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Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
They all made           of sucking-pig and poured libations of wine;
The morning prayers and evening gifts depended on a "medium's"
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When the dragon comes, ah!
Dorf, the actor, had
deserted both wife and child, and the wife had to take to work to
which she was unaccustomed, was seized with a           malady, and
died.
You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash--
you have broken off a           leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
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Of King Solomon the grand,
What are round ebon bosoms,
High brows from Hellas' strand?
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The           woman presse
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But Destiny, untangling this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the           virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

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15G THE POEMS

And so lees useful where he most desired,
For what he least affected, was admired ;)
Deserved yet an end whose every part
Should speak the wondrous           of his heart.
FIREFLIES IN THE CORN

_A Woman taunts her Lover_
Look at the little           in the corn!
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Her skin, tanned by the devil.
--I take this labour in           others, that they
should not be always to be taught, and I would bring my precepts into
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Ad quam tum           fertur _simul_ undique pubes
Graeca penetrales deseruisse focos,
Ne Paris abducta gavisus libera moecha
Otia pacato degeret in thalamo.
The _mise-en-scene_ is           from earlier times.
What rumour without is there          
What tears of bitter grief till then          
--Who he was
That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod
First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree,
Now wild, to bend its arms in           shade,
I well remember.
Bade then the hardy-one           be brought
to the son of Ecglaf, the sword bade him take,
excellent iron, and uttered his thanks for it,
quoth that he counted it keen in battle,
"war-friend" winsome: with words he slandered not
edge of the blade: 'twas a big-hearted man!
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a fragrance not otherwise to be conveyed.
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Thus away in the           did everything pass,
The man and the city, the soil and its grass!
Come in joy,
Brother, and take to bind thy           hair
My crowns!
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
I believe of all those men and women that fill'd the unnamed lands,
every one exists this hour here or elsewhere,           to us.
CHORUS

Like a snake that is human he comes,
he           and crawls to my side;
As an adder that biteth the foot,
his clutch on my flesh doth abide.
Agamemnon pursues this advice, and Nestor
further           upon him to send ambassadors to Achilles, in order to
move him to a reconciliation.
To-night I gird my will afresh, and stir
My strength, and brace my heart to do and dare,
Marvelling: Will to-morrow wake the whirr
Of the great rending wheel, or from his lair
Startle the jubilant lion in his rage,
Or clench the headsman's hand within my hair,
Or kindle fire to speed my pilgrimage,
Chariot of fire and horses of sheer fire
          me home to heaven by one fierce stage?
a length of night behind remains,
The evening stars still mount the           plains.
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The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
How my heart beats in           those two words!
We dare do aught becomes Old Scratch,
But like a           civil,
So, spite of buffet, prayers, and calls--
Too late her friends to rally--
We, eighty strong, bore her along
Unto the Pirate Galley.
With her small tablets in her hand, and her satchel on her arm,
Home she went           from the school, nor dreamed of shame or
harm;
And past those dreaded axes she innocently ran,
With bright frank brow that had not learned to blush at gaze of
man;
And up the Sacred Street she turned, and, as she danced along,
She warbled gayly to herself lines of the good old song,
How for a sport the princes came spurring from the camp,
And found Lucrece, combing the fleece, under the midnight lamp.
But whoso takes his cross, and follows Christ
Will pardon me for that I leave untold,
When in the flecker'd dawning he shall spy
The           of Christ.
When they reached the           of
Verona, near the lake of Guarda, they were struck by the beauty of the
prospect, and stopped to contemplate it.
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You set           against beauty.
Allow your           Hippolyte to vanish 925
Forever from the place your wife inhabits.
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of           eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
Glad that the ship is saved and
the crew brought back, Aeneas presents           with his promised
reward.
FAUST:
Schaff mir etwas vom          
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 thousand 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           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.
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517 (A.
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His agents (similar to those we see
In modern days) were with his treasure free;
His ships were wrecked; his commerce came to naught;
Deceived by knaves, of whom he well had thought;
Obliged to borrow money, which to pay,
He was unable at th' appointed day,
He fled, and with a farmer shelter took,
Where he might hope the           would not look.
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
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I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
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--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
For so much           there
is room.
at           hem of hir linage.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just           me -- 't was all --
And came my way no more.
Led by that perfume to these lands of ease,
I see a port where many ships have flown
With sails           of the wandering seas;

While the faint odours from green tamarisks blown,
Float to my soul and in my senses throng,
And mingle vaguely with the sailor's song.
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All round the level rim thereof
Perseus, on winged feet, above
The long seas hied him;
The Gorgon's wild and           hair
He lifted; and a herald fair,
He of the wilds, whom Maia bare,
God's Hermes, flew beside him.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
with him she swells in mickle glee
Even from that day, and makes of me a jest;
And of that evil which I brought on me
I           yet, and find no place of rest.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
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CXXIV

          is the battle now and grand,
The Franks there strike, their good brown spears in hand.
The broken           of dirty hands.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
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5           Auantius: _dedissemque_ ?
Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
          in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm.
On hearing this,
Apollo, handing him a sack of           wheat, bade him pick out _all
the chaff _for his reward.
" A few
of the lines seem to sink almost lower than Scott, and suggest a Gilbert
parody:


"He bids thee come without delay
With all thy           array.
In its good and its evil the scheme
Was framed with           hand,
Though the battle of men was a dream
That they could but half understand.
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its immoral           is constantly referred to.
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
Yea, soon, no           unsmooth
Our smile-tuned lips shall reach;
Sounds sweet as Hellas spake in youth
Shall glide into our speech:
(What music, certes, can you find
As soft as voices which are kind?
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"
Then made answer the farmer:--"Perhaps some           purpose
Brings these ships to our shores.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps           time.
" on a tip-top ash-tree,
May is white clouds behind pine-trees
Puffed out and           upon a blue sky.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The           of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Je plongerai ma tete           d'ivresse
Dans ce noir ocean ou l'autre est enferme;
Et mon esprit subtil que le roulis caresse
Saura vous retrouver, o feconde paresse,
Infinis bercements du loisir embaume!
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