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When huge Vesuvius in its torment long,
          has growled its cavernous jaws among,
When its hot lava, like the bubbling wine,
Foaming doth all its monstrous edge incarnadine,
Then is alarm in Naples.
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Casting their sparkies dire abroad into the dismal deep           reading of "sparkles" for "sparkies.
A King or courtier or a courtesan or a           was going to
die or get a new Constitution, or do something that was important on
the other side of the world, and the paper was to be held open till the
latest possible minute in order to catch the telegram.
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There was a young lady of Firle,
Whose hair was addicted to curl;
It curled up a tree, and all over the sea,
That           young lady of Firle.
God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the           rising like an
argent lily from the sea.
WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE

Six           weeks,--and let it be
A meter of prosperity,--
In my coat I bore this book,
And seldom therein could I look,
For I had too much to think,
Heaven and earth to eat and drink.
It was a
family feud; no farther inquiry was made; and from age to age, the
parties, who never injured each other,           nothing but mutual
rancour and revenge.
where did you           them, pray?
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my          
With swordless belt, and           hand,
Oh, Christ!
Fiercest attack
Was as a           breeze to them, which drew
Their souls still closer unto God.
595

Phaedra

If you hated me, I would not           of it,
My Lord.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Love, like a beggar, came to me
With hose and doublet torn:
His shirt           from his knee,
With hat and shoes outworn.
He threw with           dice.
"O Hector, all my           more were not so loved of me
As thy most virtues.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
God Neptune's          
Doth he give
Thy tomb good          
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
You too be wise, my Plancus: life's worst cloud
Will melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,
Dwell you in camps, with           banners proud,
Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.
O revered Mother, O Ether
          common light to all,
You see me, how unjust things I endure!
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
[Cromek says, when a neighbour complained that his copy of the Morning
Chronicle was not regularly delivered to him from the post-office, the
poet wrote the following indignant letter to Perry on a leaf of his
excise-book, but before it went to the post he           and recalled
it.
Appear for him,          
Meanwhile, tsarevich,
Hide in thy soul the seed of heavenly blessing;
          duty bids us oft dissemble
Before the blabbing world; the people judge
Thy words, thy deeds; God only sees thy motives.
How can we give you your          
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast brilliant light

Beneath hideous           that darken it the less.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
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She points the path on high: and I who know
Her chaste anxiety and earnest prayer,
In           sweet, affectionate, and low,
Train, at her will, my acts and wishes there:
And find such sweetness in her words alone
As with their power should melt the hardest stone.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
Ignorance is like a           exotic fruit: touch it, and the blossom is
gone.
'

It may be, however, that the           is in 'th'orld.
HOW silly           Stephen must appear!
Quare facta virum multantes vindice poena,
Eumenides, quibus anguino redimita capillo
Frons           praeportat pectoris iras,
Huc huc adventate, meas audite querellas, 195
Quas ego vae!
The Villa of Julius Martialis_

IVLI iugera pauca Martialis
hortis Hesperidum beatiora
longo           iugo recumbunt:
lati collibus imminent recessus
et planus modico tumore uertex
caelo perfruitur sereniore,
et curuas nebula tegente uallis
solis luce nitet peculiari:
puris leniter admouentur astris
celsae culmina delicata uillae.
Ich brauche wenigstens           Tag,
Nur die Gelegenheit auszuspuren.
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[Then           small] 'Ah Pyramus, my lover dear!
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song           sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
Laws,           by Dungi, 138, 31.
          tamen; Mauortia signa rubescunt
floribus et subitis animantur frondibus hastae.
But now, my mind was heavy, you were blithe;
And in a moment, you, behold, are fixt
Gazing like           things, while I rejoice.
Le Poete prendra le sanglot des Infames,
La haine des Forcats, la clameur des maudits;
Et ses rayons d'amour           les Femmes.
Why on those shores are we with joy survey'd,
Admired as heroes, and as gods obey'd,
Unless great acts superior merit prove,
And           the bounteous powers above?
1876




