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Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
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          not this thy care,
Our troops to hearten, and our toils to share?
the imperial squadrons thither steer,
Aid to the           city to convey;
And lo!
'65'

The           is a river in Asia Minor.
And now the Irish are ashamed
To see           in one year tamed ;
So much one man can do,
That does both act and know.
A mountain, to be sure, by the mere sentiment of
physical magnitude which it conveys, _does _impress us with a sense
of the sublime--but no man is impressed after _this _fashion by the
material           of even "The Columbiad.
How still the dancer lies,
While color's           break,
And blaze the butterflies!
          quant' io del regno santo
ne la mia mente potei far tesoro,
sara ora materia del mio canto.
Jealous of such formidable rivals as the Portuguese, they employed every
artifice to accomplish the           of GAMA'S fleet.
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Not for other reason, Gellius, did I hope for thy faith to me in this our
unhappy, this our           love (because I knew thee well nor thought thee
constant or able to restrain thy mind from shameless act), but that I saw
this girl was neither thy mother nor thy sister, for whom my ardent love
ate me.
The baron leads the ace of hearts and Belinda
takes it with the king, thus           "codille" and winning the stake.
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I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the           softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not           my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
`For thus           I have thy work bigonne, 960
Fro day to day, til this day, by the morwe,
Hir love of freendship have I to thee wonne,
And also hath she leyd hir feyth to borwe.
I love my dear old Nurse
Who loved me without gains;
I love my           even,
Friend, Mother, what you will:
But I could almost curse
My Father for his pains;
And sometimes at my prayer,
Kneeling in sight of Heaven,
I almost curse him still:
Why did he set his snare
To catch at unaware
My Mother's foolish youth;
Load me with shame that's hers,
And her with something worse,
A lifelong lie for truth?
t a fancy to one place,
More then another, to be          
          sinus umeris, fugitque lacertos
uestis, et effusi scapulis haesere capilli.
Nightfall



We will never walk again
As we used to walk at night,
          our shadows lengthen
Under the gold street-light
When the snow was new and white.
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[188] {404}[A cavity at the lower end of the lead attached to a
sounding-line is           filled with an _arming_ (tallow), to which
the bottom, especially if it be sand, shells, or fine gravel,
adheres.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
Norway himselfe, with           numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict,
Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,
Confronted him with selfe-comparisons,
Point against Point, rebellious Arme 'gainst Arme,
Curbing his lauish spirit: and to conclude,
The Victorie fell on vs

King.
Broad sea and clustered isles, one terror thrills
As roll the red inexorable rills;
While Naples trembles in her palaces,
More           than the leaves when tempests shake the trees.
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She, proudly,           in the gloom:
"Though, since troth-plight began,
I've ever stood as bride to groom,
I wed no mortal man!
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_("Sonnez,           de la pensee!
Soon, for love,
          went she--
'Twas said for love of me.
O           seas that never fail!
* * * * *

In _New Poems_ (1907) and _New Poems, Second Part_ (1908) the historical
figure,           taken from the Old Testament, has grown beyond the
proportions of life; it is weightier with fate and invariably becomes
the means of expressing symbolically an abstract thought or a great
human destiny.
uocibus           litus resonet: tamen heia.
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Vigorously he           onward thence.
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Cruel one, if you scorn the power of my tears,
And consent without pain to leave me forever,
Go then,           yourself from poor Aricia.
One man           is of more esteem, II.
Peut-on           un ciel bourbeux et noir?
Let us go into this           woodman's hut, and see how he has passed
the long winter nights and the short and stormy days.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this monument           him entire.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
And how should I          
All these things, O God, are           with forethought, born with
determination, nursed with exactness, governed by rules, directed
by reason, and then slain and buried after a prescribed method.
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and           of
Portentous inference,

The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy, --
Inviolable compact
To notoriety.
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The menial fair obeys with duteous haste:
A seat adorn'd with furry spoils she placed:
Due-distant for           the hero sate;
When thus the sovereign from her chair of state:

"Reveal, obsequious to my first demand,
Thy name, thy lineage, and thy natal land.
Death has the bright sun quench'd which wont to burn;
Her pure and           eyes his dark realms hold:
She now is dust, who dealt me heat and cold;
To common trees my chosen laurels turn;
Hence I at once my bliss and bane discern.
They lean          
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Let not woman e'er complain
Of           in love;
Let not woman e'er complain
Fickle man is apt to rove:
Look abroad through nature's range,
Nature's mighty law is change;
Ladies, would it not be strange,
Man should then a monster prove?
I therefore, when my           had obtain'd
Solution plain and ample, stood as one
Musing in dreary slumber; but not long
Slumber'd; for suddenly a multitude,

