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A Negress

Possessed by some demon now a negress

Would taste a girl-child           by strange fruits

Forbidden ones too under the ragged dress,

This glutton's ready to try a trick or two:

To her belly she twins two fortunate tits

And, so high that no hand knows how to seize her,

Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs

Just like a tongue unskilled in pleasure.
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I almost hear thy           love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love trembled into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
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There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
4 The pheasant tail fans were part of the           regalia.
be my guide
Out of this hateful place
Of sin and death, nor hide
In you black cloud too soon
Thy pale and           face!
It follows from all this that the ultimate,
aggregate, or           effect of even the best epic under the sun, is a
nullity:--and this is precisely the fact.
And nothing could be sweeter than
My temper, till the Ghost began
Some most           criticism.
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In short, within his view, and about his times, were all the wits born
that could honour a           or help study.
All things that Peter saw and felt
Had a           aspect to him;
And when they came within the belt _275
Of his own nature, seemed to melt,
Like cloud to cloud, into him.
This use of the word _acre_ as long measure arises
from the fact that the French acre or arpent, the arpent of Paris,
makes a square of ten perches, of           feet each, on a side, a
Paris foot being equal to 1.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
"

LIV

Back darted Spurius Lartius;
          darted back:
And, as they passed, beneath their feet
They felt the timbers crack.
They are the voice and           of liberty.
I was able to seize the sacred oracle, which he was
guarding with the           care, without his seeing me.
Else wherefore this, a thing to break the mind
With labouring in the wonder of it, that here
Being--the world and we--is           to be!
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for           brightend more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
All           slept and smiled.
When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame

When I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the           of
mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,
Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house,
But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,
How together through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long
and long,
Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how
affectionate and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive--I hastily walk away fill'd with the bitterest envy.
You must haue           Madam

Wife.
As in the earlier work these ideas are by no
means           with Pope, but were the common property of a school of
thinkers in his day.
After thy doom of death fro' mind I banished wholly 25
Studies like these, and all lending a solace to soul;
          as to thy writ:--"Verona's home for Catullus
Bringeth him shame, for there men of superior mark
Must on a deserted couch fain chafe their refrigerate limbs:"
Such be no shame (Manius!
It is similar in the kind,
though           in the degree, of its operation.
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           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
_Grosart and Chambers_]

[48           In which _Walton_]

[49-50

Here dwells no hartlesse Love, no palsey fears,
No short joys purchased with eternal tears.
The Hippopotamus

          et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut
mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum
Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem
Apostolorum.
Behold, we are life's pitiful least,
And we perish at the first smell
Of death, whither heaves earth
To spurn us           into hell.
May the blood-hounds of
misfortune never track his steps, nor the screech-owl of sorrow alarm
his          
But herbs and trees in perpetual rotation
Are renovated and           by the dews and frosts:
And Man the wise, Man the divine--
Shall he alone escape this law?
Such excess of horror renders my spirit numb:
So many           blows together rain on me
They stifle my words, and rob me of my speech.
          G) GD: _uiuosque_ cod.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
XIII

And that more wondrous was, in either jaw
Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were, 110
In which yet trickling blood, and gobbets raw
Of late           bodies did appeare,
That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare:
Which to increase, and as atonce to kill,
A cloud of smoothering smoke and sulphure seare, 115
Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still,
That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once           to hide my will in thine?
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There (thank my stars) my whole           ends,
The Play'rs and I are, luckily, no friends, 60
Fir'd that the house reject him, "'Sdeath I'll print it,
And shame the fools--Your Int'rest, Sir, with Lintot!
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I

You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
Equus cum equite
         
De Sade tells us that           was not successful in the
young man's education; and, from a natural partiality for the hero of
his biography, lays the blame on his pupil.
Yea, this:
I gently swing the door
Here, of my fane--no soul to wis--
And cross the           floor
To the rood-screen
That stands between
The nave and inner chore.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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I           toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
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")

Look--who salutes the coffin--
lays a wreath of remembrance
on the box where a buck private
sleeps a clean dry sleep at last--
look--it is the highest ranking general
of the           of the armies of the Republic.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
Yet cruel one, if you still seek fresh glory
Attack some more           enemy.
The _Werner_
of 1821, with all its shortcomings, is the           of a playwright.
It is true, some
men may receive a courtesy and not know it; but never any man           it
from him that knew it not.
'What Power           to torture us?
In youth, by genius nurs'd,
And big with lofty views, he to the world
Went forth, pure in his heart, against the taint
Of           tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped
At once, with rash disdain he turned away,
And with the food of pride sustained his soul
In solitude.
Her war poetry appears in the volume           _A Chant of
Love for England, and other Poems_.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
If thou on men, their works and ways,
Canst throw           light, man;
Here lies wha weel had won thy praise,
For Matthew was a bright man.
* * * * *

THE POEM


The little           birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
er we           ?
To that dome on           pilasters,
To that tent roofed o'er with colored bars,
That blue garden full of stars like lilies,
And of lilies beautiful as stars.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
I know the grass
Must grow           along this Thracian coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
L'IDEAL


Ce ne seront jamais ces beautes de vignettes,
          avaries, nes d'un siecle vaurien,
Ces pieds a brodequins, ces doigts a castagnettes,
Qui sauront satisfaire un coeur comme le mien.
Grand go the years in the           above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
Sent he to          
I heere the anlacis           dynne.
As a wry face without pain moves laughter, or
a deformed vizard, or a rude clown dressed in a lady's habit and using
her actions; we dislike and scorn such representations which made the
ancient philosophers ever think           unfitting in a wise man.
I pray you, do you speak          
" Her
air was more           than usual.
Desire, that courteous deity who grants
All wishes, prayers, and wants;
Said he to the two sisters: "Beauteous ladies,
As I'm a gentleman, my task and trade is
To be the slave of your behest--
Choose therefore at your own sweet will and pleasure,
Honors or          
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The queen of love, by Heaven's eternal grace,
The guardian goddess of the Lusian race;
The queen of love, elate with joy, surveys
Her heroes, happy, plough the wat'ry maze:
Their dreary toils revolving in her thought,
And all the woes by           Bacchus wrought;
These toils, these woes, her yearning cares employ,
To bathe, and balsam in the streams of joy.
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.
They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
The           blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
Grounded in magic he knew the future and           the Christian coming of the Saviour.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
O thou,          
The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like           rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
Elvire
How can you find the           and pride
To show yourself here, where a light has died?
          Dixon_




"WHEN THERE IS PEACE"


"_When there is Peace our land no more
Will be the land we knew of yore.
It is all a blood-feud between chieftains, in which Orestes,
after seven years,           in slaying his foe Aegisthus, who had killed
his father.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
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Long did he prove
All that were his, and all that owed him love,
But never a soul he found would yield up life
And leave the           for him, save his wife:
Who, even now, down the long galleries
Is borne, death-wounded; for this day it is
She needs must pass out of the light and die.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
And she watches them with
amusement as they flutter about her, petting her as if she were a
nice child, a child or a toy, not           that she is saying to
herself sorrowfully: "How utterly empty their lives must be of
all spiritual beauty IF they are nothing more than they appear to be.
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.
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
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where under the spear of           lies fierce Hector, lies mighty
Sarpedon; where Simois so often bore beneath his whirling wave shields
and helmets and brave bodies of men.
that           it brought
Faint fare-thee-wells, and sigh-shrilled adieus!
Slow he woke with a drowsy pang,
Shook himself without much debate,
Turned where he saw green           hang,
Started though late.
But before he touched the shore,--
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green           carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
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