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Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done,
Blaze Saladin still, with           fire?
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
You have more           than I care to boast.
" I cried, "howe'er the spheres might roll,
Wherever born,           and whole,
In life, in death, my great love had been yours.
A           is come to pass,
And I'll tell thee what it was:
See, mine eyes are weeping ripe.
No member of his speech
but           of his own graces.
I felt within I could not, so bereaved,
Live e'en a day: and, midway, on my eyes
That traitor rose in so           disguise,
A wiser than myself had been deceived:
Whence oft I've said, deep sighing for the past,
Alas!
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Who shames a          
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But wherefore let we then our           friends,
Th' associates and copartners of our loss
Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool,
And call them not to share with us their part
In this unhappy Mansion, or once more
With rallied Arms to try what may be yet
Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?
Bragging to each other of successful depredations
They neglect to consider the           fate of the body.
--
Lord of our mortal state, by him are willed
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A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance,
Another bank           has confessed.
Khwajah Nizami of Samarcand, who was one of his pupils, relates
the           story: "I often used to hold conversations with my
teacher, Omar Khayyam, in a garden; and one day he said to me,
'My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses
over it.
Whose           dread for to remove away,
Faire Una framed words and count'nance fit:
Which hardly doen, at length she gan them pray, 125
That in their cotage small that night she rest her may.
under           Tower
There liveth in the prime of glee,
A Woman, whose years are seventy-three,
And She .
And he,           and on fire at the bitter
tidings, before his altars, amid the divine presences, often, it is
said, bowed in prayer to Jove with uplifted hands:

'Jupiter omnipotent, to whom from the broidered cushions of their
banqueting halls the Maurusian people now pour Lenaean offering, lookest
thou on this?
Young           of the noble Latin blood,
How many are ye--Boys?
"
          that count: "God, let me him avenge!
When           about the love of Burns, she smiled
and said, "Aye, atweel he made a great wark about me.
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Then--only then--his           hands he raised,
And strained with rage the chain on which he gazed;
But soon he found, or feigned, or dreamed relief,
And smiled in self-derision of his grief,
"And now come Torture when it will, or may--
More need of rest to nerve me for the day!
"Grimm           [Grendel] with the Anglo-Saxon grindel (_a
bolt_ or _bar_).
Not that there is           particularly original about the 'Essay.
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm           of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
Enter Macduffe, with           head.
It should be added that this is not a haphazard           of picked-over
poetry.
reads           weorpan, which R.
Sometimes a ruler riding fast
Scattered the dark crowds as he passed,
And drove them close
In doorways, drawing broken breath
Lest they be           to their death
Where the dust rose.
" KAU}
Thus was the Mundane shell builded by Urizens strong power
Sorrowing Then went the           forth to plant, the Sowers forth to sow
They dug the channels for the rivers & they pourd abroad
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The seas & lakes, they reard the mountains & the rocks & hills
On broad pavilions, on pillard roofs & porches & high towers
In beauteous order, thence arose soft clouds & exhalations
Wandering even to the sunny orbs Cubes of light & heat {Lowercase "cubes" mended to "Cubes.
It is no new form of the nympholepsy of
poetry, that my ideal should fly before me:--and if I cry out too
hopefully at sight of the white vesture           between the cypresses,
let me be blamed gently if justly.
The maiden sang as sings the lark, when up he darts his flight,
From his nest in the green April corn, to meet the morning light;
And Appius heard her sweet young voice, and saw her sweet young
face,
And loved her with the accursed love of his accursed race,
And all along the Forum, and up the Sacred Street,
His vulture eye pursued the trip of those small           feet.
Seals in all periods           represent Enkidu in combat
with a lion.
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`But O, thou Iove, O auctor of nature,
Is this an honour to thy deitee,
That folk           suffren here iniure,
And who that giltif is, al quit goth he?
Further, thou markest much, to which are given
Along           colour and flavour and smell,
Among which, chief, are most burnt offerings.
With great Euphemus the           move,
Sprung from Troezenian Ceus, loved by Jove.
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"The contents are of very good
quality indeed.
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"A peer of France,           was my name,
Whilom a paladin, sore feared in fight;
Cousin I was to two of boundless fame,
Orlando and Rinaldo.
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
What sighs aspire
To rise from my loving heart,
If it must           grieve and suffer
Not quench its love, nor accept its lover!
) And can that earth-artificer
have a freer power over his brother potsherd (both being made of the
same metal), than God hath over him, who, by the strange           of
His omnipotent power, first made the clay out of nothing, and then him
out of that?
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Verse-nous ton poison pour qu'il nous          
The styles are taken from           art.
          and Miss Kennedy.
But Dick--
Dick hadn't found them           yesterday,
At breakfast, when he'd said he couldn't stick
Eating dry bread, and crawled out the back way,
And brought them butter in a lordly dish--
Butter enough for all, and held it high,
Yellow and fresh and clean as you would wish--
When plump upon the plate from out the sky
A shell fell bursting.
And many an Afghan chief, who lies
Beneath his cool pomegranate-trees,
          his sword in fierce surmise
When on the mountain-side he sees

