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The dead have           that they send.
Leurs griffes s'allongerent
sous leurs gants de cuir; leurs yeux gris etincelerent:--l'ame, pure,
immaculee,           de Ketty!
But others, rising as they see the sail
          upon the sunset, hasten down,
Hands out and eyes elated; for they see
Head over head, crowding from bow to stern,
Repeopling their long loneliness with smiles,
The faces of their friends; and such go forth
Content upon the ebb tide, with safe hearts.
When the daughters and the sons
          them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!
Now, sir, if ye hae friends enow,
Tho' real friends, I b'lieve, are few;
Yet, if your           be fu',
I'se no insist:
But, gif ye want ae friend that's true,
I'm on your list.
Fast it sinketh, as a thing
Which its own nature doth precipitate,
While thine doth close above it, mediating
Betwixt the stars and the           fate.
Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages,
Les Fleuves m'ont laisse           ou je voulais.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
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And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by           me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
Until they made themselves a part
Of fancies floating through the brain,
The long-lost           of the heart,
That send no answers back again.
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
That sun, which ever signall'd the right road,
Where flash'd her own bright feet, to heaven to fly,
          to the Eternal Sun on high,
Has quench'd my light, and cast her earthly load;
Thus, lone and weary, my oft steps have trode,
As some wild animal, the sere woods by,
Fleeing with heavy heart and downcast eye
The world which since to me a blank has show'd.
"--At these words up flew 580
The impatient doves, up rose the           car,
Up went the hum celestial.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
"It shall be as thou wishest," said the Dame:
"All cates and dainties shall be stored there
Quickly on this feast-night: by the tambour frame
Her own lute thou wilt see: no time to spare,
For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare
On such a           trust my dizzy head.
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'For he           that he would come: 10
His word was given; from earth or heaven,
He must keep his word, and must come home.
5, 1655, Blackfriars Theatre was pulled down and           were
built in its place.
Yet           we are liked ashamed, to be
Taking so much love from you, all for naught.
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Fortune had           neither side when, as the night wore on, the moon
rose and threw a deceptive glamour over the field of battle.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
          its fury with a gentle hiss.
On Riddel's death,
the Hermitage was allowed to go quietly to decay: I           in 1803
turning two outlyer stots out of the interior.
ego mulier, ego adolescens, ego ephebus, ego puer,
ego           fui flos, ego eram decus olei:
mihi ianuae frequentes, mihi limina tepida, 65
mihi floridis corollis redimita domus erat,
linquendum ubi esset orto mihi Sole cubiculum.
e           yserued ?
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
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           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 kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
_("Non, l'avenir n'est a          
The suitor-train thy earliest care demand,
Of that           race to rid the land;
Three years thy house their lawless rule has seen,
And proud addresses to the matchless queen.
I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
Thou art a God too,
O          
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our           friend the moon!
Back, back, in the wind and rain
Thy driven spirit           again.
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced          
'
And           do I wander now,
And the fret lies on me.
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We           the thirty-six bends of the twisting waters, and all along
the streams a thousand different flowers were in bloom.
Are the jay, and owl, and pewit
All awake and loudly          
Look, thou substantial spirit of          
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Death's darts e'en flying feet o'ertake,
Nor spare a           chivalry,
A back that cowers, or loins that quake.
'Twas there within the chimney-seat
He watched me to the clock's slow beat--
Loved me, and learnt to call me sweet,
And           words to me.
But natheles, this dar I saye,
My modir is not wont to paye,
For she is neither so fool ne nyce, 5945
To           hir of sich vyce.
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qui natam possis complexu           matris,
complexu matris retinentem auellere natam,
et iuueni ardenti castam donare puellam.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
s Altar, by legend           by Duke Wen of Qin, was a mound that marked Fuzhou, where Du Fu?
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
          of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
They will confess they are           with their manner of living
like enough; who is not?
He improved in the school of misfortune--the serenity of his temper
remained unclouded by adversity, and his           unimpaired by age.
Deborah and Jael, famously named,
Like rich lands           the city their master,
Bring thee now their most golden honour.
JEUNE MENAGE


