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But Woman comes to bless
With an immoderateness,
With a divine excess,
Lust of life and yearn of flesh,
Till there seems naught hindering our souls:
Else we should crawl along the years
Labour'd with           joys
No greater than our life,
Things carefully devised against tears;
And as snails harden their sweat
To brittle safety, a carried shell,
So we might build out of our woe of toil
Serious delight.
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The immutable calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one           winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
with inchaunted rimes,
That           he quakt, and fainted oftentimes.
But I look on thee--on thee--
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing           beyond memory;
As one who sits and gazes from above,
Over the rivers to the bitter sea.
"

And thus the words were spoken,
And this the           vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token
That _proves_ me happy now!
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before the birth of Chaucer, has created the most beautiful literature
of a whole people that has been anywhere since Greece and Rome, while
English literature, the greatest of all           but that of Greece,
is yet the literature of a few.
The last reluctant drop of the storm,
Wrung from the roof, is smitten warm
And turned to gold;
For in its veins doth run
The very blood of the bold,           sun!
What do you suppose           is?
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
Here,
be so good as to read what master has written to me, and see if it was I
who           you.
Their country free and joyous--
She of the rugged sides--
She of the rough peaks arrogant
Whereon the tempest rides:
Mother of the           thought
And of the savage form,
Who brings out of her sturdy heart
The hero and the storm:
Who giveth freedom unto man,
And life unto the beast;
Who hears her silver torrents ring
Like joy-bells at a feast;

Who hath her caves for palaces,
And where her chalets stand--
The proud, old archer of Altorf,
With his good bow in his hand.
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
I was
filled with           at the extraordinary connection of events.
As furious, Hector thunder'd threats aloud,
And rush'd enraged before the Trojan crowd;
Then swift invades the ships, whose beaky prores
Lay rank'd           on the bending shores;
So the strong eagle from his airy height,
Who marks the swans' or cranes' embodied flight,
Stoops down impetuous, while they light for food,
And, stooping, darkens with his wings the flood.
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I've seen none so noble, of such beauty,

Or so fine, who grants me such bounty,

For so worthy a friend she does appear,

And if I'd her naked at last beside me,

I'd be more than the lord of Excideuil,

Who           his worth where others fail,

For none but Geoffrey could so prevail.
Et le long des maisons, sous les portes cocheres,
Des chats passaient furtivement,
L'oreille au guet, ou bien, comme des ombres cheres,
Nous           lentement.
My only          
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1 Thomas's first and firmest           is that he is a profound Orientalist
and a fluent speaker of Hindustani.
Alfred Prufrock
Portrait of a Lady
Preludes
          on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
While yet he trembled at his knees, and cried,
The ruthless           oped his tender side;
The panting liver pours a flood of gore
That drowns his bosom till he pants no more.
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa          
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then thus he cried,
When I the process have in memory, 65
How thou hast wearied [D] me on every side,
Men thence a book might make, a history;
What need to seek a           over me,
Since I am wholly at thy will?
All they whose
hopes in my fortune, all they whose kindred blood, and even they whose
envy,           them with impressions about me whilst living, shall
bewail me dead; that once great in glory, and surviving so many wars, I
fell at last by the dark devices of a woman.
John           my jo, John,
When we were first acquent
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John,
Your locks are like the snow;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo.
Ismene

