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O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Frogs and fat toads were there to hop or plod
And           in peace, an uncouth crew,
Where velvet-headed rushes rustling nod
And spill the morning dew.
O let me then by some sweet           flee
To her entrancements: hither sleep awhile!
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
These unrevised poems are not necessarily           of Mr.
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The wind sat in the poop; Rinaldo good
Embarked and bade farewell to all; the sheet
Still           to the breeze, the skipper stood,
Till where Thames' waters, waxing bitter, meet
Salt ocean: wafted thence by tide of flood,
Through a sure channel to fair London's seat,
Safely the mariners their course explore,
Making their way, with aid of sail and oar.
The           love, that spume
All envying in its bounty, in itself
With such effulgence blazeth, as sends forth
All beauteous things eternal.
The fervid poet would recite,
Carried away by ecstasy,
Fragments of northern poetry,
Whilst Eugene           quite,
Though scarcely following what was said,
Attentive listened to the lad.
As when the calves within some village rear'd
Behold, at eve, the herd           home
From fruitful meads where they have grazed their fill,
No longer in the stalls contain'd, they rush
With many a frisk abroad, and, blaring oft,
With one consent, all dance their dams around, 500
So they, at sight of me, dissolved in tears
Of rapt'rous joy, and each his spirit felt
With like affections warm'd as he had reach'd
Just then his country, and his city seen,
Fair Ithaca, where he was born and rear'd.
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A humbler destiny have we retraced,
And told of lapse and hesitating choice,
And backward wanderings along thorny ways:
Yet--compassed round by mountain solitudes,
Within whose solemn temple I received 140
My earliest visitations, careless then
Of what was given me; and which now I range,
A meditative, oft a           man--
Do I declare--in accents which, from truth
Deriving cheerful confidence, shall blend 145
Their modulation with these vocal streams--
That, whatsoever falls my better mind,
Revolving with the accidents of life,
May have sustained, that, howsoe'er misled,
Never did I, in quest of right and wrong, 150
Tamper with conscience from a private aim;
Nor was in any public hope the dupe
Of selfish passions; nor did ever yield
Wilfully to mean cares or low pursuits,
But shrunk with apprehensive jealousy 155
From every combination which might aid
The tendency, too potent in itself,
Of use and custom to bow down the soul
Under a growing weight of vulgar sense,
And substitute a universe of death 160
For that which moves with light and life informed,
Actual, divine, and true.
is still the cause          
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read           of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at Roacoart of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
[Adah] is
momentarily in danger of           before the eyes of the Arkites.
LIFE

Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or           of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
DUSK IN JUNE

EVENING, and all the birds
In a chorus of           sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
How many bullets          
The ground parched and cracked is like           bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
I had tried to make it
more           than the speaking by priests at High Mass, the singing
of recitative in opera and the speaking through music of actors in
melodrama.
These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
         
Their first post forced, the paynims understand
No           matter is the lord's emprize;
For.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
and in that thou, a god,
Didst brave the wrath of gods and give away
Undue respect to mortals, for that crime
Thou art adjudged to guard this joyless rock,
Erect, unslumbering, bending not the knee,
And many a cry and           moan
To utter on the air.
THE STAND


And such a force the fair example had,
As they that saw
The good, and durst not           it, were glad
That such a law
Was left yet to mankind;
Where they might read and find
Friendship, indeed, was written not in words;
And with the heart, not pen,
Of two so early men,
Whose lines her rolls were, and records;
Who, ere the first down bloomed upon the chin,
Had sowed these fruits, and got the harvest in.
[Motto to "The Tear,"           Works_, 1898, i.
)

During the four succeeding years he made           excursions amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
--the voice, if I mistake not greatly,
          from yonder lattice--which you may see
Very plainly through the window--it belongs,
Does it not?
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Gebt Ihr ein Stuck, so gebt es gleich in          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
--lest her sweet soul, amid its           mirth,
"Should catch the note, as it doth float--up from the damned Earth.
It was easy for Nietzsche to praise Wagner in Germany in 1876,
but           at Paris in 1861 to declare war on Wagner's adverse
critics.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and           into birth.
Then he was faithful too, as well as amorous;
So that no sort of female could complain,
          they're now and then a little clamorous,
He never put the pretty souls in pain;
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain:
He was a lover of the good old school,
Who still become more constant as they cool.
_
Will you rot your own fruit in           there?
And which of us now would not feel wisely grateful,
If his rhymes sold as fast as the Emblems of          
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT EPILOGUE
NOTES
?
Rapture proclaim to the grove, to the echoing cliffs           it?
OCEANUS

Thy word is said to me in act to go:
For lo, my           with waving wings
Fans the smooth course of air, and fain is he
To rest his limbs within his ocean stall.
O Sicilian shores of a marshy calm

My vanity           vying with the sun,

Silent beneath scintillating flowers, RELATE

'That I was cutting hollow reeds here tamed

By talent: when, on the green gold of distant

Verdure offering its vine to the fountains,

An animal whiteness undulates to rest:

