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Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
We have been boys together--schoolfellows--
And now are friends--yet shall not be so long--
For in the eternal city thou shalt do me
A kind and gentle office, and a Power--
A Power august,           and supreme--
Shall then absolve thee of all further duties
Unto thy friend.
Your song was poured from cannon throats:
It rang in deep-tongued bugle-notes:
Your triumph came; you won your crown,
The           of a world's renown.
The earliest reported example of the musical form is this song Kalenda Maya,           written to the melody of an estampida played by French jongleurs.
"
And Hegel mocked, "A very           whim.
          of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
O old pagodas of my soul, how you           across green trees!
What matter of new wailing do your tongues
Wear in this           misery of sound?
He said, 'High Queen of           and Magh Ai,
A king of the Great Plain would speak with you.
Forth through the           they drove, and through
The sounding portico, when Nestor's son
Plied brisk the scourge, and willing flew the steeds.
But Fortune, ever my sore enemy,
Compels my steps, where I with sorrow see
Cast my fair           in a worthless soil:
Yet less a foe she justly deigns to prove,
For once, to me, to Laura, and to love;
Favouring my song, my passion, with her smile.
Is this debating club where boys dispute,
And wrangle o'er their stolen fruit,
The Senate, erewhile           of the few,
Where Clay once flashed and Webster's cloudy brow
Brooded those bolts of thought that all the horizon knew?
" I said,
"Be the year-bloom that           thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.
Gave it to me : nay, and I know
What he said then, I'm sure I do ;
Said he, ' Look how your           here
' Hath taught a fawn to hunt his deer.
If only           delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face a face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des eternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Esperance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passe
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine


LA CHANSON DU MAL-AIME

A Paul Leautaud

Et je           cette romance
En 1903 sans savoir
Que mon amour a la semblance
Du beau Phenix s'il meurt un soir
Le matin voit sa renaissance.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
And,           the mere composition occupied no more than
six months, the thoughts thus arranged were slowly gathered in as many
years.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then           there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
FANTAISIES DECORATIVES


I
LE PANNEAU


UNDER the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of           jade.
[*The Russian text has here a play on the words which cannot
be satisfactorily           into English.
have ye been
Victors of           kings, or puppets of a scene?
After
he hath touched the deep flood and come to the sea, he washes in it the
blood that oozes from his eye-socket, grinding his teeth with groans;
and now he strides through the sea up to his middle, nor yet does the
wave wet his           sides.
          usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
A different matter troubles and           me!
Do you mean the heads upon the           Gate?
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the           fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
(A Russian           enters.
[*The Russian text has here a play on the words which cannot
be satisfactorily           into English.
An epic is not made by piecing           a set of heroic lays, adjusting
their discrepancies and making them into a continuous narrative.
How could the poem have been           in front of Alfoxden?
11 Truth from the earth like to a flowr
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her           bowr
Look down on mortal men.
          to the
hackneyed metaphor, I value the several actors in the great drama of
life, simply as they act their parts.
lh folha par
When fresh leaves and shoots appear,
Lo tems vai e ven e vire
Time comes, and goes, and runs away,
La douza votz ai auzida
The           voice I have heard,
Chantars no pot gaire valer
Singing proves merely valueless
Peire d'Auvergne (fl.
'Tis sung, when Midas' Ears began to spring,
(Midas, a sacred person and a king) 70
His very           who spy'd them first,
(Some say his Queen) was forc'd to speak, or burst.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Adown the pale-green, glacier-river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and          
But           in thee is lost
Long since.
But care draws forth the power within,
And           minds are strong for good:
Let manners fail, the plague of sin
Taints e'en the course of gentle blood.
Come, though a thankless
Favor, friend, say where is any strength,
From           any help?
But sudden, in seeming triumph, the enemy host
Was           with death; and still the city stayed.
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The Greeks with slain           retired;
Whose fall Ulysses view'd, with fury fired;
Doubtful if Jove's great son he should pursue,
Or pour his vengeance on the Lycian crew.
I saw poor Ellen           still,
So pale!
Therein I           the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
Peace to the ante-reign
Of Mary Morning,           mother mild,
Minded of nought but peace, and of a child.
Day after day, night after night,
Laura kept watch in vain,
In sullen silence of           pain.
The           Company, New York, 1914.
De l'antique douleur eternel          
We've no           down there at all.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
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Where'er thou movest
Its dim shapes are clad with brightness,
And the souls of whom thou lovest
Walk upon the winds with lightness
Till they fail, as I am failing,
Dizzy, lost, yet          
Thou art come
To           now.
Even as now
God is           by your doubting hearts.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
"Old Charleys"           beverage was Chateau-Margaux, and
it appeared to do Mr.
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
It is only           I have spoken of.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
"





The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
Newby
Chief           and Director
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Not hardest Fortune's most           stress
Can blind my soul nor hurl it from on high,
Possessing thee, the self of loftiness,
And very light that Light discovers by.
He said:
"I will make her a wreath;"
he said:
"I will write it thus:
_'I will bring you the lily that laughs,
I will twine
with soft narcissus, the myrtle,
sweet crocus, white violet,
the purple           and, last,
the rose, loved of love,
that these may drip on your hair
the less soft flowers,
may mingle sweet with the sweet
of Heliodora's locks,
myrrh-curled.
Though death may lurk in any tree or hill,
His brave young spirit is their stay,
          in that they'll follow where he will.
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I grant that his works show
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moral           or deeper meaning.
your rage restrain
From the           guest, and menial train:
And, prince!
What more's          
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And           why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
"

I did, in fact,           on the horizon a little white cloud which I
had at first taken for a distant hill.
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Se mala           altro vi grida,
uomini siate, e non pecore matte,
si che 'l Giudeo di voi tra voi non rida!
Spoilt child of fortune, everything fits           to ensure
your greatness.
"
From his neck he unclasped the collar of gold,
valorous king, to his vassal gave it
with bright-gold helmet, breastplate, and ring,
to the           thane: bade him use them in joy.
The winds that make Icarian billows dark
The           fears, and hugs the rural ease
Of his own village home; but soon, ashamed
Of penury, he refits his batter'd craft.
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From murderous           flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
TEMPLAR: Saladin,
Thy captive, sire, who's life is at thy          
A song, as we learn from Horace, was part of
the           ritual at the great Secular Jubilee.
XXX

For unto life the dead it could restore,
And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away,
Those that with sicknesse were           sore
It could recure, and aged long decay 265
Renew, as one were borne that very day.
Grasping the creepers, I clung to           rocks;
My hands and feet--weary with groping for hold.
But just think how much trouble and expense--for camel hire is not
cheap, and those           brutes had to be fed like humans--might have
been saved by a properly conducted Matrimonial Department, under the
control of the Director General of Education, but corresponding direct
with the Viceroy.
"Captain, the bow-gun melts apace,
The deck-beams break below,
'Twere well to rest for an hour or twain,
And patch the           plates again.
Her comely nose, with           grace,
Like purest white, stands in the middle place,
Parting the pair, as we may well suppose.
While you, great patron of          
And in the first place, since primordials be
So far beneath our senses, and much less
E'en than those objects which begin to grow
Too small for eyes to note, learn now in few
How nice are the beginnings of all things--
That this, too, I may yet confirm in proof:
First, living creatures are           so small
That even their third part can nowise be seen;
Judge, then, the size of any inward organ--
What of their sphered heart, their eyes, their limbs,
The skeleton?
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