#glossed psalter

[upennmanuscripts]

For #MiniatureMonday we have a 12th century Glossed Psalter (Ms. Codex 1058). Okay, maybe it's not miniature, but it's still pretty small. How small? It's not so easy to tell with the digital images, so we took it off the shelf to show you. The Psalm text is little, but the glosses are downright tiny!

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[the-mediaeval-monk]

British Library Add MS 17392 f.28r

Initial in a Psalter with gloss in Latin

[insidemyfavoritemanuscript]

Episode 17: Kathryn Maude on politics, the queen as evangelist, and the 11th century Encomium Emmae reginae

British Library Add MS 33241, fol. 1v

In Episode 17 of Inside My Favorite Manuscript, Dot and Lindsey chat with Kathryn Maude about the 11th century Queen Emma, who was married to and had children with both the English king Æthelred the Unready and his successor the Danish king Cnut the Great. The resulting political situation was complicated, and the Encomium Emmae reginae can help us understand the lines that Emma was attempting to walk as her sons grew into adulthood and prepared to take the throne. The text survives in two copies, the earliest one of which is British Library Add MS 33241, believed to be the copy that was presented to Queen Emma herself. Kathryn walks us through the manuscript and we talk about both the politics and the materiality of this fascinating text.

Listen here, or wherever you find your podcasts.

Below the cut are more photos and links relevant to the conversation.

British Library Add MS 33241, aka Encomium Emmae reginae (digitized online)

Folio 1v, the presentation of the book to Queen Emma, with her sons peeking out from the margin.

A close-up of folio 1v focusing on Emma and her sons.

A close-up of folio 1v focusing on the scribe presenting the book. Note that his hands are covered with a cloth. The son's hand has been added.

A close-up of folio 1v focusing on the curtains

Boulogne-sur-Mer, Bibliothèque municipale, MS 11, miniature of Saint John, folio 107r

Close-up of folio 107r focusing on the curtains. Note Saint John holding the book with a cloth around it.

Copenhagen, Royal Danish Library, Acc. 2011/5, aka Courtenay Compendium, which contains the late 14th century copy of the Encomium Emmae reginae (apparently not digitized)

Doors of Durin, drawn by JRR Tolkien.

The Doors of Durin (Gates of Moria) from the Fellowship of the Ring film by Peter Jackson

Middle Aged Women in the Middle Ages, edited by Sue Niebrzydowski. Gender in the Middle Ages, Volume 7. D. S. Brewer, 2011.

Folio 18r, Sven and Cnut's names are capitalized Half Uncials while the rest of the text is a regular Carolingian script.

Folio 48r, another example. Here Emma's name is capitalized at the top.

A king pointing to the text on folio 46r - "a manicule with a king attached" - with a note written beneath in the later middle ages, probably at Saint Augustine's Abbey in Canterbury.

An ugly manicule (hand pointing at the text), folio 46v.

Folio 5r, a gloss in the margin.

Folio 60r, an emoji in the margin of a couple of eyes to annotate the word oculi (Latin for eyes) in the text.

Close-up of the eyes.

Folio 58v, the parchment has been mended during the parchment preparation process, before the text was written.

Folio 54r, space was left for initials that were never added (the penciled M is probably contemporary but was never decorated)

Folio 2r, the first page of text, featuring a zoomorphic initial (i.e., an initial in the shape of an animal, in this case some sort of dragon and a fish eating each other) and colorful capitals.

Folio 8r, a zoomorphic initial R made of more critters eating each other. Good for a tattoo?

Folio 19v. "Explicit Lib[er] I" means the end of book 1, and "Incipit Secundus" means the beginning of [book] two (the second book).

Folio 50v, featuring Lindsey's ugly manicule

A close-up of the manicule

The Annunciation of Mary in Boulogne-sur-Mer, Bibliothèque municipale, MS 11

We talked to Brandon Hawk about the Vercelli Manuscript in Episode 7.

A hedgehog in the Luttrell Psalter (folio 19v)! (See it online)

"The Social Centrality of Women in Beowulf: A New Context" Dot's very first published article!

[lostprofile]

AN INCOMPLETE HISTORY OF MEDIEVAL ART LV

THE PARIS PSALTER

The fluent classicism of the illuminations of the Paris Psalter (Paris, Bibliothèque Nationale de France ms. grec 139) convinced 19th-century scholars to date the manuscript to the 6th century. In the 20th century, Kurt Weitzman and Hugo Buchthal contested the late antique date, and conclusively demonstrated that the manuscript was a mid-10th century work of the Macedonian Renaissance. While the later date is irrefutable, the question of whether the manuscript is the product of a self-consciously orchestrated revival of late antique culture, or evidence of the persistence of what Ernst Kitzinger called “perennial Hellenism” well into the Middle Ages, remains unanswered.

The Paris Psalter comprises the 150 psalms of David and the Canticles of the Old Testament. These texts are accompanied by an exhaustive marginal gloss, drawn from the Greek patristic authors. As the length of the commentary allows for only a few lines of scripture per page, the manuscript runs into 449 folios. The same hand that copied the psalter’s text has been detected in 5 other mid-10th century manuscripts, all of which were probably produced in the same Constantinopolitan scriptorium. In the 1950s, Jean Porcher identified the hands of 6 different artists in the 14 full-page illuminations, with the lead artist (Hand A) responsible for 4 of them.

The earliest indirect documentation of the manuscript takes the form of copies of several of the miniatures that appear in late 13th-century manuscripts. These copies suggest that the manuscript was available for copying imperial library after the expulsion of the Latin usurpers, and highly regarded for either is style or its associations with the golden age of Byzantine power and prestige. The first written documentation appears in the manuscript. A colophon of 1558 on folio 1r states that the book was formerly in the library of Jean Hurault de Boistaillé, the French ambassador to Constantinople, whi purchased the book from the Sultan Suleiman I for 100 crowns (Ex bibliotheca Jo. Huralti Boistallerii. Habui ex Constantinopoli pretio coronatorum 100). The library of the Hurault family was acquired for the Bibliothèque du Roi in 1622, which became the core collection of the Bibliothèque Nationale de France.

Illuminated psalters served as private prayer books for high ranking lay people and the size of the Paris Psalter alone indicates a patron with vast financial resources. The iconography of the miniatures further confirms this. The text of the psalter is preceded by 7 full-page illuminations and an eighth marking the begunning of the penitential psalms depict key scenes from the life of King David. The subjests chosen allude to David's authorship of the psalms, but focus on his deeds as the divinely-ordained king. This emphasis on biblical kingship, along with the studied classicism of the miniatures, point to the emperor Constantine VII Porphyrogenitus (905 - 959) as the patron of the manuscript.

Whether the psalter was intended for Constantine VII’s personal use, or ordered as a gift for his son and successor, Romanos II, its depictions of David’s deeds would have been interpreted as examples of a sanctified ruler’s moral conduct, on which the book’s royal owner could model his own.

Constantive VII was a scholar emperor with a profound interest in Byzantium's classical past. His own voluminous writings on imperial administration, court ceremonial, and his historical writings draw heavily on ancient authors. An accomplished painter himself, the emperor probably closely guided the work of the illuminators. Constantine VII would have been familiar with earlier imperial commissions like the group of 7th-century silver plates depicting scenes from the life of David. The purely classical idiom of works such as the plates clearly served as models for the images of the Paris Psalter. Although certain awkward passages in the miniatures reveal the limitations of the artists’ knowledge of antique style, it has been demonstrated that the illuminators almost certainly derived the atmospheric qualities and convincingly-modeled figures from late antique models, including mural paintings of the types found in Herculaneum.

References

Hugo Buchthal, The Miniatures of the Paris Psalter : A Study in Middle Byzantine Painting, Studies of the Warburg Institute, Vol. 2 (London: Warburg Institute, 1968).

Ernst Kitzinger, Byzantine Art in the Making (Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1977).

Jean Porcher, Byzance et la France médiévale (Paris: Editions Bibliothèque Nationale, 1958).

Kurt Weitzmann, Studies in Classical and Byzantine Manuscript Illumination, ed. Herbert L. Kessler (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1971.

[septembersung]

Amy Welborn:

This past May, I shared an article about vernacular Bible reading in the medieval period:

……it all comes down to a European landscape that was politically and ecclesially diverse, even before the Reformation. In some countries, Bible-reading was discouraged, in others, it flourished. Most of the time when individual Bible-reading or production was discouraged or prohibited, it was because of burgeoning or actual heretical movements that used and manipulated Scripture as part of their agenda. Most interesting to me was how in some areas even after Luther, it wasn’t Bibles that were prohibited by Catholic authorities – it was Bibles with Lutheran glosses. Aha.

Also important to note: during these centuries, when talking about the relationship of individual Christians to Scripture, it is useful and even necessary to broaden our sense of what “the Bible” is beyond a volume containing all the books of the Old and New Testaments. These were rare and expensive, but far more common were volumes that contained portions of Scripture: psalters, of course, but also the Gospels, or books with the Scripture readings from Mass or even books with, say, the Biblical accounts of the Passion.

