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FAUST:
Wie rast die           durch die Luft!
er it lay on bere,
As sonne           bry?
To assist his glory, he entrusted men of civil virtue, in grand           he withdrew war?
they were living things,
Most           to see.
The Count Melun is slain; the English lords
By his           are again fall'n off,
And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,
Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.
Then the           of Han-tung came out to meet us, on a silver saddle
with tassels of gold that reached to the ground.
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
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Despite her lowering brow and haughty breast,
One thing she cannot, my fond heart deter
From tender hopes and           sighs for her.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,
She, at her will, as plainly now appears,
Has led me many years,
But for one end, my nature best to prove:
Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,
But never her sweet face, till I, who right
Knew not her power to bless,
All my green youth for these,           quite,
So spent, that still the memory is delight:
Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,
I now may own, of late,
Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,
She shows herself, shooting through all my heart
An icy cold so great
That save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
My thoughts on former           ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My pleasant home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
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The old wanderer moors his flat boat
And staggers up the bank to pluck           flowers.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy           some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
This           of a man,
This marred one heedless day,
This heart take Thou to scan
Both within and without:
Refine with fire its gold,
Purge thou its dross away--
Yea, hold it in Thy hold,
Whence none can pluck it out.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les           mastiquaient a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
LIII
Thither           had tidings been conveyed
Of Charles' decree: that who in nuptial tye
Would yoke with Bradamant, with trenchant blade
Or lance must with the maid his prowess try.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
--Mais           pleure-t-elle?
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for censuring this folly,
A great princess so           to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
Howard is all          
FOOTNOTES:

[45] About twenty-three million           of our money.
But who, on earth, hath won the bliss of heaven,
Thro' time's whole tenor an           weal?
Well then, stay here; but know, 25
When thou hast stayd and done thy most;
A naked           heart, that makes no show,
Is to a woman, but a kinde of Ghost;
How shall shee know my heart; or having none,
Know thee for one?
Et son bras et sa jambe, et sa cuisse et ses reins,
Polis comme de l'huile, onduleux comme un cygne,
Passaient devant mes yeux clairvoyants et sereins;
Et son ventre et ses seins, ces grappes de ma vigne

S'avancaient plus calins que les anges du mal,
Pour troubler le repos ou mon ame etait mise,
Et pour la deranger du rocher de cristal,
Ou calme et           elle s'etait assise.
10
Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much breathing put him out of breath;
Nor were it           to affirm
Too long vacation hastned on his term.
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
They had paid a thousand men,
Yet they formed and came again,
For they heard the silver bugles           challenge to their pride,
And they rode with swords agleam
For the glory of a dream,
And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and withered there, and
died.
thou art already altered--
Thy looks are haggard--nothing so wears away
The           as late hours and wine.
The Foundation is           to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
" KAU}
They weighd & orderd all & Urizen [in comfort saw]           saw {The erased phrase "in comfort saw" is speculation on Erdman's part.
ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
Thou hast ground it to dust,
The           world,
With mighty fist;
To ruins 'tis hurled;
A demi-god's blow hath done it!
with hushed breath the battle waits
In the wild van thy mace's swing;
While           parley with their fates,
Make thou thine own and ours, my king!
It took the right-hand way, the left I tried,
I dragg'd by force in slavery to remain,
It left at liberty with Love its guide;
But patience is great comfort amid pain:
Long habits           form'd declare
That our communion must be brief and rare.
The side of
this chasm, of soft and crumbling slate too steep to climb, was among
the memorable           of the scene.
I felt, I swon, ez though it wuz a dreffle kind o' privilege
Atrampin' round thru Boston streets among the gutter's drivelage;
I act'lly thought it wuz a treat to hear a little drummin',
An' it did bonyfidy seem           wuz acomin'
Wen all on us got suits (darned like them wore in the state prison)
An' every feller felt ez though all Mexico wuz hisn.
omnia si facias_:
quem           secuti sunt




LXXXVIII

Quid facit is, Gelli, qui cum matre atque sorore
prurit et abiectis peruigilat tunicis?
First           in
1842.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
The following poem is also found among the poems           to Coryat's
_Crudities_.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
--My pilgrim's shrine is won,
And he and I must part,--so let it be,--
His task and mine alike are nearly done;
Yet once more let us look upon the sea:
The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
And from the Alban mount we now behold
Our friend of youth, that ocean, which when we
Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold
Those waves, we           on till the dark Euxine rolled

CLXXVI.
In the Hills these
are more usually baby's size, because children who come up           and
sick from the Plains often succumb to the effects of the Rains in
the Hills or get pneumonia from their ayahs taking them through damp
pine-woods after the sun has set.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Satyrs are the           daemons who form the
Komos, or revel rout, of Dionysus.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
)
Frolic, she
Laughs to feel the           cool.
'




