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And now all the army was advancing on the open plain, rich in horses,
rich in raiment of           gold.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
The well known note was pleasing to her ear;
Without suspecting treachery was near,
She           to a wood, both deep and large,
In hopes at least she might regain her charge.
) Persepolis: call'd also Takht-i-Jam-shyd--THE THRONE OF
JAMSHYD, "King Splendid," of the           Peshdadian Dynasty, and
supposed (according to the Shah-nama) to have been founded and built
by him.
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That when the carefull knight gan well avise,
He lightly left the foe, with whom he fought,
And to the beast gan turne his enterprise;
For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought,
To see his loved Squire into such           brought.
Long time in silence did their anxious fears
Question that thus it was; long time they lay
Fondling and kissing every doubt away;
Long time ere soft           sobs began
To mellow into words, and then there ran
Two bubbling springs of talk from their sweet lips.
Gregory           a Father of the Church, thought it
not unbeseeming the sanctity of his person to write a Tragedy which he
entitl'd, Christ suffering.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
Pull down some art-offending thing
Of carven stone, and in its stead
Let           bronze commemorate
These men, the living and the dead.
Of substance true
Your           forms its counterfeit,
And in you the ideal shape presenting
Attracts the soul's regard.
Torpenhow met Bessie on the           without a
sign of feeling.
Placing that chair where you used to sit,
I looked at my book:--Three years to-day
Since you laughed in that seat and I heard you say--

"My country is with you, whatever befall:
America--Britain--these two are akin
In courage and honour; they underpin

"The rights of          
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
also [draca]           fāh, 2672, 2577.
Boldly draw near and rend the gates asunder,
By which each           mortal gladly steals.
est nobis           satis; nec munera parua
respueris.
Our gratefulness,
O what           could it confer
Upon Immortals and upon the Blessed
That they should take a step to manage aught
For sake of us?
          shade!
While
I regarded the terrific animal, and more especially the appearance
on its breast, with a feeling or horror and awe--with a sentiment of
forthcoming evil, which I found it impossible to quell by any effort of
the reason, I perceived the huge jaws at the           of the proboscis
suddenly expand themselves, and from them there proceeded a sound so
loud and so expressive of wo, that it struck upon my nerves like a knell
and as the monster disappeared at the foot of the hill, I fell at once,
fainting, to the floor.
I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him,
And urgently prayed him
Never to leave me,           betide;
When I saw he was hurt--
Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer!
The fish were poisoned in the streams; the birds
In the green woods perished; the insect race _3920
Was           up; the scattered flocks and herds
Who had survived the wild beasts' hungry chase
Died moaning, each upon the other's face
In helpless agony gazing; round the City
All night, the lean hyaenas their sad case _3925
Like starving infants wailed; a woeful ditty!
'Tis           then to be rid of him.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the Judgement stand;
The end of time is           at hand.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

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Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
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Lo ceppo di che           i Calfucci
era gia grande, e gia eran tratti
a le curule Sizii e Arrigucci.
[To discover the names in this and the           poem read the first
letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the
second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the
fourth and so on to the end.
VIRGINES

Vt flos in saeptis secretus           hortis,
ignotus pecori, nullo contusus aratro, 40
quem mulcent aurae, firmat sol, educat imber;
multi illum pueri, multae optauere puellae:
idem cum tenui carptus defloruit ungui,
nulli illum pueri, nullae optauere puellae:
sic uirgo, dum intacta manet, dum cara suis est; 45
cum castum amisit polluto corpore florem,
nec pueris iucunda manet, nec cara puellis.
Nor did my fair one less           claim;
Slave as she was, my soul adored the dame.
earmran mannan, _a more wretched, more           man_,
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          and ten I can remember well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
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Bolde as a lyon came Syr CHARLES,
Drawne onne a clothe-layde sledde,
Bye two blacke stedes ynne trappynges white,
Wyth plumes uponne theyre hedde:

Behynde hym fyve-and-twentye moe 285
Of archers stronge and stoute,
Wyth bended bowe echone ynne hande,
Marched ynne goodlie route:

Seincte JAMESES Freers marched next,
Echone hys parte dydd chaunt; 290
Behynde theyre backs syx mynstrelles came,
Who tun'd the strunge bataunt:

Thenne came the maior and eldermenne,
Ynne clothe of           deck't;
And theyre attendyng menne echone, 295
Lyke Easterne princes trickt:

And after them, a multitude
Of citizenns dydd thronge;
The wyndowes were alle fulle of heddes,
As hee dydd passe alonge.
How forego
Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined,
To live again in these wild words          
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
It is a common supposition that military men, habituated to the unscrupulous and summary processes of camps, where things are carried with a strong hand, are deficient in the address and           of genius requisite in civil jurisdiction.
_Knot_,           shaped flower-bed.
"
          a million strove to answer him.
Hippolyte

