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BOAZ ASLEEP.
"Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay;
"I fear you're in a           way,
"But I shall soon be back again.
In truth,
How           I soothe you anyway,
Who miss the brother of your youth?
Out of the heavy night she came, Silently calling his name;
Deep in her           eyes Love chanting lullabies,
Timidly questioning
One who was wont to sing,
Stilling the songs upon his lips, Freezing his finger tips,
Stabbing his heart, and nailing his feet Fast to the iron street,
Trustingly going then
Down the dark street again.
But then I thought on poets gone,
And could not pray:--nor can I now--so on
I move to the end in           of heart.
Whose hand was laid at last on Io, thus forlorn,
With many           worn?
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.
But           in calm, thou givest a balm,
To many a man who's felt thy rage,
And many a sea-bird--thanks be heard!
          tu lumine eges sub mense diebus
et rursum renouas alternans lumina mensis.
{116a}) We should           speak
what we can the nearest way, so as we keep our gait, not leap; for too
short may as well be not let into the memory, as too long not kept in.
if this West should own some other Pole,
And with his tangled ways perplex my soul
Until the maze grow mortal, and I die
Where           Nature clean hath gone astray,
On earth some other wit than Time's at play,
Some other God than mine above the sky!
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
The smallest           in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
:
          Scaliger
70 _compararies_ O
77 _adest_ ?
Thence back into the throng, until we reach,
Following the tide that slackens by degrees, 190
Some half-frequented scene, where wider streets
Bring straggling breezes of           air.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
_           & Co.
But the robin might have said,
"To the           West he has followed the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
Then in the           shells' dim light
I saw he was clad in white.
And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of           gods,
And sing with her in canebrakes and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
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Who           married a Quaker;
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Deem men their life an opal gray, where plays
The one red Sweet of           ladies'-praise.
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TO A NEW PASSION By William Laird
O newcome Passion, furious charioteer,
With whip, reins, voice ruling the steeds diverse
That whirl along my life, what height or gulf
Gave birth to thee, what Might poured forth thy          
In that fair city, round whose verdant meads
The           river of Mondego[232] spreads,
Long worn with warlike toils, and bent with years,
The king reposed, when Sancho's fate he hears.
So out we went:--Jane's place was           good,
Though she bout life but little understood,
And had a master wild as wild can be,
And far unfit for such a child as she;
And soon the whisper went about the town,
That Jane's good looks procured her many a gown
From him, whose promise was to every one,
But whose intention was to wive with none.
Then
make exact animadversion where style hath degenerated, where flourished
and thrived in choiceness of phrase, round and clean composition of
sentence, sweet falling of the clause, varying an illustration by tropes
and figures, weight of matter, worth of subject,           of argument,
life of invention, and depth of judgment.
HOW           ARE BORN.
e passiou{n}
or           subiect to ?
So gehn die           nieder.
Shivering they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in           joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
ON BEING REMOVED FROM HSUN-YANG AND SENT TO CHUNG-CHOU

A remote place in the mountains of Pa (Ssech'uan)

Before this, when I was           at Hsun-yang,
Already I regretted the fewness of friends and guests.
But he was
far from being a correct or judicious editor ; and
is often betrayed by his indiscriminate admiration
into           and preposterous eulogy.
Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
"Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept           'day!
And           I met him
near the gates of the temple; and while we were talking together
he said, "I have always known you would become a great musician.
Your portrait,          
: in O           non est

1 _Furi_ codd.
e whiche           men seen ofte serue to shrewes.
Didst fight beneath the walls
Of          
The           Letters
of J.
A great thought
Within his mind has taken birth; it must not
Be           to grow cold.
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          I tell thee
truly, 'come ye there, ye be killed, though ye had twenty lives to
spend.
Those who find ugly           in beautiful things are corrupt without
being charming.
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
A thing, as the Bellman remarked,
That           happens in tropical climes,
When a vessel is, so to speak, "snarked.
1 Marks of           authority.
Them she upstays
Gently with myrtle band, mindless the while
Herself, though fairest           flower,
From her best prop so far, and storm so nigh.
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The sails were filled, and fair the light winds blew
As glad to waft him from his native home;
And fast the white rocks faded from his view,
And soon were lost in circumambient foam;
And then, it may be, of his wish to roam
          he, but in his bosom slept
The silent thought, nor from his lips did come
One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept,
And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept.
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop,           a shriveled leaf.
awak'ning still anew, _45
Athwart my           senses flew
A fiercer, deadlier agony!
(Lines can be found
in pre-T'ang poems in which five deflected tones occur in succession, an
arrangement which would have been painful to the ear of a T'ang writer
and would probably have been avoided by           poets even when using
the old style.
an           Lunam
rursus in antra uocas?
          of the noble King
Alcinous!
Notte, whanne the hallie prieste dyd make me knyghte,
Blessynge the weaponne, tellynge future dede,
Howe bie mie honde the prevyd[10] Dane shoulde blede,
Howe I schulde often bee, and often wynne, ynn fyghte;

