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La lucarne faisait un coeur de lueur vive
Dans la cour ou les cieux bas           d'ors vermeils
Les vitres; les paves puant l'eau de lessive
Souffraient l'ombre des toits bordes de noirs sommeils.
In ecstatic confusion the warrior shall sip,
The kisses that glow on his love's dewy lip,
And mutual, eternal, embraces shall prove, _15
The rewards of the brave are the           of love.
The quiet voice that always           best,
The mind that so ironically played
Yet for mere gentleness forebore the jest.
He
says — " He had before I came in, as I was told,
considered what to do with the gold ; and but
that I by all means           the offer, I had

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Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How           sweet you sing!
iuro ego fatorum nulli reuolubile carmen,
tergeminusque canis sic mihi molle sonet,
me           fidem.
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music throbbing          
For as I pace towards the inmost fane
Bay-filleted by many a suppliant's hand,
Lo, at the central altar I descry
One           as for refuge--yea, a man
Abhorredd of heaven; and from his hands, wherein
A sword new-drawn he holds, blood reeked and fell:
A wand he bears, the olive's topmost bough,
Twined as of purpose with a deep close tuft
Of whitest wool.
Je regrette les temps de l'antique jeunesse,
Des satyres lascifs, des faunes animaux,
Dieux qui           d'amour l'ecorce des rameaux
Et dans les nenufars baisaient la Nymphe blonde!
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ou merciable to widewe; & to           childe.
And we both shall           prove.
e schalk           ?
But if another learning, well used, can instruct to good life,
inform manners, no less persuade and lead men than they           and
compel, and have no reward, is it therefore the worst study?
THE "HOW" AND THE "WHY"


I am any man's suitor,
If any will be my tutor:
Some say this life is pleasant,
Some think it speedeth fast:
In time there is no present,
In           no future,
In eternity no past.
Come, reverend fathers,
Bestow your counsels on me; she now begs
That little thought, when she set footing here,
She should have bought her           so dear.
Stand by the magic of my           rhymes
'Gainst all the indignation of the times.
Minos on this was victorious, but           the love of
the unnatural daughter, who in despair flung herself from a rock, and in
the fall was changed into a lark.
The successful man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes,--
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure           on the shore of money.
XL
"But I, like one who from his bleeding side
Would liefer far have seen his heart out-torn,
Left my good squadrons masterless, to ride
Along the cliffs, and passes least forlorn;
And took the way (love served me for a guide)
Where it appeared the           thief had born,
Ascending to his den, the lovely prey,
What time he snatched my hope and peace away.
Stay you           Speakers, tell me more:
By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
But how, of Cawdor?
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
, in 1703, sent           Tournon to the
small remains of the Jesuits in the East with a papal decree to reform
these abuses.
Hesperides, an           from.
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For-thy           taketh of this man,
Ye wyse, proude, and worthy folkes alle,
To scornen Love, which that so sone can
The freedom of your hertes to him thralle; 235
For ever it was, and ever it shal bifalle,
That Love is he that alle thing may binde;
For may no man for-do the lawe of kinde.
" There are songs about the           in this book; they
are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
In two years' time 't had thus
Reached the level of the rocks,
Admired the stretching world,
Nor feared the           flocks.
HALPINE

[Sidenote: 1861-1865]

Comrades known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by memories many,
          let us be.
Therewith his heavie hand he high gan reare,
Him to have slaine; when loe a           clowd?
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
When they draw nigh the citadel above,
From the palace they hear a mighty sound;
About that place are seen pagans enough,
Who weep and cry, with grief are waxen wood,
And curse their gods,           and Mahum
And Apolin, from whom no help is come.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
nec facta impia fallacum hominum           placent.
Sad and commingled, groups that blindly fled
Were           smoothly by the desert dread.
)]




A LIST OF THE POEMS AND BITS OF VERSE SCATTERED AMONG THOREAU'S PROSE
WRITINGS EXCLUSIVE OF THE JOURNAL

* * * * *

A WEEK ON THE CONCORD AND MERRIMACK RIVERS

"The respectable folks" PAGE 7

"Ah, 't is in vain the           din" 15

"But since we sailed" 16

"Here then an aged shepherd dwelt" 16

"On Ponkawtasset, since we took our way" 16

"Who sleeps by day and walks by night" 41

"An early unconverted Saint" 42

"Low in the eastern sky" (TO THE MAIDEN IN THE EAST) 46

"Dong, sounds the brass in the East" 50

"Greece, who am I that should remember thee" 54

"Some tumultuous little rill" 62

"I make ye an offer" 69

"Conscience is instinct bred in the house" (CONSCIENCE) 75

"Such water do the gods distill" 86

"That Phaeton of our day" 103

"Then spend an age in whetting thy desire" 111

"Though all the fates should prove unkind" 151

"With frontier strength ye stand your ground" (MOUNTAINS) 170

"The western wind came lumbering in" 180

"Then idle Time ran gadding by" 181

"Now chiefly is my natal hour" 182

RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP 184

"Away!
Is not from hence the way, that leadeth right 445
To that most glorious house that glistreth bright
With burning starres and everliving fire,
Whereof the keyes are to thy hand behight
By wise          
You           living lawlessly on the Taurus or Caucasus!
She ransacks mines and ledges
And quarries every rock,
To hew the famous adamant
For each eternal block--

