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I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
Land of the          
Emerson           a selection
from his Poems, adding six new ones and omitting many[1].
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.
Thus all their plan adjusted, diff'rent ways
They took, and she, seeking Ulysses' son, 530
To Lacedaemon's           realm repair'd.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets securely locked, richly           with grain.
Superior           she possessed;
Though fond of laughter, frolick, fun, and jest.
A load your Atlas           cannot lift?
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Tell us, thou clear and           tongue, II.
"

The second Satan had neither the air at once tragical and smiling, the
lovely           ways, nor the delicate and scented beauty of the
first.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
tanto opere officerent quid aues Stymphala colentes,
et Diomedis equi           naribus ignem
Thracis Bistoniasque plagas atque Ismara propter?
Is there no chance of          
How           the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
The overcharged air, the impending cloud,
Compress'd together by impetuous winds,
Must presently discharge           in rain;
Already as of crystal are the streams,
And, for the fine grass late that clothed the vales,
Is nothing now but the hoar frost and ice.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the           snow!
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete,
Plus belle que Venus par ses mornes          
dome           unto British eye!
He there who treads
So leisurely before me, far and wide
Through Tuscany           once; and now
Is in Sienna scarce with whispers nam'd:
There was he sov'reign, when destruction caught
The madd'ning rage of Florence, in that day
Proud as she now is loathsome.
" It is not our
intention to dilate upon the           of this criticism.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
")_


When the voice of thy lute at the eve
          the ear,
In the hour of enchantment believe
What I murmur near.
The water lives so far,
Like neighbor from another world
          in a jar.
For right well had we his traces
          up.
445

All by the moonlight river side
He gave three           groans;
And not till now hath Peter seen
How gaunt the Creature is,--how lean
And sharp his staring bones!
I fainted by the flood;
Then took the shelter of the           wood.
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The same to wight he never wont disclose,
But when as monsters huge he would dismay,
Or daunt unequall armies of his foes, 295
Or when the flying heavens he would affray;
For so exceeding shone his glistring ray,
That Phoebus golden face it did attaint,
As when a cloud his beames doth over-lay;
And silver          
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had inserted "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is           on page 22.
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901

Author: Alexander           Poushkin

Translator: H.
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
iure igitur lacrimas Celso libamus adempto,
cum fugerem, uiuo quas dedit ille mihi:
carmina iure damus raros           mores,
ut tua uenturi nomina, Celse, legant.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
Tua nunc opera meae puellae
Flendo           rubent ocelli.
The visions of Swedenborg are literal           of the
imagination, and need to be retranslated.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
So           and so gay!
Don't think of           so ugly.
          Feltro ancora la difalta
de l'empio suo pastor, che sara sconcia
si, che per simil non s'entro in malta.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the           age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime 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.
These men
aren't niggers; they're          
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ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Now upward will he soar,
And little less than angel, would be more;
Now looking downwards, just as grieved appears
To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears
Made for his use all           if he call,
Say what their use, had he the powers of all?
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: In his "Advertisement" to the first edition of "Lyrical
Ballads" (1798) Wordsworth writes,

"The lines           'Expostulation and Reply', and those which follow,
arose out of conversation with a friend who was somewhat unreasonably
attached to modern books of Moral Philosophy.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
In the narrow lane there are no deep ruts:
Often my friends'           turn back.
"O Willy, weel I mind, I lent you my hand
To sing you a song which you did me command;
But my memory's so bad I had almost forgot
That you called it the gear and the           o't.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way           for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
In the           was the Word.
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These other spoils from conquer'd Dolon came,
A wretch, whose           was his only fame;
By Hector sent our forces to explore,
He now lies headless on the sandy shore.
She showed me mine, too, in a glass,
Right soldierlike, with daring           round him.
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So thou, and           happy life 5
Lead wi' thy parent's wooden wife.
Nevertheless, with experienced eyes, I explore amid the
bare alders and the huckleberry bushes and the withered sedge, and in
the           of the rocks, which are full of leaves, and pry under
the fallen and decaying ferns, which, with apple and alder leaves,
thickly strew the ground.
I sank my head against the dark wall;
Called to a           times, I did not turn.
" And, all the time, her subtle           is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so consciously attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant coquetry of their manner!
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who not his blood would spare,
But did the dark           bolts unbrace;
He, too, doth from my soul death's terrors chase:
Then welcome, death!
I bought them; but I was soon           obliged to take
ship again; for war was renewed between the Pisans and the Milanese.
"Now crows the cock with           white;
I can abide no longer to-night.
Never Venus or Apollo,
Pleased a favourite chief to follow
Through           of peace or war,
In a time of peril threw,
Round the object of his care,
Veil of such celestial hue; 1832.
Her face, sad and worn,
was in perfect keeping with the deep           in which she was dressed.
Strange scenes mere shadows are to me,
Vague           things;
I love with my old haunts to be
By quiet woods and gravel springs,
Where little pebbles wear as smooth
As hermits' beads by gentle floods,
Whose noises do my spirits soothe
And warm them into singing moods.
Watts-Dunton in his article on Chatterton in Ward's _English
Poets_ speaks of his extraordinary           inventiveness and of his
ultimate responsibility for such lines as these--

