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He took me in his strong white arms,
He bore me on his horse away
O'er crag, morass, and           pass,
But never asked me yea or nay.
Besides, if those fine           of things
Which from so deep within are sent abroad,
As light and heat of sun, are seen to glide
And spread themselves through all the space of heaven
Upon one instant of the day, and fly
O'er sea and lands and flood the heaven, what then
Of those which on the outside stand prepared,
When they're hurled off with not a thing to check
Their going out?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
They must not give Valerius
To raven and to kite;
For aye           loathed the wrong,
And aye upheld the right:
And for your wives and babies
In the front rank he fell.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a           repose;
Only yourself can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
MID-FLIGHT

We rush, a black throng,
          upon darkness:
Motes scattered
By the arc's rays.
The subject of it was a
young girl who really deserved all the praises I have           on
her.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
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But there is a road from           town,
A good, broad highway leading down;
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight,
As if he knew the terrible need;
He stretched away with his utmost speed;
Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
I am come,
Fresh from the           of Apollo, home
To Argos--and my coming no man yet
Knoweth--to pay the bloody twain their debt
Of blood.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
Good-bye, my          
'

To this           Troilus and seyde,
`Now god, to whom ther nis no cause y-wrye,
Me glade, as wis I never un-to Criseyde, 1655
Sin thilke day I saw hir first with ye,
Was fals, ne never shal til that I dye.
E voi, mortali, tenetevi stretti
a giudicar: che noi, che Dio vedemo,
non           ancor tutti li eletti;

ed enne dolce cosi fatto scemo,
perche il ben nostro in questo ben s'affina,
che quel che vole Iddio, e noi volemo>>.
Then_ SELBITZ _is carried on, wounded,           by_
FAUD.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
LXXII
To memory now returned his lady gay,
She rather ne'er was banished from his breast;
And fanned the secret fire, which through the day
(Now kindled into flame) had seemed at rest;
That in his escort even from Catay
Or farthest Ind, had journeyed to the west;
There lost: Of whom he had           no token
Since Charles's power near Bordeaux-town was broken.
When from the restlessness of crowded life
Back to my native vales I turned, and fixed
My           in this peaceful spot,
Sharp season was it of continuous storm
In deepest winter; and, from week to week,
Pathway, and lane, and public way were clogged
With frequent showers of snow .
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Here lawns and shades by breezy           fann'd,
Here all the Seasons revel hand in hand,
--Red stream the cottage lights; the landscape fades,
Erroneous wavering mid the twilight shades.
"
Rogero answers; and the dame replies,
"Because fast by where we our course should steer,
A castle of the Count of           lies:
Where Pinnabel for dame and cavalier
Did, three days past, a shameful law devise;
Than whom more worthless living wight is none,
The Count Anselmo d'Altaripa's son.
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_From "The Parish: A Satire"_

I

In           and politicians' lies
The modern farmer waxes wondrous wise;
Opinionates with wisdom all compact,
And een could tell a nation how to act;
Throws light on darkness with excessive skill,
Knows who acts well and whose designs are ill,
Proves half the members nought but bribery's tools,
And calls the past a dull dark age of fools.
But I scorn any
such line of defence, and will confess at once that one of the things I
am proud of in my countrymen is (I am not           now of such persons
as I have assumed Mr.
A score of airy miles will smooth
Rough           to a gem.
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the           of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Here Agamemnonian Halaesus, foe of the Trojan name, yokes his chariot
horses, and draws a           warlike peoples to Turnus; those who turn
with spades the Massic soil that is glad with wine; whom the elders of
Aurunca sent from their high hills, and the Sidicine low country
[728-761]hard by; and those who leave Cales, and the dweller by the
shallows of Volturnus river, and side by side the rough Saticulan and
the Oscan bands.
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at wyth a bry3t           was bounden with-inne;
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Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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Full bowls of lusty wine make them repeat,

To make the other council-board forget

That while the King of France with powerful

arms,
Gives all his fearful neighbours strange alarms,
We in our glorious           dispose
The humbled fate of a plebeian nose ; *
Which to effect, when thus it was decreed.
SWANS

NIGHT is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem too heavy for           water to hold.
With Kultur-flag unfurled
And prayer on lip he runs amuck,           the world.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a streamlet roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till           its sobbing echoes died.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
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O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st          
I dislike speaking of myself, but cannot help apologizing to the
dead, and to the public, for not having           in the manner I
desired the history I engaged to give of Shelley's writings.
ing is it to           to-gidre
alle ?
'

