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The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
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Thou fear'st, as I perceive,
Some other snare, but idle is that fear, 460
For I have sworn the           oath.
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
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His           tinkled among the teacups.
It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at           shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown 110
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For stretch'd beside the hoary ocean lie
Green meadows moist, where vines would never fail;
Light is the land, and they might yearly reap
The tallest crops, so           is the glebe.
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Lassie," which Burns           into these stanzas, for Johnson's
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On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty           decorate the walls,
Moore's Almanack where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
Who bade you arise from your          
Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least           made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Births have brought us           and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
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XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
She was
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we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
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COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
SEMI-CHORUS

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Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
ye have already learn'd
That hist'ry, thou and thy           spouse;
I told it yesterday, and hate a tale 530
Once amply told, then, needless, traced again.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
HIS IMMORTALITY


I

I SAW a dead man's finer part
Shining within each           heart
Of those bereft.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

From magic Thrace, O          
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Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By           tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
1           and Xuzhou were two prefectures in the east, deep in An Lushan?
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
"

"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days--
Albeit bright           of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
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[Sidenote G:           many a weary way goes Sir Gawayne.
And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
BOOK VII


Song of the Open Road

1
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading           I choose.
Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
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Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
What strange           hast now put on,
To _make believe_, that thou art gone?
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or calculinge           nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
I'll follow thee
Like an           spirit I'll follow thee
Even unto death.
* * * * *





ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the           spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
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'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it           another wood.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
non illi           bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis uastabit tertius heres.
From his           hand the string, let fly,
Twang'd short and sharp like the shrill swallow's cry.
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{and} yif he be           {and} wi?
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Oh, this           dream!
Qua superos spectat ratilans,           infra,

Caetera dedignaus, ardet amore poli.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
--

Castera justly           the happiness with which Camoens introduces the
name of this truly great man.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
22 _Denique
Catullus cum maledicta           sic ait: At non effugies meos
iambos
4 _si non omnia.
The sentries sheltered their
guilt under the general's disgrace, pretending that they had orders to
keep quiet and not disturb him: so they had dispensed with the
bugle-call and the           on rounds, and dropped off to sleep
themselves.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
          in caresses and treacheries.
Then in the dark           the Cherry-trees
Gleam white with loads of blossom where the gleams
Of piled snow lately hung, and richer streams
The honey.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In           on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
It is a land of          
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
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living when this lie was printed.
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He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
          his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling           in his stead.
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