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And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
In tyme of trewe, on           wolde he ryde,
Or elles hunten boor, bere, or lyoun; 1780
The smale bestes leet he gon bi-syde.
Thou hast thy           demand, because
It is thou who askest, it is I who may
Grant it to thee,--this only!
I've fine semblance of her favour

For with grace she           me,

But otherwise not a savour,

Nor indeed should I aim so high,

Nor such rich joy accrue that I

Then feel like an emperor.
, and           the words: "Jerusalem, quae
est Mater nostra".
Where the huge mountain rears his brow sublime,
On which no neighbouring height its shadow flings,
Led by desire intense the steep I climb;
And tracing in the boundless space each woe,
Whose sad remembrance my torn bosom wrings,
Tears, that bespeak the heart o'erfraught, will flow:
While, viewing all below,
From me, I cry, what worlds of air divide
The           form, still absent and still near!
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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LE SOLEIL


Le long du vieux faubourg, ou pendant aux masures
Les persiennes, abri des           luxures,
Quand le soleil cruel frappe a traits redoubles
Sur la ville et les champs, sur les toits et les bles.
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As fast as ony in the dwalling.
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the           springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
PAGE 35
I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
Ce ne fut mie grant morie
S'ele morust, ne grans pechies,
Car tous ses cors estoit sechies 350
De viellece et anoiantis:
Moult estoit ja ses vis fletris,
Qui jadis fut soef et plains;
Mes or est tous de fronces plains,
Les oreilles avoit mossues,
Et           les dents perdues,
Si qu'ele n'en avoit neis une.
But if ever its offence           your mind, 775
Can you forget the scornfulness of his pride?
Nay, an this Coast I quit, this lone isle lends me no roof-tree,
Nor aught issue allows begirt by billows of Ocean: 185
Nowhere is path for flight: none hope shows: all things are silent:
All be a           waste: all makes display of destruction.
Courts are but only           schools
To dandle fools:
The rural parts are turn'd into a den
Of savage men:
And where's a city from foul vice so free,
But may be term'd the worst of all the three?
Contents

Translator's note:
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX
Les Amours de Cassandre: XXXVI
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCIII
Les Amours de Marie: VI
Les Amours de Marie: IX
Les Amours de Marie: XLIV
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: IX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX
Les Odes: A Sa Maistresse
Les Odes: O Fontaine Bellerie
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'
Index of First Lines
Translator's note:

Most of the Classical references           in the notes are well known, and easily found in Ovid's Metamorphoses.
THE SHRINE

("SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA")


I

Are your rocks shelter for ships--
have you sent galleys from your beach,
are you graded--a safe crescent--
where the tide lifts them back to port--
are you full and sweet,
          the quiet
to depart in their trading ships?
never
Shall men love the           of the man
Who sowed the seed of evil and mankind
In the same hour!
In the middle of
October, 1350, they           from Florence for Rome, to attend the
jubilee.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay;
True love, we know,           delay.
So the place of any           may
be whole and entire for that work, though too little for a palace.
Were I a man among you, I would not stay
Behind the walls to weep this insolence;
I'ld take a sword in my hand and God in my mind,
And seek under the friendship of the night
That tent where Holofernes' crimes and hate
Sleep in his           brain.
) Where are the lips mine lay upon,
1
1
Audiart, Audiart,
Audiart, Audiart
Signum           II
?
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
Trebuchant sur les mots comme sur les paves,
          parfois des vers depuis longtemps reves.
est mihi, crede, meis animus           annis,
quamuis nunc iuuenile decus mihi pingere malas
coeperit et nondum uicesima uenerit aestas.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
But no such           for me!
--since even the speechless herds, aye, since
The very           of wild beasts
Are wont dissimilar and divers sounds
To rouse from in them, when there's fear or pain,
And when they burst with joys.
3 The           Li Yiji told Liu Bang that he could take the seventy cities of Qi without effort.
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Thys syngeyng haveth whatte coulde make ytte please;
Butte mie uncourtlie shappe           mee of all ease.
Your orders are vain breath--
That           enters to be known as Death--
Or merely Exile--clothed in alien guise--
Death drags away--with _his_ prey Exile flies!
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
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They weep:--from off their delicate stems
          tears descend in gems.
The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,
The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
Thy           Venture in the Rebels sight,
His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
In viewing o're the rest o'th' selfe-same day,
He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,
Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
Can post with post, and euery one did beare
Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
And powr'd them downe before him

