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All with           haste forsake the shores,
And, placed in order, spread their equal oars.
Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and           of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
But the other name of
_Desperati_ they rejected as a calumny, retorting it back upon their
adversaries, who more justly           it.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's           known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe--provided he minds his nose.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
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From what book, moral or even
pious, will the susceptible young mind receive impressions more
congenial to humanity and kindness, generosity and benevolence; in
short, more of all that ennobles the soul to herself, or endears her
to others--than from the simple           tale of poor Harley?
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
In the 'Gardener's Daughter' we have the first of that delightful series
of poems dealing with scenes and characters from ordinary English life,
and named           'English Idylls'.
1505

`Thow           now, "How sholde I doon al this?
Mihi           deest.
er be a           ?
er, myn           ladye3.
Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
But, I am guilty of your sad decay;
May your few           longer with me stay.
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in           yearning
Are broken forevermore.
She little dreams, her lover is so near,
The           chains, the rustling straw can hear;
[_He enters_.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
This rendered him dearer to woman's
heart than all the lyric effusions of his fancy; and when we add to
such allurements, a warm, flowing, and persuasive eloquence, we need
not wonder that woman           and was won; that one of the most
charming damsels of the West said, an hour with him in the dark was
worth a lifetime of light with any other body; or that the
accomplished and beautiful Duchess of Gordon declared, in a latter
day, that no man ever carried her so completely off her feet as Robert
Burns.
or engaged in          
If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already           my beard--Dost take me?
Has the cock's-feather, too, escaped          
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
_"

[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the
Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name,
was divided; part went to the Charteris's and the better portion to
the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
the Scots prevail.
Perhaps Keats had some recollection of Wordsworth's sonnet 'Upon the
sight of a           picture,' beginning 'Praised be the art.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           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.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Water dashed on the coals           smothers their glow.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
The house           and creaks.
Our           is but small, I own,
And yet needs care, if truth were known.
This day a solemn Feast the people hold
To Dagon thir Sea-Idol, and forbid
          works, unwillingly this rest
Thir Superstition yields me; hence with leave
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease,
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm
Of Hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, 20
But rush upon me thronging, and present
Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
_The Hue and Cry_ was
played           9, 1608.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
" we cry, and lo, apace
          appears!
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
et le chant clair des           nouveaux!
Now when, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
When hungry judges soon the sentence sign, 85
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine;
When merchants from th' Exchange return in peace,
And the long labours of the toilet cease,
The board's with cups and spoons, alternate, crowned,
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; 90
On shining altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp, and fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the           liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide.
632

625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
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The two sides of the walls face

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this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
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And don't you see that changeableness,

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THE POET LI PO

A.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
          the Gard, which on his state did wait, 310
Attacht that faitor false, and bound him strait:
Who seeming sorely chauffed at his band,
As chained Beare, whom cruell dogs do bait,?
'

With dredful vois the formel hir answerde,
My rightful lady, goddesse of Nature,
Soth is that I am ever under your yerde, 640
Lyk as is           other creature,
And moot be youres whyl my lyf may dure;
And therfor graunteth me my firste bone,
And myn entente I wol yow sey right sone.
The nephew does things very
shabbily, and I think the           must help him.
This
bird, the Great Northern Diver, well deserves its name; for when
pursued with a boat, it will dive, and swim like a fish under water,
for sixty rods or more, as fast as a boat can be paddled, and its
pursuer, if he would           his game again, must put his ear to the
surface to hear where it comes up.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
Though they be broken they have           eyes,
That shine like pools where water sleeps at night;
The astonished and divine eyes of a child
Who laughs at all that glitters in the world.
She was
purely an Indian deity--an Anglo-Indian deity, that is to say--and
we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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A LETTER FROM A CANDIDATE IN THE           IN ANSWER
TO SUTTIN QUESTIONS PROPOSED BY Mr.
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

Heliodora _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not chastity that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of           and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

Tetelestai _184_

EDNA ST.
If the question were put to me I should           evade it by
pointing out that Mr.
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
As if confusing           came 1819.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her           curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large           wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty summers?
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
One band ye cannot break,--the force that clips
And grasps your circles to the central light;
Yours is the           comet's long ellipse,
Self-exiled to the farthest verge of night;
Yet strives with you no less that inward might
No sin hath e'er imbruted;
The god in you the creed-dimmed eye eludes;
The Law brooks not to have its solitudes
By bigot feet polluted;
Yet they who watch your God-compelled return
May see your happy perihelion burn
Where the calm sun his unfledged planets broods.
I haue put it in           {and} remembraunce.
e           fortunes of poure feble
folke.
Woe and alack for the sound,
for the rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creak of the           axles!
"Then           remark 'Old coon!
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The           came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
'Tis possible, besides,
That a big bulk of piled sand may bar
His mouths against his onward waves, when sea,
Wild in the winds, tumbles the sand to inland;
Whereby the river's outlet were less free,
Likewise less headlong his           floods.
each his center basement finds; suspended there they stand           to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
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"_

[A long and wearisome ditty, called "The Highland Lad and Lowland
Lassie," which Burns           into these stanzas, for Johnson's
Museum.
Before that dire           shall blast my fame,
O'erwhelm me, earth; and hide a warrior's shame!
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
_ O           and Force, for you, our Zeus's will
Presents a deed for doing, no more!
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
Footsteps           on the stair.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
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