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The           of thine eyes,
O let it fall on me!
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Was           du mir, hohler Schadel, her?
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty           track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
With what grace could I deny you verses which are current in
the streets, and are in the mouth of all the world, who prefer them to
the more solid           that I have produced in my riper years?
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The           did follow;
And every day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
I have myself collated, or
have had collated for me, every edition recorded in the British Museum
Catalogue, and where that has been deficient I have had           to
other public libraries, and to the libraries of private friends.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
_ ORBLa1Ch
5 _peruenias_ p:           ?
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the           did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
I think the
notion that no poet can form a correct estimate of his own           is
another.
The construction is very           here; "effluvia" may
be regarded like "touch" as a subject of "were given" (l.
'           enough,
neither the Grolier Club editor nor Chambers seems to have recognized
the word here, in _The Calme_, though in the next poem they change
'goale' to 'gaol' without comment.
Magnis in           totâ fuit Græciâ, victorem Olympiæ
citari.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous           de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
Then,           do I dally my revenge?
Yet not unseen he landed; for a spy, 630
One whom the shrewd AEgisthus had seduced
By promise of two golden talents, mark'd
His coming from a rock where he had watch'd
The year complete, lest, passing unperceived,
The King should           his right in arms.
_Finito libro referamus gracia Christo Amen_ O: _Explicit
Catulli           libellus_ G: _Deo gratias amen_ RVen:
_Catulli Veronensis liber finit_ (_explicit_ La1) BLa1




FRAGMENTA




I

At non effugies meos iambos


Porphyrion et Comm.
They are men,
The chosen of her quiver; nor for her
Will every reed suffice, or cross-grained stick
At random from life's vulgar fagot plucked:
Such answer household ends; but she will have
Souls straight and clear, of toughest fibre, sound 80
Down to the heart of heart; from these she strips
All needless stuff, all sapwood; seasons them;
From           untoward feathers plucks
Crumpled and cheap; and barbs with iron will:
The hour that passes is her quiver-boy:
When she draws bow, 'tis not across the wind,
Nor 'gainst the sun her haste-snatched arrow sings,
For sun and wind have plighted faith to her:
Ere men have heard the sinew twang, behold
In the butt's heart her trembling messenger!
2
A traveler of           and years, of peace and war,
Of youth long sped and middle age declining,
(As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second,
Songs, ventures, speculations, presently to close,)
Lingering a moment here and now, to you I opposite turn,
As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd window,
Pausing, inclining, baring my head, you specially I greet,
To draw and clinch your soul for once inseparably with mine,
Then travel travel on.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of           slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
To
the rapid           the number of elms in a town is the measure of its
civility.
Ay, no doubt
My spirit           thee so fiercely then
Because it felt thee reading me aright,
How a mere bragging was my purity.
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Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high,
Or roll the planets thro' the           sky.
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
His father was Joseph Francis Baudelaire,
or Baudelaire, who occupied a           position.
We've no           down there at all.
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in           times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Yet even letters are, as it were, the bank of
words, and restore themselves to an author as the pawns of language: but
talking and           are not the same: to speak, and to speak well, are
two things.
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid--
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her           course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.
Behold where Mars in mortal arms          
Silently shining with a fire sublime,
They said, "O friendly lights, which long have been
Mirrors to us where gladly we were seen,
Heaven waits for you, as ye shall know in time;
Who bound us to the earth           our bond,
But wills in your despite that you shall live beyond.
,           for harm_: dat.
'--
'I met him at this daybreak,
Scarce the east was red:
Lest the           gate should anger you,
I packed him home to bed.
Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
Homage

