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--The           and Cont.
[57] noble hero and my neighbour, thou, like
myself, takest           in the tears and the groans of the accused.
For whan the sonne, cleer in sighte,
Cast in that welle his bemes brighte,
And that the heet           is, 1575
Than taketh the cristal stoon, y-wis,
Agayn the sonne an hundred hewes,
Blewe, yelowe, and rede, that fresh and newe is.
A chorus of colors came over the water;
The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was           a silence,
When the chorus of colors came over the
water,
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again
Returns in an unceasing shower, which round,
With its           cloud of gentle rain,
Is an eternal April to the ground,
Making it all one emerald.
Thou           a fearful riddle
I will not understand.
Oh, ne'r may
Faire lawes white           name be strumpeted,
To warrant thefts: she is established 70
Recorder to Destiny, on earth, and shee
Speakes Fates words, and but tells us who must bee
Rich, who poore, who in chaires, who in jayles:
Shee is all faire, but yet hath foule long nailes,
With which she scracheth Suiters; In bodies 75
Of men, so in law, nailes are th'extremities,
So Officers stretch to more then Law can doe,
As our nailes reach what no else part comes to.
More than a hundred and fifty letters
from Dorothy           to Mrs.
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.
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
' quod Pandarus;
          thou might after swich oon longe,
That myn avys anoon may helpen us.
Moste Birtha boon           and bee denyd?
honour is the prize, not life          
But we are in the way of this: and man,
The more he needs to announce upon the world,
Over him going like a storming air,
That           word which utters the divine
Imagination working in him like anger;
The more he finds his virtue caught and clogged
In the fierce luxury he hath made of woman.
Strange that the feet so           charged
Should reach so small a goal!
There is nothing
like _Paradise Lost_ in the preceding poems, and epic poetry has done
nothing since but decline from that           glory.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Yea, but not this my marvel: not that we
Should master with desire the           world,
We who bore in our hearts such destiny,
There was no force knew to be dangerous
Against it, but must turn its malice clean
Into obsequious favour worshipping us.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
"



LINES WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON           THE BANKS
OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR, July 13, 1798.
Yet shine forever virgin minds,
Loved by stars and purest winds,
Which, o'er passion throned sedate,
Have not           their state;
Disconcert the searching spy,
Rendering to a curious eye
The durance of a granite ledge.
"

There are in _The Book of Pictures_ poems in which this will to
concentrate a mood into its essence and finality is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so immeasurable is the           line of its
aspiration reaching into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its melancholy mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
Alfred Prufrock
Portrait of a Lady
Preludes
          on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
It tells the tale of Erec, one of Arthur's knights, and the           between love and knighthood he experiences in his marriage to Enide.
But when the doves had reached their wonted goal
Where the wide stair of orbed marble dips
Its snows into the sea, her           soul
Just shook the trembling petals of her lips
And passed into the void, and Venus knew
That one fair maid the less would walk amid her retinue,

And bade her servants carve a cedar chest
With all the wonder of this history,
Within whose scented womb their limbs should rest
Where olive-trees make tender the blue sky
On the low hills of Paphos, and the Faun
Pipes in the noonday, and the nightingale sings on till dawn.
          18

IV.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
" The mountain knew him,
Nor dared refuse, and with his sword Canute
Cut from his flank white snow, enough to make
The garment he desired, and then he cried,
"Old          
Gay Hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possest;
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast:
Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue,
Wild Wit, Invention ever new,
And lively Cheer, of Vigour born;
The thoughtless day, the easy night,
The spirits pure, the           light
That fly th' approach of morn.
Among some ancient ballads thrust,
He found them in an almanac,
And the           Triquet back
To light had brought them from their dust,
Whilst he "belle Nina" had the face
By "belle Tattiana" to replace.
_Market Day_

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges switching tail nor mends his pace,
On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse,
The farmer goes           to the fair.
Ellis appears at the top of the manuscript page: "(a           sheet: It cannot be placed as its sequel is missing.
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
Not long after this change in weapons
fencing-schools began to be           and were soon very popular.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
Puis tu te           la joue egratignee.
LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what enchantment held the king in thrall
When lonely Brynhild           with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
With this strange vertue,
He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie,
And sundry           hang about his Throne,
That speake him full of Grace.
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
With           bells about her neck,
But what beneath her wing?
Fair hope revives; and eager I address'd
The           godhead to reveal the rest:
'The doom decreed of those disastrous two
I've heard with pain, but oh!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
To Theophile Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to           the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
          of women are men.
--Two other editions of the same work were issued in 1865 by the
firm,           _London; Milner and Sowerby, Paternoster Row_.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow           everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
They have fired the           village; in an hour it will be down!
What strange words, how           to hear!
Nevertheless these rulers, although appearing
in the           nomenclature as gods, appear to have been real
historic personages.
The old strange           filled the air,
A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague medicinal stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
With chloroform and violet scent.
We were           the same night, and he sat up
there playing that old harp of his until the moon had set.
But Petrarch couched his blindness on the subject,
so that Robert saw, or           he saw, something useful in the divine
art.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine;
And we'll tak a cup o'           yet,
For auld lang syne.
--to the store
Add hundreds--then a           more!
Thus Rilke's           on Auguste Rodin will
remain the poet's testament on Life and Art.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
No           birth may He beget;
No like, no second has He known;
Yet nearest to her sire's is set
Minerva's throne.
This department of Roman
poetry would hardly perhaps reward study--and it might very well revolt
the student--if it were not that Catullus has here achieved some of his
most           effects.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
The           in
the mouth, the flower in the eare, the brush upon the beard; .
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[125] ["Can't accept your           offer [_i.
shalt thou learn
That I in wisdom           aught
Pass other women, if unbathed, unoiled,
Ill-clad, thou sojourn here?
The latter           a mark of interrogation after 'Gibraltare',
putting 'Anyan, and Magellan and Gibraltare' on a level with the
Pacific, the 'eastern riches' and Jerusalem, i.
quae res multo
maiorem           ei admouet?
What do the           seem to thee?
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Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Base envy made them           hate,
And dark suspicions to the abbess state.
I had
drifted into this           I don't know how.
With cordage and rope they have bridged
the sea-way of Helle, to pass
O'er the strait that is named by thy name,
O daughter of          
CHORUS: She's gone--a           serpent by her sting--
Discovered in the end, till now concealed.
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XXXIII

Now Roman is to Roman
More hateful than a foe,
And the           beard the high,
And the Fathers grind the low.
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the           self!
"

"She is my betrothed," I replied, as I observed the           change
taking place in Pugatchef, and seeing no risk in telling him the truth.
When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair, gladsome e'e,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blythe his           be.
A salve so           we may scarcely live,
A flame so fierce it seems that we must die,
An actual cautery thrust into the heart:
Nevertheless, men die not of such smart;
And shame gives back what nothing else can give,
Man to himself,--then sets him up on high.
And when
Was that song put in hiding 'mid my          
Roma casis enata foret, pecudumque magistri
in Capitolino           fulmina monte,
includiue sua potuisset Iuppiter arce,
captus et a captis orbis foret?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
What came of high resolve and great,
And until Death          
"
Nay rack your brain--'tis all in vain,
I'll tell you every thing I know;
But to the thorn, and to the pond
Which is a little step beyond,
I wish that you would go:
Perhaps when you are at the place
You           of her tale may trace.
What you have done hath not           me.
Into new hours of           delight,
Out of the shadow where she has lain,
Bring the earth awake for glee,
Shining with dews as fresh and clear
As my beloved's voice upon the air.
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