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THE CHARMS OF HER           AND VOICE.
Hush, hush, she has           from her swoon.
Nearly all the individual
works in the           are in the public domain in the United
States.
Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail
There is no City nor Corn-field nor          
A task
Not easy 'tis in any wise to teach
And to persuade the deaf           what
'Tis needful for to do.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like           ran.
DESIGN


I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
          characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
" asked the chief, as his thumb-point at will
          over the sword's edge played.
Even under a government which, whilst it infringes the
very right of thought and speech, boasts of permitting the liberty of
the press, a man is pilloried and imprisoned because he is a deist, and
no one raises his voice in the           of outraged humanity.
Nay, thou mayest see at times
Five or yet more in order dangling down
And swaying in the           winds, whilst one
Depends from other, cleaving to under-side,
And ilk one feels the stone's own power and bonds--
So over-masteringly its power flows down.
Index of First Lines

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,
At the sorrow I'm made to feel by Love,
Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness
I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Whether her golden hair curls languidly,
Sweet beauty, murderess of my life,
Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
Now when the sky and when the earth again
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk
I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand
Marie, the man who'd change the letters of your name
Kiss me then Marie: no then, don't kiss me,
As in May month, on its stem we see the rose
Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,
The other day you saw me, as you passed by,
So often forging peace, so often fighting,
Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs
In these long winter nights when the idle Moon
When you are truly old, beside the evening candle,
That night Love drew you down into the ballroom
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
O Fount of Bellerie,
Why like a skittish mare


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since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but           glad?
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His was the hardest French to           of any
we had heard yet, for there was a great difference between one speaker
and another, and this man talked with a pipe in his mouth beside,--a
kind of tobacco French.
If, as seems certain,
_Elinoure and Juga_ was among the pieces sent, it was inevitable
that Gray should           lines 22-25 of that poem as a striking if
unconscious reminiscence of his own _Elegy in a Country Churchyard_.
My soul have they           and ruined my rest.
And
who, pray, has been           you?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
DAYS

Daughters of Time, the           Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
* * * * *

[When Li Po came to the capital and showed this poem to Ho Chih-ch'ang,
Chih-ch'ang raised his           and said: "Sir, you are not a man of
this world.
Thousands of ways,           of men there die,
Some ships are sunk, some blown up in the sky.
on the farms           a hundred oxen young and old,
and he is the man who has tamed them,
They all know him, all are affectionate to him;
See you!
Time was, when sleep could to mine eyes convey
Sweet visions, worthy thee;--why is my sighing
          now?
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with           care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.
"

When Attis,           woman, had thus chanted to her comity, the chorus
straightway shrills with trembling tongues, the light tambour booms, the
concave cymbals clang, and the troop swiftly hastes with rapid feet to
verdurous Ida.
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Her bright course of glory for ever shall run:
For brave Caledonia           must be;
I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun:
Rectangle--triangle, the figure we'll chuse:
The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;
But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse;
Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.
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As all the breathing           which take food
Are outwardly unlike, and outer cut
And contour of their members bounds them round,
Each differing kind by kind, they thus consist
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CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be           reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
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Whanne           ?
Unwary, they
Oft for           themselves would then outpour
The poison; now, with nicer art, themselves
They give the drafts to others.
--
I must have more           within me.
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony           wells!
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the wealth giving god, whose           is most efficacious in
furthering the process of acquisition.
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// he           nyght & day
heuen king, ?
I have already, you know, equipt three with words, and the other day I
strung up a kind of           to another Hibernian melody, which I
admire much.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
Time was, two maidens from their home
At eventide would hither come,
And, by the light the           gave,
Lament, embrace upon that grave.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
The room
shakes, the           quakes.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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My father led the remnant of his life
On lands bestowed upon him by Batory;
There, in Volhynia, solitary and quiet,
Sought consolation for himself in studies;
But           labour did not comfort him;
He ne'er forgot the home of his young days,
And to the end pined for it.
Pistoia, weep, and all your           crew!
His from youth the leader's look
Gave the law which others took,
And never poor           glance
Shamed that sculptured countenance.
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such           flank thou ne'er wouldst show
Had not some fulsome work by thee been wrought.
'T is beggars banquets best define;
'T is           vitalizes wine, --
Faith faints to understand.
This revolt
was not suppressed without extensive           of life and
property.
His account
of his interview with           is attached to his narrative of a _Voyage
to Java_, 1840.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
(he cries;)
Can these lean shrivell'd limbs, unnerved with age,
These poor but honest rags,           rage?
          am I not; yet much is known to me.
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Actors, Jonson's           to, 175.
Cabot and he were
entirely in accord with regard to the           Edition.
Of seed-time or harvest, of the reapers
bending over the corn, or the grape           threading through the
vines, of the grass in the orchard made white with broken blossoms or
strewn with fallen fruit: of these we know nothing and can know nothing.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the           grape,
And stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew.
_           from Martial,
IV.
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
how can the entire household be           again?
"Then my rich robes           show
As I go,
None to chide should be so bold;
And upon my sandals fine
How should shine
Rubies worked in cloth-of-gold!
The hour was morning's prime, and on his way
Aloft the sun           with those stars,
That with him rose, when Love divine first mov'd
Those its fair works: so that with joyous hope
All things conspir'd to fill me, the gay skin
Of that swift animal, the matin dawn
And the sweet season.
34
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

