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Dost thou see on the rampart's height
That wreath of mist, in the light
Of the           moon?
You know that, ever resistant to all lust,
I often gave thanks to Theseus the unjust,
Whose fine           supported my contempt.
Had I a steward
So true, so just, and now so          
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.
Even
here it is only gentle and shy at first like the           of a breath of
wind over a quiet sea; and gentle beings make this first gesture,
children and young women at play, singing, dancing or at prayer.
'" (RIVER SONG, part) 200

"Low-anchored cloud" (MIST) 201

"Man's little acts are grand" 224

"Our uninquiring corpses lie more low" 227

"The waves slowly beat" 229

"Woof of the sun, ethereal gauze" (HAZE) 229

"Where gleaming fields of haze" 234

TRANSLATIONS FROM ANACREON 240

"Thus, perchance, the Indian hunter" (BOAT SONG) 247

"My life is like a stroll upon the beach" (THE FISHER'S BOY) 255

"This is my Carnac, whose           dome" 267

"True kindness is a pure divine affinity" 275

"Lately, alas, I knew a gentle boy" (SYMPATHY) 276

THE ATLANTIDES 278

"My love must be as free" (FREE LOVE) 297

"The Good how can we trust?
If I indeed am thine, and if thou boast
Thyself my father, grant that never more
Ulysses,           of hostile tow'rs,
Laertes' son, of Ithaca the fair,
Behold his native home!
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"Send forth my           over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
This is indeed the blessed Mary's land,
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Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
For slowly on a wandering course it comes
And           sooner, by degrees absorbed
Easily into all the winds of air;--
And first, because from deep inside the thing
It is discharged with labour (for the fact
That every object, when 'tis shivered, ground,
Or crumbled by the fire, will smell the stronger
Is sign that odours flow and part away
From inner regions of the things).
" the           swears
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's.
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my           of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
Smile O           cool-breath'd earth!
hanc ubi praepetibus pinnis lapsuque uolantem
conspexit Marius, diuini numinis augur,
faustaque signa suae laudis reditusque notauit,
          intonuit caeli pater ipse sinistris:
sic aquilae clarum firmauit Iuppiter omen.
His farm that catches first the sun's bright ray
Sees the last lustre of his beams decay:
The passing hours erected columns show,
And are his           and his dials too.
('Twas lust of blood, perhaps 'twas jealous flame;)
The leader's rage, unworthy of the brave,
          the youthful soldier to the grave.
The distant           shakes my reason.
" From the hour
When I before had cast my view beneath,
All the first region           I saw,
Which from the midmost to the bound'ry winds;
That onward thence from Gades I beheld
The unwise passage of Laertes' son,
And hitherward the shore, where thou, Europa!
But I wonder
If, from its being kept forever under,
These           may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.
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There was a young person in green,
Who seldom was fit to be seen;
She wore a long shawl, over bonnet and all,
Which           that person in green.
The youth was sage, and coolly undertook
To offer for her:--t'other 'gan to look,
With           on nose: soon all went right;
Adieu, she cried, and then withdrew from sight.
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Deep dread and loathing of her solitude
Fell on her, from which mood was born
Scorn of herself; again, from out that mood
          at her self-scorn.
Holding fast upon his shell,
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To mar the subject that before was well?
Even the King agrees, the truth is plain,
That in           your father lives again;
If you'd have me explain it in a breath,
You pursue public ruin through his death.
The preparations have every one been justified,
The           have sufficiently tuned their instruments, the baton
has given the signal.
I stopped, and soon           our "_ouriadnik_.
After the usual
compliments he           to him that the suspicions which had arisen of
my participation in the plots of the rebels had been proved to be but
too well founded, adding that condign punishment as a deterrent should
have overtaken me, but that the Tzarina, through consideration for the
loyal service and white hairs of my father, had condescended to pardon
the criminal son, and, remitting the disgrace-fraught execution, had
condemned him to exile for life in the heart of Siberia.
The pranking bat its nighty circlet makes;
The glow-worm           its lamp anew
Oer meadows dew-besprent; and beetle wakes
Enquiries ever new,
Teazing each passing ear with murmurs vain,
As wanting to pursue
His homeward path again.
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Let Freedom's Land          
Out of an unseen quarry
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every           stake, or tree, or door.
Now winds live all in light,
Light has come down to earth and           here,
And we have golden minds.
LE JEU


Dans des           fanes des courtisanes vieilles,
Pales, le sourcil peint, l'oeil calin et fatal,
Minaudant, et faisant de leurs maigres oreilles
Tomber un cliquetis de pierre et de metal;

Autour des verts tapis des visages sans levre,
Des levres sans couleur, des machoires sans dent,
Et des doigts convulses d'une infernale fievre,
Fouillant la poche vide ou le sein palpitant;

