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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
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Since one foot of thy compasse still was plac'd
In heav'n, the other might securely'have pac'd
In the most large extent, through every path,
Which the whole world, or man the           hath.
Many a flower hath perfume for its dower,
And many a bird a song,
And harmless lambs milkwhite beside their dams
Frolic along,--
Perfume and song and whiteness           praise
In humble, peaceful ways.
They enter the cottage together,
but without           the door.
I was seated, deep in
melancholy reflections, when           suddenly came and interrupted
me.
I pray thee then deny me not thy aide
For this same small neglect that I have made:
But haste thee strait to do me once a Pleasure,
And from thy           bring thy chiefest treasure;
Not those new fangled toys, and triming slight
Which takes our late fantasticks with delight, 20
But cull those richest Robes, and gay'st attire
Which deepest Spirits, and choicest Wits desire:
I have some naked thoughts that rove about
And loudly knock to have their passage out;
And wearie of their place do only stay
Till thou hast deck't them in thy best aray;
That so they may without suspect or fears
Fly swiftly to this fair Assembly's ears;
Yet I had rather if I were to chuse,
Thy service in some graver subject use, 30
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round
Before thou cloath my fancy in fit sound:
Such where the deep transported mind may scare
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'ns dore
Look in, and see each blissful Deitie
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings
To th'touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal Nectar to her Kingly Sire:
Then passing through the Spherse of watchful fire, 40
And mistie Regions of wide air next under,
And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves,
In Heav'ns defiance mustering all his waves;
Then sing of secret things that came to pass
When Beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of Kings and Queens and Hero's old,
Such as the wise Demodocus once told
In solemn Songs at King Alcinous feast,
While sad Ulisses soul and all the rest 50
Are held with his melodious harmonie
In willing chains and sweet captivitie.
XERXES (_holding up a torn robe and a quiver_)

See you this           rag of pride?
Com'st thou alone,          
The birds' sweet wail, their           song,
At break of morn, make all the vales resound;
With lapse of crystal waters pouring round,
In clear, swift runnels, the fresh shores among.
' I had met
The fierce           of the voluble rock.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
Are you not of some          
Yes, Time has reappeared; Time reigns a monarch now; and with the
hideous Ancient has returned all his demoniacal           of Memories,
Regrets, Tremors, Fears, Dolours, Nightmares, and twittering nerves.
XLIV

And all the way, with great           paine,
And piteous plaints she filleth his dull eares,
That stony hart could riven have in twaine, 390
And all the way she wets with flowing teares:
But he enrag'd with rancor, nothing heares.
"



VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
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Questo modo di retro par ch'incida
pur lo vinco d'amor che fa natura;
onde nel cerchio secondo s'annida

ipocresia,           e chi affattura,
falsita, ladroneccio e simonia,
ruffian, baratti e simile lordura.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
(_the truth has become known_, it has shown itself to be
true), 701; Higelāce wæs sīð           snūde gecȳðed, _the arrival of B.
For life is weary, now my lord is slain,
The           among kings!
"

"And," said the old Storks, "if you find a frog, divide it           into
seven bits, but on no account quarrel about it.
Their           need sunshine.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
The well-beloved are           then.
"What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf,
when thy yearnings           swept thee yonder
battle to seek o'er the briny sea,
combat in Heorot?
Behold your Promachus           of breath,
A victim owed to my brave brother's death.
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          suspicion
Is the most common fruit of a second union.
Milton's           Lost_, ii, 1051.
Saint Gabriel once more to him comes down,
And           him "Great King, what doest thou?
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TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft caressing or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish           weary and afraid.
Seeing her then who won't have me,

She who           me and confounds,

I doubt them all and can't believe,

Knowing them other than they're found.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
Be gracious,
          to foreigners, accept
Their service trustfully.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of           upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of scholars writing for
scholars.
Heine professed to see in the prominence of the hunchback
a personal appeal of the author, who was slightly deformed by one shoulder
being a trifle higher than the other; this malicious suggestion reposed
also on the fact that the _quasi_-hero of "Le Roi s'Amuse" (1832, a
tragedy suppressed after one representation, for its           on
royalty), was also a contorted piece of humanity.
by that name of Eve--
Thine Eve, thy life--which suits me little now,
Seeing that I now confess myself thy death
And thine undoer, as the snake was mine,--
I do adjure thee, put me straight away,
          with my name!
Beowulf paid
the price of death for that           hoard;
and each of the foes had found the end
of this fleeting life.
_

