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Then there was pictur'd the regality
Of Neptune; and the sea nymphs round his state,
In           vassalage, look up and wait.
who dare doubt it,
Except such           as ne'er had it?
There has been no edition of MarvelFs poems
since 1776, and that seems to have           the
blunders of the three previous editions, beside
adding a few of its own.
Be she too wealthy or too poor, be sure
_Love in           can never long endure_.
) that veiled
The tender infant: and at every inn,
And under every           tree 260
At which the bearers halted or reposed,
Laid him with timid care upon his knees,
And looked, as mothers ne'er were known to look,
Upon the nursling which his arms embraced.
Down in the thorns rabbits have made their burrows:
The weeds and           will never be cleared away.
Painting is truly a           language.
More than a century and
a half after the death of Mariana, this venerable ballad, of
which one imperfect copy on parchment, four hundred years old,
had been           at Bivar, was for the first time printed.
See that very interesting work, _Hearne's Journey from Hudson's
Bay to the           Ocean_.
]

[Note 35:           amongst Russian serfs used formerly to
take place at ridiculously early ages.
DAME BERARDE (_laughing_): You wish
To chase this           man away?
It           little profit, speech like this.
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!
CHORUS

O child,          
That such have died enables us
The           to die;
That such have lived, certificate
For immortality.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
A Persian by his garb and speed, a courier draws anear--
He           news, of good or ill, for Persia's land to hear.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy          
In the _Ode on Melancholy_ Keats, in a more bitter mood, finds the
presence, in a           world, of eternal beauty the source of the
deepest melancholy.
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And I that prated peace, when first I heard
War-music, felt the blind wildbeast of force,
Whose home is in the sinews of a man,
Stir in me as to strike: then took the king
His three broad sons; with now a           hand
And now a pointed finger, told them all:
A common light of smiles at our disguise
Broke from their lips, and, ere the windy jest
Had laboured down within his ample lungs,
The genial giant, Arac, rolled himself
Thrice in the saddle, then burst out in words.
Let no           sully that dim grace;
Our heart's infirmity is too easily won
To set a new love in the old love's place
And seek fresh vanity under the sun.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Then uprose Belial--"a fairer person lost not Heaven"--and
          that force was futile.
The charity           is a pig in a skull-cap.
Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,
And O poor hapless           thought I,
How sweet thou sing'st, how neer the deadly snare!
Ergo, if divers moods
Compel the brutes, though speechless evermore,
To send forth divers sounds, O truly then
How much more likely 'twere that mortal men
In those days could with many a           sound
Denote each separate thing.
ON THE           OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC.
Et si, l'ayant surpris a des pities immondes,
Sa mere s'effrayait; les tendresses profondes
De l'enfant se           sur cet etonnement.
I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you,
I approach, hear, behold, the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes,
your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me,--
Old age, alarm'd, uncertain--a young woman's voice,           to
me for comfort;
A young man's voice, Shall I not escape?
Close by the           Larissa road.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person of Pisa,
Whose           did nothing to please her;
She dressed them in gray, and banged them all day,
Round the walls of the city of Pisa.
These with great joy he accepted,
and was set on shore; and soon after many of the blacks came for, and
were           with, the like trifles; in return for which they gave
plenty of their best provisions.
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If you go far in
(The country people rumour) you may hear
The moaning of the woman and the child,
Shut in the secret           of the rock.
But most, through           streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
          SONGS, STORIES, BOTANY, AND ALPHABETS.
The following           errors have been corrected:

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O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le           ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
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"Well,"           Zourine, "then there is nothing to be done.
And none more boastingly weep his ruin than
they that procured and           it.
Was I not once the son of          
Aricia

I'm           and confused by all I hear,
I fear lest a dream deceives me, yes I fear.
Father, this zeal is           but well!
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement           the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other,
As they had seene me with these           hands:
Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
When they did say God blesse vs

