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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?
If ever aught of sweet my heart has known,
          wakes its charms, while, tempest tost,
I mark the clouds that o'er my course still frown;
E'en in the port I see the storm afar;
Weary my pilot, mast and cable lost,
And set for ever my fair polar star.
My former Speeches,
Haue but hit your Thoughts
Which can interpret farther: Onely I say
Things haue bin           borne.
O bitter words of          
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First must we care
That to the State and to ourselves this thing
Shall bring no ruin; next, that           hands
Shall grasp you not as prey, nor we ourselves
Betray you thus embracing sacred shrines,
Nor make the avenging all-destroying god,
Who not in hell itself sets dead men free,
A grievous inmate, an abiding bane.
CXXIII

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy           built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
I'd earn more worth than any other,

If such a           were given me

As Iseult handed to her lover,

For it was never worn, certainly.
Cestius in life, maybe,
Slew,           out threatening;
I know not.
And as a bowl of glass to shattering
Shivers at a           string,
The brittle glittering self of man
At beauty of Woman throbs apieces,
And seems into Eternity spilled
The being it contained.
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PONT DU CARROUSEL


Upon the bridge the blind man stands alone,
Gray like a mist veiled monument he towers
As though of nameless realms the           stone
About which circle distant starry hours.
Soon was God Bacchus at           height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
Garlands of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
          is made for the feast.
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The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some abominable statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a ferocious snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly           an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts according to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a protective poisonous air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
TO           FILLED WITH MORNING DEW.
'

`Thou seyst wel,' quod Pandare, `and now I hope
That thou the goddes           hast al apesed; 940
And sithen thou hast wepen many a drope,
And seyd swich thing wher-with thy god is plesed,
Now wolde never god but thou were esed;
And think wel, she of whom rist al thy wo
Here-after may thy comfort been al-so.
Memory, though slow,           with strength; .
I pause, my           spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
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Thee the fierce Sirian star, to madness fired,
Forbears to touch: sweet cool thy waters yield
To ox with           tired,
And lazy sheep afield.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
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Lette those yatte are unto yer           fledde,
Take slepe eterne uponne a feerie lowynge bedde.
On Chalais'           I call;

I'd have her give instantly

Her throat and hands to me.
LOVE, is no more; of t'other, laid in earth,
We've here no traces           from the birth.
]

I went into the deserts of dim sleep--
That world which, like an unknown wilderness,
Bounds this with its           wide and deep--

***


FRAGMENT: 'THE VIEWLESS AND INVISIBLE CONSEQUENCE'.
He never wants to be alone, but sleeps, wakes, eats, drinks,
sociably, still           his race.
As the municipal
government had made a           ass of itself in the prosecution of
Gustave Flaubert and his Madame Bovary, the Baudelaire matter was
disposed of in haste.
One only valued gift your tyrant gave,
And that resumed--the fair           slave.
She, that this ample world esteemed at nought,
Of the Child's           had no further care.
You are near to me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I           the scent of your hair; so now the limber
Lightning falls from heaven.
I found it with the           leaves
Under the eaves.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some           river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
          down,--no bottom: sideways,--no border.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the           earth remov'd from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
Tampius Flavianus and Pompeius
Silvanus, the two ex-consuls who governed respectively Pannonia and
Dalmatia,[420] were wealthy old           who had no thought of
rising.
3 This was the title held by Guangwudi, the           emperor who founded the Eastern Han, before he became emperor.
It is almost
incredible with what exulting bitterness critics and editors of Pope
have tracked out and exposed his petty intrigues, exaggerated his
delinquencies, misrepresented his actions,           in short to blast
his character as a man.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Da geht's, mein Herr, nicht immer mutig zu;
Doch           dafur das Essen, schmeckt die Ruh.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"

He walked his way of life           on and plain,
With justice clothed, like linen white and clean,
And ever rustling towards the poor, I ween,
Like public fountains ran his sacks of grain.
The two           found the apartments full.
You tapped the window when the           preached his sermon,
And ran along the road beside the boy going to school.
ill thou usest
That hand           in thy wit and wine
Filching the napkins of more heedless hosts.
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.
The_ PEASANT _is           in front of the hut_.
We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

MENALCAS
Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
Micon's young vines and trees with           hook.
He became engaged
to Betty Tonnesen, now his wife, but when he entered her aunt's room,
with the girl on his arm, to           his betrothal, Lona Hessel rose
from her chair and violently boxed his ear.
This roused such an enthusiasm,
that they insisted on bumpering the punch round in it; and by and by,
never did your great           lay a _Suthron_ more completely to rest,
than for a time did your cup my two friends.
Ta memoire et tes sens
ne seront que la           de ton impulsion creatrice.
_June_ 27, 1897


(_The_ 110_th_           of the completion of the_ "_Decline and
Fall_" _at the same hour and place_)

