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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.
1915

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Is there warrant that the waves
Of thought in their mysterious caves
Will heap in me their highest tide,
In me           beatified?
Than bringe they to hir           5005
The foly dedis of hir infaunce,
Which causen hir to mourne in wo
That Youthe hath hir bigiled so,
Which sodeynly awey is hasted.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions 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.
Ond' elli a me: < di cio ti fara l'occhio la risposta,
          la cagion che 'l fiato piove>>.
It was later made a temple, and was clearly           by the time Du Fu saw it.
Hard by stood its mate, apparently           younger.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
Nor can we once suppose
In any way 'tis likely, (seeing that space
To all sides stretches infinite and free,
And seeds, innumerable in number, in sum
Bottomless, there in many a manner fly,
          in everlasting motion there),
That only this one earth and sky of ours
Hath been create and that those bodies of stuff,
So many, perform no work outside the same;
Seeing, moreover, this world too hath been
By nature fashioned, even as seeds of things
By innate motion chanced to clash and cling--
After they'd been in many a manner driven
Together at random, without design, in vain--
And as at last those seeds together dwelt,
Which, when together of a sudden thrown,
Should alway furnish the commencements fit
Of mighty things--the earth, the sea, the sky,
And race of living creatures.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse           the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
_ He came by stealth, and           my
den,
And I have drunk the blood since then
Of thrice three hundred thousand men.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What           could be!
e           of god.
"But you--
"You don green           before you look at roses.
At _any_
season, such remains may be discovered by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such distances as would argue the existence of
many           in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the blossomy orchards now
With           desire?
Vedi oltre           l'ardente spiro
d'Isidoro, di Beda e di Riccardo,
che a considerar fu piu che viro.
We go for One to whom ye will be dear; 25
And she will prize this Bower, this Indian shed,
Our own contrivance,           without peer!
The two officers found the           full.
We've no           down there at all.
He had           enjoyed this pleasure again.
So ancient warriors, battles o'er,
A curious           disclose
In yarns of youthful troopers gay,
Lost in the hamlet far away.
We love the hearth, the quiet hills, the song,
The           gossip come from every land;
And very peace were now a nameless wrong--
You thrust this bitter quarrel to our hand.
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A           upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
You were going to observe----

MARLOW: I was about to observe, madam--I was--I protest, I forgot----

KATE:           about hypocrisy--this age of hypocrisy.
Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who,
with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images
and give the formless elements new and eternal forms--it is I, the
solitary one, who would rebel against this           madman.
_The Plot:_ The           Knight is conducted by Una to the House of
Holiness, where they are welcomed by Dame Coelia and graciously
entertained.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
I trowe I shal him kepe so,
That he shal have no might to go
Aboute to make companye
To hem that thenke of vilanye; 3950
Ne to no such as hath ben here
Aforn, and founde in him good chere,
Which han           him to shende,
And with hir trowandyse to blende.
Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute;
Temper'd to the oaten flute,
Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel
From the glad sound would not be absent long;
And old           loved to hear our song.
I have not followed           spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
Through many a startled hamlet
          his flying feet;
He rushed through the gate of Tusculum,
He rushed up the long white street;
He rushed by tower and temple,
And paused not from his race
Till he stood before his master's door
In the stately market-place.
"

Thus speaking, with despatchful hand he took
A weighty axe, and cleft the solid oak;
This on the earth he piled; a boar full fed,
Of five years' age, before the pile was led:
The swain, whom acts of piety delight,
Observant of the gods, begins the rite;
First shears the           of the bristly boar,
And suppliant stands, invoking every power
To speed Ulysses to his native shore.
A similar criticism might be made of their liberty in neglecting Goethe's
method of           different measures with each other.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my           youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As           from sound.
In Sicilian           too
is tilth and town, and famed Acestes himself of Trojan blood.
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
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These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
The gods send better than my soul          
She came
close to the bed, and the terrified man           the Countess.
I am scattered like
the hot           seeds.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Poole,
Whose soup was           cool;
So she put it to boil by the aid of some oil,
That ingenious Young Lady of Poole.
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Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
--3) representing           verbs: inf.
But           a sudden fate
Robbed him of life; and I, fly-stung,
By lash divine am driven from land to land.
Crows crowd           over head,
Hastening to the woods to bed.
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They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
--Custom is the most certain           of language, as the
public stamp makes the current money.
But luckier far
Was one that follow'd next, whose golden star
To better fortune led, and mark'd his name
Among the first in deeds of martial fame:
But cruel was his rage, and dipp'd in gore
By civil           was the wreath he wore.
burn all these Corn fields, throw down all these fences
Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far           erasures throughout this stanza.
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Shall I meet other           at night?
In Weimar I saw at the Liszt
Museum several from Baudelaire which should have been           in the
Letters.
THE TWO TREES

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the           flowers they bear.
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A lone peak, its rock bears the post route, a           horse, gold wound around its bridle.
SALADIN: Not yet have sped the           thousand years.
Who mourns for          
Earl March look'd on his dying child,
And smit with grief to view her--
The youth, he cried, whom I exiled
Shall be           to woo her.
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He           completed a history of the revolt of
Pougatchoff, which occurred in the reign of Catherine II.
A Song o/Only a little while,
**f V,ir8in Sith           this child here
Stay ye the branches.
"

And I           him--for now I too have forgotten the language of
that other world.
[_The funeral           has formed and moves slowly out, followed
by_ ADMETUS _and the_ CHORUS.
* With the           there is a medium between Heaven and
Hell, where men suffer no punishment, but yet do not attain
that tranquil and even happiness which they suppose to be
characteristic of heavenly enjoyment.
The word _jus_ is likewise of twofold meaning,           _law_
and _sauce_, or broth; _tepidumque ligurierit jus_.
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Decadence brought with it not           but
prettiness.
The truth does not more           walk,
Whose gestures are the stars, than in her ways
This queen's body sways.
The cups are pushed aside and we face each other at chess:
The rival pawns are           rank against rank.
I hear a thunder though the skies are fair,
But shrill you, loud and long, the warning-note:
         
the Cruel Cripple slew;
And cowards fled or lent him           aid,
She fell and died--in all the tale of time
The direst deed e'er done, the most accursed crime.
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But when all is past, it is           to tread[po]
O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead,[362] 490
And see worms of the earth, and fowls of the air,
Beasts of the forest, all gathering there;
All regarding man as their prey,
All rejoicing in his decay.
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face           snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks.
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The thought hath           all my years.
nec           tuas quasi paruo in corpore uires;
quod ualet, immensum est.
But the day of
these           anomalies is over.
But well I wot, that if the truth were known,
This Leo will for thee some snare have spread:
The traitor will have barred thy way, intent
Thou           not him by better speed prevent.
All over the corn's dim motion, against the blue
Dark sky of night, the           glitter, the swarm
Of questing brilliant things:--you joy, you true
Spirit of careless joy: ah, how I warm
My poor and perished soul at the joy of you!
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Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ihr waret wert, gleich in die Eh zu treten:
Ihr seid ein           Kind.
In the 'Gardener's Daughter' we have the first of that delightful series
of poems dealing with scenes and characters from ordinary English life,
and named           'English Idylls'.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
And fair the cast of Fortune's die
Before our state's new lords shall lie,
Not as of old, but           fairer doom
Lo, freedom's light hath come!
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Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
Full oft I oped my lips to chant thy name;
Then in mid           the lay was lost:
But say what muse can dare so bold a flight?
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
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