Sous de sales plafonds un rang de pales lustres
Et d'enormes quinquets projetant leurs lueurs
Sur des fronts tenebreux de poetes illustres
Qui viennent gaspiller leurs sanglantes sueurs:

--Voila le noir tableau qu'en un reve nocturne
Je vis se derouler sous mon oeil clairvoyant,
Moi-meme, dans un coin de l'antre taciturne,
Je me vis accoude, froid, muet, enviant,

Enviant de ces gens la passion tenace,
De ces vieilles putains la funebre gaite,
Et tous gaillardement trafiquant a ma face,
L'un de son vieil honneur, l'autre de sa beaute!
A majesty to try for,
A name to live and die for--
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3 An           letter expresses affection for the Btsan-po,4 8 those in armor gaze toward Chang?
Oh,          
Making thy waves a blessing as they flow
Through banks whose beauty would endure for ever,
Could man but leave thy bright           so,
Nor its fair promise from the surface mow
With the sharp scythe of conflict,--then to see
Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know
Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to me
Even now what wants thy stream?
So I, when           from man's memory
Deep in some dark and sombre chest I lie.
With shining eyes the stars awoke,
The dew lay heavy on his cloak,
The world was dim;
And in the           he could hear
His secret thoughts draw very near
And call to him.
Oh, the           sunsets!
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A coverlet for his           slumber.
of           mind,
Thou knowest now the whole; and that, which else
No other can, is nought to thy great power:
Deign then my grief to end,
Thus honour shall be thine, and safe my peace at last!
Even in the peaceful rural vale,
Truth, weeping, tells the mournful tale,
How pamper'd luxury,           by her side,
The parasite empoisoning her ear.
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
Pagans are slain by hundred, by thousand,
Who flies not then, from death has no warrant,
Will he or nill,           the allotted span.
And at a stately side-board by the wine 350
That fragrant smell diffus'd, in order stood
Tall stripling youths rich clad, of fairer hew
Then Ganymed or Hylas, distant more
Under the Trees now trip'd, now solemn stood
Nymphs of Diana's train, and Naiades
With fruits and flowers from Amalthea's horn,
And Ladies of th' Hesperides, that seem'd
Fairer then feign'd of old, or fabl'd since
Of Fairy Damsels met in Forest wide
By Knights of Logres, or of Lyones, 360
Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore,
And all the while           Airs were heard
Of chiming strings, or charming pipes and winds
Of gentlest gale Arabian odors fann'd
From their soft wings, and flora's earliest smells.
Then will I mount the brazen dome, and move
The high           of immortal Jove.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the           Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to
his own Country.
Honour,' she said, 'and homage, tax and toll,
From many an inland town and haven large,
Mast-throng'd beneath her           citadel
In glassy bays among her tallest towers.
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[Footnote Ee: Compare Coleridge's 'Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of
Chamouni':

And you, ye five wild           fiercely glad!
Our children shall behold his fame,
The kindly-earnest, brave,           man.
ad tua me fluctus proiectam litora portent,
occurramque oculis           tuis,
duritia ferrum ut superes adamantaque teque,
'non tibi sic' dices 'Phylli, sequendus eram'.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
Why wore th'           jewels in the ear?
A Moment's Halt--a           taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
And Lo!
The well in the Forum at which
they had           was pointed out.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic           of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
And           seek out the shades ;
Only the snake, that kept within,
Now glitters in its second skin.
My doubting heart thus questions in my grief:
"Whence comes it that           thou canst know
When from thy spirit thou dost dwell entire?
MEPHISTOPHELES (zu Faust):
Den Teufel spurt das           nie,
Und wenn er sie beim Kragen hatte.
e lede lay lurked a ful longe quyle,
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If ever aught of sweet my heart has known,
          wakes its charms, while, tempest tost,
I mark the clouds that o'er my course still frown;
E'en in the port I see the storm afar;
Weary my pilot, mast and cable lost,
And set for ever my fair polar star.
1 A Tang           under the charge of Guo Ziyi.
Each           on which my eye reposes
Nature in act before my soul discloses.
Ideas,           ones unsafe.
Erect stood He,           his work proudly.
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XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver           mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
'Agite ite ad alta, Gallae, Cybeles nemora simul,
Simul ite, Dindymenae dominae vaga pecora,
Aliena quae petentes velut exules loca
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Rabidum salum tulistis           pelage
Et corpus evirastis Veneris nimio odio,
Hilarate erae citatis erroribus animum.
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O Jacobs God give ear, 30
9 Thou God our shield look on the face
Of thy           dear.
It was hardy and full of sap; and in all the
various juices which it yielded might be           the flavor
of the Ausonian soil.
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HE SEEKS IN VAIN TO           HIS WOE.
By perfect, we understand that
to which nothing is wanting, as place to the           that is raised, and
action to the fable that is formed.
What a thin           of honour
that is!
The well-deck spread
A           gulf of segregation
Between ourselves and death.
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic harps diversely framed,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one           breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
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