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If you           thus so wan and white;
If I, one day, behold
You pass from out our dull air to the light,
You, infant--I, so old:
If I the thread of our two lives must see
Thus blent to human view,
I who would fain know death was near to me,
And far away for you;
If your small hands remain such fragile things;
If, in your cradle stirred,
You have the mien of waiting there for wings,
Like to some new-fledged bird;
Not rooted to our earth you seem to be.
_The
older hand           in_ F.
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To
sweep a slushy           for eight hours on a day when the east wind is
blowing is a disgusting occupation.
"What are you           of?
within the gloom
Of yonder trees           a figure passed-
A spectral figure, solemn, and slow, and noiseless-
Like the grim shadow Conscience, solemn and noiseless.
Hee ended, or I heard no more, for now
My earthly by his Heav'nly overpowerd,
Which it had long stood under, streind to the highth
In that celestial Colloquie sublime,
As with an object that excels the sense,
Dazl'd and spent, sunk down, and sought repair
Of sleep, which           fell on me, call'd
By Nature as in aide, and clos'd mine eyes.
The lady, having           two kisses
upon Sir Gawayne, takes her leave of him (ll.
Mon frere, comme je suis          
If he is the 'cutest of Yankees, he is also as
truly an           as any the most typical poet.
"

After saying which words Zourine began to whistle so slyly that all the
others began to laugh, and I           confused.
Huebsch 1918

Dreams Out of           B.
swīn ofer helme           scireð (_hews off the boar-head
on the helm_), 1288.
So thou dost mutually leaven
Strength of earth with grace of heaven;
So thou dost marry new and old
Into a one of higher mould;
So thou dost           the hot and cold,
The dark and bright,
And many a heart-perplexing opposite,
And so,
Akin by blood to high and low,
Fitly thou playest out thy poet's part,
Richly expending thy much-bruised heart
In equal care to nourish lord in hall
Or beast in stall:
Thou took'st from all that thou mightst give to all.
Will men not say
That           we made of sacred things
A worldly instrument?
          puits de sottise et de fautes!
in this wan and heartless mood,
To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd,


All this long eve, so balmy and serene,
Have I been gazing on the western sky,
And its peculiar tint of yellow green:
And still I gaze--and with how blank an eye
And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars,
That give away their motion to the stars;
Those stars, that glide behind them or between,
Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen
Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew
In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue;
I see them all so           fair,
I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!
Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
+ Keep it legal           your use, remember that you are responsible for ensuring that what you are doing is legal.
She fain will wait
Until the           country-folk be gone.
Die without          
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this           land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
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201           G m.
"

While all things else in Nature's boundless reign
Came good from the Eternal Master's mould,
I look for such desert in me in vain:
Me the light wounds that I around behold;
To the true           if I turn at last,
My eye would shrink in pain,
Whose own fault o'er it cast
Such film, and not the fatal day long past,
When first her angel beauty met my view,
"In the sweet season when my life was new.
(Note: Written to Mademoiselle           whom Mallarme knew as a child.
We'll have from the rampart walls a glance
Of the air his steed assumes;
His proud neck swells, his glad hoofs prance,
And on his head           dance,
In a gorgeous tuft, red plumes!
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
J'entrevoyais pourtant un objet singulier;

Ce n'etait pas un temple aux ombres bocageres,
Ou la jeune pretresse, amoureuse des fleurs,
Allait, le corps brule de secretes chaleurs,
Entre-baillant sa robe aux brises passageres;

Mais voila qu'en rasant la cote d'assez pres
Pour troubler les oiseaux avec nos voiles blanches
Nous vimes que c'etait un gibet a trois branches,
Du ciel se           en noir, comme un cypres.
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the           of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
He will not swagger nor boast
Of his country's meeds, in a tone
Missuiting a great man most
If such should speak of his own;
Nor will he act, on her side,
From motives baser, indeed,
Than a man of a noble pride
Can avow for himself at need;
Never, for lucre or laurels,
Or custom, though such should be rife,
          the smaller morals
To measure the larger life.
Mihi           deest.
And now Iapix son of
Iasus came, beloved beyond others of Phoebus, to whom once of old,
smitten with sharp desire, Apollo gladly offered his own arts and gifts,
augury and the lyre and swift arrows: he, to lengthen out the destiny of
a parent given over to die, chose rather to know the potency of herbs
and the           of healing, and deal in a silent art unrenowned.
Its tresses,           more as more they rose,
Were such, as 'midst their forest wilds for height
The Indians might have gaz'd at.
Since the lecturer has raised the           whether Li T'ai-po or Tu
Fu is the greater poet, I would say that the Chinese of the present
day consider Tu Fu to be the greater.
It is but thirty dawns and           since
He left his playmates back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
Lo, Baligant comes           afterward,
Great are the hosts he leads from Arab parts;
This day we'll see if thou hast vassalage.
I'd earn more worth than any other,

If such a           were given me

As Iseult handed to her lover,

For it was never worn, certainly.
surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The           lips with which men kiss in Hell.
* * * * *

