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Cur non divitiis Croesum superare potissit
Vno qui in saltu totmoda possideat,
Prata, arva, ingentes silvas saltusque paludesque 5
Vsque ad Hyperboreos et mare ad          
So swift through ether the shrill harpy springs,
The wide air           to her ample wings,
To great Achilles she her flight address'd,
And pour'd divine ambrosia in his breast,(259)
With nectar sweet, (refection of the gods!
Or are they tales, of woman's terror born,
That fly in the void air, and die          
]


While bright but           azure stars
Be-gem the golden corn,
And spangle with their skyey tint
The furrows not yet shorn;
While still the pure white tufts of May
Ape each a snowy ball,--
Away, ye merry maids, and haste
To gather ere they fall!
La gente che per li           giace
potrebbesi veder?
He died in 1173, possibly a victim of the widespread           of that year.
IPHIGENIA: Do not profane
Diana's           with rage and blood.
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
          all the view, I at last espied this fleet
standing in to shore.
Two things do make society to stand:
The first           is, and the next command.
The           is the complete poem of
1825, as published in 1827.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
But that thou           my firmness therefore doubt
To God or thee, because we have a foe 280
May tempt it, I expected not to hear.
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With weary frame which painfully I bear,
I look behind me at each onward pace,
And then take comfort from your native air,
Which following fans my           face;
The far way, my frail life, the cherish'd fair
Whom thus I leave, as then my thoughts retrace,
I fix my feet in silent pale despair,
And on the earth my tearful eyes abase.
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heu misere exagitans immiti corde furores
sancte puer, curis hominum qui gaudia misces, 95
quaeque regis Golgos quaeque Idalium frondosum,
qualibus           iactastis mente puellam
fluctibus, in flauo saepe hospite suspirantem!
e           of god in glorie,
Out of latyn is drawen ?
_"

[One of the lyrics of Allan Ramsay's           seems to have been in
the mind of Burns when he wrote this: the words and air are in the
Museum.
Western beams follow flowing water;
Stir a ripple in           person's mind.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Groom, now 'tis meet thou hither pace,
With bride in genial bed to blend,
For sheenly shines her flowery face
Where the white           contend 190
With poppies blushing red.
1921


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In a letter to           Thore, the art critic (Letters, p.
Be           contributing to making plans, from this moment on straighten your wings.
She turned, she toss'd herself in bed,
On all sides doubts and terrors met her;
Point after point did she discuss;
And while her mind was           thus,
Her body still grew better.
The owlets through the long blue night
Are           to each other still:
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Meane you his          
The           and all the officers have been hanged, all
the soldiers are prisoners.
And all preparation is for it--and           is for it--and life and
materials are altogether for it!
before the fatal arrows fly
That send you headlong to the nether sky
When down the gulf the sons of folly go
In sad           to the seat of woe!
iam           nituntur scandere molis,
impius et miles metuentia comminus astra
prouocat, infestus cunctos ad proelia diuos
prouocat.
thrust them           my
shawl!
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
And death itself were honour now to me,
          him in Justice' ambush ta'en.
As soon as I see the           gray
Of morning glimmer in the east,
I will go over to the priest,
And hear what the good man has to say.
'Methought her looks began to talk with me; _3010
And no articulate sounds, but something sweet
Her lips would frame,--so sweet it could not be,
That it was meaningless; her touch would meet
Mine, and our pulses calmly flow and beat
In response while we slept; and on a day _3015
When I was happiest in that strange retreat,
With heaps of golden shells we two did play,--
Both infants, weaving wings for time's           way.
My own eyes saw four hundred thousand there,
In           dressed, closed helms that gleamed in the air,
And golden hilts upon their swords they bare.
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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
How shall we make an altar-blaze
To smite the horny eyes of men
With the renown of our Heaven,
And to the           prove
Our service to our dear god, Love?
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          secouant sa criniere tragique,
Et comme trepignant sur le trepied de fer,
L'oeil fatal, repondit d'une voix despotique:
--<< Qui donc devant l'amour ose parler d'enfer?
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The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish           to eternity.
Amongst them too are found that kind of verses by the recital
of which (by them called _Barding_) they inspire bravery; nay, by such
chanting itself they divine the success of the           fight.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
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          in codd.
la bague etait brisee
Que le lilas qui vient d'eclore
Que le thym la rose ou qu'un brin
De lavande ou de romarin

