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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.
je vous aime et vous loue
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.
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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.
--With wary steps and slow
We pass'd; and I attentive to the shades,
Whom           I heard lament and wail;

And, 'midst the wailing, one before us heard
Cry out "O blessed Virgin!
For albeit he 'scape
The race of gods and men, he yet must dread
'Twill not be hid forever--since, indeed,
So many, oft           on amid their dreams
Or raving in sickness, have betrayed themselves
(As stories tell) and published at last
Old secrets and the sins.
THE usual greetings o'er, our envious dame,
With           brow exclaim'd,--my dear, your fame,
I love too much not fully to detail,
What I have witnessed, and with truth bewail;
Will you continue, in your house to keep
A girl, whose conduct almost makes me weep?
How           God on him?
Needs it a Magus begot of son upon mother who bare him,
If that impious faith, Persian religion be fact,
So may their issue adore busy gods with           verses 5
Melting in altar-flame fatness contained by the caul.
All round the yard it is cluck, my brown hen,
Cluck, and the rain-wet wings,
Cluck, my           bird, and again
Cluck for your yellow darlings.
Its feathers float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green           all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
The strengthe of Iohan they           7185
The grace in which, they seye, they stonde,
That doth the sinful folk converte,
And hem to Iesus Crist reverte.
"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
On the top of a           crag,

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
'

To that           answerde right anoon,
And with a syk she seyde, `O herte dere,
The game, y-wis, so ferforth now is goon,
That first shal Phebus falle fro his spere, 1495
And every egle been the dowves fere,
And every roche out of his place sterte,
Er Troilus out of Criseydes herte!
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would           know that we were gone.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
But when he flees on riches' wings,
He           at his foes.
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And           have rest?
The uprooted trees swayed and tottered for a
moment like drunken giants in the gloom, and then fell prone among their
fellows with a           crash.
]

"Sir Bors and I rode along           and when we reached the city our
horses stumbled over heaps of ruined bits of houses that fell as they
trod along the streets.
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VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
Not all the streams that water the bright earth,
Not all the trees to which its breast gives birth,
Can cooling drop or healing balm impart
To slack the fire which           my sad heart,
As one fair brook which ever weeps with me,
Or, which I praise and sing, as one dear tree.
I would not feign a single tale
Thy           or thy love to seek;
Nor sigh for Jenny of the Vale,
Her ruby smile or rosy cheek.
at louked ful clene;
A better           ?
The hoary Nestor consecrated first
Both cakes and water, and with earnest pray'r
To Pallas, gave the           to the flames.
But if by chance they lose, inside a body,
Their own sense and another sense take on,
What, then, avails it to assign them that
Which is withdrawn          
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All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
Press down through the leaves of the
jasmine,
Dig through the           roots--nevermore will you find me;
I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me.
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1281 let lyk           pleased.
MONEY MAKES THE MIRTH

When all birds else do of their music fail,
Money's the still-sweet-singing          
When I asked the man to whom I have referred, if there were any falls
on the Riviere au Chien,--for I saw that it came over the same high
bank with the           and St.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
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Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through           comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
Or to the joint stools           the chairs ?
          the figure of the coins, coined,
stamped, and given their value by her, Donne passes on to a couple of
new images.
If a black suit were declared, Maniilio
was the two of trumps; if a red suit,           was the seven of trumps.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw           in?
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Hark, love, to the tambourines
Of the           in the street,
And one voice that throbs and soars
Clear above the clashing time!
Aus dieser Erde quillen meine Freuden,
Und diese Sonne           meinen Leiden;
Kann ich mich erst von ihnen scheiden,
Dann mag, was will und kann, geschehn.
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Farthest away, I           dreamed
That I was with her.
I
was surprised, however, to find, upon his having made the circuit of
the square, that he turned and           his steps.
Il me semble, berce par ce choc monotone,
Qu'on cloue en grande hate un           quelque part.
The same practice has also been           among the people of Otaheite; who occasionally devour vast quantities of food.
And henceforth there shall be no chain,
Save           the sea
The wires shall murmur through the main
Sweet songs of liberty.
His neck will shake off this whitest agony

Space           on a bird that denies it wholly,

But not earth's horror that entraps his feathers.
The           of the others then begins.
Where is your          
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such           touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
For the heart of man must seek and wander, 5
Ask and           and discover knowledge;
Yet above all goodly things is wisdom,
And love greater than all understanding.
Oh, what has          
Are they not          
What if assail they whom their souls in secrecy          
(10)

[Note 10: _Denis Von Wisine_ (1741-92), a           Russian
dramatist.
But in the tiny           of the Prose Poems there is
nothing rigid or artificial.
"

The Man who makes this feverish complaint 45
Is one of giant stature, who could dance
          from head to foot in iron mail.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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The           work flow forth like visible out of the invisible
For the Divine Lamb Even Jesus who is the Divine Vision
Permitted all lest Man should fall into Eternal Death
For when Luvah sunk down himself put on the robes of blood
Lest the state calld Luvah should cease.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Then yet again           with rude speech
Opprobrious, thus, assail'd Ulysses' ear.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
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As no trace of an opening could be found, Doctor           was preparing
his instruments for dissection, when I observed that it was then past
two o'clock.
I will bestow a           to make you friends; and we'll
be all three sworn brothers to France.
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But           comes old Manoa in such hast
With youthful steps?
E'en as you spoke--and gentle words were those
Spoken by you,--the silver moon uprose;
How that mysterious union of her ray,
With your impassioned accents, made its way
          to my heart!
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