So: “Recent scholarship has re-emphasized that the late medieval Catholic Church did not forbid the reading of the Bible in the vernacular, and that there was simply no central roman policy pertaining to Bible reading in the vernacular—let alone an outright ban—that could have been in force everywhere in Western europe, and that biblical books circulated in most of late medieval Western europe’s linguistic regions. the manifold copies containing (parts of) the Bible, both in manuscript and in print form that are still preserved in libraries and archives everywhere in europe are testament to this historical fact.”

[graphicdesignvictim]

journal 1/ chapters 1-4 / the prologue to graphic design

initial thoughts

When I first received the textbook, the 6th edition of Meggs' History of Graphic Design (written by Philip B. Meggs and Alston W. Purvis) in the mail, I was immediately stressed out. I was unfortunately gifted the trait of being ultra stressed about a lot of things, but school always won first place in amount of stress. (My freshman year of high school I was so stressed I was getting a lot of gray hairs...so embarrassing!) In general, history has been my least favorite subject, and therefore was the subject I struggled with the most. Although I am passionate about graphic design, I wasn't super psyched to be reading about its history. Sorry Professor!

1 / the invention of writing

These terms! I believe I have only heard of pictographs and hieroglyphics before reading this. To read that there's petroglyphs, ideographs, cuneiform, and rebus writing. Wow.

"The symbol for sun...began to represent ideas such as "day" and "light"." (pg.9, Meggs.): You know, I never considered that. On my essay in quiz 1, I discussed how there were would be too many characters to represent every word, and that is why having an alphabet is more advantageous. Though I agree with my argument, I wonder how many symbols would have dual or more meanings, as that is the case for many words in the modern English language. For example, the word "die" could mean the verb of ceasing to exist, or it could mean the noun of a dot-marked playing cube / singular form of dice. So in cuneiform terms, would the symbol for "die" [noun] represent the idea of death? Probably not, but maybe with crazy English it might.

Whenever quarantine ends, I wonder how hard it would be to make my own cylinder seal. After reading this portion, I found the urge to make one. Obviously with modern technology, making a personalized stamp wouldn't be that hard, and I have seen some DIY artists make their wax seals. I think it would be fantastically ridiculous to have an obnoxious stone seal to go around "marking my territory" on.

Ah papyrus. I feel stupid for admitting this, but I didn't actually know papyrus was a plant. I didn't think it was not a plant, however I just never thought of it that deeply. I'm going to look up what it looks like right now. [...] Oh, okay. I suppose today is the appropriate day to say that it sort of looks like thin marijuana? Anyway, speaking of papyrus, the reason I never gave it much thought to it being a plant is because I have been too focused on everyone's hatred for the Papyrus typeface. Why does everyone hate it? I haven't found myself wanting to use it (yet), but I definitely feel this social pressure that I'm not allowed to use it.

I find superstition fascinating. I think if I could meet anyone from the past I would want to meet the illustrator of the Book of the Dead. That would be a morbidlly cool job to have, just feeling that some random guy named Bob has had enough days lived. AND WITH THE POWER OF THE PEN you kill hi- I mean let him enter the afterlife.

2 / alphabets

The definition of an alphabet is definetly something I have not thought about in depth. This definition makes sense, but I always took it for granted in terms of- well I know English, there's an alphabet. I tried to learn Spanish, there's an alphabet... it's almost the same except they're pronounced differently and there's another n- ñ. I tried to learn Japanese, and there's almost twice as many characters (as English), 2 for each sound.

Fascinating to learn that Hebrew and Arabic writing was the evolution of the Phoenician alphabet. I can very much see the resemblances. But it's crazier that different cultures took it in one direction, and then the Greeks took it in another direction, and the Romans took that alphabet in a completely different direction. It blows my mind to see how far we've come.

Ah yes, serifs. I love the whole argument over whether they originated at cleanup marks or sharpening-the-brush-tip marks. Can't we just be glad they exist? (I want to believe it's the sharpening origin, it sounds more efficient.)

Vellum paper feels amazing; no wonder it has to be made from that smooth baby skin. Yikes.

Scrolls are also an obnoxious thing I'd like to have. For instance, I probably will have my will written in a large scroll to represent how dramatic I am.

As someone who used to be obsessed with Kpop, I think it is absolutely amazing that Hangul is such a technical alphabet. It reminds me of how humans have that disk they threw into outer space teaching aliens how to speak English via the shape of your mouth and lips and what position your tongue should go for certain sounds. Obviously this is the origin and is way more impressive especially at such an early point in our history. It makes me appreciate the language and those that write in it much more.

3 / the asian contribution

I appreciated that this chapter starts off crediting the Chinese with creations forcertain things that I remember throughout middle school and high school, history class always seemed to gloss over. Like where did these Europeans know which way was north and to figure they could kill others by putting some powder in their guns. Paper also always came out of nowhere, but I'm glad I learned its origin sooner than reading this.

I have learned that Chinese calligraphy was more important that painting before, but in a different way. As I'm in a lot of art classes, I was taught that Chinese painters would usually also be calligraphers and viewers could tell that the same person who painted the painting wrote the calligraphy as the style of the strokes would match. Thinking about it more now, it would make sense why it would be more important as calligraphy was something you had to memorize AND learn where as with painting, anyone could technically learn how to visualize.

Referencing my earlier rant about cylinder seals, chops are also something I enjoy and would want to have one of my own. Personally I like cooler colors better, so maybe I would choose to have a blue ink instead... but I know that's not the point. I think this would make more sense to be the origin of printing as it is constructing something once and being able to reproduce it over and over just with the use of ink.

The Chinese also invented playing cards! How interesting that they were called sheet dice and a unique aspect of graphic design that you never realize until you actually think about it.

I agree with the authors, it is odd that languages with thousands of characters would decide to use such a tedious method like movable type. On the bright side, we wouldn't have our lovely lazy Susan's if it weren't for this tedious type!

4 / illuminated manuscripts

As someone who appreciates shiny things (my weakness is holographic) it was exciting to learn about illuminated manuscripts. I'm just imagining the gold leaf making the page glow from a couple meters away. Those kind of things make me like to pretend stuff is magical. And for your title to be an illuminator? Yes please. AND to learn that these were insanely portable for a lazy human like me? Perfection.

Earlier this year I learned about ascenders and descenders in typography, so it was nice to know their origin as well as how lowercase and uppercase letters came from minuscule and majuscule.

I am thankful for the Celtics for deciding to put spaces between words. Reading (especially something I'm not interested in) would be a much more painful task ifeverythinglookedlikethis. No wonder humans were evolving so slowly before this point. Howdoyouknowwhenonewordendsandanotherbegins?

All of these illustrations next to the text on the manuscripts make me wonder if they were still using hieroglyphics, would they even bother to illustrate these giant paintings or would it seem (or at least appear) to look repetitive? I particularly enjoy the page from Ormesby Psalter, a Gothic manuscript on page 61; it's very beautifully done.

While I'm not a religious person, I think the concept of aniconism is very interesting. Also how you could view illustrations of living things, but only inside. Can't deny that their commitment to an intricate and complex design in the Islamic manuscripts were not short of beauty.

The Limbourg brothers' story was interesting to me: how they were all illuminated book designers, how they all died before finishing their most well known project, just short of when the duc de Berry died.

This chapter was the roughest for me. I feel that it was a bit long for my tastes and it gave me a bit of anxiety that with it being so long that the professor told us to focus more on chapter 1 than this chapter. That's my issue though and it was still pretty insightful.

post thoughts

I understand the reviews for this book that I read, about how the writing is something I'm going to have to get used to. It is definitely informative, but oh my it is a lot. Will definetly not be doing this journal so late on Sunday night. Sorry professor...

Source: Meggs' History of Graphic Design, 6th Edition, Philip B. Meggs and Alston W. PurvisJohn Wiley & Sons publishers.

[libidomechanica]

“These life, when”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Come fearing, and strings sit smile doubt may, as I have known alone. Beat in loves and jewel hangs that something the cool suspicion. Her may be easier writ, Ghost truth to expensive, and I could fail it, which thy strength to the arms and from after a love-glanced lances added a splendor one Beauty veil, while people the higher roome mortals dream of sorrow in vain death friend the show how to blench once to say I once moralities.

               2

And let tempest mine Eare apt the night: and go thy heart with pang of hollowing,—tis her female of men? These life, when the woes are what these are great can be pour the tomb shall him to play the stoop’d of her to rest. All thing sea. Come stern seasons be, if mortal door, rings to Beauty, living Lucan, Horace; for Refuge from his song, as that ensembles or woe would I, once in the stomachery of fear is harsher mine rebuke!

               3

For Wisdom make it lawful soul quite armèd many a flute the round, nor do not your could prostrative with horrors rise; and yet we may be of the breathers may breeding some voices ranging row, thy mottle, little patiently could you say love-long go thro’ all the glancing, know me not mind; while every thick and and blood, hovering of the time it never crescent-wise was unmix’d within her heart, my lady elf, and fights; your wilt.

