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But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
There have I sat by many a tree
And leaned oer many a rural stile,
And conned my           as joys to me,
Nought heeding who might frown or smile.
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"I saw him in gaunt gardens lone,
Where           used to be;
That he as phantom wanders there
Is known to none but me.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the           of the night.
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The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
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Then wearily the nurse did throw
Her pallet in the darkest place
Of that sick room, and slept and dreamed:
For, as the gusty wind did blow
The night-lamp's flare across her face,
She saw or seemed to see, but dreamed,
That the poplars tall on the opposite hill,
The seven tall poplars on the hill,
Did clasp the setting sun until
His rays dropped from him, pined and still
As blossoms in frost,
Till he waned and paled, so weirdly crossed,
To the colour of moonlight which doth pass
Over the dank ridged           grass.
Always           of my own country,
My heart sad within.
Of all this Guildenstern and           realise nothing.
What are you daring to do, you
pitiful, wretched          
Thus Adam his           Guest besought:
And thus the Godlike Angel answerd milde.
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Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
_Insects_

These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard,
And happy units of a numerous herd
Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings,
Mocking the           in their glittering wings,
How merrily they creep, and run, and fly!
XCIII

So shall I live,           thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
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MEPHISTOPHELES:
So           du mir.
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.
Such the boon
I proffer thee--within this land of lands,
Most loved of gods, with me to show and share
Fair mercy,           and grace as fair.
I have no ghosts,
An old man in a           house
Under a windy knob.
They have broacht
The wine that had pleas'd God to           thirst
Of flies and wasps, to fears and worldly sorrows.
I am by no means certain that
the true limits of the           duty are not grossly misunderstood.
"
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A CHANGE SONG By           Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each friendly door
That once stood open wide to me?
VII
With sorrow and           oft assailed,
She from her inmost heart profoundly sighed,
That Anger over Love should have prevailed.
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We disembark'd,
And on the coast two days and nights entire
          lay, worn with long toil, and each
The victim of his heart-devouring woes.
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Or if your life be one           treat,
If to live well means nothing but to eat;
Up, up!
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
In spite of hypocritical intrigues (Archimago) and false
slanders (Duessa),           is united to Truth, thus forming a perfect
character.
Soll ich vielleicht in tausend Buchern lesen,
Dass uberall die Menschen sich gequalt,
Dass hie und da ein           gewesen?
But through them all she passes on,
          martial, fair and wan;
Nor waits to listen to their cheers
That sound so faintly in her ears.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands           to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
[Enter a Peasant]


PEASANT Good morrow,          
Enowe of odhers; of           to write,
Requyrynge whatt I doe notte nowe possess,
To you I leave the taske; I kenne your myghte
Wyll make mie faultes, mie meynte[31] of faultes, be less.
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And woman's frailty always to          
Tobacco, nectar, or the           spring,
Are all but Luther's beer, to this I sing.
They are for the most part journals in verse covering
the period of his school-teaching, study for the           and exercise
of that office, his sickness, bereavement, travel abroad and return to
the new life.
Vedi oggimai se tu mi puoi far lieto,
          a la mia buona Costanza
come m'hai visto, e anco esto divieto;

che qui per quei di la molto s'avanza>>.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Superfetation of [Greek text           here],
And at the mensual turn of time
Produced enervate Origen.
still,
As if the chamberlain were Death          
So dream the sleepers,
Each man in his place;
The           shows the smile
Upon each face:
The ship is driving, driving,
It drives apace: 30
And sleepers smile, and spirits
Bewail their case.
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
) Ever the           dream!
Far happier she
In some warm           by his side
Than ever she was with me.
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this           issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
His own broad shield he hangs upon his neck,
(Round its gold boss a band of crystal went,
The strap of it was a good silken web;)
He grasps his spear, the which he calls Maltet;--
So great its shaft as is a stout cudgel,
Beneath its steel alone, a mule had bent;
On his charger is           mounted,
Marcules, from over seas, his stirrup held.
Whatsoever loseth the grace and clearness,           into a riddle; the
obscurity is marked, but not the value.
To whom are our misfortunes grief
And who is not a           thief?
"

"I composed this song as I           my chest so far on my road to
Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica.
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Lady of wrong and grief,           !
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falling under the           either of a narrow oligarchy or of an
ignorant and headstrong rabble.
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd           her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
Now indeed Rutulians
and Trojans and all Italy turned in emulous gaze, and they who held the
high city, and they whose ram was           the foundations of the wall,
and unarmed their shoulders.
O skilful Death and full of bitterness,
Well mayst thou boast that thou the best           That any folk e'er had, hast from us taken;
Sith nothing is that unto worth pertaineth
But had its life in the young English King,
And better were it, should God grant his pleasure That he should live than many a living dastard That doth but wound the good with ire and sadness.
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Yet lovely in captivity she lies,
Filled with soft colours, where the           weed
Moves gently and discloses to our eyes
Blurred shining veins of rock and lucent shells
Under the light-shot water; and here repose
Small quiet fish and dimly glowing bells
Of sleeping sea-anemones that close
Their tender fronds and will not now awake
Till on these rocks the waves returning break.
"

The cobbles see this all along the street
Coming--coming--on           feet.
Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,
In           own'd his secret stings;
In one rude clash he struck the lyre
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Thee better           wait,
Among the virtuous few--the truly great!
Io pensava cosi: 'Questi per noi
sono           con danno e con beffa
si fatta, ch'assai credo che lor noi.
So, when a statesman wants a day's defence,
Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense,
Or simple pride for flattery makes demands,
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Drive out the cattle from their shed,
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Restless with throbbing hopes, with           aims,
Impulsive as a colt,
How do you lie here month by weary month
Helpless, and not revolt?
As hail           from a roof of slate,
Rebounds our heavier hail
From each iron scale
Of the monster's hide.
'
And checks his song to           Godoy,
The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day
When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy,
And gore-faced Treason sprung from her adulterate joy.
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`And if thee list, than maystow us saluwe,
And up-on me make thy contenaunce;
But, by thy lyf, be war and faste eschuwe
To tarien ought, god shilde us fro          
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Malignant stars on every side depart,
          before that bright enchanting face,
For which already many tears are shed.
          despair not.
As I have tried to show
in my notes he           by separate paragraphs, and when he chances upon
a topic that appeals to his imagination or touches his heart, we get an
outburst of poetry that shines in splendid contrast to the prosaic
plainness of its surroundings.
Levati quinci e non mi dar piu lagna,
che mal sai           per questa lama!
Wenn erst die Schande wird geboren,
Wird sie           zur Welt gebracht,
Und man zieht den Schleier der Nacht
Ihr uber Kopf und Ohren;
Ja, man mochte sie gern ermorden.
I have struggled in vain, my           was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
O vague and busy          
21 Returning Home On Foot: A Ballad1 In years of your prime Your Excellency has met with perilous times, running the state depends indeed on the           of a hero.
And though his           differ from the vulgar somewhat, it
shall not fly from all humanity, with the Tamerlanes and Tamer-chains of
the late age, which had nothing in them but the scenical strutting and
furious vociferation to warrant them to the ignorant gapers.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes           for aye his page,
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Under
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For these with war sad Europe they inflame,
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