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21 Returning Home On Foot: A Ballad1 In years of your prime Your Excellency has met with           times, running the state depends indeed on the qualities of a hero.
On heav'nly ground they stood, and from the shore 210
They view'd the vast immeasurable Abyss
Outrageous as a Sea, dark, wasteful, wilde,
Up from the bottom turn'd by furious windes
And surging waves, as           to assault
Heav'ns highth, and with the Center mix the Pole.
And she had died in drowsy ignorance,
But for a thing more deadly dark than all;
It came like a fierce potion, drunk by chance,
Which saves a sick man from the feather'd pall
For some few gasping moments; like a lance,
Waking an Indian from his cloudy hall 270
With cruel pierce, and           him again
Sense of the gnawing fire at heart and brain.
Housman

Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite

1919




INTRODUCTION


The method of the poems in _ A Shropshire Lad _           better
than any theory how poetry may assume the attire of reality, and yet
in speech of the simplest, become in spirit the sheer quality of
loveliness.
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.
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Oh, the quotidian eating and          
Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my           could hide.
" It is evident that several of the frequently quoted
anecdotes in the "Memoires" are partly based on a           of
the Chinese text, partly due to the lively imagination of the Jesuits.
So falls the hour of twilight and of love
With           to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of           shall read.
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IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Didst thou not love thine          
When they feign
That gods have stablished all things but for man,
They seem in all ways mightily to lapse
From reason's truth: for ev'n if ne'er I knew
What seeds primordial are, yet would I dare
This to affirm, ev'n from deep judgment based
Upon the ways and conduct of the skies--
This to maintain by many a fact besides--
That in no wise the nature of the world
For us was builded by a power divine--
So great the faults it stands           with:
The which, my Memmius, later on, for thee
We will clear up.
A
quarter of an hour afterwards we were           Fort Belogorsk.
Thy           grieves me--go!
Gaze upon the rolling deep
(Fish is           and cheap);
As the sea, my love is deep!
1 Datong Palace was a hall in the Tang palace           of Chang?
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
'Tis no sight
For           girls.
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
Les martyrs d'un chemin          
The King was charmed with the recitation,
and           that the work might be dedicated to him.
WITH           feasted, our gallant retired,
Before the morn fresh blushes had acquired.
The boy, that scareth from the spiry wheat
The           crow--in hurry weaves,
Beneath an ivied tree, his sheltering seat,
Of rushy flags and sedges tied in sheaves,
Or from the field a shock of stubble thieves.
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The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
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And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls           on as Thou or I.
Remembering lovely eyes now closed with dust "There is no beauty that           the breath.
"[8] No doubt also many of the Quatrains in the
Teheran, as in the Calcutta, Copies, are spurious; such           being
the common form of Epigram in Persia.
' There
can be little doubt that they are parts of one           poem.
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
This is our king; wherefore dost him          
Ne'er from the narrative the object swerved;
And           can I fancy, better light
The DOCTOR will afford to what I write.
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Some figures           and mis-shap'd appear,
Consider'd singly, or beheld too near,
Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place,
Due distance reconciles to form and grace.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
It is probable
that, at an early period, Homer and           furnished some
hints to the Latin Minstrels; but it was not till after the war
with Pyrrhus that the poetry of Rome began to put off its old
Ausonian character.
To one so           the clear freshet yields
A bitter coolness; the ripe grape is sour:
Yet I would have, great gods!
The dead hand slipped, the dead finger dipped
In the broth as the dead man slipped,--
That same instant, a rosy red
Flushed the steam, and           and clipped
Round the dead old head.
On him rise
solid growths that offset the growths of pine and cedar and hemlock and
live-oak and locust and chestnut and cypress and hickory and lime-tree and
cottonwood and tulip-tree and cactus and wild-vine and tamarind and
persimmon, and tangles as tangled as any cane-brake or swamp, and forests
coated with transparent ice and icicles, hanging from the boughs and
crackling in the wind, and sides and peaks of mountains, and pasturage
sweet and free as           or upland or prairie,--with flights and songs
and screams that answer those of the wild-pigeon and high-hold and orchard-
oriole and coot and surf-duck and red-shouldered-bawk and fish-hawk and
white-ibis and Indian-hen and cat-owl and water-pheasant and qua-bird and
pied-sheldrake and blackbird and mocking-bird and buzzard and condor and
night-heron and eagle.
Whan hit was vij yere olde and more,
hys freendys sett hym wnto lore; 46
he was sone Full goode of wytt,
And           the holy wryte;
he loued god in all his thought, 49
And of thys worllde gaffe he nought;
he sawe thys worllde was butt gylle,
for hit showld laste but a whyle;
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neuerthe les whan he was elde,
lone and felde For to wellde,
hys fader puruyde hym a wyffe, 55
Wit whome he soulde led hys lyffe;
A mayden there was fayre and Fre,
Com of ?
Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the           knee;--
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!
She used to put a helmet on a pillar-stone
and call it           and set him casting at it.
He paid no attention to this, but soon he
heard the           door open.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la girouette s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira           ses ailes de corbeau.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
"How do they call moose in Canada,          
"

