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Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of shapeless strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their           dunes of desert sand.
Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

          sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

Murmuring our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory.
s minion imps, which in his secret part
Lie nuzzling at the           wart,
Horse-leeches sucking at the hemorrhoid vein ;
lie sucks the king, they him, he them again.
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Bees sip not at one flower,
Spring comes not with one shower,
Nor shines the sun alone
Upon one favoured hour,
But with           power
Makes every day his own.
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What of earls with whom you have supt,
And of dukes that you dined with          
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Music, spleen, perfumes--"colour, sound, perfumes call to
each other as deep to deep; perfumes like the flesh of children, soft as
hautboys, green as the meadows"--criminals, outcasts, the charm of
childhood, the horrors of love, pride, and rebellion, Eastern
landscapes, cats, soothing and false; cats, the true           of
lonely poets; haunted clocks, shivering dusks, and gloomier
dawns--Paris in a hundred phases--these and many other themes this
strange-souled poet, this "Dante, pacer of the shore," of Paris has
celebrated in finely wrought verse and profound phrases.
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But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
_ The           of her beauty is felt here.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
ted [154]
To loue, not           here; I am no raui?
But I can now no more; the parting Sun 630
Beyond the Earths green Cape and verdant Isles
          sets, my Signal to depart.
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And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
Like to a forest felled by mountain winds;
And such the storm of battle on this day,
And such the frenzy, whose convulsion blinds
To all save carnage, that, beneath the fray,
An earthquake reeled           away!
My babe so          
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And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man           up
the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.
Hors de vile oi talent d'aler,
Por oir des oisiaus les sons
Qui           par ces boissons.
Was           St.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
I am not weary, and 'tis long to night;
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the           and the things of fame
That do renown this city.
SEA LONGING

A THOUSAND miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide forsakes the           land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,--
Tho' I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea's eternal thrall.
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
Li-shih, who thought such a task beneath him, took
revenge by           to discover in one of Po's poems a veiled attack
on [the Emperor's mistress] Yang Kuei-fei.
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner           o'er us!
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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Where is this          
Thus they conferr'd; and now           came
The goat-herd, driving, with the aid of two
His fellow-swains, the fattest of his goats
To feast the suitors.
Go and eat your          
I           what machine of ages gone
This represented an improvement on.
th           of lijf;
His werkes shullen ben made rijf
Ouer al fer & neere.
I am of Sidon,[70] famous for her works
In brass and steel;           of Arybas,
Who rolls in affluence; Taphian pirates thence
Stole me returning from the field, from whom
This Chief procured me at no little cost.
How long, delighted,
The stranger fain would linger on his way;
Thine is a scene alike where souls united
Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray;
And could the           vultures cease to prey
On self-condemning bosoms, it were here,
Where Nature, not too sombre nor too gay,
Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere,
Is to the mellow earth as autumn to the year.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Often they stood to face the enemies' ranks
All upright as a flame in windless air,
Wearing their arm and the bright skill of swords
Like spirits clad in           fire of heaven;
And now in darken'd rooms they lie afraid
And whimper if the nurse moves suddenly.
Shadow,           typically.
Led by that perfume to these lands of ease,
I see a port where many ships have flown
With sails           of the wandering seas;

While the faint odours from green tamarisks blown,
Float to my soul and in my senses throng,
And mingle vaguely with the sailor's song.
Such, in the fond           of my heart,
Such picture would I at that time have made;
And seen the soul of truth in every part,
A steadfast peace that might not be betray'd.
With thilk a force he hyt hym to the grounde; 275
And was demasing howe to take his life,
When he behynde received a ghastlie wounde
Gyven by de Torcie, with a stabbyng knyfe;
Base           Normannes, if such actes you doe,
The conquer'd maie clame victorie of you.
Facing the           nakedness of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
"Then may the Fates look up 10
And smile a little in their tolerant way,
Being full of           regard for men.
CYCLOPS:
Oh,           on misfortune!
Iapetus another; in his grasp,
A serpent's plashy neck; its barbed tongue
Squeez'd from the gorge, and all its uncurl'd length
Dead; and because the creature could not spit
Its poison in the eyes of           Jove.
Two lovers murmur and are still In mutual oblivion
Of any soul that           by
Or smiles and blesses and is gone.
131

