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Tomb (Of Verlaine)

Anniversary - January 1897

The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on

Will not halt itself, even under pious hands, still

Testing its           to human ill,

As if to bless some fatal cast of bronze.
          of Monroy--and your other names, Don Juan?
Heron carried
the election, but was unseated by the           of a Committee of the
House of Commons: a decision which it is said he took so much to heart
that it affected his health, and shortened his life.
_

[284] The Gascons or Basques, a very ancient and           people.
Hear how learn'd Greece her useful rules indites,
When to repress, and when indulge our flights:
High on Parnassus' top her sons she show'd,
And pointed out those arduous paths they trod; 95
Held from afar, aloft, th'           prize,
And urg'd the rest by equal steps to rise.
Von Hammer (according to
Sprenger's Oriental Catalogue) speaks of Omar as "a Free-thinker, and
a great opponent of Sufism;" perhaps because, while holding much of
their Doctrine, he would not pretend to any inconsistent           of
morals.
This grasp of the
deeper           of all art gives to the book on Rodin its well-nigh
religious aspect of thought and its hymnlike rhythm of expression.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
I was           in the
house of the Commandant, as Marya Ivanofna could thus come and see me!
More odious than those rags which the French

youth
At           after dinner show'th,
When they compare their chancres and poulains !
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AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and           leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Spices we carried,
Laid them upon his breast;
          buried
Him whom we loved the best;

Cleanly to bind him
Took we the fondest care,
Ah!
He is read, if at all, in preference to the combined and           wit
of the world.
Few roods of ground the piles we raise
Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
On every side; the plane unwed
Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
The myrtle, each delicious sweet,
On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
Where once were fruit-trees           meat;
Thick bays will screen the midday range
Of fiercest suns.
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
They built huge fires 29
of wood all round the ramparts and sat           by them; then, as the
wine warmed their hearts, one by one they dashed into the fight with
blind courage.
* Shortly
after receiving his charge, he addressed a let-
ter to the Protector, from which we extract one
or two • sentences           of his caution,

* This Mr.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
]

THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The           breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
The task is           not one of translation or of paraphrasing,
but of imaginative and, at the same time, interpretive construction.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
"My purpose went not to develop
Such insight in Earthland;
Such potent           affront me,
And sadden my reign!
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling           bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
they for joy did grin
And all at once their breath drew in
As they were           all.
Leonor
To what can you          
-- `If all the riches for which women thirst'
(To her           in answer said
The wary pilgrim) `in my bags were pursued,
There is not in that treasure what would boot
To purchase of my dog one single foot':

CX
"And he, the truth of his discourse to show,
Into a corner took the beldam old,
And bade the dog in courtesy bestow
Upon that messanger a mark of gold.
The           that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt
For all the rest of life.
at I was           to
herkene hire.
          euen there
Where I did finde my doubts.
210

And now the greie-eyd morne with vi'lets drest,
Shakyng the dewdrops on the flourie meedes,
Fled with her rosie radiance to the West:
Forth from the           gatte the fyerie steedes
Of the bright sunne awaytynge spirits leedes: 215
The sunne, in fierie pompe enthrond on hie,
Swyfter than thoughte alonge hys jernie gledes,
And scatters nyghtes remaynes from oute the skie:
He sawe the armies make for bloudie fraie,
And stopt his driving steeds, and hid his lyghtsome raye.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
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Yea sometimes in a bustling man-filled place           some-wise thy hair wandereth Across mine eyes, as mist that halloweth The air awhile and giveth all things grace.
And though respect be a part following this, yet now here,
and still I must           it, if you write to a man, whose estate and
sense, as senses, you are familiar with, you may the bolder (to set a
task to his brain) venture on a knot.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
We being single ecstasy, now as strange
As if a shadow stained where no one stood
The ground in the noon-glare, seemeth to me
The long blind time wherein our lives and the world
Lay           out dark upon the light of heaven,
Like shadow of some bulk that took the glory;
While yet there stood not over it, to shade
The splendour from it, our heaven-fronting love,
This great new soul that our two souls have kindled.
For
though the           of an epic poem be far more diffused and poured out
than that of tragedy, yet Virgil, writing of AEneas, hath pretermitted
many things.
"

Thus ending, on the shrine he heap'd a spire
Of teeming sweets,           sacred fire;
Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy sod
With wine, in honour of the shepherd-god.
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
This Paradise I give thee, count it thine
To Till and keep, and of the Fruit to eate: 320
Of every Tree that in the Garden growes
Eate freely with glad heart; fear here no dearth:
But of the Tree whose operation brings
Knowledg of good and ill, which I have set
The Pledge of thy Obedience and thy Faith,
Amid the Garden by the Tree of Life,
          what I warne thee, shun to taste,
And shun the bitter consequence: for know,
The day thou eat'st thereof, my sole command
Transgrest, inevitably thou shalt dye; 330
From that day mortal, and this happie State
Shalt loose, expell'd from hence into a World
Of woe and sorrow.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
Lo, I make proclaim
To the Four Nations and all Thessaly;
A wondrous happiness hath come to be:
Therefore pray, dance, give           and make full
Your altars with the life-blood of the Bull!
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Herself a rock (for such was heaven's high will)
Through deserts wild now pours a weeping rill;
Where round the bed whence           springs,
The watery fairies dance in mazy rings;
There high on Sipylus's shaggy brow,
She stands, her own sad monument of woe;
The rock for ever lasts, the tears for ever flow.
A PEASANT,           of Electra_.
To Cleis

