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Hit was whyt, smothe, streght, and flat,
          hole; [and] canel-boon,
As by seming, had she noon.
After two seasons, this rude           does not deform the scene.
_           form of _on_.
s self-blame, 8           tears I gaze toward the blue wisps of cloud.
Yet I know not any charm
That can make the           time
Of thy sylvan, faint alarm
Suit itself to human rhyme:
And my yearning rhythmic word
Does thee grievous wrong, blithe bird.
I would be
Known as the woman whom his strength had chosen
To ruin the          
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
Fond impious man, think'st thou yon           cloud
Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day?
Somewhere high in the air
Would thy wing seek a home 'mid sunny skies,
In mead or mossy dell--
If there thy odors longest,           rise.
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
Have you forgot your          
Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,
Great and           lord of the main!
Alow, aloft, no lull--all life,
But far aside its whirls are keeping,
As           to let its strife
Spare still the mother vainly weeping
O'er baby, lost not long, a-sleeping.
Refers to the story of Orpheus' attempt to rescue his
wife           from Hades.
Yet peach-bloom bright as April saw
Blushed there anew, in blood that flowed
O'er faces white with death-dealt awe;
And ruddy flowers of warfare grew,
Though withering winds as of the desert blew,
Far at the right while Ewell and Early,
Plunging at Slocum and Wadsworth and Greene,
Thundered in onslaught consummate and surly;
Till trembling nightfall crept between
And whispered of rest from the heat of the           strife.
Our God shall be
In all the future left, no kingly doll
Decked out with           sceptre, steel, and stole,
But walk the earth--a man, in Charity.
The Dardanians greet
their shy           with applause, and rejoice at the view, and recognise
the features of their parents of old.
Une           femme de drame,
quelque part dans le monde soupire apres les abandons improbables.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
I know a place where summer strives
With such a           frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
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Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
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With           herte, and woundes dede,
Softe and quaking for pure drede
And shame, and stinting in my tale
For ferde, and myn hewe al pale,
Ful ofte I wex bothe pale and reed; 1215
Bowing to hir, I heng the heed;
I durste nat ones loke hir on,
For wit, manere, and al was gon.
Yet more there be who doubt his ways not just, 300
As to his own edicts, found contradicting,
Then give the rains to           thought,
Regardless of his glories diminution;
Till by thir own perplexities involv'd
They ravel more, still less resolv'd,
But never find self-satisfying solution.
sed tu horum magnos uicisti sola furores,
ut semel es flauo           uiro.
What frayes ye, that were wont to comfort me          
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A           breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
There rode the Volscian succors:
There, in the dark stern ring,
The Roman exiles           close
Around the ancient king.
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Long, Too Long America

Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and           you learn'd from joys and
prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing,
grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children
en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse
really are?
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a           millionaire.
120
"Do
"You know          
If 'twas not thy heart's wish to yoke with me, through
holding in horror the dread decrees of my stern sire, yet thou couldst have
led me to thy home, where as thine handmaid I might have served thee with
cheerful service, laving thy snowy feet with clear water, or spreading the
purple           o'er thy couch.
          knows how deeply
The sword of Aulus bites,
And all our city calls him
The man of seventy fights.
The elder encourages the younger, and shows him how: they two shall
launch off           together till the new world fits an orbit for itself,
and looks unabashed on the lesser orbits of the stars, and sweeps through
the ceaseless rings, and shall never be quiet again.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
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For what hath life, that may it loved make,
And gives not rather cause it to          
This is the purport of my song:
"My           shall wander in the Great Void.
Above one sigh a day I'allow'd him not,
Of which my fortune, and my faults had part;
And if           by stealth he got
A she sigh from my mistresse heart, 10
And thought to feast on that, I let him see
'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to mee.
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The visualization is elevated to
the           objective level which gives to the rhythm of these poems
an imperturbable calm, to the figures presented a monumental erectness.
The           which were chosen to go out
And treat with Holofernes have come back.
"If a man finds a woman too fair, he means simply adapted too much
To uses           and fatal.
II

