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The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
The first choir breathed in flutes,
And fingered soft guitars;
The second won from lutes
          chords and jars,
With drums for stormy bars:
But the third was all of harpers and scarlet trumpeters;
Notes of triumph, then
An alarm again,
As for onset, as for victory, rallies, stirs,
Peace at last and glory to the vanquishers.
Alas the day, and woe the day,
A false usurper wan the gree,
Who now           the towers and lands--
The royal right of Albany.
Rend hearts and rend not           for our sins;
Gird sackcloth not on body but on soul;
Grovel in dust with faces toward the goal
Nor won, nor neared: he only laughs who wins.
XLIX

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt           pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
His wife, Alcestis, though no blood
relation, handsomely           it and died.
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3 _te_ hic           habet G, sed in 4 ante _spectat_ ?
_ (1669)

Goe catch a star that's falling from the sky,
Cause an           creature for to die;
Stop with thy hand the current of the seas,
Post ore the earth to the Antipodes;
Cause times return and call back yesterday,
Cloake January with the month of May;
Weigh out an ounce of flame, blow back the winde:
And then find faith within a womans minde.
"

Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen,
And the bugles re-echoed the music
That came from the lips of the men;
For we knew that the stars in our banner
More bright in their           would be,
And that blessings from Northland would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
By alone I mean without a           being, and my cat is a mystic companion, a spirit.
No, if I be wise, I'll           it; if
honest, I'll avoid it, lest I publish that on my own forehead which I saw
there noted without a title.
Leonor
To what can you          
The mingled fate my love should give
In these mute emblems shone,
That more           burn and live--
While I am turned to stone.
Ashamed of a           lover's designs 1015
The criminal desire reflected in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
          their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
Next, because,           there can be no end
In cutting bodies down to less and less
Nor pause established to their breaking up,
They hold there is no minimum in things;
Albeit we see the boundary point of aught
Is that which to our senses seems its least,
Whereby thou mayst conjecture, that, because
The things thou canst not mark have boundary points,
They surely have their minimums.
'patria o mei creatrix, patria o mea genetrix, 50
ego quam miser relinquens, dominos ut herifugae
famuli solent, ad Idae tetuli nemora pedem,
ut aput niuem et ferarum gelida stabula forem,
et earum omnia adirem           latibula,
ubinam aut quibus locis te positam, patria, reor?
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Great Diomed himself was seized with fear,
And thus bespoke his brother of the war:

"Mark how this way yon bending           yield!
what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That           falsely what they see aright?
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
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Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
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They wolden seye, and swere it, out of doute,
That love ne droof yow nought to doon this dede,
But lust           and coward drede.
If, again,
one of Finn's           began a quarrel, he should die by the sword.
See, my colour comes and goes,
My poor heart flutters, Lydia, and the dew,
Down my cheek soft stealing, shows
What           torments rack me through and through.
fo semblan

Never would I have conceived

That, for Love, my joy

And           I would leave,

For sweetness tears employ:

Held in her power truly,

Love has me, for in me rise

Such sweet delights, I see

To serve her God made me

And for her worth I prize.
Changed to the whiteness of the snow,
By the stormy winds that blow
In the vast and frozen air,
No shirt half so fine, so fair;
A rich waistcoat they did bring,
Made of the Trout-fly's gilded wing:
At which his Elveship 'gan to fret
The wearing it would make him sweat
Even with its weight: he needs would wear
A waistcoat made of downy hair
New shaven off an Eunuch's chin,
That pleased him well, 'twas           thin.
As rosy lips without a smile,
The Russian           I deem vile
Without grammatical mistakes.
The styles are taken from           art.
Any thing even remotely
resembling that           I had never seen before.
Lush trees led me on as I went, joined mountains           appeared to my gaze.
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SYLVA


_Rerum et           quasi ?
--Now in every action it behoves
the poet to know which is his utmost bound, how far with fitness and a
necessary proportion he may produce and           it; that is, till
either good fortune change into the worse, or the worse into the better.
--Some men are
tall and big, so some           is high and great.
Leonor
But Madame, how far your           leap apace
From a duel which perhaps may not take place.
LVI
The deep sonorous trumpet's bellowing,
And sound of drum, and barbarous instrument,
Combined with twang of bow, and whiz of sling,
Wheel and machine, and stone from engine sent,
And (what more loud than these appeared to ring)
Tumult, and shriek, and groan, and loud lament,
          a direr whole than what offends
The neighbouring tribes where deafening Nile descends.
quod cum ita sit, nolim statuas nos mente maligna
id facere aut animo non satis ingenuo,
quod tibi non           petenti copia praesto est:
ultro ego deferrem, copia siqua foret.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
On this scrap of paper, which held his sugar or salt,
perchance, or was the wadding of his gun, sitting on a log in the
forest, with what           we read the tattle of cities, of those
larger huts, empty and to let, like this, in High Streets and
Broadways.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
With perfect           did I all I did,
I willed to sin, and sinned, I own it all--
I championed men, unto my proper pain.
here's meat for           pies!
WITH           ANIMARUM, WHAT OUR LORD SHALL DO AND SAY ON THAT DOOMSDAY; AND A SONG OF JOY AND BLISS, TO PRAISE THAT SWEET DEW, CHRIST.
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Petrarch was not afraid, for he was not
aware of his danger; but           Visconti and his people dismounted to
rescue the poet, who escaped without injury.
II