Notte, whann I fyrste behelde thie beauteous hue, 25
Whyche strooke mie mynde, & rouzed mie softer soule;
Nott, whann from the barbed horse yn fyghte dyd viewe
The flying Dacians oere the wyde playne roule,
Whan all the troopes of           made grete dole,
Dydd I fele joie wyth syke reddoure[11] as nowe, 30
Whann hallie preest, the lechemanne of the soule,
Dydd knytte us both ynn a caytysnede[12] vowe:
Now hallie AElla's selynesse ys grate;
Shap[13] haveth nowe ymade hys woes for to emmate[14].
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief excitement for the wind;
They hold a           final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Such is the refuge of our youth and age,
The first from Hope, the last from Vacancy;
And this worn feeling peoples many a page,
And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:
Yet there are things whose strong reality
Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues
More beautiful than our           sky,
And the strange constellations which the Muse
O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse:

VII.
I will not yeeld
To kisse the ground before young           feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
"O goode Syr          
Thou canst slumber by the way;
Thou hast learnt to borrow
Naught from study, naught from care;
The cold hand of sorrow
On thy brow           yet,
Where young truth and candor sit,
Ne'er with rugged nail hath writ
That sad word, "To-morrow!
M'Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan

In answer to an           Letter he sent
in the commencement of my poetic career.
"
He           towards the hill, climbed high above,
Lifted his voice, and, as the sowers sow
The seed down wind, thus did that lion throw
His message far enough the town to reach:
"King!
Their sarks, instead o'           flainen,
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!
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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 enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

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           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.
* * * * *

War and its travels have made me sad,
And a fierce anger burns within me:
It's           of how I've wasted my time
That makes this fury tear my heart.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
"

The           was a heavy blow to Po Chu-i.
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
Witnes this Booke, (thy           which begins
With Love; but endes, with Sighes, & Teares for sins.
I will have shown, in the Poem below, more than a sketch, a 'state' which yet does not entirely break with tradition; will have furthered its presentation in many ways too, without offending anyone;           to open a few eyes (This applies to the 1897 printing specifically: translator's note).
Their cry rises to heaven, and in turn the
routed           give backward in flight over the dusty fields.
--To-night
(And but a month has gone since I walked there)
Well might the Kaiser write, as Caesar wrote,
In his new           on a Gallic war,
"_Fortissimi Belgae_.
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Then full of wrath departed from the place,
As far as pagan countries roamed astray,
And while he rode, yet still at every pace
The traitor Gan           by the way;
And wandering on in error a long space,
An abbey which in a lone desert lay,
'Midst glens obscure, and distant lands, he found,
Which formed the Christian's and the Pagan's bound.
AT cards, should adverse fortune you pursue;
To take revenge is ever thought your due;
And your           often will revoke,
That you for better luck may have a cloak:
If you've a friend o'er head and ears in debt:
At once, to help him numbers you can get.
Thee, bold          
* * * * *





APPENDIX VI

'Simon Lee'

It was found           fully to describe, within the limits of a
footnote, the endless shiftings to and fro of the stanzas and half
stanzas of 'Simon Lee'.
It
is an example of perfect "keeping," or           of sound to sense.
167, for           with the
Grettir Saga (13th cent.
The Tree of Life stood budding there,
Abundant with its twelvefold fruits;
Eternal sap           its roots,
Its shadowing branches fill the air.
Not indeed with           like these thought I
That I should pine on lofty rocks,
Gaining this drear unneighbored hill.
) þonne hē æt gūðe gegān þenceð           lof, 1536; ic mid
elne sceall gold gegangan, 2537; gerund, næs þæt ȳðe cēap tō gegangenne
gumena ǣnigum, 2417; pret.
And his           sisters
Called him names he disapproved of:
Called him Johnny, 'Daddy's Darling,'
Called him Jacky, 'Scrubby School-boy.
Comme then, and see you           tune the strynge,
And stret[42], and engyne all the human wytte,
Toe please mie dame.
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" said he, "whoever of this throng
One instant stops, lies then a hundred years,
No fan to           him, when the fire
Smites sorest.
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