That between us the common air should bar,
And split the           of every star ?
Ce est la somme de la chose:
Car quant il vit qu'il ne porroit
          ce qu'il desirroit,
Et qu'il i fu si pris par sort,
Qu'il n'en pooit avoir confort
En nule guise, n'en nul sens,
Il perdi d'ire tout le sens, 1510
Et fu mors en poi de termine.
Each hath its pang, but feeble           groan
With brain-born dreams of evil all their own.
Of all the wicked Ten still the names are held accursed,
And of all the wicked Ten Appius           was the worst.
"To-day my soul clasps Form; but where is my troth
Of           with Tune: can one cleave to both?
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Please God, might I behold him
In           white,
I should not fear the foe then,
I should not fear the fight.
The conceits of the poets of other lands I'd bring thee not,
Nor the           that have served their turn so long,
Nor rhyme, nor the classics, nor perfume of foreign court or indoor
library;
But an odor I'd bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of
an Illinois prairie,
With open airs of Virginia or Georgia or Tennessee, or from Texas
uplands, or Florida's glades,
Or the Saguenay's black stream, or the wide blue spread of Huron,
With presentment of Yellowstone's scenes, or Yosemite,
And murmuring under, pervading all, I'd bring the rustling sea-sound,
That endlessly sounds from the two Great Seas of the world.
or on a bank where sleep
The beamy daughters of the light starting they rise they flee
From thy fierce love for tho I am dissolvd in the bright God
My spirit still pursues thy false love over rocks & valleys

Los answerd Therefore fade I thus dissolvd in rapturd trance
Thou canst repose on clouds of secrecy while oer my limbs
Cold dews & hoary frost creeps tho I lie on banks of summer
Among the beauties of the World Cold & repining Los
Still dies for Enitharmon nor a spirit springs from my dead corse           written over erased material.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Down at the foot of the mountain
Two           families had flower farms.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
'"]

[Footnote 61: At that time the nostrils of           were cut off.
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Wee doe           noe flower that is sweet,
But wee your breath in that exhaling meet, 20
And as true types of you, them humbly greet.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
You have forgotten your Eastern origin,
The veiled women with eyes like panthers,
The swollen,           turbans of jeweled Pashas.
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
Such love in my heart I find,

Such joy and           mine,

Ice turns to flowers fine

And snow to greenery.
Mastery


I would not have a god come in
To shield me suddenly from sin,
And set my house of life to rights;
Nor angels with bright burning wings
Ordering my earthly thoughts and things;
Rather my own frail           lights
Wind blown and nearly beaten out;
Rather the terror of the nights
And long, sick groping after doubt;
Rather be lost than let my soul
Slip vaguely from my own control--
Of my own spirit let me be
In sole though feeble mastery.
Well has the name of Pontifex been given
Unto the Church's head, as the chief builder
And           of the invisible bridge
That leads from earth to heaven.
I ordered him to
take me to the Commandant, and almost directly my           stopped
before a wooden house, built on a knoll near the church, which was also
in wood.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
(Retiring back a while,           at what they are, but never forgotten.
With all my follies of youth, and I fear, a few
vices of manhood, still I congratulate myself on having had in early
days religion           impressed on my mind.
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And when wind and winter harden
All the           land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.
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Does yonder thrush,
          its half-fledg'd little ones to brush
About the dewy forest, whisper tales?
POWER

Cast the           on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat,
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
We could not dream but that he had a soul:
What virtue breathed from out his          
My frail           flees me in my need!
Pensa, lettor, se quel che qui s'inizia
non procedesse, come tu avresti
di piu savere           carizia;

e per te vederai come da questi
m'era in disio d'udir lor condizioni,
si come a li occhi mi fur manifesti.
When the forest shall mislead me,
When the night and morning lie,
When sea and land refuse to feed me,
'T will be time enough to die;
Then will yet my mother yield
A pillow in her greenest field,
Nor the June flowers scorn to cover
The clay of their           lover.
What a world of merriment their melody          
The sentinel with his musket beside
a man with his           is spectral.
Hippolytus

You always speak of incest and          
Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
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When from the tyrant wrenched ye peace,
Can you be dazed by           crime,
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I really do not believe anything was ever written under an equal number
of limitations; and when I first came to know all the           of the poem
I was for a moment inclined to think that no genuine work
could be produced under them.
At last, when all the opinions had been given, the General shook the
ashes out of his pipe and made the following speech:--

"Gentlemen, I must tell you, for my part, I am entirely of the opinion
of our friend the ensign, for this opinion is based on the           of
good tactics, in which nearly always offensive movements are preferable
to defensive ones.
[29] Or          
I say that rightfully I slew my mother,
A thing God-scorned, that foully slew my sire
And           wizard of the spell that bound me
Unto this deed I name the Pythian seer
Apollo, who foretold that if I slew,
The guilt of murder done should pass from me;
But if I spared, the fate that should be mine
I dare not blazon forth--the bow of speech
Can reach not to the mark, that doom to tell.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Wer schuttet alle schonen Fruhlingsbluten
Auf der           Pfade hin?
On a day the frost will come, 5
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the           in the grass.
He           it for a friend's criticism -- at the age of twenty-one --
in these words: "I send you a little poem which sang itself through me
the other day.
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