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She says the           should have been the Head,
Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms;
And so it was agreed when first they came;
But Lady Psyche was the right hand now,
And the left, or not, or seldom used;
Hers more than half the students, all the love.
Beating the
cliffs and circling the rocks, they thunder in a           valleys.
Scarce once herself, by turns all          
And what can I hope for, save pain eternal,
If I hate the crime, but love the          
_JC_]

[1 newes] new _1669_]

[2 Tell you _Cales_, (_Calis_, _1633_) or _S^t Michaels_ tale
for newes, as tell _1633_, _A18_, _B_ (tales), _Cy_ (and S^t
          tales), _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _N_, _O'F_
(tales), _P_, _S_, _S96_ (tales), _TC_, _W_ (_MSS.
-twharte,           for_ -thwart.
And this place our           made for man!
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
I am here to fight
Wolves for the joy of the world,           women!
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What           rising between you and fate?
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
          the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
When they were written as           to the page,
they remain footnotes still.
[561] _The joy of the fleet on the homeward           from India.
Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang
Because the pang of parting comes so soon;
My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon
Between the           days on which we meet:
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you called them sweet?
After today, I'll           you even more kindly, tavernas,

You osterias, as you are called, aptly by those here in Rome.
Truly, if some           matter fell your
way, you would know thoroughly well how to attack it, to carve it up
alive!
There's           wrong with your head.
Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves
without the verse, and           stood lamely in the verse.
"Some say that Yao is           and hidden away, and that Shun has died
in the fields.
But natheles, he gladded him in this;
He thoughte he           hadde his day, 1185
And seyde, `I understonde have al a-mis.
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As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of           can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.
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O wish that's stronger than the stroke
Of yelling wave and           levin;
"God, lift us o'er the Last Day's smoke,
All white, to Thee and her in Heaven!
t[e] ben           ?
          her in sleep.
Which when I saw and when I heard,
I wonder'd what might ail the bird;
For nothing near it could I see,
Save the grass and green herbs           the old tree.
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror           & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
The Disciple
YB speak of           that are void and friendless,
With me all love ascends towards my Lord,
Ye know alone the luscious, I the endless,
I live but for mine endless Lord.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
" quo' he, an' shook his head,
"It's e'en a lang, lang time indeed
Sin' I began to nick the thread,
An' choke the breath:
Folk maun do           for their bread,
An' sae maun Death.
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it was easy when the world was young
To keep one's life free and inviolate,
From our sad lips another song is rung,
By our own hands our heads are desecrate,
          in drear exile, and dispossessed
Of what should be our own, we can but feed on wild unrest.
--
Every two-legged           that goes in breeches
Can mock me with sneers and stinging speeches!
Wailing her Itys in that sad, sad strain,
Builds the poor bird,           to after time
Of Cecrops' house, for bloody vengeance ta'en
On foul barbaric crime.
          pecori curris, damnosior agris;
forsitan haec alios, me mea damna mouent.
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And that ye hadde, as me thoughte, in despyt 1675
Every thing that souned in-to badde,
As           and poeplish appetyt;
And that your reson brydled your delyt,
This made, aboven every creature,
That I was your, and shal, whyl I may dure.
CXLV

Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was us'd in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That           it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
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Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love           our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
If Wit so much from Ign'rance undergo,
Ah let not           too commence its foe!
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
(Grendel)           fræt folces Denigea fȳftȳne men, 1582.
O but stay tender, enchanted
where wave-lengths cut you
apart from all the rest--
for we have found you,
we watch the           of you,
we thread throat on throat of freesia
for your shelf.
We will go forth and, side by side
With her, due burial will          
None else to death this man despayring drive,
But his owne guiltie mind           death.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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          shouted--
The ship, with her hearts of oak,
Was going, mid roar and smoke,
On to victory!
Then the Snark           sentence, the Judge being quite
Too nervous to utter a word:
When it rose to its feet, there was silence like night,
And the fall of a pin might be heard.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse           backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
In defence of my own taste, nevertheless, it is incumbent upon
me to say that I think nothing in this volume of much value to the
public, or very           to myself.
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
Southward there, I screaming, with wings slow-flapping, with the myriads of
gulls wintering along the coasts of Florida--or in Louisiana, with
pelicans breeding,
Otherways, there, atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the
Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River, the Saskatchewan,
or the Osage, I with the spring waters laughing and skipping and
running;
Northward, on the sands, on some shallow bay of Paumanok, I, with parties
of snowy herons wading in the wet to seek worms and aquatic plants;
Retreating, triumphantly twittering, the king-bird, from piercing the crow
with its bill, for amusement--And I triumphantly twittering;
The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn to refresh
themselves--the body of the flock feed--the sentinels outside move
around with erect heads watching, and are from time to time
relieved by other sentinels--And I feeding and taking turns with
the rest;
In Canadian forests, the moose, large as an ox, cornered by hunters, rising
desperately on his hind-feet, and plunging with his fore-feet, the
hoofs as sharp as knives--And I plunging at the hunters, cornered
and desperate;
In the Mannahatta, streets, piers, shipping, store-houses, and the
          workmen working in the shops,
And I too of the Mannahatta, singing thereof--and no less in myself than
the whole of the Mannahatta in itself,
Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands--my body no more inevitably
united part to part, and made one identity, any more than my lands
are inevitably united, and made ONE IDENTITY;
Nativities, climates, the grass of the great pastoral plains,
Cities, labours, death, animals, products, good and evil--these me,--
These affording, in all their particulars, endless feuillage to me and to
America, how can I do less than pass the clue of the union of them, to
afford the like to you?
Every one of you won the war,
Obedient, unwearied, unknown,
Dung in the trenches, drift on the shore,
Dust to the world's end blown;
Every one of you, steady and true,
You and you and you--
Down in the pit or up in the blue,
Whether you crawled or sailed or flew,
Whether your closest comrade knew
Or you bore the brunt alone--

