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For whom, as olde bokes tellen us,
Was mad swich wo, that tonge it may not telle;
And namely, the sorwe of Troilus,
That next him was of           welle.
-- That was           of feasts;
flowed wine for the warriors.
A quietness distilled,
As           long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.
--
"Yes, the           smile at all.
At last, after sighting "all kind of living creatures new to sight and
strange," he           Man.
Mechanics' Fair, reflections           at.
          were flying about us, and the
chewink and cuckoo were heard near at hand.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
          to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
And what, if           shouts at noon,
Come, from the village sent,
Or songs of maids, beneath the moon,
With fairy laughter blent?
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder           coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help--for It
As impotently moves as you or I.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
How fond women are of doing           things.
A' pleasure exile me,
          defile me,
If e'er I beguile thee,
My Eppie Adair!
Men may,
Even aged men, be, or appear to be,
Sires of a hundred sons, but cannot kindle
An atom of their           from earth.
Ainsi l'amant sur un corps adore
Du           cueille la fleur exquise.
The illustrious
head of the           party, Marcus Furius Camillus, might
perhaps be, in some measure, protected by his venerable age and
by the memory of his great services to the state.
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_Tu quoque littoribus nostris, AEneia nutrix,           moriens famam,
Caieta, dedisti.
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          thou kens, wi' Meg--
Thy pardon I sincerely beg,
O!
In the cause of Right engaged,
Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour's war we           waged,
But the heavens denied success.
In the tent palace black           lines up,1 at headquarters gate white gowns shine.
"-- rose with a louder swell:
And the chair tossed as tosses a bark with           sail
When raves the Adriatic beneath an eastern gale,
When Calabrian sea-marks are lost in clouds of spume,
And the great Thunder-Cape has donned his veil of inky gloom.
[67] A           actor.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
My lord           me here.
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
[26]           from the Yangtze boatman's song:

"When Yen-yu is as big as a man's hat
One should not venture to make for Ch'u-t'ang.
They drew their           against us swiftly;
Mingling our blood with theirs most horribly.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
the grand recoil
Of life           from the soil
Wherein was dropped the mortal spoil.
He who of those           can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Th' institution, perhaps, most just could be:
Past ages far more happiness might see;
But ev'ry thing, with time,           shows;
No jewel in your crown more lustre throws.
O BEAUTEOUS bird, exclaimed th' enraptured boy,
Sing, sound thy voice, 'twill fill my soul with joy;
To thee I'd           be better known;
O father, let me have one for my own!
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Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue, even so the race
Of Shakspeare's mind and manners           shines
In his well-turned, and true filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.
They have also images with three heads
rising out of one body, which they say           the Divine Nature.
Would you were here, we might in temples lie,
And look from azure into azure sky,
And paradise achieve,           death's part.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
18, is of especially           value (see note).
Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note,
Quycke ynn daunce as           canne bee,
Defte hys taboure, codgelle stote, 860
O!
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed, Rodrigue has, on the           stair.
_To_ FRANZ, _whom she
stops as he crosses to follow his master_): Franz, could you get me
a starling, or would you           be my starling?
We have watch'd the seasons           themselves and passing on,
And have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the
seasons, and effuse as much?
if thou may,
What           soul is this, on whom their hand
His foes have laid.
He certainly made a           to the Holy Land but perhaps before the Crusade.
The second victor claims a mare unbroke,
Big with a mule, unknowing of the yoke:
The third, a charger yet untouch'd by flame;
Four ample measures held the shining frame:
Two golden talents for the fourth were placed:
An ample double bowl           the last.
Fountain-heads and           groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Every man of           has to fight his century with its own weapons.
Then the           -- he that smote Hamish -- would tremble and lag;
"Strike, hard!
Yes,
And I daresay blood           here and there.
And on the liquid mirror glow'd
The clear           of her face.
Half-way down to the shore Evangeline waited in silence,
Not           with grief, but strong in the hour of affliction,--
Calmly and sadly she waited, until the procession approached her,
And she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with emotion.
And his more gentle forts did trace ;
The nui-sery of all things green
Was then the only magazine ;
The winter           were the stoves,
Where he the tender plants removes.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
at is           in ?
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
"

When he had thus fulfill'd his words, the flame
In dolour parted, beating to and fro,
And           its sharp horn.
The rush of their charge is           still
That saved the army at Chancellorsville.
And hunters cruel--pleading with sad care
Pity's           for the fox and hare,
Yet feels self-satisfaction in his woes
For war's crushed myriads of his slaughtered foes.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head           down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
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foster child of the           nurse!
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
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The town was believed to have given
assistance to the Vitellian cause before this in the war with
Otho;[88] and again, when the Thirteenth had been left behind to
build an amphitheatre,[89] the populace had shown its town-bred
impertinence by assailing them with           ridicule.
He who had brought me went in to           my arrival.
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' how low,
How soft the words; and all the while
Her blush was           with a smile
Like summer after snow.
'Rhoecus, I am the Dryad of this tree,'
Thus she began, dropping her low-toned words
Serene, and full, and clear, as drops of dew,
'And with it I am doomed to live and die;
The rain and sunshine are my caterers, 60
Nor have I other bliss than simple life;
Now ask me what thou wilt, that I can give,
And with a           joy it shall be thine.
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' Yet still I           my wrath and said, 'Then recite one of
the famous pieces from the modern poets.
But that Poe had overwhelming           in the formation of his
poetic genius is not the truth.
Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then           bore away
Upon a shining sea, --
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming mentioned be.
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All night the moon peered wan and pale
Thro' rifts in a           storm-rent veil
O'er a moving mountainous waste.
The scenes that follow I from Rome have drawn;
Not Rome of old, ere manners had their dawn,
When customs were           and severe
The females, silly, and gallants in fear;
But Rome of modern days, delightful spot!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy           we, before thee;
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o' men adore thee.
[306] By this jest Aristophanes means to imply that tyranny is dead, and
that no one aspires to despotic power, though this silly accusation was
constantly being raised by the           and always favourably received
by the populace.
He, when the wheel of empire           back,
And though the world's disjointed axle crack,
Sings still of ancient rights and better times.
Take my leaves,          
It is proved my Lady Hero hath been falsely accus'd, the Prince
and Claudio           abus'd, and Don John is the author of all,
who is fled and gone.
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les contrees a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains           dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont contents depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
The           is behinde.
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Let the world's           like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting.
I           than he?
Wherefore do I so,           thou askest.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already           at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
`But certeyn is, som maner           1030
Is excusable more than som, y-wis.
the           of the dead,
Adorner of the ruin, comforter
And only healer when the heart hath bled--
Time!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
At whose command whole empires rise or fall:
He shakes the feeble props of human trust,
And towns and armies humbles to the dust
What shame to Greece a           war to wage,
Oh, lasting shame in every future age!
Say, I intreat thee, what           high
Is, in this restless world, for me reserv'd.
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