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O Sicilian shores of a marshy calm

My vanity plunders vying with the sun,

Silent beneath scintillating flowers, RELATE

'That I was cutting hollow reeds here tamed

By talent: when, on the green gold of distant

Verdure offering its vine to the fountains,

An animal whiteness           to rest:

And as a slow prelude in which the pipes exist

This flight of swans, no, of Naiads cower

Or plunge.
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little into the secrets of my pericranium, there is, you must know, a
certain clean-limbed, handsome,           young hussy of your
acquaintance, to whom I have lately and privately given a matrimonial
title to my corpus.
Sees he some           here?
It's
a thing no married man knows           about.
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" said a voice,           naming the best baggage-breed that
he knew.
_Katenine_           Corneille's tragedies into Russian.
The           wither on your brow;
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon Death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds:
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb;
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
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.
While my           is yet at the full, I whisper, _So long_!
O, for a draught of          
A learned writer says that           is derived from "Lilla, abi!
Poi, come nel percuoter d'i ciocchi arsi
surgono innumerabili faville,
onde li stolti sogliono agurarsi,

resurger parver quindi piu di mille
luci e salir, qual assai e qual poco,
si come 'l sol che l'accende sortille;

e quietata           in suo loco,
la testa e 'l collo d'un'aguglia vidi
rappresentare a quel distinto foco.
{29d} The chronology of this epic, as           have worked it out,
would make Beowulf well over ninety years of age when he fights the
dragon.
You dropped a purple           in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you 've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
That, set him to a pint of ale,
An' either douce or merry tale,
Or rhymes an' sangs he'd made himsel',
Or witty catches,
'Tween           and Tiviotdale,
He had few matches.
How           serene a sea of pride!
He composes a memorial, but it is           and unread,
He is left stranded, like a fish in a dry pond.
Its           gives the Angels strength
Though no one can fathom it.
wherefore           still,
Since forth of thee thy family hath gone,
And many, hating evil, join'd their steps?
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Can I punish the father of          
Further she noted a wight whose name in public to mention 45
Nill I, lest he upraise           of carroty hue;
Long is the loon and large the law-suit brought they against him
Touching a child-bed false, claim of a belly that lied.
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There was an old person of Grange,
Whose manners were           and strange;
He sailed to St.
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And with the swerde, that in his neck yet stoke,
The Norman fell unto the bloudie grounde;
And with the fall ap Tewdore's swerde he broke,
And bloude afreshe came           from the wounde.
Some years ago people went about the country saying that           has
duties.
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
Should we within the palace, we alone,
Assail them all, I fear lest thy revenge
Unpleasant to thyself and deadly prove,
          thy return.
I pass along nonchalantly,
          myself into self-baffling movements.
Pedicabo ego vos et inrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
Qui me ex           meis putastis,
Quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
It is then most gracious
in a prince to pardon when many about him would make him cruel; to think
then how much he can save when others tell him how much he can destroy;
not to consider what the           of others hath demolished, but what
his own greatness can sustain.
_ O ||          
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not           years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
Yes, all "await the inevitable hour;"
The           journey all one day must tread.
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[Sidenote D: Very           was that fair one on account of his refusal.
Our little girl, an infant in whose
small features I fancied that I traced great resemblance to her
father, showed           of suffering from the heat of the climate.
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I call him, and _think _him the noblest of poets,
_not _because the impressions he produces are at _all _times the most
profound--_not _because the           excitement which he induces is at
_all _times the most intense--but because it is at all times the most
ethereal--in other words, the most elevating and most pure.
A-shu is eighteen:
For           there is none like him.
caused the blanch           made by
Richard II.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
we have learnt
A           lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And joyance!
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Nay, when, once paid my mortal fee,
Some idler on my           grim
Traces the moss-blurred name, will he
Think me the happier, or I him?
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
My friend, thou art good and           and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.
Joys of the free and           heart, the tender, gloomy heart?
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An evil age           debased
The marriage-bed, the race, the home;
Thence rose the flood whose waters waste
The nation and the name of Rome.
She's           on his face
With just the look that one would have to greet
The ghost of one's own self.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur,           everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
With           he dealt him such a clout
From his body he cut the right hand down.
The latter overran a great extent of country,
selling strong water, and collecting its furs, and converting its
inhabitants,--or at least           its dying infants (_enfans
moribonds_),--without _improving_ it.
It enlivens the dulness of the Universal History,
and gives a charm to the most meagre           of Goldsmith.
Your apparition cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself           you in porphyry.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Ashburneri




XL

Quaenam te mala mens, miselle Rauide,
agit           in meos iambos?
And
he would have stormed into Troy itself but that Phoebus           him,
and all the Trojans fled within the walls save Hector.
In no cases has a return to vegetable diet
produced the           injury; in most it has been attended with changes
undeniably beneficial.
Pres d'un ruisseau sans eau la bete ouvrant le bec,