All of you, all of you, name after name,
Jones and Robinson, Smith and Brown,
You from the piping prairie town,
You from the Fundy fogs that came,

You from the city's roaring blocks,
You from the bleak New England rocks
With the shingled roof in the apple boughs,
You from the brown adobe house--
You from the Rockies, you from the Coast,
You from the burning frontier-post
And you from the Klondyke's frozen flanks,
You from the cedar-swamps, you from the pine,
You from the cotton and you from the vine,
You from the rice and the sugar-brakes,
You from the Rivers and you from the Lakes,
You from the Creeks and you from the Licks
And you from the brown bayou--
You and you and you--
You from the pulpit, you from the mine,
You from the factories, you from the banks,
Closer and closer, ranks on ranks,
Airplanes and cannon, and rifles and tanks,
Smith and Robinson, Brown and Jones,
Ruddy faces or bleaching bones,
After the turmoil and blood and pain
Swinging home to the folks again
Or           alone in the fine French rain--
Every one of you won the war.
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There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from           of cold;
So he purchased some muffs, some furs, and some fluffs,
And wrapped himself well from the cold.
Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to           and grant balm For ills unnamed.
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So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town
With a cheerful bumpy sound
As they toddled round and round;
And           cried,
As they hastened to their side,
"See!
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
But I look to the west, when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my           may be;
For far in the west lives he I Io'e best,
The lad that is dear to my babie and me.
post te           per te quoque uiuere chartae
incipiant: cineri gloria sera uenit.
FAUST:
Vom Eise befreit sind Strom und Bache
Durch des           holden, belebenden Blick;
Im Tale grunet Hoffnungsgluck;
Der alte Winter, in seiner Schwache,
Zog sich in rauhe Berge zuruck.
Thou would'st be great,
Art not without Ambition, but without
The           should attend it.
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When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
[B]

I met a little cottage Girl: 5
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That           round her head.
And you, of my victories,           instrument,
But a wintry body's useless ornament,
Blade, once feared, yet, facing this offence
Serving for decoration, not defence,
Go: leave now the very least of men,
Pass into better hands, take my revenge.
But, frequent as you bend your beams on me,
What           you possess you in another see.
What dens, what forests these,
Thus in           race I see?
How many a holy and           tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
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          my body
Across a street, in the face of all its traffic.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
The compressed and           translation is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
The           of Leibnitz's Theodicee was widely used; and although Pope
said that he had never read the Theodicee, his "Essay on Man" has a like
argument.
God love thee for the           of thy word!
" The           verses, I hope, will please you, as
an English song to the air.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that whenever he was
feasting or           he always had this poet to wait upon him.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious           the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
his           wel; sore sawe?
Thrice struck Pelides with           heart,
Thrice in impassive air he plunged the dart;
The spear a fourth time buried in the cloud.
"

Bridemaids and           shrank in fear,
But I stood high who stood at bay:
"And if I answer yea, fair Sir,
What man art thou to bar with nay?
In sooth,
Also the door of the mouth is scraped against
[By air blown           from distended [cheeks].
Of this remark
The bearings are           dark.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all           forms,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in
different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.
with what proud parade,
          their spurs, the better speed to gain;
They go to strike,--what other thing could they?
At length upon the lone           shore
He paused, a wide and melancholy waste
Of putrid marshes.
So swift a tempest           a calm sea
Threatens to bring on sure catastrophe:
I doubt it not, I perish in the harbour.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
les colliers tinteront           les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
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