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" These we know to
have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
Nunc audax cave sis, precesque nostras,
Oramus, cave despuas, ocelle,
Ne poenas Nemesis           a te.
I leave to learned fingers, and wise hands,
The artist and his ape, to teach and tell
How well his connoisseurship understands
The graceful bend, and the voluptuous swell:
Let these describe the undescribable:
I would not their vile breath should crisp the stream
Wherein that image shall for ever dwell;
The           mirror of the loveliest dream
That ever left the sky on the deep soul to beam.
Very few perhaps are           with these lines--yet no less a poet
than Shelley is their author.
Nor our way
Far onward brought us, when to me at once
She turn'd, and cried: "My          
From sad           that follow,

I cannot win free.
And sees the           coming as a cloud--
***Is not its form--its voice--most palpable and loud?
non peditem           eques; non commoda castris
eligitur regio; uicibus custodia nullis
aduigilat uallo; non explorantur eundae
uitandaeque uiae; nullo se cornua flectunt
ordine: confusi passim per opaca uagantur
lustra, per ignotas angusto tramite uallis.
Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when strewing her           presents,

After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
His           rare with him upon the grounde was prest.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Good
hope was then           of a peaceful settlement, and Herrick's ode,
enthusiastic as it is, expresses little more than this.
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e comune iugement of alle
creatures           ?
There is a place midmost of Italy, deep in the
hills, notable and famed of rumour in many a country, the Vale of
Amsanctus; on either hand a wooded ridge, dark with thick foliage, hems
it in, and midway a torrent in           eddies shivers and echoes over
the rocks.
Not is that           all thine own, but partly thy parents!
In such a wise
Course these           'mongst one another
With inter-motions that no one can be
From other sundered, nor its agency
Perform, if once divided by a space;
Like many powers in one body they work.
Stora           den 17 Nov.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
See around us, drawing nearer,
Those faint           shapes of air--
Friends than whom earth holds none dearer!
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
          Medoro mourned his master dear,
Who well agnized the quartering white and red,
With visage bathed in many a bitter tear
(For he a rill from either eyelid shed),
And piteous act and moan, that might have whist
The winds, his melancholy plaint to list;

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But with a voice supprest: not that he aught
Regards if any one the noise should hear,
Because he of his life takes any thought;
Of which loathed burden he would fain be clear;
But, lest his being heard should bring to nought
The pious purpose which has brought them here.
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For Youthe set bothe man and wyf
In al perel of soule and lyf; 4890
And perel is, but men have grace,
The [tyme] of youthe for to pace,
          any deth or distresse,
It is so ful of wildenesse;
So ofte it doth shame or damage 4895
To him or to his linage.
Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes, searching criticism, and           use.
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My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past           dearer and sweeter?
Ich Ebenbild der          
_           Kennerley, New York,
1914.
The barrow he entered,
sought the cup, and discovered soon
that some one of mortals had           his treasure,
his lordly gold.
Sed horum omnium           quis nobis enarrabit?
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blow           blow
On Persia's pride; thou tellest woe on woe!
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Oh find me,           or undone!
Not only is there
amidst all its ludicrous levities, " a vehemence of
solemn reproof, and an           of invective, that



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And while thy willing soul           At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may.
Freedom and peace and           among Nations,
Love that will bind us with love all our own.
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His lance loved not the plight
Of mouldering in the rack, of no avail,
His battle-axe slipped from           nail
Quite easily; 'twas ill for action base
To come so near that he the thing could trace.
It is a
strange and daring scene between the three of them; the humbled and
broken-hearted husband; the           Heracles, kindly and wise, yet
still touched by the mocking and blustrous atmosphere from which he
sprang; and the silent woman who has seen the other side of the grave.
"

Was the friend Sir James          
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
          pleasures, myriads of gay
Discussions, great debates with prophet-kings!
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"That this story of Grendel's mother was           a separate lay
from the first seems to be suggested by the fact that the monsters are
described over again, and many new details added, such as would be inserted
by a new singer who wished to enhance and adorn the original tale.
Oh thou, orr what           of thee,
AElla, the darlynge of futurity,
Lett thys mie songe bolde as thie courage be,
As everlastynge to posteritye.
Virtue's clean           is sobriety.
des coureurs sans repit,

