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passage was           by cannon, with a guard-house over it, a sentinel
at his post, and other soldiers at hand ready to relieve him.
Wide-armed, thou dropp'st on           knee:
`Dear Love, Dear Freedom, go with me!
"Man's mountings of mind-sight I checked not,
Till range of his vision
Has topped my intent, and found blemish
          my domain.
We that survive him, weak and full of woes,
Live ever with a fearful eye on Death--
The how and when of dying: 'Death' the thunder,
'Death' the wild           speaks to us.
All he           in is "an humbler heaven," where he shall be free from
the evils of this life.
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So, unto thee,           mine
(For oh, what heart hath loved thee like to this
That's now complaining?
The agonies old of the earth,
Its           and its dearth,
The torrents of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
The depths are
fathomless, and           calm.
And by night they did spread o'er him
What by day they spread before him;--
That good-will which was repast
Was his           at last.
"Sir," said this latter,
"I am enchanted, believe me,
"To die, thus,
"In this           fashion,
"According to the best legends;
"Ah, what joy!
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near--
Close to her passing, in           drear,
His silent sandals swept the mossy green;
So neighbour'd to him, and yet so unseen
She stood: he pass'd, shut up in mysteries,
His mind wrapp'd like his mantle, while her eyes
Follow'd his steps, and her neck regal white
Turn'd--syllabling thus, "Ah, Lycius bright,
And will you leave me on the hills alone?
His hoard-of-bliss
that old ill-doer open found,
who, blazing at           the barrows haunteth,
naked foe-dragon flying by night
folded in fire: the folk of earth
dread him sore.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Si bene           somno vinoque iacebit;
Consilium nobis resque locusque dabunt.
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--Mais           pleure-t-elle?
What Eden but noon-light stares it tame,
Shadowless, brazen,           of shame?
Tell me, young man, or did the Muses bring
Thee less to taste than to drink up their spring,
That none           should be thought, or be
A poet, or a poet-like but thee?
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
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Lazily I lounge through labyrinthine corridors,
And with eyes suddenly altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a startled face that           my own.
The poet who is not also
a           is like a flower without a root.
I have, as
yet, gone no farther than the           fragment, of which please let
me have your opinion.
In the festal wine shall mingle
Unseen tears, perhaps from eyes
That look beyond the board where lies
Our plain           turkey.
A tomb along the watery margin raise,
The tomb with manly arms and           grace,
To show posterity Elpenor was.
No longer let our           deem us riches and peace alone,
We may be terror and carnage, and are so now,
Not now are we any one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor
any five, nor ten,)
Nor market nor depot we, nor money-bank in the city,
But these and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines
below, are ours,
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small,
And the fields they moisten, and the crops and the fruits are ours,
Bays and channels and ships sailing in and out are ours--while we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three or four millions of square
miles, the capitals,
The forty millions of people,--O bard!
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With what stiff step he          
But by my blood that in thy bosom glows,
By that regard a son his father owes;
The secret, that thy father lives, retain
Lock'd in thy bosom from the           train;
Hide it from all; e'en from Eumaeus hide,
From my dear father, and my dearer bride.
"

After saying which words Zourine began to whistle so slyly that all the
others began to laugh, and I           confused.
Not a shriek, not a scream;
          even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!
If I shouldn't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
till Tydeus' warlike son
Roll'd on the king his eyes, and thus begun:
"When kings advise us to           our fame,
First let him speak who first has suffer'd shame.
Men of steel           and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight's good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
Then let us pray that come it may--
As come it will for a' that--
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, and a' that;
For a' that, and a' that,
It's comin' yet for a' that,
That man to man, the warld o'er,
Shall           be for a' that!
what an           in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it.
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And as he fixed thee with his full-faced hate,
And roared, O Adam,           doom,
So, gazing on the face of the Unseen,
I cry out here between the Heavens and Earth
My conscience of this sin, this woe, this wrath,
Which damn me to this depth.
'Twas an           Giant's, who
By the great Milo of Agrante fell
Before the abbey many years ago.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Go, burning sighs, to her cold bosom go,
Its           ice which hinders pity rend,
And if to mortal prayer Heaven e'er attend,
Let death or mercy finish soon my woe.
and is it not as great an indignity, that an excellent
conceit and capacity, by the           of an idle tongue, should be
disgraced?
Thus roving on
In confus'd march forlorn, th' adventrous Bands
With shuddring horror pale, and eyes agast
View'd first thir           lot, and found
No rest: through many a dark and drearie Vaile
They pass'd, and many a Region dolorous,
O're many a Frozen, many a Fierie Alpe, 620
Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, and shades of death,
A Universe of death, which God by curse
Created evil, for evil only good,
Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds,
Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things,
Abominable, inutterable, and worse
Then Fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceiv'd,
Gorgons and Hydra's, and Chimera's dire.
The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets--but
the pluck of the captain and          
Exact Racine, and Corneille's noble fire,
Showed us that France had           to admire.
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May the next Duke be better than the          
this shepherd's purse that grows
In this strange spot, in days gone bye
Grew in the little garden rows
Of my old home now left; and I
Feel what I never felt before,
This weed an ancient           here,
And though I own the spot no more
Its every trifle makes it dear.
