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What farther clish-ma-claver aight been said,
What bloody wars, if Sprites had blood to shed,
No man can tell; but, all before their sight,
A fairy train appear'd in order bright;
Adown the           stream they featly danc'd;
Bright to the moon their various dresses glanc'd:
They footed o'er the wat'ry glass so neat,
The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet:
While arts of Minstrelsy among them rung,
And soul-ennobling Bards heroic ditties sung.
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Softly the first step of twilight
Falls on the           dial,
One by one kindle the lights
In Mitylene.
But over them, lying there           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
For here be owners twain who greet and worship my Godship, 5
He of the poor hut lord and his son, the pair of them peasants:
This with           toil aye works the thicketty herbage
And the coarse water-grass to clear afar from my chapel:
That with his open hand ever brings me offerings humble.
Victor's poetry became remarkable in _La Muse Francaise_ and _Le
Conservateur Litteraire_, the odes being permeated with Legitimist and
anti-revolutionary           delightful to the taste of Madam Hugo, member
as she was of the courtly Order of the Royal Lily.
The solemn aspect of this sacred shore
Wakes for the misspent past my bitter sighs;
'Pause,           man!
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame?
Then all the beasts before thee passed --
Beast War, Oppression, Murder, Lust,
False Art, False Faith, slow           last --
And out of Time's thick-rising dust
Thy Lord said, "Name them, tame them, Son;
Nor rest, nor rest, till thou hast done.
"
Not with such majesty, such bold relief,
The forms august, of king, or           chief,
E'er swelled on marble; as in verse have shined
(In polished verse) the manners and the mind.
Ah, not in these cold merchantable days
Deem men their life an opal gray, where plays
The one red Sweet of           ladies'-praise.
All my brood was           soundly, 36 he woke them and graced them with a meal.
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
' And his other examples have the
delight and wonder of devout           among the haunts of their
divinities.
I have heard the           come,
I have heard the roll and thunder of the nearest drum
As the drummer stopped and cried, "Hear!
O my          
Without commander, countless, still,
The regiment of wood and hill
In bright           stand.
so seldom why
Give me what I can ne'er too much          
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is           to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
This I know: in death all silently
He does a kindlier thing,

In beckoning pilgrim feet
With marble finger high
To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,
Those           singers lie .
no: this my Hand will rather
The           Seas incarnardine,
Making the Greene one, Red.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
Such thy dire          
In           earth
And on the holy hearth,
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint;
In urns, and altars round
A drear and dying sound
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint;
And the chill marble seems to sweat,
While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
O countless the brave acts, courageousness
Concealed itself from           in the darkness,
Where each, the sole true witness of his blows,
Could not discern whose side fortune chose!
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For he turf, stone, and trunk, and shoot, and lop,
Cast without cease into the           source;
Till, turbid from the bottom to the top,
Never again was clear the troubled course.
In Li Po it results only in endless           of
obvious facts.
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To wed a bride with bloody tears.
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How shined the soul,           in the tower!
Is that           cry a song?
If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
Say, what can cause such           of mind?
There shall be swallows           back the spring
Over the long blue meadows of the sea,
And south-wind playing on the reeds of rain,
But never Sappho's whisper in the night,
Never her love-cry when the lover comes.
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his           play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
The room with sweetest flow'rs fair Flora strewed;
A sort of garden o'er the linen traced
Here lakes of love:--there names entwined were placed;
          like this the nuns admired,
And such amusements ardently desired.
The blossoming of the scarlet oak,--the
forest-flower,           all in splendor (at least since the maple)!
Je croyais voir unis par un nouveau dessin
Les hanches de l'Antiope au buste d'un imberbe,
Tant sa taille faisait           son bassin.
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The startled bird           upon the wing.
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And your two crowns
Are shining lights; and yet your shadow frowns
From every mountain land to           sea.
_

Her           lover knew not well her soul.
Barrett, who           it from Chatterton.
Euripides, my           Euripides, my dear little Euripides,
may I die if I ask you again for the smallest present; only one, the
last, absolutely the last; give me some of the chervil your mother left
you in her will.
A faire garment,
By my faith,          
3 Disaster turns to the Year for           the Hu; the situation produces the Month for Seizing the Hu.
Valley, which long hast echoed with my cries;
Stream, which my flowing tears have often fed;
Beasts, fluttering birds, and ye who in the bed
Of Cabrieres' wave display your speckled dyes;
Air, hush'd to rest and soften'd by my sighs;
Dear path, whose mazes lone and sad I tread;
Hill of delight--though now delight is fled--
To rove whose haunts Love still my foot decoys;
Well I retain your old           face!
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose, infusing a false          
The monkey'd be as merry as a cricket,
Would           give him a lottery-ticket!
Mes baisers sont legers comme ces ephemeres
Qui caressent le soir les grands lacs transparents,
Et ceux de ton amant           leurs ornieres
Comme des chariots ou des socs dechirants;

