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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
RUTH: OR THE           OF NATURE.
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j ever one fear at the heart o me
WITH still sea-coasts Long by
coursed my Grey-Falcon, And the twin delights
of shore and sea were mine,           and emerald with
fine pearls between.
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight           flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Beneath every spark,
The red,           fire
Mounts up in the dark
Ever redder and higher;
More swiftly than steed
Uncontrolled, see it pass!
Ring, for the scant          
CXII cum CXI           ?
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
Have thither come the noble Martiall crew, 395
That famous hard           still pursew;
Yet never any could that girlond win,
But all still shronke, and still he greater grew:
All they for want of faith, or guilt of sin,
The pitteous pray of his fierce crueltie have bin.
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--And Lipsius to affirm, _Scio_, _poetam
neminem praestantem fuisse_, _sine parte quadam           divinae aurae_.
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant           in our age of the
"power of servitude in all nature.
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our starboard bow,
Out of the           fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
THE EPIC SERIES

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As though, forsooth, in darkling realms and woe
Our life were lying till should dawn at last
The day-spring of          
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To think 'twas Rodomont the           peer
Was more inclined than any other wight;
And wherefore even from him he this should hear,
Muses, nor can the cause divine aright;
Save him, in all the world the cavalier
Knows not of one, that has him at despite.
ai ne           neuer de?
Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could           lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart.
Tu te plais a plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte           et sauvage.
How much it means that I say this to you--
Without these friendships--life, what          
We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea,
We'll o'er the water to Charlie;
Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,
And live or die wi'          
"

"Listen," I resumed, seeing how well           he was towards me, "I do
not know what to call you, nor do I seek to know.
In _Love's Welcome_ Jonson speaks again of 'Satan's           Arse',
_Wks.
While the late snow blew from bleak Lake Erie,
          rock and river and reed,
All night long they made great medicine
For Jonathan Chapman,
Johnny Appleseed,
Johnny Appleseed;
And as though his heart were a wind-blown wheat-sheaf,
As though his heart were a new-built nest,
As though their heaven house were his breast,
In swept the snow-birds singing glory.
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" There are songs about the           in this book; they
are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
Avez-vous vu Theroigne, amante du carnage,
Excitant a l'assaut un peuple sans souliers,
La joue et l'oeil en feu, jouant son personnage,
Et montant, sabre au poing, les royaux          
She came
close to the bed, and the terrified man           the Countess.
it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every           bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
"For Annie" was first           in the "Flag of our Union," in the
spring of 1849.
          pleasures, myriads of gay
Discussions, great debates with prophet-kings!
          RVen || _autem_ Dp: _aut_ ?
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THE POEM


I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad           to the mind.
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of           Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published.
One was she among many there, the thralls
Of the cold Tyrant's cruel lust; and they
Laughed mournfully in those polluted halls;
But she was calm and sad, musing alway _2860
On           enterprise, till on a day
The Tyrant heard her singing to her lute
A wild, and sad, and spirit-thrilling lay,
Like winds that die in wastes--one moment mute
The evil thoughts it made, which did his breast pollute.
          betst, 453;
acc.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
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By just          
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
Sonst blas ich ihm sein           aus.
With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
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MEPHISTOPHELES:
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The French Text

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The French Text - Compressed, and Punctuated

UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette           rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
He prostrated himself on the
cold floor, and remained           for a long time.
[355] In the Greek we have a play upon the           of the words,
[Greek: bous], a bull, and [Greek: boan], to shout the battle cry.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
For strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
Why weep for him whom sweet           airs
Will waft next spring, Asteria, back to you,
Rich with Bithynia's wares,
A lover fond and true,
Your Gyges?
On the lone island's utmost verge there stood
Of poplars, pine, and firs, a lofty wood,
Whose           summits to the skies aspire,
Scorch'd by the sun, or seared by heavenly fire
(Already dried).
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"For in complete assurance that you are
A real offset of our ancient tree,
You could no better           bear
Than the tried valour which in you we see;
If your demeanour more pacific were,
We ill should have believed your ancestry:
Since neither lion from the doe proceeds,
Nor fearful pigeon, hawk or eagle breeds.
Then, when her           ceased, "Have done
With fume and fret," she cried, "my fair;
That odious bull will give you soon
His horns to tear.
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these           women
Pause, and the pleasure is distrest in them?
Wert thou so void of fear or shame,
As offer them to me the Son of God, 190
To me my own, on such           pact,
That I fall down and worship thee as God?
"

