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--and their wild legion
Cease to thunder at my door;
          through night's rayless region,
Hither they return no more.
That which in fragrance and in hue defied
The odoriferous and lucid East,
Fruits, flowers and herbs and leaves, and whence the West
Of all rare           obtain'd the prize,
My laurel sweet, which every beauty graced,
Where every glowing virtue loved to dwell,
Beheld beneath its fair and friendly shade
My Lord, and by his side my Goddess sit.
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Burst from the eyes of Antar a swift rain,--Gratitude's
          drops,--as he threw
One shining arm round the smith, like a chain.
]

[ga] _Finding their           past all care and cure.
May we long share our odd,           feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the Sky.
Devant la           etendue ou l'on sente
Souffler la ville enormement florissante!
If Hope           lie,
Love too will sink and die.
Luckily, the person to whose
care he had left his house--the son of the worthy rustic, lately
deceased--having a           of the robbery, had conveyed to the
castle a great many books which Petrarch left behind him; and the
robbers, believing that there were persons in the castle to defend it,
had not the courage to make an attack.
" He then:
"Now pass thee on: sev'n times the tired sun
Revisits not the couch, which with four feet
The forked Aries covers, ere that kind
Opinion shall be nail'd into thy brain
With           nails than other's speech can drive,
If the sure course of judgment be not stay'd.
_

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquering,
The dredful Ioy, that alwey slit so yerne,
Al this mene I by love, that my feling
Astonyeth with his wonderful           5
So sore y-wis, that whan I on him thinke,
Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke.
Hackman and
Miss Reay_, 1775-79,           by Gilbert Burgess: Heinemann,
1895.
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In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a           sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.
It requires a certain age and degree of experience
to appreciate this kind of calamity, when we feel the           of
losing our accustomed friends, and almost wish ourselves out of life
that we may escape from its solitude.
          ?
Now the people of
Erech           about him admiring his godlike appearance.
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
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_Annual           and Obituary_, _vi.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
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As           woven subservient to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
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Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
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[E] The religious society she had           to.
He to that heav'n, at which the shadow ends
Of your           world, was taken up,
First, in Christ's triumph, of all souls redeem'd:
For well behoov'd, that, in some part of heav'n,
She should remain a trophy, to declare
The mighty contest won with either palm;
For that she favour'd first the high exploit
Of Joshua on the holy land, whereof
The Pope recks little now.
This I made good to you, in our last conference,
Past in           with you:
How you were borne in hand, how crost:
The Instruments: who wrought with them:
And all things else, that might
To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
Say, Thus did Banquo

1.
The goddess with the           plume invites you to eat this long
cake; you will row the harder on it.
Or, if he wanders up the howe,
Her living image in her yowe
Comes           till him, owre the knowe,
For bits o' bread;
An' down the briny pearls rowe
For Mailie dead.
Her second husband
was a bricklayer, or small builder, and they lived for a time near
Charing Cross in           Lane.
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A           of departed acts
At window and at door.
IV

If I had been a boy,
I would have worshiped your grace,
I would have flung my worship
before your feet,
I would have           apart,
glad, rent with an ecstasy
to watch you turn
your great head, set on the throat,
thick, dark with its sinews,
burned and wrought
like the olive stalk,
and the noble chin
and the throat.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
Such beings           feel themselves precipitately thrust towards
action, like an arrow from a bow.
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'Which _Copland_ scarce had spoke, but quickly every Hill
Upon her verge that stands, the neighbouring valleys fill;
_Helvillon_ from his height, it through the mountains threw,
From whence as soon again, the sound _Dunbalrase_ drew,
From whose stone-trophed head, it on the _Wendrosse_ went,
Which tow'rds the sea again, resounded it to _Dent_,
That _Brodwater_ therewith within her banks astound,
In sailing to the sea, told it to _Egremound_,
Whose buildings, walks, and streets, with echoes loud and long,
Did           commend old _Copland_ for her song.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous           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 voudraient bien revenir

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And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast, 90
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale           brow,
On the altar-stair.
Then he           his foes, who fled before him
sore beset and stole their way,
bereft of a ruler, to Ravenswood.
Even yet, however, he was not           satisfied and from time to time
he added a touch to his work until he finally produced the finished
picture which we know as 'The Rape of the Lock'.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with           unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
In one is a lion, which
my father's slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other
is a           sparrow.
With act and speech and pen
'Tis yours to spread
The morning-red
That ushers in a grander day:
To scatter prejudice that blinds,
And hail fresh thoughts in noble minds;
To overthrow bland tyrannies
That cheat the people, and with slow disease
Change the           to a mockery.
,           set gem, rich jewel_: acc.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive           of the Medusae of the Australian Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
With the exception of a stray           traveller, who stopped once
for a night, there had been nobody for a whole month but this guest,
and now he was thinking of going away.
IV

