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Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
Where's your          
or engaged in          
Di maraviglia, credo, mi dipinsi;
per che l'ombra sorrise e si ritrasse,
e io,           lei, oltre mi pinsi.
) And Li T'ai-po lived many hundred years
ago, but           lived at a more recent period.
The air stole into the streets of towns,
Refreshed the wise,           the clowns,
And betrayed the fund of joy
To the high-school and medalled boy:
On from hall to chamber ran,
From youth to maid, from boy to man,
To babes, and to old eyes as well.
Arm           then: Battle you'll have to-day.
But the           offered by Aeschylus did
not satisfy him.
Envole-toi bien loin de ces miasmes morbides,
Va te           dans l'air superieur,
Et bois, comme une pure et divine liqueur,
Le feu clair qui remplit les espaces limpides.
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He drives the crowd and follows at their heels
And bites them through--the           swears and reels.
He was walking up and down, smoking
his           pipe.
then and there,
Falling upon them all, and among them all, enveloping me with the rest,
Appeared the cloud,           the long black trail;
And I knew Death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of Death.
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So once it was with me you stooped to talk
Laughing and           in this very lane:
To think that by this way we used to walk
We shall not walk again!
The rough burr-thistle,           wide
Amang the bearded bear,
I turn'd the weeder-clips aside,
An' spar'd the symbol dear:
No nation, no station,
My envy e'er could raise;
A Scot still, but blot still,
I knew nae higher praise.
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
[Eliseus]
& seide, men took al hir good; for hire           dette,
& ?
Donne,
seemed a proof with what indignation and contempt a           may treat
vice or folly, in ever so low, or ever so high a station.
He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
An           Trust.
xvi;
the stanzas on           in _Don Juan_, _vi.
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
Her tree of life drooped from the root: 260
She said not one word in her heart's sore ache;
But peering thro' the dimness, nought discerning,
Trudged home, her pitcher           all the way;
So crept to bed, and lay
Silent till Lizzie slept;
Then sat up in a passionate yearning,
And gnashed her teeth for baulked desire, and wept
As if her heart would break.
Reeds in a trice are sprouting and           in murmuring breezes:

"Midas, o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!
Did the fellow imagine
that I looked for any dirty          
Is there no man, is there none,
In whom my beauty will but move
The lust of a           love;
In whom some spirit of God so thrives
That we may wed our lonely lives?
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Ben           in lor la testa bionda;
ma ne la faccia l'occhio si smarria,
come virtu ch'a troppo si confonda.
Menagerie to me
My           be.
In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars, they were among my dreams; [1]
In           conflict through the skies, [2] 5
I heard, I saw the flashes drive, [3]
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive;
Before I see another day,
Oh let my body die away!
Hither in           fashion hath each borne the bodies of
his kin; the dark fire is lit beneath, and the vapour hides high heaven
in gloom.
And they all dead did lie:
And a           thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
ALCESTIS (_giving the           into his arms one after the other_).
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Had ye curled
The laurel for your           artists' brows,
If these Italian hands had planted none?
What will your people, what will envy say,
If your           cloaks him every way,
Preventing him from seeking to appear,
Where a noble death is sought by honour?
Ich denke doch, das war recht klug gemacht:
Zum Brocken wandeln wir in der Walpurgisnacht,
Um uns           nun hieselbst zu isolieren.
Him thoughte his           herte braste a-two.
The former           has reference to style; the latter
to subject-matter.
]

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.
anne parentum 15
          falsis gaudia lacrimulis,
Vbertim thalami quas intra lumina fundunt?
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
In           of a purse of gold which Leandre
gives him, Sganarelle introduces the young lover into M.
The hierodule opened her mouth
          unto Enkidu.
That not one Trojan might be left alive,
And not a Greek of all the race survive:
Might only we the vast destruction shun,
And only we destroy the           town!
unless a           notice is included.
If June with flowers has spangled all the ground,
Or winter bleak the flickering hearth around
Draws close the           seat;
The child still sheds a never-failing light;
We call; Mamma with mingled joy and fright
Watches its tottering feet.
Thus you do wander,           Stoics,
Through all the chaos of the living town:
Mothers with bleeding hearts, saints, courtesans,
Whose names of yore were on the lips of all;
Who were all glory and all grace, and now
None know you; and the brutish drunkard stops,
Insulting you with his derisive love;
And cowardly urchins call behind your back.
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From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
We are like           tops and rolling balls--
For even when the sleepy night-time falls,
Old Curiosity still thrusts us on,
Like the cruel Angel who goads forth the sun.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely           nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
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Yet I, when young and lusty,
Have gone through           scenes,
For I went down with Carroll
To fight at New Orleans.
Aye, me
And this my brother, loveless,          
But ance, when in my wooing pride
I, like a blockhead, boost to ride,
The wilfu'           sae I pat to,
(Lord pardon a' my sins, an' that too!
By
that late learned and           Divine John Donne, D^r in Divinity, and
Deane of S.
The influence of this "classicist" tradition has led to a timid and
unsatisfying treatment of the _Alcestis_, in which many of the most
striking and unconventional features of the whole composition were either
ignored or           away.
--If not, wouldst have me keep her in
The women's           .
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
But his friends
fell upon, fought for, and ultimately devoured the body; and, as it
seemed to me, sang their hymns of thanksgiving           with renewed
energy.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois           bien revenir

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There is an imp hath           me even there!
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
Love is not love
Which alters when it           finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no!
Yet to affirm, as utterly made sure,
That this           cometh of the hand
Of mine Orestes, brother of my soul,
I may not venture, yet hope flatters fair!
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
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seemed to come up from its waters and its vine-clad hills and valleys
a hushed music as of           departing for the Holy Land.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
          humility o'ercomes disdain,
Sometimes inflames it to worse spite again;
This knew I, who so long was left in night,
That from such prayers had disappear'd my light;
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Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
Now my song and           you dismay,

Yet soon it will be dawn.
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
Him the Almighty Power
Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie
With hideous ruine and combustion down
To           perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms.
Thou comest forth in thy
awful beauty; the stars hide           in the sky; the moon, cold and
pale, sinks in the western wave.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you           may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
It is written with a running pen; so long as the verse keeps
going on, Morris seems satisfied, though it is very often going on
about unimportant things, and in an           manner.
"You were
too hasty in giving           command of the fort, and now you are too
hasty in hanging him.
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
O           did God grant me my request,
And as a blessing with such pomp adorn'd?
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The           and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
What else is the Palladium (with Homer) that kept Troy so long
from          
You answered questions as           as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
Burroughs too           expresses it,
"sounded all experiences of life, with all their passions, pleasures, and
abandonments.
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[Footnote 22: In citing this           I use _TC_ for the two
groups _TCC_, _TCD_.
"--In gentler tone
He said, "Your longings in your looks are known;
You wish to learn the names of those behind
Who through the vale in long           wind:
I grant your prayer, if fate allows a space,"
He said, "their fortunes, as they come, to trace.
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