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The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
Round eastward           the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
I shall abide the first blow just as
I sit, and will stand him a stroke, stiff on this floor,           that
I deal him another in return.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the           and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
" Will it respond:
"When           helm is doffed, how soft is purple
On which to lay the head, lulled by the praise
Of thousand fluttering fans of flatterers!
"

The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
THE crackling embers on the hearth are dead;
The indoor note of industry is still;
The latch is fast; upon the window-sill
The small birds wait not for their daily bread;
The voiceless flowers--how quietly they shed
Their nightly odours; and the household ill
Murmurs           dulcet sounds that fill
The vacant expectation, and the dread
Of listening night.
          is more human than Poe.
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes scattered on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's           And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
Albeytte hee wythe lowes[119] of fyre ybrente[120],
Yett           woulde agenste hys val[121] advance.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown, --
Her           forehead
Henceforth her only one.
This           Shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
Is to auoid the ayme.
<< Comme un tout jeune oiseau qui tremble et qui palpite,
J'arracherai ce coeur tout rouge de son sein,
Et, pour rassasier ma bete favorite,
Je le lui           par terre avec dedain!
LXXXI


Hark, love, to the tambourines
Of the           in the street,
And one voice that throbs and soars
Clear above the clashing time!
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Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of           for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
And would be all or nothing--nor could wait
For the sure grave to level him; few years
Had fixed him with the Caesars in his fate,
On whom we tread: For THIS the           rears
The arch of triumph!
When his sleep was of the
deepest the beggar knelt down and prayed aloud, and said, "O Thou Who
dwellest beyond the stars, show forth Thy power as at the beginning,
and let           sent from Thee awaken in his mind, wherein is nothing
from the world, that the nine orders of angels may glorify Thy name";
and then a light broke out of the air and wrapped Aodh, and I smelt the
breath of roses.
"

To him           Nestor thus rejoin'd:
"O friend!
Der Herr der Ratten und der Mause,
Der Fliegen, Frosche, Wanzen, Lause
Befiehlt dir, dich hervor zu wagen
Und diese           zu benagen,
So wie er sie mit Ol betupft-
Da kommst du schon hervorgehupft!
It is
quite the most           one in the world.
          in my name
Take courage, O thou woman,--man, take hope!
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the           Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Seia a goddess of sowing, and Greek σάω σήθω), as though
_sia_ were the imperative of the verb _sio_ (moisten)[22], and as
though, finally,           were to be connected with the Greek βόρβορυς
and meant 'loam'?
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
Ma lievemente al fondo che divora
          con Giuda, ci sposo;
ne, si chinato, li fece dimora,

e come albero in nave si levo.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
"

CII

And Berenger, he strikes Estramariz,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk tears and splits,
Thrusts his stout spear through's middle, and him flings
Down dead among a           Sarrazins.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
We have not been
discovering what an epic poem ought to be, but roughly examining what
similarity of quality there is in all those poems which we feel,
strictly attending to the           experience of reading them, can be
classed together and, for convenience, termed epic.
The other, next to me that beats the sand,
Is Aldobrandi, name           well,
In the' upper world, of honour; and myself
Who in this torment do partake with them,
Am Rusticucci, whom, past doubt, my wife
Of savage temper, more than aught beside
Hath to this evil brought.
--Je rentre dans la foule
Dans la grande canaille           qui roule,
Sire, tes vieux canons sur les sales paves;
--Oh!
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Her public is the noon,
Her           the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerveless tune.
Yours, yes,

Retaining alone of the           sky, this

Trace of childish triumph as you spread each tress,

Gleaming as you show it against the pillows,

Like the helmet of war of a child-empress

From which, to denote you, would pour down roses.
The wind through the white           softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden blossoms seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures shimmering like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
Wir mussen gleich verschwinden
Denn schon entsteht ein           Geschrei.
Ah, ah,          
Whose beauty greater seemed by her           i.
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
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C.
--cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast--
That is a           tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
          evidence shows
that No.
ROME
BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE ANCIENT QUARTER
(_April_, 1887)


