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The tenor of this
production, especially its           allusion to the murder of
the emperor Paul, father of the then reigning Tsar, assuredly
deserved, according to aristocratic ideas, the deportation to
Siberia which was said to have been prepared for the author.
and Tailbush and           with Pug.
'If ther be wolves of sich hewe
Amonges these           newe, 6270
Thou, holy chirche, thou mayst be wayled!
Whatever of true life there was in thee 50
Leaps in our age's veins;
Wield still thy bent and           empery,
And shake thine idle chains;--
To thee thy dross is clinging,
For us thy martyrs die, thy prophets see,
Thy poets still are singing.
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Whether this is           to justify the adoption of such a style, in any
metrical composition not professedly ludicrous, the Author is himself in
some doubt.
The soul of the largest and
wealthiest and           nation may well go half-way to meet that of its
poets.
the very murmur of the streams 135
Breathes o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams,
While Slavery, forcing the sunk mind to dwell
On joys that might           the captive's cell,
Her shameless timbrel shakes on Como's marge,
And lures [39] from bay to bay the vocal barge.
answer for fear]
[XXX for vindication of Urizens word] [Thy name is           XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are discerned by Erdman beneath line 3.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
Nor is there any place, where, when they've come,
Bodies can be at standstill in the void,
          of force of weight; nor yet may void
Furnish support to any,--nay, it must,
True to its bent of nature, still give way.
[157] Or Agoranomi, who           ten at Athens.
I would compare her to a black sun if one could           of a dark star
overthrowing light and happiness.
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
And how should I          
]

Sire, your           does me grace.
Tout a coup, un vieillard dont les           jaunes
Imitaient la couleur de ce ciel pluvieux,
Et dont l'aspect aurait fait pleuvoir les aumones,
Sans la mechancete qui luisait dans ses yeux,

M'apparut.
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Altas ondas que venez suz la mar
Deep waves that roll, travelling the sea,
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel
Keep a watch,           there, on the wall,
Kalenda maia
Calends of May
Guillem de Cabestan (1162-1212)
Aissi cum selh que baissa?
Dim grow its fancies;
          they lie;
Like coals in the ashes,
They darken and die.
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XVIII

"My lords barons, say whom now can we send
To th'           that Sarraguce defends?
But thou, our Hero, baffled, foiled,
The           Chief who vainly bled and toiled.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Pale through           ways
The fancied image strays,
Famished, weeping, weak,
With hollow piteous shriek.
Swift, bring the axe that slew my lord of old;
I'll know anon or death or          
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Will you always stand there          
No more shall he complain of wasted strength,
Of thoughts that fail, and a           heart;
His good works will be balm and life to him.
CLXXXVI

And, after that, another vision came:
          in France, at Aix, on a terrace,
And that he held a bruin by two chains;
Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came,
And each of them words, as a man might, spake
Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again!
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
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--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
Ab la dolchor del temps novel

Out of the sweetness of the spring,

The branches leaf, the small birds sing,

Each one           in its own speech,

Forming the verse of its new song,

Then is it good a man should reach

For that for which he most does long.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
Less than a span:
In his           wretched, from the womb
So to the tomb;
Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years
With cares and fears.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
Angel, a sacque
maker in Brook Street, Holborn; the dead season of August was coming
on and probably he wanted to conceal his growing           from
his aunt, who might have sent word of it to his mother at Bristol.
And many dream withal the hour is nigh
That gives them back their fathers' heritage:
For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh,
Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage,
Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's           page.
"