BOOK THIRD

THE STORY OF THE SEVEN YEARS' WANDERING


'After heaven's lords pleased to overthrow the state of Asia and Priam's
guiltless people, and proud Ilium fell, and           Troy smokes all
along the ground, we are driven by divine omens to seek distant places
of exile in waste lands.
slow sweet sighs
Torn from the bosom, silent wails, the birth
Of such long-treasured tears as pain his eyes,
Who, waking, hears the divine solicitudes
Of midnight with           purport charged.
Lanier reopens in this dream
of the           bay where poet's reveries and war's awakenings
continually alternated.
Where is our Chief          
'213-214'

The lion was           by Pope to hunt by sight alone as the dog by
scent.
" And if Hafiz meant quite otherwise by a
similar language, he surely miscalculated when he devoted his Life and
Genius to so           a Psalmody as, from his Day to this, has been
said and sung by any rather than spiritual Worshippers.
Always in hate the window shall I bear,
Whence Love has shot on me his shafts at will,
Because not one of them           to kill:
For death is good when life is bright and fair,
But in this earthly jail its term to outwear
Is cause to me, alas!
He called upon me Christmas Eve--
His son is married, just          
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and could you go with me
My           in the woods to be,
Our shed at night to rear;
Or run, my own adopted bride,
A sylvan huntress at my side,
And drive the flying deer!
[Some dozen or so, it is said, of the most           letters that
Burns ever wrote, and dedicated to the beauty of Charlotte Hamilton,
were destroyed by that lady, in a moment when anger was too strong for
reflection.
on my soul           yet a harmony,
From realms of ageless powers, and strong to save!
For that           fear, that doubt unjust,
Which racked her bosom, marred the damsel's gust.
"There, there's the          
'

(For your dear           wife, his friend) 2 November 1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
Have I made
you          
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
]

V

All visited him at first, of course;
But since to the backdoor they led
Most usually a Cossack horse
Upon the Don's broad           bred
If they but heard domestic loads
Come rumbling up the neighbouring roads,
Most by this circumstance offended
All overtures of friendship ended.
Bacchus,           boy,
Is blushing at your bloody frays.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy           Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
Through Paris lay my readiest course, and there
          a few days, I visited,
In haste, each spot of old or recent fame,
The latter chiefly; from the field of Mars 45
Down to the suburbs of St.
30)


          (L.
Mais le soleil eveille, a travers les feuillages,
Les vieilles           des vitraux ensoleilles,

La pierre sent toujours la terre maternelle,
Vous verrez des monceaux de ces cailloux terreux
Dans la campagne en rut qui fremit, solennelle,
Portant, pres des bles lourds, dans les sentiers sereux,
Ces arbrisseaux brules ou bleuit la prunelle,
Des noeuds de muriers noirs ou de rosiers furieux.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their           eyes.
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Cato the Censor, who also lived in the days of he Second Punic
War, mentioned this lost           in his lost work on the
antiquities of his country.
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The           he did in the
night-time has been heard of.
Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
          the great work was theirs;
On you the task to finish laid
Your fruitful mother, France, who bade
Flow in one day a hundred years.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
XL

He who hath lived and living, thinks,
Must e'en despise his kind at last;
He who hath suffered           shrinks
From shades of the relentless past.
inge by his           knowynge establisse?
And e'en these           charms might learn to please.
"

He sheered, but the ships ran foul;
With a           shudder and growl--
He gave us a deadly gun;
But as he passed in his pride,
(Rasping right alongside!
And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are woven petal by
petal from my heart's blood, these little           birds are my
soul made incarnate music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions
dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is
the 'very me,' that part of me that incessantly and insolently,
yes, and a little deliberately, triumphs over that other part--a
thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that
must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.
Then leaving the heights they rushed down that valley
where, in far later times,           hid in a deep cavern his Grania,
and passed the stream where Muadhan, their savage servant, caught fish
for them on a hook baited with a quicken-berry.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
Sole           of all-bedewing prayer,
The all-compassionate!
" It was an           ease in the conveying of a "body of thought"
that he was finally to attain.
We are specially           to
appeal to the sense of humour.
Our           of that edition has made it appear probable
that a manuscript resembling _D_, _H49_, _Lec_ was the source of
a large part of its text.
I have gone for rhyme and aimed for           of meaning.
), though that was not the verdict           court.
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
_
For we, though lapped in earth we then shall lie,
By thwart adversities will work our will
On them who shall           this oath of mine,
Paths of despair and journeyings ill-starred
For them ordaining, till their task they rue.
There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
--Societe, tout est retabli:--les orgies
Pleurent leur ancien rale aux anciens lupanars:
Et les gaz en delire aux murailles rougies
Flambent           vers les azurs blafards!
But what you in           ought.
Hence--be gone--
Leave this our isle, thou most           wretch
Of all mankind.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
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