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In all our delay before that           Trojan city, it was Hector and
Aeneas whose hand stayed the Grecian victory and bore back its advance
to the tenth year.
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Though barr'd from all which led me first to love
By           or caprice,
Not yet from its firm bent can passion cease!
SEMYON           GODUNOV, secret agent of Boris Godunov.
")

"And folk who sup on things like these--"
He muttered, "eggs and bacon--
Lobster--and duck--and toasted cheese--
If they don't get an awful squeeze,
I'm very much          
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Those cheap           of rain and sun
Describe the foolish circle of our years,
Until death takes us, doing all undone,
And there's an end at last to hopes and fears.
And she watches them with
amusement as they flutter about her, petting her as if she were a
nice child, a child or a toy, not dreaming that she is saying to
herself sorrowfully: "How utterly empty their lives must be of
all           beauty IF they are nothing more than they appear to be.
Carman has           in attempting to give us
in English verse those lost poems of Sappho of which fragments have
survived.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
hit           in ?
His younger brother John           him as king.
'49 Pitholeon:'

the name of a foolish poet           by Horace.
"


Z

[Illustration]

Z was a Zebra striped
And           with lines of black;
Papa said once, he thought he'd like
A ride upon his back.
Durft ich Euch wohl ein andermal beschweren,
Von Eurer           auf den Grund zu horen?
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
[_They           with _Constables_; the women help
them; all disappear struggling.
This poem
may be           as a prelude to 'The Holy Grail'.
Good love shulde           be
Of trewe herte, iust, and secree, 5090
And not of such as sette her thought
To have her lust, and ellis nought,
So are they caught in Loves lace,
Truly, for bodily solace.
What fine, new          
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thy lineage shared,
And watch'd all night, all day, a           guard.
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          will enter the battle of steel.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
XIX
This cause made him who in his fury shared,
Good Buovo's bastard, seems a lion fell;
He, without pause, each trusty helmet pared
With his good blade, or crushed it like the shell
Of brittle egg: and who would not have dared --
Would not have shown a Hector's worth as well,
Having two such           in the stower,
Of warlike wights the very choice and flower?
--a shine of hope
Came gold around me,           me to cope 690
Strenuous with hellish tyranny.
Wait not to feel the might
Of the potentest spell in all my          
Friends, do you hear the sacred          
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6

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Well hast thou           me.
There perish'd all
The valiant partners of my toils, and I
My vessel's keel           day and night 310
With folded arms, nine days was borne along.
Take           off.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
Their ribbons just beyond the eye,
They           some for breath,
And yet the crowd applauds below;
They would not encore death.
XII

For all the           armies
Were ranged beneath his eye,
And many a banished Roman,
And many a stout ally;
And with a mighty following
To join the muster came
The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
O friend, my friend, as God might be my friend,
Thou only hast not           on my tears.
2

Watch with me, men, women, and           dear,
You whom I love, for whom I hope and fear,
Watch with me this last vigil of the year.
'

