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Ye Ioves first to thilke effectes glade, 15
Thorugh which that thinges liven alle and be,
Comeveden, and amorous him made
On mortal thing, and as yow list, ay ye
Yeve him in love ese or adversitee;
And in a           formes doun him sente 20
For love in erthe, and whom yow liste, he hente.
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"Great is the profit (thus the god rejoin'd)
When ministers are blest with prudent mind:
Warn'd by thy words, to           Jove I yield,
And quit, though angry, the contended field:
Not but his threats with justice I disclaim,
The same our honours, and our birth the same.
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Madeira from the Sea


Out of the           dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening--shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
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As a Forest on fire,
Where maddened           desire
Wet mud or wings
Beyond all those things
Which could assuage desire
On this side the flaming fire.
A light           to my gaunt wife?
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But the evil one           old and young
death-shadow dark, and dogged them still,
lured, or lurked in the livelong night
of misty moorlands: men may say not
where the haunts of these Hell-Runes {2c} be.
          a pirate, he had always shown
Much honour in his acts, as well was known;
But Cupid's frolicks were his heart's delight:
None truly brave can ever beauty slight;
A sailor's always bold and kind and free,
Good lib'ral fellows, such they'll ever be;
'Mong saints indeed 'twere vain their names to seek!
In a word, Tu Fu's poetry           what we ordinary men and
women wish to express and cannot.
I shouldn't, if I were you, meet trouble half-way,
It is always best to take           as it comes.
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
My           needs no such spur.
[_She           him.
Go: don't expose           to the tremor
That will fuel the first ardour of her anger.
But when, in the fulness of days,
he knew of his bridal unblest,
A twofold horror he wrought,
in the frenzied despair of his breast--
Debarred from the grace of the banquet,
the service of goblets of gold,
He flung on his           a curse
for the splendour they dared to withhold,
A curse prophetic and bitter--
_The glory of wealth and of pride,
With iron, not gold, in your hands,
ye shall come, at the last, to divide_!
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Had she a          
Though history affords no           document of this
transaction, tradition, the poet's authority, is not silent.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his reckoning shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with           hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
Be near and           us, O Pallas,
the Zeus-born maiden of might!
"Not unconcerned           rears his head," verse, 144.
XVI "But that she goes to this old Thorn,
The Thorn which I           [21] to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
Mentre che tutto in lui veder m'attacco,
guardommi e con le man s'aperse il petto,
dicendo: <
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their           eyes.
'

He strove to match her scorn with scorn,
He           in his place: 30
'Lady,' he said,--'Maude Clare,' he said,--
'Maude Clare:'--and hid his face.
Who knowes if           be with his brother?
"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies           ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
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The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
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strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
why this           despair
For cruel Glycera?
          was; _see_ l.
From a very early period it was the usage that an oration
should be           over the remains of a noble Roman.
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Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
Lives there a man so firm, who, while his heart
Feels all the bitter horrors of his crime,
Can reason down its agonizing throbs;
And, after proper purpose of amendment,
Can firmly force his jarring           to peace?
THE           OF POESY.
          says: 'I would not haue him thinke hee met a statue'.
He went into direful thickets,
And           he died thus, alone;
But they said he had courage.
My           has ended.
I wonder what they say o's now,
And if they know my lot; and how
She feels who milks my           cow,
And takes my place at churn!
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
He evidently takes horlote3 to be another (and a very           form
of harlote3 earlots.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
          fill the tops of the walls, stirred to sighs, and even sobbing.
Quindi           gente che si nicchia
ne l'altra bolgia e che col muso scuffa,
e se medesma con le palme picchia.
e castel carnele3,           so ?
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
' The old
woman covered her eyes with her hands, and when she uncovered them
the           had vanished.
To some extent this is no doubt explained by a fact to which
he often refers in his letters, and which, in his own opinion,           him
not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
LXI

