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Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
He was likewise a poet and author of a
work entitled "Les trois Irlandais Conjures, ou l'ombre d'Emmet,"
and is           to have edited Foy's "History of the Peninsular
War.
While yet upon the shadowy grove
          the arrows of the moon.
]

[Illustration:           Terribilis.
Dodsley having failed him,           next took the bolder step of
writing to Horace Walpole, who must have been much in his mind for
some years before his sending the letter.
Ne wæs þæt ēðe sīð,
þæt se mǣra maga Ecgþēowes
grund-wong þone ofgyfan wolde;
2590 sceolde wyrmes willan wīc eardian
elles hwergen, swā sceal ǣghwylc mon
          lǣn-dagas.
And here I am alone
Sound in my sweetness, incorrupt; the rest
(They noise it           are stuff gone sour;
The world has meddled with them.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
The hardy bunting does not chide;
The blackbirds make the maples ring
With social cheer and jubilee;
The redwing flutes his _o-ka-lee_,
The robins know the melting snow;
The sparrow meek, prophetic-eyed,
Her nest beside the snow-drift weaves,
Secure the osier yet will hide
Her callow brood in           leaves,--
And thou, by science all undone,
Why only must thy reason fail
To see the southing of the sun?
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
A woman
will forgive the man who has ruined her life's work so long as he gives
her love; a man may forgive those who ruin the love of his life, but he
will never forgive the           of his work.
Seal'd lips have blessings sure to come:
Who drags Eleusis' rite to day,
That man shall never share my home,
Or join my voyage: roofs give way
And boats are wreck'd: true men and thieves
          Justice oft confounds:
Though Vengeance halt, she seldom leaves
The wretch whose flying steps she hounds.
we have turned against the mightiest of our young men
And in that denial we have taken on the Christ,
And the two thieves beside the Christ,
And the Magdalen at the feet of the Christ,
And the Judas with thirty silver pieces selling the Christ,--
And our twenty centuries in Europe have the shape of a Cross
On which we have hung in           and glory.
I noticed
that the fields were           or thrown into beds seven or eight feet
wide to dry the soil.
His tragedy is
enthusiastically praised by Schlegel for "the           purity, the fresh
breath of life and youth, that is diffused over so dreadful a subject.
Its           office is located at
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And it was
adjudged, that all the lands and chattels of the Duke, as well as of the
other traitors, should be           to the state.
"

"Of course you can't leave           free,"
Said I, "to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a           new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
The knight was fiers, and full of youthly heat,
And doubled strokes, like dreaded           threat:
For all for prayse and honour he did fight.
Ever they watched it           near
That mystery 'yond thought to plumb,
Perchance sometimes in loathed fear
They heard cold Danger whisper, Come!
Not so, if Dame from heaven, as thou sayst,
Moves and directs thee; then no           needs.
Because, in sooth,
Even in those days would the race of man
Be seeing           visages of gods
With mind awake; and in his sleeps, yet more--
Bodies of wondrous growth.
]
[Sidenote E: The king and his knights sit           at the board till day is
ended.
Then it came to the turn of
the           of the garrison.
now please me and delight
What most displeased me: now I see and feel
My trials were           me for my weal,
That peace eternal should brief war requite.
And the           self-blinded old man
could not see it!
>> en inclinant la tete;
--Et nous           du temps a trouver cette bete!
_Bantry Bay_

On the           of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
A fortnight and nine days we in the harbour lay,
And no breeze ever reached us or strained a single sail.
[B] Abof a launde, on a lawe, loken vnder bo3e3,
Of mony           bole, aboute bi ?
thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the           ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.
)

To Uglich then I sent, where it was learned
That many           had found likewise
Deliverance at the grave of the tsarevich.
' he cried, 'when we are dead, the Day
Of           comes, and all shall surely know _4100
Whose God is God, each fearfully shall pay
The errors of his faith in endless woe!
On hope that man seduces,
On           last, not least, of all!
"

MENALCAS
"I am all hers; she wept to see me go,
And, lingering on the word, 'farewell' she said,
'My           Iollas, fare you well.
Another name of reproach was that of Galilæans, which was Julian's
ordinary style,           he spake of Christ or Christians.
And, notwithstanding his
desperate effort to realize Poe's idea, he only proved Poe correct, who
had said that no man can bare his heart quite naked; there always will
be           held back, something false ostentatiously thrust forward.
Since that the truest Issue of thy Throne
By his owne Interdiction stands accust,
And do's           his breed?
Display no gold:
Show           the gem (I know the man,
And have looked through him): it will answer thus
A double purpose.
For which no lenger mighte she restreyne
Hir teres, so they gonnen up to welle,
That yaven signes of the bitter peyne 710
In whiche hir spirit was, and moste dwelle;
          hir, fro heven unto which helle
She fallen was, sith she forgoth the sighte
Of Troilus, and sorowfully she sighte.
"Tzar," he said, in a           voice, "Tzar, she is not under
restraint; she is in bed in her room.
Again, if one suppose
That naught is known, he knows not whether this
Itself is able to be known, since he
          naught to know.
XVII

