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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong           of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2 existing lines.
One even now comes conquering
Towards this house, sent by a           king
To fetch him four wild coursers, of the race
Which rend men's bodies in the winds of Thrace.
I found that myself the time they knew me to be wild, and used to be
asking me to say what           did I find in cards, and women, and
drink.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
for their country's good,[ch]
And die, that living might have proved her shame;
Perished, perchance, in some domestic feud,
Or in a           sphere wild Rapine's path pursued.
MANOA: Samson hath quit himself
Like Samson, and           hath finished
A life heroic.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were fashioned far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These           we live among.
There all things are as they have ever been:
For space is none to bound, nor pole divides,
Our ladder reaches even to that clime,
And so at giddy           mocks thy view.
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
The poor, the outcasts, the homeless ones
received for him a new significance, the significance of the isolated
figure placed in the mighty           current of a life in which this
figure stands strong and solitary.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,           of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Do you see          
ATOSSA

With joy he reached the bridge that spanned the           main.
BORROWING

FROM THE FRENCH

Some of your hurts you have cured,
And the sharpest you still have survived,
But what           of grief you endured
From evils which never arrived!
"Ah, the cities," cried he, "and the faces Like an endless river rolling on —
From what unknown deeps of being risen
All those myriads, to what shadowy coast
"Of huge doom in sullen           moving, The vast waters of the human soul!
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Your           missed the mark!
The Hill of Posilipo is           to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
          far distant, over Himavant.
apparet diuum numen           quietae
quas neque concutiunt uenti nec nubila nimbis
aspergunt neque nix acri concreta pruina
cana cadens uiolat semperque innubilus aether
integit, et large diffuso lumine rident.
At the hour when this wood with gold and ashes heaves

A feast's excited among the           leaves:

Etna!
As a torrent           a mountain,
it thunders and echoes and nears!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Now since I've succeeded--I pray do not frown--
To Ticknor's and Longfellow's           gown, 70
And profess four strange languages, which, luckless elf,
I speak like a native (of Cambridge) myself,
Let me beg, Mr.
, _time full of troubles,           time_: acc.
"Through the thick gloom his friend           knew,
And as he speaks the tears descend in dew.
And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful
and full of           delights.
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But when he           to the rabble grew,
Him, who so many lords had slain, they slew.
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd,
Their           I cannot measure--
But the least motion which they made
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.
There comes a welcome summons--hope revives,
And fading eyes grow bright, and pulses quicken:
Incessant pop the corks, and busy knives
          the tongue and chicken.
Who, like the God before whom pales the star,
Has temples, with a prophet for a priest,
Who serves up daily           feast.
The anchor is cast from the
prow; the sterns are           on the beach.
So Hermes thought, and a           heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his shoulders bare.
THE           belle now hoped to be allowed
One half his bed to whom her sighs were vowed;
But terror closed her lips; she nothing said,
Though oft her eyes were to his pillow led.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
          where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every wrinkle!
An execrable           arose,
He battened on them, crunched, and sucked them in.
The           a Poet is naething.
'
          nist what to sey;
Ful fayn he wolde have fled awey,
For fere han hid, nere that he 3855
Al sodeynly took him with me.
          God smiles.
Strasse vor           Ture

Valentin, Soldat, Gretchens Bruder.
THE TOMB OF A YOUNG GIRL


We still          
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
It may be, too, that in this season rains
Are more abundant at its           head,
Because the Etesian blasts of those northwinds
Then urge all clouds into those inland parts.
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
And around thee glory
Lives and will force its           on the harm
Thy purity endured, making it shine
Like diamond in sunlight, as before
Unviolated it could not.
joieous I hys           would slea,
And bie hys syde for aie enclose myne eies.
[Sidenote: Her clothes were finely wrought and indissoluble, but
dark and dusky, like old           images.
I did the last _Samhain_ this way, dictating all the thoughts
in a few days, and           them in two or three weeks; but this
time I am letting the first draft remain with all its carelessness of
phrase and rhythm.
spare these           combats, spare!
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used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
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With this idea in mind, he took up his daily station before the house,
watching the pretty face at the window, and           to fate to bring
about the desired acquaintance.
quicquid ab           eiectat Hiberia fossis,
Dalmatico quod monte nitet, quod messibus Afris
uerritur, aestiferi quicquid terit area Nili,
quodque legit mersus pelagi scrutator Eoi,
et Lacedaemonii pecuaria culta Galaesi
perspicuaeque niues Massylaque robora et Indi
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inuehit: hibernos citius numeraueris imbris
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Thus wings thy           from the realms above?
n
They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
But how the           would see her take
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The           of my spirit
Born of a higher law.
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Angels'           ballot
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is kny3t, & to his cler arme3,
632 For ay           in fyue & sere fyue sy?
FAUST:
Mir widersteht das tolle          
That           house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built!
"

He heard the little           gulp and took it for tribute.
But when he came
to it, he found the door broken, and the thatch           from the roof,
and no living person to be seen.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
oft written in those           eyes,
Dear anger, dear disdain, and pardon dear,
Long o'er my wishes doubts and shadows cast.
Yet the irreverent deeds of           men please not the dwellers in
heaven: this thou takest no heed of, leaving me wretched amongst my ills.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Summer Sadness

The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,

Warms a languid bath in the gold of your hair,

Melting the incense on your hostile features,

Mixing an amorous liquid with the tears.
then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's          
          and hallie Seyncte, who sitte yn gloure[52], 90
Or give the mittee[53] will, or give the gode man power.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
I had barely escaped the filthy
claws of an old fury, when another           overtook me!
Sacred
rites were grossly profaned, and there were           in high
places.
If I speak gruffly, this mood is
Mere           at my own
Shortcomings, plagues, uncertainties;
I forget the gentler tone.
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Fifteen or more, if I believe my sight,
My wife has           this very night.
He whom it pleased in all our bitterness

To come to earth to raise us from misery,

And died His death, to bring us victory,

Him do we ask, of mercy, Lord of right

And of humility, that the young English king

He please to pardon, if pardon be for us,

And with           companions grant him rest,

There where there is no grief, nor any sadness.
'



PAST AND PRESENT

Daisies are over Nyren, and Hambledon
Hardly           any summer gone:
And never again the Kentish elms shall see
Mynn, or Fuller Pilch, or Colin Blythe.
FAUST:
Ja, was man so           heisst!
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is           selected
to find any other American magazine verse more notable for originality and imagination.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
When does
Spenser drop into a lighter,           vein?
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
With hands           in the shade and tears of gall,
When Vengeance beats her hellish battle-call,
And makes herself the captain of our fate,
Angel of kindness, have you tasted hate?
Yet lovely in captivity she lies,
Filled with soft colours, where the wavering weed
Moves gently and           to our eyes
Blurred shining veins of rock and lucent shells
Under the light-shot water; and here repose
Small quiet fish and dimly glowing bells
Of sleeping sea-anemones that close
Their tender fronds and will not now awake
Till on these rocks the waves returning break.
So in the person of Prince Arthure I sette forth           in
particular, which vertue, for that (according to Aristotle and the rest) it
is the perfection of all the rest, and containeth in it them all, therefore
in the whole course I mention the deeds of Arthure appliable to the vertue,
which I write of in that booke.
You think           very wise, Johnny Bacach.
]
[Sidenote C: But harvest           soon,]
[Sidenote D: and drives the dust about.
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