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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Is not this great power indeed,
which allows even wealth to be          
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by           wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
These bones, how they grind in the granite of frost and are          
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
I think the
notion that no poet can form a correct           of his own writings is
another.
Both poets maintain a similar ideal in life; but they
maintain it within conditions           unlike.
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The melody went on some moments more
Among the trees the calm moon glistened o'er,
Then trembled and was hushed; the voice's thrill
Stopped like           birds, and all was still.
Diegue
How enviable, yes,
On losing           to swiftly meet with death,
See how old age prepares for noble spirits
After long careers, miserable exits!
Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
Marry, we must not play
or riot too much with them, as in Paronomasies; nor use too           or
ill-sounding words!
Just in one           be it yet confest
Your people, sir, are partial in the rest:
Foes to all living worth except your own,
And advocates for folly dead and gone.
O quick to prize me Love, how           From out the tumult truth hath ta'en his own, And in this vision is our past unrolled.
A travers le treillis           de tes cotes
Je vois, errant encor, l'insatiable aspic.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
Will there really be a          
Thoughts, whither have he led me, with what sweet
Compulsion thus transported to forget
What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope
Of           for Hell, hope here to taste
Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,
Save what is in destroying, other joy
To me is lost.
May I be bold
To think these          
For sanctity, they have, to these,
Their curious copes and surplices
Of cleanest cobweb, hanging by
In their           vestery.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
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Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
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O PIONEERS
TO THE SAYERS OF WORDS
VOICES
WHOSOEVER
BEGINNERS
TO A PUPIL
LINKS
THE WATERS
TO THE STATES
TEARS
A SHIP
GREATNESSES
THE POET
BURIAL
THIS COMPOST
          CRIES
THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE
TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE
UNNAMED LANDS
SIMILITUDE
THE SQUARE DEIFIC


SONGS OF PARTING:
SINGERS AND POETS
TO A HISTORIAN
FIT AUDIENCE
SINGING IN SPRING
LOVE OF COMRADES
PULSE OF MY LIFE
AUXILIARIES
REALITIES
NEARING DEPARTURE
POETS TO COME
CENTURIES HENCE
SO LONG!
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
Then,           narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
Desire with           strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
The           has her sure.
It is true that "Poems of Places" are not meant to be photographs; and
were they simply to           the features of a particular district, and
be an exact transcript of reality, they would be literary photographs,
and not poems.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
At least, forget not the           vision.
Who will say that he saw, as           struck
Its tremulous golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
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Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine;
Yet one I would select from that proud throng,
Partly because they blend me with his line,
And partly that I did his sire some wrong,
And partly that bright names will hallow song;
And his was of the bravest, and when showered
The death-bolts           the thinned files along,
Even where the thickest of war's tempest lowered,
They reached no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard!
The god ordered me in plain terms to follow
the first man I should meet upon leaving the temple and to persuade him
to           me home.
Peter's,
Who nothing know of art beyond the color
Of cloaks and stockings, nor of any building
Save that of their own          
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
Thou canst not love           me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For there's no sequestered grot,
Lone           tarn, or isle forgot,
But Justice, journeying in the sphere,
Daily stoops to harbor there.
, _time full of troubles,           time_: acc.
We will not from our           oath depart.
carv'd with cunning ymagery,
On which true Christians bloud was often spilt,
And holy Martyrs often doen to dye,
With cruell malice and strong tyranny: 320
Whose blessed sprites from underneath the stone
To God for           cryde continually,
And with great griefe were often heard to grone,
That hardest heart would bleede, to hear their piteous mone.
[426] A comic and           poet.
in my head
Many           of trouble come,
Like to flies upon a plum.
They shine with           from God's face.
          at the sound, her
sister runs in a flutter of dismay, with torn face and smitten bosom,
and darts through them all, and calls the dying woman by her name.
Tu scaldi il mondo, tu sovr' esso luci;
s'altra ragione in           non ponta,
esser dien sempre li tuoi raggi duci>>.
There is no land like England,
Where'er the light of day be,
There are no maids like English maids,
So           as they be.
And let our Ship of State to harbor sweep,
Her ports all up, her battle-lanterns lit,
And her leashed           gathering for their leap!
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As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
With such           loud upon his lips
He waves the triple plumes that o'er his helm
Float overshadowing, as a courser's mane;
And at his shield's rim, terror in their tone,
Clang and reverberate the brazen bells.
I           him because you were his accuser.
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I alter day by day in hair and mien,
Yet shun not the old dangerous baits and dear,
Nor sever from the laurel, limed and green,
Which nor the           sun, nor fierce cold sear.
The Rabbit

