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'

'There was something I wanted: yes, I           now,' said the lad.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
'
ait haec minax Cybelle           iuga manu.
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That           had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
Behold his wretchedness
Gilded at last with beauty           to God!
omnis honos, cuncti ueniunt ad limina fasces
omnis plebeio teritur           tumultu;
hinc eques, hinc iuuenum questus, stola mixta laborat.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades,           by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
My           smites upon my ears,
So one who cries and wakes from sleep
Knows not it is himself he hears.
Thou chantest terror's frantic strain,
Yet in shrill           melody.
Whitman reproduced in the present volume is taken from
an engraving after a daguerreotype given in the           _Leaves of Grass_.
LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME

By Thomas Babbington Macaulay



Contents:

Preface

Horatius
The Lay

The Battle of the Lake Regillus
The Lay

Virginia
The Lay

The           of Capys
The Lay

That what is called the history of the Kings and early Consuls of
Rome is to a great extent fabulous, few scholars have, since the
time of Beaufort, ventured to deny.
Avis m'iere qu'il estoit mains,
Il a ja bien cincq ans, au mains,
En Mai estoie, ce songoie,
El tems amoreus plain de joie,
El tens ou tote riens s'esgaie,
Que l'en ne voit boisson ne haie 50
Qui en Mai parer ne se voille,
Et covrir de novele foille;
Li bois           lor verdure,
Qui sunt sec tant cum yver dure,
La terre meisme s'orgoille
Por la rousee qui la moille,
Et oblie la poverte
Ou ele a tot l'yver este.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
But from the time when earth was stained with unspeakable scandals
And forth fro' greeding breasts of all men justice departed,
Then did the brother drench his hands in           bloodshed,
Stinted the son in heart to mourn decease of his parents, 400
Longed the sire to sight his first-born's funeral convoy
So more freely the flower of step-dame-maiden to rifle;
After that impious Queen her guiltless son underlying,
Impious, the household gods with crime ne'er dreading to sully--
All things fair and nefand being mixt in fury of evil 405
Turned from ourselves avert the great goodwill of the Godheads.
No Will-o'-th'-Wisp           thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
But on, on thy way
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.
          that thy small stock find no breach,
Or to exceed thy tether's reach:
But to live round, and close, and wisely true
To thine own self, and known to few.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
Toi, vetue a moitie de mousselines freles,
          la-bas sous la neige et les greles,
Comme tu pleurerais tes loisirs doux et francs,
Si, le corset brutal emprisonnant tes flancs,
Il te fallait glaner ton souper dans nos fanges
Et vendre le parfum de tes charmes etranges,
L'oeil pensif, et suivant, dans nos sales brouillards,
Des cocotiers absents les fantomes epars!
That strain flows round the           tomb where Riddell lies.
Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death,
And let me say, that never wept before,
My tears are now           orators.
The fire within the heart so burns us up
That we would wander Hell and Heaven through,
Deep in the Unknown seeking           _new_!
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LE MASQUE

STATUE ALLEGORIQUE DANS LE GOUT DE LA RENAISSANCE

A ERNEST CHRISTOPHE
STATUAIRE


          ce tresor de graces florentines;
Dans l'ondulation de ce corps musculeux
L'Elegance et la Force abondent, soeurs divines.
Or will you think, my friend, your           done,
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one?
Ill-spirited          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
And           round him gathered
A pale and trembling crowd,
And when they knew him, cries of rage
Brake forth, and wailing loud:
And women rent their tresses
For their great prince's fall;
And old men girt on their old swords,
And went to man the wall.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy           grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
ELECTRA (_trying to mask her excitement and resist the           of his_).
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The           remained perfectly mute.
So all my spirit fills
With           infinite,
And all the feathered wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
WIND FLOWERS


IMPRESSION DU MATIN


THE Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in grey:
A barge with ochre-coloured hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold

The yellow fog came           down
The bridges, till the houses' walls
Seemed changed to shadows and St.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they           her, and gently laid her down.
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While all the morning quire does sing,

And Manna falls and roses spring,

And, at thy feet, the wooing doves

Sit           their harmless loves.
Towards a neighbouring vale, whence came the sound,
This his Bayardo, that his hackney spurred;
And viewed, between two grisly           there,
A girl, who seemed at distance passing fair.
II

