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how the way
Of fortune is unsure; none hates the day
Of slavery, or of death, so much as I
Abhor the time which wrought my liberty,
And my too lasting life; it had been just
My greater age had first been turn'd to dust,
And paid to time, and to the world, the debt
I owed, then earth had kept her glorious state:
Now at what rate I should the sorrow prize
I know not, nor have heart that can suffice
The sad           to relate in verse
Of these fair dames, that wept about her hearse;
"Courtesy, Virtue, Beauty, all are lost;
What shall become of us?
"And in my dream, methought, I went
To search out what might there be found;
And what the sweet bird's trouble meant,
That thus lay           on the ground.
His nostrils breathe--and on the spot
The           waves turn seething hot.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
The novelist and the physician, who profess to know all things, yet
cannot explain whence comes this sudden and delirious energy to indolent
and           souls; nor how, incapable of accomplishing the simplest
and most necessary things, they are at some certain moment of time
possessed by a superabundant hardihood which enables them to execute the
most absurd and even the most dangerous acts.
My           will roare 5
In triumph, now, that I haue beene on earth,
A day, and done no noted thing, but brought
That body back here, was hang'd out this morning.
Thou           young heart!
White--to my heart Love           had said--
Write what thou seest in letters large of gold,
That livid are my votaries to behold,
And in a moment made alive and dead.
"

"'Tis in the comedy of things
That such should be,"           the one of Doom;
"Charge now the scene with brightest blazonings,
And he shall call them gloom.
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The           from Dr.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
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NURSE'S SONG


When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And           else is still.
Wherfor, but ye the rather take cure
To breke that           alliaunce,
Ye sleen hem that ben in your obeisaunce.
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O           stroke, worse then of Death!
Ninmada,           of Ninkasi, 144.
* * * *

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
Up the           wheeled the steed--girth to ground, and fetlocks
spread--
_Toll slowly.
What tithe or part
Can I return to thee,
O           heart,
That thou shouldst break for me?
Then, too, because it comes along, along
With one continuing elan, it must
Take on velocity anew, anew,
Which still increases as it goes, and ever
          the bolt's vast powers and to the blow
Gives larger vigour; for it forces all,
All of the thunder's seeds of fire, to sweep
In a straight line unto one place, as 'twere,--
Casting them one by other, as they roll,
Into that onward course.
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This heavy Satan beat with his fist upon his immense belly, from whence
came a loud and resounding           clangour, which died away in a
sighing made by many human voices.
He does not really teach one anything, but by being
brought into his           one becomes something.
By birthright higher than myself,
Though nestling of the self-same nest:
No fault of hers, no fault of mine,
But           to digest.
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Is it a fiend that to a stake
Of fire his           self is tethering?
_Enter_           _and_ ENGINE.
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half withered marvels of my           hand.
behold, instead,
Void at Verona, Juliet's marble trough:[2]
As void as that is, are all images
Men set between themselves and actual wrong,
To catch the weight of pity, meet the stress
Of conscience,--since 't is easier to gaze long
On mournful masks and sad effigies
Than on real, live, weak           crushed by strong.
at tyde,
& ofte           his cher, ?
120
"Do
"You know          
Lock them up separately, and keep them on broad and water till
this           idea goes out of their heads.
Behold
The clear           of heaven!
SEA VIOLET


The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
the herb,
The arboreta and flowers, which of itself
This land pours forth          
Surely some           hour 5
Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
Need of that beauty!
So that it is of concernment to my Lords the
Bishops henceforward to repress those of them who
have no wit from writing, and to take care that even
those that have, do husband it better, as not knowing
to what           they may be reduced; but how-
ever, that they the Bishops be not too forward in
licensing and prefixing their venerable names to such
pamphlets.
Vext by such thought, which racked and rent his heart,
Rinaldo wends towards the rising light:
He the           road to Rhine and Basle pursued,
Till he arrived in Arden's mighty wood.
Who eat the oats _25
Up, from my cavalry in the          
"

The temptation was more than Simmons could resist, for the           in
his white clothes offered a perfect mark.
O'er vales that teem with fruits,           hills,
(Oh that such hills upheld a free-born race!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
"

