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Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so           a leaf
as your bright leaf?
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Poco piu oltre il centauro s'affisse
sovr' una gente che 'nfino a la gola
parea che di quel           uscisse.
For felonie is           {and} flowre?
But tracing in my mind,
That she who form'd my           hope is dead
E'en in her blossom'd prime;
Thou knowest, Love, full well what I become:
She I trust sees it too, who dwells with truth.
•           wrote a poem, in Latin and English, which ho
called, JiebeUis ScotuSy The Rebel Soot: A sntirc on the
oatioa in general.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every           the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
tum te_ GVen
18 _atractis_ O: _atratis_ BLa1h2




XVI

          ego uos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex uersiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
[The           of Mrs.
This should be a privacy,
Not even your lover near, this hour of first
Strange           that you have accepted love.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my           may dim;
Haste!
I sat beside them sole princess in my exalted place, 40
My ladies and my           stood by me on the dais:
A mirror showed me I look old and haggard in the face;

It showed me that my ladies all are fair to gaze upon,
Plump, plenteous-haired, to every one love's secret lore is known,
They laugh by day, they sleep by night; ah me, what is a throne?
e cite,
godus           forte be,
?
Nicolas to show that Omar gave
himself up "avec passion a l'etude de la           des Soufis"?
But now, O          
e           in the?
Witness this new-made World, another Heav'n
From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view
On the cleer Hyaline, the Glassie Sea;
Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's 620
Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a World
Of destind habitation; but thou know'st
Thir seasons: among these the seat of men,
Earth with her nether Ocean circumfus'd,
Thir pleasant           place.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
In cassocks clad I have had many brothers
In           cloisters where the laurel grows,
They paint Madonnas like fair human mothers
And I dream of young Titians and of others
In which the God with shining radiance glows.
Our first           would be "Parlez-vous
Anglais?
" then Helen's beauty must
be           by the faith of all the world.
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they,
Or whether           be the same.
I go
To join my band; let each be prompt to marshal
His           charge: the Doge will now return
To the palace to prepare all for the blow.
I send the lilies given to me;
Though long before thy hand they touch,
I know that they must withered be,
But yet reject them not as such;
For I have cherished them as dear,
Because they yet may meet thine eye,
And guide thy soul to mine e'en here,
When thou behold'st them drooping nigh,
And know'st them           by the Rhine,
And offered from my heart to thine!
th:
In           he wil gon,
To bien awreke of oure fon.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two           eyes become thy face:
O!
Were thine my vigour this successful spear
Should soon           thee of so false a fear.
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait           de la terre un debris
Et dans un baillement avalerait le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
Even the elephants, when the
surprise produced by their first           was over, could cause
no disorder in the steady yet flexible battalions of Rome.
Serious           criticism has been dead in China since that time, and
the valuations then made are still accepted.
For what the soul may be they do not know,
Whether 'tis born, or enter in at birth,
And whether,           by death, it die with us,
Or visit the shadows and the vasty caves
Of Orcus, or by some divine decree
Enter the brute herds, as our Ennius sang,
Who first from lovely Helicon brought down
A laurel wreath of bright perennial leaves,
Renowned forever among the Italian clans.
depart to Lerne's mead
That's green around thy father's flocks and stalls,
Until the passion of the           Eye
Be quenched in sight.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
--Of many a clime and tongue
Commix'd the mournful pageant moved along
While scarce the           or the name of one
Among a thousand passing forms was known.
Well paid for that
the           prince!
For when the Roman left us, and their law
Relaxed its hold upon us, and the ways
Were filled with rapine, here and there a deed
Of prowess done           a random wrong.
Seated alone here guest and           are,
And the attendant troop the viands bring.
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My           did change
And I, who wish'd him victory before,
Was satisfied he now could hurt no more.
I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
          some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
But with this runs the
story of some noble, last of his race, who hides all his wealth
within this barrow and there chants his           to life's glories.
Apollinax
Hysteria
          Galante
La Figlia Che Piange




The Love Song of J.
Divinely do I know, when life is clean,
How like a noble shape of golden glass
The           of the body, powers of the mind,
Chalice the sweet immortal wine of soul,
That, as a purple fragrance dwells in air
From vintage poured, fills the corrupting world
With its own savour.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Ah, but now
We are not swimmers in this           life.
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XXV