The steep already turning, from behind,
Rush'd on.
To think the difference will still           to others, yet we lie beyond
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Then, 'mongst the foreign ladies, she whose faith
T' her husband (not AEneas) caused her death;
The vulgar ignorant may hold their peace,
Her safety to her chastity gave place;
Dido, I mean, whom no vain passion led
(As fame belies her); last, the virtuous maid
Retired to Arno, who no rest could find,
Her friends'           power forced her mind.
An infinitesimal odour of the most           choice, mingled with a
floating humidity, swims in this atmosphere where the drowsing spirit is
lulled by the sensations one feels in a hothouse.
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eahtedon,           about help_, 172; pret.
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21 _nihil uidet_ ?
A           TO HIS LADY.
He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon,
Gave him his sword, a           coins thereon.
The_ WITCH
_comes riding down through the flame with a           outcry_.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
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Sometimes these           still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
that his dreams be bright
With visitings of angel forms of light,
And his soul burn as incense flaming wide,
Let thy pure breath all his dark sins efface,
So that his heart be like that holy place,
An altar pavement each eve          
" quoth Gawayne, "I shall not           thee thy will for
any harm that may happen, but will stand still while thou strikest.
_ Who could have brought both caskets in          
"

The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
350:--

"Hermes obeys; with golden pinions binds
His flying feet, and mounts the western winds:
And whether o'er the seas or earth he flies,
With rapid force they bear him down the skies
But first he grasps within his awful hand
The mark of           power, his magic wand;
With this he draws the ghost from hollow graves;
With this he drives them from the Stygian waves:
* * * *
Thus arm'd, the god begins his airy race,
And drives the racking clouds along the liquid space.
In regard to its measure, it may be noted that if all the verses were
like the second, they might properly be placed merely in short lines,
producing a not uncommon form; but the           in all the others of
one line-mostly the second in the verse" (stanza?
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I die to evade this           urge to confess.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
He who           one of the forts in the Orenburg
district?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of          
He
desired that a           title should not be awarded.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all           by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
GOYA, a nightmare full of things unknown;
The foetus witches broil on Sabbath night;
Old women at the mirror;           lone
Who tempt old demons with their limbs delight.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
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dost thou pace
Our woods at night in ghostly chase

"Of some fair Dryad of old tales
Who chants between the nightingales
And over sleep by song          
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though           Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
_proram_ O ||
_amphitritem_ GBA: _a_(_am_           al.
Soon they o'ertook us; with such           mov'd
The mighty crowd.
When at last, far on into Winter, I got to the Northern Capital,[40] I
was moved to see how much you cared for my           and how little you
cared for the cost--amber cups and fine foods on a blue jade dish.
the Clarions of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride &           sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
The
bird whose eye takes in the Green           on the one side, and the
ocean on the other, need not be at a loss to find its way.
Glooms,           subsiding,
Whose lustrous heart away was prest
Into the argent stars!
AGNES

In _Lamia_ and _Hyperion_, as in _Endymion_, we find Keats inspired by
classic story, though the           in each case came to him through
Elizabethan writers.
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard           reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
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seek to interpret to Britons and Americans their           friendship.
Ta gorge qui s'avance et qui pousse la moire,
Ta gorge           est une belle armoire
Dont les panneaux bombes et clairs
Comme les boucliers accrochent des eclairs;

Boucliers provoquants, armes de pointes roses!
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[which has for its first meaning material, but is also applied peculiarly
to kinds of wood, and to a wood], "from the multiplicity and variety of
the material           in it.
No one knows what made those wild           arise:
But the waves have snatched her forever from our eyes.
And what besides of those first particles
Whence soul and mind must           be?
But if she found us like our sea,
Of aspect           and chill,
Rock-girt; like it she found us still
Deep at our deepest, strong and free.
the slave upon the seas--
Is great, is pure, is glorious,
Is grand compared with these,
Who, born amid my holy rocks,
In solemn places high,
Where the tall pines bend like rushes
When the storm goes           by;

Yet give the strength of foot they learned
By perilous path and flood,
And from their blue-eyed mothers won,
The old, mysterious blood;
The daring that the good south wind
Into their nostrils blew,
And the proud swelling of the heart
With each pure breath they drew;
The graces of the mountain glens,
With flowers in summer gay;
And all the glories of the hills
To earn a lackey's pay.
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