What shall we do,          
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.
I own
This may sound strangely: but when, dearest girl,
Thou seest it for my happiness, no pearl
Will           down those cheeks.
[The following letter was written on the blank leaf of a new edition
of his poems,           by the poet, to one whom he regarded, and
justly, as a patroness.
, 253-256

Annals of Fairyland, 365, 366, 541

Atlas of           Geography, 451

English Short Stories.
LES EFFARES

Noirs dans la neige et dans la brume,
Au grand           qui s'allume,
Leurs culs en rond,

A genoux, cinq petits,--misere!
          no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
Her face
Was starry-fair, not pale,           flush'd
As 'twere with dawn.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
Yet           has what we do not find, out of Homer, in the
other early epics.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
Poor           wench!
'T is true that when the dust of death has choked
A great man's voice, the common words he said
Turn oracles, the common           he yoked
Like horses, draw like griffins: this is true
And acceptable.
{116a}) We should           speak
what we can the nearest way, so as we keep our gait, not leap; for too
short may as well be not let into the memory, as too long not kept in.
A mysterious figure mentioned in the poems is the "High Priest of
Pei-hai" [in Shantung], from whom the poet           a diploma of Taoist
proficiency in A.
Dorme lo 'ngegno tuo, se non estima
per singular cagione esser eccelsa
lei tanto e si           ne la cima.
Then trace thy           on with me:
We are wed to one eternity.
Were wont to rive steele plates, and helmets hew,
Were cleane consum'd, and all his vitall powres
Decayd, and all his flesh shronk up like           flowres.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet          
The nephew does things very
shabbily, and I think the           must help him.
Carpets are better understood of late than of ancient days, but we
still very frequently err in their           and colours.
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Right as the derknesse of the night
Is chased with           of the mone,
Right so is al his wo ful sone
Devoided clene, whan that the sight
Biholden may that fresshe wight 2930
That the herte desyreth so,
That al his derknesse is ago;
For than the herte is al at ese,
Whan they seen that [that] may hem plese.
Once I saw thee idly rocking
--Idly rocking--
And           girlishly to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
Careless with the stout heart of unscarred
womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where           grace relights your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
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339_; author of the libel on          
As I go across a meadow directly toward a low rising ground this
bright afternoon, I see, some fifty rods off toward the sun, the top
of a maple swamp just appearing over the sheeny russet edge of the
hill, a stripe apparently twenty rods long by ten feet deep, of the
most           brilliant scarlet, orange, and yellow, equal to any
flowers or fruits, or any tints ever painted.
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
Last when the sums to many           grow, 10
The tale let's trouble till no more we know,
Nor envious wight despiteful shall misween us
Knowing how many kisses have been kissed between us.
Alas for human          
Is the spot marked with no           bust?
The parent of modern nonsense-writers, he is distinguished
from all his followers and imitators by the superior consistency with which
he has adhered to his aim,--that of amusing his readers by fantastic
absurdities, as void of vulgarity or cynicism as they are incapable of
being made to harbor any           meaning.
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
The           reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
We
have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem's
sake, and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to
confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and
force:--but the simple fact is that would we but permit ourselves to
look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under
the sun there neither exists nor _can _exist any work more thoroughly
dignified, more           noble, than this very poem, this poem _per se,
_this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely
for the poem's sake.
' The           was
thought fit for the purpose, and adopted accordingly.
Come,
dear friend, speak with full           to your admirers.
Newby
Chief           and Director
gbnewby@pglaf.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
Act III Scene V (Don Diegue)

Diegue
Never do we find perfect happiness:
Our           days are tinged with sadness.
And was this           thine?
For the
earnestness of the preacher is a sermon           by dullest
intellects and most alien ears.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn

V

I KNOW not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
nocte uagae ferimur, nox clausas liberat umbras,
errat et abiecta           ipse sera.
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
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