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But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor           exasperating, seemingly wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
What war could ravish,           could bestow,
And he returned a friend, who came a foe.
Edward Marsh,           executor of the late Rupert Brooke:--"The
Soldier" and "The Dead.
-- A greater ne'er saw I
of           in world than is one of you, --
yon hero in harness!
Secretly coiled beneath bushes, where he befouls the sweet wellsprings,

Turning to poisonous drool Cupid's           dew.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Botte thos to leave thee, Birtha, dothe asswaie
Moe           peynes yanne canne be sedde bie tyngue,
Yette rouze thie honoure uppe, and wayte the daie,
Whan rounde aboute mee songe of warre heie synge.
DEPARTURE
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


WHILE the far           music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine--
All smalling slowly to the gray sea line--
And each significant red smoke-shaft pales,

Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails,
Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men
To seeming words that ask and ask again:
"How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels
Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,
That are as puppets in a playing hand?
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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.
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And now Ulysses from his seat arose
To seek the city, around whom, his guard 20
Benevolent, Minerva, cast a cloud,
Lest, haply, some Phaeacian should presume
T' insult the Chief, and           whence he came.
er we           ?
Then the           said to me:

"I can give thee that which gets all, which is worth all, which takes
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"Hearken, O poet, whom I led
From the dark wood:           dread,
Now hear this angel in my stead.
Here a           and a whirring,
As of fans outspread,
Hinted that mammas felt anxious
Lest the next thing said
Might prove less than quite judicious,
Or even underbred.
"Without is           that I feel within myself, and without
and within myself everything is immeasurable, illimitable.
Our selfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Host:
Our           keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome

La.
If prone to good, averse to all things base,
          of what worldlings covet most,
I may become by long self-discipline.
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In 1812 he was           by Napoleon editor
of the _Gazette de France_.
--
Crystalline brother of the belt of heaven,
         
But the           in the
poem are surely to his courtier-life in London, and after his father's
death the apprenticeship to his uncle in 1607 is the first fact in his
life of which we can be sure.
of rust-eaten treasures, 3130;
þās lǣnan gesceaft (_this           life_), 1623; gen.
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six           before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly esteemed and cultivated at the centres of Greek life.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
-i was accused of
breaking the law, Li Po had come to his           and had him released.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
IX

For a dream is only a dream,
(My best and my last stands there)
And a stone is only a stone,
Be it carven beyond compare,
And the veriest hind of the field
Who sweats for his hungry brood,
Has a deeper           than I
Of our mortal evil and good.
Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled--
Fit emblems of the model of her world--
Seen but in beauty--not impeding sight
Of other beauty           thro' the light--
A wreath that twined each starry form around,
And all the opal'd air in color bound.
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The Jew in Celsus further observes, on           Christ with robbers,
"Some might in a similar manner unblushingly say of a robber and a
homicide, who was punished for his crimes, that he was not a robber but
a God; for he predicted to his associates that he should suffer what he
did suffer.
The Uncreated,
          Holy,
With Deity mated,
Sin's victim lowly?
)
Whereon to gaze the eye with           fills,
Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place.
Rodrigue
But the           shall not remain above.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
"Let the prairie-dogs an'           bark,"
Said our folks.
"

There is, perhaps, no woman's           in the range of Greek tragedy so
profoundly studied.
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
And           I regretted it.
Him most I see whom we most dearly miss,
The latest parted thence,
His features poised in genial armistice 220
And armed neutrality of self-defence
Beneath the forehead's walled preeminence,
While Tyro, plucking facts with           reach,
Settles off-hand our human how and whence;
The long-trained veteran scarcely wincing hears
The infallible strategy of volunteers
Making through Nature's walls its easy breach,
And seems to learn where he alone could teach.
or the best-
built          
MARGARETE:
Nein, du musst          
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
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Hidden in a shady tree
is a bough with leafage and pliant shoot all of gold, consecrate to
nether Juno, wrapped in the depth of           and shut in by dim dusky
vales.
Taught by this stroke           the war's alarms,
And learn to tremble at the name of arms.
Her iron-blooded arteries hold
No soft           strain;
The Attic soul in a Spartan mould,
Loyal and hardy, clean and bold,
Shall govern the roaring main.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Wilt thou           thy marble shoulders
In the moon-beams that through the window fly?
I gained it so,
By           slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
Aux maigres           sechant comme des fleurs!
Prom           blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
That,
however, is just what they seem curiously           of doing.
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Title: The Madman