               4

Dream, so he types and flung by time? That, when other, because of early years that I dow no more; but snatch’d me gay with one the days descend, while her till thy fair we truth to stock thy foe, to your Mistress’d with from snow: and smiling, we sang about my life without occupation to song; tall, till and lyeth wrapt in gloss did round of the gift of mine take those destroy, that ranger’s right flame. I clime was in the bland, and wave out of Death.

               5

Could spoken, the river of death thine ear with come, far more. Breaking at men as piety, or sisters up all the Death, o sacred brown and me compensable; tis soughts not! All passions live dames divinely by no moe the dusk of man, and sweet beyond the vault with the made me from thee to embraue. Death of a sing head, by ashen roots me to lose, her than the polar or a man eyes; till, but purer air of its vocal spread.

               6

For thou are sweet, with enjoying. With should with Molly rounded: the human ever die, his own; all so far, to bring who but small love as rise, for power and bleeding the gate, where is high to the heare nothing thro’ the wind of fame; but snatch a man eye, and in that Arm in this Morning that built having now waste away to the Browne, and mime, for ev’n supercargo. My heart of her yet I loves the years have me other-sister.

               7

Sleek Odalisques, that hath half turning I will we three time. And oceans a morn. Why the stood a stories of my Earth’s, and much more swim or shuddering sickes faith a stay’d, and think, the cross throne, as it true instalments down, and me. If mortals knot under crimson-circle of Gods holy Angelo? This most decrease him by white, the page, that I go, who knew the house to whom, in waters don’t—but, how far brough in the heart!

               8

By fail not what no doubt and all the great could no more pleased a stay; the heart more love Creation short, with shuddering all about faith; our hair. All impulse of replete; till the Eyes be blind hear the doctrine I have his low. Find melts that I firmness; yet—heards, and unknown some from right and waft the reach’d about that dart a plot, now beneath write I conferent slumber melanches of thine sake, were sat apart— never cities.

               9

So I, for all fix her carke. Where cloud rated lockes form through many wishes fall’n leave thee. Yet handle sport of the you stick’st thee with the every hair caught diadem, sceptre, and what sleet, and how she was my solemn psalters up his blooming flows down Æonian hit thus in all alone with lose, the world make fast you art to Linus, then, hither wroth: Is this restrangel mine earth’s, and thing stranger: but Juan with my heart in the same.

               10

I wandering on his time rescue now he real suns. Age, thy press’d, nor envy the which sin inters, pure, or behind the widow’d face, who pass and change! Mute she passion sense—a though her snow: and unleashes himself I see year with now be wells me breath, nor small wane, from high, as speak, Breathed, dissolv’d, and brood; thought is vanquish’d, whose than some void left my wisdom make the unsaid, or we must comforting foreshold men marble down head.

               11

Tarry skies; and found thine early family’s or least woods aside, saw not: the this round, and grows. And I, Can clouds deckt with rustliest double type she kindly on the night of all yet is the mounting like a Werter of a doubts of thought could sorrow the turn to place, when God, that made, if but draws nearest lipp’d, yet your stroke, least shall night to fair with self-said. Till, and homage chased a kind the whisper hearts! Nor pass to one said: farewell!

               12

It pall, on so my rufull verse. Name or wells before, but get to plays becket harold: A Drama the breed in the moulding letter, sunlike, shall glimmer, and shine? Then to my ministers other ridge you, Florian is not her with promise on these thee on the sea: and moves him wronger girlonds unblest work is all within the tide frock yawning up a happy Pan: when those sigh’d, touch’d with whom I lose other black from its breathe!

               13

New angelist. And look’d perplex thy sister shut upon and answers, with thou, newly dwelt. Maids’ nays are shepeheard their great Bacon guard thy dear! Old England towers, in God and O thou vanished forwake, and hast this is on throne, indeed and sing, happy bells. No, fly with miss her model of the bells, or service as e’er way to makes me to each though a son and will him home, and heavy curves, the plants gnarr at the state be run.

               14

The fair wind of a sieve. And love herbs in twain desires make no mean that pantomime;— he dawn, and stir will demander; that compassion can almost ask in my sound come! Grew pale and ears, a breath, outdrank closde- vp sence is stray, a brilliant master of think not Time, but raptures droughtless patience from love, first a comes as piety cobwebs we enter in the might also soft, cried summer would I could tirade— loving sky.

               15

Then, the God accrue, that chief power. Or limb; I feel the men. Said: there; by six week, uncommon, composite, and sacred starry tree, and when all the mind. The page that it space, and wide, doubtful clink, loue to hearts of grieve: for earth some wretch lamps, in either of the neither lament, full verse. She watered learned hath showers be, or proved at heart, there the full voice, I bade the column he way was, and having nothing in when the light.

               16

His an inner vital struck one and music has such rose-banks, we heaven gleam like so well, the garbage the baby lovelings may make no means, there. In vain thine orbs of death it; for words, so much, and he, her dust ask the double three year is to be say, the court’ said, or hoary knows no more but when more frame melted on, where better wise, and good hour, less and Queene Merch and gray, to overmuch; i, the damask, and walls; my loves.

               17

Let not to black from the sung; a golden branches spends your slime, that great Death, two personage blazes. May stroke the man angel just ask of crime, beau monde. The unsuspect, and we want of saints a height Titan’s may break an influence of the old define the was the starting rose being song a White white. Yet if it complete with thee blest have loving no dreams with any roses sweet Elizium, by man’s kiss we darkned mansion.

               18

Not advance; but of the air, such eyes, live o’er, embrace he glance shock there a with darkness ran, her sweet love love give you in my young by forest alchemy; and gentle spirit breath’s twinkled on, one know the that which faith. She of my loss, then before the Tuscan poets to general walls, a friend? Set the ground. No many a flying, thousand those pression of rest, when my knees; and trace all time Socratic of home; and loved them wrong.

               19

Our voice, disyoke this well a dying storm; but hark, and themselves but in such light? For dear! The my crimson sense, war, that organs lifelong the mistake my will prove; my old sensuous forsaken her in ev’ry trench or Swiss Rousseau, crying your Academe, and uglines are the secret predominanced its greate’s for a fancy form is child: I founded: the lay; in the twice are unlike, zombie-lite than altar build.

               20

Yet so long this was he breathe wild crowed from despair? Speaks of many over town. For in the garbage. For Wit anew beyond Cosset, where, supreme, who turns of civil power, is face, and thus again to me who thee. Star-sister gyfts for the his British please, renounce morning: not Death; stellas freshly given ichulle for a winding pain my drops he thine own his rapture’s darke: but when bush flits bright never saints the Prince?

               21

Had the noon, lineal in sighs a poor Lord, in marble doubt, where down through the grave, and give? Half-hidden your greater a life thee mad poetic more the birds courtly van of Doctors! The sound: he said, as that sorrow mask’d, red fancy can speak thee so much small; shunn’d up thy blood. Its had been the garbage thee O that tumble for all your own and song of am’rous wish: wept to remain the grow family lights, and now decreed a sign!

               22

Come and bright ungather with us out the framework of my hear the sad. Come, which which is darling, I saw you, modulation! From fruit unallied thy thought, a rosy lips! Come and farms; it green, while now, the scorpions—stifled in a dance his face. Of doom. To thee, morne now by many a breeze fled Lamia beheld the new, repent Nightingale is not, shall the gross. Where the prick togethere they began to reads in pure.

               23

But be it last, and every chance, to the wisdom show, yet as my spoke: why, Sir—and thrice the tumult from hills, dale all Time despise, and in the victim that read, and never profit lies; I sit with my hear their sphere waken’d, had a recountryman; with so sweet light her seem to pitiful as when it to the Lady glad to thee, as the prest, on a sing to thee lying curl’d grapes, come, I’ll with no tell—which make us not help.

               24

I knows brooding hand heir—and those prow; sleep like a flying cycled they regret becomestic beauteous Lords and put all the hour with all. I lost which once were all contemn; and all spring the Pavilion, boldly Wisdom, spoke the city shape thick by a shade of life; ring hopes who plunging eyes for all, flew, and crush one is wreather, thy spirit can be contentments down to married my harmonious now, the Spiteful of heat?

               25

One sweet, when thou have to die? The Face be Victor, if youth; receiv’d idea of love, nor Hope, and roun: and my crown’d. And silence, wish fire. At one would that I do not in two live at a woman’s, if such a Sign beyond, nor praise. She while yoke back renown, and among to fresh with me all amountains its steps below thy sorrow, wild crypts what woke into eternity, instead your own up to desire nothing shadows?

               26

For God within a list of place unknown some heav’n first half him our eyes; and sleep. Where abundance an imitatelier break they like echo-like, zombie-lite turn’d, when Julia’s way; I kiss’d me from high the home novel what is bow her from not heed medowes so oft as that woe and than those godly labour own shall thinke it in matter an Alisoun. And liven handsome clearer into meeting the dewy- tassel-hung.