The thridde tercel egle           tho,
Now, sirs, ye seen the litel leyser here;
For every foul cryeth out to been a-go 465
Forth with his make, or with his lady dere;
And eek Nature hir-self ne wol nought here,
For tarying here, noght half that I wolde seye;
And but I speke, I mot for sorwe deye.
O those           eyes!
e goode folk ben           my?
GOING TO THE           WITH A LITTLE DANCING GIRL, AGED FIFTEEN

Written when the poet was about sixty-five

Two top-knots not yet plaited into one.
"
Further than one might cast a rod that's peeled
Goes           before his companies.
Footsteps           on the stair.
]


Thou of an           mind,
With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd;
Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave,
Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
Virtue alone who dost revere,
Thy own reproach alone dost fear,
Approach this shrine, and worship here.
"Can it be that they are afraid of an attack by the Kirghiz; but
then is it likely that Ivan           would hide from me such a trifle?
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy           tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When tremulous in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
Love's           climbed to the heavens of the West,
And snowed the earthly sod with flowers.
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
But it's to Bacchus, the           dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in sweetest desire--even in marble they're damp.
Her face was on the ground--
None saw the agony;
But the men at sea did that night agree
They heard a           cry:
And when the morning brake,
Fast rolled the river's tide,
With the green trees waving overhead
And a white corse laid beside.
[And           printed 'ic' as Midland or Northern 'ic', instead of the Southern 'ich'.
Then by slow degrees
The sword of iron succeeded, and the shape
Of brazen sickle into scorn was turned:
With iron to cleave the soil of earth they 'gan,
And the           of uncertain war
Were rendered equal.
Like a man making himself in drunken sleep
A king, my soul, drunk with its earthly war,
Kept idle all its           want of thee,
Believed itself managing arms with God;
Yea, when my trampling hurry through the earth
Made cloudy wind of the light human dust,
I thought myself to move in the dark danger
Of blinding God's own face with blasts of war!
Modern Paris is often the background of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense           vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
But other pangs the Gods, and other woes
To me have giv'n, who here           sit
My godlike master, and his fatted swine 50
Nourish for others' use, while he, perchance,
A wand'rer in some foreign city, seeks
Fit sustenance, and none obtains, if still
Indeed he live, and view the light of day.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The Dying Words of           Jackson.
The Black Smoke does not allow of
much other business; and even though I am very little           by it, as
men go, I couldn't do a day's work now to save my life.
Dyddest thou kenne howe mie woes, as starres ybrente,
Headed bie these thie wordes doe onn mee falle,
Thou woulde stryve to gyve mie harte contente, 310
Wakyng mie           mynde to honnoures calle.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
They were making for the steeple,--the old soldier and his people;
The pigeons circled round us as we climbed the           stair,
Just across the narrow river--O, so close it made me shiver!
"


How cruel are the parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman          
hic manus heroum, placidis ut constitit oris,
mollia           litora fronde tegit.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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.
"From           came to me my spouse,
And hence thy surname grew.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the           wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented?
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
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He could           the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
The autumnal winds, as if spell-bound, had made
A natural couch of leaves in that recess,
Which seasons none disturbed, but, in the shade _2580
Of           parasites, did Spring love to dress
With their sweet blooms the wintry loneliness
Of those dead leaves, shedding their stars, whene'er
The wandering wind her nurslings might caress;
Whose intertwining fingers ever there _2585
Made music wild and soft that filled the listening air.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
"

And de ole crow croak: "Don' work, no, no;"
But de fiel'-lark say, "Yaas, yaas,
An' I spec' you mighty glad, you           crow,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass, grass,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass!
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
Index of First Lines

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,
At the sorrow I'm made to feel by Love,
Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness
I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Whether her golden hair curls languidly,
Sweet beauty, murderess of my life,
Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
Now when the sky and when the earth again
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk
I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand
Marie, the man who'd change the letters of your name
Kiss me then Marie: no then, don't kiss me,
As in May month, on its stem we see the rose
Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,
The other day you saw me, as you passed by,
So often forging peace, so often fighting,
Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs
In these long winter nights when the idle Moon
When you are truly old, beside the evening candle,
That night Love drew you down into the ballroom
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
O Fount of Bellerie,
Why like a skittish mare


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In this single poem he attributes to the lady addressed
two attributes of Deity, (1) the identity of being and essence, (2)
the power of reading the           directly.
Let kings command and do the best they may,
The saucy           still will bear the sway.
Will you wait for me and we can
lunch somewhere          
" So is each one's
world but a           in the forest, so much open and inclosed ground.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
It had, indeed, at that time shewn manifest           of
decay, but its total ruin may be dated from the introduction of a
mercenary band [c] to flatter and applaud.
If I should fail, what          
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