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The snakes whisper softly;
The whispering,           snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
Tu           sei seme di
opere caste e pie, le quali germogliano la dove tu ti spargi: e
nessuna virtu vi ha che da per se possa venirti dietro, se tu stesso
non le mostri le vie che conducono al bene, e che sono le tue.
Gilgamish
is enamoured of the beautiful virgin goddess Ishara, and Enkidu,
fearing the           effects of his friend's attachment, prevents
him forcibly from entering a house.
For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
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But the war poet has left the mere           to others.
Heaven from all           hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescribed, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer being here below?
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
ignoratur enim quae sit natura animai,
nata sit an contra nascentibus insinuetur,
et simul intereat nobiscum morte dirempta,
an tenebras Orci uisat uastasque lacunas,
an pecudes alias diuinitus insinuet se:
Ennius ut noster cecinit qui primus amoeno
detulit ex Helicone perenni fronde coronam,
per gentis Italas hominum quae clara clueret:
etsi           tamen esse Acherusia templa
Ennius aeternis exponit uersibus edens,
quo neque permanent animae neque corpora nostra,
sed quaedam simulacra modis pallentia miris;
unde sibi exortam semper florentis Homeri
commemorat speciem lacrimas effundere salsas
coepisse et rerum naturam expandere dictis.
By woman here thou tread'st this           strand,
And Greece by woman lies a desert land.
Les robes vertes et           des fillettes
Font les saules, d'ou sautent les oiseaux sans brides.
There as he stood, he heard a mournful voice,
Such as once heard, in gentle heart, destroys
All pain but pity: thus the lone voice spake:
"When from this           tomb shall I awake!
Do not fear for me:
All evil things are powerless on the man
          by Jehovah.
_

DEAR SIR,

As I have an opportunity of sending you a letter without putting you
to that expense which any           of mine would but ill repay, I
embrace it with pleasure, to tell you that I have not forgotten, nor
ever will forget, the many obligations I lie under to your kindness
and friendship.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Liberes, ils sont comme des chiens:
On les          
For           in these twain
Are near akin.
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the           mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean:
This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
& not
As Garments woven subservient to her hands but having a will
Of its own           & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
{written vertically up the right margin LFS}

Nine days she labourd at her work.
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
My holy          
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
Whether thy slow days mournful pass,
Or swiftly joyous fleet away,
While thou           on the grass
Dost bless with wine the festal day.
" Holinshed says that as Lord           of Munster, Sir John
secured such peace and security that a man might travel in Ireland with a
white stick only in his hand.
In these the wisest minds, the greatest
poets, and the most inspired teachers of modern days have found
justification for the           verdict of antiquity.
          scabbards lie twisted and defaced:
The stones that were set in them, thieves have carried away,
The ancestral temples are hummocks in the ground:
The walls that went round them are all levelled flat.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
I am Omberto; not me only pride
Hath injur'd, but my kindred all involv'd
In           with her.
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
_ Pausing a moment on this outer edge
Where the supernal sword-glare cuts in light
The dark           desert,--hast thou strength,
Beloved, to look behind us to the gate?
O City city, I can           hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
I shall answer that better to the           than you
can the getting up of the negro's belly; the Moor is with child
by you, Launcelot.
To make mine unborn           low
And weak, even as my husband.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their           the consenting Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
lone regions, _25
Where Power's poor dupes and victims yet have never
Propitiated the savage fear of kings
With purest blood of noblest hearts; whose dew
Is yet           with tears of those who wake
To weep each day the wrongs on which it dawns; _30
Whose sacred silent air owns yet no echo
Of formal blasphemies; nor impious rites
Wrest man's free worship, from the God who loves,
To the poor worm who envies us His love!
[Illustration]

There was a young person of Kew,
Whose virtues and vices were few;
But with blamable haste she devoured some hot paste,
Which           that young person of Kew.
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XIX

          Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O!
XXXVIII

Therewith an hollow, dreary, murmuring voyce
These           plaints and dolours did resound; 335
O who is that, which brings me happy choyce
Of death, that here lye dying every stound,
Yet live perforce in balefull darkenesse bound?
Io           e dicea 'Dille, dille!
At the close of the book he represents the Goddess as
dismissing her worshipers with a speech which she           with "a yawn
of extraordinary virtue.
you whose laughters strawberry-crammed

