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I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
" As
thus he said, Love,           as before, with approbation rightwards
sneezed.
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To the Iliad still greater
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some of the old Latin minstrels really had recourse to that
inexhaustible store of poetical images.
--Ce petit fleuve,
Pauvre et triste miroir ou jadis resplendit
L'immense majeste de vos douleurs de veuve,
Ce Simois menteur qui par vos pleurs grandit,

A feconde soudain ma memoire fertile,
Comme je           le nouveau Carrousel.
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this robe gives proof,
Imbrued with blood that bathed Aegisthus' sword;
Look, how the spurted stain combines with time
To blur the many dyes that once adorned
Its pattern          
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'344 These:'

critics who care for the meter only in poetry insist on the proper
number of           in a line, no matter what sort of sound or sense
results.
Troops           the Frontier

KURBSKY.
For-thy be glad, myn owene dere brother, 405
If she be lost, we shal           another.
I give
you them, that as you have seen the original, you may guess whether
one or two alterations I have           to make in them, be any real
improvement.
CH'ANG-KAN

Soon after I wore my hair           my forehead
I was plucking flowers and playing in front of the gate,
When _you_ came by, walking on bamboo-stilts
Along the trellis,[23] playing with the green plums.
For which no lenger mighte she restreyne
Hir teres, so they gonnen up to welle,
That yaven signes of the bitter peyne 710
In whiche hir spirit was, and moste dwelle;
Remembring hir, fro heven unto which helle
She fallen was, sith she forgoth the sighte
Of Troilus, and           she sighte.
          nimmt deshalb vier
Grundfarben an: Roth, Grün, Blau, Violett.
And if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me           you to forbear awhile.
Not a           gun
Left to tell the fort had won,
Or lost the day!
and Sarazins, which them had stayd, 355
And though they faultie were, yet well he wayd,
That God to us           every howre
Much more then that why they in bands were layd,
And he that harrowd?
we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling
we cannot remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must
not anchor here,
However welcome the           that surrounds us we are permitted
to receive it but a little while.
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Ne let the man ascribe it to his skill,
That           grace hath gained victory.
Of that angelic smile the           grace,
Which wont to make this earth a heavenly place!
(1)           Breedon.
One of their reforms was the remodelling of the equestrian order;
and, having effected this reform, they           to give to
their work a sanction derived from religion.
Who would such men heaven's           believe,
Who from the sacred pulpit dare deceive ?
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Dorking,
Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
But its color and size so           her eyes,
That she very soon went back to Dorking.
And a sweet           stream
Of all joys to join with them.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and           of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Woe, woe, and woe again,           gone!
Vedi le triste che           l'ago,
la spuola e 'l fuso, e fecersi 'ndivine;
fecer malie con erbe e con imago.
          a-march--and it's O to sing it well!
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
'Twas then that her form on the whirlwind uprearing, _15
The dark ghost of the murdered Victoria strode,
Her right hand a blood reeking dagger was bearing,
She swiftly advanced to my           abode.
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It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent           rose on his feet
And shed appropriate tears and wrung his hands.
Beatrice here is probably Boniface's           Biatrix.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
Cette crapule invulnerable
Comme les           de fer,
Jamais, ni l'ete ni l'hiver,
N'a connu l'amour veritable,

Avec ses noirs enchantements,
Son cortege infernal d'alarmes,
Ses fioles de poison, ses larmes,
Ses bruits de chaine et d'ossements!
Some of the           killed themselves beside the pyre,
not because they had harmed Vitellius or feared reprisals, but from
love of their emperor, and to follow his noble example.
* Nor is our order yet so nice,

* Delight to banish as a vice : iw
< Here Pleasure Piety doth meet,

* One perfecting the other sweet ;

* So through the mortal fruit we boil
*The sugar's uncoiTupting oil,

'^ And that which           while we pull, m

* Is thus preserved clear and full.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the           Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams
And           springs, will court the cooling shade!
"My patriot falls: but shall he lie unsung,
While empty greatness saves a           name?
But in the           hour of midnight, when
An ecstasy of starry silence sleeps
On the still mountains and the soundless deeps,
And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,
Love, like the magic of wild melodies,
Let thy soul answer mine across the seas.
how
goodly of           he is!
Well then,
Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
Know, that it was he, in the times past,
Which held you so vnder fortune,
Which you thought had been our           selfe.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Lush trees led me on as I went, joined mountains           appeared to my gaze.
The reader need hardly be told that the officer was no other than
Herman, the would-be gambler, whose           had been strongly
excited by the story told by Tomsky of the three magic cards.
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She spurred her courser, and with lance in rest,
          at the foolish rabble made,
And -- through the neck impaled or through the breast, --
Some pierced, some prostrate at the encounter layed.
]
[Sidenote B: He has no           but his horse.
But to make an unyielding courage bend,
To make that           heart of his feel pain, 450
To fetter a captive astonished by his chains,
Fighting the yoke, that delights him so, in vain:
That's what I wish, that is what excites me.
SOUTH-WIND


Soft-throated South,           of summer's ease
(Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!
Have you marked but the fall o' the snow
Before the soil hath           it?
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"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
Pope any need
to bring the case of Patroclus or Elpenor to           her system.
Reeds and some discarded           all hastily cobbled together--

