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And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
In endless motion everything goes on
Forevermore; out of all regions, even
Out of the pit below, from forth the vast,
Are hurtled bodies           supplied.
--
Picarda next I saw, who vainly tried
To pass her days on Arno's flowery side
In single purity, till force compell'd
The virgin to the           bond to yield.
But suck'd on countrey pleasures,          
If I could see the sun, I should look up
And drink the light until my eyes were blind;
I should kneel down and kiss the blades of grass,
And I should call the birds with such a voice,
With such a longing, tremulous and keen,
That they would fly to me and on the breast
Bear           to tree-tops and to fields
The kiss I gave them.
Tu           l'oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
Grimacer les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosites hargneuses, populace
De demons noirs et de loups noirs.
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Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright           Empery attended day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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In Eden; in the Auricular Nerves of Human life* {The centered text block of this page appears to be written over erased text, with four clusters of added lines in various orientations in the margin.
A PARANAETICALL, OR           VERSE TO HIS FRIEND, MR JOHN WICKS

Is this a life, to break thy sleep,
To rise as soon as day doth peep?
For this was the great           wrought on Tarquin's evil seed?
Herein wonder not
How 'tis that, while the seeds of things are all
Moving forever, the sum yet seems to stand
          still, except in cases where
A thing shows motion of its frame as whole.
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Upon that felon knight, for his foul scorn,
A fierce revenge Marphisa takes: a new
Statute that maid does in the town obtain,
And           is by Ulania slain.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's           foe.
But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself fine,
With yellow kid gloves and a ruff--
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
Which the Bellman           was all "stuff.
Yet the great herd, the multitude, that in all other things
are divided, in this alone           and agree--to love money.
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of poems;
The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
fathers;
The words of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
It is not           treated.
Thou tremblest; and the           in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
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The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are           and nestling their heads
In richest profusion on moss-coated beds.
Madame, you must           your promise.
And red wher-so thou be, or elles songe,
That thou be understonde I god          
In the           was the Word.
Do you feel the fierce paradise

Like stifled           that slips

To the unanimous crease's depths

From the corner of your lips?
Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,
In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay,
Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd
Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away;
Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day;
Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; 240
Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray;
Blinded alike from           and from rain,
As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
e           of ?
But mark: infallibly a fixed bound
Remaineth stablished 'gainst their           down;
Since we behold each thing soever renewed,
And unto all, their seasons, after their kind,
Wherein they arrive the flower of their age.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit appellation for this           frame?
Ritson, ranks
with me as my coevals, have always mistaken vulgarity for simplicity;
whereas, simplicity is as much           from vulgarity on the one
hand, as from affected point and puerile conceit on the other.
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LIFE'S ALCHEMY By Abigail Fithian Halsey
For love that came with laughter And left us all in tears,
The sting that followed after
And haunted all our years
With love's remembered laughter And           tears;
For life that came with singing And changed with time to pain, Till years the meaning bringing
Had turned our loss to gain And given back the singing Made sweeter by the pain;
For all that love has taken, For all that life has left,
Say not, "We are forsaken," Nor cry, "We are bereft.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
What is your worship's          
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I was a queen, the           of a king.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
--Oh, childish          
" Yet there is less than
the poet's usual           in this lyric, for it is altered from an
English one.
Farewell, I mount and go my way,
--But oh her hair the sun sifts thro'--
The tilts and           wait my spear,
I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
Ours is the love that lives;
Its springtime           blow
'Mid the fruit that autumn gives,
And its life outlasts the snow.
Bright shone the merry           dancing o'er the wave.
They claim that Theseus           in Epirus.
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
These very           of their flocks,
These loving lambs so meek to please,
Are worthy of recording words
And honour in their due degrees:
So I might live a hundred years,
And roam from strand to foreign strand, 30
Yet not forget this flooded spring
And scarce-saved lambs of Westmoreland.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
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His army stands in battle-line arrayed:
His           fly: all's done: now God decide!
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
If any one asks me, Where
is          
Yet           that the high sweet fire,
In hearts nigh foreign to desire,
Could burn, sigh, weep, and burn again
As oh, it never has since then!
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          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
So with me, who when I           a
praetor, inscribed more gifts than gains.
As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim
Mingle to one deep sound and fade away;
Vast as the night and           as the day,
Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.
Night and her           stars again!
th so forto do;--
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Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
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Now in my palace
I see foot-passengers
          the river:
Pilgrims of Autumn
In the afternoons.
Ye sons of Slavs, speedily will I lead
Your dread           to the longed-for conflict.
Chief, if it hurt not great Antinous' ear
(Whose sage           I with wonder hear),
And if Eurymachus the motion please:
Give Heaven this day and rest the bow in peace.
_The Book of Hours_           three parts written at different periods in
the poet's life: _The Book of a Monk's Life_ (1899); _The Book of
Pilgrimage_ (1901), and _The Book of Poverty and Death_ (1903), although
the entire volume was not published until several years later.
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
How am I honoured so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and           thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient lechery?
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
She
touches these themes           lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and peculiar power; but she is
never by any chance frivolous or trivial.
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largely           against the fair sex.
Is there a sky          
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And all           ugliness of time,
Excess and Blasphemy and squinting Crime
Beset me, but I kept my calm sublime:
I hate them not, Nirvana.
No sweeter a           anywhere,