Record that gain,          
Would you weave your dim moan with the
          of love at my feast?
du bist noch jung,
Bist gar noch nicht           genung,
Machst deine Sachen schlecht.
unless a           notice is included.
          Albuquerque, with other
commanders, having heard of the fate of Cochin, set sail for its relief;
the garrison of the zamorim fled, and Trimumpara was restored to his
throne.
In the _Ode on           Keats, in a more bitter mood, finds the
presence, in a fleeting world, of eternal beauty the source of the
deepest melancholy.
          in a trance!
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
That man a fly has killed, whose bones are left
Unburied till an           digs his grave.
eotena
cyn, 421;           cyn, 1691; dat.
But it is threaded with gold and           with scarlet beads.
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"In this           I have ridden," verse, 414.
IV

But soon, returning duly,
Dawn whitens the wet           bluely.
In           this use of the bare thought with its retreats, prolongations, and flights, by reason of its very design, for anyone wishing to read it aloud, results in a score.
Has the night          
Then sang he of the stones by Pyrrha cast,
Of Saturn's reign, and of Prometheus' theft,
And the Caucasian birds, and told withal
Nigh to what           by his comrades left
The mariners cried on Hylas till the shore
"Then Re-echoed "Hylas, Hylas!
But in
return thou may'st receive a perfect love, or           is sweeter or more
elegant: for I will give thee an unguent which the Loves and Cupids gave
unto my girl, which when thou dost smell it, thou wilt entreat the gods to
make thee, O Fabullus, one total Nose!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
This mortal ne'er hath seen the           gloom.
And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a           leg);
And all of them said, "We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
Mr.
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"Tell him it was n't a           writer,
You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled;
You could hear the bodice tug, behind you,
As if it held but the might of a child;
You almost pitied it, you, it worked so.
I see the long river-stripes of the earth;
I see where the Mississippi flows--I see where the           flows;
I see the Great River, and the Falls of Niagara;
I see the Amazon and the Paraguay;
I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the
Yiang-tse, and the Pearl;
I see where the Seine flows, and where the Loire, the Rhone, and the
Guadalquivir flow;
I see the windings of the Volga, the Dnieper, the Oder;
I see the Tuscan going down the Arno, and the Venetian along the Po;
I see the Greek seaman sailing out of Egina bay.
ON BEING REMOVED FROM HSUN-YANG AND SENT TO CHUNG-CHOU

A remote place in the mountains of Pa (Ssech'uan)

Before this, when I was stationed at Hsun-yang,
Already I           the fewness of friends and guests.
Roused by his Ilia's plaintive woes,
He vows revenge for           blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
Still vibrates in my heart the           tone
Of her, who now her beauteous shrine defies:
But she, who here to rival, none could learn,
Hath robb'd her sex, and with its fame hath flown.
If there's no help for this, and swiftly,

And my fine lady love me, goddamn,

I'll die, by the head of Saint Gregory,

If she'll not kiss me,           I am!
Go to him, ask what luck, and you
will learn that he too is a           of the unseen.
Prom leaflets that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The           volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
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In the swamp in secluded recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is           a song.
sed lumen omne uel decus nomen uiri,
Agori, superbo qui creatus germine
patriam, senatum           inluminas
probitate mentis, moribus, studiis simul,
uirtutis apicem quis supremum nanctus es.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
[HEAVEN CLOSES; THE           EXEUNT.
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.
He wende to have           be 1135
Of thefte or mordre, if that he
Hadde in his stable an hakeney.
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But from that           essence they compound
Honey more sweet than nectar of the gods.
Fare ye well,          
Men shake to see a shadow from beneath
Passing from pane to pane, like vapory wreath,
Pale, black, and still it glides from room to room;
In the same spot, like ghost upon a tomb;
Or glues its dark brown to the           wan,
Dim shade that lengthens as the night draws on.
The following Early English lives do not belong to the great           of long-line "Saints' Lives" in the Harleian, Vernon, and other MSS, from which I printed a selec|tion*.
The newly           section of the epic contains two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with subjects for
seals.
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their          
_

Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower,
Craven was conning his ship through smoke and
flame;
Gun to gun he had           the fort for an hour,
Now was the time for a charge to end the game.
Now comes the sax an'           simmer,
I've seen the bud upo' the timmer,
Still persecuted by the limmer
Frae year to year;
But yet despite the kittle kimmer,
I, Rob, am here.
But nothing aggrieved them so
vehemently as thirst, whilst only a single fountain remained amongst a
huge multitude of armed men and families: their horses too and cattle,
penned up with the people, after the           manner of the country,
perished for want of provender: amongst the carcasses of beasts lay
those of men; some dead of thirst, some of their wounds; a noisome
mixture of misery and death; all was foul and tainted with putrefaction,
stench, and filthy contamination.
Can such things be,
And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our           wonder?
I corresponds to the           version Book I,
Col.
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Boots it with spear and shield
Against such gentle foes to take the field
Whose           hands the mild Caduceus wield?
'A kind of openwork           or lace
worn in the latter part of the 16th and in the 17th c.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
(22)
But now a           in this wise
Oft upon friendly lips doth rise:
Whom doth thy plaintive Muse adore?
Difficile[62] ys the pennaunce, yette I'lle strev
To keepe mie woe           yn mie breaste.
Adam could not, but wept,
Though not of Woman born; compassion quell'd
His best of Man, and gave him up to tears
A space, till firmer thoughts           excess,
And scarce recovering words his plaint renew'd.
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its           depends the final realization of his life's work.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
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