CLXXVI.

The tongue of my first is for ever tied,
But my second rings merrily far and wide.

1 I beat all who defy me.

2 I make perfect all who try me.

3 I grind for all who do apply me. 4 I run after all who fly me.

CLXXVII.

A Poet-The subject of his ode.

1 Sweet and golden is my

first.

2 By drivers am I oft accurst.

3 Quicker your time is much too slow. 4 Mexican province, as all know.

CLXXVIII.

"I could have better spared a better man."
"Write me down an ass."

1 "I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken."

2 "A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.”

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Speak thou! whose massy strength and stature

scorn

The power of years-speak, grandmother !"

"Amid a mangled heap

Of carcasses, in eager watch he sits,
O'erlooking all his waving snares around."

5 "Is not this a rare fellow, my lord ?-he's good At anything, and yet a fool !"

6 "I honour'd him, I lov'd him, and will weep My date of life out for his sweet life's loss."

7 "If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest! And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forgèd, with my rapier's point!"

8 "I do wander everywhere

Swifter than the moonès sphere."

CLXXIX.

Dainty piece of nature work,
None more lovely doth she trace.

Often in my first I lurk,

Haunt the spheres and fly thro' space."

1 Toiling ever, ever uphill.

2 Hero or heroine ?-both if you will.
3 Too costly thy dinner, oh reckless wight!
4 Chose the red badge, and fought the fight.
5 Wildest scene of England's coast,
Known to Arthur, England's boast.

CLXXX.

Parted, powerless things;

Join'd, we're strong as kings.

1 Who would crave more than one string to his bow. 2 Famed for thy bulls and thy butter art thou!

3 'Ware of me hunters that cry "tally-ho!"

CLXXXI.

O turn me not in scorn away,
But give my first, kind lady, pray!

The birds are better off than I,

To them my next you ne'er deny.

1 My words are unwelcome, yet useful, no doubt2 What in Italy ne'er you should travel without;

3 Pray, double these vowels, a consonant make, 4 Then the name of a fam'd Turkish warrior take. 5 In this humble abode a philosopher liv'd, Here surly and blunt, a king's homage received.

CLXXXII.

"White-breasted like a star

Fronting the dawn he mov'd; a leopard skin
Droop'd from his shoulder; but his sunny hair
Cluster'd about his temples like a god's;

And his cheek brightened as the foam-bow brightens
When the wind blows the foam."

"Then thou, Achilles, reverence the gods; And, for thy father's sake, look pitying down

-On me-more needing pity, since I bear Such grief as never man on earth hath borne Who stoops to kiss the hand that slew his son."

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"By this hand I swear

That sways the earth this climate overlooks,

We'll put thee down, 'gainst whom these arms we bear,

Or add a royal number to the dead."

"In this heathen war the fire of God

Fills him; I never saw his like: there lives no greater leader."

"Last of Romans! While the tree
Of Freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf,
E'en for thy tomb a garland let it be—
The forum's champion and the people's chief."

"I would not have her

Break her heart for a man who has none to break; Or wither on her stalk like some pale rose."

"Ah, wherefore did he turn to look

For her his eye but sought in vain ?

That pause, that fatal gaze he took,

Hath doom'd his death, or fix'd his chain."

CLXXXIII.

Now if the meaning of my name you seek,
I'll tell you plainly, it is "Tulip-cheek."

1 "City of war which, in a few short hours
Hath sprung up here, as if the magic powers
Of him, who, in the twinkling of a star,
Built the high, pillar'd halls of Chilminar,
Had conjur'd up, as far as eye can see,

This world of tents and domes, and sun-bright armory."

2 "The ancient flood, which from its spring In the dark mountains, swiftly wandering, Enrich'd by every pilgrim brook that shines With relics from Bucharia's ruby mines, And lending to the Caspian half its strength, In the cool Lake of Eagles, sinks at length."

3 "Who can behold Alpheus' sacred tide,

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Nor call to mind Olympia's ancient pride?
For many a pile beside his yellow sand
In awful ruin consecrates the strand."

Dost thou not "love to hear

The raining music from a morning cloud?"

5 "In war the pasha's arm was strong,
Remember'd yet in Bosniac song;
And Paswan's rebel hordes attest
How little love they bore such guest."

CLXXXIV.

"Since, then, the rule of right is plain,
And longest life is but a day;
To have my ends, maintain my rights,
I'll take the shortest way."

1 "One foot on sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never."

2 "Durindana from the sheath he drew, And midst his foes with noble fury flew."

3"Beneath the summer sky,

From flower to flower let him fly."