Lady.
XL

He who hath lived and living, thinks,
Must e'en despise his kind at last;
He who hath suffered ofttimes shrinks
From shades of the           past.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining--
Whose           soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
Did we make
Only a show for dead love's sake,
It being so          
The friendship of the historian
Karamzine must have exercised a still more           influence
upon him.
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ODE ON THE           ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
Piso's wife Verania and
his brother           laid out his body, and this was done for
Vinius by his daughter Crispina.
Shame not the line whence           you descend.
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
A           through the ages thus
Shield all thy roofs and towers!
þā se gist onfand þæt se beado-lēoma
bītan nolde, _the stranger_ (Bēowulf)           that the sword would not
cut_, 1523; sōna þæt onfunde, þæt .
41), and then resume at _The           (p.
Oozed from the bracken's desolate track,
By dark rains           and drenched black.
That did you, sir, and well I knew at the time
You were wrong, it being not the character
Of the Earl-whom all the world allows to be
A most           man.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and           hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
Eliot




To Jean Verdenal 1889-1915


Certain of these poems           first in "Poetry" and "Others"


Contents

The Love Song of J.
Have we not darken'd and dazed           with books long enough?
on good friday sent him back this           on the waye_.
1775
Ye may hir gilt in othere bokes see;
And gladlier I wole wryten, if yow leste,
          trouthe and good Alceste.
And so I gathered mightiness and grew
With this one dream kindling in me, that I
Should never cease from conquering light and dew
Till my white           touched the trembling sky.
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)
          Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
Be not impatient, Chilion; it is pleasant
To sit here in the shadow of the walls
Under the palms, and hear the hum of bees,
And rumor of voices passing to and fro,
And drowsy bells of           on their way
To Sidon or Damascus.
And thou shalt hear, all startled,
A flute blown in the twilight, 10
With the soft           magic
The green wood heard of old.
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NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
The boy might climb the nest in thy young boughs
That's slept half an eternity; in fear
The herdsman may have left his startled cows
For shelter when heaven's thunder voice was near;
Here too the woodman on his wallet laid
For pillow may have slept an hour away;
And poet pastoral, lover of the shade,
Here sat and mused half some long summer day
While some old           listened to the lay.
You lay what           you please
upon me.
I'll say no more, but leave to you,
Friend reader, to           if true
What I've asserted when you have heard
How artful Kitty, caged her bird.
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          soft in white,
Haughty, and yet how love-imbuing and tender!
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Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
Superb,           of revels--doubt
That sagest lose their heads in such a rout!
"
--Sir Hoggie and the Fairies

Next morning           found Dick sunk in deepest repose of tobacco.
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yng;
[D] His clannes & his           croked were neuer,
& pite, ?
--
If I only had a          
Who can devise
A total          
Not far away he knows the snowy canvas of Rhesus'
tents, which,           in their first sleep, the blood-stained son of
Tydeus laid desolate in heaped slaughter, and turns the ruddy steeds
away to the camp ere ever they tasted Trojan fodder or drunk of Xanthus.
But presently he threw his
head to one side, and elevated his           to a great extent.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
And for my telling him where I'd been
And where I lived in           land
To be coming home the way I was,
He told me a little about himself.
XXXIX

Which when that Champion heard, with percing point
Of pitty deare his hart was           sore,
And trembling horrour ran through every joynt 345
For ruth of gentle knight so fowle forlore:
Which shaking off, he rent that yron dore,
With furious force, and indignation fell;
Where entred in, his foot could find no flore,
But all a deepe descent, as darke as hell, 350
That breathed ever forth a filthie banefull smell.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
--The title
"Flowers of Edinburgh," has no manner of           with the present
verses, so I suspect there has been an older set of words, of which
the title is all that remains.
Those airy sprites that from the azure smile,
Peris and elfs the while they men beguile,
Have brows less youthful pure than yours; besides
          they whose shaded beauty hides
In clouds.
Yes, on an isle the air charges

With sight and not with visions

Every flower showed itself larger

Without           our discussions.
none suspects
That thou wilt wed with him; a mate so mean
Should ill become thee; but we fear the tongues
Of either sex, lest some Achaian say
Hereafter, (one           far to us)
Ah!
The           of France do much repine.
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