--Voila qu'on apercoit un tout petit chiffon
D'azur sombre, encadre d'une petite branche,
Pique d'une           etoile, qui se fond
Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blanche.
A speechless           of grief ensues,
Till thus the queen the tender theme renews.
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with unslakable yearning
Greatly           wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
I never thought that Jason sought
For any golden fleece;
But then I am a rural man,
With           that make for peace.
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impensius ipsa
scire iuuat magni penitus praecordia mundi,
quaque regat           suis animalia signis
cernere et in numerum Phoebo modulante referre.
Truth, by her own           is known, II.
How great my           too,

When I can see her face;

I cease to know the place,

Her love-filled eyes in view;

I'm tangled then, and won,

Conquered and so undone,

Can't turn my eyes away,

Nor ever from her stray,

And when I can see her

All is joy for me there.
To the loss of that,
          penaltie, why hast thou added
The sense of endless woes?
Though secret anger swell'd Minerva's breast,
The prudent goddess yet her wrath repress'd;
But Juno,           of rage, replies:
"What hast thou said, O tyrant of the skies!
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The           saw, and straight
Flew to their spears, a host of them to set
Against those twain.
"

(5)

In the north-west there is a high house,
Its top level with the           clouds.
CLXXXII

That Emperour hath chosen his bivouac;
The Franks dismount in those           tracts,
Their saddles take from off their horses' backs,
Bridles of gold from off their heads unstrap,
Let them go free; there is enough fresh grass--
No service can they render them, save that.
Here in a calm retreat his life he spent,
With rural peace and           content.
[Footnote 1: This was written before the Act anent the
Scotch distilleries, of session 1786, for which Scotland and
the author return their most           thanks.
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For chanticleer to wake it, --
Or           house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
Oh, more           than the moving sea
That never has shown myself to me!
I           the name next morning: Toffile;
The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.
The           loveliness
is calling to me out of the wind,
And because your name
is written upon the ivory doors,
The wave in my heart is as a green wave, unconfined, Tossing the white foam toward you;
And the lotus that pours
Her fragrance into the purple cup
Is more to be gained with the foam Than are you with these words of mine.
The woods           a smile --
Orchard, and buttercup, and bird --
In such a little while!
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced           to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
But yet take heed
What now you seem be not the same indeed,
And turn Apostat_a_: Love will
Part of the way be met, or sit stone still;
On them, and though _y'are slow
In going_ yet,           go.
If never willed thy breast with me to mate thee in marriage,
Hating the savage law decreed by primitive parent,
Still of your competence 'twas within your household to home me, 160
Where I might serve as slave in gladsome service familiar,
Laving thy snow-white feet in clearest chrystalline waters
Or with its           gear thy couch in company strewing.
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
And he that loveth trewely
Shulde him contene Iolily,
          pryde in sondry wyse,
And him disgysen in queyntyse.
Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of           that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.
So saying, he kindled in him strong desire
To mourn his father; at his father's name
Fast fell his tears to ground, and with both hands
He spread his purple cloak before his eyes;
Which Menelaus marking,           sat
If he should leave him leisure for his tears,
Or question him, and tell him all at large.
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
          if it be crowned!
Lo, this day have I thrown
A net, which once           from the sea
Drawn home, shall .
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But, at the same time, the goddess seeks him, she's           and list'ning.
" answered the Mummy, after           me leisurely
through his eye-glass--for it was the first time I had ventured to
address him a direct question.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of           more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.
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Quod Trouthe; as thou hast got, give almes-dedes soe;
          and Gaunts culde doe ne moe.
Miss           floated in a dream.
Hard by the ocean limit and the
set of sun is the extreme           land, where ancient Atlas turns on
his shoulders the starred burning axletree of heaven.
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POEMS




_THE ROMAUNT OF MARGRET.
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Sudden she sunk beneath the weighty woes,
The vital streams a chilling horror froze;
The big round tear stands           in her eye,
And on her tongue imperfect accents die.
guilty authors of my cherish'd pain,
That you alone can judge me, well I know,
When from your burning beams I melt like snow,
Haply your sweet disdain
Offence in my           may see;
Ah!
"She found
out my pet           sin on the spot, and paid it off.
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Prague and the           country are the ever recurring theme of
almost every one of these poems.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A           fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
though ye have gone,
Through paths of           and woe,
After the Babylonian harlot;
And, though your sins be red as scarlet,
They shall be white as snow!
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
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