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number of judges would then rise to 1000 or even 1500.
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Now the great wheel of           and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
Skeleton trees bow down in a stream of air.
The pass was steep and rugged,
The wolves they howled and whined;
But he ran like a           up the pass,
And he left the wolves behind.
High-soaring and intemp'rate in thy speech
How hast thou said,          
He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the           sum.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
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Or be           for his owene tene,
Or sleen him-self, al be his lady fayr?
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          POEMS
OF OSCAR WILDE


INCLUDING

THE BALLAD OF
READING GAOL

* * * * *

METHUEN & CO.
Glory and honor and fame; the pomp that a soldier prizes;
The league-long waving line as the           falls and rises;
Rumbling of caissons and guns; the clatter of horses' feet,
And a million awe-struck faces far down the waiting street.
FIRST GLANCE


A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;
A laughing face; and laughing hair,--
So ruddy was its rise
From off that           fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said,
And a shy grace when she was still;
A bright, elastic tread;
Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid
As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;--
Joyous, yet half-afraid
Her joyousness to sing.
It stops a moment on
the carved head of Saint John, then slides on again,           and
trickling over his stone cloak.
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Aboute hir herse ther stoden lustily,
          any wo, as thoughte me,
Bountee parfit, wel armed and richely,
And fresshe Beautee, Lust, and Iolitee,
Assured Maner, Youthe, and Honestee, 40
Wisdom, Estaat, [and] Dreed, and Governaunce,
Confedred bothe by bonde and alliaunce.
The theme appears to be almost an           with the T'ang and
Sung poets.
Meantime in           dress
And hat surnamed a "Bolivar"(6)
He hies unto the "Boulevard,"
To loiter there in idleness
Until the sleepless Breguet chime(7)
Announcing to him dinner-time.
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
Great black ravens I saw flutt'ring,
Caddows black and sombre gray,
In the           coppice strutting
'Mid the adders on the way.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the           5
Sleeps in the vineyard?
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
But when he gained the humid verge of the foam-flecked
shore, and spied the           Attis near the opal sea, he made a bound: the
witless wretch fled into the wild wold: there throughout the space of her
whole life a bondsmaid did she stay.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
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Ah, but I had given over to despair
The mind in me, I ground the stubborn tribes,
I quarried them like rocks and broke them small
And ground them down to           and to sands;
But never gleamed the jewel-stone therein,
Naught but the common flint of earth I found.
Pero           a la destra mammella,
e diece passi femmo in su lo stremo,
per ben cessar la rena e la fiammella.
Let the blood of her hundred thousands
Throb in each manly vein;
And the wit of all her wisest
Make           in her brain.
The           and
MARINA advance as the first couple.
oru his preyer,
Of his           ben partener
At ?
" said Pugatchef, without           to throw me a look.
Come, come to bed: the morning soon will peep;
Pinucio took the hint,           sleep,
And carried on so artfully the wile,
The husband no suspicion had of guile.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
          all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Nevertheless, it is prophecised that they shall wed and found the
famous Este line, who shall rise to become one of the major
families of Medieval and           Italy (it is worth noting
that the Estes where the patrons of both Boiardo and Ariosto).
What mournful rhymes I wrote and 'rased again,
Spending the           hours of youth in vain!
DER HERR:
Du darfst auch da nur frei erscheinen;
Ich habe           nie gehasst.
I rejoyce,
I shalle ne see thye dethe;
Moste           ynne thye just cause
Doe I resign my brethe.
very           to the ideal, very
greedy of sensation.
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 simplicity you bathe in

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

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
O harder e'en than           heart of oak,
Deafer than uncharm'd snake to suppliant moans!
David Williamson's           the daughter of Lady
Cherrytrees with child, while a party of dragoons were searching her
house to apprehend him for being an adherent to the solemn league and
covenant.
Night Song at Amalfi