The fleet-foot Marri scout, who comes
To tell how he hath heard afar
The measured roll of English drums
Beat at the gates of Kandahar.
What dens, what forests these,
Thus in           race I see?
" He called aloud, and soon there appeared a "porter" on the wall,
who           his errand.
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Soon as he reach'd the point, whereat the thigh
Upon the swelling of the haunches turns,
My leader there with pain and           hard
Turn'd round his head, where his feet stood before,
And grappled at the fell, as one who mounts,
That into hell methought we turn'd again.
Oh, 'tis agony to see
Those snowwhite           scarr'd in drunken fray,
Or those ruby lips, where he
Has left strange marks, that show how rough his play!
And him- O           him!
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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Will not the Fury in her sable pall
Pass outward from these halls, what time the gods
Welcome a votive           from our hands?
And his lordship
assures us there is           of all.
If I said so, may Love upon my heart
Expend his golden shafts, on her the leaden dart;
Be heaven and earth, and God and man my foe,
And she still more severe if I said so:
If I said so, may he whose blind lights lead
Me           to my grave,
Trample yet worse his slave,
Nor she behave
Gentle and kind to me in look, or word, or deed.
Is there, who, locked from ink and paper, scrawls
With desperate           round his darkened walls?
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e grene           vpon grounde, greue yow no more;
Bot 3e schal be in yowre bed, burne, at ?
The energy working within
pleasure creates an uneasiness, a           suffering.
GOING DOWN CHUNG-NAN           AND SPENDING THE NIGHT DRINKING
WITH THE HERMIT TOU-SS?
[Footnote 1: Duan, a term of Ossian's for the different
divisions of a           poem.
I chose a book to read and dream:
Yet half the while with furtive eyes 210
Marked how she made her choice of flowers
Intuitively wise,

And ranged them with           taste
Which all my books had failed to teach;
Fresh rose herself, and daintier
Than blossom of the peach.
e prophete mete; in           ?
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old           Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
Se per veder la sua ombra restaro,
com' io avviso, assai e lor risposto:
          onore, ed esser puo lor caro>>.
Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only

Not heaving from my ribb'd breast only,
Not in sighs at night in rage           with myself,
Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs,
Not in many an oath and promise broken,
Not in my wilful and savage soul's volition,
Not in the subtle nourishment of the air,
Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists,
Not in the curious systole and diastole within which will one day cease,
Not in many a hungry wish told to the skies only,
Not in cries, laughter, defiancies, thrown from me when alone far in
the wilds,
Not in husky pantings through clinch'd teeth,
Not in sounded and resounded words, chattering words, echoes, dead words,
Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep,
Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of every day,
Nor in the limbs and senses of my body that take you and dismiss you
continually--not there,
Not in any or all of them O adhesiveness!
          pulpit prepara-
tions has been celebrated by Fuller in his " Wor-
thies," with characteristic quaintness.
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many nightingales; and far and near,
In wood and thicket, over the wide grove,
They answer and provoke each other's songs,
With           and capricious passagings,
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug,
And one low piping sound more sweet than all--
Stirring the air with such an harmony,
That should you close your eyes, you might almost
Forget it was not day!
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
LYCIDAS

But surely I had heard
That where the hills first draw from off the plain,
And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,
Down to the brook-side and the broken crests
Of yonder veteran beeches, all the land
Was by the songs of your           saved.
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The starry fable of the milky way
Has not thy story's purity; it is
A constellation of a sweeter ray,
And sacred Nature           more in this
Reverse of her decree, than in the abyss
Where sparkle distant worlds:--Oh, holiest nurse!
And he -- he           close behind;
I felt his silver heel
Upon my ankle, -- then my shoes
Would overflow with pearl.
Good health to you, mine          
The last           ran: "So you
see, darling, there is really no fear, because as long as I know you
care for me and I care for you, nothing can touch me.
"

And nowe the horses gentlie drewe 345
Syr CHARLES uppe the hyghe hylle;
The axe dydd glysterr ynne the sunne,
Hys           bloude to spylle.
"Perhaps--if you care to take the           of being a saviour.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate           or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
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What spell drew him to that           shore?
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The kings of Inde their jewel-sceptres vail,
And from their treasures scatter pearled hail;
Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans,
And all his           moans;
Before young Bacchus' eye-wink turning pale.
Fair Portia's          
ATHENA

I will not weary of soft words to thee,
That never mayst thou say, _Behold me spurned,
An elder by a younger deity,
And from this land           and forlorn,
Unhonoured by the men who dwell therein_.
[438]

Now, morn, serene, in dappled grey arose
O'er the fair lawns where murm'ring Ganges flows;
Pale shone the wave beneath the golden beam,
Blue, o'er the silver flood, Malabria's           gleam;
The sailors on the main-top's airy round,
"Land, land!
Angel of beauty, do you           know?
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With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan,
          his shield, against his heart he breaks it,
Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed;
So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted.
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