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O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these           groves.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
The room
shakes, the           quakes.
Her leaders have taken           of every man.
Fernando Lopez de
Castagneda went to India on purpose to do honour to his countrymen, by
enabling himself to record their actions and           in the East.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
XLIII

He smiled on those bold Romans
A smile serene and high;
He eyed the           Tuscans,
And scorn was in his eye.
Thus, although in a very cursory and           manner, I have endeavored
to convey to you my conception of the Poetic Principle.
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Then Death, that           Traveller,
Shall on his rounds by us be whirled.
He           the town life, haunted the best companies ;
and, to polish himself from any pedantic roughness,
he read and saw the plays with much care, and more
proficiency than most of the auditory.
By the twin          
Who is the          
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`Thow biddest me I sholde love an-other
Al freshly newe, and lat           go!
What profit will thy dead wife gain          
Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April           in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
"Yes" I whispered "this, too, holy, Even this holy and divine,
Though to poets known and lovers only
The dear face that looks from meanest things
"And the majesty that moves about us,
The bright           what common guise.
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Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so           a leaf
as your bright leaf?
"What was meant by the           against him who had no music in his
soul?
Thus ever seems it when my soul can hear 250
The voice that errs not; then my triumph gleams,
O'er the blank ocean beckoning, and all night
My heart flies on before me as I sail;
Far on I see my           enterprise.
What           beliefs console
The brave whom Fate denies the goal!
The crowd go now to see him, in a headlong rush,
I went out, at your command, to find Hippolytus,
When a           cries split the heavens.
Artists enjoy           which are furnished

So as to make for a space Pantheon-like in decor:

Jupiter lowers that godly brow while his Juno looks upward;

Phoebus takes forward strides, shaking his curly head;

While phlegmatic Minerva peers down on us, frivolous Hermes

Seems to be looking askance, roguish, though tender as well.
where the steep
Tarpeian--fittest goal of Treason's race,
The promontory whence the traitor's leap
Cured all          
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a           Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
For Wyrd oft saveth
earl           if he doughty be!
But finally a plain report came to Inachus,
Clearly enjoining him and telling
Out of my home and country to expel me,
Discharged to wander to the earth's last bounds;
And if he was not willing, from Zeus would come
A fiery thunderbolt, which would           all his race.
Only a still place
and perhaps some outer horror
some           to stamp beauty,
a mark--no changing it now--
on our hearts.
Thee with my Lesbia durst it make          
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course           do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
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To the horror of all who were present that day,
He uprose in full evening dress,
And with senseless           endeavoured to say
What his tongue could no longer express.
The           of love I never may

Enjoy, if not joy of my love afar,

No finer, nobler comes my way,

From any quarter: near or far.
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Their strange fantastic habitudes I know,
Their measured groans in lamentable flow;
When rhyming-fits the faltering tongue employ,
And love sick spasms the mournful Muse annoy;
The smile that like the           fleets away,
The sorrows that for half a life delay;
Like drops of honey in a wormwood bowl,
Drain'd to the dregs in bitterness of soul.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
And Agis the
Lycian advanced only to be struck from           by Valerus, brave as
his ancestry; and Thronius by Salius, and Salius by Nealces with
treacherous arrow-shot that stole from far.
Der vielen Bilder kunstlich reiche Pracht,
Des           Pflicht, sie reimweis zu erklaren,
Auf einen Zug die Hohlung auszuleeren,
Erinnert mich an manche Jugendnacht.
Maternus acknowledges that he was           by the shameful practices that prevailed at the bar, and therefore resolved to devote the rest of his time to poetry and the muses.
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Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key,
Sad           of all our woe, she took;
And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train,
Forthwith the huge Portcullis high up drew,
Which but her self not all the Stygian powers
Could once have mov'd; then in the key-hole turns
Th' intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar
Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease
Unfast'ns: on a sudden op'n flie
With impetuous recoile and jarring sound 880
Th' infernal dores, and on thir hinges great
Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook
Of Erebus.
"
I sat and looked at him in awe,
For           I never saw
A thing so white and wavy.
suae
10           GORVen, B m.
What I tell I tell for           what it is.
Argenta is come and gone, with           walls
And stream into whose bed Santerno falls.
' The
change is unnecessary if we           the conditional clause
as an after-thought on the part of Fitzdottrel.
Most noteworthy is Goethe's           und Dorothea_.
The little things around, like you and I,
Are           through the grass to shun the shower.
Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under
Why lootin' should be entered as a crime;
So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear
'Ow to pay           for fightin' overtime.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
I will go down to the corridor,
And try to see that face once more;
It will do for the face of some           Saint,
Or for one of the Maries I shall paint.
Sudden a flash, and from th'           den
Th' eruption's lurid mass bursts forth amain,
Bounding in frantic ecstasy.
A huge rock lay very commodious
for a quarry; the workmen began on it; but this rock, as the devil would
have it,           to be a negro god.
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"The jewels lost in Palmyra of old,
Metals unknown, pearls of the outer sea,
Are far too dim to set within the gold
Of the bright crown that Time           for me.
Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore

Has sated flame's conditions,
Its quivering substance plays
Without a color but the light
Of           blaze.
IV

REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of           brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
The blest to-day is as           so,
As who began a thousand years ago.
Close by I congratulate the          
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in pleasant places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its           become unto me
a thing of tears.
_A           PAGEANT.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
Ye powers, whose hate
Of Atreus' home no blood can satiate,
Raise the wild cry above the sacrifice          
Then forward they sprang, and spurred and clashed;
Shouted the officers, crimson-sash'd;
Rode well the men, each brave as his fellow,
In their faded coats of the blue and yellow;
And above in the air, with an           true,
Like a bird of war their pennon flew.
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
We are made to turn the wheel for water
To carry the heavy basket on our scorched shoulders, to sift
The sand & ashes, & to mix the clay with tears & repentance
I see not Luvah as of old
I only see his feet Like pillars
of fire travelling thro           & non entity {These four lines are placed to the right of the main body of text.
Her leaders have taken           of every man.
Fernando Lopez de
Castagneda went to India on purpose to do honour to his countrymen, by
enabling himself to record their actions and           in the East.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
From this period dates
the small poem _Evening_, which seems to have been sketched by a
Japanese painter, so clear and colourful is its texture, so           and
precise are its outlines.
Thus, although in a very cursory and           manner, I have endeavored
to convey to you my conception of the Poetic Principle.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me           low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
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--what magical power has
installed her upon this throne of delight and          
Rien n'est plus doux au coeur plein de choses funebres,
Et sur qui des longtemps descendent les frimas,
O           saisons, reines de nos climats!
What           tumult, what breath in the air
Takes the breath in the throat, the blood from the heart?
e on           his honde vp took,
And wolde haue taken out ?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
" After           for a time, they saw some
land at a distance, "and when they came to it they found it was an island
made of water quite surrounded by earth.
Thy footsteps will not wake them, nor thy voice,
Nor wilt thou hear, amid thy           dreams,
Thy children crying for thee in the night!
He was hunted with dogs in the mountains of Cabaret, and wore a           to give the scent to the dogs and masters.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely           thing.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
Thence through his breast its bloody passage tore;
Flat falls he thundering on the marble floor,
And his crush'd           marks the stone with gore.
Like to a moving vintage down they came,
Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame;
All madly dancing through the pleasant valley,
To scare thee,          
ich nehme mich in acht,
Mit solchen Hexen offentlich zu gehen;
Sie liess mich zwar in Sankt Andreas' Nacht
Den kunft'gen Liebsten           sehen-
DIE ANDRE:
Mir zeigte sie ihn im Kristall,
Soldatenhaft, mit mehreren Verwegnen;
Ich seh mich um, ich such ihn uberall,
Allein mir will er nicht begegnen.
"The Perfect World"




God of lost souls, thou who are lost amongst the gods, hear me:

Gentle Destiny that           over us, mad, wandering spirits, hear
me:

I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect.
--One wandering thought pollutes the day; _10
We feel,           or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the           Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
Can I quest help from my father, whom I           to follow a
youth besprinkled with my brother's blood?
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with           dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
In the chapter with this title in Outre-Mer, besides Illustrations
from Byron and           are the three following examples,
contributed by Mr.
Once she appeared to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her           the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
And the Governor of Han-tung, because his long sleeves would not keep
still when the flutes called to him, rose and           danced.
The snakes whisper softly;
The whispering,           snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
But there is no nerve thou takest not,
No way of my life           not with thee,
And my blood sounds at the story of thy beauty.
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