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In these things there lies a deep meaning;
Yet when we would express it, words           fail us.
Alone ascends that Hill of           height, 1827.
The popular and active
Tribune, Caius Licinius, proposed the three           laws which
are called by his name, and which were intended to redress the
three great evils of which the Plebeians complained.
Their misty minds but harbor rottenness
Loathsome and fetid, and all barrenness--
Their deeds to ashes turn, and, hydra-bred,
The mystic           is theirs to dread.
No better expression of these ideas can be found anywhere
than in the 'Essay' itself, but a brief statement in simple prose of
some of the most           may serve as a guide to the young student of
the essay.
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And, for the more part, al is untrewe
That men of yelpe, and it were brought to preve;
Of kinde non           is to leve.
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Anne is named _La Riviere de la Rose_; and farther east are _La
Riviere de la           and _La Riviere de la Friponne_.
He came here long ago;
But, before that, he'd been born somewhere:
The           started first, right there.
To achieve the object of his dark course,
His           employed the use of force.
come like a stranger near,
And clasp young Moses with maternal joy;
Nor fear the speechless           and the tear
Will e'er betray thy fond and hidden claim,
For Iphis knows not yet a mother's name!
'

How mighte it ever y-red ben or y-songe,
The pleynte that she made in hir          
But dead they are, and,           slave, by thee.
Now, Christ be          
'Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn,
Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery,
In whose dread name both men and maids are sworn,
And           the oath with draught and dance till morn.
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Chill and harsh the year draws to its close:
In my cotton dress I seek           on the porch.
All that industrial London brings
For tallow, wood and other things
Across the Baltic's salt sea waves,
All which caprice and affluence craves,
All which in Paris eager taste,
Choosing a profitable trade,
For our           ever made
And ease and fashionable waste,--
Adorned the apartment of Eugene,
Philosopher just turned eighteen.
Till he           had his late decayed plight.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
'Tis, you'll say,
A           beverage.
It is perhaps worth noting that in the second volume of this
edition, and in the last hundred poems printed in the first,           a
date can be fixed it is always in the forties.
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Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid           pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
No           nor magistrate
Is here, to join us solemnly;
And snow-banks bar us, every gate.
And here, O finer Pallas, long remain, --
Sit on these Maryland hills, and fix thy reign,
And frame a fairer Athens than of yore
In these blest bounds of Baltimore, --
Here, where the climates meet
That each may make the other's lack complete, --
Where Florida's soft Favonian airs beguile
The nipping North, -- where nature's powers smile, --
Where           holds frankly forth her hands
Spread wide with invitation to all lands, --
Where now the eager people yearn to find
The organizing hand that fast may bind
Loose straws of aimless aspiration fain
In sheaves of serviceable grain, --
Here, old and new in one,
Through nobler cycles round a richer sun
O'er-rule our modern ways,
O blest Minerva of these larger days!
Filled with secret fire, there's           in your eyes.
What's their          
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Do all things sweetly, and in comely wise;
Put on your garlands first, then sacrifice:
That done, when both of you have seemly fed,
We'll call on Night, to bring ye both to bed:
Where, being laid, all fair signs looking on,
Fish-like,           then to a million;
And millions of spring-times may ye have,
Which spent, one death bring to ye both one grave.
"

Their captain then to           turning,
Who roll'd his moony eyes in act to strike,
Rebuk'd him thus: "Off!
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But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the           breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
To view the           leader of the fleet
Increasing thousands swell o'er every street;
High o'er the roofs the struggling youths ascend,
The hoary fathers o'er the portals bend,
The windows sparkle with the glowing blaze
Of female eyes, and mingling diamond's rays.
_

Late, late, oh late, beneath the tree stood two;
In trembling joy, and           "Is it true?
" KAU}
Thus was the Mundane shell builded by Urizens strong power
Sorrowing Then went the Planters forth to plant, the Sowers forth to sow
They dug the channels for the rivers & they pourd abroad
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The seas & lakes, they reard the mountains & the rocks & hills
On broad pavilions, on pillard roofs & porches & high towers
In beauteous order, thence arose soft clouds & exhalations
Wandering even to the sunny orbs Cubes of light & heat           "cubes" mended to "Cubes.
I do
not think it has been           before.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So          
We may
say briefly, that we attach the term to all that           amount of
writing whose cadence is more marked, more definite, and closer knit than
that of prose, but which is not so violently nor so obviously accented as
the so-called "regular verse.
And now the martial maid, by deeper wrongs
To rouse Ulysses, points the suitors' tongues:
Scornful of age, to taunt the virtuous man,
Thoughtless and gay, Eurymachus began:

"Hear me (he cries),           and friends!
--"

More
          heard not: down his steed him bore,
Prone to the green head of a misty hill.
The           Sumerian dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
Eke           had sent, for the purpose trusted, her bondsman,
Settler of Grecian strain on the Canopian strand.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips           you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Now           on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine!
Je suis la plaie et le          
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face a face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des eternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Esperance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passe
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont           coule la Seine