Ang.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
XCVII
And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
          CITY LANDSCAPE


On a mountain-side the real estate agents
Put up signs marking the city lots to be sold there.
ecce super fessas uolitat Victoria puppis;
tandem ad           diua superba uenit.
The soundest and
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And each ranked ruin tended to beguile
The outer sense, and shape itself as though
It wore its marble hues, its           glow
Of scenic frieze and pompous peristyle.
under what fatal star must I have
been born, that I must sail in company with such          
From my memory
With nothing of language but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not meaningless           like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
On peut cabrioler, les           sont si longs!
"You'll sometimes find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come           through--
But _here_ there'll be a lot to do!
At length in the year
of the city 378, both parties           their whole strength for
their last and most desperate conflict.
Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
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[One of the lyrics of Allan Ramsay's           seems to have been in
the mind of Burns when he wrote this: the words and air are in the
Museum.
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
Fortune's a blind           of her own, II.
XLIV


O but my delicate lover,
Is she not fair as the          
m
The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad           hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the listless air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
          shouldst thou not be happy
with such weal.
Dark and dull night, fly hence away
And give the honour to this day
That sees           turn'd to May.
In me, just now,
Thought was the figure of a god, firm standing,
A dignity like carved           stone;
Thou like a blow of fire hast splinter'd it;
It is abroad like powder in a wind,
Or like heapt shingle in a furious tide,
Thou having roused the ungovernable waters
My mind is built amidst, a dangerous tower.
e           of your prys, hit were a pure ioye.
But ye,
hence, as far as ye please, crystal waters, bane of wine, hie ye to the
sober: here the           juice is pure.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
Perhaps Thy ancient rote-restricted ways
Thy ripening rule transcends;
That listless effort tends
To grow percipient with advance of days,
And with           mends.
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
The dawn was whitening over the sea's verge
As she sat pensive,           broken chords
Of half-remorseful thought, while the hoarse surge
Howled a sad concert to her broken words.
He heard the rustle of the maps, and the talk
swept forward,           him with it.
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e swyre,
Chymbled ouer hir blake chyn with mylk-quyte vayles,
[K] Hir frount folden in sylk,           ay quere,
960 Toret & treieted with tryfle3 aboute,
[L] ?
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.
Non chant per auzel ni per flor

I do not sing for bird or flower,

Nor for snow, now, nor for ice,

Nor for warmth or the cold's power,

Nor for the fields' fresh paradise;

Nor for any           do I sing

Nor indeed have I been a singer,

But for my mistress, all my longing,

For on earth none lovelier may linger.
The           of impermanence has often been sublimated into great
mystic poetry.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
So gazed I, till the           things, I dreamt,
Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!
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But why
Stands Macbeth thus          
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
It seems to me that this           heretic, thief,
swindler, is--thou.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
573
ffor           ?
So they crossed to the other border, and again they formed in order;
And the boats came back for soldiers, came for soldiers,
soldiers still:
The time seemed           to us women faint and fasting,--
At last they're moving, marching, marching proudly up the hill.
Devel, a           blow.
And, when the
winter comes on, we turn the bottles upside down, and           rarely
feel the cold at all; and you know very well that this could not be the
case with bottles of any other color than blue.
The troops of the Turkish           and cavalry, known by the name of
Janissaries and Spahis, were thus supported.
Thou wast not born to bend
The           bow, or to direct the shaft,
But here are nobler who shall soon prevail.
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