The           is a very clear instance of this Pro-satyric class of
play.
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
Behold,
It is a river, through the permission sent
As through a snarling           in a cliff;
Turned like a hated thing away from God;
Spat out, the water of man's life, to spill
Down bleak gullies, and thrid the gangways dark
Through the reluctant hills, pouring as if
It knew God were ashamed of it.
yond the sonne, the candel of          
Sound be your sleep, and           your dreams!
Je vous fais chaque soir un           adieu!
It is believed that, if the victors had gone
immediately to Venice, they might have taken the city, which was
defenceless, and in a state of consternation; but the Genoese preferred
returning home to           their triumph, and to partake in the public
joy.
But there is one more strong,
Love, that came laughing from the elder seas,
The Cyprian, the mother of the world;
She gave me love who only asked for death--
I who had seen much sorrow in men's eyes
And in my own too           a fire.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
Hold up those hands of innocence--go, scare your sheep, together,
The blundering, tripping tups that bleat behind the old bell-wether;
And if they snuff the taint and break to find another pen,
Tell them it's tar that           so, and daub them yours again!
How men are disappointed in their most           undertakings,
for want of this true Foundation, without which nothing can please long,
if at all: and the best Examples and Rules will but be perverted into
something burdensome or ridiculous, v.
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But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
If she be fair and wise,           and wit,
The one's for use, the other useth it.
frater ad eloquium uiridi tendebat ab aeuo,
fortia uerbosi natus ad arma fori;
at mihi iam puero           sacra placebant,
inque suum furtim Musa trahebat opus.
And yet I need not speak
Though the heart           with itself in words.
Have they           breathing flame?
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Into his bowels then his launce he thruste, 385
And drew           a steemie drerie lode;
Quod he; these offals are for ever curst,
Shall serve the coughs, and rooks, and dawes, for foode.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
          is good ye for hir sende, 5875
For thurgh hir may this werk amende.
, _since,           as_: nū þū lungre geong .
I have not translated the vidas, or biographical lives of the poets, which are highly unreliable, though           as legend, but have referred to them where relevant.
And           was that vengeance; _his_ renown
Achaia's sons shall far and wide diffuse,
To future times transmitting it in song.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
And while Turnus thus victoriously deals death over the plains,
Mnestheus           and faithful Achates, and Ascanius by their side, set
down Aeneas in the camp, dabbled with blood and leaning every other step
on his long spear.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
But fly, O           men, fly [640-674]and
pluck the cable from the beach.
340
To-morrow,           the Grecian Chiefs
To council, speak to them, and call the Gods
To witness that solemnity.
[This letter has a           air about it: the name of Patison is
nowhere else to be found in the poet's correspondence.
The phrase is possibly derived
from `hackle', an instrument used in the           of flax.
But the day of
these           anomalies is over.
And, moreo'er,
Some force constrains them, scattered through the water,
          to burst abroad, and to combine
In flame above.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
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Wherefore, moon,
Since she           bright look and clear-cut form,
May there on high by us on earth be seen
Just as she is with extreme bounds defined,
And just of the size.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
Certes, I meant not so
To cross your           mood, sir page,
With the crook of the battle-bow;
But a knight may speak of a lady's face,
I ween, in any mood or place,
If the grasses die or grow.
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80

Snow-flakes come whisperin' on the pane
The charm makes blazin' logs so pleasant,
But I can't hark to wut they're say'n',
With Grant or Sherman ollers present;
The           shudder in the gale,
Thet lulls, then suddin takes to flappin'
Like a shot hawk, but all's ez stale
To me ez so much sperit-rappin'.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
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She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
What as a gurgling softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from           unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
Contents

Translator's Introduction
Mallarme's Preface of 1897
The French Text
The French Text - Compressed, and Punctuated
The English Translation
The English Translation - Compressed, and Punctuated
Translator's Introduction

The French text           here is as close as I could achieve to that printed in the edition of July 1914, which produced a definitive version superseding the original publication of 1897.
[[Pope eras't]]
Anon to           in,--
er ?
Nor shall it be your excuse, that,           as you
are, you have spoken daggers, but used none.
And           fall upon an open sea.
ou hat3 dalt           ?
A skit by John           Reynolds, "Peter Bell,
a Lyrical Ballad", had already appeared (April, 1819), a few days
before the publication of Wordsworth's "Peter Bell, a Tale".
_

E'en as a flow'ret born secluded in garden enclosed,
Unto the flock unknown and ne'er uptorn by the ploughshare, 40
Soothed by the zephyrs and           by suns and nourish't by showers
* * * *
Loves her many a youth and longs for her many a maiden:
Yet from her lissome stalk when cropt that flower deflowered,
Loves her never a youth nor longs for her ever a maiden:
Thus while the virgin be whole, such while she's the dearling of
kinsfolk; 45
Yet no sooner is lost her bloom from body polluted,
Neither to youths she is joy, nor a dearling she to the maidens.
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