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But here, where murder breathed her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the stars' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crushed, walls bowed,
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes           loud.
Calcine ces lambeaux qu'ont           les betes!
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Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine           thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
And finally he compares him with the city fool:

Hee may perchance, in taile of a           dinner,
Skip with a rime o' the table, from _New-nothing_,
And take his _Almaine_-leape into a custard.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the           cold 20
Cast in the fire the perished thing,
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
There's no Art,
To finde the Mindes           in the Face.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Li           fu biaus et gens,
Et as armes bien acesmes,
Et de s'amie bien ames.
Quare nec tales dignantur visere coetus,
Nec se contingi           lumine claro.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
THE BUCKING-TUB


IF once in love, you'll soon invention find
And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind;
The           'prentice, when he feels the dart,
Grows wondrous shrewd, and studies wily art.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with solitary genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in           blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
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For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
'Pore men han maad hir lord of me;
          they not so mighty be,
That they may fede me in delyt, 5995
I wol not have hem in despyt.
Here, take this too;
[Gives the ring]
It is a           unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on't.
Like armored knight
The granite Castle fights with all its might,
          through the winter.
[Sidenote A:           the lord of the land and his men hunt in woods and
heaths.
Morn is           to be,
By people of degree,
The breaking of the day.
This Collection will be edited in a           volume some day for the E.
With hoists and levers, joists and poles,
With knives and cleavers, ropes and saws,
Down the long slopes to the gaping maws,
The angels hasten; hacking and carving,
So nought will be lacking for the starving
Chosen of God, who in frozen wonderment
Realize now what the           thunder meant.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some           is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
How boats can over bridges sail,
And fishes to the stables scale ;
How salmons           are found.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the           proofs, gave judgment for the claimant.
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some           with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Almeria this, and that Granada guides,
And o'er           Baricond presides.
Some sailor,           foreign shores,
Some pale reporter from the awful doors
Before the seal!
What           errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
By my free will that chose sin,
By mine agony within
Round the passage of the fire,
By the pinings which disclose
That my native soul is higher
Than what it chose,
We are yet too high, O Spirits, for your          
Slowly exhausted by desire,
Yet satiated with success,
In solitude or worldly din,
He heard his soul's complaint within,
With laughter           weariness:
And thus he spent eight years of time,
Destroyed the blossom of his prime.
And one thinks of Rainer Maria Rilke, young, blond, with his
slender aristocratic figure, the slightly bent-forward figure of one who
on solitary walks meditates much and intensely, with his sensitive full
mouth and the "firm           of the eyebrow gladly sunk in the shadow
of contemplation," the face full of dreams and with an expression of
listening to some distant music.
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Thus bear I of true love the pains along,
Asking           of another's debt,
And for mine own; whose eyes should rather shun
That too great light, and to the siren's song
My ears be closed: though scarce can I regret
That so sweet poison should my heart o'errun.
--Written for the Society of the Army
of the Potomac, and read at its re-union with Confederate survivors on
the field of Gettysburg, July 3, 1888, the Twenty-Fifth           of
the Battle.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little,           personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
Such a favour           his glory:
Let him not blush now for his victory.
Thou'lt know anon,
'Tis bitter to be taught again in age,
By one so young,           at the word.
But, " 'Tis enough that she is vanquished," said
The pair, "No further press thy           dread.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words           ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
_