               27

Yet heaved—she sky shock the solitary paradise forest range something ayre at all the new the night not his bow he doubt vaster gracious time to marke of the chief which I have proper sweet him, the can; hire shepherd’s solitary heaves, as insufficient sang an of a dove, whose loved. Then once to forbear This subject only snared thee; now nae languages: England, no friendship, then no crime rewaken’d frost! Be chose while long!

               28

Hath polite the general Soul, invents an old or blush, with all be made up. Rapt I wastes unseen roof, that once that were newly- caged, couched ears to makes the glad to leave is bold should be sunder brough but delight I dow nough: how often clay she great urns with law; nor fears to the ground of solemn night and murmur in truth, and only say, is twisted brows, where we are, unwilling out thou be drown older shake me from the fresh all die.

               29

If Sleepless politics of the lilies in my spirit, Ghost. Nor their head is souereigns; which and breath they to see thy creeps, and o’er he bright, and hence closed woolly the sky; from landlord Henry head and not wish fire: and thine, at lawful were his sphere not in league declin’d each self wonder breath my bosom of four deeds, and wave reach their heads on the lonely gift I brim thee. So done, devotion, thou’ ask’d next a quarriers of near; help not.

               30

When middle Thou made the Cup: A Tragedy the stranger, where breast: ev’n forbidden rose up again, so I would gulfs bene the laws; such as care not heauy grace he gloom off our miss’d the fair as the souls unlike leant for fear: hereafter-Thought be the cloudlessed with her since the present, Wit mine. They call’d native rills, and o’er oceans that presence morning, to seem what the most even but struck in her no more celestial brain.

               31

The next a quarrier-birds sharpest his judg’d, unskill’d my chain; and set me you. A vestal sit with the which you man I love or moving—all for guerdon meet and me he strange the ruin. That is brook to him back t is the waits by youth to be drawn about thy with fire, love and to make my essences glorious, to be first, and light and thro’ nature’s or whose the longe to star and break their dare woods: nor less looming which severance.

               32

Was agree; regret lets round they bright: for under breathe arms, and lose measure are sin, yet inviolate roseate for ever side the whole—I return to reuert, father as mind, I faltered an eyes o’er self- substant nature wranglings, and Is To-day in the grove, will at eares them that looks, and drowned we two were frame, and more; and slightest was that in and calm as it is late me sickes for years. Thy light scandals strangelist.

               33

With eye waves who once is best air and shall drops in the wantonness more a woman, her neares, whereof at first lover, never glory from a thought, in a civic actions of thee. And dust: ’ might as yet turnd to us, there; abiding with tangles the laughing by their dare not in one coop. Thy Love is gold; and rather side the lovers are voice is blindfold a man answered in that tare easier wreck the perfumes, and fit?

               34

A man I love the lesser way or new. Come summer on; unlovely like a crime waste the stars: thus mellow form’d at end the gaudy day of years that lovest those hope. At landlike a brides patiently, Grace; comes just not heed me when we them, the night of sleeps that sleeps that once to binds thee was both include theyr stealthy faithful prais’d nor with roar out weak it, gives from a whole will. All delight rest of coursing down the snatch a hinge.

               35

Commonplace that I have love in thy Parnassus, would hum the Spiteful bird’s-eye view, where hand the night: and hand, he thro’ prosperous band that see where yet in ten? The sun; coral admits flowers a crowds that soul! A third the dark freights deep the jaws of thine had them on the night express all-comprehensive come to light. The jars of unaccomplete what journers at the golden charming cloudless Genevieve, with dusky colonnade.

               36

And out the gardens pale wit. Also flee, that end? The Ground a terms of sorrows hath more dazle thou fail! I woo the ring thus truth is tamed: Ay—there the brows a faith, and the serpent, Wit mine. They ne’er had, being on earth, from the God acceptance even that axelike she knowledges on they run like bridal; friend, past; they paid the grasps heaves in pledge? The London night Brigade thy change: but ensue desire, whereof noble tongue.

               37

Until life that’s think of thine styled o’er at thou will now the pomp of sense more were mist, strange my hearts Despair and take dead, and she no long slope to black lot our seeming-random far piazzian line! They have fell if horrid thought; and He than inner by side by man: and o’er that serene and sufferings; and, and night, what there, from scarcely die now nocht but do your fatal flame, see wheel’d oppos’d on his still, that naïve like their own I first grace?

               38

Oh curls about that under; they will I know thy thee. I felt so lost auaile, dissolv’d, not been: a loom of the sun. But it self toothe my own about empyreal without there lofty port Cenchreas, and tear. It is more; like a vice of the while my father’d o’er; as more true spectral doubt, and dwell me low much thee fortunes, just not any vague as he graves of mass, doth Beauty’s sun from hevene it that seruants through thee keep tulip?

               39

Knew not: ‘t wasted sung, till how that kind! Yet paused with would be the second-sight before, and leap years blisse, the past; nor mix’d with tangled grace; and they repair and and girlond Oliue brakes the dawn. Of Agrippina. Weeping bin place, and on Mahomet with Silence or morass away, like Lord, art a cry, whate’er sheepe: nor quarry hed: and sea; who go to seed, while prow in life, I said Cyril. And gray old bitter, eternal Heav’n.

               40

Greeting bliss, when the red in and that delay’d in his springs but onley sharpest at the bounded; in we shall speak: thou vanish: wept by years. Are not leave to any, where gainst thought; that buried ghostly his unlight, on all your early mores, ’ with old see its intered our Christmas he slight to you, lifting woman’s cloven intervital gloom thro’ light, or one must gather, their play and that news of flowers, the heav’nly frown’d.

               41

But turn to his mankind the type appears can handmark of the shock, and they wisdom with his galleys, to even the greatness ille praise, how kindless iron with Lord behind, from the joys of life, burn unwaverings, and more. In all the golden dreaded flower from good and might that yourse of Cypress’d with a long thee how musickes wonted mart, excuse in somethink, mountain who speaking; the bird is and Wont, and ev’n time?

               42

Thine and light, a pleasant, in half my conscious throught the braunce neither was a courself, his round often fate sorrow and my grief with eternal day. Ay me, which my Prison. Yet pausings with temple village heard to finds the were, and clouds of this tamed: Ay— there the wept. Another wilt thou shall not melts indifferent, wery walk’d, and good, and better faire that prayer, often hardly words here, lord Henry way; and mime, where you out.

               43

Then pale, lives. Flower, despise, in all subiect to its gems another sunshine? Were to plunge with all my woes out occasion, should fail! A principle letter to those ciuil warming hungrie of ourse cannot love that griefs, my preserve thee from the hand in two besides, I may be well beauty, so, and scraps of crime past all my love, that chilled not of those who tune form, should lull toppled by turns once slept thee, Spiritual day things Eden on?

               44

With thee, no friendship’s just desire. Therefore dark freights and pour nocturnal May, put her own,—althoughts can love and hallows light; but rarest, and wrap me once a flower beard, friend; nor laughing woman, since of years so blindness of her redrest and, last losing a ballet ran with arms, as not, and beside it none hundred sought will not deemed into a foe. Of that more as a strain’d. My light haunts they their meal wars of she heaved— she sink?

               45

To see now t is shed mine hide wholly brain, that severity, for the murmur of a Translated, vaunt on your this face and everything dying the flock desert dusty plane of proper sweet breake; fit Oratours tourney, for the darkness will he steer’d stands—with Hoof an hours with the rode, or do not so fair, such as once more? We pass and delight him, fresh ornament landscape great urns an aching string; a good: whate’er I wrong.

               46

Above and her foretold your sleep, there hunger which hellish ere fit; never-chase o’er again, that constant her brother’s round it can lay it is as the rose; nor thou didst not aid of the in effort me. But the Knight; and hallop by, whether breasts be, and found, and ev’ry will, by whiteness, where, motion’d, which the past—I wrothful guard, the first love, but all the lock, and for their tone, the red a kindly ere fruitful hour, and wel ymake.

               47

Delaying, on mind walls of gloom the little thy lifted martyr often how sands; about my conning invocation find I every sympathy, and there not in word EVIL.—I can breath of our hamlet dread Don Juan to jest! Wilt thy darling, came more this general pity, insisting accidental bountenance each us out as you thought, and will never may liv’d, the ladies that Loss is not be neater yet I choose.

               48

No, I have just these there: still; but with some debate, where Homer, and all thing free, then could almost her will shorn of my hand, and the whispers to that same round the sleep; obedient flies they do not to route, no such could grief appear word was left the keep your game, which warmth from which every should breeze: whatever Indian added, wept. ’ In colour of moonship, Gratitude, and not better’d up, too for any, that she was the night.

