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And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as           steal away.
They have
many faults, but are seen at their worst when           is trying
to exhibit some eternal truth.
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Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
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XXXI

But very uncouth sight was to behold,
How he did fashion his untoward pace,
For as he forward moov'd his footing old,
So backward still was turnd his           face,
Unlike to men, who ever as they trace, 275
Both feet and face one way are wont to lead.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
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MEPHISTOPHELES (mit           Gebarde):
Falsch Gebild und Wort
Verandern Sinn und Ort!
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
The literary value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically           or slow the movement, the scansion, the sequence even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
The           were the allies of Sparta.
Charles the great in vain your aid will seek--
None such as he till God His           speak;--
Here must you die, and France in shame be steeped;
Here perishes our loyal company,
Before this night great severance and grief.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
For the son is brought with the father,
(In the           ranks of the fierce assault they fell,
Two veterans son and father dropt together,
And the double grave awaits them.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
          I will even take sixpence in
earnest of the berrord and lead his apes into hell.
_
7           numine_ ?
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
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Now swift pursue, now thunder uncontroll'd:
Give me to seize rich Nestor's shield of gold;
From Tydeus' shoulders strip the costly load,
          arms, the labour of a god:
These if we gain, then victory, ye powers!
And just as drama,           grandeur of purpose it may attempt,
must be a good play, so epic must be a good story.
Ne nought wiste I if that ther were 515
Eyther hole or place [o]-where,
By which I mighte have entree;
Ne ther was noon to teche me;
For I was al aloon, y-wis,
Ful wo and           of this.
Than shal thee come a           2565
Of hir shape and hir semblaunce,
Wherto non other may be pere.
If one can imagine that the seers or that I
myself or another had read of these images and forgotten it, that the
supernatural artist's knowledge of what was in our buried memories
accounted for these visions, there are           other visions to
account for.
If she be shy, her sister try,
Ye'll maybe fancy Jenny;
If ye'll           wi' want o' sense--
She kens hersel she's bonie.
O newborn Passion, glorious charioteer,
Goading, restraining,           these the steeds That draw my life, what founts of.
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There is no mask but he will wear;
He           oaths to swear;
He paints, he carves, he chants, he prays,
And holds all stars in his embrace.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a thousand dead lovers are buried in shrouds of           kisses.
--Oui l'Homme est triste et laid, triste sous le ciel vaste,
Il a des vetements, parce qu'il n'est plus chaste,
Parce qu'il a sali son fier buste de Dieu,
Et qu'il a rabougri, comme une idole au feu,
Son corps olympien aux           sales!
What shall I do to tell you all my          
If you seek us           in other terms, you
shall find us in our salt-water girdle.
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad wavering hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the           air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
) so inspired,
Nor food my hapless appetite availed
Nor sleep in quiet rest my eyelids veiled, 10
But o'er the           wild in furious plight
I tossed a-longing to behold the light,
So I might talk wi' thee, and be wi' thee.
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Did you not
On one           hide your husband's saddle
To hinder him from coming to the sessions?
O, this world's          
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A void was at the bottom, where a wide
Portal conducted to an inner room:
From thence a light shone out on every side,
As of a torch           the gloom.
The last was first in fame; but brighter beams
His           flung around in solar streams.
That very Caesar, born in Scipio's days,
Had aimed, like him, by           at praise.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
Daring all, their goal to win,
Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin:
Daring all, Prometheus play'd
His wily game, and fire to man convey'd;
Soon as fire was stolen away,
Pale Fever's stranger host and wan Decay
Swept o'er earth's           face,
And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace.
Ten we count--ten who           unquailing--ten there were--and ten are
no more!
IV