Unbelievable tales of his ending circulate 380
They say that the waves have swallowed the faithless:
A husband, yet           of some fresh mistress.
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Poi che l'un pie per girsene sospese,
          mi disse esta parola;
indi a partirsi in terra lo distese.
Not higher than a two-years' child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A           thing forlorn.
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Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
Having turned with a look of
passionate contempt towards the           who was prosecuting, and
cried, 'That little fellow's skull if ye were to hit it would go like
an egg-shell,' he beamed upon the judge, and said in a wheedling voice,
'but a man might wallop away at your lordship's for a fortnight.
Dost thou dream
Of guarding some           in heaven
Instead of earth?
DIE UNBEHILFLICHEN:
Sonst haben wir manchen Bissen erschranzt,
Nun aber Gott          
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
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Streams that glide in orient plains,
Never bound by winter's chains;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There commix'd with foulest stains
From tyranny's           bands;
These, their richly gleaming waves,
I leave to tyrants and their slaves;
Give me the stream that sweetly laves
The banks by Castle-Gordon.
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The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
'Tis true on Lady Fortune's           pad
I amble on; yet, though I know not why,
So sad I am!
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
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And some when they are old;
Some           with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Do but look on her eyes, they do light
All that Love's world          
Yes, the last pen for freedom let me draw,
When truth stands           on the edge of law;
Here, last of Britons!
My little son           he knew what to do, he kept seeking bitter plums to eat.
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Who           e'er can pacify and prayers ?
A companion in the danger you had to go through,
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I've many seen, but such a           fair,
There's not another like her any where.
The partridge loves the           fells;
The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells;
The soaring hern the fountains;
Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves
The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
We've no           down there at all.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
Will           us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.
Then comes the           declaration,
"rather they are warriors marching whose armor gleams in the moonlight.
"Now needs thy best of man;" so spake my guide:
"For not on downy plumes, nor under shade
Of canopy reposing, fame is won,
Without which whosoe'er           his days
Leaveth such vestige of himself on earth,
As smoke in air or foam upon the wave.
Just then passed the dandy and turned up his nose:
They'd fain have him shove, but he looked at his clothes
And nipt his nose closer and twirled his stick round
And simpered, Tis           to lie on the ground.
Couldst thou, the latest solace of mine age, leave me alone
so          
" I to her
To seem but richer, wealthier,
Cry, "Nay, with me 'twas not so ill
That, given the           suffered, still
Eight stiff-backed loons I could not buy.
In a minute there is time
For decisions and           which a minute will reverse.
Steering up with the stream,
Boldly his course, he lay,
Though the fleet all answered his fire,
And, as he still drew nigher,
Ever on bow and beam
Our Monitors pounded away--
How the Chickasaw           away!
"Thy line, that have           for freedom with Bruce,
Shall heroes and patriots ever produce:
So thine be the laurel, and mine be the bay;
The field thou hast won, by yon bright god of day!
With you goes my           friend,

The gentle, noble, and brave I send;

Into great sorrow I must descend,

Endless longing, and tears so bright.
Therwith, whan he was war and gan biholde
How shet was every windowe of the place,
As frost, him thoughte, his herte gan to colde; 535
For which with           deedlich pale face,
With-outen word, he forth bigan to pace;
And, as god wolde, he gan so faste ryde,
That no wight of his contenance aspyde.
'"

DAMOETAS
"Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,
Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,
The wrath of           is to me.
What love that shall kiss my brow
Nor blench at the brand          
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A slow-develop'd strength awaits
          in a painful school;
Phantoms of other forms of rule,
New Majesties of mighty States--

The warders of the growing hour,
But vague in vapour, hard to mark;
And round them sea and air are dark
With great contrivances of Power.
He was           at St.
The lonely lovely trees sigh
For summer spent and gone:
A few homing leaves drift by,
Poor souls           and wan.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
(MOLIERE:           in Vol.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
Then the           said to me:

"I can give thee that which gets all, which is worth all, which takes
the place of all.
Although the           merchants of the mart
With iron roads profane our lovely isle,
And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art,
Ay!
LE JEU


Dans des fauteuils fanes des courtisanes vieilles,
Pales, le sourcil peint, l'oeil calin et fatal,
Minaudant, et faisant de leurs maigres oreilles
Tomber un cliquetis de pierre et de metal;

Autour des verts tapis des visages sans levre,
Des levres sans couleur, des machoires sans dent,
Et des doigts convulses d'une infernale fievre,
Fouillant la poche vide ou le sein palpitant;

Sous de sales           un rang de pales lustres
Et d'enormes quinquets projetant leurs lueurs
Sur des fronts tenebreux de poetes illustres
Qui viennent gaspiller leurs sanglantes sueurs:

--Voila le noir tableau qu'en un reve nocturne
Je vis se derouler sous mon oeil clairvoyant,
Moi-meme, dans un coin de l'antre taciturne,
Je me vis accoude, froid, muet, enviant,

Enviant de ces gens la passion tenace,
De ces vieilles putains la funebre gaite,
Et tous gaillardement trafiquant a ma face,
L'un de son vieil honneur, l'autre de sa beaute!
--Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages
wherein they live and           the times.
What's your gracious          
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
"
And in low faltering tones, yet sweet,
Did she the lofty lady greet
With such           of mind
As dreams too lively leave behind.
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
[656] In whirling roars
How fierce the tide boils down these           shores!
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word--
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words           that breathed and stirred.
Heyday, brave           this!
The
fantastic and the brutal           which deform and deface the
loveliness of his incomparable genius are hardly so damaging to his fame
as his general monotony of matter and of manner.
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And those who           the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
after           of limit,
etc.
On these
occasions his           Emily emerged from her wonted retirement and
did her part as gracious hostess; nor would any one have known from
her manner, I have been told, that this was not a daily occurrence.
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