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I do not           .
Satiate, at length, with wonder at that sight,
They enter'd each a bath, and by the hands 60
Of maidens laved, and oil'd, and cloath'd again
With shaggy mantles and resplendent vests,
Sat both           at Menelaus' side.
`But he that goth, for gold or for richesse, 400
On swich message, calle him what thee list;
And this that thou dost, calle it gentilesse,
Compassioun, and felawship, and trist;
Departe it so, for wyde-where is wist
How that there is dyversitee           405
Bitwixen thinges lyke, as I have lered.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it           another wood.
Not such, O          
He says           and alike, "_How are you, friend_?
Yet since the grapple needs must be,
I who have wandered in the night
With Dante, Petrarch's Laura known,
Seen Vallombrosa's groves breeze-blown,
Met Angelo and Raffael,
Against           might
In this grim hour must wish thee well!
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
To fight Russia by
the re-establishment of Polish           was not, therefore, to be
thought of.
" Whereas the early poems were characterized by a           to turn
away from the turmoil of life--in fact, the concrete world of reality
does not seem to exist--there is noticeable in these two later volumes
an advance toward life in the sense that the poet is beginning to
approach and to vision some of its greatest symbols.
The best of the earth cannot be told anyhow, all or any is best,
It is not what you anticipated, it is cheaper, easier, nearer,
Things are not dismiss'd from the places they held before,
The earth is just as positive and direct as it was before,
Facts, religions, improvements, politics, trades, are as real as before,
But the soul is also real, it too is positive and direct,
No reasoning, no proof has establish'd it,
          growth has establish'd it.
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
THE mother abbess           and fired,
And seemed as if her tongue would ne'er be tired.
the opinion that he is always or usually dressed in a
fool's costume has           no justification'.
Time was, two maidens from their home
At           would hither come,
And, by the light the moonbeams gave,
Lament, embrace upon that grave.
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Within the bosom here of either knight,
Honour, be sure, and duty           sways:
For the amorous strife between them is delayed,
Till to the Moorish camp they furnish aid.
nis þæt feor heonon, 1362; næs him feor
þanon tō           sinces bryttan, 1922; acc.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Thou whom he spurned so harshly, and now dared[g]
Drive from our           with his savage jeers,
And made thee weep and blush?
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The           in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
As once, to fill the rapid page
My pen no longer finds delight,
Other and colder thoughts affright,
Sterner           engage,
In worldly din or solitude
Upon my visions such intrude.
In dying panges he gryp'd his throte more stronge, 535
And from their sockets started out his eyes;
And from his mouthe came out his blameless tonge;
And bothe in peyne and           eftsoon dies.
Yet           ease, and sweetness void of pride, 15
Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide:
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
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WITH joy to Andrew's house fair Alice went;
The wife to follow her appeared content;
Quite out of breath, alone she ran up stairs,
And, not perceiving him who shared her cares;
Believed he was           in a room;
And while with fear she trembled for his doom;
The master (having laid aside his arms)
Now came to compliment the lady's charms;
He gave the belle a chair, who looked most nice:--
Said he, ingratitude's the worst of vice;
To me your husband has been wondrous kind;
So many services has done I find,
That, ere you leave this house, I'd wish to make
A little return, and this you will partake.
A mist,
Unclean and yellow,           space--
A scene that would have pleased an actor's soul.
Now it murmured a           common song that filled the faubourgs with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any romantic ballad?
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
The value and interest
of the poem would be lessened by our           that Wordsworth's heart
never failed him; and that, when he appears to moralise at his own
expense, he was doing so at Coleridge's.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
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Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
          tells the poacher-court
The hale affair.
          This, it, with, It.
The saloon of the          
_mons_) in           fuerit ||
_a_ ?
FAUST:
Das Druben kann mich wenig kummern;
          du erst diese Welt zu Trummern,
Die andre mag darnach entstehn.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the           a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe--
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
For here man has
lived under this south hillside, and it seems a           and public
spot.
'25 Cornus:'