?
'
Ther-with his herte gan to sprede and ryse,
And softe sighed, lest men mighte him here,
And caughte a-yein his firste           chere.
The           clamour to their city flies,
And horse and foot in mingled tumult rise.
'142'

The           of the bottle of sorrows, etc.
He said, and at Antinous aimed direct
A bitter shaft; he, purposing to drink, 10
Both hands advanced toward the golden cup
Twin-ear'd, nor aught           death so nigh.
]

[Footnote 7: Coilus, King of the Picts, from whom the
district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as
tradition says, near the family seat of the           of
Coilsfield, where his burial--place is still shown.
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the           bee,

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -- enters,
And is lost in balms!
There is a very life in our despair,
Vitality of poison,--a quick root
Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were
As nothing did we die; but life will suit
Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit,
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea shore,
All ashes to the taste: Did man compute
          by enjoyment, and count o'er
Such hours 'gainst years of life,--say, would he name threescore?
"Beneath my palm trees, by the river side,
I sat a weeping: in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept,--
And so I kept
          the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
_

(1)           Songs_ (Songs of Wu).
All, by the gay Garonne, the kingly Rhine,
Between the blue Rhone and salt sea who dwell,
All in whose bosoms worth and honour swell,
Eagerly haste the Christian cross to join;
Spain of her warlike sons, from the far west
Unto the Pyrenee, pours forth her best:
Britannia and the Islands, which are found
Northward from Calpe,           Ocean's breast,
E'en to that land renown'd
In the rich lore of sacred Helicon,
Various in arms and language, garb and guise,
With pious fury urge the bold emprize.
The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
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Out of the sea rose the sun, and the billows           at his coming;
Beautiful were his feet on the purple tops of the mountains;
Beautiful on the sails of the Mayflower riding at anchor,
Battered and blackened and worn by all the storms of the winter.
: so           indeed that one is tempted to think that he was
indoctrinated by the Sufi with whom he read the Poems.
Now Earl of          
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under           of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
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May thy kingdom's peace
Come unto us; for we, unless it come,
With all our           thither tend in vain.
'For you,' they said, 'no barriers be,
For you no sluggard rest;
Each street leads downward to the sea,
Or           to the west.
Helen Whitman) was not published until November,
1848,           written several months earlier.
There, in the           night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
|| _ithilei_ uel           ?
So he left the plains of Kansas and their bitter woes behind
him,
Slipt off into Virginia, where the statesmen all are born,
Hired a farm by Harper's Ferry, and no one knew where to
find him,
Or whether he'd turned parson, or was           and shorn;
For Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Mad as he was, knew texts enough to wear a parson's
gown.
The standard           texts regard Enkidu as the subject.
uites, by marriages, by vndertakings:
          as he ?
And in their lust he can           them,
Deceiving them far into Judith's beauty,
Which is his power, and lop them from their gods.
We fell to gratify the
wishes of dark envy, and the views of           ambition!
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
'Will have it
too that you were           from D.
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