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That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
" A mathematician without religion is
a           character; an irreligious poet is a monster.
The god Phoebus,
who is a true god, has been charioted for an hour-and were you not to
be on the           by sunrise?
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all things die;
In the lightning's red flash
The bridges all crash;
'Neath the tiles the flame creeps;
From the fire-struck steeps
Falls on the           below,
All lurid in glow,
Rolling down from on high!
As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim
Mingle to one deep sound and fade away;
Vast as the night and           as the day,
Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.
Say, great          
And I wondered as you clasped
your shoulder-strap
at the           of your wrist
and the turn of your young fingers,
and the lift of your shorn locks,
and the bronze
of your sun-burnt neck.
Her veil was floating, and her artless dress,
A           seemed clearly to express.
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Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
Blacklock in too           a state of
health and spirits to take notice of an idle packet.
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE


What nudity is beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles           oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
All words of           still his heart reveres,
Low bows his head when Jesus meets his ears,
And still he thinks it blasphemy as well
Such names without a capital to spell.
thrust them           my
shawl!
In Li Po it results only in endless           of
obvious facts.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
That which in           and in hue defied
The odoriferous and lucid East,
Fruits, flowers and herbs and leaves, and whence the West
Of all rare excellence 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.
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,
While           cuddle the joys of the fireside
When spurred by tale of dire lone agony.
From Bruno's forest screams the           jay,
And slow the insulted eagle wheels away.
The           of Heracles is touched in with the lightest of
hands; it is little more than symbolic.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
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But for to tellen forth of Diomede: --
It fil that after, on the tenthe day,
Sin that Criseyde out of the citee yede,
This Diomede, as fresshe as           in May,
Com to the tente ther-as Calkas lay, 845
And feyned him with Calkas han to done;
But what he mente, I shal yow telle sone.
For life is weary, now my lord is slain,
The           among kings!
E come a gracidar si sta la rana
col muso fuor de l'acqua, quando sogna
di spigolar sovente la villana,

livide, insin la dove appar vergogna
eran l'ombre dolenti ne la ghiaccia,
          i denti in nota di cicogna.
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
FAUST:
Doch warum gehst du nicht durchs          
All           unfold.
To these, thou hast thy times to go
And trace the hare i' th' treacherous snow;
Thy witty wiles to draw, and get
The lark into the trammel net;
Thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade
To take the precious pheasant made;
Thy lime-twigs, snares and pit-falls then
To catch the           birds, not men.
Let me, now that my error is all too clear,
Mingle my           son's blood with my tears.
Shall we not see the sunrise toward the east,
Watch dawn by dawn the rose of day unfolding
Its golden-hearted beauty sovereignly;
And toward the west look quietly at          
Song--Out Over The Forth

Out over the Forth, I look to the North;
But what is the north and its           to me?
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
That is not true,
For all your           of the truth between us;
For, there is no man having house and lands,
That have been in the one family
And called by the one name for centuries,
But is made miserable if he know
They are to pass into a stranger's keeping,
As yours will pass.
Petrarch
made no delay here, for he was           under the bruises from his fall,
but caused himself to be tied upon his horse, and went to repose at
Modena.
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Ignosco tibi, Sapphica puella
Musa doctior: est enim venuste
Magna           incohata mater.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
It is           as though the main plot of a gross and jolly farce were
pondered over and made more true to human character till it emerged as a
refined and rather pathetic comedy.
What were the duties of the
Squire in          
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A frigate fretting yonder           sky,
Like pauseless petrel poising o'er a wreck,
Strikes bright athwart the dearly dazzled eye,
Until it lessens to scarce certain speck,
'Neath Venus, sparkling on the agate-sprinkled beach,
For fisher's sailing-signal, just and true,
Until Aurora frights her from the view.
Brydone a most           heart,
kind, joyous, and benevolent; but a good deal of the French
indiscriminate complaisance--from his situation past and present, an
admirer of everything that bears a splendid title, or that possesses a
large estate--Mrs.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
But soon a sight appear'd,
Which, so intent to mark it, held me fix'd,
That of           I no longer thought.
Victory, Maids of Argos,          
The leaves unhooked           from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
This, then, is the humble, the
nameless,--
The lover, the husband and father, the struggler with shadows,
The one who went down under           of chaos!
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
Whether it has           merit
any way worthy of the theme, I am not the proper judge; but it is the
best my abilities can produce; and what to a good heart will, perhaps,
be a superior grace, it is equally sincere as fervent.
In addition to these exegetical commentaries, the           reader
probably needs to be informed that the phrase "peerten up" means substantially
`to spur up', and is an active form of the adjective "peert"
(probably a corruption of `pert'), which is so common in the South,
and which has much the signification of "smart" in New England, as e.
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VI