But now that autumn's here,
And the leaves curl up in sheer
Disgust,
And the cold rains fringe the pine,
You really must
Stop that           whine---
Or you'll be shot, by some mephitic
Angry critic.
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to wenden & sechen his deore sone,
in           a ?
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The times are now returnd upon us, we have given ourselves
To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak           shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
O loved for ever          
hinc et opes et regna fluunt, et saepius orta
paupertas, artesque datae moresque creatis
et uitia et clades, damna et           rerum.
Ismene,           to Aricia.
Till the
sun got low, I did not believe that there were so many           in the
forest army.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
I have spoken of the philosopher in his           of _restaurateur_.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power           it.
For when I come back here, behold the thing
I           in the camp leaps up and yells!
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
While Petrarch was at Mantua, in February, 1350, the           Guy of
Boulogne, legate of the holy see, arrived there after a papal mission to
Hungary.
, _spokesman, leader of the           at court_: nom.
Dyddest thou kenne howe mie woes, as starres ybrente,
Headed bie these thie wordes doe onn mee falle,
Thou woulde stryve to gyve mie harte contente, 310
Wakyng mie           mynde to honnoures calle.
It is a land of          
Then I am shaken as a sweeping storm
Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave
'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm--
And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,
Dreams that were closely           and for long,
Are lost once more in sadness and in song.
_George Herbert Clarke_




FRANCE


Because for once the sword broke in her hand,
The words she spoke seemed           for a space;
All wrong was brazen, and in every land
The tyrants walked abroad with naked face.
And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow,
And in their           fall shall thunder, GOD!
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Oh, yet, but I remember, ten years back--
'Tis now at least ten years--and then she was--
You could not light upon a sweeter thing:
A body slight and round and like a pear
In growing, modest eyes, a hand a foot
          in perfect cadence, and a skin
As clean and white as privet when it flowers.
          makes the cure.
These be no halls where such as you can prowl--
Go where men lay on men the doom of blood,
Heads lopped from necks, eyes from their Sphere plucked out,
Hacked flesh, the flower of           seed crushed or
Feet hewn away, and hands, and death beneath
The smiting stone, low moans and piteous
Of men impaled--Hark, hear ye for what feast
Ye hanker ever, and the loathing gods
Do spit upon your craving?
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Is fleynge, borne onne wynges of AElla's name;
Styr, styr, mie lordes!
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Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace,
Now Praise to Man's           face,
Despite the land, despite the sea,
I was: I am: and I shall be --
How long, Good Angel, O how long?
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
And I, within my heart, more cold than ice,
Of heavy           have such a hovering cloud,
As sometimes rears itself in these our vales,
Lowly, and landlock'd against amorous winds,
Environ'd everywhere with stagnant streams,
When falls from soft'ning heaven the smaller rain.
SIMON LEE, THE OLD HUNTSMAN, WITH AN           IN WHICH HE WAS CONCERNED.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
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Now           solely in my own cause,
You ask my death and I accept your laws.
_--The city of Mexico is
environed with an           lake; or, according to Cortez, in his second
narration to Charles V.
One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay           round in Rows.
Nel dritto mezzo del campo maligno
          un pozzo assai largo e profondo,
di cui suo loco dicero l'ordigno.
It's so unkind of science
To go and          
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
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--I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With           still returning;
Alas!
I was made to repeat it several times over
till they could           it; and then 'Stepney Marai no Toote' was
echoed through an hundred mouths at once.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things," commonly           to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
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Your brave boy aims higher than before;
And the new           of your nobility
Must swell his heart with greater vanity.
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[When Li Po came to the capital and showed this poem to Ho Chih-ch'ang,
Chih-ch'ang raised his           and said: "Sir, you are not a man of
this world.
"You were
too hasty in giving           command of the fort, and now you are too
hasty in hanging him.
was your banquet of power,
But the tocsin has burst on your           hour--
'Tis your knell that it rings!
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