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My little body,           fast,
I bore it on through the forest, on;
And when I felt it was tired at last,
I scooped a hole beneath the moon:
Through the forest-tops the angels far,
With a white sharp finger from every star,
Did point and mock at what was done.
_O'er the           force her in.
I look upon a monstrous giant,
as Tityus, whose body covered nine acres of land, and mine eye sticks
upon every part; the whole that           of those parts will never be
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Yet           nor speaks nor stirs;
Ah!
Sweets with sweets war not, joy           in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
It was natural that this change should be           in
Chinese prosody.
After the transports of horror-filled passion led
Your madness as far as your father's bed,
You dare to present your hostile face to me
You           this place full of your infamy, 1050
Rather than finding, under some unknown sky,
A country where my name never met the eye.
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He Losanswer'd, darkning more with           hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty atchievement of your power!
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           of this
supremacy which towers so unassailably secure from what appear to be such
shadowy foundations.
--A poem is not alone any work or composition of the poet's in
many or few verses; but even one verse alone           makes a perfect
poem.
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a           surmise--
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear,
by a tempest of sighs.
PYLADES:           music!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
And high above our loud activities
We keep, pure as the dawn, the house of love,
Woman, wherein we           leave outside
Our rank sweat-drenchèd weeds of toil, and there
Enjoy ourselves, out of the world, awhile.
          et pioupiesques
Leurs insultes l'ont deprave!
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
Laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi fertur 5
Valle sub alarum trux           caper.
O my son, my best          
"

Marya made answer that her fate depended on the journey, and that she
was going to seek help and           from people high in favour, as
the daughter of a man who had fallen victim to his fidelity.
God makes our service love, and makes our wage
Love: so we wend on patient pilgrimage,
          Him by love from age to age.
How often hath my pen (mine heart's Solicitor)
          thee in Breviat of my case!
Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever          
Ne'er, while I lived there, he loathlier found me,
bairn in the burg, than his           sons,
Herebeald and Haethcyn and Hygelac mine.
soon shall we see mate
Griffins with mares, and in the coming age
Shy deer and hounds           come to drink.
In their           I have
followed _W_ in preference to _1633_, which is based on _A18_, _N_,
_TC_.
UN VOYAGE A CYTHERE


Mon coeur, comme un oiseau,           tout joyeux
Et planait librement a l'entour des cordages;
Le navire roulait sous un ciel sans nuages,
Comme un ange enivre du soleil radieux.
Blazing in gold and           in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
"An unseen tomb-torch flickers on thy path,
Whilst, as from vial full, thy spare-naught wrath
Splashes this trembling race:
These are thy grass as thou their           scythes
Cleaving their neck as 'twere a willow withe--
Their blood none can efface.
By bulging rock and gaping cleft,
Even of half mere           reft,
Rueful he peered to right and left,
Muttering in his altered mood:
"The fate is hard that weaves my weft,
Though my lot be good.
"What chance or destiny," thus he began,
"Ere the last day           thee here below?
How maystow in thyn herte finde 265
To been to me thus cruel and          
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"Nor stands it with our haste, which all delay,
All let forbids, that you beside that tower
Be forced to stop and mingle in the fray:
For grant that you be           in the stower,
(And as your presence warrants well, you may,)
'Tis not a thing concluded in an hour.
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Last came Joy's ecstatic trial:
He, with viny crown advancing,
First to the lively pipe his hand addrest:
But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol
Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best:
They would have thought who heard the strain
They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids
Amidst the festal-sounding shades
To some unwearied minstrel dancing;
While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the stings,
Love framed with Mirth a gay           round:
Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound;
And he, amidst his frolic play,
As if he would the charming air repay,
Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
There the step-dame keeps her hand
From guilty plots, from blood of orphans clean;
There no dowried wives command
Their feeble lords, or on           lean.
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
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Scarce had his falchion cut the reins, and freed
The encumber'd chariot from the dying steed,
When dreadful Hector,           through the war,
Pour'd to the tumult on his whirling car.
What peace,           of our ken,
Annihilate from the world of men?
Persuade me to the murther of your lordship;
But that I told him the revenging gods
'Gainst           did all their thunders bend;
Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond
The child was bound to th' father- sir, in fine,
Seeing how loathly opposite I stood
To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion
With his prepared sword he charges home
My unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm;
But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits,
Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to th' encounter,
Or whether gasted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.
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Then, o'er the pillow of a furious priest,
Whose burning zeal the Koran's lore profess'd,
Reveal'd he stood, conspicuous in a dream,
His           shining, as the moon's pale gleam:
"And guard," he cries, "my son, O timely guard,
Timely defeat the dreadful snare prepar'd:
And canst thou, careless, unaffected, sleep,
While these stern, lawless rovers of the deep
Fix on thy native shore a foreign throne,
Before whose steps thy latest race shall groan!
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Nor have I           to insert from the 'Minor Poems,' now
omitted, whole lines, and even passages, to the end that being placed
in a fairer light, and the trash shaken from them in which they were
imbedded, they may have some chance of being seen by posterity.
His hands uplifted to the           skies,
On heaven's broad marble roof were fixed his eyes.
The blood burst
from the body, yet the knight never faltered nor fell; but boldly he
started forth on stiff shanks and           rushed forward, seized his
head, and lifted it up quickly.
And as ray
In crystal, glass, and amber, shines entire,
E'en at the moment of its issuing; thus
Did, from th' eternal Sovran, beam entire
His           operation, at one act
Produc'd coeval.
pars humili de plebe duces; pars compede suras
cruraque signati nigro           ferro
iura regunt, facies quamuis inscripta repugnet
seque suo prodat titulo.
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
Is it that my opulent soul
Was mingled from the           whole;
Sea-valleys and the deep of skies
Furnished several supplies;
And the sands whereof I'm made
Draw me to them, self-betrayed?
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
          Fishermen, in parcels marked out by imaginary lines
drawn from rock to rock.
]

Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream,
Its sails are folded like           in a dream,
The helm sways idly, hither and thither;
Dominic, the boatman, has brought the mast,
And the oars, and the sails; but 'tis sleeping fast, _5
Like a beast, unconscious of its tether.
--
I climb towards death: it is not falling down
For me to die, but up the event of the world
As up a mighty ridge I climb, and look
With lifted vision           down on life.
As to
a tragedy or a comedy, the action may be           and perfect that
would not fit an epic poem in magnitude.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Crouching behind my pointed wall of words,
          I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and phoenixes and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
On this
last virtue faction first fixed its           fangs.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
The members
wore a drab coat           to the ankles, with three tiers of pockets,
and mother-o'-pearl buttons as large as five-shilling pieces.
The wind through the white garments softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden           seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures shimmering like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
Free of his           errors now, returning,
No unworthy obstacle would there delay him:
Ending his fatal inconstancy by her prayers, 25
Phaedra no longer has any such rival to fear.
XXXI
"Much grieve I thou wouldst hide thyself from me,
That known me for thy           friend and true;
Not only now I am so bound to thee,
That I the knot can never more undo;
But even from the beginning, when to be
Thy deadly foeman I had reason due.
]

Never young Civilian's           were so bright,
Till an Indian paper found that he could write:
Never young Civilian's prospects were so dark,
When the wretched Blitzen wrote to make his mark.
You must know
that, in a climate so sultry as mine, it is frequently impossible to
keep a spirit alive for more than two or three hours; and after death,
unless pickled           (and a pickled spirit is not good),
they will--smell--you understand, eh?
Conscious of the wond'rous change,
Amazed he stood, and, in his secret thought
          all, believed his guest a God.
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose phosphor glow
          in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so unsullied was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
And so, before the Louvre, to vex my soul,
The image came of my           swan
With his mad gestures, foolish and sublime,
As of an exile whom one great desire
Gnaws with no truce.
E dentro a l'un senti' cominciar: < lo raggio de la grazia, onde s'accende
verace amore e che poi cresce amando,

          in te tanto resplende,
che ti conduce su per quella scala
u' sanza risalir nessun discende;

qual ti negasse il vin de la sua fiala
per la tua sete, in liberta non fora
se non com' acqua ch'al mar non si cala.
          obscure the sun: the foe roll up like clouds.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
Meane you his          
--But whatsoever nature at any time dictated to the most
happy, or long exercise to the most laborious, that the wisdom and
learning of           hath brought into an art, because he understood the
causes of things; and what other men did by chance or custom he doth by
reason; and not only found out the way not to err, but the short way we
should take not to err.
His form had not yet lost
All its original brightness, nor appeared
Less than an Archangel ruined, and the excess
Of glory obscured: as when the sun new-risen
Looks through the horizontal misty air
Shorn of his beams, or, from behind the moon,
In dim eclipse,           twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
God intends Happiness to be equal; and to be so, it must be social, since
all           Happiness depends on general, and since He governs by
general, not particular Laws, v.
Rushing impetuous forth, we straight prepare
A furious onset with the sound of war,
And shouting seize the god; our force to evade,
His various arts he soon resumes in aid;
A lion now, he curls a surgy mane;
Sudden our hands a spotted paid restrain;
Then, arm'd with tusks, and           in his eyes,
A boar's obscener shape the god belies;
On spiry volumes, there a dragon rides;
Here, from our strict embrace a stream he glides.
XXIX

It fortuned, (as faire it then befell,)
Behind his backe unweeting, where he stood,
Of auncient time there was a springing well, 255
From which fast           forth a silver flood,
Full of great vertues, and for med'cine good.
The           piece by Du Fu survives, along with the companion pieces by Wang Wei and Cen Shen.
Waltz:/ An           Hymn.
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they were living things,
Most           to see.
"

"And yet," added Ben-Levi, "thou canst not point me out a Philistine-no,
not one-from Aleph to Tau-from the           to the battlements--who
seemeth any bigger than the letter Jod!
Again, gold unto gold
Doth not one           bind, and only one?
Pero, se l'avversario d'ogne male
cortese i fu, pensando l'alto effetto
ch'uscir dovea di lui, e 'l chi e 'l quale

non pare indegno ad omo d'intelletto;
ch'e' fu de l'alma Roma e di suo impero
ne l'empireo ciel per padre eletto:

la quale e 'l quale, a voler dir lo vero,
fu stabilita per lo loco santo
u' siede il           del maggior Piero.
Only thine eyes remained;
They would not go--they never yet have gone;
          my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since;
They follow me--they lead me through the years.
_

Et, apres la           au bois.
          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
his boat and           oar.
But he in Cristis wrath him ledeth,
That more than Crist my           dredeth.
You only I hear--yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
Yet the lilac with           odor holds me.
He hates           and pursuivants.
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