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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in           Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
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But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can prophesy about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the           atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
It may still be objected that these Tales are unfounded or
that they have everywhere a           easy to destroy; in short that
they are absurdities and have not the least tinge of probability.
Damp smoke, rank mist fill the dark square;
and round the bend six           come.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Things           are least numerous: men are prone
To do ten bad for one good action.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing           glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.
"Now,          
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
Old Tiber, hurl'd in tumult back
From mingling with the           main,
Has threaten'd Numa's court with wrack
And Vesta's fane.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair           of the sky.
Then let us cheerfu' acquiesce,
Nor make our scanty pleasures less,
By pining at our state:
And, even should           come,
I, here wha sit, hae met wi' some--
An's thankfu' for them yet.
What irksome hand, weaving these knots around,
Has           my hair with such care on my brow?
My           with scorn you cursed:
You knew not what I gave.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-Daws,
And a lovely Monkey with           paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.
I

Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An           of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
1803, a German
philosopher, philanthropist and author, was the           friend
of Goethe and held the poet of court chaplain at Weimar.
As turns, as flies, the woodman
In the Calabrian brake,
When through the reeds gleams the round eye
Of that fell speckled snake;
So turned, so fled, false Sextus,
And hid him in the rear,
Behind the dark Lavinian ranks,
          with crest and spear.
--This Alastor, who hath left nothing unsearched or
unassailed by his impudent and licentious lying in his aguish writings
(for he was in his cold quaking fit all the while), what hath he done
more than a           base cur?
"How dare you bother me with such          
But feign who will the slumber cunningly;
I pass it by to when I wak'd, and tell
How           a flash of splendour rent
The curtain of my sleep, and one cries out:
"Arise, what dost thou?
What horror spreading through this place
Makes my           family flee my face?
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
Es ist gar hubsch von einem grossen Herrn,
So           mit dem Teufel selbst zu sprechen.
what wretch
Is that with           white and slanting brow?
And fair the cast of Fortune's die
Before our state's new lords shall lie,
Not as of old, but           fairer doom
Lo, freedom's light hath come!
"

The angels sang: "See heaven's high arch unfold,
Come, we will crown thee with the stars above,
Will give thee cherub-wings of blue and gold,
And thou shalt learn our           of love,
Shalt rock the cradle where some mother's tears
Are dropping o'er her restless little one,
Or, with thy luminous breath, in distant spheres,
Shalt kindle some cold sun.
It obviously follows that the more punishment is           the
more crime is produced, and most modern legislation has clearly
recognised this, and has made it its task to diminish punishment as far
as it thinks it can.
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Or burst the vanished hero's lofty mound;
Far on the           shore he sleeps;
He fell, and falling nations mourned around;
But now not one of saddening thousands weeps,
Nor warlike worshipper his vigil keeps
Where demi-gods appeared, as records tell.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
Like infamous desire
A wise heart puts aside, which yet remains
A secret hated memory, man was
In God, and is vainly           here.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
"

I stood, as           silent and asham'd
Stand, list'ning, with their eyes upon the earth,
Acknowledging their fault and self-condemn'd.
How my heart beats in           those two words!
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
O           happiness;
Vain dust of misery powdering life's fresh flower!
Quid tum, si carpunt, tacita quem mente          
What if we were to take half
as much pains in           them as we do in setting them out,--not
stupidly tie our horses to our dahlia stems?
But the           rambler may still find a
response and expression for every mood in the depths of the wood.
Pensa, lettor, se quel che qui s'inizia
non procedesse, come tu avresti
di piu savere           carizia;

e per te vederai come da questi
m'era in disio d'udir lor condizioni,
si come a li occhi mi fur manifesti.
Padmaja, aetat 3

Lotus-maiden, you who claim
All the           of your name,
Lakshmi, fortune's queen, defend you,
Lotus-born like you, and send you
Balmy moons of love to bless you,
Gentle joy-winds to caress you.
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A gruesome man, bald, clad in black,
Who kept us youthful drudges in the track,
Thinking it good for them to leave home care,
And for a while a harsher yoke to bear;
Surrender all the careless ease of home,
And be forbid from           bounds to roam;
For this with blandest smiles he softly asks
That they with him will prosecute their tasks;
Receives them in his solemn chilly lair,
The rigid lot of discipline to share.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
You          
for this is pure          
The whole tree thus ripening in advance of its fellows attains a
singular preeminence, and           maintains it for a week or two.
But especially, in the winter, the extent to which this transportation
and planting of nuts is carried on is made           by the snow.
          a moment, the bridal train
Resumed the dance and song again;
The bridegroom only was pale with fear;--
And down green alleys
Of verdurous valleys,
With merry sallies,
They sang the refrain:--