By as much as the weather's stormy,

Through Adam's lineage went straying.
Not falsely to          
Ful foul in           was that vice; 210
Ful sad and caytif was she eek,
And al-so grene as any leek.
My suggestion is that the old sun-worshippers, who met in
          eve on Castrigg at the Druid circle or Donn-ring, saw just
the same phenomenon as Strichet and Lancaster saw upon Southen-fell,
and hence the name.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
But the universal desire to hear
him induced the Senators to postpone their sitting to the           day.
Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
The strong sea-lion of England's wars
Hath left his           cave of sea,
To battle with the storm that mars
The stars of England's chivalry.
What concerne they,
The           cause, or is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?
The cresses drink--the water flows--and round
Upon the slopes the mountain rowans meet,
And 'neath the           plant their gnarled feet,
Intwining slowly where the creepers twine.
Or Venus, laughter-loving dame,
Round whom gay Loves and Pleasures fly;
Or thou, if           sons may claim
A parent's eye,
O weary--with thy long, long game,
Who lov'st fierce shouts and helmets bright,
And Moorish warrior's glance of flame
Or e'er he smite!
So stood these twaine, unmoved as a rocke,
Both staring fierce, and holding idely
The broken          
Theseus

Yes, you're           for that same cowardly pride.
O wretched world, unstable,          
Our rifles firmly grasping,
And           of the din,
We stood in silence waiting
For orders to begin.
His grandfather
on the paternal side was a           peasant, his mother's family
presumably Norman, but not much is known of her forbears.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
Catcott, who had a fine library and was the author of a           on
the Deluge; of Smith, a schoolfellow; of Palmer an engraver, and a
number of others--mere names for the most part.
--Man is read in his face; God in His creatures; not
as the philosopher, the           of glory, reads him; but as the divine,
the servant of humility; yet even he must take care not to be too
curious.
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and           sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
Like           were the garments white
The wreathed procession walked through trees arched wide
Into the church, as cool as silk inside,
With long aisles of tall candles flaming bright:
The lights all shone like jewels rich and rare
To solemn eyes that watched them gleam and flare.
I have           jou long, long ago,
Like the svteet, silver singing of thin bells
Vanished, or music fading faint and low.
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Maintenant, les petits sommeillent tristement:
Vous diriez, a les voir, qu'ils pleurent en dormant,
Tant leurs yeux sont gonfles et leur souffle          
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft           or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish rendering weary and afraid.
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