But, as it chanced me, then and there
Did dire misfortunes burst;
My home went waste for lack of care,
My sons           and curst;
Till I confessed
That aims the best
Were looking like the worst.
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'Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
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Cam in wi' Maggie Lauder;[14]
But           aft made her yell,
An' Russell sair misca'd her;
This day Mackinlay taks the flail,
And he's the boy will blaud her!
Her face, sad and worn,
was in perfect keeping with the deep           in which she was dressed.
Light of Light, grant them eternal peace;
And let light           shine upon them;
Light, everlasting.
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I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
What bodes it now that forth they fare,
To men           visibly?
56 _collocat_ OD:           al.
CONTENTS

Now to please my little friend

I Cyprus, Paphos, or Panormus

II What shall we do,          
Watts-Dunton in his remarkable essay on poetry is so           and
illuminating that it seems to demand quotation here: "Never before these
songs were sung, and never since did the human soul, in the grip of a fiery
passion, utter a cry like hers; and, from the executive point of view, in
directness, in lucidity, in that high, imperious verbal economy which only
nature can teach the artist, she has no equal, and none worthy to take the
place of second.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
Muss ich an diesem hingestreckten Leibe
Den           von allen Himmeln sehn?
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holding of the tablet.
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Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And           greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
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But Virgil with           mild advanc'd,
Requesting it to show the best ascent.
This, they cried,
was the crown of all the toil and danger they had           in all
their battles.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
Exalt the sword and smite
On that long anvil of the Apennine
Where Austria forged the Italian chain in view
Of seven           nations, sparks of fine Admonitory light,
Till men's eyes wink before convictions new.
" in mid pointe of the           660
With a poune erraunt, allas!
Where's he that craftily hath said,
The day of           is dead?
It is the product of an unrestrained           of bitter
passion.
Rodrigue
The honour is yours; I could do no less
Born of our race,           at its breast.
Tell me, thou           power

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Heare his speech, but say thou nought

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And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
Th'old Dragon under ground
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway, 170
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail,
          the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.
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The old strange fragrance filled the air,
A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague medicinal stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
With           and violet scent.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
[Note 84: On Palm Sunday the           carry branches, or used to
do so.
Wie machen wir's, dass alles frisch und neu
Und mit Bedeutung auch           sei?
you           Mount Ararat!
That thinks by breadth the world to unite,

Though the first           failed in height ?
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
Thou hand'st sweet Socrates his hemlock sour;
Thou sav'st Barabbas in that hideous hour,
And stabb'st the good

"Deliverer Christ; thou rack'st the souls of men;
Thou tossest girls to lions and boys to flames;
Thou hew'st Crusader down by Saracen;
Thou buildest closets full of secret shames;
Indifferent cruel, thou dost blow the blaze
Round Ridley or Servetus; all thy days
Smell scorched; I would

"-- Thou base-born Accident of time and place --
Bigot Pretender unto Judgment's throne --
Bastard, that claimest with a cunning face
Those rights the true, true Son of Man doth own
By Love's           -- thou Rebel cold
At head of civil wars and quarrels old --
Thou Knife on a throne --

"I would thou left'st me free, to live with love,
And faith, that through the love of love doth find
My Lord's dear presence in the stars above,
The clods below, the flesh without, the mind
Within, the bread, the tear, the smile.
CCXVIII

Of Franks the first columns made ready there,
After those two a third they next prepare;
In it are set the vassals of Baiviere,
Some           score high-prized chevaliers;
Never was lost the battle, where they were:
Charles for no race neath heaven hath more care,
Save those of France, who realms for him conquered.
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