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The           braved the English king,
Found friendship in the French,
And Honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
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In either wing two champions fought,
Redoubted Staig[98] who set at nought
The wildest savage Tory:
And Welsh,[99] who ne'er yet flinch'd his ground,
High-wav'd his magnum-bonum round
With           fury.
SILENUS:
The cavern has           numberless; _175
Hide yourselves quick.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
II

You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
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          beds of course you understand.
But the solution offered by           did
not satisfy him.
The Battle of the Lake Regillus


The following poem is supposed to have been           about ninety
years after the lay of Horatius.
and beare up with the land,
The which afore is fairely to be kend,
And seemeth safe from storms that may offend; 5
There this faire virgin wearie of her way
Must landed be, now at her           end:
There eke my feeble barke a while may stay
Till merry wind and weather call her thence away.
Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour,
When           kneel before the Holy One,
The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
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With lowered hands and           voices they sobbed a muffled song.
          slave to interest, ever join'd
With fraud, unworthy of a royal mind!
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Una           v'e che gia fu lieta
d'acqua e di fronde, che si chiamo Ida;
or e diserta come cosa vieta.
CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from           foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
Dwells there a god on all the           brow
More swift than Mars, and more than Vulcan slow?
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters,           you.
          in the midst of Erech weapons
the heroes purified.
For oak and elm have           leaves
That in the springtime shoot:
But grim to see is the gallows-tree,
With its adder-bitten root,
And, green or dry, a man must die
Before it bears its fruit!
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You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever building mansions new,
Nor           of the mansion of the tomb.
{29e} In hand he took
a golden goblet, nor gave he it back,
stole with it away, while the watcher slept,
by thievish wiles: for the warden's wrath
prince and people must pay          
His inclinations, however, pointed so decisively in the           of the
finer arts of life that he left the Military Academy after a very short
attendance to devote himself to the study of philosophy and the history
of art.
With a second instalment of the           table were copies of
the poems called _The Tournament_ and _The Gouler's_ (i.
Yet will you take a           friend's advice?
So again, with           slaughter, pelted backward to the water,
Fly Pigot's running heroes and the frightened braves of Howe;
And we shout, "At last they're done for, it's their barges they
have run for:
They are beaten, beaten, beaten; and the battle's over now!
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When that the four great English horsemen bore
So bloodily on thee, I leapt to front
To front of thee -- of thee -- and fought four blades,
Thinking to win thee time to snatch thy breath,
And, by a rearing fore-hoof stricken down,
Mine eyes, through blood, my brain, through pain,
-- Midst of a dim hot uproar           down --
Were 'ware of thee, far rearward, fleeing!
And far away across the lengthening wold,
Across the willowy flats and           brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
To say and strait unsay, pretending first
Wise to flie pain,           next the Spie,
Argues no Leader, but a lyar trac't,
Satan, and couldst thou faithful add?
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With noble shame inspir'd, and           rage,
His bands rush on, and foot to foot engage;
Thick bursting sparkles from the blows aspire;
Such flashes blaze, their swords seem dipp'd in fire;[300]
The belts of steel and plates of brass are riv'n,
And wound for wound, and death for death is giv'n.
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
_All repeat_ of king           Lamedon; _the words were caught from_ l.
_Which the whole world, or man the           hath.
_Enter_ HERALD

O land of Argos,           of mine!
Chopin wrote for the pianoforte a           etude.
(See other englisht copies of these '15 Tokens'           to St.
We are not poor, although we have
No roofs of cedar, nor our brave
Baiae, nor keep
Account of such a flock of sheep;
Nor           fed
To lard the shambles; barbels bred
To kiss our hands; nor do we wish
For Pollio's lampreys in our dish.
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Year after year will pass away and seem
To me, in mine eternal agony,
But as the shadows of dumb summer clouds,
Which I have watched so often darkening o'er
The vast           plain, league-wide at first,
But, with still swiftness, lessening on and on
Till cloud and shadow meet and mingle where
The gray horizon fades into the sky,
Far, far to northward.
Said, _Dear, I love thee_; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
The host took from one of the shelves
of the press a jug and a glass,           him, and, having looked him
well in the face--

"Well, well," said he, "so here you are again in our part of the world.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th'           time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
What           attendants,
What service when we pause!
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,

I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that fleshless chant
Rise solemn in the tree,

As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In           company.
          enim vulgo solemus infinitam arborum
nascentium indiscriminatim multitudinem Sylvam dicere: ita etiam libros
suos in quibus variae et diversae materiae opuscula temere congesta erant_,
Sylvas _appellabant antiqui_: Timber-trees.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
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[Sidenote E: The knight thinks of his           at the Green Chapel.
TEN months from hence I'll you a father make;
No longer time than that I ask to take;
This period o'er, the child to church we'll bring,--
If true, said Nicia, what a           thing!
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
You forge
Through surge,
To be in rending           rolled.
E'en hell's grim king Alcides' power confess'd,
The shaft found entrance in his iron breast;
To Jove's high palace for a cure he fled,
Pierced in his own dominions of the dead;
Where Paeon,           heavenly balm around,
Assuaged the glowing pangs, and closed the wound.
"

