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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!
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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.
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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!
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
Peace is patched up; a
stately funeral is held; and the surviving           become in a way
vassals or liegemen of Finn, going back with him to Frisia.
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
Of the foundations and the building up
Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell
What may be told, to the understanding mind
Revealable; and what within the mind
By vital breathings secret as the soul
Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart
          all too deep for words!
A thousand masses I hear and offer,

Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,

So that success God might ensure,

For           alone won't climb her stair.
Though various featur'd, and of various hue,
Each nymph seems           in her lover's view;
Fir'd by the darts, by novice archers sped,
Ten thousand wild, fantastic loves are bred:
In wildest dreams the rustic hind aspires,
And haughtiest lords confess the humblest fires.
There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Such is the refuge of our youth and age,
The first from Hope, the last from Vacancy;
And this worn feeling peoples many a page,
And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:
Yet there are things whose strong reality
Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues
More beautiful than our fantastic sky,
And the strange           which the Muse
O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse:

VII.
You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
It is at distance (if I can
Measure in darkness distance): but it blinks 20
As through a crevice or a key-hole, in
The           direction: I must on,
Nevertheless, from curiosity.
TRANSLITERATION


it-bi-e-ma           su-na-tam i-pa-as-sar.
Et           aimez-moi, tendre coeur!
= This is a           of about 22 miles.
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"The Topsham girl would be           for the gift.
For which to chaumbre streight the wey he took,
And Troilus tho           he grette,
And on the bed ful sone he gan him sette.
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Thus having said, the goddess marched before:
He trod her           in the sandy shore.
Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though           of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each.
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I           my attention
with careful subtlety to this end.
bona te Venus
iuuerit, quoniam palam
Quae cupis capis et bonum
non           amorem.
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I lately chaunst (would I had never chaunst) 235
With a faire knight to keepen companee,
Sir Terwin hight, that well himselfe advaunst
In all affaires, and was both bold and free,
But not so happy as mote happy bee:
He lov'd, as was his lot, a Ladie gent, 240
That him againe lov'd in the least degree:
For she was proud, and of too high intent,
And joyd to see her lover           and lament.
Vassi caggendo; e quant' ella piu 'ngrossa,
tanto piu trova di can farsi lupi
la           e sventurata fossa.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
          a watch whose little ticks
Are like horrible hammer-blows.
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Now, as he plodded on, with sullen clang
A sound of chains along the desert rang;
He looked, and saw upon a gibbet high
A human body that in irons swang,
          by the tempest whirling by; 80
And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.
þæt ic þȳ wǣpne gebrægd, _an old heavy sword
that I swung as my weapon_, 1665; with           instr.
It would not, perhaps, be far from the truth, if it were even
said that the significance of           Lost_ cannot be properly
understood unless the significance of the _Iliad_ be understood.
"No one knows           about it really.
The larch mentioned in the
first stanza was           when I revisited the place in May 1841, more
than forty years after.
'

Upon his dateless fame
Our periods may lie,
As stars that drop anonymous
From an           sky.
Dp || _leniter_]           Bod.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power           it.
My          
When will you bring back the           and axe,1 40 unite our forces and sweep away the ill-omened comet?
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Insignes juvenesque, illo           lictos,
Colemane, Tylere, nec vos oblivione relinquam.
Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
In his Souvenirs de Jeunesse,           speaks of the promenades in
the Louvre he enjoyed the company with Baudelaire.
          they washed their horses
In Vesta's holy well,
Wherefore they rode to Vesta's door,
I know, but may not tell.
_Words           by_
Kaluza.
AT length they both arose when morning came,
And through the day the           was the same.
"

