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He who regards it directly and intensely sees,
it is true, the star, but it is the star without a ray-while he who
surveys it less           is conscious of all for which the star is
useful to us below-its brilliancy and its beauty.
By Artemis, the virgin          
Soles           et redire possunt:
Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, 5
Nox est perpetua una dormienda.
Hir           wolde no man fele,
Ne han of Elde companye,
Men hate to be of hir alye.
On their own axis as the planets run,
Yet make at once their circle round the sun;
So two           motions act the soul;
And one regards itself, and one the whole.
From them
I'll form an           troop.
Your feet cut steel on the paths,
I           for the strength
of life and grasp.
I Tiresias, old man with           dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
_("A Juana la          
Poets and           fight their battles best in the region of the
ideal.
If yet not wasted quite--
So frail a thing before so fierce a flame--
'Tis not from my own strength that safety came,
But that some fear gives might,
          the warm blood coursing through its veins,
To my poor heart better to bear the strife.
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The rebels might           have been crushed had Flaccus
and Gallus each advanced their forces from opposite directions and
thus surrounded them.
That in thy joy art          
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Now Jove           his golden scales in air,
Weighs the Men's wits against the Lady's hair;
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side;
At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside.
But when he gained the humid verge of the foam-flecked
shore, and spied the womanish Attis near the opal sea, he made a bound: the
witless wretch fled into the wild wold: there           the space of her
whole life a bondsmaid did she stay.
No Saint's, I swear; and--let me see
Tonight what names your           fill--
We drift asunder merrily,
As drifts the mist on Jakko Hill.
It is doubly
pleasant, therefore, to meet with this proof that the brave old man
arrived safely in Vinland, and that his           years were cheered by
the respectful attentions of the dusky denizens of our then uninvaded
forest.
She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
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"I           what on earth they were,
That looked all head and sack;
But Mother told me not to stare,
And then she twitched me by the hair,
And punched me in the back.
The story I now           is rich in vicissitudes, grim with 2
warfare, torn by civil strife, a tale of horror even during times of
peace.
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How readily
The heavy fumes of           wind their way
Into the brain, unless beforehand we
Of water 've drunk.
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I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
"

He walked his way of life           on and plain,
With justice clothed, like linen white and clean,
And ever rustling towards the poor, I ween,
Like public fountains ran his sacks of grain.
"





Faces




I have seen a face with a           countenances, and a face that
was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.
" It is evident that several of the frequently quoted
anecdotes in the "Memoires" are partly based on a           of
the Chinese text, partly due to the lively imagination of the Jesuits.
One thought thus parleys with my           mind--
"What still do you desire, whence succour wait?
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who           most times
Wear nothing commoner than snow,
No ornament but palms.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
We've no           down there at all.
They disembarked; and that same hour away
Did bold Marphisa at a venture fare;
Bidding adieu to salvage Guido's wife,
And to the four, her comrades in the strife:

CIII
Saying she deems           for a knight
To fare in like great fellowship; that so
The starlings and the doves in flock unite,
And every beast who fears -- the stag and doe;
But hawk and eagle, that in other's might
Put not their trust, for ever singly go;
And lion, bear, and tyger, roam alone,
Who fear no prowess greater than their own.
DEPARTURE
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


WHILE the far farewell music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine--
All           slowly to the gray sea line--
And each significant red smoke-shaft pales,

Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails,
Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men
To seeming words that ask and ask again:
"How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels
Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,
That are as puppets in a playing hand?
Alfenus, unmemoried and unfaithful to thy           true, is there now no
pity in thee, O hard of heart, for thine sweet loving friend?
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of           candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
But he, deep-musing, o'er the           stray'd
Through mazy thickets of the woodland shade,
And cavern'd ways, the shaggy coast along
With cliffs and nodding forests overhung.
There is a period in the life of every artist when his whole being seems
lost in a contemplation of the surrounding world, when the application
to work is difficult, like the violent forcing of           that is
awaiting its time.
And gentle Ellen           her
With courteous looks and mild:
Thought she, "What if her heart should melt,
And all be reconciled!
How sweetly of his absent love he sings
When journeying in the forest of          
The Bishop went thither with his chapter and with all his
clergy, and the common people flocked           to share in the general
mourning.
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ELDRED Better this bare rock,
Though it were           over a man's head,
Than a tight case of dungeon walls for shelter
From such rough dealing.
The Lilly of the valley           in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Nay, love you I can not,
For on your side is           and wrong.
Valour hath saved alive fierce lion-breeds
And many another terrorizing race,
Cunning the foxes, flight the           stags.
" said Grish Chunder, quietly,           his legs as
he sat on my table.
My brain it thrills, and oftentime sets free
The           within me yearning.
Does my joy           erupt?
Here they learned that a troop of horse and foot had
been waiting for them in ambush near Scandiano, but had been forced by
the bad weather to           before their arrival; thus "_the pelting of
the pitiless storm_" had been to them a merciful occurrence.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
or lovelinesse 30
Such as his lips did cloth           in?
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
THIS ETEXT IS           PROVIDED TO YOU "AS-IS".
En tout climat, sous ton soleil, la Mort t'admire
En tes contorsions, risible Humanite,
Et souvent, comme toi, se           de myrrhe,
Mele son ironie a ton insanite!
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the Universal Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny           they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
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I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new politeness took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their           by.
I heard the           call him `Spring':
Oh, large-eyed, fresh and snowy fair

