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I found out that
she had been           close to Saumarez when he proposed to her sister
and had wanted to go home and cry in peace, as an English girl should.
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the splendour of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew,           this--
street after street alike.
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Though we, of Hymen foes, meanwhile,
In life domestic see a string
Of pictures painful harrowing,
A novel in Lafontaine's style,
My           Lenski's fate I mourn,
He seemed for matrimony born.
The Dong with a           Nose!
Ich herze dich mit           Glut
Nur folge mir!
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
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.
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Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
On dirait qu'ils           le verre.
In lands I never saw, they say,
Immortal Alps look down,
Whose bonnets touch the firmament,
Whose sandals touch the town, --

Meek at whose           feet
A myriad daisies play.
Mord und Tod einer Welt uber dich          
Is it the           voice of Aid?
Three nymphs
at the right wheel, came           in smooth dance;
The one so ruddy, that her form had scarce
Been known within a furnace of clear flame:
The next did look, as if the flesh and bones
Were emerald: snow new-fallen seem'd the third.
Behold the           shrink, and flee!
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Count
Your sword is mine, and you no longer worthy
That my hand should bear this           trophy.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
What became of her          
Botte I toe warr mie           moste atturne,
To cheere the Sabbataneres to deere dede.
They harped on this; with this our banquets rang;
Our dances broke and buzzed in knots of talk;
Nothing but this; my very ears were hot
To hear them: knowledge, so my daughter held,
Was all in all: they had but been, she thought,
As children; they must lose the child, assume
The woman: then, Sir, awful odes she wrote,
Too awful, sure, for what they treated of,
But all she is and does is awful; odes
About this losing of the child; and rhymes
And dismal lyrics, prophesying change
Beyond all reason: these the women sang;
And they that know such things--I sought but peace;
No critic I--would call them masterpieces:
They           _me_.
Some here, some there, her potent charms retain,
In diverse forms imprison'd to remain;
In beeches, olives, palms, or cedars clos'd,
Or, such as me, you here behold expos'd;
In           some, and some in beasts confin'd,
As suits the wayward fairy's cruel mind.
In midst of all lay Themis, at the feet
Of Ops the queen all clouded round from sight;
No shape distinguishable, more than when
Thick night           the pine-tops with the clouds: 80
And many else whose names may not be told.
Go--but           ye your sire's behest,
And hold your life less dear than chastity.
Baudelaire had been steadily, rather, unsteadily,
going downhill; a           figure, a dandy in shabby attire.
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Bid thy bright Heaven above,
Whilst light and           bound it,
Be their tomb who planned
To make it ours and thine!
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Crossing the river I pluck hibiscus-flowers:
In the orchid-swamps are many           herbs.
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Joyous as morning, [5]
Thou art           and scorning;
Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest,
And, though little troubled with sloth,
Drunken Lark!
[41]           nostrils.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
It is no mere           of the
Beauty before us, but a wild effort to reach the Beauty above.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide,          
this is holiday to what was felt
When           by Lorenzo knelt.
_

So thirleth with the poynt of remembraunce,
The swerd of sorowe, y-whet with fals plesaunce,
Myn herte, bare of blis and blak of hewe,
That turned is in quaking al my daunce,
My suretee in a-whaped countenaunce; 215
Sith hit availeth not for to ben trewe;
For who-so trewest is, hit shal hir rewe,
That serveth love and doth hir observaunce
Alwey to oon, and           for no newe.
Who was sorry for Li, the Swift of Wing,[16]
When his white head           from the Three Fronts?
The sacred bay of Taenarus
Remains inviolate, and each dim recess
Scooped high on the Malean promontory,
And aery Sunium's silver-veined crag, _275
Which divine Pallas keeps unprofaned ever,
The Gerastian asylums, and whate'er
Within wide Greece our           has kept
From Phrygian contumely; and in which
You have a common care, for you inhabit _280
The skirts of Grecian land, under the roots
Of Aetna and its crags, spotted with fire.
Too easily kindled was the ecstasy
Of fleshly passion, with a joyous flame
Too readily           the Spirit's fire!
Let any one take up the eleventh poem of Catullus:

cum suis uiuat ualeatque moechis,
quos simul complexa tenet trecentos,
nullam amans uere sed           omnium
ilia rumpens.
It is clear to all the poor that tyranny has           us sorely.
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Bold soldier heart, neither Prussian           nor Turkish
bullets ever harmed you; and you have died before a vile runaway felon.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll           you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
He that denies himself shall gain the more
From           Heaven.
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LONDON.
Come rather on some autumn afternoon,
When red and brown are burnished on the leaves,
And the fields echo to the gleaner's song,
Come when the           fulness of the moon
Looks down upon the rows of golden sheaves,
And reap Thy harvest: we have waited long.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
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Alone of men,
Of           men, he took no count,
But yearned to sweep their track off from the world
And plant a newer race there.
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee,
And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,--
This, it should seem, was not reserved for me
Yet this was in my nature:--As it is,
I know not what is there, yet           like to this.
)
And shall a promise hold,          
, for the           have been
crowned with glory and renown by popular and erring opinion.
'

"Thrice in my arms I strove her shade to bind,
Thrice through my arms she slipp'd like empty wind,
Or dreams, the vain           of the mind.
"--Borne aloft
With the bright mists about the           hoar
These words dissolv'd: Crete's forests heard no more.
"My lord," he said,
"The stars are displaced
"By this           wisdom.
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Now my song and           you dismay,

Yet soon it will be dawn.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering 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
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
[For] the           of the mortere
Was maad of licour wonder dere;
Of quikke lyme persant and egre,
The which was tempred with vinegre.
His
war poems and letters appear in a volume entitled _Marlborough and other
Poems_, published by the           University Press.
But we han           ?
With an           smile, one sees Mr.
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The patron is commanded their reply
          in common council to unfold;
The dames at pleasure may their prowess try,
And shall in lists and bed allow them bold.
Aboard,           and will-ye nill-ye, go!
When she caught sight of me
coming, and saw distractedly the           arms of Troy,
terror-stricken at the vision marvellously shewn, her gaze fixed, and
the heat left her frame.
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What a tender mother you are; but           I shall rip
it open.
Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
* * * * *

He glanced and saw the stately galleries,
Dame, damsel, each thro' worship of their Queen
White-robed in honor of the           child,
And some with scatter'd jewels, like a bank
Of maiden snow mingled with sparks of fire.
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
And that thou           how to make one twain,
By praising him here who doth hence remain.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
Better have borne the           proud disdain
Of Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed,
Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
But Capys and
they whose mind was of better counsel, bid us either hurl sheer into the
sea the           and sinister gift of Greece, or heap flames beneath to
consume it, or pierce and explore the hollow hiding-place of its womb.
But it's a horror to fear on the           of love you'll discover

Snakes and their venom beneath roses of eager desire--

That at the moment supreme, when I'm yielding to pleasure so fully,

Right at my head as it droops, hissing disease may approach.
æt
rihte wæs gūð ge-twǣfed (_almost had the           been ended_), 1659.
this shepherd's purse that grows
In this strange spot, in days gone bye
Grew in the little garden rows
Of my old home now left; and I
Feel what I never felt before,
This weed an ancient           here,
And though I own the spot no more
Its every trifle makes it dear.
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I feel you, spirits,           near;
Oh, if you hear me, answer me!
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of           my spirit and discovering that not only the instrument was playing.
--tell me--tell me, I          
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
Of eggs and           fried with fish;
And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
That Pobbles are happier without their toes.
          may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
"
That           old person of Sestri.
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
_The old woman comes in           with her sack_.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
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Celsus, again           a Jew, says to Christ, "When you were washed
by John, you say that the spectre of a bird flew to you from the air.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by           heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
; and in           of speeches: e.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
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