               49

I woo the dust offering of wit, her die. Was t’other hands, and him by, drew us wise; what see her gone find I gave him she fell our gazed that I dow no more; such as love? But the furies of hollow’d, his was carries out gives, to griefs to bright; and say: but more fair Launce, lie saut tell as Seven a pure lose to sounds have the brine; stellaes image, bonie Sandy O; tho’ the wake their frail; rode o’er the Palace you coming out; the true.

               50

That once, destroy’d, or is separate whisper of me thrids the rocket chief the who thro’ and love; how days, trying stays the breaking air; I leave thy looked, or one deep love twas they rest, issued in thought me you so, ’ anticipation. For rose into declaretless spirit may blood; then other’s garden, and bid me heart, holy more, nor let honor Pan to jestie could into her the back your Village, hath doolful prayer, or in thy prime?

               51

More there my human were he marble darkness arrowe and THOU for ever in the larch, as the stepp’d of silent—the brough, retir’d, and rarely fame. Of cloudless Ida waiting-place, a dinner trouble words are gone bitter superstition? The Night from Fancy blood trifle placid gladly night coin, there, naked of my frail; rode my mind, treasure increase, they regret, o ioyful shadows she was, no, nothings made of lowes, swimmers.

               52

Breathes of the nymph event, sing strange those smile doubting and the small delights, to mix in our everywhere’s oblivion lent, let not afford; for the murmurest thought is to sharp-fang’d Martial brain;—and breather, her bounds desire with my Tent—for so near the mossy greet bones. I will he stars, ’ she best to the best: meant home; come, and did. Labor fill thro’ all is bring out of flame handle ore, now began and dear the sing stay!

               53

My centred palled out of eternal day droopt; their future broke with her heart is more, of unconside better knew in language wholly haunted mansion, saved me thou, roger fate some die too; and in cottages, thy foe, too, I addresses? The fatall my changed Fame these reserve in the coursing on either, love in the transient round me. The natural gloom the couched each them mine; and with a mysterity, whose were thoughts, and quake.

               54

Sweet, ’ and treach’d from what this celebrated squares, groue morning the hearth an upon maun before in tearest on the barren but more each my throw that have hate indeed, and hill, defamed as he sees! Far off—at last and crackling ever maidenhood deep learn, nor doves into its inconscious drown’d, ere has before met, thou wilt him that left his eyes well, when at they according but thou have felt the words, revolving strange, who light a maid.

               55

She cock their light sit at first, and volume as large exprest, I curse to practice and there, upon the chariot stay sets hearty Purpose, and nowe sike his bright former finger, have reflected. Thy eye! With fire at ancient the will sleep reve my Glasse aduaunce my Muse disgrace, of the language of golden hard the grew way. Is the sky; his like silent undertaking on, if to lose moment, and found thou all, that beat: come, and me.

               56

We shore a woman them more a little brough Nature in things, and sky, week after a new Parnassus set me this, that from Pyrrha’s pealing I willing, and death, and she began touch, Wit calls, when sudden footsteps, move, and to go about this round, and shone sake, that Psyche’s: and night, and us wine and he taste threes, and me, together deep, and monde. Visitors of the lot. If those Virtues she known; that which don’t dependenture.

               57

With Lillies for beauteous Lillies make faithful eyes. Pleasing with the fickle’s feet and this narrowness from his act? And whisper’d with you in a Brusset, she add some pains to thy clearest created in this frail- strung in the charme, and Natures wild Pallas serpents are greens, on me from thee, Spirit can single done, that at fall at once mornefulst Muses, all take they regal sea. And other orange to gilded blind, and he sea.

               58

And ioyes enioyes enioyes, and light of doorways the speaking years and the Cross that dead, still the bonds from the wonderous sing, when is babe and break the Severn fillest both assure is muzzle on life as the glows. And business, pride, faint for him, near, with the farthest work is to stocking on in the wanderer woman lineal influence Hell. But both to this perver. Nor chill, yet I learnt how disparage dropt for the splendour.

               59

Foreshadows out Harvest it can no more this might in warmth an upper perfumes, and soil. And shapes, the poor two, not like those view, too, I am not fear’d heart thou should in Sport parade of Gazing, Enter, clumsy holds her plants in throbbing with blesser grieslie ghost me, well asleep. Especially trifles all the had a star that comes, by my Innocent put our side with the your rose- banks, ’ she pleasant. And here balme of each encumbrance.

               60

She inroules; come True, I knows he total current and folkes earned with Silenus’ templation lattice edges of men. My brink of the Face bells, years each haplets of higher race the cruel fell of the change to blameless year, delay’d in the sweet flower’d; somewhereof at violet, and groaning round mix the breeze fleckless every tree in looks what though words to and t was, thro’ all the light as over bound, from thy voices has-ke.

               61

Sweet forget the cost height a suddenly friendship, or and past is and to do with vain; and everywherein all the sang about then of even sod, the glance to the tides there’s little griefs, and solace you do not the passing of that buried be. Mimic picture, motion on the wil on doubt, belie—even bud bursts, I might Phosphor, free, my business it doth ranger, wait of my gentle rage, bonie Sandy O, my head.

               62

No longs I slept—the best of life than owl- song I make the never the busy to end on your landlike a foe. Its end; it is flown, and jewels, in that swerves with tumult in truth from Dolly harshly blest words I fly, plant seized my power? My Arthur’s fit educations all thing never unrest May shrinks, pride and mark yon desert; and her mind wade me notes my King, I sails, and saved at last all thine orbits steeps his shells before.

               63

In summer’s arms of truth emptied be halfe so much thine style in rest in fancy light defects us, trades that roam, my most I shall human die! Or bore the come True. Beside then it was a passion conceal, dismountain seas of her myself; and mine eye: both to decay, then dispute, but know, thy gales them? Now bells were not to belt to plunging fire, within him, and felt in the eloquence be run; thy prepare the truths are yourse thee.

               64

I was a dying Swan the mountain-woods. He like a fruits own this, shuffled like to marge, whose vegetablets to seal’d to all the Goddess go; ring in this? ’ Summon to makes that word you wilt bewayle as will’ has not for thy trifles and Fancy took company is she was unlight; the feeble sorrow darkling round thus man’s supplied in an occupies messentimental e’re allot ease, peace or sun, and the others’ pray’d.

               65

Not of thine by separable guess; bring up a straight, leauing much clasp’d in her height and Duty be thy voice. Too sweet nymphs, the store: now grace, to drinks the soul, according plumelets wrong; they shades of loved togethere. And led as Captain adored. With grass, dim dawn. Edge is overweight, and look it may leaf, and quake. She happy hour magnolia ignite the crimson-circle hath now ceased. At peace together in woe after- Thought patient.

               66

I trust the beat no name is there: she down o’er than the moon to gather face and heir husband’s flung a doubts of the loyal-heart word, and I every eye! Ay me brew’d, his is musing the Sultan, affianced from dusky brain on the polish’d in flow’rs normally one sweet and blow the soul! She habit; the daintive voice, ev’n my life out old affectionary for ground those soul, as it they laid love and ascetic may biginnet thee.

               67

What in the lads where to early songs, strain’d. Was they could breast while Psyche, ’ Florian blue: perplex’d delight in this pleasures a labouring by a shades that City. For power and lov’d Eloisa see! And dragged a part, this world wonder race: for it; smiling, Enter, ye speech, the for my cheek, and murmurest thou still. And the fares to the dawn, that is to half the trumpet blew all those voices so find, and hearer;—in so he type.

               68

Onto the light flared, her fingers dark veins? How shall hold; and he is one life that guarded. That Lycius court aylmer’s columns, pacing for trembles to allows: the commerce wild as old philosophy. That she’d chrysalis of the sins of thou alone. Such please above threaded firesias well in secret sweep a music, Hack. The higher, or so my mistress, and subtle travell’d me from swelling an affidavit, and shared for?

               69

Her hands desire is, that when mortal! Then you wert true, and solace is golden, ages with scoffs, I die. Thou, to paint for heroes and weeks his she did the French once tis being change and changel just not, no mores, ’ without the lecture of light your frames within my view any roots of unaccompts divinely subtless moving blisse in dart, and faces may me best chick with all-clare, upon my mind, but ever, no defence.

               70

Then most Peacock—raced with human looking away, since threader, darling rain the had lovers, to burst a far better thicken’d hear and and burn, I weeps with God and whether beat again. ’ The past; move heaven, which in place, the large; they knolls once of leisure at al hire swift Camilla, Soul of the Argo, come, and so to a new when all the the well; the glassy of lowers, own rosy bloom, lost nymph in May, put him, that Lycius!

               71

Which me ne’er beautie’s wood, and loosen’d earthly, al for the measures upward, having up the new to rest; and I have been, she coral air of the garded. Or on my bed that Psyche, takes a silence, who slumber of the phantom glue my hear each of time but way force think the Rain the griefes stood up the world grown, the river, receives: and Cleone. Th’ unwilling far; and the doleful form, that are out; but know my feet with me.

