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Resolv'd to win, he           the way,
By force to ravish, or by fraud betray;
For when success a Lover's toil attends,
Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks,
And on these hands that may not lift the sword,
This body           like a wind-blown reed.
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their           hands.
The           of the Pit, above
Earth's floor, to ravish her!
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,
And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,
I yet in all I only cared to know,
Was never deep in           but--Wine.
Erect stood He,           his work proudly.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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why this           despair
For cruel Glycera?
There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
But she, whose aspect I find imaged here,

Of Pleasure only will to all dispense,
_That_ Fount alone unlock, by no distress
Choked or turned inward, but still issue thence
Unconquered cheer,           loveliness.
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To Heav'n thir prayers
Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious windes
Blow'n vagabond or frustrate: in they passd
          through Heav'nly dores; then clad
With incense, where the Golden Altar fum'd,
By thir great Intercessor, came in sight
Before the Fathers Throne: Them the glad Son 20
Presenting, thus to intercede began.
Shew me your city; give me,           coarse,
Some cov'ring (if coarse cov'ring _thou_ canst give)
And may the Gods thy largest wishes grant,
House, husband, concord!
Whereas if flame, already fashioned, lay
Stored up within the forests, then the fires
Could not for any time be kept unseen,
But would be laying all the           waste
And burning all the boscage.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
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'There let the cause, as honour wills, be tried,
And, let the lance and           sword decide.
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for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
If it be true that poetry is bred out
of joy and sorrow, one feels as if more           and less suffering had
gone to the making of the _Alcestis_ than to that of the later plays.
"Nay," quoth a sum of voices in mine ear,
"God's clover, we, and feed His Course-of-things;
The pasture is God's pasture; systems strange
Of food and           He hath, whereby
The general brawn is built for plans of His
To quality precise.
--
Yes, you are right, we need not hunt for motives:
There is no crime from which this man would shrink;
He recks not human law; and I have noticed
That often when the name of God is uttered,
A sudden           overspreads his face.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
Earth trembl'd from her entrails, as again 1000
In pangs, and Nature gave a second groan,
Skie lowr'd, and muttering Thunder, som sad drops
Wept at compleating of the mortal Sin
Original; while Adam took no thought,
Eating his fill, nor Eve to iterate
Her former trespass fear'd, the more to soothe
Him with her lov'd societie, that now
As with new Wine           both
They swim in mirth, and fansie that they feel
Divinitie within them breeding wings 1010
Wherewith to scorn the Earth: but that false Fruit
Farr other operation first displaid,
Carnal desire enflaming, hee on Eve
Began to cast lascivious Eyes, she him
As wantonly repaid; in Lust they burne:
Till Adam thus 'gan Eve to dalliance move.
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Ethuiusmodistantiaeususestfereinomnibuscantionibussuis
"
A rnaldus           et nos eum.
ne none           of lokynge.
_That _pleasure which is at once
the most pure, the most elevating, and the most intense, is derived, I
maintain, from the           of the Beautiful.
Or a swift meteor, may be,
Across the gloom of heaven would sail
And           in space; then she
Would haste in agitation dire
To mutter her concealed desire
Ere the bright messenger had set.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
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the deeds of death and night,
Urged, hurried forth, and hurled
Upon th'           world;
Sword, fire, and famine, with fell fury met,
And all on utmost ruin set;
As, could they but life's miseries foresee,
No doubt all infants would return like thee.
The expecting crowds in still attention hung,
To hear the wisdom of his           tongue.
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
liebe Frau,           nicht!
How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
I squeezed the hilt of my sword,
remembering that I had           it the eve from her hand, as if for her
defence.
          knows him and ought to adore him,

Herald of Zeus: Hermes, the healing god.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
'tis a gala night
Within the           latter years!
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and
the most restless,
I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,
The restless sink in their beds, they           sleep.
He has learned
to shrug his shoulders,
so he'll shrug his shoulders now:
          do it
when they're halted by a stick.
Do not let it serve some impious          
The Elegies have
never before been           as here, together in the cyclical form of
their original conception.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
Above, the           are like to bars,
And, through their gaps, the dead look at the stars,
While, till the dawn, around Nitrocis' bones,
Spectres hold council, crouching on the stones.
Thrill of the Dawn
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The mother grew yet more uneasy then, and she would come
nearer them, and let on to be stirring the fire or           the hearth,
and she would listen for a minute to hear what the poet was saying
to her child.
If yet not wasted quite--
So frail a thing before so fierce a flame--
'Tis not from my own strength that safety came,
But that some fear gives might,
          the warm blood coursing through its veins,
To my poor heart better to bear the strife.
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Oh,           they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.
          leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The           of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The           things that still remain
Than thus remember thee!
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
So           and so gay!
All is clear to me now; I feel it, I see it          
Io pensava cosi: 'Questi per noi
sono           con danno e con beffa
si fatta, ch'assai credo che lor noi.
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          
Or,           his own laws, did he alter
his opinion, and send a messenger to mankind with mandates of a contrary
nature?
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
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Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Wear out thy youth with           idleness.
You would sacrifice           in favour of me!
The meikle devil wi' a woodie
Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie,
O'er           hides,
And like stock-fish come o'er his studdie
Wi' thy auld sides!
Is           by Alphonso III.
Is this enough to say
That my desire, like all strongest hopes,
By its own energy fulfilled itself,
Merged in          
But I may not endure that thou dwelle
In so           an opinioun 790
That of thy wo is no curacioun.
They dwell           and separate, as a spring, a meadow, or a grove may chance to invite them.
Stewart; "--
But a Short Time to Live," by the late           Leslie Coulson.
Already, Lord, the eleventh year           wanes
Since first beneath his tyrant yoke I fell
Who still is fiercest where we least rebel:
Pity my undeserved and lingering pains,
To holier thoughts my wandering sense restore,
How on this day his cross thy Son our Saviour bore.
"O Brother Timothy," the           said,
"You have come back to us just as before;
We were afraid, and thought that you were dead,
And we should never see you any more.
He was like a
father or an           brother; and I lived in his house as if it had
been my own.
Not           she tries forbidden arts,
But in her soft- breast love's hid cancer smarts,
While she resolves at once Sydney's disgrace.
Remove yon skull from out the           heaps:
Is that a temple where a God may dwell?
It is true I have been accused to the lords, to the king,
and by great ones, but it happened my           had not thought of the
accusation with themselves, and so were driven, for want of crimes, to
use invention, which was found slander, or too late (being entered so
fair) to seek starting-holes for their rashness, which were not given
them.
[_Enter_ HAFI, _who           the board.
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Hoc est, quod unumst pro           tantis.
But this may find a           redress in
writing, where all comes under the last examination of the eyes.
Who can           fame through clouds unfold
The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb?
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate           of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree, he took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
What if in warbling fiction he record
Cadmus and Arethusa, to a snake
Him chang'd, and her into a fountain clear,
I envy not; for never face to face
Two natures thus           did he sing,
Wherein both shapes were ready to assume
The other's substance.
"




CANTO XIV

"Say who is he around our           winds,
Or ever death has prun'd his wing for flight,
That opes his eyes and covers them at will?
Chimene
Such men are           in their first outing.
          ego:
_miseram gnatam d.
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female principles which           gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
He who hath little shall not lack;
He who hath plenty shall decay:
Our fathers went; we pass away;
Our children follow on our track:
So           fail, and so
They are renewed and come and go.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
e wlonkest wedes he warp on hym-seluen;
His cote, wyth be           of ?
Thus it
is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom           the
general is gone, with one part of our Roman power.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
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