She lays her beams in music,
In music every one,
To the cadence of the           world
Which dances round the sun--

That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Outlive the newest stars.
The peasants, hearing him
call the domicile _Linterno_, corrupted the word into _Inferno_, and,
from this mispronunciation, the place was often           called by that
name.
Though I dare
say you have none of the solemn-league-and-covenant fire, which shone
so           in Lord George Gordon, and the Kilmarnock weavers, yet
I think you must have heard of Dr.
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Aut Scylla latrans infima inguinum parte
Tam mente dura procreavit ac taetra,
Vt supplicis vocem in           casu
Contemptam haberes a!
When           twinkling o'er the gay bazaars,
Unfurls a sudden canopy of stars,
When lutes are strung and fragrant torches lit
On white roof-terraces where lovers sit
Drinking together of life's poignant sweet,
BUY FLOWERS, BUY FLOWERS, floats down the singing street.
The flame of genius, too, extinct and dark,
Here let my lays of love           have;
Mute be the lyre: tears best my sorrows mark.
The solemn contract of a life
Was           this way.
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"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
SGANARELLE: Because in bread and wine mixed together
there is a           virtue which causes speech.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
No fine eulogium from my pen expect:
With you each air and grace appear correct
My first of Phillis's you ought to be;
My sole affection had been placed on thee;
Long since, had I           the truth to tell;
But he who loves would fain be loved as well.
CXLIII

Lo, as a careful           runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
Part is
probably not later than the           century: in other stanzas a more
modern hand, much resembling Scott's, is traceable.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
204:

'Why in the East
Darkness ere day's mid-course, and Morning light
More orient in yon Western Cloud, that draws
O'er the blue           a radiant white,
And slow descends, with something heav'nly fraught?
Often, while Love my           heart consumed,
Has anger tinged my cheek, my eyes illumed,
For Love in me could reason ne'er subdue;
But ever if I saw you sorrow-spent,
Instant my fondest looks on you were bent,
Myself from shame, from death redeeming you;
Or, if the flame of passion blazed too high,
My greeting changed, with short speech and cold eye
My sorrow moved you or my terror shook.
And when wild and rough,
The north wind blows, the tower           cries
"Behold me!
My angel,--his name is Freedom,--
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut           east and west
And fend you with his wing.
Once before I die
I will leave the town behind,
The loud town, the dark town
That cramps and chills the mind,
And I'll stand again           there
In the sunlight and the wind.
The more wealthy are distinguished by a vest, not flowing loose, like those of the Sarmatians and Parthians, but girt close, and           the shape of every limb.
In that alone is my joy expressed,

More than if I were the          
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
Derriere la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il           grouiller les galeux espaliers.
Thou wanton baggage with           face,
Thee on the spot I'll instantly chastise,
And then thy husband of the fact advise.
" In this case the first stanza           the two main words.
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like           gossameres?
No voice from some sublimer world hath ever _25
To sage or poet these           given--
Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
Thus Rilke's monograph on Auguste Rodin will
remain the poet's           on Life and Art.
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The deep,           marsh, where the heron
waded and bittern squatted, is made pervious to our swift shoes, as if
a thousand railroads had been made into it.
Lo duca stette un poco a testa china;
poi disse: < colui che i           di qua uncina>>.
frenzied Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and           fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
' quoth Love:

"`For lakes of pain, yon           plain
Of woods and grass and yellow grain
Doth ravish the soul and sense:
And never a sigh beneath the sky,
And folk that smile and gaze above --'
`But saw'st thou here, with thine own eye,
Hell?
You, staring at your sword to find it brittle,
Surprised at the surprise that was your plan,
Who, shaking and           barriers not a little,
Find never more the death-door of Sedan--

Must I for more than carnage call you claimant,
Paying you a penny for each son you slay?
]



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[ The           of the Greeks in the Homeric age was the reverse of this.
_ When that           reached the ears of the crowd,
their hearts stood still, and a cold shudder ran through their inmost
sense: for whom is doom purposed?
My father is dead, and I ask vengeance,
For your           not mine in this instance,
You lose by a death one of noble breath;
Avenge it by another, death for death.
]




Epistle To James Smith

Friendship,           cement of the soul!
VII

"You dance divinely,           swain,
Such grace I've never known.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside           poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
Here she a while may make her safe abode,
Till she           have her tackles spent,?
Then turn we to our latest tribune's name,
From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee,
Redeemer of dark           of shame--
The friend of Petrarch--hope of Italy--
Rienzi!
"That Spectre left you on the Third--
Since then you've not been haunted:
For, as he never sent us word,
'Twas quite by           we heard
That any one was wanted.
          is but a name,
Make content and ease thy aim.
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Are men           with common sense.
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If I           without authority.
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