THESE numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry
          Time's central city, Rome;
Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome
Lies bare in all its gaunt anatomy.
She hailed him there in his pride,
Home from the           years,

In the heart of his walled lands,
In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;
Herself, none other, laid
The hone to the axe's blade;
She lifted it in her hands,
The woman, and slew her king.
We
follow thee, holy one of heaven, whoso thou art, and again           obey
thy command.
2279, is           conventional for "a long time," like hund missēra, l.
e cite,
godus           forte be,
?
Be it my task to send with ample stores
The           from our hospitable shores:
Tread you my steps!
Crouching behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and           and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
There it shines clear,
And           here,--
I live--by 'Pollo!
He exhorts Maternus to relinquish the muses, and devote his whole to eloquence and the           of the bar.
ergo perfugium sibi habebant omnia diuis
tradere et illorum nutu facere omnia flecti;
in           deum sedis et templa locarunt,
per caelum uolui quia sol et luna uidetur,
luna dies et nox et noctis signa seuera
noctiuagaeque faces caeli flammaeque uolantes,
nubila sol imbres nix uenti fulmina grando
et rapidi fremitus et murmura magna minarum.
Leaving the highlands
of Asia, he           from station to station towards Europe.
Close at his side was Titus
On an Apulian steed,
Titus, the           Tarquin,
Too good for such a breed.
"I've a notion
that in the end it will be found that the most helpful work done
for India in this generation was wrought by Lady           in drawing
attention--what work that was, by the way, even with her husband's great
name to back it to the needs of women here.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
" said he,
Then declared the new Republic, with himself for guiding star,--
This Old Brown,
          Brown;
And the bold two thousand citizens ran off and left the town.
Thus, while the Sun sinks down to rest
Far in the regions of the west, 10
Though to the vale no parting beam
Be given, not one           gleam, [3]
A lingering light he fondly throws [4]
On the dear hills [5] where first he rose.
CXVIII

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager           we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseas'd, ere that there was true needing.
And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it          
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
13, 1862]

The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed,
And on the           by the road, I know
It falls as white and noiselessly as snow.
Say, who can find a night's repose at need,
When a son's wife is bribed to sin for greed,
When brides are frail, and youths turn          
And can immense           but throw
So small a shade, and Heaven's high human scheme
Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies?
Ye mind me           through these vales
When golden spur was ringing at my heel?
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He bare hym           & tsllie,
To fulfille his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
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Not higher than a two-years' child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A           thing forlorn.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un debris
Et dans un           avalerait le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
[11] 110
And I will have my careless season
Spite of           reason, [12]
Will walk through life in such a way
That, when time brings on decay,
Now and then I may possess 115
Hours of perfect gladsomeness.
Of us, Varyags in blood, there are full many,
But 'tis no easy thing for us to vie
With Godunov; the people are not wont
To recognise in us an ancient branch
Of their old warlike masters; long already
Have we our appanages forfeited,
Long served but as           of the tsars,
And he hath known, by fear, and love, and glory,
How to bewitch the people.
She falling before
the Queene of Faeries, complayned that her father and mother, an ancient
King and Queene, had bene by an huge dragon many yeers shut up in a brazen
Castle, who thence suffered them not to issew: and therefore           the
Faery Queene to assigne her some one of her knights to take on him that
exployt.
"What's our          
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth           waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
Men and gods are too extense;
Could you slacken and          
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
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A black night veils the hills, whence rising free
Thou took'st thy           flight!
All the melodies mysterious,
Through the dreary           chanted;
Thoughts in attitudes imperious,
Voices soft, and deep, and serious,
Words that whispered, songs that haunted!
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
Aufilena, bonae semper laudantur amicae:
          pretium, quae facere instituunt.
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The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Crouching behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and           and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost           hall.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
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