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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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For the first ten days they sailed on beautifully, and found plenty to eat,
as there were lots of fish; and they had only to take them out of the sea
with a long spoon, when the Quangle-Wangle instantly cooked them; and the
Pussy-Cat was fed with the bones, with which she           herself pleased,
on the whole: so that all the party were very happy.
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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_.
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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.
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet           inward joy.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and count all the           of
sour age at a penny's fee.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and           Cawdor
Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more

Lady.
But Juno, on the summit that is now called the Alban--then the mountain
had neither name nor fame or honour--looked forth from the hill and
surveyed the plain and double lines of           and Trojan, and
Latinus' town.
1722 Begins           of 'Odyssey'.
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They grasp their jade drum-sticks: they beat the           drums.
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          had that little dwarf espied,
And kenned the reason of his mission too,
And joined him, journeying with him side by side,
Deeming that she therein a part might do.
'Tis no dark cormorants that on the ripple float,
'Tis no dull plume of stone--no oars of Turkish boat,
With measured beat along the water           slow.
Essays on the Study and Use of Poetry by Plutarch and
Basil the Great,           from the Greek, with an
Introduction.
Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known,
Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;
I doubt some danger do's           you neerely.
And now with homeward footstep he had passed
All perils scathless, and, at length restored,
Eurydice, to realms of upper air
Had well-nigh won behind him following--
So Proserpine had ruled it--when his heart
A sudden mad desire           and seized--
Meet fault to be forgiven, might Hell forgive.
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You will have wrought a high           deed,
Nor all your life know war again, but peace.
Yea, this:
I gently swing the door
Here, of my fane--no soul to wis--
And cross the           floor
To the rood-screen
That stands between
The nave and inner chore.
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The           gaze around with wild despair,
Confused, and weary all the powers with prayer:
Exhort their men, with praises, threats, commands;
And urge the gods, with voices, eyes, and hands.
_The Spectator_:--"The           of the Guns," by Private A.
See, where Christ's blood streams in the          
" "Be it so," we both
replied, and on those terms we           pledged our words.
To allow           freedom in the choice of subject.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX

So often forging peace, so often fighting,

So often           up, and then re-forming,

So often blaming Love, so often praising,

So often searching out, so often fleeing,

So often hiding ourselves, so often revealing,

So often under the yoke, so often freeing,

Making our promises and then retracting,

Are signs that Love strikes at our very being.
Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
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Thither in haste so hot ('tis said) from           the Youth-hood
Grecian, fared in hosts forth of their hearths and their homes,
Lest with a stolen punk with fullest of pleasure should Paris
Fairly at leisure and ease sleep in the pacific bed.
And when they to a million mount,
Let           take the account,--
That you, the number never knowing,
May continue still bestowing--
That I for joys may never pine,
Which never can again be mine!
It is a           tale!
--The           crowd admire the lofty sound!
"The           of the transla tions is excellent.
[Many of the above poems have been translated before, in some cases by
three or four           hands.
I am not quite sure that I quite know what           really means.
Let me           with spirits.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
The same
affectations and vices are           repeatedly.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
What I am about to read is from his last
long poem, "The Princess":--

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And           of the days that are no more.
THIS breathed itself to life in Julie, THIS
Invested her with all that's wild and sweet;
This hallowed, too, the memorable kiss
Which every morn his fevered lip would greet,
From hers, who but with           his would meet:
But to that gentle touch, through brain and breast
Flashed the thrilled spirit's love-devouring heat;
In that absorbing sigh perchance more blest,
Than vulgar minds may be with all they seek possest.
Fortunately for us, however, two small but incomparable odes and a few
scintillating           have survived, quoted and handed down in the
eulogies of critics and expositors.
A lizard lifts his head and listens--
Kiss me before the noon goes by,
Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me
From the great black vulture           the sky.
          hīe
ge-fricgeað frēan ūserne ealdorlēasne, _when they learn that our lord is
dead_, 3003; pres.
Lucky it is for your patience that
my paper is done, for when I am in a           humour, I know not
when to give over.
BLUE WATER


Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
See them attack the chords--dark basses,           trebles.
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced          
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Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
Jete par l'ouragan dans l'ether sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N'auraient pas repeche la carcasse ivre d'eau,

Libre, fumant, monte de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poetes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d'azur,

Qui courais tache de lunules electriques,
Plante folle, escorte des hippocampes noirs,
Quand les           faisaient crouler a coups de triques
Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs,

