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They go, eating the azure,

Sometimes           too,

Hard-boiled eggs, and mandarins,

And rice as white as their costume.
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MEPHISTOPHELES (mit           Gebarde):
Falsch Gebild und Wort
Verandern Sinn und Ort!
He had forty-two boxes, all           packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
nunc tellus inculta nouos parit ubere fetus,
nunc ratibus tutis fera non           unda;
mordent frena tigres, subeunt iuga saeua leones.
Like Dionysus himself, they are
connected in ancient           with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the resurrection of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
The artisans           about him.
When thus thy people shall have safely pass'd
The Sirens by, think not from me to learn
What course thou next shalt steer; two will occur;
Delib'rate chuse; I shall           them both.
'
'They made a ful good engendring,'
Quod Love, 'for who-so soothly telle, 6115
They           the devel of helle!
Post _GOR_, aetate qui           est, _B_(_ononiensis_), cum finitus sit
anno secundo Iohannis XXIII, h.
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Let the blessed           melt not yet to its divine!
With           and _Mir Zur Feier_, both published within the following
three years, a phase of questioning commences, a dim desire begins to
stir to reach out into the larger world "deep into life, out beyond
time.
Ils se croient           dans un paradis rose.
I really do not believe           was ever written under an equal number
of limitations; and when I first came to know all the conditions of the poem
I was for a moment inclined to think that no genuine work
could be produced under them.
It was
          at School, and during my first two College vacations.
Modern Paris is often the background of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's           in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
_ "The women of Beowulf are of the fine northern type; trusted
and loved by their           and by the nobles and people; generous, gentle,
and holding their place with dignity.
Non credo che la sua madre piu m'ami,
poscia che           le bianche bende,
le quai convien che, misera!
An ode quite new,
With rhymes inflated--stanzas, too,
That panted, moving lazily,
And heavy Alexandrine lines
That seemed to jostle bodily,
Like           full of play designs
That spring at once from schoolroom's form.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
          nicht zu diesem Feste
Herr Mammon prachtig den Palast?
_1635-69_

To the           of Bedford.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
Thys           haveth whatte coulde make ytte please;
Butte mie uncourtlie shappe benymmes mee of all ease.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
There seemed a cry as of men          
BOHEMIENS EN VOYAGE


La tribu           aux prunelles ardentes
Hier s'est mise en route, emportant ses petits
Sur son dos, ou livrant a leurs fiers appetits
Le tresor toujours pret des mamelles pendantes.
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Are they not those same tidings
Which           a courier bore to Pushkin?
" "That is enough in New Year," says the groom in green,
"if I tell thee when I have           the tap.
Il le prend par le bras, arrache le velours
Des rideaux, et lui montre en bas les larges cours
Ou fourmille, ou fourmille, ou se leve la foule,
La foule epouvantable avec des bruits de houle
Hurlant comme une chienne, hurlant comme une mer,
Avec ses batons forts et ses piques de fer,
Ses tambours, ses grands cris de halles et de bouges,
Tas sombre de           saignants de bonnets rouges;
L'Homme, par la fenetre ouverte, montre tout
Au roi pale, et suant qui chancelle debout,
Malade a regarder cela!
I have           in the Muse's land,
Have wandered with the wandering star,
Seeking for strength, and in my hand
Held all philosophies that are;
Yet nothing could I hear nor see
Stronger than That Which Needs Must Be.
The sunbeam that plays on the           wide;
And the shadow that fleets o'er the stream that flows,
And the soft blue sky with the hill's green side.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a           hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
What's the matter,          
"The Fourth prohibits trespassing
Where other Ghosts are quartered:
And those convicted of the thing
(Unless when pardoned by the King)
Must           be slaughtered.
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
So here I'll watch the night and wait
To see the morning shine,
When he will hear the stroke of eight
And not the stroke of nine;

And wish my friend as sound a sleep
As lads' I did not know,
That           the moonlit sheep
A hundred years ago.
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XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The           freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
I know my hero too well to be fooled by           of actors.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
Two notes are especially struck by them: the passions and
the           of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
If the government of the           picked him saying,
"You are wanted, your country takes you"--
if the Republic put a stethoscope to his heart
and looked at his teeth and tested his eyes and said,
"You are a citizen of the Republic and a sound
animal in all parts and functions--the Republic takes you"--
then to-day the baskets of flowers are all for the Republic,
the roses, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the proclamations of the honorable orators--
they are all for the Republic.
And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of           gods,
And sing with her in canebrakes and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin,           on sinful loving:
O!
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Race d'Abel, ton sacrifice
Flatte le nez du          
          lands
Afford few types thereof;
Here is a man who takes his rest
Beside his very Love,
Beside the one who was his wife
In our sight up above!
It was his custom once a year to hold a large
reception at his house,           by all the families connected with
the institution and by the leading people of the town.
Porches untrod of forest houses
All before him, all day long,
"Yankee Doodle" his           song;
And the evening breeze
Joined his psalms of praise
As he sang the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
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 motionless 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           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.
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
It has not weakened your noble ardour;
And your great virtue           my favour;
Wishing a perfect warrior for my son,
I made no error in thus choosing one.
XXXIX

