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I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
The general rose decays;
But this, in lady's drawer,
Makes summer when the lady lies
In           rosemary.
in thy green array,
          Spirit here to-day
Dost lead the revels of the May,
And this is thy dominion.
"They knew whose hand struck home the death,
They knew who broke but would not bend,
Could           an equal foe
And scorn a laggard friend.
And I           as you clasped
your shoulder-strap
at the strength of your wrist
and the turn of your young fingers,
and the lift of your shorn locks,
and the bronze
of your sun-burnt neck.
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For eight slow-circling years, by           toss'd,
From Cypress to the far Phoenician coast
(Sidon the capital), I stretch'd my toil
Through regions fatten'd with the flows of Nile.
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
I see your maiden           bud and bloom,
Sombre or luminous, and your lost days
Unroll before me while my heart enjoys
All your old vices, and my soul expands
To all the virtues that have once been yours.
Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone
To see glad           and smiling flowers.
X

Long she thus           through deserts wyde,
By which she thought her wandring knight shold pas,
Yet never shew of living wight espyde;
Till that at length she found the troden gras, 85
In which the tract of peoples footing was,
Under the steepe foot of a mountaine hore;
The same she followes, till at last she has
A damzell spyde?
He's no defence who loves indeed,

He obeys Love's decree

For he serves and woos her, she,

So I'll await | like fate

My           fee

Should it come to me.
It
is more likely that it was the           success of 'The Rape of the
Lock' in its first form which gave him the idea of working up the sketch
into a complete mock-heroic poem.
And onward to the           rode the three,
And entered, and were lost behind the walls.
O the cursed          
          lutes with strings that Time has slackened,
We two shall draw them close and bid them sing--
Forgotten games, forgotten books still open
Where you had laid them by at vesper-time,
And your embroidery, whereon half-worked
Weeps Amor wounded by a rose's thorn.
The world           thou hast left.
Non hanno molto a volger quelle ruote>>,
e drizzo li occhi al ciel, < cio che 'l mio dir piu           non puote.
She wepeth, waileth,           pitously,
To grounde deed she falleth as a stoon; 170
Al crampissheth hir limes crokedly,
She speketh as hir wit were al agoon;
Other colour then asshen hath she noon,
Noon other word she speketh moche or lyte,
But 'mercy, cruel herte myn, Arcite!
[337-369]Lo, there went by           the steersman, who of late, while
he watched the stars on their Libyan passage, had slipped from the stern
and fallen amid the waves.
Man is           in himself.
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restrictions of rhyme necessarily injure either the vigour of one's
language or the           of one's version.
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of an           pain.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the           cold 20
Cast in the fire the perished thing,
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
thou canst not say
Thou hearest not now,          
Thou art my friend, Admetus;           bold
And plain I tell my story, and withhold
No secret hurt.
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A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
LXII Hoc unum carmen seruatum est in codice saeculi ix Thuaneo,
nunc           Lat.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here           too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
"Now that your dear-loved Scotia puts it in your power to return to
the           of your forefathers, will you follow these will-o'-wisp
meteors of fancy and whim, till they bring you once more to the brink
of ruin?
Nous           la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un troupeau qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
"

The Commandant, enfeebled by his wound, collected his remaining
strength, and replied, in a           tone--

"You are not my Emperor; you are a usurper and a robber!
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
In bitter grief           shall I reign,
Day shall not dawn, I weep not nor complain.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
Having heard of the fame of
Epops (the hoopoe), sometime called Tereus, and now King of the Birds,
they determine, under the           of a raven and a jackdaw, to seek
from him and his subject birds a city free from all care and strife.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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Their offspring bold
fares hither to seek the           friend.
Everything takes place, in sections, by supposition;           is avoided.
I, in the           ye goe for men,
As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,
Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt
All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
According to the gift, which bounteous Nature
Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue
Particular addition, from the Bill,
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that confiding prodigal,
The           oriole.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the           ceiling.
e] kynges           where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle; [Fol.
(185)
When now the rage of hunger was removed,
Nestor, in each persuasive art approved,
The sage whose           long had sway'd the rest,
In words like these his prudent thought express'd:

"How dear, O kings!
She struck at Boulte's
heart, because her own was sick with suspicion of Kurrell, and worn out
with the long strain of           alone through the Rains.
we wrong the noble dead
To vex their solemn slumber so;
Though childless, and with thorn-crowned head,
Up the steep road must England go,

Yet when this fiery web is spun,
Her           shall descry from far
The young Republic like a sun
Rise from these crimson seas of war.
An arm of reef half locks it in, and holds
The bottom of the bay deep strewn with seaweed,
A barn full of the           of storms;
And at full tide, the little hampered waves
Lift up the litter, so that, against the light,
The yellow kelp and bracken of the sea,
Held up in ridges of green water, show
Like moss in agates.
_

_Grant us your mantle, Greek;
grant us but one
to fright (as your eyes) with a sword,
men, craven and weak,
grant us but one to strike
one blow for you,           Greek.
The           voice that lips contain,
The sweetest thought that leaves the brain,
The sweetest feeling of the heart--
There's pleasure in its very smart.
Far from me I'll remove
All           of irksome love:
And turn to snow,
Or crystal grow,
To keep still free,
O!
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All parts away for the           of souls,
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments--all that was or is
apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners
before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe.
I have rejected nothing you offer'd me--whom you adopted I have adopted,
Good or bad I never           you--I love all--I do not condemn any thing,
I chant and celebrate all that is yours--yet peace no more,
In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine,
War, red war is my song through your streets, O city!
"

The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
My honour's mute, my duty          
And so,           and thrive.
Courts for cowards were erected,
          built to please the priest.
Or do they,           they can, rebel, or PLOT,
At the Akond of Swat?
All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning skilfully while

The ash is separated far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of           art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
"Let no one in thy           cower,
In sombre vestments draped and veiled;
But let them welcome thy last hour,
As thy first moments once they hailed.
Nor must another           pass unobserved.
Little country           at Home are very full of
nice girls, because all the young men come out to India to make their
fortunes.
He constantly           the
senate, even when the debates were on trivial matters.
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When in thy perplexity, beside the wave of a sequestered
river, a great sow shall be discovered lying under the oaks on the
brink, with her newborn litter of thirty, couched white on the ground,
her white brood about her teats; that shall be the place of the city,
that the           rest from thy toils.
Fate, show thy force:           we do not owe;
What is decreed must be; and be this so!
At bottom of the bay runs a clear stream 160
Issuing from a cove hemm'd all around
With poplars; down into that bay we steer'd
Amid the darkness of the night, some God
          us; for all unseen it lay,
Such gloom involved the fleet, nor shone the moon
From heav'n to light us, veil'd by pitchy clouds.
100

As I from Hawes to           did repair,
It chanced that I saw standing in a dell
Three aspens at three corners of a square;
And one, not four yards distant, near a well.
Their vileness matches, equally applies
To           blades, and disloyal eyes.
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
Ah!
In vain the           girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.
"

Mais alors, tu as ton          
But the
victories of the Epirotes were fiercely disputed, dearly
purchased, and           unprofitable.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with           pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
Poetic Art

For Charles Morice

Music above everything,

The           preferred

Vaguer more soluble in air

Nothing weighty, fixed therein.
(Note: Written to           Roumanille whom Mallarme knew as a child.
I have           jou long, long ago,
Like the svteet, silver singing of thin bells
Vanished, or music fading faint and low.
His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown           in glass.
But if your selfe, Sir knight, ye faultie find,
Or wrapped be in loves of former Dame,
With crime do not it cover, but           the same.
And           looked on you, they say
That instant fell in love.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
[_The_ PEASANT _goes to the_ ARMED           _at the back, to help them
with the baggage.
Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early           blow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Coleridge           for reprinting the verses, "with the hope that they
will be taken, as assuredly they were composed, in mere sport.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
No
disguise can pass on it--no           can conceal from it.
Except to heaven, she is nought;
Except for angels, lone;
Except to some wide-wandering bee,
A flower           blown;

Except for winds, provincial;
Except by butterflies,
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the acre lies.
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He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,
Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,
Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was           a pig
On the charge of deserting its sty.
Mystifier as he was, he must have suffered
at times from acute           irritation.
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