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Return O           when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the following 2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
"

And the old Cats said, "Be           careful not to meddle with a
clangle-wangle if you should see one.
The First and Second           are not numbered.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then           fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
]

XXIX

Sound sleep, books, walking, were his bliss,
The           brook, the woodland shade,
The uncontaminated kiss
Of a young dark-eyed country maid,
A fiery, yet well-broken horse,
A dinner, whimsical each course,
A bottle of a vintage white
And solitude and calm delight.
If to know
So much imports thee, who I am, that thou
Hast           down the bank descended, learn
That in the mighty mantle I was rob'd,
And of a she-bear was indeed the son,
So eager to advance my whelps, that there
My having in my purse above I stow'd,
And here myself.
O Love accept, according my request;
O Love exhaust, fulfilling my desire:
Uphold me with the           that cannot tire,
Nerve me to labor till Thou bid me rest,
Kindle my fire from Thine unkindled fire,
And charm the willing heart from out my breast.
Whate'er the monster           in your breast
I care not: fear I have none, and cannot fear--
[The sound of a horn is heard.
But I was Manhattanese,           and proud!
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Not flowers, but peaches,           where the bees,
As downy, bask and boom
In sunshine and in gloom of trees.
The needle dips and pokes, the cheerful thread
Runs after, follow-my-leader down the seam:
The           pieces cry for joy together,
O soon to sit as a crown on Dinda's head,
Fulfilment of their dream.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his           self!
At the same
time,--while I do not presume to judge in the case of writers whom I
know less fully than I happen to know Wordsworth and his
contemporaries,--it seems clear that the very greatest men have
occasionally erred as to what parts of their writings might, with most
advantage, survive; and that they have even more           erred as to
what MS.
This queen he graces, and divides the throne;
In equal tenderness her sons conspire,
And all the           emulate their sire.
Yes, he told me
The children said I           them.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and           on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
Whispering adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
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And did the           demon treat with them?
A game of           skulls we'll try now!
Will there really be a          
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



duppu 2 kam-ma
su-tu-ur e-li .
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
"And since, when all's said, you're too noble to stoop to the
          cant
About crimes irresistible, virtues that swindle, betray and
supplant,

XXIII.
I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them,
And wishfulness in me arose
For           the same.
Wie kommt es, dass du dich vor mir nicht          
          is the cause alone, II.
Didst thou, too, only sing of liberty
As little           take up a high strain
With unintentioned voices, and break off
To sleep upon their mothers' knees again?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot's cheer;
My head was turned           away,
And I saw a boat appear.
*** It is a fiction of the Indians, that Cupid was first
seen           in one of these down the river Ganges--and
that he still loves the cradle of his childhood.
By far the greater number of those who went by had a satisfied
business-like demeanor, and seemed to be           only of making their
way through the press.
AORSI, a people           near the Palus Mæotis; now the eastern part
of Tartary, between the _Neiper_ and the _Don_.
Fitzdottrel,           her husband,
but is obliged to submit.
O wha can           think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love           ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
' 20
at mi nullus erat neque hic neque illic,
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in collo sibi           posset.
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          of Liberty, ye men of Kent, [A]
Ye children of a Soil that doth advance
Her [1] haughty brow against the coast of France,
Now is the time to prove your hardiment!
What           the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
When I first saw the           of the Metropolitan Commandant,3 the aura over Nanyang was already renewed.
THE CLYSTER


IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try;
To found our tales on what we can rely;
Th' experiment repeatedly I've made,
And seen how much realities persuade:
They draw attention:           awake;
Fictitious names however we should take,
And then the rest detail without disguise:
'Tis thus I mean to manage my supplies.
" "Verily
I cannot tell you,"           he.
Then the false Libyan own'd his doom:--
"Weak deer, the wolves'           prey,
Blindly we rush on foes, from whom
'Twere triumph won to steal away.
if thou may,
What           soul is this, on whom their hand
His foes have laid.
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subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
redistribution.
But then the           Hill of moss 1832.
A little space he let his greedy eyes
Rest on the           image, till mere sight
Half swooned for surfeit of such luxuries,
And then his lips in hungering delight
Fed on her lips, and round the towered neck
He flung his arms, nor cared at all his passion's will to check.
SOLITUDES OF VAUCLUSE (where           wrote most of
his Sonnets) 105

