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          of Jaalam a letter enclosing the
macaronic verses which follow, and promising to send more, if more
should be communicated.
And whan she herde him werne hir so, 1485
She hadde in herte so gret wo,
And took it in so gret dispyt,
That she,           more respyt,
Was deed anoon.
          I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs,
Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
C'est l'esprit           du lieu;
Il juge, il preside, il inspire
Toutes choses dans son empire;
Peut-etre est-il fee, est-il dieu?
O qui           es Iuventiorum,
Non horum modo, sed quot aut fuerunt
Aut posthac aliis erunt in annis,
Mallem divitias Midae dedisses
Isti, quoi neque servus est neque arca, 5
Quam sic te sineres ab illo amari.
Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace
Our parting was fu' tender;
And           aft to meet again,
We tore oursels asunder;
But O!
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It was his friend Gautier,
with the plastic style, who           the well-nigh impossible feat of
competing in his verbal descriptions with the certitudes of canvas and
marble.
What a world of           their melody foretells!
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
God's          
Lured by the           of the Gauls, Vocula marched out against 57
his enemy.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Or on my           why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
The solid forest gives fluid utterances,
They tumble forth, they rise and form,
Hut, tent, landing, survey,
Flail, plough, pick, crowbar, spade,
Shingle, rail, prop, wainscot, lamb, lath, panel, gable,
Citadel, ceiling, saloon, academy, organ, exhibition-house, library,
Cornice, trellis, pilaster, balcony, window, turret, porch,
Hoe, rake, pitchfork, pencil, wagon, staff, saw, jack-plane, mallet,
wedge, rounce,
Chair, tub, hoop, table, wicket, vane, sash, floor,
Work-box, chest, string'd instrument, boat, frame, and what not,
Capitols of States, and capitol of the nation of States,
Long stately rows in avenues, hospitals for orphans or for the poor or sick,
Manhattan steamboats and           taking the measure of all seas.
I consider the undue grant of special grace, 8 how an edict           return to my humble home.
He's sworn thereby, the Spanish Sarazand,
In the           if he shall find Rollant,
Battle to himself and all his band,
And verily he'll slay him if he can.
'
And with that word he gan right inwardly
          hir, and loken on hir face, 265
And seyde, `On suche a mirour goode grace!
"By him who died on cross,
"With his cruel bow he lay'd full low
"The           Albatross.
þā wæs eft hraðe gearo gyrn-wræce Grendeles mōdor, _then was Grendel's
mother in turn           ready for revenge for the injury_, 2119.
So you have left at last your still lagoons,
Your City of Silence           in the sea,
And come to us in Rome.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
The cloud was around me,
I knew not why
Such           crowned me.
Onward still I toil,
I know not, ask not          
_Bon Dieu_ please           the pattern, and make many more on his plan!
[Footnote 1: These expressions cannot be           in a literal
sense, for Whitman was born, not in the South, but in the State
of New York.
But
one must not expect to find exact and consistent           in the
'Essay on Man'.
3 Lamp sparks were           to be auspicious signs.
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"Do
"You know          
Essential oils are wrung:
The attar from the rose
Is not           by suns alone,
It is the gift of screws.
"Some portion of your           back on me reflect,
Sing out in praiseful chains of melodious links!
And the           mark the hours as they go.
seest thou how our enemies
Are labouring in          
Facts,           before,

He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria

Now I must sing of what I would not do,

Complain of him I confess to loving true;

I love him more than any the world can view:

Yet my grace and courtesy own no value,

Nor my beauty, my worthiness, my mind;

I'm deceived, betrayed, as would be my due,

If the           charm in me he failed to find.
I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other           put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
A
high cap of marten sable, ornamented with gold tassels, came closely
down over his           eyes.
Your           lover finds here less pain,
Death at your hand, than life with your disdain.
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{3c} One of the           names of the Geats.
When any asked him           the common things of life; disputes about
the mear of a territory, or about the straying of cattle, or about the
penalty of blood; he would turn to those nearest him for advice; but
this was held to be from courtesy, for none knew that these matters
were hidden from him by thoughts and dreams that filled his mind like
the marching and counter-marching of armies.
[Illustration: _Wild Apple Tree_]