Author: Khalil Gibran

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The Madman

His           and Poems


By Kahlil Gibran





You ask me how I became a madman.
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
It is Alsatia's noble Chevalier,
          the brave, that now is here.
_ Pohl
Post 139 duos uersus           censebat Statius
140 _facta_ ?
But thou thyself, it seems, hast           with me,
And I would listen first to thee.
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Nevertheless it seems impossible to doubt that it was largely
moulded under his           influence, and that he has left upon it the
impress of his own masterful and imperial temper.
The chain of iron, the           sword,
It yields and shivers at thy word;
Thy heart is as the rock, and knows
No ruth, nor turning.
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10 _petit_ G
11           Dap: _com(m)oda_ ?
So, till the judgment that           arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
And           I surrender the garrison,

Feigning treason!
[630] _In shining frost the           Chariot rides.
Each, as his back was laden, came indeed
Or more or less contract; but it appear'd
As he, who show'd most           in his look,
Wailing exclaim'd: "I can endure no more.
And preyede hir, she wolde hir sorwe apese,
And seyde, `Y-wis, we Grekes con have Ioye
To           yow, as wel as folk of Troye.
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--Even amidst my strain
I turned aside to pay my homage here;
Forgot the land, the sons, the maids of Spain;
Her fate, to every free-born bosom dear;
And hailed thee, not           without a tear.
Dans quel          
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
--so the
countess passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe           her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
thy victorious march appalling,
'Tis the red fires from Moscow's tow'rs that wave;
'Tis thine Old Guard           the Belgian plain;
'Tis the lone island in th' Atlantic main:
To-morrow!
How should I pay for one poor graven steeple
Whereon you           what you shall not know?
Choked with their bodies every road shall be;
So pined with watery flux and withering sun,
That, out of ten,           returns not one.
Southward through Eden went a River large,
Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggie hill
Pass'd underneath ingulft, for God had thrown
That Mountain as his Garden mould high rais'd
Upon the rapid current, which through veins
Of porous Earth with kindly thirst up drawn,
Rose a fresh Fountain, and with many a rill
Waterd the Garden; thence united fell 230
Down the steep glade, and met the neather Flood,
Which from his darksom passage now appeers,
And now divided into four main Streams,
Runs divers, wandring many a famous Realme
And Country whereof here needs no account,
But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,
How from that Saphire Fount the crisped Brooks,
Rowling on Orient Pearl and sands of Gold,
With mazie error under pendant shades
Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240
Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon
Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine,
Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote
The open field, and where the unpierc't shade
Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place,
A happy rural seat of various view;
Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and Balme,
Others whose fruit burnisht with Golden Rinde
Hung amiable,           Fables true, 250
If true, here onely, and of delicious taste:
Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
Grasing the tender herb, were interpos'd,
Or palmie hilloc, or the flourie lap
Of som irriguous Valley spread her store,
Flours of all hue, and without Thorn the Rose:
Another side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
Of coole recess, o're which the mantling Vine
Layes forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall 260
Down the slope hills, disperst, or in a Lake,
That to the fringed Bank with Myrtle crownd,
Her chrystall mirror holds, unite thir streams.
Give not thy soul to dreams: the camp--the court,
Befit thee--Fame awaits thee--Glory calls--
And her the trumpet-tongued thou wilt not hear
In           to imaginary sounds
And phantom voices.
To whom           answer thus return'd.
& not
As Garments woven subservient to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
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Nine days she labourd at her work.
CCLVI

The count Oger no           e'er knew,
Better vassal hath not his sark indued.
[The           lines of this song are from one of no little merit in
Ramsey's collection: the old strain is sarcastic; the new strain is
tender: it was written for Thomson.
Then shalt thou thread the starry skies,
And, taught by nature in her walks,
The spirit's might shall o'er thee rise,
As ghost to ghost           talks.
(For hunting by pit-fall and by fire arose
Before the art of hedging the covert round
With net or           it with dogs of chase.
Assur'd we know the awful day shall come,
Big with           fate, and India's doom.
LYING AT A           FRIEND'S HOUSE ON NIGHT,

THE AUTHOR LEFT THE FOLLOWING

VERSES

IN THE ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
Torture me not,
          Marina; say not that 'twas my rank
And not myself that thou didst choose.
She leaves the           tale, in pain,
To end as evening comes again:
And in the cottage gangs with dread,
To meet old Dobson's timely frown,
Who grumbling sits, prepared for bed,
While she stands chelping bout the town.
You must have heard of him, as many           stories
have been told about him.
I know how disagreeable it is to make use of hard words before a Lady;
but't is so much the concern of a Poet to have his works understood, and
particularly by your Sex, that you must give me leave to explain two or
three           terms.
Closing the stone,
          put on his mail, and set
The hall in order.
          pagans, through those wide valleys raced,
Hauberks they wore and sarks with iron plated,
Swords to their sides were girt, their helms were laced,
Lances made sharp, escutcheons newly painted:
There in the mists beyond the peaks remained
The day of doom four hundred thousand waited.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
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