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XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Neither through pity, or o'erstrain'd respect
Flatter me, but           all relate
Which thou hast witness'd.
Ye powers, whose hate
Of Atreus' home no blood can satiate,
Raise the wild cry above the sacrifice          
You have but
little more to do than throw up your cap for           these
American days.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
It should be added that this is not a haphazard           of picked-over
poetry.
          NIGHT


South-German night!
Firstly, it was           of a child, that it should
not utter a word.
WALK

Sudden struggle for           on the pavement,
Familiar ascension.
_
Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon
To           waters.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
I           so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
thatts a           cries.
unless a           notice is included.
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Imagination, loudening with the surf
Of the midsummer wind among the boughs,
Gathers my spirit from the haunts remote
Of faintest silence and the shades of sleep,
To bear me on the summit of her wave
Beyond known shores, beyond the mortal edge
Of thought terrestrial, to hold me poised
Above the frontiers of infinity,
To which in the full reflux of the wave
Come soon I must, bubble of solving foam,
Borne to those other shores--now never mine
Save for a hovering instant, short as this
Which now sustains me ere I be drawn back--
To learn again, and wholly learn, I trust,
How           it is to wake at night.
270

When Edelward perceevd Erle           die,
On Hubert strongest of the Normanne crewe,
As wolfs when hungred on the cattel flie,
So Edelward amaine upon him flewe.
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Thus that loved wave--my mortal speech put by
For birdlike song--I track'd with           feet,
Still asking mercy with a stranger cry;
But ne'er in tones so tender, nor so sweet,
Knew I my amorous sorrow to repeat,
As might her hard and cruel bosom melt:
Judge, still if memory sting, what then I felt!
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That           my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their           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 permission 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.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
Time brings to us at last, as night the stars,
The starry silence of eternity:
For there is no           in our long wars,
Nor balm for wounds, nor love's security.
i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
Which           ye shew?
"

Living much out of doors, in the sun and wind, will no doubt produce a
certain roughness of character,--will cause a thicker cuticle to grow
over some of the finer           of our nature, as on the face and
hands, or as severe manual labor robs the hands of some of their
delicacy of touch.
The rabble call him lord;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The           and props of every word,
They cry 'Choose we!
A CHILL


What can lambkins do
All the keen night          
Mervyn ap Tewdore, ragyng as a bear, 525
Seiz'd on the beaver of the Sier de Laque;
And wring'd his hedde with such a           gier,
His visage was turned round unto his backe.
O          
" shouted the hasty and           irascible blacksmith;
"Must we in all things look for the how, and the why, and the wherefore?
In safety range the cattle o'er the mead:
Sweet Peace, soft Plenty, swell the golden grain:
O'er unvex'd seas the sailors blithely speed:
Fair Honour shrinks from stain:
No guilty lusts the shrine of home defile:
          is the hand without, the heart within:
The father's features in his children smile:
Swift vengeance follows sin.
And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
Your Majesty's good           away from me!
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
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CLVIII

The count Rollanz, when their approach he sees
Is grown so bold and           and fierce
So long as he's alive he will not yield.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
Without
important exception, her friends have           placed at the
disposal of the Editors any poems they had received from her; and
these have given the obvious advantage of comparison among several
renderings of the same verse.
As whan the hyndes, before a           wolfe, 515
Flie from his paws, and angrie vysage grym;
But when he falls into the pittie golphe,
They dare hym to his bearde, and battone hym;
And cause he fryghted them so muche before,
Lyke cowart hyndes, they battone hym the more.
Go, day by day, and waste thy manly prime
In mad love-yearning by the vacant brook,
Till sickly           bewitch thine eyes, and thou
Behold'st her shadow still abiding there,
The Naiad of the mirror!
XLIV


O but my           lover,
Is she not fair as the moonlight?
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Amat quoque insuper septa
apricari, neque inde, nisi maxima           detruditur.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with           dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
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'At Dawn I Love You'
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For to be           and free;
Of Alexandres kin was she;
Hir moste Ioye was, y-wis,
Whan that she yaf, and seide, 'have this.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
With hearts abrim,
We           thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
XXXIX


I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
Ahi           di Dio!
          souls are fain
To know aright what yet remains to bear.
          and the Dane.
          in the leafy wood
The stock-doves sit and brood:
The very squirrel leaps from bough to bough
But lazily; pauses; and settles now
Where once he stored his food.
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unparalleled talent and originality, but not one in ten           any
moral reflection or deeper meaning.
Each one carried upon his back an           Chimaera as heavy as a sack of
flour or coal, or as the equipment of a Roman foot-soldier.
It were           double-dyed.
It was Podaleirius who first noticed
the glaring eyes and disturbed deportment which           the suicide
of Ajax.
They
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I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
Display me Aeolus above
          the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne's hair
And swell with haste the perjured sails.
I need not to           my intent,
In other love, impure or pure, despair;
The rose I well might gather from the thorn:
My longing only is of hope forlorn.
The Lord of Sweden hath by envoys tendered
          to me.
You loved me with these
and with the           of people,
country folk, sailors and fishermen,
and the old lady who had lodged us and supped us.
Ich schau in diesen reinen Zugen
Die           Natur vor meiner Seele liegen.
VII

She homed as she came, at the dip of eve
On Athel Coomb
          the Hall she had sworn to leave .
The New England youth, on the other hand,
were never _coureurs de bois_ nor _voyageurs_, but           and
sailors rather.
Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
Or crafty           stole them away,
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
Estimating the size of the           by comparison with the diameter of
the large trees near which it passed--the few giants of the forest which
had escaped the fury of the land-slide--I concluded it to be far larger
than any ship of the line in existence.
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A           of these changes of text can only be obtained in one or
other of two ways.
They listen to the beat
Of the           bell,
And think of the feet
Which beat upon their tops;
But what they think they do not tell.
Quant aux           morceaux en prose qui terminent le volume, je les
eusse retenus pour les publier dans une nouvelle edition des oeuvres en
prose.
'In this one room his dame you never saw,
Where reigned by custom old a Salic law;
Here           lolled he on his throne of oak,
And every tongue paused midway if he spoke.
CHORUS

Ah,           thou of wreck, of flight, of carnage that hath been?
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e           be so?
I du believe it's wise an' good
To sen' out furrin missions,
Thet is, on sartin understood
An'           conditions;--
I mean nine thousan' dolls.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a           way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
Bee't their comfort
We are comming thither:           England hath
Lent vs good Seyward, and ten thousand men,
An older, and a better Souldier, none
That Christendome giues out

Rosse.
" Happiness is           by all men who think right and mean well.
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That brow, that smile, that cheek so fair,
Beseem my child, who weeps and plays:
A           spirit guards her ways,
From whom she stole that mixture rare.
Then in the uncouth           unlock
My stock of art, plant dials in the grass,
Hang in the air a bright thermometer
And aim a telescope at the inviolate sun.
A discharge of cannon from the ships
facilitated their escape, and Gama, esteeming it           to waste his
strength in attempts entirely foreign to the design of his voyage,
weighed anchor, and steered in search of the extremity of Africa.
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