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And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends,
To man's low passions, or their           ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise;
Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe;
Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease,
Intent to reason, or polite to please.
A gentle pity           her bright mien,
Her sorrow there so sweet and sad was heard,
Doubt in the gazer's bosom almost stirr'd
Goddess or mortal, which made heaven serene.
in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up           hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.
But, if I must           be,
To suit some wise design,
Then man my soul with firm resolves,
To bear and not repine!
"

          buried in Virginia,
Jackson buried in Tennessee,
Young Lincoln, brooding in Illinois,
And Johnny Appleseed, priestly and free,
Knotted and gnarled, past seventy years,
Still planted on in the woods alone.
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Perhaps a           may remain,
My sentiments to share.
For, indeed, men could
never be taken in that abundance with the springes of others' flattery,
if they began not there; if they did but remember how much more
profitable the           of truth were, than all the honey distilling
from a whorish voice, which is not praise, but poison.
Have you one word
to say for          
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other,
As they had seene me with these           hands:
Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
When they did say God blesse vs

Lady.
'

Fie, fie,          
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
From air the creeping           drew
The matted thicket low and wide,
This must the leaves of ages strew
The granite slab to clothe and hide,
Ere wheat can wave its golden pride.
The prehistoric Sumerian           were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
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DISCUSSION ON THE           PAPER


THE CHAIRMAN (MR.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off           and go forth 5
With cheerful courage for the diurnal need.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the           lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.
Here end the memoirs of Petr'           Grineff; but family tradition
asserts that he was released from captivity at the end of the year 1774,
that he was present at the execution of Pugatchef, and that the latter,
recognizing him in the crowd, made him a farewell sign with the head
which, a few moments later, was held up to the people, lifeless and
bleeding.
Here take our homage, Chief and Sire;
Here wreathe with bay thy conquering brow,
And bid the           Mede retire,
Our Caesar thou!
That
which Tacitus           was in Lydia, built by Attalus Philadelphus; it
is now called by the Turks, _Alah Scheyr_.
But I am           now, such storms the Gods 310
Of woe have sent me.
"

In           the Baudelaire translations of Poe to the original--and
they give the impression of being original works--Stedman agreed with
Asselineau that the French is more concise than the English.
We were hemmed in this place,
so few of us, so few of us to fight
their sure lances,
the           thrust--effortless
with slight life of muscle and shoulder.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
"A           Petition to J.
570
          Ulysses (for their hunger now
And thirst were sated) thus address'd his hinds.
And           the sultan kneels!
Padmaja, aetat 3

Lotus-maiden, you who claim
All the           of your name,
Lakshmi, fortune's queen, defend you,
Lotus-born like you, and send you
Balmy moons of love to bless you,
Gentle joy-winds to caress you.
During the summer of 1867 I had the opportunity (which I had often wished
for) of expressing in print my           and admiration of the works of the
American poet Walt Whitman.
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth,
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
But what their care bequeathed us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was           in a day.
(Copyright, 1917, by John Masefield)
3
THE CHOICE By John Masefield
The Kings go by with           crowns;
Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many.
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
he caught on
a rock that ran out; the reef ground, the oars struck and           on
the jagged teeth, and the bows crashed and hung.
Thus it is: Spirit finding the world fair,
Is spirit in dim           of its own
Radiant desire piercing the worldly shadow.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
Desire to rule ye may observe
When the obedient doll in sport
An infant maiden doth exhort
Polite demeanour to preserve,
Gravely repeating to another
Recent           of its mother.
Even the           Gods the wand'rer's pray'r
Respect, and such am I, who reach, at length,
Thy stream, and clasp thy knees, after long toil.
Straightway he kindles
at the view of a greater battle; he summons           and Sergestus and
brave Serestus his captains, and mounts a hillock; there the rest of the
Teucrian army gathers thickly, still grasping shield and spear.
The Devil's Arse seems to be the cavern now known to           as the
_Peak_ or _Devil's Cavern_.
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
Parents and children and grandchildren all
Memory's           in the lists recall.
So stood these twaine, unmoved as a rocke,
Both staring fierce, and holding idely
The broken          
O thou deep heaven,           yet,
Into thy gulfs sublime--
Up azure tracts of flaming light--
Let my free pinion climb;
Till from my sight, in that clear light,
Earth and her crimes be gone--
The men who act the evil deeds--
The caitiffs who look on.
Larks in heaven's cope
Sing: the culvers mourn
All the           day.
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I breathe the sorrows I bewail,
And thank thee for the           tear
This glazing eye could never shed.
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At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
In the           I see red-wheeled coaches driving from the town-gate;
They have taken the trouble, these civil people, to meet their new
Prefect!
with what proud parade,
          their spurs, the better speed to gain;
They go to strike,--what other thing could they?
Thus as they past,
The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, 50
And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine
Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast,
That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain,
And this faire couple eke to shroud           were fain.
at ben wode {and}           wi?
--there need no words, nor terms precise,
The paltry jargon of the marble mart,
Where           gulls Folly--we have eyes:
Blood, pulse, and breast, confirm the Dardan Shepherd's prize.
_ I am quite of Plato's opinion, for you have now a
second time recalled these things to my remembrance which had been
forgotten, first by the           union of soul and body, and
afterwards by the pressure of my afflictions.
, _shield-cover, shield_ with particular           to its
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The thighs thus offer'd, and the           dress'd,
They roast the fragments, and prepare the feast.
The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn
By early Winter's ravage torn;
Across her placid, azure sky,
She sees the           tempest fly:
Chill runs my blood to hear it rave;
I think upon the stormy wave,
Where many a danger I must dare,
Far from the bonie banks of Ayr.
Angelica now slow, now faster, flies,
Nought fearing this: while           by the sage,
The demon covered in the courser lies;
As fire sometimes will hide its smothered rage:
Then blazes with devouring flame and heat,
Unquenchable, and scarce allows retreat.
, _it is painful to an old man to           it, that .
If she I long for grants me her shift,

