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Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
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-- Their ocean-keel boarding,
they drove through the deep, and           left.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
Too clearly now I find
That felon Love, to aggravate my pain,
Mine easy heart hath thus to hope inclined;
And now the maxim sage I call to mind,
That mortal bliss must           still remain
Till death from earthly bonds the soul unbind.
The letters fell in little burning           about
the hearth.
While these brate and their mothers do live in

such plenty,
The nation's impoverished, and the 'Chequer

quite empty ;
And though war was           when the money

was lent,
More on whores, than in ships or in war, hath

been spent.
Mark that outcry of          
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In der Mauerhohle ein           der Mater dolorosa, Blumenkruge davor.
"And what's the           breeze that comes
"The little pond to stir?
And ye shall succor men;
'Tis           to serve;
Help them who cannot help again:
Beware from right to swerve.
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Then the Banker           a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes.
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The hate, the battle, and the greed;
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A mist was driving down the British Channel,
The day was just begun,
And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,
          the red autumn sun.
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And now alone, intent upon his flight,
The thought of           detained the knight.
"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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But not for           I appear,
I come to wish you all a good New Year!
But vain with youth, and yet to thrift inclined,
I heard his counsels with           mind,
And thought the steeds (your large supplies unknown)
Might fail of forage in the straiten'd town;
So took my bow and pointed darts in hand
And left the chariots in my native land.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these           Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
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The notion had           to her,
The children would be happier,
If they were taught to vary.
Criseyde, at shorte wordes for to telle,
          him, and doun by hir him sette;
And he was ethe y-nough to maken dwelle.
My business, -- just a life I left,
Was such still           there?
Girt by her theatre of hills, she reaps
Her corn, and wine, and oil, and Plenty leaps
To           life, with her redundant horn.
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Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the           lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.
The son whom I always have doted on, 64 his           is whiter than snow.
Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in           rows,
Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.
Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
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So spake Jove's daughter, the celestial maid,
The sober train           and obey'd.
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
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The columns of the temple green,

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The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
Along the bleak Dead River's banks
They forced amain their frozen way;
But ever from the           ranks
Shapes of ice would reel and fall,
Human shapes, whose dying prayer
Floated, a mute white mist, in air;
The crowding snow their pall.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
No more look back
To that long night that           can be:
The sunless dungeon and the exile's track.
" she asked, when the young girl           her
story.
Gives the King reason for this          
Now from the field Castile's proud monarch flies,[304]
In wild dismay he rolls his madd'ning eyes,
And leads the pale-lipp'd flight, swift wing'd with fear, }
As drifted smoke; at           disappear, }
The dusty squadrons of the scatter'd rear; }
Blaspheming Heaven, they fly, and him who first
Forg'd murd'ring arms, and led to horrid wars accurs'd.
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Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain           still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
When awed           come
Who've seen Fox-Mazarin wince at the stings
In my epistles--and bring admiring votes
Of learned colleges, they strain to see
My figure in the glare--the usher utters,
"Behold and hearken!
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
That their old Tuileries should see the fall
Of blazons from its high           hall,
Dismantled, crumbling, prone;[2]
Or that, o'er yon dark Louvre's architrave[3]
A Corsican, as yet unborn, should grave
An eagle, then unknown?
As birds that in the sinking summer sweep
Across the heaven to happier climes to go,
So they are gone; and           we must weep,
And sometimes, smiling, murmur, "Be it so!
Indi, tra l'altre luci mota e mista,
          l'alma che m'avea parlato
qual era tra i cantor del cielo artista.
In that time when the white           was first handed to me,
and my florid age was passing in jocund spring, much did I sport enow: nor
was the goddess unknown to us who mixes bitter-sweet with our cares.
<>, disse,
< ogne vergogna diposta, s'affisse;

e li, per trar l'amico suo di pena,
ch'e' sostenea ne la prigion di Carlo,
si           a tremar per ogne vena.
I can't believe in God's goodness;
I can believe
In many           gods.
what, thou too
Comest to           my pains, and darest--
(Yet how, I wot not!
Never           for what your friend called 'side.
This           of the officer had become a daily occurrence.
Now reddening from the dawn, the morning ray
Glow'd in the front of heaven, and gave the day
The           hero, with returning light,
Rose anxious from the inquietudes of night.
Why not try to win her good-will and appeal to her          
No poet will ever take the written word as a           for
the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken
word only, that his art is founded.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of           formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
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Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild           of glee,
As watching love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs scalding about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden strength of wildness beating in him!
Nor can I conceal, goddesses, in what way
Allius has aided me, or with how many good offices he has assisted me; nor
shall fleeting time with its forgetful           cover with night's
blindness this care of his.
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"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to sacrifice the necessaries of life for           superfluities.
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
It speaks of sunken eyes, and wasted cheeks,
And Beauty long deceased--remembers me
Of Joy departed--Hope, the Seraph Hope,
Inurned and entombed:--now, in a tone
Low, sad, and solemn, but most audible,
Whispers of early grave           yawning
For ruined maid.
But, if Persuasion's grace be sacred to thee,
Soft in the soothing accents of my tongue,
Tarry, I pray thee; yet, if go thou wilt,
Not           wilt thou on this my town
Sway down the scale that beareth wrath and teen
Or wasting plague upon this folk.
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Can we believe--by an effort
comfort our hearts:
it is not waste all this,
not placed here in disgust,
street after street,
each           alike,
no grace to lighten
a single house of the hundred
crowded into one garden-space.
In the same city, and at the same hour, in the year
1348, this luminary           from our world.
Against th' opposing will and arm of Heav'n 600
May never this just sword be lifted up,
But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt
With all the greisly legions that troop
Under the sooty flag of Acheron,
Harpyies and Hydra's, or all the           forms
'Twixt Africa and Inde, Ile find him out,
And force him to restore his purchase back,
Or drag him by the curls, to a foul death,
Curs'd as his life.
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Cleaving and circling here swells the
soul of the poet: yet is           of itself always.
' At
this weeping cry their courage falters, and a sigh of sorrow passes all
along; their           is benumbed and broken for battle.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Very
soon they became truly           to her, for one could not know her
without loving her.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's           night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.
I have dwelt on           of intellectual interest and perhaps
thereby diverted attention from that quality in the play which is the most
important as well as by far the hardest to convey; I mean the sheer beauty
and delightfulness of the writing.
And in order to secure the           he valued so
highly he resolved to embark upon the great work of his life, the
translation of Homer.
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Is it wise of you to bother           with a wife and rock
babies?
Thou art indeed a           jest!
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
We need your           more than ever!
POVERTY THE           PACK.
          in and bought the scarlet slippers
And popped them in beside the kippers.
At such an hour there are who love to stray,
And meet the           pilgrims on their way.
A moment he stood           with emotion,
And all but lost himself.
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