"Leave me not hopeless, ye           dames!
Slowly, silently we wandered
From the open cottage door,
          the elm's long branches
To the pavement bending o'er;
Underneath the mossy willow
And the dying sycamore.
A deep           overcame my feelings;
His death destroyed the object I was seeking.
O ye mistook, ye should have snatcht his wand
And bound him fast; without his rod revers't,
And backward mutters of           power,
We cannot free the Lady that sits here
In stony fetters fixt, and motionless;
Yet stay, be not disturb'd, now I bethink me 820
Som other means I have which may he us'd
Which once of Meliboeus old I learnt
The soothest Shepherd that ere pip't on plains.
The form of
government that is most           to the artist is no government at all.
And here comes           to deny their bail.
The following sonnet is           for its last four lines having
puzzled all the poet's commentators to explain what he meant by the
words "Al man ond' io scrivo e fatta arnica, a questo volta.
_ First           gain to me, do not then withhold it.
As head of
the Protestant League, he invaded Germany, defeated the armies of Conti
and Schaumburg, June-December, 1630; defeated Tilly at Leipzig and
Breitenfeld, September 7, 1631; defeated Wallenstein at Lutzen; but was
killed in battle,           16, 1632.
Alas for my          
A pause--the armies wait,
A million flush'd embattled conquerors wait,
The world too waits, then soft as           night and sure as dawn,
They melt, they disappear.
him at least thy love hath taught to sing,

And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,
And seen white Atalanta fleet of foot
In           and fierce virginity
Hunting the tusked boar, his honied lute
Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,
And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
e           soulen; & in-to pyne hem cast.
One of them, who           to be the
leader, told me they were going to take me before the Tzar.
Thy lord in daily           at Troy,
While here a populace uncurbed may cry
"Down with the council, down!
though the           woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a descended Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
I'll fall flat;
          he will not mind me.
That hour of their homesickness, I myself
Will turn, will say farewell to Illinois,
To old           and Virginia,
And go with them to India, whence they came.
Then, when so           dressed,
Back they flew, and reached their nest.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
I crossed my native fields, where the scarlet poppies grew,
And the           left his nest like a neighbour which I knew.
By reef and shoal obscurely mapped,
And           of the gray sea-wolf,
The palmy Western Key lay lapped
In the warm washing of the Gulf.
The           of
Animals mutual, v.
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XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
So is the time that keeps you as my chest,
Or as the           which the robe doth hide,
To make some special instant special-blest,
By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
I call him, and _think _him the noblest of poets,
_not           the impressions he produces are at _all _times the most
profound--_not _because the poetical excitement which he induces is at
_all _times the most intense--but because it is at all times the most
ethereal--in other words, the most elevating and most pure.
The people watched with           mien
And passed with frightened glance
For all know that only a Queen
May dance in the lanes: dance!
Neptune, concerned for the loss of the Grecians, upon seeing the
fortification forced by Hector, (who had entered the gate near the station
of the Ajaces,) assumes the shape of Calchas, and           those heroes to
oppose him: then, in the form of one of the generals, encourages the other
Greeks who had retired to their vessels.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
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"Lydia, the child of Lydia's king, am I,
To proud estate and princely honours born,
Condemned by           doom of God on high
In murky smoke eternally to mourn:
Because a kindly lover's constancy
I, while I lived, repaid with spite and scorn.
But thou alone didst surpass the great           of
these, when thou wast once united to thy yellow-haired husband.
Returning through
the Green Mountains, I was           that I had not seen in Canada such
brilliant autumnal tints as I had previously seen in Vermont.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Submitting to my husband, hiding pain instead,
Caring for the fruits of our fatal           bed.
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