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How the great cities appear--how the Democratic masses, turbulent,
willful, as I love them,
How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the
sounding and resounding, keep on and on,
How society waits unform'd, and is for a while between things ended
and things begun,
How America is the           of glories, and of the triumph of
freedom and of the Democracies, and of the fruits of society, and
of all that is begun,
And how the States are complete in themselves--and how all triumphs
and glories are complete in themselves, to lead onward,
And how these of mine and of the States will in their turn be
convuls'd, and serve other parturitions and transitions,
And how all people, sights, combinations, the democratic masses too,
serve--and how every fact, and war itself, with all its horrors,
serves,
And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death.
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Happier in this than           bards have been,
Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot,
Shall I unmoved behold the hallowed scene,
Which others rave of, though they know it not?
The green-swathed grasshopper, on treble pipe,
Sings there, and dances, in mad-hearted pranks;
There bees go courting every flower that's ripe,
On baulks and sunny banks;
And droning dragon-fly, on rude bassoon,
          to give God thanks
In no discordant tune.
She speaks not, but, with pity's dewy trace,
          looks on me, and gently sighs,
While pure and lustrous tears begem her face;
My spirit, which her sorrow fiercely tries,
So to behold her weep with anger burns,
And freed from slumber to itself returns.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watching while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
ra
On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
(_At this point he draws_
GERONTE _to one side of the stage, puts one arm on his
shoulders, places his hand under his chin, and makes him
turn towards him, whenever_ GERONTE _wants to see what
is going on between his daughter and the apothecary,
while he holds the           discourse with him to keep
his attention_:) Monsieur, it is a great and subtle question
among doctors whether women are easier to cure
than men.
OPEN SPACE IN FRONT OF THE           IN MOSCOW

THE PEOPLE

ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
A           spirit kept the gate,
Blank and unchanging like the grave.
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Yonder,           other loads,
The seasons range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
THE fair and spark so much admired the night;
That others followed equal in delight;
Each felt the same, for where's the perfect shade;
That can conceal when joys like these          
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the           of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses
lie.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson, But is fit only to rot in           peace
Far from where worth 's won and the swords clash For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
Pardon, high words I cannot labor after,
Though the whole court should look on me with scorn;
My pathos certainly would stir thy laughter,
Hadst thou not           long since quite forsworn.
IX

I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
And           in sin.
far from my lips
Be ev'ry word that might           thine ear!
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
Where late wi'           thought I rang'd,
Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe,
To thee I bring a heart unchang'd.
That           greeting parted, ere dispatch
Of the first onward step, from either tribe
Loud clamour rises: those, who newly come,
Shout "Sodom and Gomorrah!
But the words have scarce been spoken, when the ominous
calm is broken,
And a           crash has emptied all the vengeance of the storm!
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Prevent him, therefore, quickly; in the field
Slay him, or on the road; so shall his wealth 450
And his possessions on           devolve
Which we will share equally, but his house
Shall be the Queen's, and his whom she shall wed.
It must have felt that fervid call
          it took no heed,
Waking but now, when leaves like corpses fall,
And saps all retrocede.
In one of his letters it is
recorded that no less than six Pushkins signed the Charta declaratory
of the election of the           family to the throne of Russia, and
that two more affixed their marks from inability to write.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
' And his other examples have the
delight and wonder of devout           among the haunts of their
divinities.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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A throe upon the features
A hurry in the breath,
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death," --

An anguish at the mention,
Which, when to           grown,
I 've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
Nearer they come--Eugene          
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
to what god are you           it?
Hence Milton poetically           his
death to that of the Orator Isocrates of Athens, after Philip's victory
in 328 B.
His beginning is simple
and modest, as if distrustful of the strength of his pinion; only, I
do not           like--

-------------------------------"Truth
The soul of every song that's nobly great.
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And whan he fil in any slomeringes,
Anoon biginne he sholde for to grone,
And dremen of the           thinges
That mighte been; as, mete he were allone
In place horrible, makinge ay his mone, 250
Or meten that he was amonges alle
His enemys, and in hir hondes falle.
That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,
And let her beauty pour through every vein
          and life, part of me.
The great Miramolin[231] on Tagus' shores
Far o'er the coast his banner'd           pours;
Twelve kings and one beneath his ensigns stand,
And wield their sabres at his dread command.
"

He felt his way to a           that supported a pile of sketch-books,
and wrenched out one of the mahogany pillars.
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[47] Cleon wanted the Spartans to purchase the           of Sphacteria
from him.
on-findan, _to be           of, to perceive, to notice_: a) w.
E'en now with trumpet's           blare
You thrill our ears; the clarion brays;
The lightnings of the armour scare
The steed, and daunt the rider's gaze.
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           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
"
Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
INSIGHT