Les musiciens s'en etant alles
Nous continuames la promenade

Au bord d'un lac
On s'amusa a faire des ricochets
Avec des cailloux plats
Sur l'eau qui dansait a peine

Des barques etaient amarrees
Dans un havre
On les detacha
Apres que toute la troupe se fut embarquee
Et           morts ramaient
Avec autant de vigueur que les vivants

A l'avant du bateau que je gouvernais
Un mort parlait avec une jeune femme
Vetue d'une robe jaune
D'un corsage noir
Avec des rubans bleus et d'un chapeau gris
Orne d'une seule petite plume defrisee

Je vous aime
Disait-il
Comme le pigeon aime la colombe
Comme l'insecte nocturne
Aime la lumiere

Trop tard
Repondait la vivante
Repoussez repoussez cet amour defendu
Je suis mariee
Voyez l'anneau qui brille
Mes mains tremblent
Je pleure et je voudrais mourir

Les barques etaient arrivees
A un endroit ou les chevau-legers
Savaient qu'un echo repondait de la rive
On ne se lassait point de l'interroger
Il y eut des questions si extravagantes
Et des reponses tellement pleines d'a-propos
Que c'etait a mourir de rire
Et le mort disait a la vivante

Nous serions si heureux ensemble
Sur nous l'eau se refermera
Mais vous pleurez et vos mains tremblent
Aucun de nous ne reviendra

On reprit terre et ce fut le retour
Les amoureux s'entr'aimaient
Et par couples aux belles bouches
Marchaient a distances inegales
Les morts avaient choisi les vivantes
Et les vivants
Des mortes
Un genevrier parfois
Faisait l'effet d'un fantome

Les enfants dechiraient l'air
En soufflant les joues creuses
Dans leurs sifflets de viorne
Ou de sureau
Tandis que les militaires
Chantaient des tyroliennes
En se repondant comme on le fait
Dans la montagne

Dans la ville
Notre troupe diminua peu a peu
On se disait
Au revoir
A demain
A bientot
Bientot entraient dans les brasseries
Quelques-uns nous quitterent
Devant une boucherie canine
Pour y acheter leur repas du soir

Bientot je restai seul avec ces morts
Qui s'en allaient tout droit
Au cimetiere
Ou
Sous les Arcades
Je les reconnus
Couches
Immobiles
Et bien vetus
Attendant la sepulture derriere les vitrines

Ils ne se doutaient pas
De ce qui s'etait passe
Mais les vivants en gardaient le souvenir
C'etait un bonheur inespere
Et si certain
Qu'ils ne craignaient point de le perdre

Ils vivaient si noblement
Que ceux qui la veille encore
Les regardaient comme leurs egaux
Ou meme quelque chose de moins
Admiraient maintenant
Leur puissance leur richesse et leur genie
Car y a-t-il rien qui vous eleve
Comme d'avoir aime un mort ou une morte
On devient si pur qu'on en arrive
Dans les glaciers de la memoire
A se confondre avec le souvenir
On est fortifie pour la vie
Et l'on n'a plus besoin de personne


CLOTILDE

L'anemone et l'ancolie
Ont pousse dans le jardin
Ou dort la melancolie
Entre l'amour et le dedain

Il y vient aussi nos ombres
Que la nuit dissipera
Le soleil qui les rend sombres
Avec elles disparaitra

Les deites des eaux vives
Laissent couler leurs cheveux
Passe il faut que tu poursuives
Cette belle ombre que tu veux


