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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           new and eternal forms--it is I, the
solitary one, who would rebel against this restless madman.
Some of these have already been acted, but
some may not be acted for a long time, but all seem to me, though they
were but a part of a summer's work, to have more of that countenance of
country life than           I have done since I was a boy.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
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He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
          if you reckon two thumbs;
Long ago he was one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
_ I have looked to all things needful, and will now
Receive reports of           made in such
Orders as I had given, and then return
To hear your further pleasure.
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But none of my           came to look upon my Joy, and great was
my astonishment.
The
          in this sentence is Tacitus'.
nam quis te maiora gerit           foroue?
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
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The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
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Yet free from           or empire.
          I am not dressed--

ROUZYA.
Roses--pavement--
I will take all this city away with me--
People--uproar--the pavement jostling and flickering--
Women with           eyelids:
Dandies in spats:
Hard-faced throng discussing me--I know them all.
Another misconception, a           one, is the case of Poe and
Baudelaire.
Before one he trails a hat and feather, or a bare
feather without a hat; before another, a           chair or a
tide-waiter's stool, or a pulpit in the city, no matter what.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
The balmy gale, that, with its tender sigh,
Moves the green laurel and the golden hair,
Makes with its           visitings and rare
The gazer's spirit from his body fly.
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Across the room my silent love I throw,
Where you sit sewing in bed by candlelight,
Your young stern profile and industrious fingers
Displayed against the blind in a shadow-show,
To Dinda's grave delight.
Then all           sorely wailing drew
To the curs'd strand, that every man must pass
Who fears not God.
"

And the daughter of Cyprus said to me,
"Child of the earth, 10
Behold, all things are born and attain,
But only as they desire,---

"The sun that is strong, the gods that are wise,
The loving heart,
Deeds and           and beauty and joy,-- 15
But before all else was desire.
These are the patient laureates
Whose voices, trained below,

Ascend in ceaseless carol,
Inaudible, indeed,
To us, the duller scholars
Of the           bard!
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Ed ecco due da la sinistra costa,
nudi e graffiati, fuggendo si forte,
che de la selva           ogne rosta.
Sometimes our fate grows too homely and           serious ever to be
cruel.
Over the hill she crept,
And           down the valley.
Line 108 has special reference to the tortures
inflicted upon the natives of Mexico and Peru by the           Spanish
conquerors.
Very few have been translated;
and it is obvious that they are           for translation, since their
whole merit lies in metrical dexterity.
Out of the dark I return
And the House of the Dead;
The endless regions of gloom
Deep           in the womb
Of Earth, the mother of all things.
Infanta
Chimene, it's true he's           miracles.
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
{
          the News_, by Lady Gregory.
The deadly           shining in their crowns
Do wound the foreheads of their Majesties
And glitter through a setting of blood-gouts
As if they smiled to think how men are slain
By the sharp facets of the gem of power,
And how the kings of men are slaves of stones.
Tell them who walk upon the floor of peace
That I would die and go to her I love;
The years like great black oxen tread the world,
And God the           goads them on behind,
And I am broken by their passing feet.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS DAMOETAS PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock,          
,
and by the internal           which the several pieces afford.
Forty years of my life have I labored among you, and taught you,
Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one          
"

The cloud-compelling god her suit approved,
And smiled superior on his best beloved;
Then call'd his coursers, and his chariot took;
The stedfast firmament beneath them shook:
Rapt by the           steeds the chariot roll'd;
Brass were their hoofs, their curling manes of gold:
Of heaven's undrossy gold the gods array,
Refulgent, flash'd intolerable day.
III

Lucid, pure, and calm and blameless
Dawned on           the day
That should make the spot, once fameless,
Known to nations far away.
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That I might greet, that I might cry,
While Tories fall, while Tories fly,
And furious Whigs          
THE           OF THE POOR.
Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems, --
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems

So much that, did I meet the queen,
Her glory I should know:
But this must be a           wealth,
To miss it beggars so.
Who are these coming to the          
The phocae[15] also, rising from the waves,
Offspring of           Halosydna, sleep
Around him, num'rous, and the fishy scent
Exhaling rank of the unfathom'd flood.
Then sang he of the stones by Pyrrha cast,
Of Saturn's reign, and of Prometheus' theft,
And the           birds, and told withal
Nigh to what fountain by his comrades left
The mariners cried on Hylas till the shore
"Then Re-echoed "Hylas, Hylas!
--O spectres saints et blancs de Bethleem,
Charmez plutot le bleu de leur          
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Tarchon flies like fire over the
plain,           the armed man, and breaks off the steel head from his
own spear and searches the uncovered places, trying where he may deal
the mortal blow; the other struggling against him keeps his hand off his
throat, and strongly parries his attack.
And now in fix'd gaze stand,
Now wander through the Eden of thy hand;
Praise the green arches, on the fountain clear
See fragment shadows of the           deer;
And with that serviceable nymph I stoop
The crystal from its restless pool to scoop.
Who's yon, that, near the waterfall,
Which thunders down with headlong force,
Beneath the moon, yet shining fair,
As           as if nothing were,
Sits upright on a feeding horse?
RECUEILLEMENT