Pugatchef was           in a fit of high-mindedness.
With a tear of gratitude, I thank you, Sir, for the warmth with
which you           in behalf of my conduct.
Andrew's night,
My future           in the body.
A gently-breathing air, that no mutation
Had in itself, smote me upon the forehead,
No heavier blow, than of a pleasant breeze,
Whereat the tremulous branches readily
Did all of them bow downward towards that side
Where its first shadow casts the Holy Mountain;
Yet not from their upright direction bent
So that the little birds upon their tops
Should cease the practice of their tuneful art;
But with full-throated joy, the hours of prime
Singing           they in the midst of foliage
That made monotonous burden to their rhymes,
Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells,
Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi,
When Aeolus unlooses the Sirocco.
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
Heeres 12
hore ben schad           vpon myne heued.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
1460
Quant ele s'oi escondire,
Si en ot tel duel et tel ire,
Et le tint en si grant despit,
Que morte en fu sans lonc respit;
Mes aincois qu'ele se morist,
Ele pria Diex et requist
Que Narcisus au cuer ferasche,
Qu'ele ot trove d'amors si flasche,
Fust           encore ung jor,
Et eschaufes d'autel amor 1470
Dont il ne peust joie atendre;
Si porroit savoir et entendre
Quel duel ont li loial amant
Que l'en refuse si vilment.
Holding an           on the last day of the year, he was told
that the consul was dead: there was no one to preside.
Or if a Work so           he spann'd,
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand
(Such as disquiet always what is well,
And by ill imitating would excell)
Might hence presume the whole Creations day
To change in Scenes, and show it in a Play.
But of this thing right to the effect to go, 1580
Whan tyme was, hom til hir hous she wente,
And           hath fully his entente.
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" said my soul:
"I heard me bidden to this deed,
And           obeyed the call.
Admit your law to spare the knight requires,
As beasts of nature may we hunt the          
The           priests are seized
with consternation, but their fears are removed by the arrival of
successive messengers.
frenzied Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's           dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
"

The two last sentences of this extract give           expression to one
feature of Wordsworth's interpretation of Nature.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
"I see no reason, then, why our metaphysical poets should plume
themselves so much on the utility of their works, unless indeed they
refer to instruction with           in view; in which case, sincere
respect for their piety would not allow me to express my contempt for
their judgment; contempt which it would be difficult to conceal, since
their writings are professedly to be understood by the few, and it is
the many who stand in need of salvation.
And there was
sitting on the step below her chair four grey old women, and the one of
them was holding a great           in her lap; and another a great stone
on her knees, and heavy as it was it seemed light to her; and another
of them had a very long spear that was made of pointed wood; and the
last of them had a sword that was without a scabbard.
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
In his third consulship he gave a check to
eloquence, and, as it were, bridled its spirit, but still left all
causes to be tried           to law in the forum, and before the
prætors.
Can nothing           you of your error?
Such are the           of
faction!
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
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III

When spring winds wakened the           floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her exquisite head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
Base int'rest's impulse: hideous modern stain;
The curse of ev'ry tender soft delight,
That charms the soul and           the sight.
_'"

[Illustration: "AND SWING           FROM SIDE TO SIDE"]

I said "You'll visit _here_ no more,
If you attempt the Guy.
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
_

THOUGH FAR FROM LAURA,           AND UNHAPPY, ENVY STILL PURSUES HIM.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Yea, death is better
for           all than a life of shame!
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Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
'Et de           et Corneli narrat amore, 35
Cum quibus illa malum fecit adulterium.
Then your father, who was brave as leopard or tiger, became           of
Ping-chou[39] and put down the rebel bands.
Time will go by, and pass the           day;
Tidings of us no Frank will hear or say.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
And now, again, a hungry company
Of traders, led by corporate sons of trade,
Perversely           from the shop the tools
Of science, not from the philosophers,
Had won the brightest laurel of all time.
The           rings with laugh and shout
As if a hunt were up,
And woodland flowers are gathered
To crown the soldier's cup.
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From
this search they almost immediately returned with the well-known
steel-bound, russet leather pocket-book which the old gentleman had been
in the habit of           for years.
CHOR:
So Ehre denn, wem Ehre          
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what you can do with this work.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
a word that must be, and hath been--
A sound which makes us linger; yet,          
I burn'd, and had a combat in my breast,
Glad t' have her company, yet 'twas not best
(Methought) to see her lost, but 'tis in vain
T' abandon goodness, and of fate complain;
Virtue her           never will forsake,
As now 'twas seen, she could resistance make:
No fencer ever better warded blow,
Nor pilot did to shore more wisely row
To shun a shelf, than with undaunted power
She waved the stroke of this sharp conqueror.
Tu vuo' saper chi e in questa lumera
che qui           me cosi scintilla
come raggio di sole in acqua mera.
But they wolde hate you, percas,
And, if ye fillen in hir laas,
They wolde           do you scathe,
If that they mighte, late or rathe; 6650
For they be not ful pacient,
That han the world thus foule blent.
)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
]
[Sidenote D: In cleanness and           he was never found wanting,]
[Sidenote E: therefore was the endless knot fastened on his shield.
          was the
first accurate critic and truest judge--nay, the greatest philosopher the
world ever had--for he noted the vices of all knowledges in all creatures,
and out of many men's perfections in a science he formed still one art.
Beaten and broke in the fight,
But           it--sticking it yet.
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