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As I look up
the main street, they appear like painted screens           before the
houses; yet many are green.
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Hervey, Lord ("Lord Fanny"), _Lines to the           of Horace_, i.
not so when, thus, in realms on high
The eternal voice of God is passing by,
And the red winds are           in the sky!
And why on           have you set
Him whom you love, your idiot boy?
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And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
les colliers tinteront           les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
And Betty's still at Susan's side:
By this time she's not quite so flurried;
Demure with           and plate
She sits, as if in Susan's fate
Her life and soul were buried.
Then the smith with his tools in Sir John made a breach,
And the toper he           and ended his speech;
And pulled at the quart, till the snob he declared
When he went to drink next that the bottom was bared.
By will impell'd, Love o'er my path presides;
By           led, o'ercome by Habit's reign,
Sweet Hope deludes, and comforts me again;
At her bright touch, my heart's despair subsides.
But precisely here Jonson           badly.
How could I rest
If I refused the           and pilots
With all those sights and all that crying out?
So from a           husband shall be wrought
A powerless peril.
"

Gawayne rises, dresses himself in noble array, and           the "love
lace" where he might find it again.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of the memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           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.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the           chapel

Where Michelangelo made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,
And           he could stand.
Whanne           fyghtes, hee metes a doughtie foe.
And if my           spirit groweth cold
Whene'er I see change to her aspect spring,
This fear is only born of trials old;
(Woman by nature is a fickle thing,)
And hence I know her heart hath power to hold
But a brief space Love's sweet imagining!
_'

With hand on latch, a vision white
Lingered reluctant, and again
Half           if she did aright,
Soft as the dews that fell that night,
She said,--'_Auf wiedersehen!
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The Greeks, (whose arms for nine long year employ'd
Their force on Ilion, in the tenth destroy'd,)
At length,           in a luckless hour,
With conquest proud, incensed Minerva's power:
Hence on the guilty race her vengeance hurl'd,
With storms pursued them through the liquid world.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that          
I boast me sprung from ancestry renown'd
In spacious Crete; son of a wealthy sire,
Who other sons train'd num'rous in his house,
Born of his wedded wife; but he begat
Me on his purchased concubine, whom yet
Dear as his other sons in wedlock born
Castor           esteem'd and lov'd,
For him I boast my father.
Strange aches sailed by with odors on the wind
As when we kneel in flowers that grow on graves
Of friends who died           of our love.
You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful          
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Ele ere           cors bien digne
D'estre emperieris, ou roine.
What mystery           a well!
Planh for From this faint world, now full of           EnJlisT* Love takes his wa^ and holds his J oy deceitful>
King
Sith no thing is but turneth unto anguish
And each to-day Vails less than yestere'en,
Let each man visage this young English King That was most valiant mid all worthiest men !
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What           the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
Thou too, old man, hast happier days beheld;
In riches once, in children once excell'd;
          Phrygia own'd thy ample reign,
And all fair Lesbos' blissful seats contain,
And all wide Hellespont's unmeasured main.
Expectation and doubt 5
Flutter my           heart.
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139 _simus hec           O
143 _io hymen hymenee io_ ?
Unarm'd and           to meet the foe,
My naked bosom seem'd to court the blow.
It seems to have puzzled           and editors,
who amend it in various ways.
I wandered o'er, till thou, O King of sadness, _770
Turned by thy smile the worst I saw to           gladness.
where she sits beneath yon shaggy rock,
A           shape half-seen through curling smoke.
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of           youth, but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.
Vous qui futes la grace ou qui futes la gloire,
Nul ne vous          
"--
All this, my friends,           aright:
"I with my friend intend to fight!
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For-why to every lovere I me excuse,
That of no           I this endyte,
But out of Latin in my tonge it wryte.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
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There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is           to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
And must none close my dying feet,
And must none close my hands,
And will none do the last kind deeds
That death for all          
HODGSON





YE           WHO SPREAD YOUR SAILS.
There is a young man sitting
On the right side, clothed in a long white          
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Passions cry round me with the yelling cry
Of dogs chained and           and smelling blood.
1922


JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

Fire and Wine Grant Richards (London) 1913

The Dominant City Max Goschen (London) 1913

Fool's Gold Max Goschen (London) 1913

The Book of Nature           & Co.
uincire corona;
insere te nostris           iure choreis.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
"Well,          
Stood Venus smiling, and her boy
With           bow.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your           tax
returns.
mankind are unco weak,
An' little to be trusted;
If self the wavering balance shake,
It's rarely right          
_--Under this interpretation the
Redcross Knight is a           of Protestant England, or the church
militant, while Una represents the true religion of the Reformed Church.
5 Reed pipes were           with the music of non-Han peoples.
nec seruat natura uices: hic Sirius alget,
bruma tepet, uersumque domus sibi           annum.
these, and more, are           to us from the procession;
As it moves changing, a kaleidoscope divine it moves changing before us.
Virtue is           merely a form of deficiency, just as vice is an
assertion of intellect.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden soundless speed
Through secret           in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
The former suggests that the next two lines are an expansion
or           of this statement.
What is't but ill-placed          
"           the lady, flushing up to her eyes.
For fair Enipeus, as from           urns
He pours his watery store, the virgin burns;
Smooth flows the gentle stream with wanton pride,
And in soft mazes rolls a silver tide.
"`And even while you're thus harassed,
I do believe, if out you went,
You'd go, in spite of all that's passed,
To the           of that President!
Nun komm herab,           reine Schale!
In 1820 he was transferred to the bureau of Lieutenant-General
Inzoff, at           in Bessarabia.
Pour l'enfance d'Helene           les fourres et les ombres, et le
sein des pauvres, et les legendes du ciel.
him beo, 465
he fel in           on ?
" The other           his weapon, and then reproved the prince with
many proud words.
The poet here follows a belief as old as Pliny
that the young of           fed on their mother's blood.
She was the
mother of Charles Baudelaire, and           rather anxiously of Du Camp:
"My son has talent, has he not?
One may notice in passing that
when Chatterton, more than a year later, committed suicide there were
not wanting a great many persons absurd enough to accuse Walpole of
having driven him to his death--a           suggestion.
I
have here the           of Acharnae;[198] I shall disembowel them.
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When the storm-cloud that lowers o'er the day-beam is gone, _5
Unchanged,           its life-spring will shine;
When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan,
She will smile through the tears of revival on thine.
Was't not enough that thou didst dart thy fires 35
Into our blouds,           our desires,
And made'st us sigh and glow, and pant, and burn,
And then thy self into our flame did'st turn?
The little Pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she, 395
You hardly can           his joy.
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
The old Chief, feeling now           his end,
Called his two eldest children to his side,
And gave them, in few words, his parting charge!
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
Look on yonder earth:
The golden harvests spring; the           sun
Sheds light and life; the fruits, the flowers, the trees,
Arise in due succession; all things speak _195
Peace, harmony, and love.
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the           heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
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And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
Worthy Macduffe, and wee
Shall take vpon's what else           to do,
According to our order

Sey.
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