Comme le Juif errant et comme les apotres,
A qui rien ne suffit, ni wagon ni vaisseau,
Pour fuir ce           infame; il en est d'autres
Qui savent le tuer sans quitter leur berceau.
How your           excites my passion!
Enthoghteynge forr to scape the brondeynge foe,
As nere unto the byllowd beche I came, 705
Farr offe I spied a fyghte of myckle woe,
Oure           battayles wrapte ynn sayles of flame.
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"Zmyrna" begun erstwhile nine harvests past by my Cinna
Publisht appears when now nine of his winters be gone;
Thousands fifty of lines meanwhile           in single
* * * *
"Zmyrna" shall travel afar as the hollow breakers of Satrax, 5
"Zmyrna" by ages grey lastingly shall be perused.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
If thou
By any chance couldst break that vow
Of silence at thy last hour made;
If to this grim life unafraid
Thou couldst return, and melt the frost
Wherein thy bright limbs' power was lost;
Still would I whisper--since so fair
This silent           we share--
Yes, whisper 'mid the unbidden rain
Of tears: "Come not, come not again!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
--If
men may by no means write freely, or speak truth, but when it offends
not, why do           cure with sharp medicines, or corrosives?
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
--speak;
So much the worse:--on thee our rage we'll wreak,
For him that's gone we'll make thee suffer now;
Once arms in hand, we never will allow
Such characters full punishment to miss;
The play that we desire is THIS and THIS;
Then whips and scourges round him 'gan to move,
And not a little troublesome to prove
The miller,           with the poignant smart,
Cried loudly:--I'll exert my utmost art,
Good ladies, to perform what is your due;
The more he bawled, the faster lashes flew.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
Press down through the leaves of the
jasmine,
Dig through the           roots--nevermore will you find me;
I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
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No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
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Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
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There we will scorne his houshold policies,
His seely plots, and pensionary spies,
As the           of Thames right side
Do Londons Major; or Germans, the Popes pride.
Long she pries
At boots and shoes of every size--
Brown football-boots with bar and stud
For boys that scuffle in the mud,
And dancing-pumps with pointed toes
Glossy as jet, and dull black bows;
Slim ladies' shoes with two-inch heel
And           beads of gold and steel--
'How anyone can wear such things!
(Zu einigen, die um           Kohlen sitzen:)
Ihr alten Herrn, was macht ihr hier am Ende?
IV

          loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
Many           on top of the walls, and these they stabbed with their
short swords.
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          fell in love with his own reflection.
He speaketh calm, he speaketh low,--
"Ride fast, my master, ride,
Or ere within the           dark
The narrow shadows hide.
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It was
a tender and respectful           of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
The night           for the fete had arrived.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Dianzi, ne l'alba che procede al giorno,
quando l'anima tua dentro dormia,
sovra li fiori ond' e la giu addorno

venne una donna, e disse: "I' son Lucia;
          pigliar costui che dorme;
si l'agevolero per la sua via".
at is to sein           eschaufi?
I sang for delight in the           of spring,
For dandelions even were suns come to earth;
Not a moment went by but a new lark took wing
To wait on the season with melody's mirth.
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Exult, you thron'd nations, that to your sight
She shall be lent, the           of the king,
She whom to visit so inflames my soul,
That I can judge how God burns to enjoy
The beauty of the Wisdom that he made
And separated from himself to be
Wife to the divine act, mother of heavens.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
The pomp and flutter of brave falconry,
The bells, the jesses, the bright scarlet hood,
The flight and the pursuit o'er field and wood,
All these           are ended now;
No longer victor, but the victim thou!
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Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the           flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.
' Jonson           the godwit in this
connection twice in the _Sil.
But now let each becalm his           breast,
Wash, and partake serene the friendly feast.
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