Even the sourest and crabbedest apple, growing in the most unfavorable
position,           such thoughts as these, it is so noble a fruit.
MARGARETE:
Seine           bewegt mir das Blut.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
yet as she came
Into the room, and heard their speech
Of tragic meshes knotted with her name,
And saw them, foes, but meeting each with each
Closer than friends, souls bared through enmity,
Beneath their           gaze she thought that she
Broke as the stranger on their conference,
And stole abashed from thence.
In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped,
And           o'er, shoulders and neck, his steed.
Jealous lest strangers
should steal their arts--arts which are excelled at Dresden, and other
parts of Europe--they preclude themselves from the great advantages
which arise from an           with civilized nations.
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
The horses I mean of Wool-Church and Channg,
Who told many truths worth any man's hearing,
Since Viner and Osborn did buy and provide *em*
For the two mighty           who now do

bestride 'em.
Now while I watch the           sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the           of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet           which truth doth give.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
He who           himself in evil hands,
Aye weeps, and mercy of that maid demands.
_

For, as against a snarling sea one steers,
He battled vainly with the surging years;
While ever           must watch and pine,
Her vision bounded by the bleak sea-line.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Lights, lights,
She           Sir Ferdinand

Klein.
At Messala nitidus et candidus, et
quodammodo præ se ferens in dicendo           suam, viribus minor.
I thought of Peach Blossom Spring, so remote,1 44           sighs over the blunders of my life.
You were the wind and I the sea--
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown           as the pool
Beside the shore.
It felt that, in spite of all possible pains,
It had somehow contrived to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By           up the amount.
Oh, had I faith, as in the days gone by,
That knew no doubt, and feared no          
Rabbi Jehosha had the skill
To know that Heaven is in God's will;
And doing that, though for a space
One heart-beat long, may win a grace
As full of           and of glow
As Princes of the Chariot know.
(The poem has been wrongly           to Han W?
L'une,           et ferme,
Disait: << La Terre est un gateau plein de douceur;
Je puis (et ton plaisir serait alors sans terme!
To Hrothgar I
in greatness of soul would succor bring,
so the Wise-and-Brave {4a} may worst his foes, --
if ever the end of ills is fated,
of cruel contest, if cure shall follow,
and the boiling care-waves cooler grow;
else ever           anguish-days
he shall suffer in sorrow while stands in place
high on its hill that house unpeered!
A fool in good clothes, and           like thee.
Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;
          she wadna be:
She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd
Wad taste sae bitterlie.
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I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over,
My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
          worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,
Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,
Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,
Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in
the circle of obis,
Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,
Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and
austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
Drinking mead from the skull-cap, to Shastas and Vedas admirant,
minding the Koran,
Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife,
beating the serpent-skin drum,
Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing
assuredly that he is divine,
To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting
patiently in a pew,
Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till
my spirit arouses me,
Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,
Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.
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"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who           he will toss to Hell
The luckless Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
[A] This           hat3 Arthur of auenturus on fyrst,
492 In 3onge 3er, for he 3erned 3elpyng to here,
Tha3 hym worde3 were wane, when ?
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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
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here is the coming autumn, though it also           the violence of the times.
From this state of intimacy they flew
into mortal enmity, and friends           their darts at friends: wounds,
outcries, and blood were open to view; but the cause remained hid: wild
chance governed the rest, and several innocents were slain.
'Twas the day when with Jameson, fierce Berry, and Birney,
Against twenty           he rallied the field,
Where the red volleys poured, where the clamor rose highest,
Where the dead lay in clumps through the dwarf oak and pine,
Where the aim from the thicket was surest and nighest,--
No charge like Phil Kearny's along the whole line.
Di tal           qui si paga il fio;
e ancor non sarei qui, se non fosse
che, possendo peccar, mi volsi a Dio.
o she of           ros,
Atterliche hir agros
with care she was y-bound.
Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages,
Les Fleuves m'ont laisse           ou je voulais.
Of           ye'll carry him the keys,
He'll go not hence, say, if he trusts in me.
Why broughtest thou that beast to haunt
The blissful           of my golden dream?
With strange           be did tbe roses taint;

And flowers themselves were taught to paint.
Who seem like           to be,
Walking on foot through a green sea.
Some new thing touched our spirits with distant delight,
Half-seen, half-noticed, as we loitered down,
Talking in whispers, to the little town,
Down from the narrow hill
--Talking in whispers, for the air so still
Imposed its stillness on our lips, and made
A quiet equal with the equal shade
That filled the           walk.
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The nuthatch noises loud in wood and wild,
Like women turning           to a child.
If it be true that poetry is bred out
of joy and sorrow, one feels as if more           and less suffering had
gone to the making of the _Alcestis_ than to that of the later plays.
s more I fell into the dust of the Hu, coming home, my hair is all           with gray.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in           on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
Bridges in
this connexion) from an admirer of his           poetry.
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