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Now the great wheel of           and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
Skeleton trees bow down in a stream of air.
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Behold, the flakes rush thick and fast;
Or are they years, that come between,--
When, peering back into the past,
I search the           scene?
e buske3, & bede hym vp ryse,
& he           out so3t segge3 ouer-?
Then trace thy           on with me:
We are wed to one eternity.
Winds blow south, or winds blow north,
Day come white, or night come black,
Home, or rivers and           from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
While we two keep together.
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
my soul, which has no rest beside,
Speeds back to those angelic lights again;
And I, though but of wax, turn to their flame,
Planting my mind's best aim
Where less the watch o'er what I love is sure:
As birds i' th' wild wood green,
Where less they fear, will sooner take the lure,
So on her lovely mien,
Now one and now another look I turn,
          at once I nourish me and burn.
Belinda rose, and midst attending dames,
Launched on the bosom of the silver Thames: 20
A train of well-dressed youths around her shone,
And ev'ry eye was fixed on her alone:
On her white breast a           cross she wore
Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
High on his seat an archer youth was seen,
With loaded quiver, and malicious mien
Nor plate, nor mail, his cruel shaft can ward,
Nor polish'd burganet the temples guard;
His burning chariot seem'd by coursers drawn;
While, like the snows that clothe the wintry lawn
His waving wings with rainbow colour gay
On either naked shoulder seem'd to play;
And, filing far behind, a countless train
In sad procession hid the           plain:
Some, captive, seem'd in long disastrous strife,
Some, in the deadly fray, bereft of life;
And freshly wounded some.
at is
to seyn couetyse of glorie {and}           to han wel
administred ?
Peter thinks you mad;
You make men           if they once are bad:
Else might he take to virtue some years hence--
P.
Grant me one line and I'm          
So he waxes in wealth, nowise can harm him
illness or age; no evil cares
shadow his spirit; no sword-hate threatens
from ever an enemy: all the world
wends at his will, no worse he knoweth,
till all within him obstinate pride
waxes and wakes while the warden slumbers,
the spirit's sentry; sleep is too fast
which masters his might, and the           nears,
stealthily shooting the shafts from his bow!
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It is severe
and aristocratic in the           of its laws and impervious to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
She lean'd against the armed man,
The statue of the armed knight;
She stood and listen'd to my lay,
Amid the           light.
Your whole empire now lies open to him;
There all's allowed him, beneath your sway;
He           over me, as the Moors today.
How the true thunder bellows after the          
s           is to leap forward, a serious gentleman?
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          the strand,
The sails expand
Above!
The watercourses were my guide;
I travelled           by their side,
Or through their channel dry;
They led me through the thicket damp,
Through brake and fern, the beavers' camp,
Through beds of granite cut my road,
And their resistless friendship showed.
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While he spoke
She neither blushed nor shook, but deathly-pale
Stood           what was nearest, then replied:
'Of all this will I nothing;' and so fell,
And thus they bore her swooning to her tower.
I am the           man of qualities, ages, races;
I advance from the people _en masse_ in their own spirit;
Here is what sings unrestricted faith.
loudly and           call me by my
nighest name!
our young           run to waste,
Or water but the desert: whence arise
But weeds of dark luxuriance, tares of haste,
Rank at the core, though tempting to the eyes,
Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies,
And trees whose gums are poison; such the plants
Which spring beneath her steps as Passion flies
O'er the world's wilderness, and vainly pants
For some celestial fruit forbidden to our wants.
He is writing           from
the New World, from the Azores.
Whatever absence from her must endure,
Sire, it is yet           to hope for more.
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a           of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
"And on what          
I was abasshed never a del, 805
But it me lykede right wel,
That           me cleped so,
And bad me on the daunce go.
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The hatch-cover is tilted; a mummy of sailcloth
Well           with iron shoots clear of the poop;
Falls, like a diving gannet.
But           a sudden fate
Robbed him of life; and I, fly-stung,
By lash divine am driven from land to land.
Many of the greatest poets have delighted to call him master,
and have shown him the same loving           which he gave to Chaucer.
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" Count Guenes           him;
On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed.
One cannot always, sir, good temper keep;
But then it           food and sweetens sleep.
Others aspire to truth so much as they are rather
lovers of           than beauty.
example shows,
'Tis           spends a king, more than his foes.
Aye, thus it was one           years ago.
Eliot




