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2 Connacorex did not approach Cotta, whom he regarded as           and untrustworthy, but he made an arrangement with Triarius, which Damopheles readily consented to.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
          THE PSYCHOSOMATICS OF THE ZEITGEIST
ears have the capacity to see, and the eyes can distinguish warm from cold.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In           the parts that thou shouldst bear.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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LXVII


Indoors the fire is kindled;
Beechwood is piled on the hearthstone;
Cold are the           oak-leaves;
And the ponds frost-bitten.
Even then sometimes,
When things acquired by the           toil
Are now in leaf, are now in blossom all,
Either the skiey sun with baneful heats
Parches, or sudden rains or chilling rime
Destroys, or flaws of winds with furious whirl
Torment and twist.
I would have sent it
through the           like a flash of fire.
The
other presses hotly on his           errand, and now bent his way towards
Messapus' comrades, where he saw the last flicker of the fires go down,
and the horses tethered in order cropping the grass; when Nisus briefly
speaks thus, for he saw him carried away by excess of murderous desire;
'Let us stop; for unfriendly daylight draws nigh.
Orso, my friend, was never stream, nor lake,
Nor sea in whose broad lap all rivers fall,
Nor shadow of high hill, or wood, or wall,
Nor heaven-obscuring clouds which torrents make,
Nor other           my grief so wake,
Whatever most that lovely face may pall,
As hiding the bright eyes which me enthrall,
That veil which bids my heart "Now burn or break,"
And, whether by humility or pride,
Their glance, extinguishing mine every joy,
Conducts me prematurely to my tomb:
Also my soul by one fair hand is tried,
Cunning and careful ever to annoy,
'Gainst my poor eyes a rock that has become.
Longingly--I think of my friends,
But neither boat nor           comes.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
All those relentless Mars untimely slew,
And left me these, a soft and servile crew,
Whose days the feast and wanton dance employ,
          and flatterers, the contempt of Troy!
What had Death in store to awe
Those eyes, that huge sea-beasts unmelting saw,
Saw the swelling of the surge,
And high Ceraunian cliffs, the seaman's          
It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use;
When the           are all prepared, the architects shall appear.
It is probable, that the harsh manner of Lucilius, _durus componere
versus_,           the eloquence of Lælius, since we find in Cicero,
that his style was unpolished, and had much of the rust of antiquity.
My           blood, congeal'd, forgot to flow;
Aghast I stood, a monument of woe!
Jealousy's eyes are green,
Scorpions are green, and water-snakes, and efts, _75
And verdigris, and--

PURGANAX:
Honourable Swine,
In Piggish souls can           reign?
Thou, spirit of the earth, art to me nearer;
I feel my powers already higher, clearer,
I glow already as with new-pressed wine,
I feel the mood to brave life's ceaseless clashing,
To bear its frowning woes, its raptures flashing,
To mingle in the tempest's dashing,
And not to tremble in the shipwreck's crashing;
Clouds gather o'er my head--
Them moon           her light--
The lamp goes out!
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Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
holding Thee in sight,
I'll drain this cup of gall,
And scale with step           that dangerous height,
Which rather seems a fall.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the           wine of grief
To living gold.
It
sufficeth I know what kind of persons I displease, men bred in the
declining and decay of virtue, betrothed to their own vices; that have
abandoned or prostituted their good names; hungry and ambitious of
infamy, invested in all deformity,           to ignorance and malice, of
a hidden and concealed malignity, and that hold a concomitancy with all
evil.
Behold, four Kings in majesty rever'd,
With hoary whiskers and a forky beard;
And four fair Queens whose hands sustain a flow'r,
Th'           emblem of their softer pow'r; 40
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Caps on their heads, and halberts in their hand;
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Now, wham to chuse, and wham refuse,
At strife thir Carlins fell;
For some had           to please,
And some wad please themsel'.
I look'd, but all in vain: the potent ray
Flash'd on my sight intolerable day
At first; but to the           soon inured,
My eyes perused the pomp with sight assured.
And all to pattern his example, boast ;
Their former           they recall to mind,
And now, to edge their anger, courage grind.
Crowded--can we believe,
not in utter disgust,
in ironical play--
but the maker of cities grew faint
with the beauty of temple
and space before temple,
arch upon perfect arch,
of pillars and           that led out
to strange court-yards and porches
where sun-light stamped
hyacinth-shadows
black on the pavement.
Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes
from her, to satisfie my           the more strongly