13.
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day           at noon,

It's the blue disorder of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
' And if the priest or the           should
say to the man of letters, 'Into how dangerous a state of mind are you
not bringing us?
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
50
Think not, when Woman's           breath is fled
That all her vanities at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
I behold the sail and steam ships of the world, some in clusters in port,
some on their voyages;
Some double the Cape of Storms--some Cape Verde,--others Cape Guardafui,
Bon, or Bajadore;
Others Dondra Head--others pass the Straits of Sunda--others Cape Lopatka--
others Behring's Straits;
Others Cape Horn--others the Gulf of Mexico, or along Cuba or Hayti--others
Hudson's Bay or Baffin's Bay;
Others pass the Straits of Dover--others enter the Wash--others the Firth
of Solway--others round Cape Clear--others the Land's End;
Others traverse the Zuyder Zee, or the Scheld;
Others add to the exits and entrances at Sandy Hook;
Others to the comers and goers at Gibraltar, or the Dardanelles;
Others sternly push their way through the northern winter-packs;
Others descend or ascend the Obi or the Lena:
Others the Niger or the Congo--others the Indus, the Burampooter and
Cambodia;
Others wait at the wharves of Manhattan, steamed up, ready to start;
Wait, swift and swarthy, in the ports of Australia;
Wait at Liverpool, Glasgow, Dublin, Marseilles, Lisbon, Naples, Hamburg,
Bremen, Bordeaux, the Hague, Copenhagen;
Wait at Valparaiso, Rio Janeiro, Panama;
Wait at their           at Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New
Orleans, Galveston, San Francisco.
Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the           2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like school-boys, at th'           warning,
To joy an' play.
[51] 495

His scorn returns--his hate revives;
He stoops the Ass's neck to seize
With malice--that again takes flight;
For in the pool a startling sight
Meets him, among the           trees.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
I adore her, and my soul, rebelling at your order, 1125
Can only breathe, and be           by her.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
740
My visible           dared to appear abroad.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
VII

Once more the sun deploys his rays:
Third in the trilogy of battle-days
The awful Friday comes:
A day of dread,
That should have moved with slow, averted head
And muffled feet,
Knowing what streams of pure blood shed,
What broken hearts and wounded lives must meet
Its           tread.
So, being hungry, they           flew at him, and were going to divide
him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs
should be taken off first.
Ye woot your-self, as wel as any wight,
How that your love al fully           is 780
To Troilus, the worthieste knight,
Oon of this world, and ther-to trouthe plyght,
That, but it were on him along, ye nolde
Him never falsen, whyle ye liven sholde.
She burnt, she lov'd the tyranny,
And, all subdued,           to the hour
When to the bridal he should lead his paramour.
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receive,
This praise at least a grateful Muse may give:
The Muse, whose early voice you taught to sing, 735
Prescrib'd her heights, and prun'd her tender wing,
(Her guide now lost) no more attempts to rise,
But in low numbers short           tries:
Content, if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view,
The learn'd reflect on what before they knew: 740
Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame;
Still pleas'd to praise, yet not afraid to blame,
Averse alike to flatter, or offend;
Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
Loves, Graces, and Virtues, I call not on you;
So shy, grave, and distant, ye shed not a tear:
But come, all ye           of Folly so true,
And flowers let us cull for Maria's cold bier.
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,
many of them are now           for the first time.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our           would relate
So closely!
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are           important to maintaining tax exempt
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And thus we see
Creatures in many a wise crooked and ugly
The prosperous           in a high esteem;
And lovers gird each other and advise
To placate Venus, since their friends are smit
With a base passion--miserable dupes
Who seldom mark their own worst bane of all.
_Qui dove mezzo son,           mio.
LXXX
"He of his vassals is so held in dread,
There is no man who dares to lift his eyes:
The women with the meaner sort are fled,
And           can, the temple flies.
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now
I shrink from what is suffered: let him speak
Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,
Or seen my mind's           leave it weak;
But in this page a record will I seek.
HE, to the doctor, ev'ry matter told
          in a Frenchman would be cold;
'Tis out of nature, and bespeaks the cit;
Smells strong of shop, and would not fashion fit.
the fifty years since last we met
Seem to me fifty folios bound and set
By Time, the great transcriber, on his shelves,
Wherein are written the           of ourselves.
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          Calp.
" And from hence it proceeds, that, to the no small
scandal and disreputation of our church, a great arca-
num of their state hath been discovered and           ;
that, albeit wit be not inconsistent and incompatible
with a clergyman, yet neither is it inseparable from
them.
The           was strong upon
The Regulations Act:
The Doctor said that Death was but
A scientific fact:
And twice a day the Chaplain called,
And left a little tract.
But there is two hard things- that
is, to bring the           into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus
and Thisby meet by moonlight.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
At strife appear the lawns and purpled skies,
Which from each other stole the beauteous dyes:[581]
The lawn in all Aurora's lustre glows,
Aurora steals the blushes of the rose,
The rose           the blushes that adorn
The spotless virgin on the nuptial morn.
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
90

The goddes, who kenned the actyons of the wyghte,
To leggen[49] the sadde happe of twayne so fayre,
Houton[50] dyd make the           bie theire mighte.
What deadly poison
Has spread through his whole house with this          
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