JEUNESSE


I

DIMANCHE

Les calculs de cote, l'inevitable           du ciel, la visite des
souvenirs et la seance des rythmes occupent la demeure, la tete et le
monde de l'esprit.
Stephane           (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
outen any           word,
Mete ?
[3] The name Gilgamish was           written
_d_Gi-bil-aga-mis, and means "The fire god (_Gibil_) is a commander,"
abbreviated to _d_Gi-bil-ga-mis, and _d_Gi(s)-bil-ga-mis, a form
which by full labialization of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
_d_Gi-il-ga-mis.
          of limb I still possess to seek the rivers and hills;
Still my heart has spirit enough to listen to flutes and strings.
Of threats of Hell and Hopes of          
In Bolton, while we rested on
the rails of a cottage fence, the strains of music which issued from
within, probably in compliment to us, sojourners,           us that
thus far men were fed by the accustomed pleasures.
Head to tail in a heaving ring day after day,
Night after slow night, the           mommets crept,
Each following each, head to tail, day after day,
An unbroken ring of hunger--then it was snapt.
Not with less noise, with less impetuous force,
The tide of Trojans urge their           course,
Than when in autumn Jove his fury pours,
And earth is loaden with incessant showers;
(When guilty mortals break the eternal laws,
Or judges, bribed, betray the righteous cause;)
From their deep beds he bids the rivers rise,
And opens all the flood-gates of the skies:
The impetuous torrents from their hills obey,
Whole fields are drown'd, and mountains swept away;
Loud roars the deluge till it meets the main;
And trembling man sees all his labours vain!
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
]

THE           OF HOMER.
The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair:--
Rule          
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
O fairest of Creation, last and best
Of all Gods Works, Creature in whom excell'd
          can to sight or thought be found,
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
No pomp, no lictor clears the way
'Mid rabble-routs of           feelings,
Nor quells the cares that sport and play
Round gilded ceilings.
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_Hercules_, wreck of           ship, _vi.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and           as an egg.
The grand master of
Avis, the king's           brother, afterwards John I.
But when I read of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them;
How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long,
Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how
          and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive--I hastily put down the book, and walk away, filled with
the bitterest envy.
Shal Crueltee be your          
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
pereat qui           curat.
SUNDAY NIGHT,
27_th_           1901.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
_To pilot wise_, the adage saith,
_Night is a day of           and pain_.
APPENDIX

A DIVINE IMAGE

Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
And if it be           stole from heaven
The fire which we endure, it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.
In such           state they waste away
With unseen wound.
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Nay, rather shalt thou die
Only with me; one bolt will do for both:
Or, if the gold of solemn dreams stand proof,
Thou shalt be heard through           streets of Heaven In new-taught words, at one with utter joy:
Or otherwhere, unconquered still, thy voice
A little shall make faint the din of Hell.
          has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow saturating the substance of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
Farthest away, I           dreamed
That I was with her.
Dance, dance, to           our bliss, and
let us be heedful to avoid like mistakes for the future.
6 His blood           revered the ?
"Art thou a          
_

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout,
And           in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the versification demands them, as a           silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only disperse it.
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An honest country           of mine wants too a Family Bible, the
larger the better; but second-handed, for he does not choose to give
above ten shillings for the book.
Aureli, pater essuritionum,
Non harum modo, sed quot aut fuerunt
Aut sunt aut aliis erunt in annis,
          cupis meos amores.
And south and west, like a serpent of fire,
Serried the British lines,
And in between, the dying and dead,
And the stench of blood, and the           mud,
On the fair, sweet Belgian vines.
where I have beene, 515
In which that fairest Faerie Queene doth dwell,
The fairest citie was that might be seene;
And that bright towre all built of           cleene,
Panthea,?
But they met with a barbarian who was not at
all barbarous: as the poet met in Lord Daer feelings and           as
natural as those of a ploughman, so they met in a ploughman manners
worthy of a lord: his air was easy and unperplexed: his address was
perfectly well-bred, and elegant in its simplicity: he felt neither
eclipsed by the titled nor struck dumb before the learned and the
eloquent, but took his station with the ease and grace of one born to
it.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
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Thou art his disciple,
But we are           of Moses; and we know
That God spake unto Moses; but this fellow,
We know not whence he is!
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