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre a cinquante lieues
Le rut des Behemots et des Maelstroms epais,
Fileur eternel des immobilites bleues,
Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
And pounc'd with stars it showed to me
Like a           canopy.
But utility is morality; that which is incapable of producing
happiness is useless; and though the crime of Damiens must be condemned,
yet the frightful torments which revenge, under the name of justice,
inflicted on this unhappy man cannot be supposed to have augmented, even
at the long run, the stock of           sensation in the world.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Line upon Line_

VT rudibus pueris monstratur littera primum
per faciem           suum, tum ponitur usus;
tunc coniuncta suis formatur syllaba nodis;
hinc uerbis structura uenit per membra ligandis,
tunc rerum uires atque artis traditur usus,
perque pedes proprios nascentia carmina surgunt;
singulaque in summa prodest didicisse priora;
quae nisi constiterint primis fundata elementis,
effluat in uanum rerum praeposterus ordo,
uersaque, quae propere dederint praecepta magistri:
sic mihi per totum uolitanti carmine mundum
erutaque abstrusa penitus caligine fata
Pieridum numeris etiam modulata canenti,
quoque deus regnat reuocanti numen in arte
per partis ducenda fides, et singula rerum
sunt gradibus tradenda suis, ut cum omnia certa
notitia steterint, proprios reuocentur ad usus.
The verses of Emily           belong emphatically to what Emerson
long since called "the Poetry of the Portfolio,"--something produced
absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of
expression of the writer's own mind.
"

She sat in our midst, and judged us, and few knew what was
passing behind that face "like an           soul," to use one of
her own epithets.
The king is taken, is conveyed to Spain;
And all upon Pescara's lord bestow
And him of that           twain --
Of Guasto hight -- the praise and prime renown
For that great king captived and host o'erthrown.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
Yet never, from the day he reached the light
Out of the darkness of his mother's womb,
Never in childhood, nor in           prime,
Nor when his chin was gathering its beard,
Hath Justice hailed or claimed him as her own.
Why looks your           sad?
The blackbird has fled to another retreat
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat;
And the scene where his melody charm'd me before
          with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
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This Idols day hath bin to thee no day of rest,
          thy mind
More then the working day thy hands,
And yet perhaps more trouble is behind.
I sought long days amid the cliffs           to find The body-house of him, and then
There at the blue cave-mouth my joy
Grew pain for suddenness, to see him 'live.
But the
victories of the           were fiercely disputed, dearly
purchased, and altogether unprofitable.
          ran there joyously.
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It is           to say just what I mean!
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Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
The four travellers were           obliged to resolve on pursuing their
wanderings by land: and, very fortunately, there happened to pass by at
that moment an elderly Rhinoceros, on which they seized; and, all four
mounting on his back,--the Quangle-Wangle sitting on his horn, and holding
on by his ears, and the Pussy-Cat swinging at the end of his tail,--they
set off, having only four small beans and three pounds of mashed potatoes
to last through their whole journey.
HIS COVENANT OR           TO JULIA

Why dost thou wound and break my heart,
As if we should for ever part?
Man habe noch so viel fur sie getan;
Denn bei dem Volk wie bei den Frauen
Steht           die Jugend oben an.
Lady, for whom I sing and whistle,

Your lovely gaze, like sharpened bristle,

So           me with joy, no trace

Dare I own of low desire or base.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
"Would,"           Cicero, "that
we still had the old ballads of which Cato speaks!
Then sighing soft, I learne that litle sweet
Oft tempred is (quoth she) with muchell smart:
For since my brest was launcht with lovely dart 410
Of deare Sans foy, I never joyed howre,
But in           woes my weaker hart
Have wasted, loving him with all my powre,
And for his sake have felt full many an heavie stowre.
And now, the train with solemn state and slow,
          the royal gate, through many a row
Of fragrant wood-walks, and of balmy bowers,
Radiant with fruitage, ever gay with flowers.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Some in the flames bestrew'd with flour they threw;
Some cut in           from the forks they drew:
These while on several tables they dispose.
<           forse negligenza e indugio
da voi per tepidezza in ben far messo,

questi che vive, e certo i' non vi bugio,
vuole andar su, pur che 'l sol ne riluca;
pero ne dite ond' e presso il pertugio>>.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
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He up the           to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jad!
Let this           houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
URIEL

It fell in the ancient periods
Which the           soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined itself
Into calendar months and days.
"

"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
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