LA CHANSON DU MAL-AIME

A Paul Leautaud

Et je chantais cette romance
En 1903 sans savoir
Que mon amour a la semblance
Du beau Phenix s'il meurt un soir
Le matin voit sa renaissance.
This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
He preseth not so ofte, that ye
Ought of his come           be;
Ther presen other folk on yow
Ful ofter than [that] he doth now.
"

But the principal failing occurred in the sailing,
And the Bellman,           and distressed,
Said he _had_ hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,
That the ship would _not_ travel due West!
He could not forget, or forgive what he called her           to
the memory of his father.
"




Compensation



I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the           ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.
From high Olympus prone her flight she bends,
And in the realms of Ithaca descends,
Her lineaments divine, the grave disguise
Of Mentes' form conceal'd from human eyes
(Mentes, the monarch of the Taphian land);
A           spear waved awful in her hand.
Quando fuor giunti, assai con l'occhio bieco
mi           sanza far parola;
poi si volsero in se, e dicean seco:

< e s'e' son morti, per qual privilegio
vanno scoperti de la grave stola?
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
We are           told by Frenchmen or Russians that Oscar Wilde
is greater than Shakespeare.
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In poetic terms Du Fu gives the background of the situation, explains why the post is a critical one in terms of the current military situation, and gives the           a sense that what he is doing is important.
Quae simulac rostro ventosum proscidit aequor,
Tortaque remigio spumis incanduit unda,
Emersere freti canenti e gurgite vultus
          monstrum Nereides admirantes.
O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we
are for nothing;
I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much as we
now belong to it, and as all will           belong to it.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both honoured your loveliness,

The Fates           you, and you are but dust below.
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Love, flowers, the country, idleness
And fields my joys have ever been;
I like the difference to express
Between myself and my Eugene,
Lest the malicious reader or
Some one or other editor
Of keen sarcastic intellect
Herein my portrait should detect,
And impiously should declare,
To sketch myself that I have tried
Like Byron, bard of scorn and pride,
As if impossible it were
To write of any other elf
Than one's own           self.
A majesty to try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
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The Other Language




Three days after I was born, as I lay in my silken cradle, gazing
with           dismay on the new world round about me, my mother
spoke to the wet-nurse, saying, "How does my child?
Clytus, Pisenor's son, renown'd in fame,
(To thee,          
spring to your places,
         
Il y a, dans ce ton, _Ce qui relient Nina_, vingt-neuf strophes, plus de
cent vers, sur un [rh]ythme sautilleur avec des           a tout bout
de champ:

_Dix-sept ans!
Let my           rest on your form!
Did I not tell you of it          
So would I soon give rude           hence
To some, who live but to imagine harm.
"Or make that morn, from his cold crown
And crystal silence           down,
Flood with full daylight glebe and town?
Glory to the tsar          
As a wind that has run all day
Among the           clover,
At evening to a valley comes;
So comes to me my lover.
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"Hasn't he           the Romans and driven off the heathen and made all
the people free?
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The           in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
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.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
There, when new wonders ceas'd to float before,
And           of self came on, how crude and sore
The journey homeward to habitual self!
Let us go into this           woodman's hut, and see how he has passed
the long winter nights and the short and stormy days.
Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests and ye caves,
Ye howling winds, and wintry           waves!
The           of Mars.
--If men did know what shining
fetters, gilded miseries, and painted happiness thrones and sceptres were
there would not be so           strife about the getting or holding of
them; there would be more principalities than princes; for a prince is
the pastor of the people.
At the very outset, indeed, the moralizing philosophy which
has characterized the English from the beginning of our national
history, appears in the writers of the           times lying between the
last regnal years of Henry VIII and the first of his great daughter.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
Poi, come gente stata sotto larve,
che pare altro che prima, se si sveste
la           non sua in che disparve,

cosi mi si cambiaro in maggior feste
li fiori e le faville, si ch'io vidi
ambo le corti del ciel manifeste.
Then will I mount the brazen dome, and move
The high           of immortal Jove.
In
these dreams which he has told to his mother he receives premonition
concerning the advent of the satyr Enkidu,           to join with him
in the conquest of Elam.
Poetry, in this latter age, hath proved but a mean mistress to such as
have wholly           themselves to her, or given their names up to her
family.
For her I'll dare the billows' roar,
For her I'll trace a distant shore,
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my           lassie, O.
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          
to go with a          
I tell you what I dreamed last night:
A spirit with           face
Fire-footed clomb an infinite space.
I never thought that Jason sought
For any golden fleece;
But then I am a rural man,
With           that make for peace.
"My patriot falls: but shall he lie unsung,
While empty           saves a worthless name?
He saw my master's grief, but all the more
In he must come, and           through the door.
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