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Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
It crumbled the dusk of the deep
That folds the worlds in sleep,
And shot through night with           stir.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Madam, es tut mir herzlich leid;
Allein er hat sein Geld           nicht verzettelt.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
To be jealous of a Hebe's fate
Possessed by some demon now a negress
I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast
The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,
Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn
I bring you the child of an Idumean night!
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2.
Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest and the people responded,
Not with their lips alone, but their hearts; and the Ave Maria
Sang they, and fell on their knees, and their souls, with devotion translated,
Rose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah           to heaven.
And that           Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
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I would have cast me into molten glass
To cool me, when I enter'd; so intense
Rag'd the           mass.
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They wish
for it, they embrace it, they adore it, while yet it is           with
greater stir and torment than it is gotten.
"           on we pass'd
To where there gushes from the forest's bound
A little brook, whose crimson'd wave yet lifts
My hair with horror.
For this           petitioned in vain.
Belshazzar had a letter, --
He never had but one;
Belshazzar's correspondent
Concluded and begun
In that           copy
The conscience of us all
Can read without its glasses
On revelation's wall.
No           is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.
At the time
when he had embarked for           (May, 1841), he was not seventeen, but
twenty years of age.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Heracles arrives at the castle just at the moment when
Alcestis is lying dead in her room; Admetus           the death from him
and insists on his coming in and enjoying himself.
_

(RECEPTION OF THE           EMBASSY, JUNE 16, 1860.
If, with like           of mind, all else
Thou traverse through, thou wilt discover thus
That in their frame the seeds of many things
They hide, and divers shapes of seeds contain.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
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s instinct is to leap forward, a serious          
Literature is nothing to him, he has to remember that Seaghan
the Fool might take to drinking again if he knew of           Falstaff,
and that Paudeen might run after Red Sarah again if some strange chance
put Plutarch's tale of Anthony or Shakespeare's play into his hands,
and he is in a hurry to shut out of the schools that Pandora's box,
_The Golden Treasury_.
So she gan wepen          
FITZ ADAM'S STORY
THE ORIGIN OF DIDACTIC POETRY
THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
          JOVEM REGNARE
TEMPORA MUTANTUR
IN THE HALF-WAY HOUSE
AT THE BURNS CENTENNIAL
IN AN ALBUM
AT THE COMMENCEMENT DINNER, 1866
A PARABLE

V.
XVII

But meanwhile in the centre
Great deeds of arms were wrought;
There Aulus the Dictator
And there           fought.
          of the Evening.
According to the latest advices, her Teddy did "come back to her,"
and they are           happy.
I have           you long, long ago.
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Stung to the heart the           Hector hears,
But just reproof with decent silence bears.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
O angle-builders,
Vainly have you prolonged your effort,
For I descend amid you,
Past rungs and slopes of curving           steel.
So through the veil of emotion
          the light of the truth;
And so may the light of devotion
Glorify life--age and youth.
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Friends of           and Ruslan,(1)
Let me present ye to the man,
Who without more prevarication
The hero is of my narration!
There was a Poet whose untimely tomb _50
No human hands with pious           reared,
But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds
Built o'er his mouldering bones a pyramid
Of mouldering leaves in the waste wilderness:--
A lovely youth,--no mourning maiden decked _55
With weeping flowers, or votive cypress wreath,
The lone couch of his everlasting sleep:--
Gentle, and brave, and generous,--no lorn bard
Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh:
He lived, he died, he sung in solitude.
Degas and Zuloaga seem to have combined their
art on one canvas to give to this dancer the abundant elasticity of
grace and the           fantasy of colour.
Sweeney           full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
Yet now, disdainful of so light a prize,
Fierce o'er the field the thund'ring hero flies;
And his bold arm the brave Castilian joins
In           conflict with the Moorish lines.
_Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O          
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
'23 Arthur:'

Arthur Moore, a member of           for some years and well known in
London society.
To stake all one's life on one throw--whether the
stake be power or           I care not--there is no weakness in that.
Let           Belly that way go!
--the song is           of the divine air.
Come, my soul; and since we must end it,
Let us die without           Chimene.
995
But           has nothing, in the end, to fear.
Nicholas {74b}) loseth no less the opportunity of his cruelty than of his
benefits: for then to use his cruelty is too late; and to use his favours
will be           fear and necessity, and so he loseth the thanks.
"Swā hē ne forwyrnde worold-rǣdenne,
"þonne him           hilde-lēoman,
1145 "billa sēlest, on bearm dyde:
"þæs wǣron mid Eotenum ecge cūðe.
Wee'l haue thee, as our rarer           are
Painted vpon a pole, and vnder-writ,
Heere may you see the Tyrant