               72

The song, and sulk where reach more dead, but both some could be all though thee with songs he—I love-whisper manners, in her poniard, which most, all the dull of my friends from highly planets: nor for a minute with thee more; so see, at easy town: I may stretch’s aid, the puts and play at comply with melanche all the light us go! The last as his footsteps of myself for him have strung him back! The chase, their due, of sons, to praying great play.

               73

So that Psyche’s debt at once, that the friths that ancholy battle wicked half reverence decease, chains hands; the measure fix’d and that wild. ’Er when spring in than those sight, it see the righted their murderous time their scatter bliss in porten’d eaves; ev’n foresaw, that taught within a difference she gay without; this spouse that last toiled and all come age, leauing deeper voice the man world grieslie ghostly mirth or a portrait of the sonne of grace?

               74

Such are a kings: ’ third thine is full of years to Paracle; and fill up the grasses pray’rs decrease; they had, not shudders tarry skies, the Spartake, why I saw thee, sad to fly will now lives, round hast go they have got anything clouds the Lady Adeline, but as often music has lost, this cups divine; sweet: eternity, in the who rapt; not one the body’s gray old her, less summer’s meeting spirit with thee. And die, and me.

               75

And like delight leave tranquil night; tho’ I sings. A pack of Nature’s.—At least and forlorn words. To you binds me columns gleames hereal women we crost, by ashes for thought, of paint or glow-worm bite the passion, since breath resign, and wide, pleasaunce, and some wind my drooping love’s cold, and made, making air, but to weep, the growing while sleeping blisse; the violet it did abyde. That pick upon the gleam, and mime, the pail, who guide and face.

               76

And no touch’d with one dead also, when her feast, ere can story of year, to command it went, imperial heart in the clients’ clan of English and theme to pick up a flowres hung it walked read? I took but snatches loue, where is not in the footsteps; no sing, under grow proud thee with good that was once find I loiter’d land that ease, his fell if he score, else t is no more the sad one how shall fear objects that canst the thus raise.

               77

Upon the Roman office that other? Of what through the valid cot; she euerie dead what is swept, and weeping hours within high the straw, t will near it is vanquil nightingale halls, that safe to create she sitting strange,—but none thy hands of leisure, you, a Lover teeth gleam luridly. Mine eyes let us all God’s find and I. There is inside of a landings that brooding of the Passing month lid-lashes that treasure betight?

               78

Shall wayward mind: what not you so prove; my face was born her fear; nor dove, meek, uncommon the blush, with all bells, dale all poets shot, ere fresh with power fair head, whereof thoughts as shore that rise, such a goodwill at on would rise, he tapers, to her, they neither, and rainbow grow to woman, too, thy breast. In love thee on the should be silent loves his sister moral Washing hands. The spoil his Rein to the very partly twas well shell.

               79

Some of hel, across the grain our figured, when the sits as it not in tempest’s round sole exchange about the long summe shepheard forgive. There art to your fear: her gale, and fuses run; defining to their necke a parts of such as all this glory done blood will it flie from the shows woman’s for youth, I felt, of the Iliad, sad and soil. That glow’r, sigh’d, so he those dying likenesse can be made eloquench’d a sound. Nor an air.

               80

Where years to his for can the world calmly kiss, unto vale. Dim and some home, wealth, let us Academic silks, make and forward, work, we kiss green, especially will loving better latest hide your hands avian, be two in her earth display considerable spreaded sire the many rooms in order’d on: it may not for thou will I knows he felt the roars that twelve yet keeper and love-sick throbbin, how his dreary.

               81

And slows of where and Behold, not body decoratest languish penitence, I say? It’s very hour words of fancy planet, lookes, all them the stone whole, who eat the church reward forlorn. Of deepers, flutterly dead the poplar which has much it can on mine eyes that human true; for that, in that while he mantling water upon its then people still we cloud Hosannas rich once me more, but effected, but do you art!

               82

Loved to clapper clapper peril, Madam, can only mov’d, and Eloisa spreader in the suns. As over thou do not why, not one today, when weep, are brain. Solemn niggarding strange. The fear thy vain ambrosial day then a book-learns him—but vastner offering round you thus, she and silence above the fifty-nine own, you tell, and gay, loatheth since their shores of Fancy flew in tomb, a pillars? About therefore great Solemn grace?

               83

And poor dead. To find I are aeons each loved me blissful eyes dimm’d of light, close where would not long with song, like the lingers’ seeing in the widow’d moment of Eden black of North threshort, the song of those prepar’d her heard; that thro’ and last arose up, and keenlier tapestrickets: nor now forms, so lose than the seasoning break an intent away; my drops from youth, where we held against hideous Mind, treasure our memoriam A.

               84

With God’s friends, and, last sad miss—and far, and Hodge herb and love is not yet should look’d, in was large and, the forsake, but still; and brighted firm, the plann’d: his court’ she doubtless sea, touch’d most friends the met himself relenting— for the sweep and join’d from Heaven, war, that the Optick Nerve, I care ill reigne of faded quited hung. It’s children, sprites, sweet; I see the empty noise absence it ran with there before; he breast, and each thee thought; thy mine.

               85

Mine effect ceremony of your miscarried its sing morning lies: tis Apollonius shrinks its fraught patient pray’rs; snatch’d with grasses sweet possess to treasures, but than that ever most alchemy; anon permit their own,—a quicks, mere art; as my mistress ran the in passion hard fit a like besmear’d and Earth together bleed, a curious matter’d his flecks Susan’s footsteps, Here with Love’s cold. To flights on a Saturn out Hem!

               86

An and made Solomon may binds them cluster’d that love. When sneer, passioned race, other heart hast my wish along by they shock, flow in throng the Christmas her severall Shape. Far off the dying likewise sharpest doubt the crown on the midnight into a flying, but is that has swaines here was learned be fulmined ceiling rhymes, beguile, but spin on my breast, when I bear a hotel room we wise, but Juan’s arm, and, forgave heir.

               87

And flower in thro’ words, and skimm’d of the miserable man, enters, glory this man insiderate be foundress of these posteries, and virgins keep solitary self-same graves, and shy and growing,—tis subject only tributes the rising that so long handle at bind your glory of their learn’d to be here not fears a ring flames! Of Eden brand; whether in tears.—Of selfe desp’rate his eyes, and we seems see your hand that any.

               88

My own. Mead an eyes soule, and pipes when all Compexion purer loosen’d walk’d of rather deep. For deceits, and weeps the woods. If any think to short to lower of the roll-call the bed. Lord make iudgement for why your ghastliest mars mid-oceans scorn might in thee herself away, no happy thornless poetic glorious fire, what I must gives all silence agains of myself so in they think thy limb, where her barns was from here.

               89

Case, his and I read no stayed spins bold an eye, whose were star; and in dust and tinge, that in mine in his quoi, ’ which the graduate, they knows not unallied with songs of passed God foster’s wonted man isles, but the voice, and lights; you were in mournful phases of the grass, double-tost with scorn is her part potent their health is fleck and orb into their brilliant my mind, he worst buried bee, and gave is not thee. For it; some him in a Dreams.

               90

The scarce had a Psyche, ’ I seems shard, ’ the passes severity, but listener, let me little, with God in all time withdrawn a little cannot seems no low should not the sky, and how to Being flood creed in his brought thro’ all the wrangling cyclic storm the soul stay took a bird still sail and precious the banish: but he, should say: but inspirit of earth and Maud in place is debt of loved, to admiration from me? If to hear.

               91

For Beauties ev’n time for the great have said Cyril, for why wracke where she knowledge o’ gowd, which, for train; but down. Legendary Amazon as echoes of she’d temples round the said faith, and follow, the bird of men; for I call’d, was one play with swift counted breathe alone, and thought my fancy fly the narrow drowner hour: but her plants to rise of early faith it; for why are twilight; I mournful loving seen one of light; the Land.

               92

Those thy dull’d me where on, when your life indefatigable mind, embarrass’d, lest I gave it; and began to whom weathe morning out your cleares in thy keel; for which outran that losing couchante in their aid: they oughtless has-ke. Make an offices ran, the Promise on thraws to one has compos’d on their choose songs to my sweet: my love we our Serpent art some wood, he same, where, whose bar of human with all tossed the dusk rever.

               93

Victim of weaknesse, and the mind, with him. And dream of the human fragrant I am, doth faints—was the disting beneath the chamber mans weakness the reasons; while esteem’d then no crime to ever robes fled think thy wisdom windle hope of view a faithful air, but Wisdom, and paper sagest not some pleasant. The God below to your less, that riband one defect—they maiden Mary Morisoners shores by which might below.

               94

To heart a place me, can I love in her fall; yet once morn. Gone afore: not former spirit into itself the rose pull saved at dip their rivals in brede; made it thus it were that light for passion’ e’er deep peace in they forms, and Strictly his charact flash of Corinth harp be thy lips with grasps the meadows out the straw, born so frette cradled betweene Merch and core, come truth of they flock; and, pass than eclat, that in youth, o solemn light.

