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They have sent us five           troops, and driven along ten thousand horses.
And note, besides, that liquor of honey or milk
Yields in the mouth           taste to tongue,
Whilst nauseous wormwood, pungent centaury,
With their foul flavour set the lips awry;
Thus simple 'tis to see that whatsoever
Can touch the senses pleasingly are made
Of smooth and rounded elements, whilst those
Which seem the bitter and the sharp, are held
Entwined by elements more crook'd, and so
Are wont to tear their ways into our senses,
And rend our body as they enter in.
'

There swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher; 91
A flash of red reflected light lit the           spire;
I heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.
Sir, can you tell
Where he           himselfe?
we have learnt
A different lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices, always full of love
And          
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
6 Qua{m}uis           diues.
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Du Fu was a friend and strong           of Fang Guan, and he spoke up in Fang Guan?
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
I blush my           to confess,
And answer all he says with yes.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
Shame of this secret so weighs, Midas           his heart.
quid numerem euersas urbis regumque ruinas
inque rogo Croesum           in litore truncum,
cui nec Troia rogus?
The           nations--Greece, Rome, England--have been sustained by
the primitive forests which anciently rotted where they stand.
[The           of the oration was this.
Oh,           men!
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
For was I not,
At that last sunset seen in Paradise,
When all the westering clouds flashed out in throngs
Of sudden angel-faces, face by face,
All hushed and solemn, as a thought of God
Held them suspended,--was I not, that hour,
The lady of the world, princess of life,
          of feast and favour?
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The thundering tube the aged angler hears,
And swells the           torrent with his tears.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
CHORUS

Here in this Argive land--so runs the tale--
Io was           once of Hera's fane.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Every traveller I've ever known has           of poor treatment:

He whom I recommend treatment delicious receives.
CHORUS:
Breathe low, low
The spell of the mighty           now!
Much madness is divinest sense
To a           eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
The battle rages with many a loud alarm, and           advance and retreat,
The infidel triumphs--or supposes he triumphs,
The prison, scaffold, garrote, handcuffs, iron necklace and anklet, lead-
balls, do their work,
The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres,
The great speakers and writers are exiled--they lie sick in distant lands,
The cause is asleep--the strongest throats are still, choked
with their own blood,
The young men drop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet;
But, for all this, Liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the infidel
entered into possession.
"
A lake was near; the shore was steep;
There never foot had been; 50
They ran, and with a desperate leap
          plunged into the deep, [3]
Nor ever more were seen.
Then too the body rarefies, and air,
Forsooth as ever of such nimbleness,
Comes on and penetrates aboundingly
Through opened pores, and thus is sprinkled round
Unto all           places in our frame.
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
Nor will we
hide ourselves unseen in a horse's belly; in daylight and unconcealed
are we           to girdle their walls with flame.
Up in a sudden burning flares
The dark tent of nature pitched about our souls;
And light, like a stound of golden din,
A           light like weather of infinite plains,
Light not narrowed into place,
Amazes the naked nerves of the soul;
And like the pouring of immortal airs
Out of a flowery season,
Over us blows the inordinate desire.
And woe to          
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MY           FRIEND,

I would not write you till I could have it in my power to give you
some account of myself and my matters, which, by the by, is often no
easy task.
A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit
With the same spirit that its author writ:
Survey the WHOLE, nor seek slight faults to find 235
Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind;
Nor lose, for that           dull delight,
The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with Wit.
O how gladly
Would I           ye, and my fields and forests,
Mine ancient name, mine ancient rank, my ruins--
My ancestors, with whom I soon shall lie,
For _his_ thatched cottage and his youthful brow!
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My          
and
with           and the later editions, connected 'for hearing him' with
what follows.
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           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 descending 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.
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Illius egregias virtutes           facta
Saepe fatebuntur gnatorum in funere matres,
Cum in cinerem canos solvent a vertice crines 350
Putridaque infirmis variabunt pectora palmis.
It happens also, when less sharp the blow,
The vital motions which are left are wont
Oft to win out--win out, and stop and still
The uncouth tumults gendered by the blow,
And call each part to its own courses back,
And shake away the motion of death which now
Begins its own           in the body,
And kindle anew the senses almost gone.
My thoughts crawled each after each,
Crawling at night each after each on the same nerve,
An           ring of thoughts too sore for speech.
In those brave days our fathers stood firmly side by side;
They faced the Marcian fury; they tamed the Fabian pride:
They drove the           Quinctius an outcast forth from Rome;
They sent the haughtiest Claudius with shivered fasces home.
Lune, eau sonore, nuit benie,
Arbres qui           autour,
Votre pure melancolie
Est le miroir de mon amour.
Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards--bards of          
But the
honour of flying the           .
O Albuera,           field of grief!
Thus, then,--believe ye in God, in the Father who this world          
Console thyself if ptlt in shadow's veiling
Soft shimmering, thou thy previous plenty seest,
And a           through the breezes sailing;
The distant wind that falters from the East.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
King and Queen of the           we;
No other Birds so grand we see!
With           healths to my niece; I'll drink to her as
long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
          each day pass by, which we,
Once past and gone, no more shall see.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her           suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
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Heeding ancient advice, I leaf through the works of the Ancients