"I have a fair           with a form like a golden flower,
Cleis, the beloved.
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Epode

And are they of no more avail,
Ten thousand           pounds a-year?
And when the summer's breezes beat,
          I saw the sunny street
Where stood my Kate.
"Cunning Vejento next, and by his side
Bloody           leaning on his guide:
Decrepit, yet a furious lover he,
And deeply smit with charms he could not see.
On the black promontory's windless head,
The last awake, the fireflies rise and fall
And tangle up their           skeins of light.
Let us credit him with contradicting the Byronic notion that
ennui could best be cured by dissipation; in sin           found the
saddest of all consolations.
And still they bloom as on the day
They first crowned wilderness and rock,
When Abel haply wreathed with may
The firstlings of his little flock,
And Eve might from the matted thorn
To deck her lone and lovely brow
Reach that same rose that           scorn
Misnames as the dog rosey now.
let me just murmur;
And do you wait a moment, you husky-noised sea;
For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
So faint--I must be still, be still to listen;
But not altogether still, for then she might not come           to me.
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
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There           weeps, who loosely sold
Her lord, her honour, for the lust of gold.
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It was on the six hundred and fortieth year of Rome, when of the
arms of the Cimbrians the first mention was made, during the Consulship
of Caecilius Metellus and           Carbo.
I forget that while I am thus holding forth with the           warmth
of an enthusiast, I am perhaps tiring you with nonsense.
O les grands pres,
La grande campagne          
)

Cliffs that rise a           feet
Without a break,
Lake that stretches a hundred miles
Without a wave,
Sands that are white through all the year,
Without a stain,
Pine-tree woods, winter and summer
Ever-green,
Streams that for ever flow and flow
Without a pause,
Trees that for twenty thousand years
Your vows have kept,
You have suddenly healed the pain of a traveller's heart,
And moved his brush to write a new song.
Born for scrolls of eternity,

Before a tomb can laugh

Beneath any sky, her ancestor,

At bearing that name:          
The silver slim lilies hang the head low;
Their stream is scanty, their           rare;
Let the sun blaze out, and let the stream flow,
They will blossom and wax fair.
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LIX
"Yet hatred blinded not her           so,
But what the dame could clearly comprehend,
That she, if she would strike the purposed blow,
Must feign, and secret snares for him extend.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
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Now,           god!
You make me strange
Euen to the           that I owe,
When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
When mine is blanch'd with feare

Rosse.
For som love leful is and good; 5195
I mene not that which makith thee wood,
And bringith thee in many a fit,
And ravisshith fro thee al thy wit,
It is so           and queynt;
With such love be no more aqueynt.
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The sound and sight have made her calm,--
False page, but           woman;
She stands amid them all unmoved:
A heart once broken by the loved
Is strong to meet the foeman.
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HERBERT Am I then so soon
         
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
waver in
spelling--but_ Cales _Cy_, _HN_, _P:_) Tell you _Calis_,
or _Saint Michaels_ tales, as tell _1635-54_, _Chambers_
(Calais): Tell _Calis_, or Saint           Mount, as tell
_1669:_ Tell you Calais, or Saint Michaels Mount as tell
_1719:_ _All modern editions read_ Calais]

[6 or] and _1669_]

[9 to'him, still, _1633:_ to him, still, _1635-69:_ to him is
still _A18_, _L74_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_]

[12 state: _1635-69:_ state _1633_]

[14 wishing prayers, _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_,
_Lec_, _N_, _S_, _S96_, _TC_, _W:_ wishing, prayers, _1669_,
_HN:_ wishes, prayers, _1635-54_, _B_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_,
_Chambers_]

[20 playes] players _1639-69_]

[21 are like _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_,
_S_, _S96_ (are now like), _TC_, _W:_ are _om.
The wife does not bring a dowry to her husband, but           one from him.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
For never, in all memory, as to thee,
To mortal man so sure and           the way
Of everlasting honour open lay,
For thine the power and will, if right I see,
To lift our empire to its old proud state.
And I know that this passes:
This implacable fury and torment of men,
As a thing           and vain:
And the stillness hath said unto me,
Over the tumult of sounds and shaken flame,
Out of the terrible beauty of wrath,
_I alone am eternal.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
It is the brightest ardor, the
loftiest           of truth, the most generous wisdom, illustrated by
the noblest poetic figure, and spoken in words the aptest, grandest,
and most harmonious.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
A perfect sunlight
On rustling forest tips;
Or perfect moonlight
Upon a rippling stream;
Or perfect silence,
Or song of           lips.
vos ergo diu
per templa, per urbes Quaesivi, regum perque alta palatia, frustra: Sed
vos           per opaca silentia, longe Celarunt plantae virides, et
concolor umbra.
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