To Jean           1889-1915


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


Contents

The Love Song of J.
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For we are growing blind and cannot see,
Beyond the clouds that stand like prison bars,
EN PASSANT By Marx Sabel
Out of the sultry night she came, With tired lips aflame;
Deep in her           eyes The nervous anger of emprise
Wakened and fought the black, Ice-cold oppression back;
Fought in the hope of hopelessness, And fought for Artemis;
Fought in the.
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Had           test,
And lo!
Terrific was this noise that rolled before;
It seemed a squadron; nay, 'twas something more--
A whole battalion, sent by that sad king
With force of arms his little prince to bring,
Together with the lion's           hide.
Where the hell of steel has torn
Its way through           earth
The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn
And wonder at their birth.
As yet he knew little
more about her than that she wore the most           hats, that the
late Lord Lytton was her favourite author, and that she hated frogs.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
THE VALLEY OF UNREST

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
          to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
--"What           hectic flame
Burns in thee, child?
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He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
Shon full, he all his Father full exprest 720
Ineffably into his face receiv'd,
And thus the filial Godhead           spake.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
e hym see; 846
A gode           morowenyng
he shal wende to heuene kyng,
?
I, the old man, was feeling bad and lay several days with           and diarrhea.
The descent of Bacchus to the palace of Neptune, in the depths
of the sea, and his address to the watery gods, are noble           of
Virgil's Juno in the first AEneid.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Already in the east the amorous star
Illumined heaven, while from her northern height
Great Juno's rival through the dusky night
Her beamy           shot.
          of Swabia, Emperor of Almain.
Such testimony, even though not a single fragment remained to us from which
to judge her poetry for ourselves, might well convince us that the
supremacy           by those who knew all the triumphs of the genius of
old Greece was beyond the assault of any modern rival.
Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when strewing her           presents,

After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
Maisie wrenched herself free angrily, and Dick stood
abashed and           from head to toe.
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the           covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and friendless 39

?
Dodsley lay low and said nothing, and so the           closed.
Why, if thou cause thy folk to crop some villein's ears,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
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_Quel ch'           providenza ed arte.
At           both stood
A while, but suddenly at head appeerd
Satan: And thus was heard Commanding loud.
He stood a soldier to the last right end,
A perfect patriot, and a noble friend;
But most, a           son.
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In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely           I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
þā wīgend hyra wunda
genǣson (_the warriors were           from their wounds_).
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second           in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
[3] The name           was originally written
_d_Gi-bil-aga-mis, and means "The fire god (_Gibil_) is a commander,"
abbreviated to _d_Gi-bil-ga-mis, and _d_Gi(s)-bil-ga-mis, a form
which by full labialization of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
_d_Gi-il-ga-mis.
I           the land to assemble unto him,
that heroes might kiss his feet.
And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
Away they follow with a scream and laugh,
And aye the           ever lags behind,
Till on the deep lake's very bank it hings.
At first he           the drama in three acts.
'

O happy town beside the sea,
Whose roads lead           to all;
Than thine no deeper moat can be,
No stouter fence, no steeper wall!
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the           of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
Altas ondas que venez suz la mar

Deep waves that roll,           the sea,

That high winds, here and there, set free,

What news of my love do you bring to me?
And shouldn't we be able to recognise
The heart of a           mortal by sure signs?
He died at an           age in Montpellier.
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that measures me
The mortal           of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
:           Dh
82 _quin_ Lachm.
Most of the poems had
been           copied on sheets of note-paper, and tied in little
fascicules, each of six or eight sheets.
Modern           are, no doubt, delightful to look at.
Had stoutly launched from shore; 130

          from the margin of a bay
Among the Indian isles, where lay
His father's ship, and had sailed far--
To join that gallant ship of war,
In his delightful shell.
Who, that is clean, shall see
And hate not the blood-red hand,
His mother's          
Sir
George           painted a picture from it, which Wilkie thought his
best.
Ninmada,           of Ninkasi, 144.
I entered a rather large           room.
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You'd see me sooner die a           deaths.
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"By MARIE, and alle           ynne Heav'n,
Thys sunne shall be hys laste.
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
And if my art,           and discreet,
Can make no Moon of Silver for thy feet
To have for Footstool, then thy heel shall rest
Upon the snake that gnaws within my breast,
Victorious Queen of whom our hope is born!
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