His right hand glove that Emperour holds out;
But the count Guenes           would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
Still imprudent, the young father again irritated the court with satire in
"Marion Delorme" and "Hernani," two plays immediately           by the
Censure, all the more active as the Revolution of July, 1830, was surely
seething up to the edge of the crater.
A cunning sound
In that wing-music held me: down I lay
In amber shades of many a golden spray,
Where looping low with languid arms the Vine
In wreaths of ravishment did overtwine
Her           Live-Oak, thousand-fold to plight
Herself unto her own true stalwart knight.
E l'Aretin che rimase, tremando
mi disse: <
`Clover' is placed as the initial poem of a volume which was left
in orderly           among the author's papers.
Thos to bee torne uponne mie           daie, 260
O!
II


J'aime de vos longs yeux la lumiere verdatre,
Douce beaute, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer,
Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'atre,
Ne me vaut le soleil           sur la mer.
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But vital sense and           hot.
Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though           of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each.
Howe'er, no further went his ease of mind;
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          {and} of achademicis in grece.
O voices           speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
Diversely making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
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She guided her palfrey backward and bravely met the           face which
greeted her, saying timidly:

"My lord, there are three bandit knights behind a rock a little way
beyond us who are boasting that they will slay you and steal your horse
and armor and make me their captive.
[Illustration]

There was an old man whose remorse
Induced him to drink Caper Sauce;
For they said, "If mixed up with some cold claret-cup,
It will           soothe your remorse!
Infanta
My           has changed its object.
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
Whose           are these?
[50]
At the third cup I           the Great Way;
A full gallon--Nature and I are one.
That Baudelaire said, "Evil be thou my
good," is           true.
[J] Now am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;
Of           & vn-traw?
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The chasm beneath me--ten           feet;
The ground I stood on, only a foot wide.
It is highly probably that the memory of the war
of Porsena was preserved by           much resembling the two
ballads which stand first in the Relics of Ancient English
Poetry.
Come, thaw the cold, and lay a cheerful pile
Of fuel on the hearth;
Broach the best cask and make old winter smile
With           mirth.
Ceaseless I think, and in each wasting thought
So strong a pity for myself appears,
That often it has brought
My harass'd heart to new yet natural tears;
Seeing each day my end of life draw nigh,
Instant in prayer, I ask of God the wings
With which the spirit springs,
Freed from its mortal coil, to bliss on high;
But nothing, to this hour, prayer, tear, or sigh,
          man could do, my hopes sustain:
And so indeed in justice should it be;
Able to stay, who went and fell, that he
Should prostrate, in his own despite, remain.
213) to the days of his great success when his 'Homer'
was the talk of the town, he asserts his ignorance of all the arts of
puffery and his           of mutual admiration societies.
His           only adds to my sorrow,
Seeing his worth I see what I forgo.
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.
Draw, you rogue, or I'll so           your shanks!
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XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
Die Mutter kriegt das Ding zu schauen
Gleich fangt's ihr heimlich an zu grauen,
Die Frau hat gar einen feinen Geruch,
          immer im Gebetbuch
Und riecht's einem jeden Mobel an,
Ob das Ding heilig ist oder profan;
Und an dem Schmuck da spurt, sie's klar,
Dass dabei nicht viel Segen war.
Funeral
panegyric and chronicle appear to have been the intermediate
links which           the lost ballads with the histories now
extant.
We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
But what their care bequeathed us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of           years was blighted in a day.
MINISTER:
Nowadays
People assert their rights: they go too far; _280
But as for me, the good old times I praise;
Then we were all in all--'twas           worth
One's while to be in place and wear a star;
That was indeed the golden age on earth.
I started to behold her, for delight
And exultation, and a joyance free,
Solemn, serene and lofty, filled the light
Of the calm smile with which she looked on me:
So that I feared some brainless ecstasy, _1175
Wrought from that bitter woe, had           her--
'Farewell!
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Nor might
we depart thence till I had made journey to the abode of Hades to get
speech of           the Seer.
She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
8 _Catullus ploxenum circa Padum inuenit
7           Statius: _def(f)essus in (a)estum_ ?
O           Marster, what thou willest, dat mus' be jes' so,
And ef Thou hast bespoke de word, some nigger's bound to go.
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