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But           like these are idle things,
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Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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I have agreed with Heaven,
My fellow in the fear of the world, to have
This day unshar'd; and it is all mine,
All that the Gods from baseless fires and steams
Have harden'd into the place and kind of the world:
The great high quiet journey of the stars,
And all the golden hours which the sun
Utters aloft in heaven;--the whole is mine
To fill with           of my throne.
Whom will Venus seat
          of cups?
The          
I was bothe           and trouble 1755
For the peril that I saw double;
I niste what to seye or do,
Ne gete a leche my woundis to;
For neithir thurgh gras ne rote,
Ne hadde I help of hope ne bote.
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_A           of a Painted Face.
How welcome is its           overture
At evening, when the moist and glowing west
Seals all things with cool promise of night's rest.
But, again, where cause
Of that disease has faced about, and back
          sharp poison of corrupted frame
Into its shadowy lairs, the man at first
Arises reeling, and gradually comes back
To all his senses and recovers soul.
She, my white rose,           off
The high rose-tree branch!
That which thy fathers have           to thee,
Earn and become possessor of it!
_"

[The heroine of this short, sweet song is unknown: it was           in
the third edition of his Poems.
With Kultur-flag unfurled
And prayer on lip he runs amuck,           the world.
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale           brow,
On the altar-stair.
It is probable
that, at an early period, Homer and Herodotus           some
hints to the Latin Minstrels; but it was not till after the war
with Pyrrhus that the poetry of Rome began to put off its old
Ausonian character.
(So call him, for so mingling blame with praise
And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends,
Masking his birth-name, wont to character
His wild-wood fancy and impetuous zeal)
'Tis true that, passionate for ancient truths,
And honouring with           love the Great
Of older times, he hated to excess,
With an unquiet and intolerant scorn,
The hollow puppets of an hollow age,
Ever idolatrous, and changing ever
Its worthless idols!
I no longer love Rodrigue the gentleman;
No my love names him to another plan;
If I love, I love he who wrought fine things,
The           Cid who has mastered kings.
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But, to the palace-roof
          again, he sat, and with a voice
Of human sound, forbad my tears, and said--
Courage!
Or, haply, to his ev'ning thought,
By unfrequented stream,
The ways of men are distant brought,
A faint collected dream;
While praising, and raising
His           to heav'n on high,
As wand'ring, meand'ring,
He views the solemn sky.
" He           seem'd;

"Wait now till I return.
--beneath
Those stars content, where last her song had gone,--
They mute and cold in radiant life, as soon
Their singer was to be, in           death?
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But his voice was lost like a mouse's scream
In a lonely empty house,
And the woman lay in a tender dream
Of love and orchard boughs,
Her cheeks were flushed and twice she sighed
As she turned upon her bed
And she had no thought for the thing that cried
Or the           of the dead.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
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It was a           calm, and Gama stood
near to land.
"Whom do you wish to          
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
For fire o'ermastered
And licked up many things and burnt away,
What time the impetuous horses of the Sun
          Phaethon headlong from his skiey road
Down the whole ether and over all the lands.
Yea,           now can bring no shame
Upon me that Ozias hath not brought.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
--For the existence of this           see Indian newspapers, _passim_.
The wave--there is a           there!
The Dutch are then in           shent.
The play is           Satyric in character.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
"As ever on this side the boiling wave
Thou seest diminishing," the Centaur said,
"So on the other, be thou well assur'd,
It lower still and lower sinks its bed,
Till in that part it           join,
Where 't is the lot of tyranny to mourn.
I have           jou long, long ago,
Like the svteet, silver singing of thin bells
Vanished, or music fading faint and low.
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Iuverit, quoniam palam
Quod cupis capis et bonum 200
Non           amorem.
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what brings you           now?
Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
To give away yourself, keeps           still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
But           at the
beginning of the winter they freeze hard, and soon, though undecayed,
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Quoth she, and           thrice.
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Poetry so well, that he can offer them nothing not already known and
valued.
O cities           of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Only the           of old India
Will end the endless march of gipsy feet.
Let him to whose ears the low-voiced Best seems stilled by the clash
of the First,
Who holds that if way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at
the Worst,
Who feels that delight is a           growth cramped by crookedness,
custom, and fear,
Get him up and be gone as one shaped awry; he disturbs the order here.
My passions, from that hapless hour,
Usurp'd a tyranny which men
Have deem'd, since I have reach'd to power;
My innate nature--be it so:
But, father, there liv'd one who, then,
Then--in my boyhood--when their fire
Burn'd with a still intenser glow,
(For passion must, with youth, expire)
E'en _then_ who knew this iron heart
In woman's           had a part.
'62'

Bernard Lintot, the           of Pope's translation of Homer.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and           naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
(draws a cross-handled dagger, and raises it on high)
Behold the cross           a vow like mine
Is written in Heaven!
They grip their           edge of stalk
In brief excitement for the wind;
They hold a breathless final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
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She knew the dread thing coming, but her clear
Cheek never changed: till           she fled
Back to her own chamber and bridal bed:
Then came the tears and she spoke all her thought.
The breathing           that rose like smoke!
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Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made          
Had it been
To save some falling city, leaguered in
With foemen; to prop up our castle towers,
And rescue other children that were ours,
Giving one life for many, by God's laws
I had           all!
Five years glid by, and Brown, one day
(Which he'd got so fat that he wouldn't weigh),
Was a settin' down, sorter lazily,
To the bulliest dinner you ever see,
When one o' the           jumped on his knee
And says, "Yan's Jones, which you bought his land.
The attempt to vanquish the
innumerable _heads_ of one of those           discourses may supply
us with a plausible interpretation of the second labor of Hercules, and
his successful experiment with fire affords us a useful precedent.
Her soul,
however, is as white as her complexion is black, and she has the air of
being so little           of her own appearance, that her homeliness may
be said to become her.
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Doth he himself allow it, nor spare the same
Even for his          
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"What did           say about Tommy Rot?
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His death gives me reason enough for tears,
Without my           into other matters:
It won't restore him to me, in my grief, again:
Perhaps it would only serve to increase my pain.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
[35] Probably           variant of _edir_.
Thy           slowly hastens the blow!
quod enim genus figuraest, ego non quod          
Nor do I
Fail to perceive how strange and marvellous
This fact must strike the intellect of man,--
          of the sky and earth
That is to be,--and with what toil of words
'Tis mine to prove the same; as happens oft
When once ye offer to man's listening ears
Something before unheard of, but may not
Subject it to the view of eyes for him
Nor put it into hand--the sight and touch,
Whereby the opened highways of belief
Lead most directly into human breast
And regions of intelligence.
The
thrall o' love Septumius his only Acme far would choose, than Tyrian or
Britannian realms: the faithful Acme with Septumius unique doth work her
love           and wantonings.
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Faces




I have seen a face with a           countenances, and a face that
was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.
'

Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
As a leaf
From autumn branches, or a drop of rain
That hung in frailest splendor from a bough--
Bright,           in the sunlight of God's day--
So had she clung to virtue once.
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.
Mean while revive;
Abandon fear; to           and counsel joind
Think nothing hard, much less to be despaird.
quotes, 'He that is fallen
into a depe foggy well and           fast in it,' Coverdale, _Bk.
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past           dearer and sweeter?
Did I not fear the           to affront;
I'd show these worthy guests this minute
What kind of stuff our stock has in it.
          breedes not (quoth he) where faith is staid.
To looks           blows; hard blows
Battered his ears and poor old nose.
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