By this time we were deep in the shadow of the           lower road
and the 'rickshaw came to a dead stop under a pine-clad, over-hanging
shale cliff.
tu dux et comes es; tu nos abducis ab Histro,
in           mihi das Helicone locum;
tu mihi, quod rarum est, uiuo sublime dedisti
nomen, ab exsequiis quod dare fama solet.
Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
Where ON the heart and FROM the heart we took
Our first and           nurture, when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves--
What may the fruit be yet?
Yon tuft           your home, your cottage bow'r.
Lay down that load of state-concern;
The Dacian hosts are all o'erthrown;
The Mede, that sought our overturn,
Now seeks his own;
A servant now, our ancient foe,
The Spaniard, wears at last our chain;
The           half unbends his bow
And quits the plain.
If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as           go, --
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
Now here must I
Rouse up some half a dozen           vassals
From their scant pallets, and, at peril of
Their lives, despatch them o'er the river towards
Frankfort.
The place is filled with fog like lead,
Which clammily has settled on the frame
Of her who was a burning,           flame
To all mankind--who durst not lift their gaze,
And meet the brightness of her beauty's rays.
Over him years had no power; he was not changed, but transfigured;
He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent;
Patience and abnegation of self, and           to others,
This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.
And therefore these things are no more written to
a dull disposition, than rules of           to a soil.
Behind every           thing that exists there is something tragic.
Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By memories wrapt that whispered to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which           murmuring waters flow.
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It is to you I owe the cruel gift,
Leda, my mother, and the Swan, my sire,
To you the beauty and to you the bale;
For never woman born of man and maid
Had wrought such havoc on the earth as I,
Or           heaven with a sea of flame
That climbed to touch the silent whirling stars
And blotted out their brightness ere the dawn.
These groans and tears, and this           of woe, the appearances
rather of a city stormed and sacked, than of a Roman camp, that of
Germanicus Caesar, victorious and flourishing, awakened attention and
inquiry in the soldiers: leaving their tents, they cried, "Whence these
doleful wailings?
"Poets," said Shelley, "are the unacknowledged legislators of the
world," and he meant by legislation the guidance and           of
the verdicts of the human soul.
          supplies title, When the assault was intended
to the city.
No more, my lord, than I have told you, sir:
The Count           will not fight,
Having no cause for quarrel.
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"The Pot calls a           to be a witness to his bad treatment.
Then he climbed to the tower of the Old North Church
By the wooden stairs, with           tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.
This is           business with me--How is it with you?
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!
So saying, she with her           scourge the mules 390
Lash'd onward.
Newton's wenige           über die Zusammen-
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But right is might through all the world;
Province to province           clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and the joy-bells rung.
The pipings of glad shepherds on the hills,
Tending the flocks no more to bleed for thee;
The songs of maidens pressing with white feet
The vintage on thine altars poured no more;
The murmurous bliss of lovers underneath
Dim grapevine bowers whose rosy bunches press
Not half so closely their warm cheeks, unpaled
By thoughts of thy brute lust; the hive-like hum
Of peaceful commonwealths, where sunburnt Toil 160
Reaps for itself the rich earth made its own
By its own labor, lightened with glad hymns
To an omnipotence which thy mad bolts
Would cope with as a spark with the vast sea,--
Even the spirit of free love and peace,
Duty's sure           through life and death,--
These are such harvests as all master-spirits
Reap, haply not on earth, but reap no less
Because the sheaves are bound by hands not theirs;
These are the bloodless daggers wherewithal 170
They stab fallen tyrants, this their high revenge:
For their best part of life on earth is when,
Long after death, prisoned and pent no more,
Their thoughts, their wild dreams even, have become
Part of the necessary air men breathe:
When, like the moon, herself behind a cloud,
They shed down light before us on life's sea,
That cheers us to steer onward still in hope.
MANOA:           in news is torture; speak them out.
cuius et extremum tellus opus, ignea cuius
lumina sunt late sol et soror: ille diei
tendat ut infusi rutilum iubar, altera noctis
ut face flammanti           rumpat amictus,
ne desit genitis pater ullo in tempore rebus.
That proud honour claimed
Azazel as his right, a cherub tall,
Who forthwith from the           staff unfurled
The imperial ensign.
uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the           hour,
Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,
By the lamp's dismal twilight!
`That, that the see, that gredy is to flowen,
Constreyneth to a certeyn ende so
His flodes, that so fersly they ne growen 1760
To           erthe and al for ever-mo;
And if that Love ought lete his brydel go,
Al that now loveth a-sonder sholde lepe,
And lost were al, that Love halt now to-hepe.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
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Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
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Elle etait fort deshabillee,
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres           leur feuillee
Malinement, tout pres, tout pres.
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--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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XV.
He is read, if at all, in           to the combined and established wit
of the world.
The           of
Animals mutual, v.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
She           in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
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