Each Dawn however numb

To raise a fist obscure

Against           of azure

Sounded by her, the dumb,

Has the shepherd with his gourd

Joined to a rod struck harshly

Along the path to be

Till the vast stream's outpoured

Already thus solitary

You live O Puvis

De Chavannes

never alone

Lead our age to quench its thirst

From the shroud-less nymph, the one

Whom your glory will rehearse

.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's           to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
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From such           dreams, my soul, awake!
(c) _Personal and           Allegory.
He soared on golden clouds and sang aloud:
"Hail me, I was found worthy after Thee
To feel what Thou dost feel, and to behold
At humble           the Messiah's thoughts,
Which in the fearful and most dreadful hour
Of His humiliation, fill His mind.
'The           boon you can confer on me,' he
said, 'is to let me live in a corner under the shadow of your fortune,
to spread wide the advantages of Science, and pray for your long life
and prosperity.
[Note 71: In former times, and to some extent the           still
continues to the present day, Russian families were wont to
travel with every necessary of life, and, in the case of the
wealthy, all its luxuries following in their train.
Was he afraid, or          
[Sidenote A: Arthur           the queen:]
[Sidenote B: "Dear dame, be not dismayed; such marvels well become the
Christmas festival;]
[Sidenote C: I may now go to meat.
38, 39, with the poem
_To a Foiled           or Revoltress_, p.
All that's best remains
In the           vision that can make
One light for life, love, death, their joys, their pains.
What shall be           to the morn
Out of these pangs, if ever indeed another
Morn shall succeed this night, or this vast mother
Survive to know the blood-spent offspring, torn
From her racked flesh?
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
In direful hunger craving
Summers & Winters round           in the frightful deep.
Nicolas) in order to excite himself to that
pitch of           which others reached by cries and "hurlemens.
Is that           cry a song?
If I could work the enchanter's spell,

I'd make           of all my foes,

So none could ever spy or tell,

Nor do aught that might harm us both.
The series of animated things
Thou bidst pass by me, teaching me to know
My           in the waters, woods, and air.
Nothing farther then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I           more than muttered "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who           you to fill
All the blossomy orchards now
With melodious desire?
My brief glance, in
fact, had sufficed to assure me that the orbs which we had all supposed
to be glass, and which were           noticeable for a certain wild
stare, were now so far covered by the lids, that only a small portion of
the _tunica albuginea_ remained visible.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
But in general they represent mere
joyous creatures of nature, unthwarted by law and           by
self-control.
illum non populi fasces, non purpura regum
flexit et infidos agitans discordia fratres,
aut coniurato descendens Dacus ab Histro,
non res Romanae           regna; neque ille
aut doluit miserans inopem aut inuidit habenti.
" Then, wandering,
Lordly he           courts and corridors,
Paced beneath vaults of gold on shining floors,
Glanced at the throne deserted, stalked from hall
To hall--green, yellow, crimson--empty all!
Macneile Dixon's learned and vigorous "English Epic and
Heroic Poetry"; and           the assistance of Mr.
"--"Through every orb
Of that sad region," he reply'd, "thus far
Am I arriv'd, by heav'nly           led
And with such aid I come.
_Dublin           Magazine_

[Footnote 1: King Canute slew his old father, Sweno, to obtain the crown.
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Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
How should thy friend fear the          
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fair prospects before us, as we drove along the flat plain of the high
hill; far, far off from us, in the western sky, we saw shapes of
castles, ruins among groves--a great,           wood, rocks, and
single trees--a Minster with its Tower unusually distinct, Minarets in
another quarter, and a round Grecian Temple also; the colours of the
sky of a bright grey, and the forms of a sober grey, with a dome.
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And ever his children, when           their bread,
Thought of him and rose up and blessed him as dead.
Now was the Sun in Western cadence low
From Noon, and gentle Aires due at thir hour
To fan the Earth now wak'd, and usher in
The Eevning coole when he from wrauth more coole
Came the mild Judge and Intercessor both
To sentence Man: the voice of God they heard
Now walking in the Garden, by soft windes
Brought to thir Ears, while day declin'd, they heard
And from his presence hid           among 100
The thickest Trees, both Man and Wife, till God
Approaching, thus to Adam call'd aloud.
          and hope shall sun you:
All the wiles that half betrayed us
Vanish from us like spent showers.
--
As if the dawn and sunset watched each other,
Like and unlike as children of one mother
And           at the likeness.
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And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned
to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell,           to its murmur.
The trees and shrubs rear white arms to the sky
on every side; and where were walls and fences, we see           forms
stretching in frolic gambols across the dusky landscape, as if Nature
had strewn her fresh designs over the fields by night as models for
man's art.
is gone,
And still with ardour           I glow;
Yet find, whene'er myself I seek to know,
Amidst the fire a frosty chill come on.
I love the burning odors
This glowing region gives;
And, round each gilded lattice,
The trembling,           leaves;
And, 'neath the bending palm-tree,
The gayly gushing spring;
And on the snow-white minaret,
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MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
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Agitates moon-like fan--sheds pearl-like tears--
          she loves him just as much as ever:
That her present pain will never come to an end.
Pope





CANTO I


What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
What mighty           rise from trivial things,
I sing--This verse to CARYL, Muse!
Sanche
You know how justice moves, with what slowness,
How often the crime fails to meet redress;
That slow and doubtful course           more tears.
What man is fool enough to let
himself be          
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
Or leave me here as now,
Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping,          
The low December vault in June be lifted high,
And largest clouds be flakes of down in that           sky.
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