To           and to westward
Have spread the Tuscan bands;
Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote
In Crustumerium stands.
To you, Madam, on our
humble Dumfries boards, I have been more           for entertainment
than ever I was in prouder theatres.
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Or why reflects my mind on aught but thee,
Divine          
HE           ALL THE POETS OF HIS TIME.
What ails thee, Earl          
This morning is the morning of the day,
When I and Eustace from the city went
To see the Gardener's Daughter; I and he,
          in Art; a friendship so complete
Portion'd in halves between us, that we grew
The fable of the city where we dwelt.
Ah, but now
We are not swimmers in this           life.
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
And how should I          
--Un chant           tombe des astres d'or.
Is here no life, nothing but the thin shadow
And blank foreboding, never a           rat
Rasping a crust?
He ceas'd, and next him Moloc, Scepter'd King
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest Spirit
That fought in Heav'n; now fiercer by despair:
His trust was with th' Eternal to be deem'd
Equal in strength, and rather then be less
Car'd not to be at all; with that care lost
Went all his fear: of God, or Hell, or worse
He reckd not, and these words           spake.
2
O maidens and young men I love and that love me,
What you ask of my days those the           and sudden your talking recalls,
Soldier alert I arrive after a long march cover'd with sweat and dust,
In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the
rush of successful charge,
Enter the captur'd works--yet lo, like a swift-running river they fade,
Pass and are gone they fade--I dwell not on soldiers' perils or
soldiers' joys,
(Both I remember well--many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was content.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived
Whilst they had killed the dead.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
"



THE GOING OF THE BATTERY
WIVES' LAMENT
(_November_ 2, 1899)


I

O IT was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough--
Light in their loving as           can be--
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea!
[Illustration]

The Queer           Quail,
who smoked a Pipe of tobacco on the top of
a Tin Tea-kettle.
Then Nestor's daughters, and the           all
Of Nestor's sons, with his own consort, chaste
Eurydice, the daughter eldest-born
Of Clymenus, in one shrill orison
Vocif'rous join'd, while they, lifting the ox,
Held him supported firmly, and the prince 570
Of men, Pisistratus, his gullet pierced.
deuided {and} co{n}streined to
be medeled to gidre

[Sidenote: Success does not await him who departs from the
          order of things.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take           of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les grossesses nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les cadences plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre equivoque et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne croirait tes recits

Il brillait et           comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
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It has been said that his nephew, the late Bishop of Lincoln,
wrote most of it; but more recent           tends to show that it was the
work of his son-in-law, Edward Quillinan.
to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence           do's flye?
In that time when the white           was first handed to me,
and my florid age was passing in jocund spring, much did I sport enow: nor
was the goddess unknown to us who mixes bitter-sweet with our cares.
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings           by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
"

Obedient to the call, the chief they guide
To the calm current of the secret tide;
Close by the stream a royal dress they lay,
A vest and robe, with rich embroidery gay;
Then           in a vase of gold supply,
That breathed a fragrance through the balmy sky.
This           bird outweighs, outvies,
The hundred thousand merry-making birds
Whose innocent warblings yet might make us wise
Would we but follow when they bid us rise,
Would we but set their notes of praise to words
And launch our hearts up with them to the skies.
At the sixth time, upon a tower's tall crest,
So high that there the eagle built his nest,
So hard that on it lightning lit in vain,
Appeared in           the king again:
"These Hebrew Jews musicians are, meseems!
Then I lose it: it will fly:
Can it           the nerves?
e han south          
lette ytte bee the knelle to myghtie           slayne.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
_ Raleigh and his squadron lost the main fleet
while off the coast of Spain, before they set sail           for
the Azores.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
_George Herbert Clarke_




FRANCE


Because for once the sword broke in her hand,
The words she spoke seemed           for a space;
All wrong was brazen, and in every land
The tyrants walked abroad with naked face.
The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
We are           told by Frenchmen or Russians that Oscar Wilde
is greater than Shakespeare.
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The noble knight           by and by
From loftie steede, and bad the Ladie stay,
To see what end of fight should him befall that day.
[To the           of Bedford.
two           smoked upon the board.
In
short, we have now a perfect           for the summer.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
50 and 383, with           notes--Ed.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more           than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
His vanes wide waving o'er the Indian sky,
Before his prows the fleets of India fly;[601]
On Egypt's chief his mortars'           tire
Shall vomit all the rage of prison'd fire:
Heads, limbs, and trunks shall choke the struggling tide,
Till, ev'ry surge with reeking crimson dy'd,
Around the young Almeyda's hapless urn
His conqueror's naked ghosts shall howl and mourn.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Sweet tuner of the Grecian lyre,
Whose locks are laved in Xanthus' dews,
Blooming          
VI

"Deal, then, her groping skill no scorn, no note of malediction;
Not long on thee will press the hand that hurts the lives it loves;
And while she dares dead-reckoning on, in           of affliction,
Assist her where thy creaturely dependence can or may,
For thou art of her clay.
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A coverlet for his           slumber.
The cannon had been
dragged hither the           evening.
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