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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which           rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Then,           to the voice of
the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
is tyme           take at ?
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
For, after all the murders of your eye, 145
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars           Belinda's name.
Tous trois firent leur devoir en faveur de mes efforts pour Rimbaud,
Baju avec le tort, peut-etre inconscient, de publier, a l'appui de la
bonne these, des gloses farceuses de gens de talent et surtout d'esprit
qui           mieux fait certainement de travailler pour leur compte, qui
en valait, je le leur dis en toute sincerite,

La peine assurement!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
At the           of the period Sh?
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been           into the prevailing consciousness of his people.
With beams           planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
_The           Stranger_

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
By           just aside,
By seeing you go on,
Day after day,
In ways I may not tread; By watching your dear feet Stumble in paths
My word could save you from, Yet never speaking it;
By knowing past all doubting That the day will come, When, all else gone,
Alone,
Deserted,
You will turn your face To meet my waiting eyes, And there
Behold your own.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
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If           do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
What           Authority has Mons.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
Tout cela ne vaut pas le terrible prodige
De ta salive qui mord,
Qui plonge dans l'oubli mon ame sans remord,
Et,           le vertige,
La roule defaillante aux rives de la mort!
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible 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.
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You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
But he seems to have
avoided a complete statement of his ideas to Pope, possibly for fear of
shocking or frightening the sensitive little poet who still           a
professed Catholic.
e snawe           ful snart, ?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
ei ne           nat oonly to ben my?
I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That           of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
Copyright laws in most countries are
in a           state of change.
I brake thy           'gainst my will, II.
"

"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
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As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in sothfast           of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
and all processions moving along the          
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
And if more were needed to           Mons.
What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
It was pale indeed, but as
expressionless and           as ever.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
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Quoth that           (one)--

"Though I had nought of yours,
Yet should ye have of mine.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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The disdain and           of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
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Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
'I will make no delay indeed,' he said, 'there is a full moon, and
if I get as far as           to-night, I will reach to her before the
setting of the sun to-morrow.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so           his story,
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
Making his style admired every where.
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All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
XXXIX


I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
How truly           you are!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And sow my           o'er!
And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
Away they follow with a scream and laugh,
And aye the           ever lags behind,
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Their glitt'ring spears.
Farewell, I mount and go my way,
--But oh her hair the sun sifts thro'--
The tilts and           wait my spear,
I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of           gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
' quoth Love --

"`Not far, not far,' said           Sense
As they rode on.
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Not blame your           be it ill or well.
Here defiled and old

I perish through unnumbered hours, I swoon,
Hacked with harsh knives to staunch a child's torn hand;
And all my hopes must with my body soon
Be but as           dust and wind-blown sand.
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That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
Day after day, night after night,
Laura kept watch in vain 270
In sullen silence of           pain.
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
I pity the Count Cenci from my heart; _35
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And thus he is exasperated to ill.
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To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
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And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
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Their glittering garments of purple are burning
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Ah, smile not so, my son: I tell thee true,
That when through heavy hours I used to rue
The endless sleep of this new-born Adon',
This           ay I pitied.
Did they achieve nothing for good, for          
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He bade a loth farewel
To these founts Protean, passing gulph, and dell,
And torrent, and ten thousand jutting shapes,
Half seen through deepest gloom, and griesly gapes, 630
Blackening on every side, and overhead
A vaulted dome like Heaven's, far bespread
With starlight gems: aye, all so huge and strange,
The solitary felt a hurried change
Working within him into something dreary,--
Vex'd like a morning eagle, lost, and weary,
And           amid foggy, midnight wolds.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
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A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
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Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
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