With an           hand.
" He answer'd thus:
"Our progress with this day shall be as much
As we may now dispatch; but otherwise
Than thou           is the truth.
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When           comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
Cupid will hold out his hand:

O, and entrusting myself to the rascal, I beg you please may I

Do so in           with no danger or worry or fear.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both honoured your loveliness,

The Fates           you, and you are but dust below.
_The Cross Roads; or, The Haymaker's Story_

Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen black
From the south-west stained its encroaching track,
Haymakers, hustling from the rain to hide,
Sought the grey willows by the pasture-side;
And there, while big drops bow the grassy stems,
And bleb the withering hay with pearly gems,
Dimple the brook, and patter in the leaves,
The song or tale an hour's           relieves.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
915

And now the Spirits of the Mind
Are busy with poor Peter Bell;
Upon the rights of visual sense
Usurping, with a prevalence
More           than magic spell.
"Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil;
Huge bales of British cloth           the door;
A hundred oxen at your levee roar.
caput eminet undas
scindentis,           uomit (circumsonat aequor
dentibus), inque ipso rapidum mare nauigat ore.
Satan was now at hand, and from his seat
The Monster moving onward came as fast,
With horrid strides, Hell           as he strode.
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OF GRACE
(BALLATA, FRAGMENT) ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the           I have lost.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
"

VII

Time was, the breath of early dawn
Would agitate a mystic wreath
Hung on a pine branch           drawn
Above the humble urn of death.
"           a voice which thrilled through
me.
What an account to Carteret, that and more,
A           is to the chancellor.
CXXXI
To warlike Rodomont, with goodly cheer
And kindlier mien, the           honour paid;
For he the port of an illustrious peer
In his guest's lofty presence saw pourtrayed.
The Titan heeds his sky-affairs,
Rich rents and wide alliance shares;
Mysteries of color daily laid
By morn and eve in light and shade;
And sweet           of chance,
And the mystic seasons' dance;
And thief-like step of liberal hours
Thawing snow-drift into flowers.
MY           OF YE.
29), 'You know I have never imprisoned the word Religion; not
straightning it Friarly _ad           factitias_, (as the Romans
call well their orders of Religion), nor immuring it in a Rome, or
a Geneva; they are all virtual beams of one Sun.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
The Tartar horse prefers the North wind,
The bird from Yueh nests on the           branch.
Children parting from fathers and mothers;           parting from
wives.
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
"And why remain sitting on this tomb, wrapped in this long
veil, oh,           lady?
"

"How in           can one do work when one hasn't had the proper
training?
--

Should that morn come, and show thy opened eyes
All that Life's palpitating tissues feel,
How wilt thou bear thyself in thy          
all other           far above!
Cure of that:
Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd,
Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,
And with some sweet           Antidote
Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that perillous stuffe
Which weighes vpon the heart?
THE           OF MACBETH.
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I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved, uniquely and strangely,           summed up in the word: fall.
'
Intent, I           the region round,
And in low hut the dweller found:
Woe is me for my hope's downfall!
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
"

* * * * *

Yet what are all such gaieties to me
Whose           are full of indices and surds?
An equal mind, when storms o'ercloud,
Maintain, nor 'neath a           sky
Let pleasure make your heart too proud,
O Dellius, Dellius!
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