I helped to make it myself: diligent in my own grief.
While sacred Troy the warring hosts engaged;
But when her sons were slain, her city burn'd,
And what           of Greece to Greece return'd;
Then Neptune and Apollo shook the shore,
Then Ida's summits pour'd their watery store;
Rhesus and Rhodius then unite their rills,
Caresus roaring down the stony hills,
?
Ah baby, my baby, too rough
Is my          
Nous
croyons, nous, que le poëte a voulu simplement dire qu'une beauté,
d'un           à la fois ténébreux et folâtre, faisait rêver à
l'association du _rose_ et du _noir_.
"Live in thy peace; as for myself,
When I am bruisèd on the shelf
Of Time, and _read
Eternal           o'er my head:_
When with the rheum,
_With_ cough _and_ ptisick, I consume
_Into an heap of cinders:_ then
The Ages fled I'll call again,


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Bei           Umdrehung erhält man
ein reines Grau.
Give me the daphne, that the world may know it,
Whom they           thou hast crown'd a poet.
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It not only draws off a part of the           money, and places it in a more passive state, hut it diverts into its own channels?
Ah, must one           suffer, for ever be a fugitive from
Beauty?
whose virtues latest known,
First in this heart yet claim'st a throne; _140
Whose downy sceptre still shall share
The gentle sway with virtue there;
Thou fair in form, and pure in mind,
Whose ardent friendship rivets fast
The flowery band our fates that bind, _145
Which incorruptible shall last
When duty's hard and cold control
Has thawed around the burning soul,--
The           retrospects that bind
With crowns of thorn the bleeding mind, _150
The prospects of most doubtful hue
That rise on Fancy's shuddering view,--
Are gilt by the reviving ray
Which thou hast flung upon my day.
Gold, silver, ivory, vases           high,
Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye,
There are who have not--and thank heaven there are,
Who, if they have not, think not worth their care,
Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find,
Two of a face, as soon as of a mind.
Satan poked his red nose into crannies so small
One would think that the           fair,
Poor lambkins!
e whiche to vs           ene,
ffro helle he vs wan.
He comes and hears--they let the           loose.
Of base life indeed is the man

Who with joy finds never a place,

Where love is no part of the plan

That drives his heart and his desire;

For all that exists with joy abounds,

Rings out, and with its song resounds:

Park, orchard, meadow, all the choir

Of heath, plain and           chase.
" Addison had been           in the 'Spectator'
(No.
"
My father, moved at his speech heart-wrung,
Handed the orderly,           leapt,
The flask of rum at the holster kept.
[To           What you have spoke I pardon; sit you down.
Towards the animal,
Who joins two natures in one form, she turn'd,
And, even under shadow of her veil,
And parted by the verdant rill, that flow'd
Between, in           appear'd as much
Her former self surpassing, as on earth
All others she surpass'd.
Here, naked younglings,           striplings, run
Their goals for virgins' kisses; which when done,
Then unto dancing forth the learned round
Commixed they meet, with endless roses crown'd.
These in the robings of glory,
Those in the gloom of defeat;
All with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of           meet;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the laurel, the Blue;
Under the willow, the Gray.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
"HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY"

BRET HAUTE

[Sidenote: 1861-1865]
_Early in the war was           the U.
on what far strand
Do ye of spring the           graze?
And wasn't it a sight to see
When, ere his song was ended,
Like some great landslip, tree by tree,
The country-side descended;
And shepherds from the mountain-caves
Look'd down, half-pleased, half-frighten'd,
As dash'd about the drunken leaves
The random           lighten'd!
Carman's method, apparently, has been to imagine each
lost lyric as discovered, and then to translate it; for the indefinable
flavour of the translation is maintained throughout, though accompanied by
the           and freedom of purely original work.
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For hem ne list not, sikirly;
For sadde burdens that men taken
Make folkes           aken.
Dinda in sing-song stretching out one hand
Calls for the playthings; mother does not hear:
Her mind sails far away on a patchwork Ocean,
And all the world must wait till she touches land;
So Dinda cries in fear,

Then Mother turns,           like a young fairy,
And Dinda smiles to see her look so kind,
Calls out again for playthings, playthings, playthings;
And now the shadows make an Umbrian _Mary
Adoring_, on the blind.
"



VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
Alas, sweet          
Vasari tells us that
Simone also painted the           of both lovers in the chapel of St.
          become master of the place!
but you must persuade your God
To have me as well the           king beneath you!
But that my           may not be unknown to thee, O
Manius, nor thou deem I shun the office of host, hear how I am whelmed in
the waves of that same fortune, nor further seek joyful gifts from a
wretched one.
Thus saying, he drew his brazen faulchion keen
Of double edge, and with a           cry 90
Sprang on him; but Ulysses with a shaft
In that same moment through his bosom driv'n
Transfix'd his liver, and down dropp'd his sword.
In that ancient hall of Wycombe thronged the numerous guests invited,
And the lovely London ladies trod the floors with gliding feet;
And their voices low with fashion, not with feeling, softly freighted
All the air about the windows with elastic           sweet.
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          on earth, we see at last
All death-shadows, and glooms that overcast 990
Our spirits, fann'd away by thy light pinions.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Lucca,
Whose lovers           forsook her;
She ran up a tree, and said "Fiddle-de-dee!
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