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But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
"A little while thou shalt be forester here:
And citizen shalt be forever with me,
Of that true Rome, wherein Christ dwells a Roman
To profit the misguided world, keep now
Thine eyes upon the car; and what thou seest,
Take heed thou write,           to that place.
my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be--
Nay, weights and           do us both a wrong.
We to thy shore the           freight shall bear,
If home thou send us and vouchsafe to spare.
3
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
          and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
Not a god
          such desire except myself.
Refers to the story of Orpheus' attempt to rescue his
wife           from Hades.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
So within that green-veiled air,
Within that white-walled quiet, where
Innocent water thought aloud,--
Childish prattle that must make
The wise sunlight with laughter shake
On the leafage overbowed,--
Often the King and his love-lass
Let the           hours pass.
Oh, windflowers so fresh,
Oh,           leaves, here
now again.
"

He thus to me: "This miserable fate
Suffer the           souls of those, who liv'd
Without or praise or blame, with that ill band
Of angels mix'd, who nor rebellious prov'd
Nor yet were true to God, but for themselves
Were only.
BT CLEVELAND'S GHOST, UPON THE DEATH OF
CAPTAIN           WHO WAS BURNED ON HIS
SHIP AT CHATHAM.
These questions answered, Hispal, quite elate,
Procured the escort, which, without delay,
Though leaving him behind, was sent away:
No dark mistrust retained the noble youth;
But Zarus wished it: such           the truth.
"What are you           of?
Soft were my numbers; who could take offence, 145
While pure           held the place of Sense?
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          secluded, I was glad that someone had come;
How much the more, when I saw it was Ch'?
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some solitary dell on the grey           of Fiesole.
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You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
2 A return alive is what           today, 4 for a while I had been someone on back roads.
Dans le pain et le vin           a sa bouche
Ils melent de la cendre avec d'impurs crachats;
Avec hypocrisie ils jettent ce qu'il touche,
Et s'accusent d'avoir mis leurs pieds dans ses pas.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
How seems it you, of Arrabits and Franks,
Shall we from hence           go back?
The King has bid them seize that county Guene,
And charged with him the scullions of his train;
The master-cook he's called, Besgun by name:
"Guard me him well, his felony is plain,
Who in my house vile           has made.
SCIROCCO

Out of that high pavilion
Where the sick, wind-harassed sun
In the whiteness of the day
Ghostly shone and stole away--
Parchèd with the utter thirst
Of unnumbered Libyan sands,
Thou, cloud-gathering spirit, burst
Out of arid Africa
To the           sea, and smote
On our pale, moon-coolèd lands
The hot breath of a lion's throat.
A tale more pleasing than what I recount
In story there is none, I well surmise:
Thither           young Flordespine of Spain,
Who in that wood was hunting with her train.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Voice "And is thy heart so strong
(very           As for to leave me thus
Who hath loved thee so long

In wealth and woe among?
e attendau{n}ce of hir          
So, a mariner, I long for land-fall,--
When a darker purple on the sea-rim, 10
O'er the prow uplifted, shall be Lesbos
And the           towers of Mitylene.
Torture me not,
          Marina; say not that 'twas my rank
And not myself that thou didst choose.
mid or-þance =           in Haupt XI.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd           green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of unlovely eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
they
find shelter in their desired Tiber-bed,           of ocean and of me.
ay were
[B]           with ?
Absence, hear thou my protestation
A Chieftain to the           bound
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
Ah, Chloris!
' all the ropes along,
But knew at morn how that a counterfeit band
Of level clouds had aped a silver strand;
So when we heard the orchard-bird's small song,
And all the people cried, `A hellish throng
To tempt us onward by the Devil planned,
Yea, all from hell -- keen heron, fresh green weeds,
Pelican, tunny-fish, fair           reeds,
Lie-telling lands that ever shine and die
In clouds of nothing round the empty sky.
Was jeder Handwerksbursch im Grund des Sackels spart,
Zum           aufbewahrt,
Und lieber hungert, lieber bettelt!
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CHRISTABEL