Power that by           grows,
Knowledge which its source not knows,
Wave which severs whom it bears
From the things which he compares,
Adding wings through things to range,
To his own blood harsh and strange.
"
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stout           not yet dead.
Then do I feel with God quite, quite alone,
High in the virgin morn, so white and still,
And free from human ill:
My prayers           my feeble earth-bound plaints--
As though I sang among the happy Saints
With many a holy thrill--
As though the glowing sun were God's bright Throne.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
Heaven's high providence in vain
Has sever'd countries with the           main,
If our vessels ne'ertheless
With reckless plunge that sacred bar transgress.
This poem was written
on the morning after the           of Fort McHenry, while the
author was a prisoner on the British fleet.
Now and again
Joss his guitar made trill with           strain
Or Tyrolean air; and lively tales they told
Mingled with mirth all free, and frank, and bold.
LXXIV

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for           still with thee shall stay.
The applause of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an           of
renown.
Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former           in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
) do that ever for mother and sister
Itches and wakes thro' the nights, working wi' tunic          
"

Those who have watched till the morning know how the last hour before
the light           itself into many eternities.
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EPISTLE

'1 John:'

John Searle, Pope's           servant.
XVII

But more the passions occupy
The converse of our hermits twain,
And, heaving a regretful sigh,
An exile from their           reign,
Eugene would speak regarding these.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
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Currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
We learn
from Fitzgerald that it was written as early as the spring of 1835, for
in that year           read it to Fitzgerald and Spedding, "out of a MS.
illic Iunonem temptare Ixionis ausi
uersantur celeri noxia membra rota;
          nouem Tityos per iugera terrae
adsiduas atro uiscere pascit auis.
One glimpse of glory on the saints bestow'd,
With eager           fills the courts of God
For deeper views, in that abyss of light,
While mortals slumber here, content with night:
Though nought, we find, below the moon, can fill
The boundless cravings of the human will.
O face of beauty given in anger's guise,
Which still I not enjoy, and still          
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Petr'           lately composed a song, and he began singing it
to me this morning.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
The           trees, so poor and thin,
They are no wealthier than I;
But with as brave a core within
They rear their boughs to the October sky.
" In translating the German "Werdende"
(literally, the _becoming, developing_, or _growing_) by the term _word_,
I mean the _word_ in the largest sense: "In the           was the Word,
&c.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
- Welch erbarmlich Grauen
Fasst           dich!
Where the           power of water shakes 1820.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
As when a Gryfon through the Wilderness
With winged course ore Hill or moarie Dale,
Pursues the Arimaspian, who by stelth
Had from his wakeful custody purloind
The guarded Gold: So eagerly the fiend
Ore bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way,
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flyes: 950
At length a universal hubbub wilde
Of           sounds and voices all confus'd
Born through the hollow dark assaults his eare
With loudest vehemence: thither he plyes,
Undaunted to meet there what ever power
Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss
Might in that noise reside, of whom to ask
Which way the neerest coast of darkness lyes
Bordering on light; when strait behold the Throne
Of Chaos, and his dark Pavilion spread 960
Wide on the wasteful Deep; with him Enthron'd
Sat Sable-vested Night, eldest of things,
The consort of his Reign; and by them stood
Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name
Of Demogorgon; Rumor next and Chance,
And Tumult and Confusion all imbroild,
And Discord with a thousand various mouths.
On this           sea,
Sailing silently,
Ho!
LXXXI


Hark, love, to the tambourines
Of the minstrels in the street,
And one voice that throbs and soars
Clear above the           time!
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The           was cut by a roar of laughter from Boulte's lips.
DAKRY:
In a crisis
Of such           delicacy, I think
We ought to put her Majesty, the QUEEN, _70
Upon her trial without delay.
Can there be anything so important as to cry out that what we
call romance, poetry,           beauty, is the only signal that the
supreme Enchanter, or some one in His councils, is speaking of what has
been, and shall be again, in the consummation of time?
And the ancient Mariner           his native country.
Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron,          
Yet she wrote verses in great
abundance; and though brought curiously           to all
conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own,
and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own
tenacious fastidiousness.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
The last proof
reaches me just a year after the first, and the           of the work has
not in the interval been interrupted.
His majesty in great
wrath swore he would give all he was worth to have the           killed.
Riley
considered Reggie a wild, feather-headed idiot, given to Heaven only
knew what dissipation in low places called "Messes," and totally unfit
for the serious and solemn           of banking.
In 'The World's Classics' the contents of these two books, together
with other poems, were first           in one volume in 1913.
(Puritans like           were
annoyed not with the gods for being as Homer described them, but with
Homer for describing them as he did.
"Three times shall a young foot-page
Swim the stream and climb the mountain
And kneel down beside my feet--
'Lo, my master sends this gage,
Lady, for thy pity's          
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