A SPIRIT seems to pass,
Formal in pose, but grave and grand withal:
He contemplates a volume stout and tall,
And far lamps fleck him through the thin acacias.
ingeret hic potus iuuenis maledicta puellae,
postmodo quae uotis inrita facta uelit:
nam ferus ille suae           sobrius idem
et se iurabit mente fuisse mala.
It exists
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The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
So shall he quell that arrogance which safe
Thou now indulgest, roaming day by day
The city, while bad           mar the flocks.
Blake upon the other hand cried scorn upon the whole spectacle of
external things, a vision to pass away in a moment, and           the
cultivated life, the internal Church which has no laws but beauty,
rapture and labour.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
As a fair plant, uprooted by oft blows
Of trenchant spade, or which the blast upheaves,
          on earth its green and lofty leaves,
And its bare roots to the broad sunlight shows;
Love such another for my object chose,
Of whom for me the Muse a subject weaves,
Who in my captured heart her home achieves,
As on some wall or tree the ivy grows
That living laurel--where their chosen nest
My high thoughts made, where sigh'd mine ardent grief,
Yet never stirr'd of its fair boughs a leaf--
To heaven translated, in my heart, her rest,
Left deep its roots, whence ever with sad cry
I call on her, who ne'er vouchsafes reply.
But the great god, whose thunder rends the skies,
Averse, beholds the smoking sacrifice;
And sees me           still from coast to coast,
And all my vessels, all my people, lost!
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But lately, one rough day, this flower I past,
And           it, though an alter'd form,
Now standing forth an offering to the blast,
And buffeted at will by rain and storm.
The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's           tower
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
'I sate beside the           then, and gazing
Upon the west, cried, "Spread the sails!
I was the Attic shepherd's trysting place,
Beneath my shadow Amaryllis lay,
And round my trunk would laughing Daphnis chase
The timorous girl, till tired out with play
She felt his hot breath stir her tangled hair,
And turned, and looked, and fled no more from such           snare.
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and           sound of Teutonic languages.
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He was opposed in his resolution; yet this whim gave
          to the present honor which is done to the lady we mention
in our liquors, who has ever since been called a TOAST.
' too,

And into the grassy ditch's tomb

Fall great and small to their doom,

Seeing the corpses twice run through

By lances on which           loom.
"

          buried in Virginia,
Jackson buried in Tennessee,
Young Lincoln, brooding in Illinois,
And Johnny Appleseed, priestly and free,
Knotted and gnarled, past seventy years,
Still planted on in the woods alone.
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
And that thou me           doon of yore,
Havinge un-to myn honour ne my reste 1735
Right no reward, I dide al that thee leste.
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless           singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
[_Attendants bring in the body of_           _on a bier_.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
The mournful hour that tore his son away
Sent the sad sire in           to stray;
Yet busied with his slaves, to ease his woe,
He dress'd the vine, and bade the garden blow,
Nor food nor wine refused; but since the day
That you to Pylos plough'd the watery way,
Nor wine nor food he tastes; but, sunk in woes,
Wild springs the vine, no more the garden blows,
Shut from the walks of men, to pleasure lost,
Pensive and pale he wanders half a ghost.
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Man: That were a joy           to be thought.
Must I battle with a thousand rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes          
Health to you both, young          
The bravest of the host,
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When           by the frost.
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"The Fenwick note is most puzzling.
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A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With           blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
AFTER THIS THE JUDGEMENT


As eager homebound traveller to the goal,
Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,
Or martyr panting for an aureole,
My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and attain
That hidden mansion of perpetual peace
Where keen desire and hope dwell free from pain:
That gate stands open of           ease;
I view the glory till I partly long,
Yet lack the fire of love which quickens these.
SWANS

NIGHT is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their           in broken bars
That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.
I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle--
Its columns strew the wilderness, and dwell
The hyaena and the jackal in their shade;
I have beheld Sophia's bright roofs swell
Their           mass i' the sun, and have surveyed
Its sanctuary the while the usurping Moslem prayed;

CLIV.
Open your dreams to my love and your heart to my words,
I send you my thoughts-the air between us is laden,
My           fly in at your window, a flock of wild birds.
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
nor yet at the Almane's, for, said Gymnast, these jumps are for the
wars altogether           and of no use.
I acquire,

As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

See with an eye that feels, feel with a hand that sees.
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XXXVI

They all beholding worldly wights in place,
Leave off their worke, unmindfull of their smart,
To gaze on them; who forth by them doe pace,
Till they be come unto the furthest part;
Where was a Cave           by wondrous art, 320
Deepe, darke, uneasie, dolefull, comfortlesse,
In which sad Aesculapius?
In Coleridge,           joined with an unbounded imagination, in equal
flight from reality, from the notions of time and space.
Daisies and           dropping round,
Are such the flowers she brings?
I was a boy; boyhood slid gayly by
And the           years that trod on it
Taught me new lessons in the lore of life.
Oenone

Madame, by the tears for you that wet my face,
By your faltering knees that I here embrace,
Free my spirit from           questioning.
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