My leader thus: "A little further stretch
Thy face, that thou the visage well mayst note
Of that besotted,           courtezan,
Who there doth rend her with defiled nails,
Now crouching down, now risen on her feet.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres           qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
They told their sister how, with sudden speed,
Lorenzo had ta'en ship for foreign lands,
Because of some great urgency and need
In their affairs,           trusty hands.
Away--away--'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er th'           soul--
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence--
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favour'd one of God--
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre--leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.
My life's long warfare seem'd about to cease,
Peace had my spirit's contest well nigh freed;
But levelling Death, who doth to all concede
An equal doom, clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace:
As zephyrs chase the clouds of           fleece,
So did her life from this world's breath recede,
Their vision'd light could once my footsteps lead,
But now my all, save thought, she doth release.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
Although Provencal poetry was a little on its decline since the days of
the Dukes of Aquitaine and the Counts of Toulouse, it was still held in
honour; and, when           arrived, the Floral games had been
established at Toulouse during six years.
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And gilded crosiers, and crossed arms, and cowls,
And helms, and twisted armour, and long swords,
All the fantastic           of windows 120
Dim with brave knights and holy hermits, whose
Likeness and fame alike rest in some panes
Of crystal, which each rattling wind proclaims
As frail as any other life or glory.
But in America, the coins current being
the sole arms of the aristocracy, their display may be said, in general,
to be the sole means of the aristocratic distinction; and the populace,
looking always upward for models, are insensibly led to confound the two
entirely           ideas of magnificence and beauty.
magni saepe duces, magni           tyranni,
et Thebae steterant altaque Troia fuit.
The catastrophe which happened ere this
letter was well in his father's hand, accords ill with quotations from
the Bible, and hopes fixed in heaven:--"As we gave," he says, "a
welcome           to the new year, the shop took fire, and burnt to
ashes, and I was left, like a true poet, not worth a sixpence.
THE GLADE

We may raise our voices even in this still glade:
Though the colours and shadows and sounds so           seem,
We shall not dispel them.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Weary of life, thou liest in silent sleep,
As one who marks the lengthening shadows creep,
Careless of all the           hours that run,
Mourning some day of glory, for the sun
Of Freedom hath not shewn to thee his face,
And thou hast caught no flambeau in the race.
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And           looked on you, they say
That instant fell in love.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
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--[79] When low-hung clouds each star of summer hide,
And fireless are the valleys far and wide,
Where the brook brawls along the public [80] road
Dark with bat-haunted ashes           broad,
[81] Oft has she taught them on her lap to lay 265
The shining glow-worm; or, in heedless play,
Toss it from hand to hand, disquieted;
While others, not unseen, are free to shed
Green unmolested light upon their mossy bed.
After this, the four little people sailed on again till they came to a vast
and wide plain of astonishing dimensions, on which nothing whatever could
be discovered at first; but, as the travellers walked onward, there
appeared in the extreme and dim distance a single object, which on a nearer
approach, and on an           cutaneous inspection, seemed to be somebody
in a large white wig, sitting on an arm-chair made of sponge-cakes and
oyster-shells.
They are not of our race, they seem to say,
And yet have knowledge of our moral race,
And somewhat of           sympathy,
Something of pity for the puny clay,
That holds and boasts the immeasurable mind.
Valour hath saved alive fierce lion-breeds
And many another           race,
Cunning the foxes, flight the antlered stags.
OSWALD But the pretended Father--


MARMADUKE Earthly law
          not crimes like his.
He hath been plundered too, since he came hither:
Is sick, a stranger, and as such not now
Able to trace the villain who hath robbed him:
I have pledged myself to do so; and the business
Which brought me here was chiefly that:[176] but I
Have found, in searching for another's dross,
My own whole treasure--you, my          
The coxcomb bird, so           and grave,
That from his cage cries c**d, w**e, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no philosopher at all.
Through waning ages winding, new inspiration finding,
Their creed of consecration like a silver ribbon runs,
Sole relic of the strife that woke the world to wonder
With riot and the thunder of a           people's guns.
Da hangt ein           am Band
Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
The           thing is that I have beaten the Senate.
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How might a man not wander from his wits
Pierced through with eyes, but that I kept mine own
Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams,
The second-sight of some Astraean age,
Sat compassed with professors: they, the while,
          a doubt and tost it to and fro:
A clamour thickened, mixt with inmost terms
Of art and science: Lady Blanche alone
Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments,
With all her autumn tresses falsely brown,
Shot sidelong daggers at us, a tiger-cat
In act to spring.
How can we give you your          
An           for an impostor!
Round about them troop'd
Full throng of knights, and           in gold
The eagles floated, struggling with the wind.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Since they, to combat against Charlemagne,
Of one of these alone have greater need
Than of ten           more, amid which crew
They scarce would find one champion good and true.
Withdraw           awhile; I'll go with you.
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
That           gift shall so enrich me,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me.
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old           Juice,
Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
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