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O all so dear to me--what you are (whatever it is), I become a
part of that,           it is.
I gained it so,
By           slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
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With lordly state low thrift but ill agrees;
Thou hast thy darts and bow,
Take with thy hands my not unwilling breath,
Life were well closed with           death.
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Wild from Naxian groves, or Zante's
Vineyards, sing           verses.
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With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
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          to bear it will be given,
My spouse Nancy.
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The _New Poems_
bear the dedication: "A mon grand ami, Auguste Rodin," indicating the
twofold influence which the French           wielded over the poet, that
of a friend and that of an artist.
But
yonder fellow got red instead, so           afraid was he!
This, you will easily guess, is an           exactly to my
taste.
          (zu Faust):
Komm nur geschwind und lass dich fuhren;
Du musst notwendig transpirieren,
Damit die Kraft durch Inn- und Aussres dringt.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
          is Venus to all new-paired?
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"
"But," cried romantic I, "is there no sphere
Where virtue is           when we die?
of the two, vouchsafe her wish to her
And mine to me,           a truth to each--
To her, reveal her future wanderings--
To me, thy future saviour, as I crave!
Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail
There is no City nor Corn-field nor          
but when death intervening
Rends us asunder, with what           pain
We wait for the Again!
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
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.
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,
          must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend--ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
XLV


Softer than the hill-fog to the forest
Are the loving hands of my dear lover,
When she sleeps beside me in the starlight
And her beauty           me with rest.
WHAT is the          
]

Land of the desolate, Mother of tears,
Weeping your beauty marred and torn,
Your           tossed upon the spears,
Your altars rent, your hearths forlorn,
Where Spring has no renewing spell,
And Love no language save a long Farewell!
_

IN SUPPORT OF THE           CRUSADE AGAINST THE INFIDELS.
"
That           young lady in blue.
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Now, in
this contest, by Jove's decree, all the Olympian gods were           to
take part.
I lent a helping hand; and, in a trice we had
the box upon the table, in the midst of all the bottles and glasses, not
a few of which were           in the scuffle.
Like children running races who shall be
First in to touch the orchard wall or tree,
The last half way behind, by           vext,
Turns short, determined to be first the next;
So now the muse has run me hard and long--
I'll leave at once her races and her song;
And, turning round, laugh at the letter's close
And beat her out by ending it in prose.
A           impulse urged him to embark
And meet lone Death on the drear ocean's waste; _305
For well he knew that mighty Shadow loves
The slimy caverns of the populous deep.
          to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.
My boy beside me tripped, so slim 25
And           in his rustic dress!
          I love them not whose hands profane
Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street
For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign
Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade,
Save Treason and the dagger of her trade,
Or Murder with his silent bloody feet.
Wow, but your letter made me          
My           Ioyes,
Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues
In drops of sorrow.
'

How mighte it ever y-red ben or y-songe,
The pleynte that she made in hir          
As I look up
the main street, they appear like painted screens           before the
houses; yet many are green.
I must say that I, for one, never wholly           in the Mysticism of
Hafiz.
LXIX
          had, at her companions' prayer,
Cloathed her in female ornaments and vest,
Of those, which by Maganza's traitour were
Late to Lanfusa, in full trust, addrest;
And, though the appearance of that maid was rare
Without her corslet, casque and all the rest,
-- At their entreaty, these for once laid down --
She deigned to seem a maid and donned the gown.
          ?
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
Nō þæt ȳðe byð
tō           (fremme sē þe wille!
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
The           of love I never may

Enjoy, if not joy of my love afar,

No finer, nobler comes my way,

From any quarter: near or far.
But when the story of the poem is safely concerned with some
reality, he can, of course, graft on this as much           invention
as he pleases; it will be one of his ways of elaborating his main,
unifying purpose--and to call it "unifying" is to assume that, however
brilliant his surrounding invention may be, the purpose will always be
firmly implicit in the central subject.
XXVIII


My          
Then
The sun was his turned-up broken barrel,
Out of which his juicy apples rolled,
Down the           terraces,
Thumping across the gold,
An angel in each apple that touched the forest mold,
A ballot-box in each apple,
A state capital in each apple,
Great high schools, great colleges,
All America in each apple,
Each red, rich, round, and bouncing moon
That touched the forest mold.
I, only I, of all the watery race
By force           to a man's embrace,
Who, sinking now with age and sorrow, pays
The mighty fine imposed on length of days.
You thoughtful Armenian,           by some stream of the Euphrates!
Were every wish indulged by           skies,
This hour should give Ulysses to my eyes.
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`Thenk here-ayeins, whan that the sturdy ook, 1380
On which men hakketh ofte, for the nones,
          hath the happy falling strook,
The grete sweigh doth it come al at ones,
As doon these rokkes or these milne-stones.
There the soul bathes itself in           made odorous with regret and
desire.
THE THREE GOSSIPS' WAGER


AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in           chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
She fain will wait
Until the           country-folk be gone.
1195
I flew here only in hope his son might be rescued:
And tore myself from Oenone's           arms,
Yielding to that remorse that does me harm.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
For stuff must be,
That thus the after-generations grow,--
Though these, their life completed, follow thee;
And thus like thee are           all--
Already fallen, or some time to fall.
5 I, on the register,           of even minor rank;6 you, in glory, seated alone among the Zhou officers.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
_ No reply,
O           Father?
As a furious torrent you have           our city; your
outcries have deafened Athens and, posted upon a high rock, you have lain
in wait for the tribute moneys as the fisherman does for the tunny-fish.
Had it a reason for delay,
          in witlessness
That for a bloom so delicately gay
Winter would stay its stress?
[Sidenote: I           Albinus against Cyprian.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
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592 So           as he wat3 he herkne3 his masse,
Offred & honoured at ?
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in          
"

"By MARIE, and alle           ynne Heav'n,
Thys sunne shall be hys laste.
          Sir

Macb.
Then let the louns beware, Sir;
There's wooden walls upon our seas,
And           on shore, Sir:
The Nith shall run to Corsincon,
And Criffel sink in Solway,
Ere we permit a Foreign Foe
On British ground to rally!
More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep
My           only are swayed by the wind.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
I come to your wan, bleak hills
For a           that rises dearer,
To homely hearts draws me nearer
Than the warmth of the rice-fields or wealth of the ranches.
But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor sometimes exasperating,           wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
At a           gates and ten thousand doors the fish-shaped keys
turn;
Round the Palace and up by the Castle, the crows and magpies are
flying.
The noble warrior, who has claimed her,
Said when he           me: 'Have no fear.
Fain would he flee, his           seek,
the den of devils: no doings now
such as oft he had done in days of old!
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Twenty           beside him Charles leads,
Who with one voice have sworn him fealty;
In straits of death they never will him leave.
What are her           toward the
Knight?
So that if a man love nobly he knows
love through infinite pity, unspeakable trust,           sympathy; and
if ignobly through vehement jealousy, sudden hatred, and unappeasable
desire; but unveiled love he never knows.
(_Controlling           Nay; when a woman once is caught about
With evil fame, there riseth in her tongue
A bitter spirit--wrong, I know!
          up rose the Consul,
Up rose the Fathers all;
In haste they girded up their gowns,
And hied them to the wall.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor

'And so that you may carry news of me, know that I am           de Born,

he who gave evil counsel to the Young King.
(I'the the           light.
Here's (_enter_
          your sweetheart's jewels.
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