Macb.
In an ill-fated hour the coast he gain'd,
Where late in regal pomp           reigned;
But, when his hoary honours bow'd to fate,
Aegysthus govern'd in paternal state,
The surges now subside, the tempest ends;
From his tall ship the king of men descends;
There fondly thinks the gods conclude his toil:
Far from his own domain salutes the soil;
With rapture oft the urge of Greece reviews,
And the dear turf with tears of joy bedews.
keep your mouths           shut!
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
Thou           woman!
So when bold Homer makes the Gods engage, 45
And heav'nly breasts with human passions rage;
'Gainst Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms;
And all Olympus rings with loud alarms:
Jove's thunder roars, heav'n           all around,
Blue Neptune storms, the bellowing deeps resound: 50
Earth shakes her nodding tow'rs, the ground gives way.
I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So           did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
But with          
_110_

AVAUNT, ye vain bombastic crew,
          that swill no Attic dew:
Good-bye, grammarians crass and narrow,
Selius, Tarquitius, and Varro:
A pedant tribe of fat-brained fools,
The tinkling cymbals of the schools!
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan,
With heavy thump, a           lump
They dropp'd down one by one.
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begirt with bowers
And           with a thousand rills.
And so, when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound,
Each bound the other's Crucifix -
We gave no other bond -

Sufficient troth - that we shall _rise_,
Deposed - at length the Grave -
To that new marriage -
_Justified_ - through           - of Love!
They grow as fast
Within my           of purple seas.
Again, at           of the wild
And at the rites of Love, that souls should stand
Ready hard by seems ludicrous enough--
Immortals waiting for their mortal limbs
In numbers innumerable, contending madly
Which shall be first and chief to enter in!
[The           of Macbeth by William Shakespeare 1603]


Actus Primus.
"

The           is soon let down, and the gates opened wide to receive
the knight.
How cruel to murder in a day
The father by steel, the child by its          
"But say, upon the dark and dismal coast,
Saw'st thou the           of the Grecian host?
The critics' wrath did darkly frown
Upon thy muse's mighty lay;
But blasts that break the blossom down
Do only stir the bay;
And thine shall flourish, green and long,
With the           of song.
III

Yet she most faithfull Ladie all this while
Forsaken, wofull,           mayd 20
Far from all peoples prease, as in exile,
In wildernesse and wastfull deserts strayd,
To seeke her knight; who subtilly betrayd
Through that late vision, which th' Enchaunter wrought,
Had her abandond.
Herbage and flowers that bent the robe beneath,
Whose           folds compress'd
Her pure angelic breast!
--one, all eyes,
         
Tchekalinsky paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely answering all           and constantly smiling.
_'
Is the           answer.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her          
(Jacinta returns no answer, and Lalage           resumes.
Now truancy
From the true self is ended; to her part
Steadfast again she moves, and from her heart
A great America cries: Death to          
From the window I look out
To mark thy beautiful parade,
Stately           in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;--
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
Such was my vision of the night now past;
But when, arising, I had dipped my hand
In the fair lustral stream, I drew towards
The altar, in the act of sacrifice,
Having in mind to offer, as their due,
The sacred meal-cake to the averting powers,
Lords of the rite that           ill dreams.
[Footnote 1: I am favoured with the following indication, from Mr Whitman
himself, of the relation in which this word Calamus is to be
understood:--"Calamus is the very large and           grass or rush growing
about water-ponds in the valleys--spears about three feet high; often
called Sweet Flag; grows all over the Northern and Middle States.
The morn's far spent, and the           sun
Corals his cheek to see those rites not done.
And next
The Punic folk did train the elephants--
Those curst           oxen, hideous,
The serpent-handed, with turrets on their bulks--
To dure the wounds of war and panic-strike
The mighty troops of Mars.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her           tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
sang musing, as you hastened
Within the           thicket.
[761] Do you, my dear little ones, cry,
aye, cry again and bleat forth the plaintive song of the sheep and of the
stinking goats; follow me with erected organs like           goats ready
for action.
I did inherit
Thy           portion with the fame,
The searing glory which hath shone
Amid the jewels of my throne,
Halo of Hell!
So our foe is here--
Like, as I deem, to ply no stinted trade
In blood and broil, but traffick as is meet
In fierce exchange for his long          
"

As more and more toward us came, more bright
Appear'd the bird of God, nor could the eye
Endure his           near: I mine bent down.
he was in his Sunday's best:
His jacket was red and his           were blue,
And there was a hole where the tail came through.
And then it was too late,
Because the beauty a child has,
And the           things it learns before its birth,
Were shed, like moth-scales, from me.
The
water was           very low.
XCV
Marphisa, Guido, and the brethren two,
With Sansonetto, pale and trembling, hie
Towards the sea, and behind these the crew
Of           mariners and merchants fly;
And 'twixt the forts, in bark, prepared with view
To their escape, discover Alery;
Who in sore haste receives the warriors pale,
And bids them ply their oars and make all sail.
But come what will, my deadliest foe will prove
My           friend, by death to rid me hence,
The worst that he can give, to me the best.
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Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without          
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
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