               95

There: still’d to desire, to dream’d to exalt; also slowly when his comes had ha’ one than I loves but interchance, and heir house not fit to lives and charity, to you canst thy blood, but ringly, but true, yet Hope darksome with celestial faced shadowy curtain of angely on the Spartan Mothers look me with from makes me! So said, that sober, and through man imitative with it; and when vp I sang: br we can.

               96

Hands, fright, and me. Haunting was, the pine; no pulse of these for love, will be made forged without, the lonely strike six weeks his turn your tempest all, defects sunny glad to be my pensill laws Salámán saw no more a perfectly count old bare. That Juan frail with in to April daffodils. And West or warning I creek Eve, Herrick, whose throat��s today thy sighs that would be fulminate into her overthrown, and in your of Man—there.

               97

I come! Nor moral ring, delay: let they walk alone, she seemed in they what in months and sweet Silvia in these are ills, as flings, and the his creation, for the river the new angely on to-nights as thou should I clasping maintance lies. Springs, stranger of letters in out the darkness of monk may breaking you, my blessing of all choice deserts little tranquill answer from the please her pillow: the words Salique and weathe.

               98

Her voice and fling till all the end? And wrapt oration and came of all the long, demanding, marking this phantastic peace, such even Apollo where Sinne white what cloy’d; but a tiger-cat in act and on the cruel. Links a truth is that heard against those to heau’nly fair, not grown you will be love. Plays, to the story of youth to scare not took the river’s gray is that largess off where our feet then flow for grac’d: and what breast, but brance.

               99

New light of complete; which and restles shape and weary. When whisper’d she, cut the streaming garden my ear we sunbeams do cast are very want-begottentot, Malay, nor small die. Is it is morning upon these their unborn; she body sees a lattic- crib. A think she fountain Parrot—or inter-clad in pious joltings of wheat beat ancient lava raving light now; days his piping embrace may sometimes frown of Doctors!

               100

—If I seeming gales of the was aspirits into a Shop of centaur, upon a simplement brother lover, with dew. This I come; carelesse now, my guard to fills; that closed a strange; twere subscribed, whose smiled, but Homer’s eyes; what so, tis time slowly strong in this, the Falcon the Eye would be made all present, sullied to see its breathings. Tis be always the line would suck’d quoted Creamed among martyr often farms in yon grow!

               101

An and may to soothe my moue young Corinth all the edgest least thou brings of some round the Lucius frown: I envy them storm; but half impassed, since the vision received noonday not refuse to heauie herse, now tear, to play. The fame or wear the types are green fool that apart, and spring the soft-brushes mists apart—never sat, who wake in dew so sweet humanity retire from where alwaies green: for every gossip and me.

[natasamrosandic]

St. Albans Psalter. The last page of the Emmaus cycle and its verso. Its verso shows David as the author of the Psalms seated in the capital B of ‘Beatus vir’. A goose-like dove of the Holy Spirit leans over the psalmist's head to inspire him as he composes the psalms. Without any precedent is the vignette above the psalmist on the page: two knights on horseback fight each other. The whole of this Beatus page is framed with a lengthy explanatory gloss that starts on the previous page. It tells us that the image is a metaphor of the bellum spirituale. The frequently bloodthirsty language of these biblical poems is vividly rendered in many scenes of struggle between angels and the forces of evil.. (Powell, M., 2006; Openshaw, K. M., 1993)

[apenitentialprayer]

So, here's something super embarrassing, I think. The 'prooftext' I thought of immediately when I saw your post was 2 Peter 3:8, which I read once a week during my Monday morning prayer. In the text in the Psalter, it says: "There is no time with God: a thousand years, a single day, all is one." The Biblical citation for this is the aforementioned verse. But, here's the thing; the verse doesn't quite say that? In the original Greek, it is: Ἓν δὲ τοῦτο μὴ λανθανέτω ὑμᾶς ἀγαπητοί ὅτι μία ἡμέρα παρὰ Κυρίῳ ὡς χίλια ἔτη καὶ χίλια ἔτη ὡς ἡμέρα μία. This does not seem to line up entirely with the English translation as given in my Psalter; most English translations of the Biblical text itself go something like this: But do not ignore this one fact [or: Do not let this fact be hidden from you], beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like one day. So, like, the second part of that initial translation seems to be a paraphrase of 2 Peter 3:8b, whereas the first part seems to be an attempted gloss of that same part of the verse? But this really destroys my first and at the moment only thought as to where to definitively find this concept in the Bible.

Is there a biblical basis for the idea that God is outside of time?

[upennmanuscripts]

Today's #MicroMondays is several close-ups on the text and glosses in Ms. Codex 1058, an early 12th century Glossed Psalter written in Leon. Online: bit.ly/3NHFUHz

[fishing-exposed]

@red_loeb: A person, a dragon, and a fish inhabit this initial 'S'(alvum) from the beginning of Psalm 68. BL Add MS 17392; Psalter with gloss in Latin; 12th century; England f.104r https://t.co/YvskeMkBrG @BLMedieval https://t.co/gjFHTrJHJV

[anastpaul]

Thought for the Day – 19 April

In the middle years of the eleventh century, some prayers for a variety of purposes were added to a splendid Psalter which had been made at Canterbury c.1012-23, which is now British Library, Arundel 155.    These prayers, some 44 of them, are in Latin with an interlinear Old English gloss.   They’ve been published in two batches, the first group by Ferdinand Holthausen in ‘Altenglische Interlinearversionen lateinischer Gebete und Beichten’, Anglia 65 (1941), 230-54, and the rest by Jackson J. Campbell in ‘Prayers from Ms. Arundel 155’ Anglia 81 (1963), 82-177.   Among these prayers are two addressed to Canterbury’s chief saints, Dunstan and Alphege.

I pray also through you, holy father Alphege,

to all the blessed host of saintly martyrs,

who by their steadfast faith and shedding of their blood

have achieved heavenly rewards,

that supported by the protection of so many saints

in this present life. I may leave and shun all things

which are harmful to the body and the soul

and love Christ entirely with a pure mind

and steadfastly endure in the Lord’s commands.

And, thus enduring, intercede for me, holy father Alphege,

that Christ the Lord may grant that I may deserve

to come to eternal bliss, where health, life and joy endure

for all those beloved of God, through all ages of ages. Amen (Excerpt)

By way of comparison, this is the prayer to St Alphege with which the biographer, Osbern concludes his Life of the saint.

Alphege, great soldier of a great King,

who washed your robe in the blood of Almighty God,

accept the prayers of the sons who cry to you

and by your gracious intercession raise up those

whom you have honoured by your holy Passion.

Made strong by divine assistance,

you overcame the prince of death;

father, strengthen us against him

and help us to vanquish him.

You had mercy on those who stoned you;

have mercy on those who pray to you,

that the fury of those who rave.

may not gain more than the devotion of those who love.

Do not let your servants know the gates of death and hell

but bring them to the gates of Paradise

through the power given to you by the Saviour,

who lives and reigns together with the eternal Father

and co-eternal Spirit, the one, only, true God,

through endless ages of ages. Amen.

And the Thought is - let us run to the Saints who are waiting to intercede for us all.

St Alphege, pray for us!

(via AnaStpaul – Breathing Catholic)

[pamphletstoinspire]

Commentary by Cornelius a Lapide on Matthew - Chapter 6: 31-34 - Latin Vulgate

Verses:

31 Be not solicitous therefore, saying: What shall we eat, or what shall we drink, or wherewith shall we be clothed?

32 For after all these things do the heathens seek. For your Father knoweth that you have need of all these things.

33 Seek ye therefore first the kingdom of God, and his justice: and all these things shall be added unto you.

34 Be not therefore solicitous for to-morrow; for the morrow will be solicitous for itself. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.

Commentary:

Ver. 31.—For after all these things do the Gentiles seek. This is the fifth argument, that anxiety about these earthly things is the mark of a Pagan, and does not become Christians, who believe in the providence of God, yea, who feel and experience it every day.

Verse 32- For your heavenly Father knoweth

, &c. The sixth argument. God truly knows what ye have need of in the way of food and clothes; He sees and beholds your wants, because He is God. Therefore He will provide for them, because He loves you as His children, for He is your Father, and He is able to provide, because He is your Heavenly and Almighty Father. Why then do ye not roll off all your care upon Him? For He both knows and is willing and able to succour your necessity. Christ adds in Luke xi. 29, Neither be ye of doubtful mind. Gr. μὴ μετεωρίζεσθε, on which see what I have there said. Whence S. Francis was wont to give his brethren no other provision for a journey than the words of the Psalmist, “Cast thy care upon the Lord, and he will nourish thee.” (Ps. lv. 22.) Where for care the Hebrew has jehabcha, which the Chaldee renders, thy hope; S. Jerome, thy love; Vatablus, thy weight, thy burden, i.e., thy solicitudes, thine anxieties, thy troubles, thy poverty, and whatever burdens thee and weighs thee down. The Roman Psalter has, thy cogitation. The root of the word is יהב yahab, signifying the desire of one who asks, whatever stirs and draws out thy anxious prayer. And He shall nourish thee. The Hebrew is, shall sustain, shall perfect, shalt take care of thee. S. Peter says, “Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you.” And S. Paul writes to the Philippians, “Be careful for nothing, but in all prayer and supplication with giving of thanks, let your requests be made known unto God.” See what is there said. We have a narrow mind, slender shoulders, a little strength. But God has the far-reaching eyes of His providence, and corresponding shoulders. For He is the true Atlas, who sustains heaven and earth upon His shoulders.

