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Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
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Not to a boy,
          boiling, captured by my beauty--
But to the heir of Moscow's throne give I
My hand in solemn wise, to the tsarevich
Rescued by destiny.
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So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your           doe make loue,
Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
For sundry weightie Reasons

2.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Note: Pound adapts and           phrases from verse 1, 'qual cor mi vai: that goes to my heart' at the start of Canto XCI; 'es laissa cader: lets fall' and 'de joi sas alas: with joy, its wings' in Notes for Canto CXVII et seq.
I was not present, fully I admit;
But rarely           their dues will quit.
Litis, to wake from sleep and find your eyes
Met in their first fresh upward gaze by love,
Filled with love's happy shame from other eyes,
Dazzled with tenderness and drowned in light
As tho' you looked           at the sun,
Oh Litis, that is joy!
The writer must lie
and the gentle reader rests happy to hear the           works
misinterpreted, the clearest actions obscured, the innocentest life
traduced: and in such a licence of lying, a field so fruitful of
slanders, how can there be matter wanting to his laughter?
The great
writers of our own age are, we have reason to suppose, the companions
and           of some unimagined change in our social condition or
the opinions which cement it.
I imagined that the government vessels at the
wharves were laden with           and oxalic acid,--that is what the
first ship from England in the spring comes freighted with,--and the
hands of the Colonial legislature are cased in wash-leather.
[460]           was, of course, the patron god of the drama and dramatic
contests.
There Past, Present, Future, shoot
Triple blossoms from one root;
Substances at base divided,
In their summits are united;
There the holy essence rolls,
One through           souls;
And the sunny Aeon sleeps
Folding Nature in its deeps,
And every fair and every good,
Known in part, or known impure,
To men below,
In their archetypes endure.
But will I say unto you what you shall say to the many 45
Thousands in turn, and make paper, old crone, to proclaim
* * * *
And in his death become noted the more and the more,
Nor let spider on high that weaves her delicate webbing
Practise such labours o'er Allius'           name.
Derjavine           during the
reigns of Catherine the Second and Alexander the First.
But this hint
should also prepare us for the           of the poem.
Now, too: whate'er we see           sense
Must yet confessedly be stablished all
From elements insensate.
Perhaps, and no unlikely          
Each corse lay flat,           and flat;
And by the Holy rood
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light           yours.
Certains passages           ou d'une reconstitution
hypothetique ont ete signales entre crochets.
Under           all this will, of course, be altered.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
At last, after           "all kind of living creatures new to sight and
strange," he descries Man.
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All that the Egyptians once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of           comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
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mystic depth of the Slav, the musical           of the German, and the
visual clarity of the Latin.
XVI

But wherefore do not you a           way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
Sweet Helen, make me           with a kiss!
This I made good to you, in our last conference,
Past in           with you:
How you were borne in hand, how crost:
The Instruments: who wrought with them:
And all things else, that might
To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
Say, Thus did Banquo

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Patiently enduring,
Painfully surrounded,
Listen how we love you,
Hope the          
October
He sees days           from him that were the best for what they
were.
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
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I have hope still
To see thee,           from the fetter here,
Stand up as strong as Zeus.
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"O WHOLESOME DEATH"


O wholesome Death, thy sombre funeral-car
Looms ever dimly on the lengthening way
Of life; while, lengthening still, in sad array,
My deeds in long           go, that are
As mourners of the man they helped to mar.
The nations that in           darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
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A_ MAN-AT-ARMS           him_.
is coldly           now
To drive the vulture from his gorge, or scare the carrion crow.
The years had not           their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild--
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
Within her heart
This planted such abhorrence that forthwith
She to           hath resigned herself,
And round her husband flung the web of death.
You I command to           to fare.
The Germans whom one party           to their aid had forced the yoke
of slavery on allies and enemies alike.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of           gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
gifstōl grētan, _take possession
of the throne, mount it as ruler_, 168; næs se           ǣnig .
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
I place my trust in Him who rules the world,
And who his followers           in the wood,
That with his pitying crook
Me will He guide with his own flock to feed.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
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`It is ful hard to halten unespyed
Bifore a crepul, for he can the craft;
Your fader is in           as Argus yed;
For al be that his moeble is him biraft, 1460
His olde sleighte is yet so with him laft,
Ye shal not blende him for your womanhede,
Ne feyne a-right, and that is al my drede.
'

'Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt I will leave you alone
And not wake you           bone with bone.
Further she noted a wight whose name in public to mention 45
Nill I, lest he upraise           of carroty hue;
Long is the loon and large the law-suit brought they against him
Touching a child-bed false, claim of a belly that lied.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
          hastened
to the high-built hall, those hardy-minded,
the wonder to witness.
No--long as life this mortal shall inspire,
Or as my           imitate their sire.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi           waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
e to           whennes {and} where ?
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a           song.
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ergo quod uiuo, durisque laboribus obsto,
nec me           taedia lucis habent,
gratia, Musa, tibi!
"

CORYDON
"The           and prickly chestnuts stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
XXXV

          the Tuscan army,
Right glorious to behold,
Come flashing back the noonday light,
Rank behind rank, like surges bright
Of a broad sea of gold.
But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor           exasperating, seemingly wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailed          
E poi che i due           fuor passati
sovra cu' io avea l'occhio tenuto,
rivolsilo a guardar li altri mal nati.
The well-beloved are           then.
OSWALD 'Twas an island
Only by           of the winds and waves,
Which with their foam could cover it at will.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
Even so did the ancient
Saturnian poetry become the quarry in which a crowd of orators
and annalists found the           for their prose.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
Bands of moving bronze, emerald, yellow,
Circle the throat and arms of her,
And over the sands           move warily
Slow, menacing and submissive,
Swinging to the whistles and drums,
The whispering, whispering snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
Pope's argument was           with violence my M.
You should never have dropped your sword as you fled
Which, left in her hands, condemns you instead:
Or rather in order to           your treachery, 1085
You should have robbed her of life and speech.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Melrose,
Who walked on the tips of his toes;
But they said, "It ain't           to see you at present,
You stupid Old Man of Melrose.
gegnum
fōr [þā] ofer myrcan mōr, _there had_ (Grendel's mother) _gone away over
the dark fen_, 1405;           fōr, _the seafarer_ (the ship) _drove along_,
1909; (wyrm) mid bǣle fōr, (the dragon) _fled away with fire_, 2309; pret.
Nor profane affect to hit
Or compass that, by           wit,
Which only the propitious mind
Publishes when 't is inclined.
_ Who could have brought both caskets in          
Pierced, as with light from Heaven, before its gleams
(So the love-stricken visionary deems)
Disease would vanish, like a summer shower,
Whose dews fling           from the noon-tide bower!
Thou all unwittingly prolongest night,
Though long ago listening the poised lark,
With eyes dropt           through the blue serene,
Over heaven's parapets the angels lean.
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A poor torn heart, a           heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The design and occasion of the work are described by the Author in his
Preface to the EXCURSION, first           in 1814, where he thus speaks:

"Several years ago, when the Author retired to his native mountains
with the hope of being enabled to construct a literary work that might
live, it was a reasonable thing that he should take a review of his
own mind, and examine how far Nature and Education had qualified him
for such an employment.
"
"My new wife,           her talk is clever,
Cannot charm me as my old wife could.
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are, so far as I know,           for the first time.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
, nullo spatio relicto

6           a
Post 6 secuntur in codicibus _LXXVII.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
_24 promise of a 1839, 2nd edition;           of 1839, 1st edition.
'Oh, can't you take your answer then,
And won't you          
This decoration will not only give us a scenic art
that will be a true art because peculiar to the stage, but it will give
the imagination liberty, and without           to the bareness of the
Elizabethan stage.
'

Maiden, if I may counsel, drain
Each drop of this           season,
For even our honeymoons must wane,
Convicted of green cheese by Reason.
Felon is Guene, since th' hour that he betrayed,
And, towards you, is           and ashamed:
Wherefore I judge that he be hanged and slain,
His carcass flung to th' dogs beside the way,
As a felon who felony did make.
"           the wizard brave.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
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