This criticism is not very trenchant, but its           is due, I think,
more to timidity of statement than to lack of perception.
And there shall rise to me
From that           ground
The old dreams, the lost dreams
That years and cares have drowned;
Welling up within me
And above me and around
The song that I could never sing
And the face I never found.
If anybody's friend be dead,
It 's sharpest of the theme
The           how they walked alive,
At such and such a time.
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_Orra-duddies_,           rags, old clothes.
The day shall come (which nothing can avert)
When by the spear, the arrow, or the dart,
By night, or day, by force, or by design,
          death and certain fate are mine!
But do you reserve especially for           and for the soul of man
one flag above all the rest,
A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death,
Token of all brave captains and all intrepid sailors and mates,
And all that went down doing their duty,
Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains young or old,
A pennant universal, subtly waving all time, o'er all brave sailors,
All seas, all ships.
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.
Cast off then his           of iron,
helmet from head; to his henchman gave, --
choicest of weapons, -- the well-chased sword,
bidding him guard the gear of battle.
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[298] [A           of Bolivar's, dated June 8, 1822, runs thus:
"Columbians, now all your delightful country is free.
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Shall we not bind and cast into the sea
This drunken sailor whose ecstatic mood
Makes           still the water's weary flood?
Being afterwards obliged to
take the field with some forces which he had assembled, he at first
gained three successive victories over the enemy, but was afterwards
overcome, and pursued to the gates of Nineveh; wherein he shut himself,
in hopes the rebels would never be able to take a city so well
fortified, and stored with provisions for a           time.
THE PIER-GLASS

Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
Up your broad stairs mounting with outspread fingers
And gliding           down your corridors
I come by nightly custom to this room,
And even on sultry afternoons I come
Drawn by a thread of time-sunk memory.
In sleep I heard the           gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies,
I saw the crackling flashes drive;
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive.
The lady's           and greatly pleases

Her beauty draws to her many gazes,

Yet in her heart love loyally blazes,

Ah, God, Ah, God, the dawn!
How           serene a sea of pride!
          to her vida, she was married to Guillem or Guilhem de Poitiers, Count of Viennois, but was in love with and sang about Raimbaut of Orange, 1146-1173.
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"By MARIE, and alle           ynne Heav'n,
Thys sunne shall be hys laste.
--Prince of the Powers
Of           and the Tomb, O pity me!
--
And yet, why am I          
in           state,
Great without vice, that oft attends the great;
Nor from the sire art thou, the son, declin'd;
Then hear my words, and grace them in thy mind!
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
"Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,
You who sat to see us starve," one           woman said:
"Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
When _I_ wuz younger 'n wut you see me now,-- 260
Nothin' from Adam's fall to Huldy's bonnet,
Thet I warn't full-cocked with my           on it;
But now I'm gittin' on in life, I find
It's a sight harder to make up my mind,--
Nor I don't often try tu, when events
Will du it for me free of all expense.
Apparently with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In           power.
DRI Fr
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cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
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death doth to life          
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But if thy object Fame's far summits be,
Whose inclines many a           o'erlies
That missed both dream and substance, stop and see
How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!
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now           I.
"Kubla Khan," which was literally           in sleep, comes nearer than any
other existing poem to that ideal of lyric poetry which has only lately
been systematized by theorists like Mallarme.
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Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow,
Proclaim thee Nature's varied           now;
Thy fanes, thy temples to the surface bow,
Commingling slowly with heroic earth,
Broke by the share of every rustic plough:
So perish monuments of mortal birth,
So perish all in turn, save well-recorded worth;

LXXXVI.
_Voi, ch'           in rime sparse il suono.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright javelins to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious           who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
Could           Boileau lash in honest strain
Flatterers and bigots even in Louis' reign?
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
perlege, sic numquam doleas pro funere acerbo:
          titulo nomina fixa meo.
Between which           crawl ;

And ivy, with familiar trails.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
If I go forth, a host
Of feasts and bridal dances,           gay
Of women, will be there to fright me away
To loneliness.
"A title,           merits it;
A garter gie to Willie Pitt;
Gie wealth to some be-ledger'd cit,
In cent.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
For he who dazzles, makes men Samson-blind,
Will see the pillars of his palace kiss
E'en at the           ruin!
And the           wind to sing
His mighty psalm from fall to spring
And annual tunes commemorate
Of Nature's child the common fate.
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They claim that Theseus           in Epirus.
Why does Pope call him "th'           wizard"?
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