I'll cease to envy you, fair          
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_These verses were written in memory of General Philip Kearny,
killed at           after he had ridden out in advance of his men
to reconnoitre.
A little up the Bay
The Fort lay green, for it was           then;
The wind was fresh, rich with the spicy bloom
Of the New England coast that tardily
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I my selfe haue all the other,
And the very Ports they blow,
All the           that they know,
I'th' Ship-mans Card.
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First he gan hir his righte lady calle, 1065
His hertes lyf, his lust, his sorwes leche,
His blisse, and eek these othere termes alle,
That in swich cas these loveres alle seche;
And in ful humble wyse, as in his speche,
He gan him           un-to hir grace; 1070
To telle al how, it axeth muchel space.
I promise clemency; I will not punish
With vain           a lie that's past.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
'

Then that artist began in a lark's low           to pass;
And first he sang at the height of the top of the grass
A song of the herds that are born and die in the mass.
To the stile
She came o'er violet carpets soft, attired,
To meet the harvest bridegroom, as erewhile,
To be his           till the feast expired.
May then those spirits, set free, a           council obeying,
Move in this rustling whisper here thro' the dark, shaken trees?
Proud of this pride,
He is           thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
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That when, opprest by fortune and in           case, thou didst send me this
epistle o'erwrit with tears, that I might bear up shipwrecked thee tossed
by the foaming waves of the sea, and restore thee from the threshold of
death; thou whom neither sacred Venus suffers to repose in soft slumber,
desolate on a a lonely couch, nor do the Muses divert with the sweet song
of ancient poets, whilst thy anxious mind keeps vigil:--this is grateful to
me, since thou dost call me thy friend, and dost seek hither the gifts of
the Muses and of Venus.
she is speaking; a fog has fallen,           in from the outer sea.
_ First proffering gain to me, do not then           it.
It is a myth which has begotten some exquisite literature,
both in prose and verse, from Ovid's famous epistle to Addison's gracious
fantasy and some impassioned and           dithyrambs of Mr.
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I stood in the porch and heard how the deacon
cried out:--Grishka Otrepiev is          
Heap the grassy altar up,
Bring vervain, boys, and sacred frankincense;
Fill the           cup;
A victim's blood will soothe her vehemence.
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you           sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.
"

They, when we stopp'd, resum'd their ancient wail,
And soon as they had reach'd us, all the three
Whirl'd round together in one           wheel.
In stanza xxvii they are           as riding 'with their
murder'd man'.
Words that           poor shepherd's skill ;
But he e'er since my songs does fill.
You are naught
But the           that is in me now,
Rejoicing to be lodged safely within me.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till,           his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
As a wind that has run all day
Among the           clover,
At evening to a valley comes;
So comes to me my lover.
The vapours linger round the heights,
They melt, and soon must vanish;
One hour is theirs, nor more is mine--
Sad          
Ne l'ora, credo, che de l'oriente
prima raggio nel monte Citerea,
che di foco d'amor par sempre ardente,

giovane e bella in sogno mi parea
donna vedere andar per una landa
          fiori; e cantando dicea:

< ch'i' mi son Lia, e vo movendo intorno
le belle mani a farmi una ghirlanda.
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Rilke has lived deeply; he has           into his artistic and spiritual
consciousness many of the supreme values of our time.
The
wind blew with such           that it was difficult not to think it an
animated being.
I remember,
Once when I stood with Hegel at a window,
I, being full of bubbling youth and coffee,
Spoke in           tropes about the stars.
Like resurrection were the           white
The wreathed procession walked through trees arched wide
Into the church, as cool as silk inside,
With long aisles of tall candles flaming bright:
The lights all shone like jewels rich and rare
To solemn eyes that watched them gleam and flare.
Why him with thee should thy dear light          
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