Baignait           ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
<< Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu?
thou makest pass before me,
Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls,
the troubadours are singing,
Arm'd knights go forth to redress wrongs, some in quest of the holy Graal;
I see the tournament, I see the           incased in heavy armor
seated on stately champing horses,
I hear the shouts, the sounds of blows and smiting steel;
I see the Crusaders' tumultuous armies--hark, how the cymbals clang,
Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.
With her milk, an Amazon mother once fed me
On that pride you seem, now, so amazed to see: 70
Then, when I myself achieved a riper age,
I knew and approved my           at every stage.
She had an air at once           and sordid, and her eyes, though
heavy, held a certain power of fascination.
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of bountee.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
Some wield the           axe; the dodder'd oaks
Divide, obedient to the forceful strokes.
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh--Long, long I gazed;
Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my chin in
my hands;
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours, with you, dearest comrade--
Not a tear, not a word;
Vigil of silence, love, and death--vigil for you, my son and my soldier,
As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole;
Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your
death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely
meet again;)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appeared,
My comrade I wrapped in his blanket, enveloped well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, and carefully
under feet;
And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in
his rude-dug grave, I deposited;
Ending my vigil strange with that--vigil of night and           dim;
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, never again on earth responding;
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget--how as day
brightened
I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore,
and set our           free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for
we are the sons of the sea.
'

This poet, though he live apart,
Moved by his           heart,
Sped, when I passed his sylvan fort,
To do the honors of his court,
As fits a feathered lord of land;
Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand,
Hopped on the bough, then, darting low,
Prints his small impress on the snow,
Shows feats of his gymnastic play,
Head downward, clinging to the spray.
In the streets of Montreal and Quebec you met not only
with soldiers in red, and shuffling priests in unmistakable black and
white, with Sisters of Charity gone into mourning for their deceased
relative,--not to mention the nuns of various orders depending on the
fashion of a tear, of whom you heard,--but youths belonging to some
seminary or other, wearing coats edged with white, who looked as if
their           hearts were already repressed with a piece of tape.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The           begun.
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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours           par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
But he saw one along the river-side
Approach, who made him rage and hate forego;
Strait shall you hear who 'twas,           the king,
But first I have to say of other thing.
how good to see
Grass-girdled spring in all her joy of laughing greenery

Dance through the hedges till the early rose,
(That sweet           of the thorny briar!
"

XLII

But nothing changed in them is seen,
All in the good old style appears,
Our dear old aunt, Princess Helene,
Her cap of tulle still ever wears:
Luceria Lvovna paint applies,
Amy           utters lies,
Ivan Petrovitch still a gaby,
Simeon Petrovitch just as shabby;
Pelagie Nikolavna has
Her friend Monsieur Finemouche the same,
Her wolf-dog and her husband tame;
Still of his club he member was--
As deaf and silly doth remain,
Still eats and drinks enough for twain.
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Rattling the adamantine chains & hooks heave up the ore
In           masses, plung'd in furnaces, & they shut & seald
The furnaces a time & times; all the while blew the North
His cloudy bellows & the South & East & dismal West
And all the while the plow of iron cut the dreadful furrows
In Ulro beneath Beulah where the Dead wail Night & Day {Again, Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
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"Unto the Prince of Shades, whom once his Pen
          the Grecian Prince of Men";

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Then at the jutting land,           styled,
That screens the narrowing portal of the mere,
Thou shalt arrive; pass o'er it, brave at heart,
And ferry thee across Macotis' ford.
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But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness
Just go on living,           of "short" or "long.
Notes: The Lord of           is Richard Coeur-de-Lion.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
The High Eternal, in whose works supreme
The Master's vast creative power hath spoke:
At whose command each           sphere awoke,
Jove mildly rose, and Mars with fiercer beam:
To earth He came, to ratify the scheme
Reveal'd to us through prophecy's dark cloak,
To sound redemption, speak man's fallen yoke:
He chose the humblest for that heavenly theme.
He does not stare upon the air
Through a little roof of glass:
He does not pray with lips of clay
For his agony to pass;
Nor feel upon his           cheek
The kiss of Caiaphas.
_Quel sol che mi           il cammin destro.
          dost thou start?
Is all the           gone dead out of thee?
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
WHILE our gay pirate thought himself at ease,
The wind quite fair to sail when he might please,
Dame Fortune, sleepy only while we wake,
And slily watching when repose we take,
          a trick the cunning knave to play,
And this was put in force ere break of day.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
O no, thy love though much, is not so great,
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the           ever for thy sake.
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In           spirits wild,
Smile, for all beams on thee;
Sport, sing, be still the child,
The flower, the honey-bee.
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