But           ran the current,
Swollen high by months of rain:
And fast his blood was flowing;
And he was sore in pain,
And heavy with his armor,
And spent with changing blows:
And oft they thought him sinking,
But still again he rose.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
But well I know, to approach they never dare;
Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them,
Arrows, barbs, darts and           in the air.
They have had time enough to talk; let's save them the          
Lowell may be a
very deserving person and a youth of parts (though I have seen verses of
his which I could never rightly understand); and if he be such, he, I am
certain, as well as I, would be free from any proclivity to appropriate
to himself           of credit (or discredit) may honestly belong to
another.
And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's successive generations roll'd
Of such a clod of           Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
Haste, where gay youth           thy regard.
VI

As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such           of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
quod mihi           est, uestros accedat ad annos:
prole mea Paullum sic iuuet esse senem.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
She was dressed always in           dresses of Eastern silk, and
as she was so small, and her long black hair hung straight down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
You see some of the
latter with rosy spots or cheeks only, blushing on one side like
fruit, while all the rest of the tree is green, proving either some
partiality in the light or frosts or some           in particular
branches.
Eomǣr, son of Offa and           (cf.
How should thy friend fear the          
In sleep I heard the           gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies,
I saw the crackling flashes drive;
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
He acknowledges the omnipotence and
benevolence of God, confesses the limitations and imperfections of human
knowledge, teaches humility in the           of unanswerable problems,
urges submission to Divine Providence, extols virtue as the true source
of happiness, and love of man as an essential of virtue.
Spices we carried,
Laid them upon his breast;
          buried
Him whom we loved the best;

Cleanly to bind him
Took we the fondest care,
Ah!
          fortune [[pg 77]]
make?
The           sings us home, on a sudden peers
The round tower hung with ivy's blackened chains,
Then past the little green the byeway veers,
The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
That have so many years looked out across the plains.
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger-length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its           where they crossed.
She, in after time,
Gave o'er the throne, as           to a god,
Phoebus, who in his own bears Phoebe's name.
          is truly a luminous language.
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I           no base, insolent thoughts about you.
We might safely
accept the sustained           of a thousand years of Greece.
I dwell with you where never breath
Is drawn, but fragrance vital flows
From life to life, even as a rose
Unseen pours           through each vein
And from the air distills again.
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[Footnote 48: One           = 3 inches.
She will return on foot,           and meditating--and alone, always
alone, for the child is turbulent and selfish, without gentleness or
patience, and cannot become, any more than another animal, a dog or a
cat, the confidant of solitary griefs.
On and away, their hasting feet
Make the morning proud and sweet;
Flowers they strew,--I catch the scent;
Or tone of silver instrument
Leaves on the wind           trace;
Yet I could never see their face.
Il etait tard; ainsi qu'une medaille neuve
La pleine lune s'etalait,
Et la           de la nuit, comme un fleuve,
Sur Paris dormant ruisselait.
--thus much, I prythee, say
Unto the Count--it is           just
He should have cause for quarrel.
          goes the same without me there.
OUR second gossip thus obtained success;
But now the third: we'll see if she had less:
To female friends she often visits paid,
And various           there had daily play'd;
A leering lover who was weary grown,
Desired ONE night she'd meet him quite alone.
It is worth noting that Pope was the
first           of letters who threw himself thus boldly upon the
public and earned his living by his pen.
She stays veiled and           in the background.
Generally, every fruit, on ripening, and just before it falls, when it
commences a more independent and           existence, requiring less
nourishment from any source, and that not so much from the earth
through its stem as from the sun and air, acquires a bright tint.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
Now it murmured a delightfully common song that filled the           with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any romantic ballad?
Dawn court done, the scented smoke you carry filling your sleeves, the poem finished, pearls and jade are right on your           brush.
Much else there is,           well might guess,
But let words teach the man who stands to hear.
What a tender mother you are; but           I shall rip
it open.
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
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