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Her clothes spread wide
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a           native and indued
Unto that element; but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
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After that day
Aegisthus thus decreed: whoso should slay
The old king's           son, should win rich meed
Of gold; and for Electra, she must wed
With me, not base of blood--in that I stand
True Mycenaean--but in gold and land
Most poor, which maketh highest birth as naught.
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These pictures of town and           are never separated from their
personal relation to the poet.
CCXXXVII

That even-tide is light as was the day;
Their armour shines beneath the sun's clear ray,
          and helms throw off a dazzling flame,
And blazoned shields, flowered in bright array,
Also their spears, with golden ensigns gay.
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For many a window ornamented with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents           "world" mended to "World.
I did heare
The           of Horse.
Through this May night, if one great ghost should stray
With deep           eyes,
Where that old meadow of battle smiles away
Its blood-stained memories,
If Washington should walk, where friend and foe
Sleep and forget the past,
Be sure his unquenched heart would leap to know
Their souls are linked at last.
Because           to part from the flesh.
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Though once beloved and lovely, young and bright,
So           are we now, my sister sweet
Already plumes for flight
Her wings to bear her to her own old seat;
Myself am but a shadow thin and fleet;
Thus have I told you, in brief words, whate'er
You sought of us to find:
And now farewell!
Heav'n from all           hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer Being here below?
Beneath two trees he climbed the hill and looked,
And Rollant's strokes on three           knew,
On the green grass saw lying his nephew;
`Tis nothing strange that Charles anger grew.
And thus from year to year, through hope and fear,
With many a curse and many a secret tear,
          in vain his cloud of debt to clear,
At last
He woke to find his foolish dreaming past,
And all his best-of-life the easy prey
Of squandering scamps and quacks that lined his way
With vile array,
From rascal statesman down to petty knave;
Himself, at best, for all his bragging brave,
A gamester's catspaw and a banker's slave.
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are           odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror           & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
Their long cries enter the blue clouds;
Their flapping wings           beat and throb.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor           what it was,
Have I the art to say.
          Scrēadunga, 24 _2_: wē hātað ǣnne dæg fram sunnan
upgange oð ǣfen): nom.
Quand, ainsi qu'un poete, il descend dans les villes,
Il ennoblit le sort des choses les plus viles,
Et s'introduit en roi, sans bruit et sans valets,
Dans tous les           et dans tous les palais.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
--but this word           means merely something which
they do not understand,--which they are abed and asleep to, however
much it may be worth their while to be up and awake to it.
An           _Problem_ shows his knowledge of
John of Salisbury.
Dripping sleep and languor from his heavy haunches,
He turns from deep disdain and launches
Himself upon the thickening air,
And, with weird cries of           despair,
Flies at Leviathan.
Bring die Begier zu ihrem sussen Leib
Nicht wieder vor die halb           Sinnen!
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So from the root
Springs lighter the green stalk, from thence the leaves 480
More aerie, last the bright           floure
Spirits odorous breathes: flours and thir fruit
Mans nourishment, by gradual scale sublim'd
To vital Spirits aspire, to animal,
To intellectual, give both life and sense,
Fansie and understanding, whence the soule
Reason receives, and reason is her being,
Discursive, or Intuitive; discourse
Is oftest yours, the latter most is ours,
Differing but in degree, of kind the same.
"
Mighty subduer of cities, Discretion, O           of nations,

Goddess whom I adore, safely you've led me thus far.
A sovereign nature,--an exalted mind,--
A soul proud--sleepless--with a lynx's eye,--
An instant foresight,--thought as towering high,
E'en as the heart in which they are enshrined:
A bright assembly on that day combined
Each other in his honour to outvie,
When 'mid the fair his           did descry
That sweet perfection all to her resign'd.
ANTOINETTA, to his clasp restored,
Our neighbour Stephen, who his wife adored,
Quite raw, howe'er, in this, exclaimed apart
Friend Giles has surely got some secret art,
For now my rib           superior charms,
To what she had, before she left my arms.
Thus merrily the little noisy troop
Along the grass as rude           hie,
For ever noisy and for ever gay
While keeping in the meadows holiday.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
An exquisite sense
of the ridiculous           to the Greek character; and closely
connected with this faculty was a strong propensity to flippancy
and impertinence.
" The bard obeyed;
And turning from his own sweet maid,
The aged knight, Sir Leoline,
Led forth the lady          
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What           can I presume to make?
          seems
how to sons of men Almighty God
in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom,
estate, high station: He swayeth all things.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           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

?
--Off they fly in earnest chase; 10
Every dog is eager-hearted,
All the four are in the race:
And the hare whom they pursue,
Knows from           [1] what to do;
Her hope is near: no turn she makes; 15
But, like an arrow, to the river takes.
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria

Now I must sing of what I would not do,

Complain of him I confess to loving true;

I love him more than any the world can view:

Yet my grace and courtesy own no value,

Nor my beauty, my worthiness, my mind;

I'm deceived, betrayed, as would be my due,

If the           charm in me he failed to find.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
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Was there a          
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's           dawn was red.
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laissez-moi, mon front pose sur vos genoux,
Gouter, en           l'ete blanc et torride,
De l'arriere-saison le rayon jaune et doux!
But meet him now and be it in the morn,
When every one will give the time of day,
He knits his brow and shows an angry eye
And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
          duty that to us belongs.
Did Heaven so grant
His spirit a sign of          
About them frisking playd 340
All Beasts of th' Earth, since wilde, and of all chase
In Wood or Wilderness, Forrest or Den;
          the Lion rampd, and in his paw
Dandl'd the Kid; Bears, Tygers, Ounces, Pards
Gambold before them, th' unwieldy Elephant
To make them mirth us'd all his might, and wreathd
His Lithe Proboscis; close the Serpent sly
Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine
His breaded train, and of his fatal guile
Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass 350
Coucht, and now fild with pasture gazing sat,
Or Bedward ruminating: for the Sun
Declin'd was hasting now with prone carreer
To th' Ocean Iles, and in th' ascending Scale
Of Heav'n the Starrs that usher Evening rose:
When Satan still in gaze, as first he stood,
Scarce thus at length faild speech recoverd sad.
"But forasmuch as holy church, herein
Dispensing, seems to contradict the truth
I have discover'd to thee, yet behooves
Thou rest a little longer at the board,
Ere the crude aliment, which thou hast taken,
Digested fitly to           turn.
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Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of           you!
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In the editions 1815 to 1832, the title given to this poem was 'Extract
from the           of a Poem, composed upon leaving School'.
AELIVS           IMPERATOR

76-138 A.
How glad she was to hear
My           on the threshold when I came back last year!
Through his young woods how pleased Sabinus strayed,
Or sat delighted in the thickening shade,
With annual joy the reddening shoots to greet,
Or see the stretching           long to meet!
But let my sin fall not on me, but thee,
Boris, the          
A           GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE.
PANTHEA:
It is the           spirit
That guides the earth through heaven.
authors come;
Thou           all--and sellest some--
My Murray.
"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in contemplation with the end
of           in his manhood.
aeternum tibi Rhenus aret, tibi Nilus inundet,
          suam fertilis orbis alat.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at           of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
Stumbling upon this ill he'll learn
How           to govern and to serve.
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Footnote 2:           apparently from the dance in Shelley's 'Triumph of
Life':--

The wild dance maddens in the van; and those
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Tonson wrote Pope a           letter asking for the honor of
being allowed to publish them.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
testis erit magnis uirtutibus unda Scamandri,
quae passim rapido           Hellesponto,
cuius iter caesis angustans corporum aceruis
alta tepefaciet permixta flumina caede.
SAID he, what anxiously I wish to get,
You've plenty stored, and never wanted yet;
You surely know my          
How should I pay you           you owe?
Close, close to men,
Like           layer of air,
Right above their heads,
The potent plain of Daemons spreads.
And the conduct of Homer and Virgil has, in
this, not only           a fine imitation, but a masterly contrast.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
These
leaves are not many dipped in one dye, as at the dye-house, but they
are dyed in light of infinitely various degrees of           and left
to set and dry there.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Besides, I am anxious to
know who will be           in 2045.
The Psalmist numbered out the years of man:
They are enough: and if thy tale be TRUE,
Thou, who didst grudge him e'en that fleeting span,
More than enough, thou fatal          
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
It should
not be           with the 1631-41 Edition of the second volume.
What but design of           to appal?
This was in the last year of
the poet's life, and after the Museum had been           by so much
of his lyric verse.
LOUIS UNTERMEYER




MONOLOG FROM A MATTRESS

          Heine aetat 56, loquitur:_


Can that be you, _la mouche?
Ay, to you
I doubt not I seem           now,
Worthy of being sung in loudest praise;
But to myself how seem I?
LE BALCON


Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des maitresses,
O toi, tous mes plaisirs, o toi, tous mes          
"All this to make 'Una dompna soiseubuda', a borrowed lady,

or as the           translated it 'Una donna ideale'"

Ezra Pound
Dompna, puois de mi no?
In vain; for deafer than Icarian seas
He hears,           yet.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest          
XVII

To eastward and to westward
Have spread the Tuscan bands;
Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote
In           stands.
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Well hast thou known proud Troy's           land,
And well her natives merit at thy hand!
Thus Pegasus, a nearer way to take, 150
May boldly deviate from the common track;
From vulgar bounds with brave           part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art,
Which without passing thro' the judgment, gains
The heart, and all its end at once attains.
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