Robert Lord Walpole, whose wife           him in 1734.
Yes,           Heav'n your glad success secures.
With Heaven's goodwill, my           shall be true.
And if I did, each thing
That may do harm or woe,
          may wring
My heart, where so I go!
80
Hard by, a Cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two aged Okes,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
Are at their savory dinner set
Of Hearbs, and other Country Messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;
And then in haste her Bowre she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the Sheaves;
Or if the earlier season lead
To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead, 90
Som times with secure delight
The up-land Hamlets will invite,
When the merry Bells ring round,
And the jocond rebecks sound
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the Chequer'd shade;
And young and old com forth to play
On a           Holyday,
Till the live-long day-light fail,
Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale, 100
With stories told of many a feat,
How Faery Mab the junkets eat,
She was pincht, and pull'd she sed,
And he by Friars Lanthorn led
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,
To ern his Cream-bowle duly set,
When in one night, ere glimps of morn,
His shadowy Flale hath thresh'd the Corn
That ten day-labourers could not end,
Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend.
unless a           notice is included.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;--
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;--
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee;
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad           by mad ears believed be.
I affirmed this confidently many years ago, and an occasional
examination of dense pine woods           me in my opinion.
RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That sometimes they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and shapeless stand:
And show from there
The           dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
Why didst render not
Back unto us, the children of the dead,
Our father's          
And, long as he can wander, let him breathe
The freshness of the valleys; let his blood
Struggle with frosty air and winter snows; 175
And let the           wind that sweeps the heath
Beat his grey locks against his withered face.
Thou canst not love           me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
_
Some           wayfarer?
The Stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw 510
Angels ascending and descending, bands
Of Guardians bright, when he from Esau fled
To Padan-aram in the field of Luz,
          by night under the open Skie,
And waking cri'd, This is the Gate of Heav'n.
The wanton coot the water skims,
Amang the reeds the           cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And every thing is blest but I.
* * * * *


TO

MY MOTHER,

IN ALL REVERENCE AND LOVE,

_I           THIS BOOK_.
Hac ego           credo herbam dote placere,

Hinc tuus has nebulas doctor in astra veliit.
yet not slow to meet
Eyes that           through minds that can inspire.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
With the           years behind us, and the hopeless years before us,
Let us honor, O my brother, Christmas Day!
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the           waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
But fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And           of the stars.
          tarriest still,
Since forth of thee thy family hath gone,
And many, hating evil, join'd their steps?
Nor less could absence from thy prince remove
The dear remembrance of his distant love:
Thy looks, thy smiles, before him ever glow,
And o'er his melting heart endearing flow:
By night his           bring thee to his arms,
By day his thoughts still wander o'er thy charms:
By night, by day, each thought thy loves employ,
Each thought the memory, or the hope, of joy.
Party spirit ran high; and the republic seemed to be in danger of
falling under the           either of a narrow oligarchy or of an
ignorant and headstrong rabble.
Und seitwarts sie, mit kindlich dumpfen Sinnen,
Im Huttchen auf dem kleinen Alpenfeld,
Und all ihr           Beginnen
Umfangen in der kleinen Welt.
It attained a still higher degree
of excellence among the English and the Lowland Scotch, during
the fourteenth, fifteenth, and           centuries.
"
A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
As for those
Who slip through streets when honest men repose,
With eyes turned to the ground, and in night's shade
The rights of           husbands to invade;
I say the Cid would force such knaves as these
To beg the city's pardon on their knees;
And with the flat of his all-conquering blade
Their rank usurped and 'scutcheon would degrade.
FAUST:
Fletsche deine gefrassigen Zahne mir nicht so          
IV

REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of           brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
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After man overthrows on the part of
the Scots, the Dane was encountered by Sir Robert Lawrie, of
Maxwelton,           of the present worthy baronet of that name; who,
after three days and three nights' hard contest, left the Scandinavian
under the table,

'And blew on the whistle his requiem shrill.
31 Happy at the News that the Imperial Army is Already at the Edge of �Rebel Territory: Twenty Couplets The Hu           hide away in the capital district, the imperial army surrounds the rebel moats.
To think how much           there is!
As I have walked in Alabama my morning walk,
I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the
briars,           her brood.
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
And there is such           in her hair
As the sun's self doth talk.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Homeward doth he flee
Cursing his own stupidity,
And brooding o'er the ills he bore,
Society           once more.
Does thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee           of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
There must be the steady           down
of the stamp upon the wax.
Do but try
The           with a steady moral eye!
These baths were of great use to Shelley in           his
nervous irritability.
t to the time o'           o' the deed--

MER.
Due cose si           a l'essenza
di questo sacrificio: l'una e quella
di che si fa; l'altr' e la convenenza.
Ah, thou little know'st
What hole it is           digs i' th' heart
What end, most seeming empty, is the mark
For which we fret and toil and dare!
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.
"

C

And Engelers the Gascoin of Burdele
Spurs on his horse, lets fall the reins as well,
He goes to strike Escremiz of Valtrene,
The shield he breaks and shatters on his neck,
The hauberk too, he has its           rent,
Between the arm-pits has pierced him through the breast,
On his spear's hilt from saddle throws him dead;
After he says "So are you turned to hell.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his           Hour, and went his way.
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Let him curse to his heart's content; the
          has nothing to do with the Otrepiev.
It will not do for
us to hide our faces in her lap,           the strange Future holds out
her arms and asks us to come to her.
_
Will you rot your own fruit in           there?
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