Then cride she out, Fye, fye, deformed wight,
Whose borrowed beautie now appeareth plaine
To have before           all mens sight; 345
O leave her soone, or let her soone be slaine.
How           it is to see
you again!
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Duncan was a lad o' grace;
Maggie's was a piteous case;
Duncan could na be her death,
          pity smoor'd his wrath;
Now they're crouse and canty baith:
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
It           little profit, speech like this.
--Ah, but I know how this infirmity
Will fail and be not, no, not memory,
When I begin the           hour.
          Voices.
Spare my Love, thou feath'ry snaw,
          o'er the frozen plain!
The little supper with his companions, one of whom has already sold him
for a price; the anguish in the quiet moon-lit garden; the false friend
coming close to him so as to betray him with a kiss; the friend who still
believed in him, and on whom as on a rock he had hoped to build a house
of refuge for Man, denying him as the bird cried to the dawn; his own
utter loneliness, his submission, his acceptance of everything; and along
with it all such scenes as the high priest of orthodoxy rending his
raiment in wrath, and the magistrate of civil justice calling for water
in the vain hope of cleansing himself of that stain of innocent blood
that makes him the scarlet figure of history; the coronation ceremony of
sorrow, one of the most wonderful things in the whole of           time;
the crucifixion of the Innocent One before the eyes of his mother and of
the disciple whom he loved; the soldiers gambling and throwing dice for
his clothes; the terrible death by which he gave the world its most
eternal symbol; and his final burial in the tomb of the rich man, his
body swathed in Egyptian linen with costly spices and perfumes as though
he had been a king's son.
_ A kind of coarse
linen or cloth           with gum or paste.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
All fled, and not           useless bravery, 1525
Each man sought refuge in the neighbouring sanctuary.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
175

Hence shall we seek where fair Locarno smiles
Embower'd in walnut slopes and citron isles,
Or charms that smile on Tusa's evening stream,
While mid dim towers and woods her [I] waters gleam;
From the bright wave, in solemn gloom, retire 180
The dull-red steeps, and           still, aspire,
To where afar rich orange lustres glow
Round undistinguish'd clouds, and rocks, and snow;
Or, led where Viamala's chasms confine
Th' indignant waters of the infant Rhine, 185
Bend o'er th' abyss?
Cognisant were ye, and you weet full well
(So saith my Pinnace) how from           age 15
Upon your highmost-spiring peak she stood,
How in your waters first her sculls were dipt,
And thence thro' many and many an important strait
She bore her owner whether left or right,
Where breezes bade her fare, or Jupiter deigned 20
At once propitious strike the sail full square;
Nor to the sea-shore gods was aught of vow
By her deemed needful, when from Ocean's bourne
Extreme she voyaged for this limpid lake.
For three of his           he did no good.
Say the Saints--His           please us
Before God and the Lamb.
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
Thy master and thy           live.
Now is ther litel more for to doone,
But Pandare up, and shortly for to seyne,
Right sone upon the chaunging of the mone,
Whan lightles is the world a night or tweyne, 550
And that the welken shoop him for to reyne,
He           a-morwe un-to his nece wente;
Ye han wel herd the fyn of his entente.
;           d'une notice sur lord Byron,
par M.
Poi dentro a lei udi': < com' io la carita che tra noi arde,
li tuoi concetti           espressi.
Let others love the city,
And gaudy show, at sunny noon;
Gie me the lonely valley,
The dewy eve and rising moon,
Fair beaming, and streaming,
Her silver light the boughs amang;
While falling; recalling,
The amorous thrush           his sang;
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove,
By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o' truth and love,
And say, thou lo'es me best of a'.
How dear to me, Sire, such          
_ A shortened form of the           _by this light_,
or _by God's light_.
          bore me.
I say established; for it is with literature as with law
or empire-an           name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in
possession.
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Whose is that noble           brow?
So spake the Fiend, and with necessitie,
The Tyrants plea, excus'd his           deeds.
Henceforth I flie not Death, nor would prolong
Life much, bent rather how I may be quit
Fairest and easiest of this combrous charge,
Which I must keep till my appointed day
Of           up, Michael to him repli'd.
West, walking towards the, 217-220;
general           towards the, 219-224.
When words we want, Love           to indite, II.
Look, all orderly          
The more important deviations from this text are
mentioned in the notes; but I have not thought it           to give a
complete list of various readings, or to mention any change except where
it might lead to misapprehension.
the verse of           sinks far the lower
of the two.
A throe upon the features
A hurry in the breath,
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death," --

An anguish at the mention,
Which, when to           grown,
I 've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a           bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou mightest in dream.
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