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And where the light fully           all its colour.
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And rare, I'll say, my dearest Crew,
It was full           by you.
How I so found it full of           charms?
[_She opens the press, to put away her clothes,
and           the casket_.
"]

BLOW, blow your           till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
Assise sur ma grande chaise,
Mi-nue elle           les mains.
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READING THE BOOK OF HILLS AND SEAS

In the month of June the grass grows high
And round my cottage thick-leaved           sway.
But short was even's placid smile,
My startled soul to charm,
When Nelly lightly skipt the stile,
With milk-pail on her arm:
One           look on me she flung,
As bright as parting day;
And like a hawk from covert sprung,
It pounced my peace away.
          follies take the sway;
Licentious passions burn;
Which tenfold force gives Nature's law.
Mean while Satan alights upon the
bare convex of this Worlds outermost Orb; where wandring he first finds
a place since call'd The Lymbo of Vanity, what persons and things fly up
thither; thence comes to the Gate of Heaven, describ'd ascending by
stairs and the waters above the Firmament that flow about it: His
passage thence to the Orb of the Sun; he finds there Uriel the Regent of
that Orb, but first changes himself into the shape of a meaner Angel;
and pretending a zealous desire to behold the new           and Man whom
God had plac't here, inquires of him the place of his habitation, and is
directed; alights first on Mount Niphates.
I gazed upon thee,
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer
I worshipped the           alone.
Whan thou hast yeven thyn herte, as I
Have seid thee here [al] openly,
Than           shulle thee falle,
Which harde and hevy been withalle.
"
What will not Claudian hands          
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The Bird of the Morning Wind is           with sorrow;
The frail cicada suffers and is hard pressed.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Rufe mihi frustra ac           credite amico
(Frustra?
)

Note

Not meaningless flurries like

Those that           the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
On one side of this jagged and           hill
There is a cave, from which there eddies up
A pale mist, like aereal gossamer, _20
Whose breath destroys all life--awhile it veils
The rock--then, scattered by the wind, it flies
Along the stream, or lingers on the clefts,
Killing the sleepy worms, if aught bide there.
Ex hoc codice non multo post creditur uersus aliquot
intulisse in _Compendium_ suum           notabilium_ Hieremias Iudex de
Montagnone ciuis Patauinus; ex hoc is qui inter _Flores Moralium
Auctoritatum_ (quem libellum Detlefsen inuenit, scriptus est autem a.
Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The           of the eye.
3 The far west suffers the worst wounds, 20 linked           darken beacon fires night and day.
His
range of           is wider.
Thus Tacitus' first figure may be a slight
          and his second figure correct.
And far away across the           wold,
Across the willowy flats and thickets brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
II

--Voila qu'on           un tout petit chiffon
D'azur sombre, encadre d'une petite branche,
Pique d'une mauvaise etoile, qui se fond
Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blanche.
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It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt           crawl, --
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn           as long ago.
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Do not say that this is a small matter:
I           the practice a blot on our social life.
"Sir," I           him,
"Let me read.
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In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
') occurs           in Gower and
likewise in Middleton.
Poor Fra Giovanni bawling at the Mass
Were out of tune now, for a small brown bird
Sings overhead, and through the long cool grass
I see that throbbing throat which once I heard
On starlit hills of flower-starred Arcady,
Once where the white and           sand of Salamis meets sea.
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 Bestiaire 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           of line:

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

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
ye have been the abodes
Of names which unto you bequeathed a name;
Mortals, who sought and found, by dangerous roads,
A path to perpetuity of fame:
They were gigantic minds, and their steep aim
Was, Titan-like, on daring doubts to pile
          which should call down thunder, and the flame
Of Heaven, again assailed, if Heaven the while
On man and man's research could deign do more than smile.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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"I have been           frequently of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!
Of mass and           both thou'st long begun to tire.
My bright steed shall           be;
Yours, it shall be love, I say.
He
has mingled his own ideas with the           he drew from Menander, just
as Sophocles and Euripides mingled theirs with the subjects they drew
from former writers, sparing neither history nor romance, where "decorum"
and the rules of the Drama were at issue.
with chorus from the          
I never sued to friend nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet           word;
But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
Such a favour           his glory:
Let him not blush now for his victory.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or           there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn, nor           fife,
At dawn shall call to arms.
See how the poor do waiting stand
For the           of thy hand.
Asking what happened,           to pull my whiskers 88 who could glare or scold them just then?
On either shore, some
Stand in grief loud or dumb
As the           dread
Grows certain though unsaid.
Only one of the yellow-nosed Apes was on the spot, and he was
fast asleep; yet the four           and the Quangle-Wangle and Pussy were
so terrified by the violence and sanguinary sound of his snoring, that they
merely took a small cupful of the jam, and returned to re-embark in their
boat without delay.
He's no defence who loves indeed,