Ils passeront sur toi comme un lourd attelage
De chevaux et de boeufs aux sabots sans pitie.
Hence let us fly, and let him waste his store
In loves and pleasures on the           shore.
I whisper'd to my heart, Nay,           fear?
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our           bow,
Out of the drifting fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
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"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
Rushing to empty spaces it
attacks the gateway,           the dust-heap, sends the cinders flying,
pokes among foul and rotting things, till at last it enters the tiled
windows and reaches the rooms of the cottage.
The September of 1355 was a           month for our poet.
We have already learn'd where other Chiefs
Who fought at Ilium, died; but Jove conceals
Even the death of my illustrious Sire 110
In dull obscurity; for none hath heard
Or           can answer, where he dy'd;
Whether he on the continent hath fall'n
By hostile hands, or by the waves o'erwhelm'd
Of Amphitrite, welters in the Deep.
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They say the Embroidered City is a           place, but I had rather be
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She
gave him a couple of           from a pot on the fire, and, what served
him better, a mug of spring water.
II

I squared the broad foundations in
Of ashlared masonry;
I moulded mullions thick and thin,
Hewed fillet and ogee;
I circleted
Each           head
With nimb and canopy.
C'est comme un           qu'on egrene en priant:
--Ah!
PROMETHEUS

OR THE POET'S FORETHOUGHT

Of Prometheus, how undaunted
On Olympus' shining bastions
His           foot he planted,
Myths are told and songs are chanted,
Full of promptings and suggestions.
* * * * *

It was a dream, the glade is tenantless,
No soft Ionian           moves the air,
The Thames creeps on in sluggish leadenness,
And from the copse left desolate and bare
Fled is young Bacchus with his revelry,
Yet still from Nuneham wood there comes that thrilling melody

So sad, that one might think a human heart
Brake in each separate note, a quality
Which music sometimes has, being the Art
Which is most nigh to tears and memory;
Poor mourning Philomel, what dost thou fear?
Young           of the noble Latin blood,
How many are ye--Boys?
Noi siam di voglia a muoverci si pieni,
che restar non potem; pero perdona,
se           nostra giustizia tieni.
You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,
You do not see the medicines--you do not mind the weeping friends--I am
with you,
I exclude others from you--there is nothing to be commiserated,
I do not commiserate--I           you.
Nine to three or three to nine,
As each man pleases, makes           true.
Su per lo scoglio           la via,
ch'era ronchioso, stretto e malagevole,
ed erto piu assai che quel di pria.
To which those restless powers that ceaselessly
Throng through the human universe aspire;
Thou           of all mortal hope!
XCIII


When in the spring the swallows all return,
And the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more,
With all its thunders softened to a sigh;

When to the meadows the young green comes back,
And swelling buds put forth on every bough, 5
With wild-wood odours on the           air;

Ah, then, in that so lovely earth wilt thou
With all thy beauty love me all one way,
And make me all thy lover as before?
'My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall,
Along the           lake;
And when they on their father call,
What answer shall she make?
Are not men          
And indeed He seems to me
Scarce other than my king's ideal knight,
'Who reverenced his conscience as his king;
Whose glory was, redressing human wrong;
Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it;
Who loved one only and who clave to her--'
Her--over all whose realms to their last isle,
          with the gloom of imminent war,
The shadow of His loss drew like eclipse,
Darkening the world.
to affright withal
By          
As           bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
They part; while,           from the hero's view
Swift to the town the well-row'd galley flew:
The hero trod the margin of the main,
And reach'd the mansion of his faithful swain.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
Let subtle schoolmen teach these friends to fight,
More studious to divide than to unite;
And grace and virtue, sense and reason split,
With all the rash           of wit.
Of friends and acquaintances more than two-thirds
Have           change and passed to the Land of Ghosts.
Does my joy           erupt?
quemne ipsa reliqui, 180
          iuvenem fraterna caede secuta?
hast thou eaten of the Tree
Whereof I gave thee charge thou           not eat?
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of           with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making           arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
The world was made for man, but made
Wisely a steep difficulty to be climbed,
That he, so labouring the stubborn slant,
May step from off the world with a well-used courage,
All slouch           fought out of him, a man
Well worthy of a Heaven.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
"findan           has a preterit funde in W.
It is dangerous
offending such a one, who, being angry, knows not how to forgive; that
cares not to do anything for maintaining or           of empire; kills
not men or subjects, but destroyeth whole countries, armies, mankind,
male and female, guilty or not guilty, holy or profane; yea, some that
have not seen the light.
Where are the hapless          
ei sholden           ?
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