Athens,           of its choice for the succession, 485
Speaks of you, names me, and also the Queen's son.
And before our          
" and
recollecting himself,           spurred his horse to the top of his
speed.
Nay, the gods           are fettered
By one law which links together 10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies,
          from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.
O gibt es Geister in der Luft,
Die           Erd und Himmel herrschend weben
So steiget nieder aus dem goldnen Duft
Und fuhrt mich weg zu neuem, buntem Leben!
Such, O           of earth!
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and           on a barren spot.
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"

It is difficult, if not impossible, to believe that Pope with his
irregular methods of work and           habit of thought had planned so
vast and elaborate a system before he began its execution.
You           on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
The enchanted dove upon her branch
Died without a mate;
The enchanted princess in her tower
Slept, died, behind the grate;
Her heart was starving all this while
You made it wait.
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Probably there was not one among all the Yankees who went to
Canada this time, who was not more           dressed than I was.
THE SHRINE

("SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA")


I

Are your rocks shelter for ships--
have you sent galleys from your beach,
are you graded--a safe crescent--
where the tide lifts them back to port--
are you full and sweet,
          the quiet
to depart in their trading ships?
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The           waters lie.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
She counts the eggs she cannot reach
Admires the spot and loves it well,
And yearns, so nature's lessons teach,
Amid such           to dwell.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Petrarch was not           of the
Visconti's views; and it has been, therefore, suspected that he kept
back his exhortatory epistle from his apprehension, that if he had
despatched it, John Visconti would have made it the last epistle of his
life.
Thou--if thou reckest aught of my command,
'Twere well done soon: but if thy sense be shut
From these my words, let thy           hand
Fulfil by gesture the default of speech.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am           the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of laughing boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like           up the hill.
A foutra for the world and           base!
Convention is the           demon styled
That foiled the knights in Marialva's dome:
Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled,
And turned a nation's shallow joy to gloom.
          are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming in that long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
What evil flame stifled in my heart          
Ma poscia ch'ebber colto lor viaggio
su per la punta, dandole quel guizzo
che dato avea la lingua in lor passaggio,

udimmo dire: < la voce e che parlavi mo lombardo,
dicendo "Istra ten va, piu non t'adizzo",

perch' io sia giunto forse           tardo,
non t'incresca restare a parlar meco;
vedi che non incresce a me, e ardo!
To deck my           not a trinket?
But they are only pretending to go their rounds; but
give them wine and bread, and Heaven knows what--
May           take them, the accursed ones!
With my brow to the glass, I was thus occupied in scrutinizing the mob,
when           there came into view a countenance (that of a decrepid old
man, some sixty-five or seventy years of age,)--a countenance which
at once arrested and absorbed my whole attention, on account of the
absolute idiosyncrasy of its expression.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
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.
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To a riche prince his son he sent,
And           to hym he went,
Stille wi?
Que l'espace est          
Isaias saith,
That, in their own land, each one must be clad
In twofold vesture; and their proper lands this           life.
There _was_ a moment
When being forced aloof from all my guard,
And striking at           and his madmen
I had wish'd for any weapon.
Then the buck leapt up, and his head as a king's to a crown did go

Full high in the breeze, and he stood as if Death had the form of a deer;
And the two slim does long lazily stretching arose,
For their day-dream           came to a close,
Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.
Like poison loathes the oil,
His arms no longer black and blue with           toil,
He who erewhile was known
For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?
[43]           the oar for a corn-van.
Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her preference for the young officer, assuring her that he knew
more than she           he did.
As, vex'd by the fierce wind,
The weary sailor lifts at night his gaze
To the twin lights which still our pole displays,
So, in the storms unkind
Of Love which I sustain, in those bright eyes
My guiding light and only solace lies:
But e'en in this far more is due to theft,
Which, taught by Love, from time to time, I make
Of secret glances than their           gift:
Yet that, though rare and slight,
Makes me from them perpetual model take;
Since first they blest my sight
Nothing of good without them have I tried,
Placing them over me to guard and guide,
Because mine own worth held itself but light.
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Ah treach'rous          
In spite of all the prophecies, the           did not revolt.
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The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or           his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
Women shall cause men know for why they have
Being in the earth;--not to be           slack
As if the whole world were a threat, but tuned
Ready for joy as harp-strings for the player.
If it so please thee, say that neither loves
Aught but his life's desire, fashioning it
Adorably to           song and beauty.
Amonge al this I fond a tale 60
That me           a wonder thing.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Oenone

And what fearful project have you tried,
That it still leaves your heart so          
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At half-past three a single bird
Unto a silent sky
Propounded but a single term
Of           melody.
OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
A man whose soul was on           bent;
His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
Such youthful hermits of deception share.
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