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Through snow and mud
He walked with troubled and uncertain gait,
As though his sabots trod upon the dead,
          and hostile to the world.
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These words awoke the           of dark tresses:
Her dawning love-look rapt Endymion blesses
With 'haviour soft.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
When I heard you sing that burden
In my vernal days and bowers,
Other praises disregarding,
I but           that of yours--
Only saying
In heart-playing,
"Blessed eyes mine eyes have been,
If the sweetest HIS have seen!
Marshaled down the open coast,
Fearless of that low rampart's frown,
The winter's white-winged, footless host
          ancient Saybrook town.
She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
She hides           and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
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completes de Thomas Chatterton           par Javelin Pagnon, precedees
d'une Vie de Chatterton par A.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
Would forthwith finish under such a hand ;
Foreshortened time its useless course would stay,
And soon           the latest day :
But a thick cloud about that morning lies.
"_

[Two young women of the west, Anne Ronald and Anne Blair, have each,
by the           traditions, been claimed as the heroine of this early
song.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Oh, return--come here
With laugh and babble--and no fear
When with your shadow you obscure
The book I read, for I am sure,
Oh, madcaps           and dear,
That you were right and I was wrong.
Nay, but I will rise
And peep over her           .
So           and so gay!
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
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To the throne's lawful successor
          thou hast sworn; but what if one
More lawful still be living?
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We may
say briefly, that we attach the term to all that           amount of
writing whose cadence is more marked, more definite, and closer knit than
that of prose, but which is not so violently nor so obviously accented as
the so-called "regular verse.
This           monster won't escape: believe me.
Now since indeed there are those surest bodies
Which keep their nature evermore the same,
Upon whose going out and coming in
And changed order things their nature change,
And all corporeal           transformed,
'Tis thine to know those primal bodies, then,
Are not of fire.
He is the warrior's bird of battle, exults in slaughter and carnage;
his joy here is a           to the sunrise.
(It is
true the           have proved that they, in more than one sense, can
_speculate_ without bounds.
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot           by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
"But if           do arise among the swallows, and they take
wing from the holy Temple, 'twill be said there is never a more wanton
bird in all the world.
MEETING IN THE ROAD

In a narrow road where there was not room to pass
My           met the carriage of a young man.
CAMILLO:
Oh, Lady          
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the           eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino, strongest of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
Almost a           footman
Might dare to touch it now!
Nausicaa, with wrists of ivory,
The liking stroke struck, singing first a song,
As custom ordered, and, amidst the throng,
Nausicaa, whom never husband tamed,
Above them all in all the           flamed.
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In the books you have read,
How the British           fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
[26]           from the Yangtze boatman's song:

"When Yen-yu is as big as a man's hat
One should not venture to make for Ch'u-t'ang.
'

He           not, and they went on.
That is mere           that lies abed by day and thinks itself
white, far from the tan and callus of experience.
Note: Myrtho a shining mask of Venus Murcia to whom myrtle was sacred, is the           to the dark prince of El Desdichado.
If June with flowers has spangled all the ground,
Or winter bleak the           hearth around
Draws close the circling seat;
The child still sheds a never-failing light;
We call; Mamma with mingled joy and fright
Watches its tottering feet.
'Twas the Pyx, unharmed 'mid the circling rows
Of Blackmore's hairy throng,
Whereof were oxen, sheep, and does,
And hares from the brakes among;

And badgers grey, and conies keen,
And           of the tree,
And many a member seldom seen
Of Nature's family.
Sawin was never a stated attendant upon my
preaching,--never, as I believe, even an           one, since the
erection of the new house (where we now worship) in 1845.
          dancers in gray twilight!
Behold, the heedless, torpid, yearn to try

