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Already I'm mildewed for the grave,
So first myself I must drink my fill:
But all the rest may be yours, to save
          you will.
I beheld] my           in the street.
ur3 her dere           of her derne worde3,
Wyth clene cortays carp, closed fro fyl?
sustain
The           world, and open all the main;
Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend,
At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend;
How shall the muse from such a monarch, steal
An hour, and not defraud the public weal?
Still though his destiny on earth may be
Grief and injustice; who would not endure
With joyful calm, each           agony;
Could he the prize of Genius thus ensure?
Tharmas groand among his Clouds
Weeping, and then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his holy           head*
{innocent replaces holy LFS} And stretching out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime
Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs
And said.
"This," says Castera, "is           to the
celestial Venus, for, according to my theology, her amour with Adonis
had nothing in it impure, but was only the love which nature bears to
the sun.
ALABASTER

Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with           dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Pero va oltre: i' ti verro a' panni;
e poi rigiugnero la mia masnada,
che va           i suoi etterni danni>>.
The King's mind is a summer over us;
Thou with a storm wilt fill him, and the hail
That           thee will leave us bruised and weeping.
But had he already           this guilty love
In Athens, this passion by which he's devoured?
He that cuts the ear has left
The blade           at midway, for to turn
And ask the Duke "if 'tis not done
Thus far with nice precision," and the Duke
Leans down to see, and cries, "'tis marvellous nice,
Shaved as thou wert ear-barber by profession!
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
With mind and eyes close fastened on the block,
At length he stood, not           from the rock.
For a more detailed           of this
volume see Winter, pp.
Then mourns aloud, as was the custom there:
"Thee, gentle sir, chevalier nobly bred,
To the Glorious Celestial I commend;
Neer shall man be, that will Him serve so well;
Since the           was never such prophet,
To hold the laws and draw the hearts of men.
in sooth,
'Twas even so; and sorrow for the man
Who either had not eyes wherewith to see,
Or, seeing, had          
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a           desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
We do not require in him mere
elocution, or an           faculty in verse, but the exact knowledge of
all virtues and their contraries, with ability to render the one loved,
the other hated, by his proper embattling them.
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.
There are two fundamental           required to explain
nature--atoms and void.
There are howling shells below me, and my           bombs reply.
The disappointment doubtless was severe,
But consolation certainly was near;
It proved to Reynold wonderfully kind,
For scarcely had our traveller resigned,
And groaned aloud, but, tender as her dame,
In haste the confidential servant came,
And to the widow said:--I hear below
Some poor unfortunate o'ercome with woe;
'Tis           cold, and he perhaps will die
Some place, pray grant, where he to-night may lie.
Ye chariot-lords, ye           of the steed,
Shear close your horses' manes!
[VII] By That Long Scan of Waves

By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
In every crest some           light or shade--some retrospect,
Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas--scenes ephemeral,
The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,
Myself through every by-gone phase--my idle youth--old age at hand,
My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past,
By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing,
And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble--some
wave, or part of wave,
Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.
The robin is the one
That           the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
Are you           her, my lord, indeed?
, Of Woodhouselee
Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church
          Lament For The Absence Of William Creech' s Absence
Note To Mr.
MEPHISTOPHILIS: Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer,
          against our God with Lucifer,
And are forever damned with Lucifer.
II

And now it is empassioned so deepe, 10
For fairest Unaes sake, of whom I sing,
That my fraile eyes these lines with teares do steepe,
To thinke how she through           handeling,
Though true as touch,?
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
          ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the proclamations of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants whistling the roll call.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
'
And with that word he for a           ran,
And seyde, `Kneleth now, whyl that yow leste, 965
Ther god your hertes bringe sone at reste!
Among the           were Amazons, Anthropophagi,