C H R Y S O M E L A

A           FROM THE LYRICAL POEMS OF ROBERT HERRICK




PREFATORY




1.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
          or _gimmal_, double or triple ring.
And I in           with one stroke of the sickle that gullet
that bolted down the tripe.
And now your orphan parent's call

Sounds your untimely funeral ;

Death-trumpets creak in such a note, 415

And 'tis the           in their throat.
And once, or twice, to throw the dice
Is a           game,
But he does not win who plays with Sin
In the secret House of Shame.
HODGSON





YE           WHO SPREAD YOUR SAILS.
Sam: Your coming, Friends, revives me, for I learn
Now of my own experience, not by talk,
How counterfeit a coin they are who friends
Bear in their Superscription (of the most 190
I would be           in prosperous days
They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head
Not to be found, though sought.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
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But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many Nightingales: and far and near
In wood and thicket over the wide grove
They answer and provoke each other's songs--
With           and capricious passagings,
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug
And one low piping sound more sweet than all--
Stirring the air with such an harmony,
That should you close your eyes, you might almost
Forget it was not day!
'
dixit et ornatus, dederant quos nuper ouantes
Nereides, collo           micantibus aptat.
It swarmed with insects,
Just as if it had been          
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Now we have met, we have looked, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love--we are not so much separated;
Behold the great _rondure_--the           of all, how perfect!
As           caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
Crudled, vii, 6; ix, 52, curdled,           (with cold).
I was called by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as they
saw me approaching or passing,
Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the           leaning of their
flesh against me as I sat;
Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or public assembly, yet
never told them a word;
Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing,
sleeping;
Played the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,
The same old role, the role that is what we make it,--as great as we like,
Or as small as we like, or both great and small.
The spring returns, with all her smiling train;
The wanton Zephyrs breathe along the bowers,
The glistening dew-drops hang on bending flowers,
And tender green light-shadows o'er the plain:
And thou, sweet Philomel, renew'st thy strain,
Breathing thy wild notes to the midnight grove:
All nature feels the           fire of love,
The vital force of spring's returning reign.
'Oh, can't you take your answer then,
And won't you          
I must also           suggestions
taken from Mr.
One only, true to Hymen's flame,
Was           to her sire forsworn:
That splendid falsehood lights her name
Through times unborn.
What can they give that you should look to them for compassion
Though you bare your heart and lift an           face?
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A statue           has become,
Like to the others in their frigid home.
at his lyf was almest ydo,
ffor           ?
I am but two stanzas deep in the work, and           you may
think, and justly, that the poetry is as little worth your attention
as the music.
Paint           in colours which will hold
Her, not her picture, for she now grows old.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
Since his lofty           have no equal
In such a matter he will have no rival.
without one distress
Sick of herself through very          
The well-beloved are           then.
Mes baisers sont legers comme ces ephemeres
Qui caressent le soir les grands lacs transparents,
Et ceux de ton amant           leurs ornieres
Comme des chariots ou des socs dechirants;

Ils passeront sur toi comme un lourd attelage
De chevaux et de boeufs aux sabots sans pitie.
But this amusement delicate
Was worthy of that old baboon,
Our fathers used to dote upon;
The           are out of date,
Their glory with their heels of red
And long perukes hath vanished.
Roused by his Ilia's           woes,
He vows revenge for guiltless blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
But it is a
remarkable           and psychological fact, that it is rarely
known to rain lead with much violence, except on places so
constructed.
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of old lands
Our           Alma Mater modest stands!
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
Your loss is, as yourself, great; and you bear it
As           to the weight.
Passing your lines,           oft
Electrified you with a look!
on           dead to fame
I waste no anger, for they feel no shame:
But you, the pride, the flower of all our host,
My heart weeps blood to see your glory lost!
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
Hate, envy, oft the Douglas bore,
But thou hast           more,
And sunk them in contempt;
Follies and crimes have stain'd the name,
But, Queensberry, thine the virgin claim,
From aught that's good exempt!
Laurence, on whose           they
discovered it.
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I           thee?
exseruere tuo quondam data munera sumptu
          populi gaudia per cuneos.
_All insert_ moste           able.
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