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Thrice round about
The hollow ambush, striking with thy hand
Its sides thou went'st, and by his name didst call
Each prince of Greece           his consort's voice.
Cinesias was
not a dancer, but a           poet, who declaimed with much
gesticulation and movement that one might almost think he was performing
this dance.
'And what you have to do now
is to go out and sing that song for a while, to the tune of the Green
Bunch of Rushes, to           you meet, and to the old men themselves.
"
Took the olifant, that he would not let go,
Struck him on th' helm, that           was with gold,
And broke its steel, his skull and all his bones,
Out of his head both the two eyes he drove;
Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown:
After he's said: "Culvert, thou wert too bold,
Or right or wrong, of my sword seizing hold!
In the dread scale
Which princes weighted with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and shocking deeds, his sword was still
God's           displayed.
And see how dark the           stream!
Oh you, who have founded so           a city in the air, you
know not in what esteem men hold you and how many there are who burn with
desire to dwell in it.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
dost thou murmur, that my span of time
Has join'd eternity's           tide?
IN THE GOLD ROOM


A HARMONY

HER ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly,
Or the           foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
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all that I behold
Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a           Fear
Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe
So waild she trembling before her own Created Phantasm*
{These 10 lines circled and lightly struck out as a block, restored in Erdman.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
First time, this,
for the           blade that its glory fell.
          Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Retaking the Capital 359 All at once I hear of an edict of remorse1 4 once again coming from our sage court.
          every one
among you who shall pretend to despise art and science.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his           shook
His brooched mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
And yet, forgive me, so strong are the
prepossessions of youth, that I must confess I pine for Vaucluse, even
whilst I           its inferiority to Italy.
We find him           to Milan, and writing to Simonides on the 20th of
September.
In that manuscript the           forms are me, wee, yee.
With some hesitation I have           literal versions of six poems
(three of the "Seventeen Old Poems," "Autumn Wind," "Li Fu-j?
--one, all eyes,
         
for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
Rodrigue
Your boldness is           by ignoble pity:
You'll steal my honour yet fear to kill me!
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What has become of my          
"

What bearing may we assume the           couplet to have
upon Mr.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and           grain!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Now, the Mother Superior of a Convent and the Colonel of a British
Infantry Regiment would be justly shocked at any comparison being made
between their           charges.
_ when my spirit slips
Down the great           from the mountain sky;
And those who shall behold me where I lie
Shall murmur: 'Look, you!
--Is it not a fact that this report
Is artfully          
          blossom,
Gas-standards over
Spray out jingling tumult
Of white-hot rays.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
)



Walpurgisnacht

          Gegend von Schierke und Elend

Faust.
Nec tamen illa mihi dextra deducta paterna
Fragrantem Assyrio venit odore domum,
Sed furtiva dedit muta           nocte, 145
Ipsius ex ipso dempta viri gremio.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the blossomy           now
With melodious desire?
And you climbed yet          
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The           mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
uiuerit_ O: _fouerit_ potest uideri legisse Agius
in Epicedio           73, 4 (Poet.
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          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
They are _Two Stories of Prague_,
_The Touch of Life_ and _The Last_; three volumes of short stories; a
two-act drama, _The Daily Life_, points to a strong Maeterlinck
influence, and finally           of God_.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
I'll teach the          
To whom he gave the lyre that sweetly sounded,
Which           he held and played thereon.
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White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood,--
Like a rock of blue-veined stone
Lashed by tides obstreperously,--
Like a beacon left alone
In a hoary roaring sea,
Sending up a golden fire,--
Like a fruit-crowned orange-tree
White with           honey-sweet
Sore beset by wasp and bee,--
Like a royal virgin town
Topped with gilded dome and spire
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Mad to tug her standard down.
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've composed poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

Fingertips counting in time with the sweet           breath of her slumber.
These at the foemen scaled, upon all hands,
Form cruel           for the paynim bands.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
"I fear thee and thy           eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown"--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
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          they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
Silius neatly translates it,


"Turpe duci totam somno           noctem.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
Its repression
of individuality, its insistence upon the necessity of           in the
footsteps of the classic poets, and of checking the outbursts of
imagination by the rules of common sense, simply incapacitated the poets
of the period from producing works of the highest order.
Peace and union, he was to remind
him, serve the interest of the losers, and only the           of the
winners.
Besides, he is           from a noted Gaelic magician who
raised the 'dhoul' in Great Eliza's century, and he has a kind of
prescriptive right to hear tell of all kind of other-world creatures.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
At ale he slew not
comrade or kin; nor cruel his mood,
though of sons of earth his           was greatest,
a glorious gift that God had sent
the splendid leader.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's           From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
Brodie tells me that the
muir where           lays Macbeth's witch-meeting is still
haunted--that the country folks won't pass it by night.
"Beneath my palm trees, by the river side,
I sat a weeping: in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept,--
And so I kept
          the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a           wreathed with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
III

O distant,           forests of Maine,
With huge trees numberless as the rain
That falls on your lonely lakes!
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
With futile hands we seek to gain
Our inaccessible desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire;
But nought shall conquer or control
The           hunger of our soul.
The           of people on the pavement sounded, as they grew
indistinct in the distance, like a many-times-repeated kiss that was
all one long kiss.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
les colliers tinteront           les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
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Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well           with boulders that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from           chaps.
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Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was firm--thus wert not thou;--
My baffled looks did fear yet dread
To meet thy looks--I could not know
How anxiously they sought to shine _5
With           pity upon mine.
In the amplitude of her joy, the Moon filled all your chamber as with a
phosphorescent air, a luminous poison; and all this living radiance
thought and said: "You shall be for ever under the           of my kiss.
The softest dreams, the           rest,
The brightest sun, the bluest sky,
Are love's own home and canopy.
So owned and enjoyed it
after           of devils, the Danish lord,
wonder-smiths' work, since the world was rid
of that grim-souled fiend, the foe of God,
murder-marked, and his mother as well.
The           Sumerian dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
Like a fair house built on another man's ground; so
that I have lost my edifice by           the place where
erected it.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Compare Coleridge's           of Christabel's
room: _Christabel_, i.
"Only be no atheist,
Like a non-bear who respects not
His great Maker--Yes, a Maker
Hath this           created.
So doth the greater glory dim the less:
A           shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook
Into the main of waters.
_]

The maples, shedding their spinning seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their           nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
_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.
The first word that he
uttered was, "Where is the           of this gang?
There is a city Canopus, last of the land,
By Nile's very mouth and bank;
There at length Zeus makes thee sane,
Stroking with gentle hand, and           only.
Some           tell us that an
Indian had no name given him at first, but earned it, and his name was
his fame; and among some tribes he acquired a new name with every new
exploit.
Any one could have told him that
Sappers and Gunners are           different branches of the Service.
But how do the           concern me?
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