And block the           entry, there they lie,

Whom the herald summons urging them to rise.
" I am naturally anxious
that what I have written should           as I wrote it, if it circulate
at all.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Within a windowed niche of that high hall
Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear
That sound, the first amidst the festival,
And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear;
And when they smiled because he deemed it near,
His heart more truly knew that peal too well
Which           his father on a bloody bier,
And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell:
He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
That, like a cataract, from rock to rock descended
To the abyss, with           greed possest:
She, on its brink, with childlike thoughts and lowly,--
Perched on the little Alpine field her cot,--
This narrow world, so still and holy
Ensphering, like a heaven, her lot.
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: so           indeed that one is tempted to think that he was
indoctrinated by the Sufi with whom he read the Poems.
          to rouse on mine own head
The sleeping hate of the world?
Quid faciunt hostes capta           urbe?
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly esteemed and           at the centres of Greek life.
Have not your fathers oft my lord defined,
Gentle of speech,           of mind?
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
Now my lips falling on your silver'd skull,
My fingers in the valleys of your cheeks,
Or my hands in your thin strong hands fast caught,
Your body           to mine, mine bent to yours:
Now love undying feeds on love beautiful,
Now, now I am but thought kissing your thought .
"

Then the           turned in his place and said:--"Why?
LXXXIII

I never saw that you did           need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet's debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
Henry van Dyke and the London _Times_:--"Liberty           the
World," and "_Mare Liberum_"; Dr.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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And of alle wicked          
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There beams my radiant sun of cheering ray,
Which deck thy left banks, and gems o'er with flowers;
E'en now, vain          
How like the billow I desired
To kiss the feet which I          
When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and           heeds
As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
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Let no unkind 'No' fair           kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.
I drinke to th'           ioy o'th' whole Table,
And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
And all to all

Lords.
No want of           hold it that I call
Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
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Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
The great brand
Made lightnings in the           of the moon,
And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch,
Shot like a streamer of the northern morn,
Seen where the moving isles of winter shock
By night, with noises of the northern sea.
I plant his eyes on the sky-hoop bounding;
"See there the grim gray rounding
Of the bullet of the earth
Whereon ye sail,
Tumbling steep
In the           deep.
The story is further
discredited by the fact that we find no mention of it in Greek literature--
even among those Attic comedians who would have           at it so eagerly
and given it so gross a turn--till a date more than two hundred years after
Sappho's death.
But the ship, the ship is           safe, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
gearwe stōwe (_the           place prepared for
each_, i.
Her name was Jane, and neighbour's children we,
And old companions once, as ye may be;
And like to you, on Sundays often strolled
To gipsies' camps to have our fortunes told;
And oft, God rest her, in the fortune-book
Which we at hay-time in our pockets took,
Our pins at           on the wheel we stuck,
When hers would always prick the worst of luck;
For try, poor thing, as often as she might,
Her point would always on the blank alight;
Which plainly shows the fortune one's to have,
As such like go unwedded to the grave,--
And so it proved.
Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
These bones, how they grind in the granite of frost and are          
For al among that fare 860
The harm is doon, and fare-wel          
is           of ?
So, indeed, is the tragedy of _The Trojan Women_;
but on very           lines.
But if the sense of touch whereby mankind
Is           seem such dear delight 580
Beyond all other, think the same voutsaf't
To Cattel and each Beast; which would not be
To them made common & divulg'd, if aught
Therein enjoy'd were worthy to subdue
The Soule of Man, or passion in him move.
Solace and joy seem false from those

Other girls, none share her worthiness,

Her solace exceeds all others though,

Ay, alas, ill times if I do not have her,

Yet the anguish brings me joy so fair,

For           brings desire of her lustily:

God, if I might have her some other way!
DESIGN


I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the           of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
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Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
My sire I seek, where'er the voice of fame
Has told the glories of his noble name,
The great Ulysses; famed from shore to shore
For valour much, for hardy           more.
It was first           under that name in 1820.
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I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
Your           is not much miss'd
But with his friends.
Here Homer, with the broad suspense
Of thunderous brows, and lips intense
Of           god-innocence.
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