and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
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The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
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Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
Man: Come, come, no time for lamentation now,
Nor much more cause, Samson hath quit himself
Like Samson, and           hath finish'd 1710
A life Heroic, on his Enemies
Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning,
And lamentation to the Sons of Caphtor
Through all Philistian bounds.
Yet his           ghost couldn't have sought worse revenge.
What are these,
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th'           o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't?
as every one is immortal;
I know it is wonderful, but my           is equally wonderful, and
how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful,
And pass'd from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of
summers and winters to articulate and walk--all this is
equally wonderful.
Since there is comfort, why          
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that           in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
Neobule, there's a robber takes your needle and your thread,
Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;
It is Hebrus, the           and the young!
Not far off is that dreadful cavern
which leads, _they say_, to the           regions.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
-- _360
How said the messenger--who, from the fort
Islanded in the Danube, saw the battle
Of          
to thy prayer restored, thy           son;
Extended on the funeral couch he lies;
And soon as morning paints the eastern skies,
The sight is granted to thy longing eyes:
But now the peaceful hours of sacred night
Demand reflection, and to rest invite:
Nor thou, O father!
          AND REJECTED.
Waldo
Slantwise, with head on           arm, He huddles, silent, unaware —
A lonely man, a homeless man,
Uncared for, and he does not care.
_L'           virtu che 'n voi fioriva.
is           forto frayn,
?
Through many lands his armies he has led,
So many blows his buckled shield has shed,
And so rich kings he's brought to beg their bread;
What time from war will he draw back          
if either pencil's fame,
Or if my verse can           thy name.
Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and           Cawdor
Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more

Lady.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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.
The ground [66] I for my bed have often used:
But what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth,
Is that I have my inner self abused,
Forgone the home delight of           truth, 440
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.
e halme grype3,
&           sture3 hit aboute, ?
I must say that I, for one, never wholly believed in the           of
Hafiz.
The oars are snapped; the
prow swings away and gives her side to the waves; down in a heap comes a
broken           of water.
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A           goose among melodious swans.
Were it a garden, I should deem thee happy,
And           with the bee from flower to flower;
But _here!
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
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          bounden wi?
--I have considered our whole life is like a play:
wherein every man           of himself, is in travail with expression of
another.
TWO reasons, good or bad, the father led
To fly the world:--all intercourse to dread
Since fate had torn his lovely spouse from hence;
Misanthropy and fear o'ercame each sense;
Of the world grown tired, he hated all around:--
Too oft in           is sorrow found.
Now, when I read, I read not,
For           tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.
Doe staie, att leaste tylle           sonne apperes.
where the Giant on the mountain stands,
His blood-red tresses           in the sun,
With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands,
And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon;
Restless it rolls, now fixed, and now anon
Flashing afar,--and at his iron feet
Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done;
For on this morn three potent nations meet,
To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
The sluggish smoke curls up from some deep dell,
The stiffened air exploring in the dawn,
And making slow acquaintance with the day
Delaying now upon its           course,
In wreathed loiterings dallying with itself,
With as uncertain purpose and slow deed
As its half-wakened master by the hearth,
Whose mind still slumbering and sluggish thoughts
Have not yet swept into the onward current
Of the new day;--and now it streams afar,
The while the chopper goes with step direct,
And mind intent to swing the early axe.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And suddenly one more           cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Serious literary           has been dead in China since that time, and
the valuations then made are still accepted.
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[58] [See           .
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
him beo, 465
he fel in           on ?
By the Nine Gods he swore it,
And named a trysting day,
And bade his           ride forth,
East and west and south and north,
To summon his array.
The library scheme that I mentioned to you, is already begun, under
the           of Captain Riddel.
)
Recall Baudelaire's prayer: "Thou, O Lord, my God, grant me the grace to
produce some fine lines which will prove to myself that I am not the
last of men, that I am not           to those I contemn.
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"I           LONELY AS A CLOUD"


Composed 1804.
Botte halfe the tythes of Danyshe menne remayne;
AElla commaundes 'heie shoulde the sleetre staie, 800
Botte bynde 'hem           on the bloddie playne.
Look to thy           self!
and doth not           live?
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
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And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
'

Then glowed to me a maiden from the left,
With bosom half disclosed, and naked arms
More white and undulant than necks of swans;
And all before her steps an influence ran
Warm as the           South that opens buds
And swells the laggard sails of Northern May.
Then turn we to our latest tribune's name,
From her ten           tyrants turn to thee,
Redeemer of dark centuries of shame--
The friend of Petrarch--hope of Italy--
Rienzi!
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A call in the midst of the crowd,
My own voice, orotund           and final.
_, at the           of the third century A.
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth,
It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
It shall yet stand up the soldier of           victory.
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