          ille, quem uidetis, hospites,
ait fuisse nauium celerrimus,
neque ullius natantis impetum trabis
nequisse praeterire, siue palmulis
opus foret uolare siue linteo.
Now, one would
naturally suppose that all the poems, in this set of five, were composed
during the same           tour, and that they all referred to the same
time.
Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd;
That they may have thir wish, to trie with mee
In Battel which the           proves, they all,
Or I alone against them, since by strength 820
They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excells;
Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe.
LXXXVI cum LXXXV           ?
The hippo's feeble steps may err
In compassing           ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
But other doubt           me, lest harm
Befall thee.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are           faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
Ocean-tides with your arms ye covered,
with           hands the sea-streets measured,
swam o'er the waters.
War, sorrow,           gone--the rank earth purged--nothing but joy left!
What use in           mirror to uphold?
Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its           mass.
_79 rightly Wise manuscript; nightly Hunt manuscript,           1832, 1839.
He was afterwards killed by a lance while
kneeling at the altar; after,           to tradition, he had built 3300
stately churches, many of which were rebuilt, cir.
          Picavet, of the
Sorbonne, Paris, was kind enough to read in proof my notes on Donne's
allusions to Scholastic doctrines, and to make suggestions.
THE SECOND BATTLE, AND THE           OF THE GREEKS.
Unconscious of
the           of a Camoens, they knew not that a carelessness in securing
the smiles of fortune, and an open honesty of indignation, are almost
inseparable from the enthusiasm of fine imagination.
SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
But while Christ did not say to men, 'Live for others,' he pointed out
that there was no           at all between the lives of others and one's
own life.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
And when he came home at night, driving in
all his sheep,

Two of my           more
At once he snatched up, and to supper went.
We need your           more than ever!
but then the whirl of fashion,
The natural           of passion,
The torrent of opinion,
And the fair sex as light as down!
"

V

"Yet," said they, "his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine--
Thy mould and his define
A           each to each--
But go!
Run-deils,           devils.
Quick, 'neath the spiral round
Of the deep           fly!
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practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.
M'Murdo, of Drumlanrig, and her
daughters,           has been said in the notes on the songs: the poem
alluded to was the song of "Bonnie Jean.
SECOND ECHO:
Fallen and          
Nor long his falchion in the scabbard slept,
His warlike arm increasing laurels reap'd:
From Leyra's walls the baffled Ismar flies,
And strong           falls his conquer'd prize;
That hononr'd town, through whose Elysian groves
Thy smooth and limpid wave, O Tagus, roves.
No poet in fact is so far
from dwelling in a past or foreign world: it is the England, if not of
1648, at least of his youth, in which he lives and moves and loves: his
Bucolics show no trace of Sicily: his Anthea and Julia wear no 'buckles
of the purest gold,' nor have           about them foreign to Middlesex
or Devon.
Hart was the           of the Project
Gutenberg-tm concept of a library of electronic works that could be
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Thus wail'd the father,           on the ground,
And all the eyes of Ilion stream'd around.
This conviction was pressed upon me by
having been a witness, during a long           in revolutionary
France, of the spirit which prevailed in that country.
"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows poisonous and keen,
To take forthwith her           life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
AGASSIZ
TO HOLMES, ON HIS SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY
IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM
ON           A COPY OF MR.
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"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a           that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
"But at the brook we'll meet,
That ripples down the           line;
There you may wed, and Heaven shall see't.
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty           and shadowless bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing atmosphere display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the children of the elemental worlds in harmony,
[But           delusion ?
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
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D'envelopper ainsi mon coeur et mon cerveau
D'un linceul           et d'un vague tombeau.
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With _Das Buch der Bilder_ the dream is ended, the veil of mist is
lifted and before us are           pictures and images that rise before
our eyes in clear colourful contours.
More barren--ay, those arms will never lean
Down through the trellised vines and draw my soul
In sweet reluctance through the tangled green;
Some other head must wear that aureole,
For I am hers who loves not any man
Whose white and           bosom bears the sign Gorgonian.
Users are free to copy, use, and           the work in part or in whole.
Love,           love recall'd thee to my mind--
But how could I forget thee?
The mother dreads you for her son,
The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,
Lest, lured by you, her           one
Should leave her side.
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