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Come, thy fleet sparrows
Beating the mid-air
Over the dark earth. 15Suddenly near me,
Smiling, immortal,
Thy bright regard asked

What had befallen,--
Why I had called thee,-- 20What my mad heart then
Most was desiring.
"What fair thing wouldst thou
Lure now to love thee?

"Who wrongs thee, Sappho? 25If now she flies thee,
Soon shall she follow;--
Scorning thy gifts now,
Soon be the giver;--
And a loth loved one 30

"Soon be the lover."
So even now, too,
Come and release me
From mordant love pain,
And all my heart's will 35Help me accomplish!

VI

Peer of the gods he seems,
Who in thy presence
Sits and hears close to him
Thy silver speech-tones
And lovel

whose fair realm, Camilla, virgin pure,
Nisus, Euryalus, and Turnus fell.
He with incessant chase through every town
Shall worry, until he to hell at length
Restore her, thence by envy first let loose.
I for thy profit pond'ring now devise,
That thou mayst follow me, and I thy guide
Will lead thee hence through an eternal space,
Where thou shalt hear despairing shrieks, and see
Spirits of old tormented, who invoke
A second death; and those next view, who dwell
Content in fire, for that they hope to come,
Whene'er the time may be, among the blest,
Into whose regions if thou then desire
T' ascend, a spirit worthier then I
Must lead thee, in whose charge, when I depart,
Thou shalt be left: for that Almighty King,
Who reigns above, a rebel to his law,
Adjudges me, and therefore hath decreed,
That to his city none through me should come.
He in all parts hath sway; there rules, there holds
His citadel and throne. O happy those,

ion, but a paraphrasethat they give. It may perhaps be thought that the present
translations go almost to the other extreme, and that a renderingof metre, line for line, and word for word, makes it impossibleto preserve the poetry of the original both in substance and insound. But experience has convinced me that it is not so, andthat great fidelity is even the most essential element of
success, whether in translating poetry or prose. It was thereforevery satisfactory to me to find that the principle laid down byme to myself in translating Schiller met with the very general,if not universal, approval of the reader. At the same time, Ihave endeavoured to profit in the case of this, the younger bornof the two attempts made by me to transplant the muse of Germanyto the shores of Britain, by the criticisms, whether friendly orhostile, that have been evoked or provoked by the appearance ofits elder brother.

As already mentioned, the latter contained the whole of thePoems of Schiller. It

es_ added on
Will make the toe so comfortable,
We should like to sing a song.

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The heel we reach in perfect order,
And leave the measure neat;
Some shoes are made which look much broader
When put upon the feet.

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The _instep_ now we see again,
And measure as before,
One-half inch off will answer us,
No less, and not much more.
For if we do we are apt to find
The place where shoes do pinch;
Across the _ball_ we're now inclined,
Still measuring by the inch.

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This is at times a tender spot:
Bunions develop there;
And when they do 'tis not forgot,
We may be e'er so fair.
One-quarter _size_ we leave off here,
As on our way we go,
Travelling on, without a fear,
Until we reach the toe.

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Another quarter we would say,
At this point we may drop,
For we are now quite far away
From the ankle and the top.

But further ye

The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,--"We are thy
homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven."

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The cobweb pretends to catch dew-drops and catches flies.

162
Love! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.

163
"The learned say that your lights will one day be no more." said the firefly to the stars.

The stars made no answer.

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In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.

165
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.

166
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

167
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.

168
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?

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Thoug

d been as good as Gold,
She Promised in the Afternoon
To buy him an _Immense BALLOON_.

And

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so she did; but when it came,
It got into the candle flame,
And being of a dangerous sort
Exploded

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with a loud report!

The Lights went out! The Windows broke!
The Room was filled with reeking smoke.
And in the darkness shrieks and yells
Were mingled with Electric Bells,
And falling masonry and groans,
And crunching, as of broken bones,
And dreadful shrieks, when, worst of all,
The House itself began to fall!
It tottered, shuddering to and fro,
Then crashed into the street below--
Which happened to be Savile Row.

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When Help arrived, among the Dead

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Were

Cousin Mary,

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Little Fred,

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The Footmen

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(both of them),

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The Gro

what wants pruning, shingling, breaking up.
He'll know what he would do if he were we,
And all at once. He'll plan for us and plan
To help us, but he'll take it out in planning.
Well, you can set the table with the loaf.
Let's see you find your loaf. I'll light the fire.
I like chairs occupying other chairs
Not offering a lady--"

"There again, Joe! _You're tired._"

"I'm drunk-nonsensical tired out; Don't mind a word I say. It's a day's work
To empty one house of all household goods
And fill another with 'em fifteen miles away,
Although you do no more than dump them down."

"Dumped down in paradise we are and happy."

"It's all so much what I have always wanted,
I can't believe it's what you wanted, too."

"Shouldn't you like to know?"

"I'd like to know If it is what you wanted, then how much
You wanted it for me."

"A troubled conscience! You don't want me to tell if _I_ don't know."

"I don't want to find out

lded merit.Inevitably, since the industrial revolution, modernist critics havetended to stress its appeal to class consciousness. This appeal, realthough it is, can be overemphasized. The rude forefathers are notprimarily presented as underprivileged. Though poverty-stricken andignorant, they are happy in family life and jocund in the field."Nature is nature wherever placed," as the intellectuals of Gray'stime loved to say, and the powers of the village fathers, potentially,equal the greatest; their virtue is contentment. They neither want norneed "storied urn or animated bust." If they are unappreciated byAmbition, Grandeur, Pride, et al., the lack of appreciation is due toa corruption of values. The value commended in the "Elegy" is that ofthe simple life, which alone is rational and virtuous--it is the lifeaccording to nature. Sophisticated living, Gray implies in the stanzathat once ended the poem, finds man at war with himself and withreason; but the cool sequestered path--its goal identic

lled
The forest, letting in the sun, and made
Broad pathways for the hunter and the knight
And so returned.

For while he lingered there,
A doubt that ever smouldered in the hearts
Of those great Lords and Barons of his realm
Flashed forth and into war: for most of these,
Colleaguing with a score of petty kings,
Made head against him, crying, 'Who is he
That he should rule us? who hath proven him
King Uther's son? for lo! we look at him,
And find nor face nor bearing, limbs nor voice,
Are like to those of Uther whom we knew.
This is the son of Gorlois, not the King;
This is the son of Anton, not the King.'

And Arthur, passing thence to battle, felt
Travail, and throes and agonies of the life,
Desiring to be joined with Guinevere;
And thinking as he rode, 'Her father said
That there between the man and beast they die.
Shall I not lift her from this land of beasts
Up to my throne, and side by side with m

Jasmine, Carolina Separation.

Jasmine, Indian I attach myself to you.

Jasmine, Spanish Sensuality.

Jasmine, Yellow Grace and elegance.

Jonquil I desire a return of affection.

Judas Tree Unbelief. Betrayal.

Juniper Succour. Protection.

Justicia The perfection of female loveliness.

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Kennedia Mental Beauty.

King-cups Desire of Riches.

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Laburnum Forsaken. Pensive Beauty.

Lady's Slipper Capricious Beauty. Win me and wear me.

Lagerstræmia, Indian Eloquence.

Lantana Rigour.

Larch Audacity. Boldness.

Larkspur Lightness. Levity.

Larkspur, Pink Fickleness.

Larkspur, Purple Haughtiness.

Laurel Glory.