"He skipped the flowering Highway fast,
Hurried the hedgerows green and white,
Set maids and men a-yearning, passed
The Bend, and gamboll'd out of sight.
And then how vain
To think we can hold back from being          
The hippo's feeble steps may err
In           material ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
"

---Thomas Wentworth Higginson







TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

As is well documented, Emily Dickinson's poems were edited in these
early           by her friends, better to fit the conventions of the
times.
In heav'n,
That largeliest of his light partakes, was I,
Witness of things, which to relate again
Surpasseth power of him who comes from thence;
For that, so near approaching its desire
Our           is to such depth absorb'd,
That memory cannot follow.
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`Now stant it thus, that sith I fro yow wente, 785
This Troilus, right platly for to seyn,
Is thurgh a goter, by a prive wente,
In-to my           come in al this reyn,
Unwist of every maner wight, certeyn,
Save of my-self, as wisly have I Ioye, 790
And by that feith I shal Pryam of Troye!
"

O the           and the terror!
Some natives say that it came from the other side of Kulu, where
the eleven-inch Temple           is.
[441] The Sixteenth had its           camp at Novaesium, the
First at Bonn.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have           one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
" she said to me,           her
employment.
O shield our Caesar as he goes
To           Britain, and his band,
Rome's harvest!
Once thou wast to Me the loveliest son of heaven--But now
Why art thou           and yet I love thee in thy terror till
I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in Oblivion
Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live
Hide me some Shadowy semblance.
Heir of           kings, for you
A mellow cask, unbroach'd as yet,
Maecenas mine, and roses new,
And fresh-drawn oil your locks to wet,
Are waiting here.
God save the Marquis,

His lovely sister, save,

Her loyal love and brave,

It           me anew,

Better still holds me too.
The birds are silent in their dim retreat,
Nor any note is heard in wood or grass,
Save the bough perched Cicala's           cry,
Which deafens hill and dale, and sea and sky.
"

"It is enough,"           Otis, very solemnly.
sēo þe bān-cofan beorgan cūðe (_the           that could protect the body_),
1446, etc.
A grave, on which to rest from          
Why not, just thrown at careless ease
'Neath plane or pine, our locks of grey
          with Syrian essences
And wreathed with roses, while we may,
Lie drinking?
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Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With           and the death-hour rounding it.
VERCELLÆ, now           in Piedmont.
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' she cried, and           her sword _2515
As 'twere a scourge over the courser's head,
And lightly shook the reins.
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
They           at his heart.
wher is become your          
II


What shall we do,          
ergo ego nunc rudis           uehar aequoris hospes,
cogar et undisonos nunc prece adire deos.
Theophile Gautier (1811-1872)
          Gautier

'Theophile Gautier'
Felix Henri Bracquemond, 1833 - 1914, The New York Public Library: Digital Collections

Sonnet

To vein her brow's pallor, delicate,

Japan has granted its clearest blue;

The white porcelain is of white less true

Than her lucent neck, her temples of agate;

In her moist eye gleams a gentle light;

The nightingale's voice is harsher yet,

And, when she rises in our dark night,

We praise the moon in a cloudy dress;

Her silver eyes, burnished, move fluidly;

Caprice has pointed her pert little nose;

Her mouth has the red of raspberry, peach;

Her movements flow with a Chinese flow,

And beside her one breathes from her beauty

Something sweet, like the fragrance of tea.
it may hap
          Fate will make yourself repent.
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