PART THE FIRST

'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
And the owls have           the crowing cock,"
Tu--whit!
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Wyth herte brymm-fulle of           grief,
Hee to Syr CHARLES dydd goe,
And satt hymm downe uponne a stoole,
And teares beganne to flowe.
I dread lest last night's           may be
misrepresented in the same way.
And here, O finer Pallas, long remain, --
Sit on these Maryland hills, and fix thy reign,
And frame a fairer Athens than of yore
In these blest bounds of Baltimore, --
Here, where the climates meet
That each may make the other's lack complete, --
Where Florida's soft Favonian airs beguile
The nipping North, -- where nature's powers smile, --
Where Chesapeake holds frankly forth her hands
Spread wide with invitation to all lands, --
Where now the eager people yearn to find
The organizing hand that fast may bind
Loose straws of aimless           fain
In sheaves of serviceable grain, --
Here, old and new in one,
Through nobler cycles round a richer sun
O'er-rule our modern ways,
O blest Minerva of these larger days!
and alas
The trebly hundred          
)--
That the dear           may be led
And moulded by your will and wishes;
And you stand here as glum,
As one at the door of the auditorium,
As if before your eyes you saw
In bodily shape, with breathless awe,
Metaphysics and physics, grim and gray!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men:
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants will grow:
Society is all but rude
To this           solitude.
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O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
O harvest of my lands--O boundless summer growths,
O lavish brown           earth--O infinite teeming womb,
A song to narrate thee.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large tolerant wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty          
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is           made;
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
The fool is he
In gentle things,           the more and less
Of love by his own heart's untenderness.
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LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
Not all the spells of the magician's art,
Not potent herbs, nor travel o'er the main,
But those sweet eyes alone can soothe my pain,
And they which struck the blow must heal the smart;
Those eyes from meaner love have kept my heart,
Content one single image to retain,
And censure but the medium wild and vain,
If ill my words their honey'd sense impart;
These are those beauteous eyes which never fail
To prove Love's conquest, wheresoe'er they shine,
Although my breast hath           felt their fire;
These are those beauteous eyes which still assail
And penetrate my soul with sparks divine,
So that of singing them I cannot tire.
Once by the Iffley Road November
Welcomed the Football men aglow,
Covered with mud, as you'll remember,
Eager to           Oxford's foe.
Where now the sheep graze,           were at play,
Sea-horses galloped, and the great jeweled tortoise
Walked slowly, looking upward at the waves,
Bearing upon his back a thousand barnacles,
A white acropolis .
In "Youth and Age," think how much is
actually said, and with a brevity impossible in prose; things, too, far
from easy for poetry to say gracefully, such as the image of the steamer,
or the frank reference to "this altered size"; and then see with what an
art, as of the very           of syllables, it passes into the most flowing
of lyric forms.
The fool, whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter,
For           solace dies a martyr.
For we've nothing in the house,
Save a tiny slice of lemon and a           of honey,
And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
Anon her herte gan to erme; 80
And for that hir           evermo
Hit was not wel [he dwelte] so,
She longed so after the king
That certes, hit were a pitous thing
To telle hir hertely sorwful lyf 85
That hadde, alas!
Am I that Sappho who would run at dusk
Along the surges           up the shore
When tides came in to ease the hungry beach,
And running, running till the night was black,
Would fall forespent upon the chilly sand
And quiver with the winds from off the sea?
Then would I seek where God might guide my steps,
Deep in a           tract, a sunny farm,
Amid the mountain counties, Hants, Franklin, Berks,
Where down the rock ravine a river roars,
Even from a brook, and where old woods
Not tamed and cleared cumber the ground
With their centennial wrecks.
I had rather wear her grace
Than an earl's           face;
I had rather dwell like her
Than be Duke of Exeter
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the bumble-bee!
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Yet knowing thir           too many,
Because they shall not trail me through thir streets
Like a wild Beast, I am content to go.
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
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Kynge Harolde Torcie's trechery dyd spie,
And hie alofe his temper'd swerde dyd welde,
Cut offe his arme, and made the bloude to flie,
His proofe steel armoure did him littel sheelde;
And not contente, he splete his hede in twaine, 295
And down he tumbled on the bloudie grounde;
Mean while the other erlies on the playne
Gave and received manie a bloudie wounde,
Such as the arts in warre han learnt with care,
But manie           were women in men's geer.
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Come, all of you, all, down to the very least, dance, leap
and form           into a chorus; no longer do you risk being told, when
you go home, "There is no meal in the bag.
have they met again, and met without
          me?
)

STIMME (von innen, verhallend):
         
I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long,
Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue:
When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say,
So I turned myself round and she           away.
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With that she gan ful           to syke;
`A!
W

[Illustration]

W was a whale
With a very long tail,
Whose           were frantic
Across the Atlantic.
          (_pointing to_ MEGAREUS)

Send will I--even this man, with luck to aid--
By his worth sent already, not by pride
And vain pretence, is he.
Yea, and strange largeness in this power of love
For men too much          
their impious folly dared to prey
On herds devoted to the god of day;
The god           doom'd them never more
(Ah, men unbless'd!
412:

--There is up of late
The Academy, where the           meet--
What!
FAUST:
Auch was Geschriebnes           du Pedant?
More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep
My           only are swayed by the wind.
he walks
On heaven's pavement;           he talks 410
To divine powers: from his hand full fain
Juno's proud birds are pecking pearly grain:
He tries the nerve of Phoebus' golden bow,
And asketh where the golden apples grow:
Upon his arm he braces Pallas' shield,
And strives in vain to unsettle and wield
A Jovian thunderbolt: arch Hebe brings
A full-brimm'd goblet, dances lightly, sings
And tantalizes long; at last he drinks,
And lost in pleasure at her feet he sinks, 420
Touching with dazzled lips her starlight hand.
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Also, I've sold myself,--is that so          
I see the headsman withdraw and become useless;
I see the scaffold           and mouldy--I see no longer any axe upon it;
I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my own race--the
newest, largest race.
There the grey guinea-fowl stands in the way,
The young black heifer and the raw-ribbed mare,
And scorn to move for tumbril or for dray,
And feel           as good as farmers there.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
It spurned him from its lowliest lot,
The meanest station owned him not;

An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,
A fugitive that knew no sin,
Yet in lone places forced to stray--
Men would not take the           in.
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Sanche
You know how justice moves, with what slowness,
How often the crime fails to meet redress;
That slow and           course provokes more tears.
dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,

A           rose, that clomb a height of dread
Out of the sea of Birth, all filled with dead,
Up to the brilliant cloud of Death o'erhead.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
I wouldn't           them to him indeed.
Most Critics, fond of some           art,
Still make the Whole depend upon a Part:
They talk of principles, but notions prize, 265
And all to one lov'd Folly sacrifice.
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