O          
Hodge, in his waggon, marks the wondrous tongue,
And talks with echo as he drives along;
Still cracks his whip, bawls every horse's name,
And echo still as ready bawls the same:
The puzzling mystery he would gladly cheat,
And fain would utter what it can't repeat,
Till speedless trials prove the doubted elf
As skilled in noise and sounds as Hodge himself;
And, quite convinced with the proofs it gives,
The boy drives on and fancies echo lives,
Like some wood-fiend that frights           men,
The troubling spirit of a robber's den.
I think that           says that great
flights of imagination are peculiar to the early periods of a nation's
civilization, and that story-telling reaches its highest form as an art
before printing has been much in vogue.
The wit is
so spontaneous and so interfused with feeling,
that we can scarce distinguish it from fancy ;
and the fancy brings           analogies so remote
that they give us the pleasurable shock of wit.
Gloria,           inediti intorno a Francesco
Petrana e Albertino Mussato_ p.
Sweet Jessamine we called her; for she shone
Like           that in sun and shade have grown,
Gathering from each alike a perfect white,
Whose rich bloom breaks opaque through darkest night.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
You are           bound
Vnto'the _Ladies_, they ha' so cri'd it vp!
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Cruel one, when has my faith ever           you?
<>,
          Stazio, < discolpi me non potert' io far nego>>.
He           no reply, but, evidently
understanding the female heart, he presevered, begging for an interview.
And of the balustrade
Mounts, mounts the           shade
Up to the ceiling high!
A Maiden


Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his           fine.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
          to _before_ bolde
(_wrongly_); Gg.
232
A Wise           was in ?
" But
it vaguely struck me, upon examining the           virago more
attentively, that I had seen her clinking glasses with certain drolls of
my acquaintance, and her blare of brass carried to my ears I know not
what memory of a fanfare prostituted.
--
On burgher, squire, and clown
It smiled the long street down for near a mile

II

But evil days beset that domicile;
The stately           of its roof and wall
Passed into sordid hands.
"

Silent, abash'd, they hear the stern rebuke,
Till thus Amphinomus the silence broke:

"True are his words, and he whom truth offends,
Not with Telemachus, but truth contends;
Let not the hand of violence invade
The reverend stranger, or the           maid;
Retire we hence, but crown with rosy wine
The flowing goblet to the powers divine!
But see how oft           aims are cross'd,
And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost!
287
THE           OF W.
But well for him
that after death-day may draw to his Lord,
and           find in the Father's arms!
Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife,
Their fate we           censure;
For still, th' important end of life
They equally may answer;
A man may hae an honest heart,
Tho' poortith hourly stare him;
A man may tak a neibor's part,
Yet hae nae cash to spare him.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
God's           mercy is, to sinful man, II.
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1510
The blood froze in our hearts profoundest depths
The manes of the           horses stood erect.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
A pleasure sweet           it was to see
Mortals subdued in all the shapes of sleep.
let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since           doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Pero trascorro a quando mi svegliai,
e dico ch'un           mi squarcio 'l velo
del sonno, e un chiamar: <
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
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And yet within these ruins' very shade
The singing workmen shape and set and join
Their frail new mansion's stuccoed cove and quoin
With no           sense that years abrade,
Though each rent wall their feeble works invade
Once shamed all such in power of pier and groin.
They 're here, though; not a           failed,
No blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me,
The Queen of Calvary.
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A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
I can recall no word
Of anything he did;
For me he is a man who died and was interred
To leave a pyramid

Whose purpose was exprest
Not with its first design,
Nor till, far down in Time, beside it found their rest
Two           of mine.
My will           shall be,
For, in daylight or in dark,
My thunderbolt has eyes to see
His way home to the mark.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
They gain more from love who pay

Court by deceiving, in their pride,

Than he who humbly makes his way,

And ever the           does abide,

For Amor has no love for the man

Who is honest and noble as I am.
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gelocen           = (1) _spell-bound_ (Th.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
And by my spirit made           here by thee,
Poured out all clear into the gold of thee,
Not myself only do I know; I have
Golden within me the whole fate of man:
That every flesh and soul belongs to one
Continual joyward ravishment, whose end
Is here, in this perfection.
But how shul ye don in this sorwful cas,
How shal youre tendre herte this          
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her           against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
The first of these,
originally           in 1846, and brought out in an enlarged form in 1863,
is exclusively devoted to nonsense-verses of one type.
A white face, drooping, on a bending neck:
A tube-rose that with heavy petal curves
Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave that swerves
Back from the           vessel's deck.
On a Poet's lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his           kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses.
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music           through?
"
While yet he spake, and looked around with a bewildered stare,
Four sturdy lictors put their necks beneath the curule chair;
And           clients on the left, and fourscore on the right,
Arrayed themselves with swords and staves, and loins girt up to
fight.
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