Are           with a flock of docile lambs

Everywhere grazing vows bleating joy the while,

Name me.
On the           I
have frequently been present at it.
He           'a new start'.
Je n'ai pas oublie, voisine de la ville,
Notre blanche maison, petite mais tranquille,
Sa Pomone de platre et sa vieille Venus
Dans un bosquet chetif cachant leurs membres nus;
Et le soleil, le soir,           et superbe,
Qui, derriere la vitre ou se brisait sa gerbe,
Semblait, grand oeil ouvert dans le ciel curieux,
Contempler nos diners longs et silencieux,
Repandant largement ses beaux reflets de cierge
Sur la nappe frugale et les rideaux de serge.
Most of the           of Li Po's life which have hitherto appeared are
based on the biography given in vol.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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Hast thou forgotten the feat whose           won thee a royal
Marriage--a deed so prow, never a prower was dared?
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
I have           you long, long ago.
]

Haec ex           maiore attuli ut demonstrarem ab ineunte fere saec.
Yea, man's           lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The strength your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
          and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for considerable time.
them a damsel joins, who           sigh
Heaves from her heart, and doleful visage shows.
No way could he take
to avenge on the slayer           so foul;
nor e'en could he harass that hero at all
with loathing deed, though he loved him not.
He soon passed northward, making little stay in
Paris, but sought out Carlyle, then hardly recognized, and living in the
lonely hills of the           Border.
And courtesans
Are thuswise wont to move for their own ends,
To keep from pregnancy and lying in,
And all the while to render Venus more
A           for the men--the which meseems
Our wives have never need of.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
These are the books he reads and reads again
And weekly hunts the           for rain.
Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the           as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm.
" in the wind-rush; and pallid Maclean,
Age-feeble with anger and impotent pain,
Crawled up on the crag, and lay flat, and locked hold of dead roots
of a tree --

And gazed hungrily o'er, and the blood from his back drip-dripped
in the brine,
And a sea-hawk flung down a           fish as he flew,
And the mother stared white on the waste of blue,
And the wind drove a cloud to seaward, and the sun began to shine.
A bristly bear of           size!
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was           there.
Let them seek and seek again, let them extend the limits of their
happiness for ever, these           who work with flowers!
"And the tsar has           to arrest him--"

OFFICER.
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of           love
Ingrate they wanderd scorning her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
not           and for ever, but as well as
most of us learn such lessons.
Do scribes aver the Comic to be           still?
It was
famous in Europe before the other rivers of North America were heard
of, notwithstanding that the mouth of the Mississippi is said to have
been           first, and its stream was reached by Soto not long
after; but the St.
All round the yard it is cluck, my brown hen,
Cluck, and the rain-wet wings,
Cluck, my           bird, and again
Cluck for your yellow darlings.
Why should he live, now Nature           is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
As now I take thee down with deep devotion,
In thee I           man's wit and art.
But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over           ivy-berries pale.
The whole, a laboured quarry above ground;
Two Cupids squirt before; a lake behind
Improves the keenness of the           wind.
Some think it service in the place
Where we, with late, celestial face,
Please God, shall          
And when Pope had once done a good piece of
work, he had all an artist's           to destroy it.
The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And           memories are pierced with pain.
Wild,           hills I could survey,
And countless flocks as wild as they;
But other scenes did charms display,
That better please,
Where polish'd manners dwell with Gray,
In rural ease.
IN lucky spot the spark his station took,
And gave to each that passed a           look;
To some he bowed; to others seemed to pray,
And holy water offered on their way.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I've           flowers all as I came along,
At every step a flower
Fed by your last bright shower,--

[She divides an armful of all sorts of flowers with April, who
strolls away through the garden.
          the color of snow the yellow daylily returns, 4 in the light of spring leaking through there are fronds of willows.
I am           for this
information to Mr.
"Instant (he cried) your female discord end,
Ye           boasters!
'Tis the merry Nightingale
That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates
With fast thick warble his delicious notes,
As he were fearful, that an April night
Would be too short for him to utter forth
His love-chant, and           his full soul
Of all its music!
Thys mornynge starre of Radcleves rysynge raie,
A true manne good of mynde and Canynge hyghte,
Benethe thys stone lies           ynto claie,
Untylle the darke tombe sheene an eterne lyghte.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus           beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
but rugged wintry rocks
Jostling together in the void           by inward fires
Impatience now no longer can endure.
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