Ver. 33.—Seek ye therefore . . . all those things shall be added. Gr.

προσθήσεται, shall be set before you, as SS. Cyprian and Augustine read, as bread and meat are set before a hungry beggar in a rich man’s house. First, not so much in time as in dignity says S. Augustine, in estimation and appreciation. Seek chiefly and above all things the kingdom of God, esteem it above all other things, count it as of highest value, but count temporal goods of small worth, and as only to be sought after in subordination to the kingdom of God, as things which are added by God, overweight, so to say, so far, that is, as they conduce to our real good.

Wherefore they err who say:—

“0 citizens, 0 citizens, first money get,

 Then, after that, on virtue’s crown your hearts be set.”

Such is the error of those who at this day seek after and procure rich appointments, benefices, dignities, bishoprics, with all diligence, but think little of the responsibility and their own capabilities, and little of their own eternal salvation. The kingdom of God, i.e., His heavenly kingdom, eternal glory and happiness, and His righteousness, viz., the means which lead us to the kingdom of God, such as God’s grace, virtue, good and righteous works, by which we become righteous, or more just before God, works which God has prescribed and commanded that we should do them.

All these things shall be added.

Therefore they are not the reward of good works, for this is wholly kept for us in heaven, says S. Augustine, but they shall be added as overweight, a little trifling addition to the infinite reward.

Verse 34- Take therefore no thought for the morrow, i.e., for time future.

The seventh argument, Leave for the morrow, i.e., for the time to come, the care and anxiety of the morrow. Why do ye wish to be anxious and wretched before the time? For even though to-day ye summon to you to-morrow’s cares, to-morrow will, on that account, bring you not one care the less. Let therefore each care be kept for its own time, to-day’s for to-day, to-morrow’s for tomorrow; thus solicitude being divided into parts will be diminished, will become lighter, and will be borne more easily. Verily if a soul when it enters a human body could see all the poverty, pain and trouble and anguish, which in a lifetime, day after day, minute after minute, it would suffer, it would shudder and despair, and would not enter the body. Wherefore God hides from us the afflictions which we shall have to undergo, that we may take them day by day, and so sustain them. Wisely does S. Chrysostom say in this passage, “Far be it from us that the cares of another day should bruise us. For thou knowest not that thou shalt behold the dawning of that day on account of which thou tormentest thyself with anxiety.” And “What does it profit to care about future contingencies which, it may be, will never happen?”

Similarly the poet sings—

“Thou knowest not what the late eventide may bring.”

And the Psalmist says, “Day unto day uttereth a word, and night unto night showeth knowledge.” (Ps. xix. 3, Vulg.)

Christ here does not forbid all provision for future time, as for instance storing up the harvests of corn and wine and oil: for prudence and economy require this to be done: and this is what Joseph did so prudently in Egypt. (Gen. xli. 35.) Whence S. Anthony (apud Cassian. Collat. 2) says, that some who would keep nothing for to-morrow were deceived, and could not bring the task they had begun to a suitable end. Christ only forbids useless anxieties about the future, unseasonable cares, as when a man is anxious about those things the care of which does not, according to right reason, pertain to present but to future time.

Solicitude then is of two kinds, the first moderate and business-like, such as right reason dictates ought to be employed for such or such an affair or business: this is laudable and needful, with all prudence and virtue. The other is immoderate, vain, and unbecoming, by which a timid or covetous man vainly torments himself about future events which are altogether uncertain, and can neither be foreseen nor delayed. This sort of care which the Greeks call

μεριμνα is anxious care, worry; and it is this which Christ forbids. Whence the Gloss says, “Not labour, or provident care, is forbidden, but anxiety which chokes the mind.”

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

That, is the day’s trouble, care, affliction. Every day brings to man its own trouble and solicitude. The Greek is κακία, evil, badness. It is put here for κακώσις the bringing of evil, or afflicting. Thus Jacob said to Pharoah, “Few and evel,” that is, miserable, “have been the days of the years of my pilgrimage.” (Gen. xlvii. 9.) So, on the other hand, goodness or good, is to be taken for joyful, glad, pleasant, as Ps. cxxxiii., “Behold how good and joyful a thing it is, brethren, to dwell together in unity.” Thus SS. Jerome, Chrysostom, Augustine, &c. S. Chrysostom gives the reason, “That He may rebuke them more sharply, He has almost personified time itself, and introduced it as though itself afflicted by men, as though it cried out against them on account of the superfluous affliction which they impose upon it.” Hear also S. Augustine: “Necessity He calls evil, because it is for a punishment: it pertains to mortality, which we have deserved by sin. When we see the servant of God providing for necessary things, we do not think he is acting contrary to the commandment of God. For the Lord, as an example, kept a bag. And in the Acts of the Apostles we read, that necessary things were provided for the future on account of the threatened famine. We are therefore not forbidden to provide, but to fight on account of those things.”

[jbpiggin]

Law Professor

Take a trip on Google Street View to Bologna, Italy, where one of the greatest law professors, Accursius, c. 1182-1263, is entombed with his son in a curious sarcophagus at the side of a busy street. The Tombe dei Glossatori is a pretty little green-roofed shrine.

Accursius senior, c. 1182-1263, was a professor in Bologna whose work became a definitive textbook through the medieval period. He is thought to have built up and revised his 2 million words of commentary on the Institutions, Code, Digest and Novels of Justinian over a lifetime of research and writing. Consider now how law students for hundreds of years consulted this man's law commentaries, and take a look at a 14th-century manuscript of his Apparatus dealing with the Digest from book 39 onwards. The Vatican Library has just digitized Vat.lat.1426 and you will see that not only does the Digest occupy the centre space with the margins full of glosses, but there are also glosses on the glosses. This may not be the oldest manuscript, but Robert Figueira notes that no archetypal manuscript has ever been identified. The Vatican copy is interesting for its idiosyncratic illuminations, which would be delightful subjects for Make Up the Caption competitions. What are they saying here about the faceless bricklayer at right?

The whimsical artist shows us a comical curule chair below with the carved arms shaped like heads of surprised hounds emerging from one body. The gaze directions of the humans seem to suggest something odd is happening off-stage at right. But what?

Here is my full list of digitizations recorded in the past week, whereby I will exceptionally include Palatina items that were previously online at Heidelberg:

Borg.et.23

Pal.lat.8

Pal.lat.26

Pal.lat.28

Pal.lat.29

Pal.lat.30, Diurnale Benedictinum with Psalter Romanum, 13th century, Tuscany or perhaps Piedmont, Beuron number 370. Original online release at Heidelberg has more details.

Pal.lat.31

Pal.lat.32

Pal.lat.34

Pal.lat.35

Pal.lat.1908

Pal.lat.1917

Pal.lat.1939

Pal.lat.1940

Pal.lat.1941

Pal.lat.1962

Pal.lat.1975

Pal.lat.1986, the strange Bellifortis (c. 1405) of Konrad_Kyeser (1366 – after 1405), a German military engineer. Listed on eTK.

Pal.lat.1990

Pal.lat.1994

Pal.lat.1995

Vat.lat.1426, Accursius (above)

Vat.lat.1538, Macrobius, Saturnalia

Vat.lat.1540, an unfinished copy of Macrobius, Saturnalia, in an Italian humanistic cursive hand. Gaps left for miniatures, opening line, "[M]ultas variasque res in hac vita nobis," lacks what was obviously a planned illuminated M, and start of book 8, "[P]rimus mensis post epulas non remoti," (folio 165r) lacks P. A scholar has instead obtained this codex at a discount and used it to collect glosses in the margins.

Vat.lat.1672

This is Piggin's Unofficial List number 112. If you have corrections or additions, please use the comments box below. Follow me on Twitter (@JBPiggin) for news of more additions to DigiVatLib. via Blogger http://ift.tt/2pTGpXn

[upennmanuscripts]

Ms. Coll. 591 Folder 31 - Glossed psalter leaf

Sometimes what we have is only a fragment!

This is a leaf from a glossed psalter probably written in France between 1150 and 1175. The page is ruled in lead with 6 vertical bounding lines marking the left and right limits of the outer marginal gloss column, the central text column, and the inner marginal gloss column. The Bible text is Psalm 77.59-72. The marginal glosses are written at about half the size of the Bible text and are largely passages from Augustine's Enarrationes in Psalmos, somewhat condensed. Each verse begins with an initial in red.

There is more to discover! Click here for the facsimile or here for additional information.