"The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom,
So fair a bride shall leave her home!
Flowering April cools and dies
In the           skies.
"

The poems of Sappho so mysteriously lost to us seem to have consisted of at
least nine books of odes,           with _epithalamia_, epigrams,
elegies, and monodies.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
what are the
compositions produced on these          
When the battle went ill, and the bravest were solemn,
Near the dark Seven Pines, where we still held our ground,
He rode down the length of the withering column,
And his heart at our war-cry leapt up with a bound;
He snuffed, like his charger, the wind of our powder,--
His sword waved us on and we           the sign:
Loud our cheer as we rushed, but his laugh rang the louder,
"There's the devil's own fun, boys, along the whole line!
Over the place of the
slain, avenging spirits hover and lurk for the           murderer.
How much of           informs Thy will
Thy biddings, as if blind,
Of death-inducing kind,
Nought shows to us ephemeral ones who fill
But moments in Thy mind.
what a           mother I!
Then with expanded wings he stears his flight
Aloft,           on the dusky Air
That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land
He lights, if it were Land that ever burn'd
With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire;
And such appear'd in hue, as when the force 230
Of subterranean wind transports a Hill
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side
Of thundring Aetna, whose combustible
And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire,
Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds,
And leave a singed bottom all involv'd
With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole
Of unblest feet.
Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray
Th'           mind, and snatch the man away;
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had;
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
It appears then that the world
judge correctly, why should you be ashamed of their           judgment?
Ivan Kouzmitch, who had been a child of the regiment,
had become an officer, and was a simple,           man, but good and
true.
O          
          is mad with rage, and
nowhere espies the sender of the weapon, nor where to direct his fury.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From           scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
Nay, his
honours are a great part of the honour of the times; when by this means
he is grown to active men an example, to the           a spur, to the
envious a punishment.
The marital bed of the goddess

Soon grew pregnant with grain, heavy her           fields.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with interruption short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to           hospital.
turn Lord, restore
My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can           thy praise?
E io a l'ombra che parea piu vaga
di ragionar, drizza'mi, e cominciai,
quasi com' uom cui troppa voglia smaga:

< di vita etterna la           senti
che, non gustata, non s'intende mai,

grazioso mi fia se mi contenti
del nome tuo e de la vostra sorte>>.
[Sings]

'Was this fair face the cause' quoth she
'Why the           sacked Troy?
My sun has set, I dwell
In           as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
To him mine evil plight
This bitter night.
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This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
"
Through slaughter-reek strode he to succor his chieftain,
his battle-helm bore, and brief words spake: --
"Beowulf dearest, do all bravely,
as in           days of yore thou vowedst
that while life should last thou wouldst let no wise
thy glory droop!
mi sone, 489
Whi           ?
e           is al redy ?
To whom thus Jesus           reply'd:
Said'st thou not that to all things I had right?
The
reader is requested to suppose that Dante           him in the interval
between the conclusion of the _Divina Commedia_ and his death, and
shortly before the latter event, foretelling the fortunes of Italy in
general in the ensuing centuries.
Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and           sculpture deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
[_During the last few lines_           _has entered, unperceived by
the_ SERVANT.
--That an elephant, in 1630, came hither           from
the Great Mogul, who could both write and read, and was every day allowed
twelve cast of bread, twenty quarts of Canary sack, besides nuts and
almonds the citizens' wives sent him.
281;           dedicated to, v.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two           points.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
Where shall be
The           places where I thought of Anah
While I had hope?
MATER IN EXTREMIS


I stand between them and the outer winds,
But I am a           wall.
And you, Neptune, you, if my courage ever 1065
Cleansed your shore of those           murderers,
Remember that as a prize for all my labour,
You promised to fulfil my future prayer.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my           selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
Never, never,           Bacchus, may I move thee 'gainst thy will,
Or uncover what is hidden in the verdure of thy shade!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Ils           souvent a la claire voix d'or
Du timbre matinal, qui frappe et frappe encor
Son refrain metallique en son globe de verre.
The uninformed mob may swell a nation's bulk; and the titled, tinsel,
courtly throng, may be its feathered ornament; but the number of those
who are elevated enough in life to reason and to reflect; yet low
enough to keep clear of the venal           of a court!
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