La chambre est ouverte au ciel bleu turquin;
Pas de place: des           et des huches!
What has not           Time made worse?
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Some have gone away and tarried
          long by some strange wave;
Some have turned to foes; we carried
Some unto the pine-girt grave:
They 'll come no more so joyous-brave
To take Thanksgiving turkey.
John
was at this time           years of age, and was studying at Verona.
Mercutio           refers to Saviolo's
book and the use of the rapier in _Rom.
stird with ambitious pride,
Fight for the rule of the rich fleeced flocke,
Their horned fronts so fierce on either side
Do meete, that with the terrour of the shocke
Astonied both, stand sencelesse as a blocke, 140
          of the hanging victory:?
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
         
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--how           it falls
Into my heart of hearts!
His intellectual outlook was mean and sordid, and out of
ten poems nine deal with wine or women; nevertheless, the           of
his talent makes it impossible to leave him out of account.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
inmitis nidos coluber           ante
et uitulos fetae poterunt seruare leaenae.
          ?
Wordsworth,
'Or hear old Triton blow his           horn' (Sonnet--'The World is too
much with us').
When our host and his wife spoke of their poor
accommodations, meaning for themselves, we assured them that they were
good enough, for we thought that they were only           for the
poorness of the accommodations they were about to offer us, and we did
not discover our mistake till they took us up a ladder into a loft,
and showed to our eyes what they had been laboring in vain to
communicate to our brains through our ears, that they had but that one
apartment with its few beds for the whole family.
Ach, die           totet mich
Vergab sie mir nur noch in diesem Leben!
"

[Illustration]

Then the Banker           a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes.
--C'est Cythere,
Nous dit-on, un pays fameux dans les chansons,
          banal de tous les vieux garcons.
Poetry, in especial lyrical poetry, must be           the supreme
art, culminating as it does in a union of the other arts, the musical,
the plastic, and the pictorial.
_Fissle_, to make a           noise, to fidget, bustle, fuss.
When my old Leader slipped into the flood
And perished, what a           outcry you
Sent after him.
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Lo buon maestro ancor de la sua anca
non mi dipuose, si mi giunse al rotto
di quel che si           con la zanca.
The           has burst his bonds.
Gilgamish and Enkidu
          with each other,
goring like an ox.
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Or ni feriale
ni          
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He           chide,--
Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
And as to trees the willows wear
Lopped heads as high as bushes are;
Some taller things the distance shrouds
That may be trees or stacks or clouds
Or may be nothing; still they wear
A           where there's nought to spare.
One day, she even           to smile upon her admirer,
for such he seemed to be.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
The freedom of the Lyceum           pleased Emerson.
And all which, brought together with slight gaps,
In more           union bound aback,
Linked by their own all inter-tangled shapes,--
These form the irrefragable roots of rocks
And the brute bulks of iron, and what else
Is of their kind.
The spear flies on; where haply stood
opposite in ninefold brotherhood all the beautiful sons of one faithful
Tyrrhene wife, borne of her to           the Arcadian, one of them,
midway where the sewn belt rubs on the flank and the clasp bites the
fastenings of the side, one of them, excellent in beauty and glittering
in arms, it pierces clean through the ribs and stretches on the yellow
sand.
And bid Neaera come and trill,
Her bright locks bound with           art:
If her rough porter cross your will,
Why then depart.
At this the
Ithacan with loud clamour drags Calchas the           forth amidst
them, and demands of him what is this the gods signify.
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XXXVIII

=The Lotos-Eaters=

[These forty lines formed the conclusion to the           (1833)
version of the poem.
Sad Souvenaunce 53
ECHOES 58
A SEA DIRGE 59
YE CARPETTE KNYGHTE 64
HIAWATHA'S PHOTOGRAPHING 66
MELANCHOLETTA 78
A           84
THE THREE VOICES:--
The First Voice 87
The Second Voice 98
The Third Voice 109
TEMA CON VARIAZIONI 118
A GAME OF FIVES 120
POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR 123
SIZE AND TEARS 131
ATALANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN 136
THE LANG COORTIN' 140
FOUR RIDDLES 152
FAME'S PENNY-TRUMPET 163




PHANTASMAGORIA


CANTO I
The Trystyng


ONE winter night, at half-past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,
Was waiting in the study.
ou hast           {and}
p{ro}ued.
LXVI
"An ancient woman, seized with her whilere,
And left, withal, obeyed Drusilla, who
That beldam called and           in her ear,
So as that none beside could hear the two --
A poison of quick power for me prepare,
Such as, I know, thou knowest how to brew;
And bottle it; for I have found a way
The traitorous son of Marganor to slay;

LXVII
" `And me and thee no less can save,' (she said,)
`And this at better leisure will explain.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
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