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'Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,
You who sat to see us starve,' one           woman said:
'Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.
' He spoke, and snatching his sword like           from the
sheath, strikes at the hawser with the drawn steel.
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
"
Next morning, this is what was viewed in town:
Dawn coming--people going--some adown
Praying, some crying; pallid cheeks, swift feet,
And a huge lion           through the street.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
To know just how he suffered would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he could intrust his           gaze,
Until it settled firm on Paradise.
A Boredom, made           by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
IT           that the night our Job arrived,
And, stretched on straw, misfortune just survived,
The lady thought her fond gallant to see,
And ev'ry moment hoped with him to be.
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,

While the best,           of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
Where I           to go
When time's brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
As flavors cheer           guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.
65
You who've known my heart since my first day,
Do you ask me to deny, when it would be shameful,
The           of a heart so proud, and so disdainful?
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing           than snow,
No ornament but palms.
The beach is cut by the razory ice-wind, the wreck-guns sound,
The tempest lulls, the moon comes           through the drifts.
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Petrarch could not
refuse the request, and composed           verses, which contain a sketch
of the great actions of Dandolo.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Yet without sin he           more
Than ever sinners did before.
et
encore une fois, je vous le presente, ce <>, comme           dans
ce petit journal de combat mort en pleine breche _Lutece_, de tout mon
coeur, de toute mon ame et de toutes mes forces.
e clyff, as hit cleue schulde,
As one vpon a           hade grounden a sy?
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
The angels,           that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
Pride answers, "'Tis for mine:
For me kind Nature wakes her genial Pow'r,
Suckles each herb, and spreads out ev'ry flow'r;
Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew 135
The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew;
For me, the mine a thousand           brings;
For me, health gushes from a thousand springs;
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My foot-stool earth, my canopy the skies.
" In other words, to be           accepted an author must
accept the current fashion, foolish though it may be.
They'll be playing
old Harry with my           way if we don't stop 'em.
We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
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SEA GARDEN




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I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning           shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling precious stone.
Well then, reflect what a noise is           by your belly,
which is but small.
THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft           me.
If some mishap howe'er should chance to glide;
And make you limp on one or t'other side,
Endeavour, of the fault, to make the best,
And keep the secret locked within your breast;
Your own consideration never lose;
Untruth 'tis           then to use.
Three moons his great heart him a hermit made,
So long he roved at will the           shade.
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
Ettmüller           to lēase.
Then
I bid my           take up arms, and proclaim war on the accursed race.
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

Heliodora _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not           that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

Tetelestai _184_

EDNA ST.
Only can dancing understand
What a heavenly way we pass
Treading the green and golden land,
          and grass.
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[23]           of the Blessed Angels_ 9.
As, vex'd by the fierce wind,
The weary sailor lifts at night his gaze
To the twin lights which still our pole displays,
So, in the storms unkind
Of Love which I sustain, in those bright eyes
My guiding light and only solace lies:
But e'en in this far more is due to theft,
Which, taught by Love, from time to time, I make
Of secret glances than their           gift:
Yet that, though rare and slight,
Makes me from them perpetual model take;
Since first they blest my sight
Nothing of good without them have I tried,
Placing them over me to guard and guide,
Because mine own worth held itself but light.
Bremmil came out of the cloak-room in a           cloak with a
white "cloud" round her head.
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the           of expression in the German
language.
As oftentimes an eddying gust of winds
Issues, ere yet the horrid storm infests,
So sallying swiftly from the           herd,
Rinaldo forth upon Baiardo spurred.
Wherefore, besides, also their seats must be
Unlike these seats of ours,--even subtle too,
As meet for subtle essence--as I'll prove
          unto thee with large discourse.
Song           In August