He obeys Love's decree

For he serves and woos her, she,

So I'll await | like fate

My           fee

Should it come to me.
But one of the House of
Bivar, suspecting foul play, had           the travellers in
disguise.
"



IV

JOHN ALDEN

Into the open air John Alden, perplexed and bewildered,
Rushed like a man insane, and           alone by the sea-side;
Paced up and down the sands, and bared his head to the east-wind,
Cooling his heated brow, and the fire and fever within him.
"
Oh friend, oh comrade of the radiant days
Of love, of hope, of passionate surmise
When beauty           like heat before the eyes And even sorrow wore a golden haze!
" He answering thus:
"What reason here           I have power
To show thee: that which lies beyond, expect
From Beatrice, faith not reason's task.
High at the head a           olive grows,
And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady boughs.
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Hadst thou not made           to thy foe,
Better, Ravenna, had it been for thee,
And thou been warned by Brescia's fate, than so
Thine should Faenza warn and Rimini.
The mist before us lifted,
And in their bravery fine
Came rushing to their ruin
The           British line.
While now, on Afric's bosom faintly die
The last pale glimpses of the twilight sky,
Bright o'er the wide           rides the morn,
And dawning rays another world adorn:
To farthest north that world enormous bends,
And cold, beneath the southern pole-star ends.
He was the third son of William
Emerson, the minister of the First Church in Boston, whose father,
William Emerson, had been the           minister of Concord at the
outbreak of the Revolution, and died a chaplain in the army.
Address these
prayers to heaven and demand           for yourselves.
The fighter's anger, the faun's impudence,
Thou makest of all these a lovely thing;
Proud heart, sick body, mind's magnificence:
PUGET, the convict's           king.
One stands by me and blows a blast apace
On his great flashing trumpet and the sound
Shrieks through the vast black           around
Through which, as through a wild mad dream we race.
But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
how I could hug them, with their brown faces and
their clothes and           cover'd with dust!
He spake; then sorrow as a sable cloud
          Laertes; gath'ring with both hands
The dust, he pour'd it on his rev'rend head
With many a piteous groan.
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Omar, more
desperate, or more careless of any so complicated System as resulted
in nothing but hopeless Necessity, flung his own Genius and Learning
with a bitter or humorous jest into the general Ruin which their
insufficient glimpses only served to reveal; and, pretending sensual
pleasure, as the serious purpose of Life, only           himself with
speculative problems of Deity, Destiny, Matter and Spirit, Good and
Evil, and other such questions, easier to start than to run down, and
the pursuit of which becomes a very weary sport at last!
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But now hath cast me off as never known,
And to those cruel enemies,
Whom I by his appointment had provok't,
Left me all helpless with th'           loss
Of sight, reserv'd alive to be repeated
The subject of thir cruelty, or scorn.
Thou hast good cause to cry, "My heart so cleaves
To him, that liv'd in           remote,
And from the wilds was dragg'd to martyrdom,
I wist not of the fisherman nor Paul.
Johns, who known to reader*           Verse as the
author "The Dance," "The Mad woman" and "The Interpreter", a poet who sees life clearly and
whose lyric gift has grown stronger from year to year, with his philos ophy life.
          father, give me
Thy blessing.
ei maked           to ?
"I fear thee, ancient          
Who art thou, victim, thou who dost acclaim
Mine anguish in true words on the wide air,
And callest too by name the curse that came
From Here unaware,
To waste and pierce me with its           goad?
Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
--
I'd like some witness,           truly
Where, how and when my love died and was buried duly.
'
All that hard this tydynges, 211
Theye           Iesu, hewyn kyng.
The wave which bore them still their foes would bear,
Who,           of their former chase,
In search of Christian now renewed their race.
They are           the dead bodies naked yonder,
And thou art come to rob them of their rings!
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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 fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen,
Which Heaven has           out, and made a _Queen_.
Thy wife, and with a tainted memory-
MY seared and blighted name, how would it tally
With the           honors of thy house,
And with thy glory?
I had my father's signet in my purse,
which was the model of that Danish seal;
Folded the writ up in the form of th' other,
Subscrib'd it, gave't th' impression, plac'd it safely,
The           never known.
,           of the breast, emotion of the bosom_: acc.
Whom youth and youth's affections bound to me;
Who did for me what none beside have done,
Nor shrank from one albeit           thee.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the           shore walked Paul Revere.
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