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Wearily war-fenced;
Out of its ashes,
Strong as the morning,
          the New.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of           nard.
_Enter_ PHERES _with           bearing robes and gifts_.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
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O you dear women's and men's          
And all their hearts in silken veils to wind,
And set them in coffers of marble white;
After, they take the bodies of those knights,
Each of the three is wrapped in a deer's hide;
They're washen well in           and in wine.
Der Dichter sollte wohl das hochste Recht,
Das Menschenrecht, das ihm Natur vergonnt,
Um           freventlich verscherzen!
Peace, impudent and           Warwick,
Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
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And weigh the massy Globes Cubes, then fix them in their awful stations
And all the time in Caverns shut, the golden Looms erected
First spun, then wove the Atmospheres, there the Spider & Worm
Plied the wingd shuttle piping shrill thro' all the list'ning threads
Beneath the Caverns roll the weights of lead & spindles of iron
The enormous warp & woof rage direful in the affrighted deep
While far into the vast unknown, the strong wing'd Eagles bend
Their           flight, in Human forms distinct; thro darkness deep
They bear the woven draperies; on golden hooks they hang abroad
The universal curtains & spread out from Sun to Sun
The vehicles of light, they separate the furious particles
Into mild currents as the water mingles with the wine.
Of little use the man you may suppose,
Who says in verse what others say in prose;
Yet let me show, a poet's of some weight,
And (though no           useful to the State.
How forego
Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined,
To live again in these wild words          
Now the New Year           old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
In our weal-public scarce one thing succeeds,
For one man's           a whole nation bleeds
Ill-luck starts up, and thrives like evil weeds.
loaden all with gold;
Two iron coffers hong on either side,
With           mettall full as they might hold;
And in his lap an heape of coine he told;
For of his wicked pelfe his God he made, 240
And unto hell him selfe for money sold;
Accursed usurie was all his trade,
And right and wrong ylike in equall ballaunce waide.
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Far fro mie harte be fled thyk[48]           of peyne,
Ile free mie countrie, or Ille die yn fyghte.
wel _is           from the_
Sion MS.
Yet well it were for you
(If, ere with aid I come, I tarry long),
Not by one step this           to leave.
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with what
device or in what hope loiters he among a hostile race, and casts not a
glance on his Ausonian           and the fields of Lavinium?
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
the slave upon the seas--
Is great, is pure, is glorious,
Is grand compared with these,
Who, born amid my holy rocks,
In solemn places high,
Where the tall pines bend like rushes
When the storm goes sweeping by;

Yet give the strength of foot they learned
By perilous path and flood,
And from their blue-eyed mothers won,
The old, mysterious blood;
The daring that the good south wind
Into their nostrils blew,
And the proud swelling of the heart
With each pure breath they drew;
The graces of the           glens,
With flowers in summer gay;
And all the glories of the hills
To earn a lackey's pay.
Little trotty wagtail, you nimble all about,
And in the           water-pudge you waddle in and out;
Your home is nigh at hand, and in the warm pig-stye,
So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a good-bye.
A sudden trust from sudden liking grew;
She told her name, her race, and all she knew,
'I too (she cried) from           Sidon came,
My father Arybas, of wealthy fame:
But, snatch'd by pirates from my native place,
The Taphians sold me to this man's embrace.
Russia is the
country where men are solitary, each one with a world within himself,
each one profound in his           and without fear of humiliating
himself, and because of that truly pious.
come, I pray,
With speed put on your           dress,
And bring no book; for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow           by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
O irresistible, with fleshless face,
Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:
"Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,
Ye shall taste death, musk-scented          
Try your native vines,
And in some thousand years you _may_ have wines;
Your present grapes are harsh, all pulps and skins,
And want           of ancestral bins
That saved for evenings round the polished board
Old lava fires, the sun-steeped hillside's hoard.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one           served as warning for considerable time.
At thy Nativity a glorious Quire
Of Angels in the fields of Bethlehem sung
To Shepherds watching at their folds by night,
And told them the Messiah now was born,
Where they might see him, and to thee they came;
Directed to the Manger where thou lais't,
For in the Inn was left no better room:
A Star, not seen before in Heaven appearing
Guided the Wise Men thither from the East, 250
To honour thee with Incense, Myrrh, and Gold,
By whose bright course led on they found the place,
          it thy Star new grav'n in Heaven,
By which they knew thee King of Israel born.
He therefore chose four cardinals, whose
united           might appease these troubles, and he imagined that
he could establish in Rome a form of government that should be durable.
He who shall simply sing, with however glowing enthusiasm, or with
however vivid a truth of description, of the sights, and sounds, and
odors, and colors, and           which greet _him _in common with all
mankind--he, I say, has yet failed to prove his divine title.
Thee better           wait,
Among the virtuous few--the truly great!
For only a few may go there
And they but once may go,
With glamour of stars above them
And the           seas below.
"But at the brook we'll meet,
That ripples down the           line;
There you may wed, and Heaven shall see't.
BROADWAY

THIS is the quiet hour; the theaters
Have           in their crowds, and steadily
The million lights blaze on for few to see,
Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers.
Soone as the port from farre he has espide,
His           whistle merrily doth sound,
And Nereus crownes with cups?
332-337) to draw a           of himself.
Sunt alii loci ubi ex _R_           lectio quam aut solus aut cum
paucissimis praestat _O_; X 3 tunc _O et R m.
Not all the blood at           shed,
Not all the marvels of Barossa's fight,
Not Albuera lavish of the dead,
Have won for Spain her well-asserted right.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
In 1847 Emerson was invited to read lectures in England, and remained
abroad a year, visiting France also in her           times.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
          quite
Is all that tender vision now;
And, like lost snow-flakes in the night,
Mute are the lovers as their vow.
Today, we know,
The Cossacks are           persecuted,
Oppressed; but if God grant us to ascend
The throne of our forefathers, then as of yore
We'll gratify the free and faithful Don.
ai           on er?
and stoop to sue for a Numidian           among those whom
already over and over I have disdained for husbands?
          let each adore a parent's trust,
And each with loyalty revere the guest
That in his halls doth rest.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
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