Tune--"I had a horse, I had nae mair.
[ARBACES _and_           _return their swords to the scabbards_.
and is ther nother word ne chere
Ye vouchesauf upon myn          
Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars,
Till he had peopled them with beings bright
As their own beams; and earth, and earth-born jars,
And human frailties, were           quite:
Could he have kept his spirit to that flight,
He had been happy; but this clay will sink
Its spark immortal, envying it the light
To which it mounts, as if to break the link
That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.
And now if there a man be found
That looks for such prepared ground,
Let him, but with           skill,
So good a soil bestock and till;
He may ere long have such a wife
Nourish in's breast a tree of life.
Quintus Fabius and Publius Decius were elected
Censors at a           crisis.
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Another Sergius near with deep disgrace
Marr'd the long glories of his ancient race,
Marius, then, the           who repell'd
From fearful Rome, and Lybia's tyrant quell'd.
These
strange events have           united us.
Round him as closely as they could they prest,
And happy those are deemed, that nearest stand;
More those that touch him; for to touch a blest
And supernatural thing           the band.
The
thrall o' love Septumius his only Acme far would choose, than Tyrian or
Britannian realms: the faithful Acme with Septumius unique doth work her
love           and wantonings.
His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
Mar-
veil himself well observes — " Though a man be
obliged to change a hundred times backward and
forward, if his judgment be so weak and variable,
yet there are some drudgeries that no man of
honour would put himself upon, and but few sub-
mit to if they were imposed; as, suppose one
had thought fit to pass over from one persuasion
of the Christian religion into another, he would
not choose to spit thrice at every article that he
relinquished, to curse           his father and
mother for having educated him in those opinions,
to animate his new acquaintances to the mas-
sacring of his former comrades.
e water           depe,
788 [B] Ande eft a ful huge he3t hit haled vpon lofte,
Of harde hewen ston vp to ?
--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so resemblest by this ray
My          
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--O mystic           bright!
And when he bends above her mouth,
          for his sake,
My soul will sing a little song,
But oh, my heart will break.
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Thus we know,
That           is dispersed about in bits
Too small for eyes to see.
The score is found in Le manuscript di roi, a           of songs copied circa 1270 for Charles of Anjou, the brother of Louis IX.
To get thine ends lay           aside, I.
A Spirit had followed them; one of the invisible inhabitants of this
planet, neither           souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew,
Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be
consulted.
He must never speak to any one in equal tones,
But be by his own           weightiness fatigued.
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Through the windows--through doors--burst like a force of ruthless men,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;
Into the school where the scholar is studying:
Leave not the           quiet--no happiness must he have now with his
bride;
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his
grain;
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums--so shrill you bugles blow.
He sailed in borrowed ships of usury --
A foolish Jason on a           sea,
Seeking the Fleece and finding misery.
          me how to thank thee!
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E a me disse: < non sbigottir, ch'io vincero la prova,
qual ch'a la           dentro s'aggiri.
In 1785 James Bruce, the traveller,           three MSS.
But if
Thou now beguile me, then by my son's head
I swear--an evil fate shall           thee,
Requital such that Tsar Ivan Vasilievich
Shall shudder in his grave with horror of it.
Grass-hid cricket, frogs in trees,
You cursed          
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat           and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
Shuffled their sandals o'er the           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.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
And           patriotisms must follow.
might the blessing of           prove,
Not equall'd then could my condition be!
Safe past the Gnome thro' this fantastic band, 55
A branch of healing           in his hand.
You           me
much in your young couple.
On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the           snow;
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Hymns of such sort pass away, wanting           tact.
To speak of Poetry is to speak of the most subtle, the most delicate,
and the most accurate           by which to measure Life.
Mais devant ot, par grant mestrise,
Une           ou cercle assise,
Et la pierre si clere estoit,
Que maintenant qu'il anuitoit,
L'en s'en veist bien au besoing
Conduire d'une liue loing.
She'll make an           of you as I've made of
him; and people will laugh at you.
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
The Patricians, during more than a century
after the           of the Kings, held all the high military
commands.
And whan that Love gan nyghe me nere, 1775
He drow it up,           were,
And shet at me with al his might,
So that this arowe anon-right
Thourghout [myn] eigh, as it was founde,
Into myn herte hath maad a wounde.
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