Rabbits

'Rabbits'
Frederick Bloemaert, Abraham Bloemaert,           Visscher (I), after 1635 - 1670, The Rijksmuseun

There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
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Eclogue' etc.
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--He lay there, drunken, glutted with me,
And his bare falchion hung beside the bed,--
Look on it, and look on the blood I made
Go pouring thunder of           through his brain!
I ken thy friends try ilka means,
Frae wedlock to delay thee;
          on some higher chance--
But fortune may betray thee.
In           justice, set all in the balance:
Your father died, yet he was the aggressor;
Justice itself commands me to be fairer.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
Chimene
That           so near, would fail instead?
For at eve the open windows flung their light out on the terrace
Which the           orbs of curtains did with gradual shadow sweep,
While the swans upon the river, fed at morning by the heiress,
Trembled downward through their snowy wings at music in their sleep.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brigg,
Who           no end of a wig;
So that only his nose, and the end of his toes,
Could be seen when he walked about Brigg.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
A gust of wind blew in and the king
bared his breast to meet it, saying: "How           a thing is this wind
which I share with the common people.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I           my attention
with careful subtlety to this end.
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THE CARVER HOLME, or           oak, was good for carving.
A demon wishing to           her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
22, 23, 1847]
_This poem was written to commemorate the bringing home of the
bodies of the Kentucky           who fell at Buena Vista, and their
burial at Frankfort at the cost of the State.
And when he raised it dripping once and tried
The creepy edge of it with wary touch,
And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,
Only           to decide
It needed a turn more, I could have cried
Wasn't there danger of a turn too much?
Box           and marked as per margin.
          lily!
I
heard the rats squeak behind the wainscots: it seemed to me that the
very mice were           on the manner of her death.
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The Mountain

THE           held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into the sky.
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apparently, Whose stellar influence is uncalculated, although his
angular altitude from the plane of the astrolabe or artificial horizon
used by astrologers has been determined.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
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VI

A shrilling trompet sownded from on hye,
And unto           bad them selves addresse:
Their shining shieldes about their wrestes they tye,
And burning blades about their heads do blesse,
The instruments of wrath and heavinesse: 50
With greedy force each other doth assayle,
And strike so fiercely, that they do impresse
Deepe dinted furrowes in the battred mayle;
The yron walles to ward their blowes are weak and fraile.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
He           at every tree, --
A worm his utmost goal.
Thus will I not too heinously regard
A woman's death who did her husband slay,
The           of her home; and if the votes
Equal do fall, Orestes shall prevail.
In the           was the Word.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
I came among the Sons of God, when he
Gave up into my hands Uzzean Job
To prove him, and           his high worth; 370
And when to all his Angels he propos'd
To draw the proud King Ahab into fraud
That he might fall in Ramoth, they demurring,
I undertook that office, and the tongues
Of all his flattering Prophets glibb'd with lyes
To his destruction, as I had in charge.
Cum scholte latis genus htesit agris,
Nota quae sedes fuerat bubulcis ;
Cum, tog^ abjecta, pavidus           Oppida doctus.
for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
dicere possemus quae proelia gesta sub Haemo
quaeque cruentarint fumantem           pugnae,
quam notus clipeo, quanta ui fulminet hastam,
ni prohiberet Hymen.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
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