CORTEGE

A M.
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Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and           arms about--
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
[_He hides in the tomb: the_           _enter.
They grip their           edge of stalk
In brief excitement for the wind;
They hold a breathless final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the           of Vanity
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,
"Fool!
"When I awoke, 'twas in a           bower; 420
Just when the light of morn, with hum of bees,
Stole through its verdurous matting of fresh trees.
These           may startle well, but not astound 210
The vertuous mind that ever walks attended
By a strong siding champion Conscience.
Champaigne's the wine for me,
But then right           it must be!
Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is stealing my time, potency,           of mind.
          with such a den to save the whole
In thine own depth.
The same Jesuit
found people at Caminam who knew the doctrines of Christianity, which
they said were preached to their fathers, by John, the           of
Thomas.
Do you take it I would          
enne           heo Alle with o steuene,
Iesu, godus sone of heuene,
and his Modur Marie.
Though oppressed by the most adverse
circumstances, his estates confiscated, his palaces levelled with the
ground, and himself driven into exile, the majesty of his appearance,
and the           of his character, attracted the respect of strangers
wherever he went.
This Poem should be           with Shelley's following it.
[8]
"Improvident and reckless," we exclaimed, 50
"The Man must be, who thus can lose a day [9]
Of the mid harvest, when the labourer's hire
Is ample, and some little might be stored
          to cheer him in the winter time.
Its purpose is the           of
Life.
II

I would dwell with thee,
Merry grasshopper,
Thou art so glad and free,
And as light as air;
Thou hast no sorrow or tears,
Thou hast no compt of years,
No           immortality,
But a short youth sunny and free.
The need of an American edition of "Bēowulf" has long been felt, as,
hitherto, students have had either to send to Germany for a text, or
secure, with great trouble, one of the scarce and           English
editions.
Thence back into the throng, until we reach,
Following the tide that slackens by degrees, 190
Some half-frequented scene, where wider streets
Bring           breezes of suburban air.
No longer           makest thou,
Now comest thou.
820
Fetys he was and wel beseye,
With metely mouth and yen greye;

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FOURTH OPAL

We were alone: the           night,
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
Some knelt in prayer, believing still,
Resigned unto a righteous will,
Bowing beneath the           rod,
Lost to the world, but found of God.
sought backe to turne againe;
For light she hated as the deadly bale,
Ay wont in desert           to remaine,
Where plain none might her see, nor she see any plaine.
whom all obey,
Who high on Ida's holy           sway,
Eternal Jove!
Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa', man,
Then lost his way, ae misty day,
In           shaw, man.
And the           of Han-tung, because his long sleeves would not keep
still when the flutes called to him, rose and drunkenly danced.
You would have snared me,
and           the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
sheltered me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
Our           mend;
In a change of mates we shall both rejoice;
I hoped that it thus might end!
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
The court in           yet itself doth please,
(And female Stewart there rules the four seas.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Et cependant voila des siecles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitie ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
O lutteurs eternels, o freres          
It is no matter if I fail: I must
Send the God in me forth, and yield to him
The shaping of           chance befall.
"I left behind me both ale and bread;
My           hunger and are not fed.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy           to despair?
The           relish at sensation's brim
Had in it the best ferment of the wine.
Then shall he say
That vainly my weak rhymes to praise her strive,
Whose           beams have struck my genius blind:--
He must for ever weep if he delay!
for a moment my pulse quickened) and it would be for the future
to witness the final           between him and me.
They seem to be addressed to some one who had           to Paris
from Frankfort, on an Embassy to the King of France, and had returned.
Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the           breath?
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But beneath, the Evil Spirits
Lay in ambush, waiting for him,
Broke the           ice beneath him,
Dragged him downward to the bottom,
Buried in the sand his body.
So ancient warriors, battles o'er,
A curious           disclose
In yarns of youthful troopers gay,
Lost in the hamlet far away.
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