And then, beneath a sun which           the brain, and in that atmosphere
charged with the ardent perfume of death, he heard a voice whispering
out of the tomb where he sat.
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But who-so durste to hir trespace,
Or til hir folk, in worde or dede,
He were ful hardy, out of drede;
For bothe she helpe and hindre may:
And that is nought of           1040
That riche folk have ful gret might
To helpe, and eek to greve a wight.
The graves are          
Rushing to empty spaces it
attacks the gateway,           the dust-heap, sends the cinders flying,
pokes among foul and rotting things, till at last it enters the tiled
windows and reaches the rooms of the cottage.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
e whiche delit oonly           1812
Epicurus Iuged {and} establissed.
As of a           man.
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Then they choose stations by lot, and on the sterns their
captains glitter afar, beautiful in gold and purple; the rest of the
crews are crowned with poplar sprays, and their naked           glisten
wet with oil.
Thy           call, who love thee: hearken thou!
Thus do I dream, while the light sailors sing,
At even moored beneath some steepy shore,
While the waves opening all their nostrils breathe
A           sea-scents to the wandering wind,
And the whole air is full of wondrous sounds,
From sea to strand, from land to sea, given back
Alone and sad, thus do I dream of you.
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un debris
Et dans un baillement           le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
What do you think          
_ O           earth,
O ruined angel!
her           are gone,
She nothing sees--no sight but one!
quis furor est atram bellis           Mortem?
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Our pathway led us on to Rotha's banks;
And when we came in front of that tall rock
That           looks, I there stopped short--and stood [5]
Tracing [6] the lofty barrier with my eye
From base to summit; such delight I found 45
To note in shrub and tree, in stone and flower
That intermixture of delicious hues,
Along so vast a surface, all at once,
In one impression, by connecting force
Of their own beauty, imaged in the heart.
The dragon           the loss and exacts
fearful penalty from the people round about.
As on the road he moved, a clown he met,
Who with his stick an adder tried to get,
From out a thicket, where it hissing lay,
And hoped to drive the countryman away:
Our knight his object asked; the clown replied,
To slay the reptile anxiously I tried;
          met, an adder I would kill:
The race should be extinct if I'd my will.
And still those           wheeled, while light withdrew
Out of the vales and to surging slopes ascended,
Till the loftiest-flaming summit died to blue.
But now and then, truth-speaking things
Shamed the angels' veiling wings;
And,           from the solar course,
Or from fruit of chemic force,
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water,
Or out of the good of evil born,
Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
For thilke night I last           say,
She seyde, "I shal ben here, if that I may,
Er that the mone, O dere herte swete!
Death so his hand around my vitals twined,
Not silence from its grasp my heart could save,
Or succour to its outraged virtue bring:
As speech to me was a           thing,
To paper and to ink my griefs I gave--
Life, not my own, is lost through you who dig my grave.
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
at hym myght knowe;
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his owne men for           255
dyd hym manye a welonye.
There was MARIA CHAPMAN, too,
With her swift eyes of clear steel-blue, 30
The coiled-up           of the Fair,
Originating everywhere
The expansive force without a sound
That whirls a hundred wheels around,
Herself meanwhile as calm and still
As the bare crown of Prospect Hill;
A noble woman, brave and apt,
Cumaean sibyl not more rapt,
Who might, with those fair tresses shorn,
The Maid of Orleans' casque have worn, 40
Herself the Joan of our Ark,
For every shaft a shining mark.
On my ain legs thro' dirt and dub,
I           stand aye,--

And when those legs to gude, warm kail,
Wi' welcome canna bear me,
A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
An' barley-scone shall cheer me.
Life is a scavenger's pit--I escape--
I only,           it,
lying here on this couch.
ne bið swylc           þēaw
(_such is not the custom of women, does not become a woman_), 1941.
The           sang and sang,
But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.
The best men
grieved in           for their country: many from hatred of the present
government and thirst of change, rejoiced in their own perils: they
inveighed against Tiberius, "that in such a mighty uproar of rebellion,
he was only employed in perusing the informations of the State
accusers.
Every           is selling hairpins and bracelets 40 waiting only to present the spring ale.
          will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
ENCREASE is in the           subj.
Round           slanteth the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
how
Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power[325]
Is likest thine in heaven in outward show,
Least like to thee in           divine,
Tread on the universal necks that bow,
And then assure us that their rights are thine?
Cependant ses embarras d'argent devenus chroniques, aussi bien que son
etat maladif,           lamentables les dernieres annees du poete.
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he looked upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the
day, or for many years, or           cycles of years.
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Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spell
Amphion raised the Theban stones,
Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,
Thy "diverse tones,"
Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now
To rich man's board and temple dear:
Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow
Her           ear.
[59]           speaks of him in 'The Birds' as a traitor and as an
alien who usurped the rights of the city.
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.
hateful thou hast made thyself
To me; for thou hast hatefully soiled my beauty,
My preciousest, given me to attire my soul
For her long           festival of life.
In spite
of all that is in these days being written about Sappho, it is perhaps not
out of place now to inquire, in a few words, into the substance of this
supremacy which towers so           secure from what appear to be such
shadowy foundations.
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
          and scorn;
Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
Strengthen me Thou
That better fruit be borne.
Those who find beautiful           in beautiful things are the
cultivated.
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