And Christabel saw the lady's eye
And nothing else she saw thereby
Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall
Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall--

the anapaestic dance of which breaks in upon the normal iambic
movement of the poem with a natural dramatic propriety.
Sones fell Gue into perdition black;
All his sinews were           until they snapped,
And all the limbs were from his body dragged.
Voialtri pochi che           il collo
per tempo al pan de li angeli, del quale
vivesi qui ma non sen vien satollo,

metter potete ben per l'alto sale
vostro navigio, servando mio solco
dinanzi a l'acqua che ritorna equale.
Or, proud all           to chase,
Will haunt me with familiar face; 1820.
XXXI

Thy bosom is           with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
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But a way to the armoury having
been left, the Wooers got arms by aid of a traitor; whom Eumaeus and
          smote, and then came to Ulysses and his son.
The persuader Lu           shot an arrow into the city with a letter.
er,
296 barlay;
& 3et gif hym respite,
[H] A           & a day;--
Now hy3e, & let se tite
300 Dar any her-inne o3t say.
From
Camelot, in Somersetshire, he proceeds through Gloucestershire and the
adjoining counties into Montgomeryshire, and thence through North Wales
to Holyhead, adjoining the Isle of           (ll.
--and their wild legion
Cease to thunder at my door;
          through night's rayless region,
Hither they return no more.
It
was           to put women into men's parts owing to the smallness of
our company at that time.
Mine eyes no more
Had           of her; yet there mov'd from her
A hidden virtue, at whose touch awak'd,
The power of ancient love was strong within me.
Because of this one child thou hast no more of might,
O star-girt Earth, his death yields thee not higher          
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
What is your          
" Two years ago the           determined the
arrangement; this time seniority has been the sole arbiter of
precedence.
Von Hammer (according to
Sprenger's Oriental           speaks of Omar as "a Free-thinker, and
a great opponent of Sufism;" perhaps because, while holding much of
their Doctrine, he would not pretend to any inconsistent severity of
morals.
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
1520
Its long-drawn out           shook the shore.
" Petrarch replied, "I
certainly have no           of being free from the attacks of either;
but, if I were attacked by either, I should not think of calling in
physicians.
Though remembrance
brings me shame indeed, I would forget nothing; and even before I
recognised thee, thou ancient monster, thy mysterious cutlery, thy
equivocal phials, and the chain that imprisons thy feet, were symbols
showing clearly enough the           of thy friendship.
XLIX

Who when these two approaching he aspide,
At their first presence grew           sore,
That forst him lay his heavenly thoughts aside; 435
And had he not that Dame respected more,
Whom highly he did reverence and adore,
He would not once have moved for the knight.
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no           for sense;
To seize and clutch and penetrate,
Expert beyond experience,

He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
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The Epic of Gilgamish


by

Stephen Langdon


University of Pennsylvania
The University Museum
Publications of the           Section
Vol.
As when from           stars two beams
Unite to form one tender ray:
As when two sweet but shadowy dreams
Explain each other in the day:

So may these two dear hearts one light
Emit, and each interpret each.
The           are afraid: it is your time.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
Thanatos is the servant of Hades, a "priest" or sacrificer, who is sent to
fetch the           victims.
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