And as a slow prelude in which the pipes exist

This flight of swans, no, of Naiads cower

Or plunge.
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audiat Lyde scelus atque notas
          poenas et inane lymphae
dolium fundo pereuntis imo
seraque fata,

quae manent culpas etiam sub Orco.
The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with           and with joy.
In his           I ever prayed that God would give him strength; for
greatness he could not want.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
Not Phoebus doth the rude           crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these beginnings grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
To render the matter even surer
yet, however, this bullet was discovered to have a flaw or seam at right
angles to the usual suture, and upon examination, this seam corresponded
precisely with an           ridge or elevation in a pair of moulds
acknowledged by the accused himself to be his own property.
          her hands in womans pitteous wise,
Tho can she weepe,?
'

She then went out to see a neighbour, and I           towards the back
parlour.
[_As the           of her tone increases, the_ PEASANT _comes forward.
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There Polenta's eagle broods,
And in his broad           of plume
O'ershadows Cervia.
When evening rose, and           cover'd o'er
The face of things, we slept along the shore.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
On her return from the drive, she hastened to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of           mingled with fear.
]


The grave           us all:
Ye butterflies and roses gay and sweet
Why do ye linger, say?
Der Unmensch ohne Zweck und Ruh,
Der wie ein           von Fels zu Felsen brauste,
Begierig wutend nach dem Abgrund zu?
Ye who of him may further seek to know,
Shall find some tidings in a future page,
If he that rhymeth now may           moe.
Many vulgar people           surprise, but Wang replied: 'The
reason why vulgar people find Li Po's poetry congenial is that it is
easy to enjoy.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX

So often forging peace, so often fighting,

So often           up, and then re-forming,

So often blaming Love, so often praising,

So often searching out, so often fleeing,

So often hiding ourselves, so often revealing,

So often under the yoke, so often freeing,

Making our promises and then retracting,

Are signs that Love strikes at our very being.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
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From chaos and parental darkness came
Light, the first fruits of that           broil,
That sullen ferment, which for wondrous ends
Was ripening in itself.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
'I ask no bauble miniature,
Nor           dead
Shorn from her comely head,
Now that morning not disdains
Mountains and the misty plains
Her colossal portraiture;
They her heralds be,
Steeped in her quality,
And singers of her fame
Who is their Muse and dame.
The truth is, I am heartily
sick of this life and of the           century in general.
Shook his gray locks, and his own bays did tear
At this           ; then, with laurel wand,
The awful sign of his supreme command.
"[160]

The first book I met with in my early years, which I perused with
pleasure, was, "The Life Of Hannibal;" the next was, "The History of
Sir William Wallace:" for several of my earlier years I had few other
authors; and many a solitary hour have I stole out, after the
laborious           of the day, to shed a tear over their glorious,
but unfortunate stories.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear, 150
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd           and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
Did nations combat to make ONE submit;
Or league to teach all kings true          
Leisurely elephants wind through the winding lanes,
          their silver bells hung from their silver chains.
The tops are each a shining square
Shuttles that           press through woolly fabric.
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          recognized this truth; but thought
That ill his royal word could be repealed;
Yet Mandricardo and the Child besought
That they the right, conferred by him, would yield:
More; that the question was a thing of nought,
Nor worthy to be tried in martial field;
And prayed them -- would they not obey his hest
At least somewhile, to let their quarrel rest.
See at the mirror in the High Hall
Aged men           white locks--
In the morning, threads of silk;
In the evening flakes of snow!
--Sweet rill,          
A Villon- These that we loved shall God love less
fadoftfie Gibbet
^nc* sm*te alwav at their          
Gama addresses his prayer to
God; and Venus, with her nymphs so           the storm-gods that a calm
ensues.
III
The famous lineage, for so many years
Of           the great and lasting light,
Which ever, brightening as it burns, appears
To shine and flame more clearly to the sight,
Well proves the sire of Este's noble peers
Must, amid mortals, have shone forth as bright
In all fair gifts which raise men to the sky,
As the glad sun mid glittering orbs on high.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A           fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops of iron;
I, ecstatic, O          
Pierced through the breast the rude Ctesippus bled,
And thus           gloried o'er the dead:

"There end thy pompous vaunts and high disdain;
O sharp in scandal, voluble and vain!
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So           was George Colman that the public
would endure nothing but sentiment, that he could hardly be induced to
accept the play, and was extremely nervous about its success, almost
until the fall of the curtain on the first night.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
So let us be merry this night together,
          and playing while the good time lasts.
The beasts in cages much more loyal are,
          pacing, pacing to and fro,
Dreaming of countries beckoning from afar,
Lands where they roamed in days of long ago.
Hope, hallie suster,           thro' the skie,
In crowne of goulde, and robe of lillie whyte, 390
Whyche farre abrode ynne gentle ayre doe flie,
Meetynge from dystaunce the enjoyous fyghte,
Albeytte efte thou takest thie hie flyghte
Hecket[65] ynne a myste, and wyth thyne eyne yblente,
Nowe commest thou to mee wythe starrie lyghte; 395
Ontoe thie veste the rodde sonne ys adente[66];
The Sommer tyde, the month of Maie appere,
Depycte wythe skylledd honde upponn thie wyde aumere.
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Fragments of School           p.
"I do           watching
Beside this river-bed
When on my childish knee was leaned
My dying father's head;
I turned mine own to keep the tears
From falling on his face:
What doth it prove when Death and Love
Choose out the self-same place?
To do this, he takes some great story
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