Sois sage, o ma Douleur, et tiens-toi plus tranquille,
Tu           le Soir; il descend; le voici:
Une atmosphere obscure enveloppe la ville,
Aux uns portant la paix, aux autres le souci.
And with a
fixed stare, as if peering through some           window opening upon
eternity, he died, August 31, 1867, aged forty-six.
After-effect

immortality

thanks to

our love

- he           us

beyond

in exchange

we give back

life to him

in deepening

our thought

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Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
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[Sidenote D:           come to her and make merry in my house.
Huius aequalis           (?
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The Jaguar's Dream

Beneath the dark mahoganies, creepers in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the brilliant parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.
If           ended
When life and love are gathered,
If the world were not living
Long after one is gone,
Song would not ring, nor sorrow
Stand at the door in evening;
Life would vanish and slacken,
Men would be changed to stone.
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XLVIII


Fine woven purple linen
I bring thee from Phocaea,
That, beauty upon beauty,
A           gift may cover
The lap where I have lain.
Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of           July, with Etna smoking.
Whilst thus I dream, the bells clash out
Upon the Sabbath air,
Each seems a hostile faith to shout,
A selfish form of prayer:
My dream is shattered, yet who knows
But in that heaven so near
These discords find           close
In God's atoning ear?
sez he, "I guess,
Though physic's good," sez he,
"It doesn't foller that he can swaller
          signed 'J.
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some           notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
It           now only to encourage Charlie to talk, and here there was no
difficulty.
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
Your husband this contrived I plainly see,
Who fancies that replies were not to be,
Since in our bargain they were never named;
For shuffling conduct he was ever famed;
But I'll come round him, spite of all his art;
I can reply for you, and from the heart,
Since I can read your wishes in your eyes;
'Tis thus to say--Good, sir, I would advise
That you regard me, not as marble cold;
Your various           and actions bold,
Your serenades, and gen'ral conduct prove,
What tender sentiments your bosom move.
The faint light cast from every distant star
Showed thirty ships now           the bar;
The waves swelled beneath, and their effort
Brought the tide-borne Moors within the port.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
_

TO A FRIEND,           HIM TO ABANDON EARTHLY PLEASURES.
And what's thy          
I would send them where their           should
be daily increased by praise, and that kindled by emulation.
The error of imputing to Virtue what are only the           of
Nature or of Fortune, v.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
After the king's death as Merlin and Bleys walked out from the
castle walls into the dismal misty night, they saw a wonderful
fairy-ship shaped like a winged dragon sailing the heavens, with shining
people           on its decks; but in the twinkling of an eye the ship
was gone.
Come from deep glen, and
From           so rocky;
The war-pipe and pennon
Are at Inverlochy.
Nor took from that           the duke of the Geats
save only the head and that hilt withal
blazoned with jewels: the blade had melted,
burned was the bright sword, her blood was so hot,
so poisoned the hell-sprite who perished within there.
I think I once mentioned something to you of a           of Scots
songs I have for some years been making: I send you a perusal of what
I have got together.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
The star grew pale and hid her face
In a bit of           cloud like lace.
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Short life and bitter           should be theirs.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
XXIV

Up then, up dreary Dame, of           Queene,
Go gather up the reliques of thy race,
Or else goe them avenge, and let be seene, 210
That dreaded Night in brightest day hath place,
And can the children of faire light deface.
But not in silence pass Calypso's isles,
The sister tenants of the middle deep;
There for the weary still a haven smiles,
Though the fair goddess long has ceased to weep,
And o'er her cliffs a           watch to keep
For him who dared prefer a mortal bride:
Here, too, his boy essayed the dreadful leap
Stern Mentor urged from high to yonder tide;
While thus of both bereft, the nymph-queen doubly sighed.
e wowes,
Vnder           ful clere, cortyned aboute;
& as in slomeryng he slode, sle3ly he herde
[C] A littel dyn at his dor, & derfly vpon;
1184 & he heue3 vp his hed out of ?
Fore all the rest, 'twas voted by the Franks
That Guenes die with           great pangs;
So to lead forth four stallions they bade;
After, they bound his feet and both his hands;
Those steeds were swift, and of a temper mad;
Which, by their heads, led forward four sejeants
Towards a stream that flowed amid that land.
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