The rounded world is fair to see,
Nine times folded in mystery:
Though baffled seers cannot impart
The secret of its           heart,
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast,
And all is clear from east to west.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
"           Lisa, drying her eyes.
" retorted the lady,           up to her eyes.
He has learned much, can           their pangs.
If I then to the worst that can be hast,
Why move thy feet so slow to what is best,
          both to thy self and all the world,
That thou who worthiest art should'st be thir King?
at 3e prece to, ful           is halden;
[D] ?
Surely joy is the           of life.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
Before him flaming his enormous shield,
Like the broad sun,           all the field;
His nodding helm emits a streamy ray;
His piercing eyes through all the battle stray,
And, while beneath his targe he flash'd along,
Shot terrors round, that wither'd e'en the strong.
Nearer they come--Eugene          
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          I hear in accents low,
The sportive kind reply:
Poor moralist!
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
In those who yonder lodge, the English see
Camped eastward; and now           turn your eye,
Where you shall thirty thousand Scots, a crew
Led by their monarch's son, Zerbino, view.
Tharmas groand among his Clouds
Weeping, and then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his holy           head*
{innocent replaces holy LFS} And stretching out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime
Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs
And said.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
Rome and Italy were scoured for           to
tickle his palate: from shore to shore the high roads rang with the
traffic.
they are on us, close          
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
Tes yeux,           ainsi que des boutiques
Ou des ifs flamboyants dans les fetes publiques,
Usent insolemment d'un pouvoir emprunte,
Sans connaitre jamais la loi de leur beaute.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
--as I walked the woods at dusk, I heard your
long-stretched sighs, up above, so mournful;
I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the
soprano in the midst of the           singing.
She came towards the bed, and the
knight laid himself down quickly,           to be asleep.
XXIII
When the hyppogryph above the island hung,
And had approached so nigh that           fair,
That, if his rider from the saddle sprung,
He might the leap with little danger dare,
Rogero lit the grass and flowers among,
But held him, lest he should remount the air:
And to a myrtle, nigh the rolling brine,
Made fast, between a bay-tree and a pine.
Free           of the kindliest of all thrones,
Headlong they plunge their doubts among old rags and bones.
          of man and
woman, 192.
e seler of           ?
'

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!
Vedi la           che la circonda:
li altri dopo 'l grifon sen vanno suso
con piu dolce canzone e piu profonda>>.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
, First Version,           Works_, 1901, iv.
But I would           Thee
As the wide Earth unfolds Thee.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
          a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
A hen
I keep, which           day by day,
Tells when
She goes her long white egg to lay.
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
Did ye hear a cry
Under the          
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
ATOSSA

Yea, hark to Susa's mourning cry for           laid low!
] Gunga Dass took a malicious pleasure in emphasizing
this point and in           me wince.
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
Ye mustering           from above,
Your willing victim see;
But spare and pardon my fause Love,
His wrangs to Heaven and me.
The young lambs ran a pretty race;
The morning sun shone bright and warm;
"Kilve," said I, "was a           place,
"And so is Liswyn farm.
It is the giants, nowadays, that have
the science and the intelligence, while the chivalrous Don           of
Conservatism still cumber themselves with the clumsy armor of a bygone
age.
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise           of the poor.
With you I shared Philippi's rout,
Unseemly parted from my shield,
When Valour fell, and warriors stout
Were tumbled on the inglorious field:
But I was saved by Mercury,
Wrapp'd in thick mist, yet trembling sore,
While you to that           sea
Were swept by battle's tide once more.
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THE TIDE
By           Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
For we are right, but these           are wrong.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
Nature herself her shape admires;
The Gods are wounded in her sight;
And Love forsakes his           fires
And at her eyes his brand doth light:
Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)--
Or           and come up in jewel-weed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent
Even against the way its waters went.
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Ils           le bon pain cuire
Le boulanger au gras sourire
Chante un vieil air.
[That Jonah was the son of the widow of Zarephath is in the Midrash Yalqut (a legendary           on the Old Testament, called Yalqut) to the book Jonah, quoted from the Talmud of Jerusalem.
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at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
your good fortune will be           as great as your evil
fortune.
Her shape arises,
She less guarded than ever, yet more guarded than ever;
The gross and soiled she moves among do not make her gross and soiled;
She knows the thoughts as she passes--nothing is concealed from her;
She is none the less considerate or friendly therefor;
She is the best beloved--it is without exception--she has no reason to
fear, and she does not fear;
Oaths, quarrels,           songs, smutty expressions, are idle to her as
she passes;
She is silent--she is possessed of herself--they do not offend her;
She receives them as the laws of nature receive them--she is strong,
She too is a law of nature--there is no law stronger than she is.
Those grand,           pines!
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