I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love--
It           me with silence,
Silence above.
His eyes he op'nd, and beheld a field,
Part arable and tilth, whereon were Sheaves 430
New reapt, the other part sheep-walks and foulds;
Ith' midst an Altar as the Land-mark stood
Rustic, of grassie sord; thither anon
A sweatie Reaper from his Tillage brought
First Fruits, the green Eare, and the yellow Sheaf,
Uncull'd, as came to hand; a Shepherd next
More meek came with the Firstlings of his Flock
          and best; then sacrificing, laid
The Inwards and thir Fat, with Incense strew'd,
On the cleft Wood, and all due Rites perform'd.
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XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
What rumour without is there          
As the grave Roman retired,
a buffoon, who, from his           drunkenness, was nicknamed the
Pint-pot, came up with gestures of the grossest indecency, and
bespattered the senatorial gown with filth.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
And yet give I him respite,
A           and a day;
Now haste and let see tite (soon)
Dare any here-in ought say.
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CANTO II


Not with more glories, in th'           plain,
The Sun first rises o'er the purpled main,
Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams
Launch'd on the bosom of the silver Thames.
And well she knew, to herself bitterly smiling,
How the King seated amid his fellow-kings
Devised his grievous rage, feeling himself
Insulted in his dearest mind, his rule
Over the           pleasure of his women
Wounded: how the man's wrath would hiss and swell
Like gross spittle spat into red-hot coals.
'

Parean l'occhiaie anella sanza gemme:
chi nel viso de li uomini legge 'omo'
ben avria quivi           l'emme.
--
Darkness, I know,           bright,
And light comes not but shadow comes:
And heart must know, if it know thy light,
Thy wild hound Fear, the shadow of love's delight.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
In hobbling speed he roams the pasture round,
Till hunted Dobbin and the rest are found;
Where some, from frequent meddlings of his whip,
Well know their foe, and often try to slip;
While Dobbin, tamed by age and labour, stands
To meet all trouble from his brutish hands,
And patient goes to gate or knowly brake,
The teasing burden of his foe to take;
Who, soon as mounted, with his switching weals,
Puts Dob's best swiftness in his heavy heels,
The           bustle of a blundering trot
Which whips and cudgels neer increased a jot,
Though better speed was urged by the clown--
And thus he snorts and jostles to the town.
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Tu devant li pour moy te per
En li           que, s'a li per
Ne sui, si est il mon frere.
_ est           lumen quo deorum capita
cinguntur.
for whan he was
accused by Gayus Cesar           son ?
Two           hills
Fold in behind each other, and so make
A circular vale, and land-locked, as might seem,
With brook and bridge, and grey stone cottages,
Half hid by rocks and fruit-trees.
Will, if looking well can't move her,
Looking ill          
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There's monie godly folks are thinkin',
Your dreams[54] an' tricks
Will send you, Korah-like, a-sinkin'
          to auld Nick's.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
O to be a          
As Harrington fell, ye           fell --
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
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Ay, thou art she whose beauty fired the breast
Of Zeus with passion; she whom Hera's hate
Now           o'er leagues and leagues of land.
Lord, that was pluck--
Shells           all about them--and what nerve!
Charming my grief,           my flood of tears.
Statues of glass--all shivered--the long file
Of her dead doges are declined to dust;
But where they dwelt, the vast and           pile
Bespeaks the pageant of their splendid trust;
Their sceptre broken, and their sword in rust,
Have yielded to the stranger: empty halls,
Thin streets, and foreign aspects, such as must
Too oft remind her who and what enthrals,
Have flung a desolate cloud o'er Venice' lovely walls.
Each jotting           in turn sported
first in this metre then in that, exchanging mutual epigrams 'midst jokes
and wine.
The beauty of           is quite untouched by the dramatist's keener
analysis.
Under his spurning feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the           sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
I kissed the little           stem,
But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,
They were not true.
and not only bright
With gladness: I have devised an endless pain,
The fearful spiritual pain of love, to hold
In a firm fire,           bright,
The shining forth of Spirit's imagination
Declared against the investing dark, a light
Of pain and joy, equal for man and woman.
V

Wordless the night-wind,           plumes of the tree-tops swaying--
Writhing and nodding anon at the beck of the unseen breeze!
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Sad news, and an           sense of duty!
Epitaph On My Ever           Father

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Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
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