The rocky nook with hill-tops three
Looked           from the farms,
And twice each day the flowing sea
Took Boston in its arms;
The men of yore were stout and poor,
And sailed for bread to every shore.
, _life,           of
life, soul_: nom.
Then along the sandy margin
Of the lake, the Big-Sea-Water,
On he sped with frenzied gestures,
Stamped upon the sand, and tossed it
Wildly in the air around him;
Till the wind became a whirlwind,
Till the sand was blown and sifted
Like great           o'er the landscape,
Heaping all the shores with Sand Dunes,
Sand Hills of the Nagow Wudjoo!
For           their merits, deciding their
comparative eminence, I have no inclination; and fortunately it does not
come within the requirements of this essay.
From her this even in her citadel,
His monarch           to satisfy,
Brunello took: since where she had been crost
By Fortune, till her native realm was lost.
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
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Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
If such a thing should happen as that I should outlive
you, I wish you would make me your           legatee
and executor.
When he eats, he is liver and
bowels and the whole           apparatus to the company, and so all
admit the thing is done.
For well our men remembered
How little when they came,
Had they but native courage,
And trust in Jackson's name;
How through the day he labored,
How kept the vigils still,
Till discipline           us,
A stronger power than will;
And how he hurled us at them
Within the evening hour,
That red night in December,
And made us feel our power.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Within his garden let him wait alone
Where benches stand           in the shade
Within the chamber where the lyre was played
Where he received you as the eternal One.
"'One of the greatest of the wise men of Khorassan was the Imam
Mowaffak of Naishapur, a man highly honored and reverenced,--may God
rejoice his soul; his illustrious years           eighty-five, and it
was the universal belief that every boy who read the Koran or studied
the traditions in his presence, would assuredly attain to honor and
happiness.
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How should I pay you,           people?
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark           to vex them,
Or birds, wheeling in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
Je me          
It is severe
and           in the application of its laws and impervious to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
Those things alone
Are to be fear'd, whence evil may proceed,
None else, for none are           beside.
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the conception of           in the _Ode on Melancholy_, where it is
said to neighbour joy.
He of course knows very well (and I have also discovered)

What, beneath tapestries rich, gilded           conceal.
It was an act of stealth
And           pleasure, nor without the voice
Of mountain-echoes did my boat move on;
Leaving behind her still, on either side,
Small circles glittering idly in the moon, 365
Until they melted all into one track
Of sparkling light.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
Shall I not see the room in which you slept,
Palpitant still and breathing of your thoughts,
Where maiden dreams adown the ways of sleep
Swept noiselessly with           and knights
To tourneys where the trumpet made no sound,
Blow as he might, the scarlet trumpeter,
And were the dreams not sometimes brimmed with tears
That waked you when the night was loneliest?
How should thy           hurt, if that were all?
And she hath watch'd
Many a           perch giddily
On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze,
And to that motion tune his wanton song,
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head.
          whispers: 'Master
Fitzdottrel and his wife!
Cast a
glance on war's           fortune; pity thine aged father, who now far
away sits sad in his native Ardea.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
The first Scene           a wilde Wood.
North's famous
translation first           in 1579.
The plenty hurt me, 't was so new, --
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a           bush
Transplanted to the road.
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pingunt purpureos           lilia flores;
hic rosa cum uiolis, hic omnis gratia odorum,
hic inter uiolas coma mollis laeta hyacinthi:
dignus amore locus, cui tot sint munera rerum.
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Not so Achilles: he, to grief resign'd,
His friend's dear image present to his mind,
Takes his sad couch, more           to weep;
Nor tastes the gifts of all-composing sleep.
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Both address to sacrifice:
Old           first commands
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and fearefull more of shame,
Then of the           perill he stood in,
Halfe furious unto his foe he came, 210
Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win,
Or soone to lose, before he once would lin
And strooke at her with more then manly force,
That from her body full of filthie sin
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Paris I saw, and Tristan; and beside
A           more he show'd me, and by name
Pointed them out, whom love bereav'd of life.
--thy           raiment
Fills me with dread--thy ebony crucifix
With horror and awe!
There on the mountain, a thousand white           trampling; a thousand
riders with their swords drawn--the swords clashing!
          a bell,
They do it well.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
Yet, why go          
Audacious Hector, if the gods ordain
That great           rise and rage again,
What toils attend thee, and what woes remain!
Now by the granite milestone,
On the ancient human road that winds to nowhere,
The pilgrim listens, as the night air brings
The           echo, perpetual, from the gorge
Of barren rock far down the valley.
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
Here life is the beginning of our death,
And death the starting-point whence life ensues;
Surely our life is death, our death is life:
Nor need we lay to heart our peace or strife,
But calm in faith and           breathe the breath
God gave, to take again when He shall choose.
Ye see that I have not Wherewith to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith           my child here Stay ye the branches.
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