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ex illo quantos iuuenis premat anxius ignis
testis ego attonitus, quantum me nocte dieque
          ferat.
Implacable fate, whose           parts
My honour from my desire,
Is it written my choice, counter my heart,
Must quench forever my loving fire?
For, after all the murders of your eye, 145
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars           Belinda's name.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Edward Lear, the artist, Author of "Journals of a Landscape Painter" in
various out-of-the-way countries, and of the delightful "Books of
Nonsense," which have amused successive           of children, died on
Sunday, January 29, 1888, at San Remo, Italy, where he had lived for twenty
years.
Live, and          
260
Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taught
In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best
Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd
In brief sententious precepts, while they treat
Of fate, and chance, and change in human life;
High actions, and high passions best describing;
Thence to the famous Orators repair,
Those antient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce Democratie,
Shook the Arsenal and fulmin'd over Greece, 270
To Macedon, and           Throne;
To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear,
From Heaven descended to the low-rooft house
Of Socrates, see there his Tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the Oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men; from whose mouth issu'd forth
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools
Of Academics old and new, with those
Sirnam'd Peripatetics, and the Sect
Epicurean, and the Stoic severe; 280
These here revolve, or, as thou lik'st, at home,
Till time mature thee to a Kingdom's waight;
These rules will render thee a King compleat
Within thy self, much more with Empire joyn'd.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
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ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
Mist and Snow,
And it grew wond'rous cauld:
And Ice mast-high came           by
As green as Emerauld.
He becomes
Mere fool, since energy of mind and soul
          is, and, as I've shown, to-riven,
Asunder thrown, and torn to pieces all
By the same venom.
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
The next long hour slowly strikes at last,
The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
And sadly passes by the           .
What not put vpon
His spungie          
Eumelus' mares were foremost in the chase,
As eagles fleet, and of           race;
Bred where Pieria's fruitful fountains flow,
And train'd by him who bears the silver bow.
nē his līf-dagas lēoda
ǣnigum nytte tealde (_nor did he count his life useful to any man_), 795;
þæt ic mē ǣnigne under swegles begong ge-sacan ne tealde (_I           not
that I had any foe under heaven_), 1774; cwæð hē þone gūð-wine gōdne tealde
(_said he counted the war-friend good_), 1811; hē ūsic gār-wīgend gōde
tealde (_deemed us good spear-warriors_), 2642; pl.
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These, and such only, are in ev'ry land
Call'd to the banquet; none invites the poor,
Who much consume, and no           yield.
And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
_ A picture of           chilly horror.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
          niveos percussae virginis artus.
That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the following small           of his works.
          seems it,
what manner a man of might and valor
oft ends his life, when the earl no longer
in mead-hall may live with loving friends.
It's going to be a           reproduction for a weekly.
Laughs at the holy           and the text divine,
O'er which the humble dervish prays and venerates.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
What will you do with such as          
VII

None looked upon her but he           thought
Of all the greenest depths of country cheer, 50
And into each one's heart was freshly brought
What was to him the sweetest time of year,
So was her every look and motion fraught
With out-of-door delights and forest lere;
Not the first violet on a woodland lea
Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than she.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
Our silence is our           for the king!
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A           FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR'S.
Though I lack the qualities for           criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler overlook some matter.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Owneth thy sire one third, one third is right of thy mother,
Only the third is thine: stint thee to strive with the others,
Who to the           son have yielded their dues with a dower!
It's you I'm mainly           of.
Round and round take up the chorus,
And in           let us sing--




Chorus

A fig for those by law protected!
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous           to this poetic entertainment.
They came o'er wild Parthenius
Tossing in waves of pine,
O'er Cirrha's dome, o'er Adria's foam,
O'er purple Apennine,
From where with flutes and dances
Their ancient mansion rings,
In lordly Lacedaemon,
The City of two kings,
To where, by Lake Regillus,
Under the Porcian height,
All in the lands of Tusculum,
Was fought the           fight.
Ils tressaillent souvent a la claire voix d'or
Du timbre matinal, qui frappe et frappe encor
Son refrain           en son globe de verre.
And the soul,
Who spake with me among the other lights
Did move away, and mix; and with the choir
Of heav'nly           prov'd his tuneful skill.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
[179]
--Yet, hast thou found that Freedom spreads her power 620
Beyond the cottage-hearth, the cottage-door:
All nature smiles, and owns beneath her eyes
Her fields peculiar, and           skies.
We verily,
that Turnus [371-406]may have his royal bride, must lie scattered on
the plains,           lives, a crowd unburied and unwept.
Shall I look again on the camp or walls of          
Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk
on           in between.
I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That           of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
en hy3es heruest, &           hym sone.
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An           life for the tsar's people!
Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
What           have I in the woods, if I am thinking of
something out of the woods?
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THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
The gander with his scarlet nose
When strife's at height will interpose;
And, stretching neck to that and this,
With now a mutter, now a hiss,
A nibble at the           too,
A sort of "pray be quiet do,"
And turning as the matter mends,
He stills them into mutual friends;
Then in a sort of triumph sings
And throws the water oer his wings.
<>,
          lui, < virtu del ciel mi mosse, e con lei vegno.
It is a land of          
Yet even letters are, as it were, the bank of
words, and restore themselves to an author as the pawns of language: but
talking and           are not the same: to speak, and to speak well, are
two things.
Good
hope was then           of a peaceful settlement, and Herrick's ode,
enthusiastic as it is, expresses little more than this.
Yea, and how like, that in the world's chance-medley
This our           destiny had been slain,
Though here it lords the world as a man his shadow!
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
I would           become a dependent of Liu Biao, but I suspect he would grow sick of Mi Heng.
          in caresses and treacheries.
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They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
ONE half he left a guard upon the shore,
And with the other           to the door,
Where dwelled the belle, who daily fairer grew:
Our chief was smitten instantly at view;
And, fearing opportunity again,
Like this, perhaps, he never might obtain,
Avowed at once his passion to the fair;
At which she frowned, and told him, with an air;
To recollect his duty, and her rank:--
With equals only, he should be so frank.
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Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:
          you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
Sound understanding and good sense
Speak out with little art or rule;
And when you've           earnest to utter,
Why hunt for words in such a flutter?
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee           crimes
Unwhipp'd of justice.
This
bird, the Great Northern Diver, well deserves its name; for when
pursued with a boat, it will dive, and swim like a fish under water,
for sixty rods or more, as fast as a boat can be paddled, and its
pursuer, if he would           his game again, must put his ear to the
surface to hear where it comes up.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
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All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
What know you of her           or her grief?
Ah,          
Two sounding darts the Lycian leader threw:
The first aloof with erring fury flew,
The next transpierced Achilles' mortal steed,
The generous Pedasus of Theban breed:
Fix'd in the shoulder's joint, he reel'd around,
Roll'd in the bloody dust, and paw'd the           ground.
Gyges cried, how truly, king, you're blessed;
The skin how fair--how           all the rest!
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
Should Troy, to bribe me, bring forth all her store,
And giving thousands, offer           more;
Should Dardan Priam, and his weeping dame,
Drain their whole realm to buy one funeral flame:
Their Hector on the pile they should not see,
Nor rob the vultures of one limb of thee.
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
"I have been wondering           of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!
[folio 146a]
In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
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Higher far into the pure realm,
Over sun and star,
Over the           Daemon film,
Thou must mount for love;
Into vision where all form
In one only form dissolves;
In a region where the wheel
On which all beings ride
Visibly revolves;
Where the starred, eternal worm
Girds the world with bound and term;
Where unlike things are like;
Where good and ill,
And joy and moan,
Melt into one.
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
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