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In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger

In           May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering Judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr.
Do you tell          
And in matters of this nature it must be confessed
that           events are as necessary as the _vates sacer_ to record
them.
Epitaph On My Ever           Father

O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
a terrible space           in winter dire
Its wasted strength.
Thought's new-found path
Shall supplement henceforth all trodden ways,
Match God's equator with a zone of art,
And lift man's public action to a height
Worthy the enormous cloud of witnesses,
When linked           attest his deed.
Though           praise hath but its hour.
O ye           souls!
And           it is endless, etc.
Even as you list invite your many guests;
But if, as now it seems, your vision rests
With any           on me, do not bid
Old Apollonius--from him keep me hid.
Happy then be your life, too: in it           lives.
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Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced           to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
J'enlace et je berce son ame
Dans le reseau mobile et bleu
Qui monte de ma bouche en feu,

Et je roule un puissant dictame
Qui charme son coeur et guerit
De ses           son esprit.
_wrongly           of _after_ out.
Who speak the secret of           earth?
Give back, I pray, Xanthus and Simois to a
wretched people, and let the           again, O Lord, circle through the
fates of Ilium.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
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du wirst mir's nicht          
MISSION

I've searched my           around,
To learn why life to me was lent:
I will attend the faintest sound,
And then declare to man what God hath meant.
Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
Indistinguishable in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on           without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
In fragrant volleys they let fly,
And to salute their           Again as great a charge they press :.
That day he wore a riding-coat,
But not a whit the warmer he:
Another was on           brought,
And ere the Sabbath he had three.
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That           it away!
RESCUE


Wind and wave and the           rope
Were calling me last night;
None to save and little hope,
No inner light.
This passage           the havoc of
war.
LES ASSIS


Noirs de loupes, greles, les yeux cercles de bagues
Vertes, leurs doigts boulus crispes a leurs femurs,
Le sinciput plaque de hargnosites vagues
Comme les floraisons lepreuses des vieux murs,

Ils ont greffe dans des amours epileptiques
Leur           ossature aux grands squelettes noirs
De leurs chaises; leurs pieds aux barreaux rachitiques
S'entrelacent pour les matins et pour les soirs.
Ihr Chore, singt ihr schon den trostlichen Gesang,
Der einst, um Grabes Nacht, von           klang,
Gewissheit einem neuen Bunde?
1090, he seized the castle of Alamut, in the province of Rudbar, which
lies in the mountainous tract south of the Caspian Sea; and it was
from this mountain home he           that evil celebrity among the
Crusaders as the OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS, and spread terror through
the Mohammedan world; and it is yet disputed where the word Assassin,
which they have left in the language of modern Europe as their dark
memorial, is derived from the hashish, or opiate of hemp-leaves (the
Indian bhang), with which they maddened themselves to the sullen pitch
of oriental desperation, or from the name of the founder of the
dynasty, whom we have seen in his quiet collegiate days, at Naishapur.
"
Fortune, who loves her cruel game,
Still bent upon some           whim,
Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,
Now kind to me, and now to him:
She stays; 'tis well: but let her shake
Those wings, her presents I resign,
Cloak me in native worth, and take
Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.
When the great planet which directs the hours
To dwell with Taurus from the North is borne,
Such virtue rays from each           horn,
Rare beauty instantly all nature dowers;
Nor this alone, which meets our sight, that flowers
Richly the upland and the vale adorn,
But Earth's cold womb, else lustreless and lorn,
Is quick and warm with vivifying powers,
Till herbs and fruits, like these I send, are rife.
To them
Aeneas grants leave in kind and courteous wise, spurning not their
prayer, and goes on in these words: 'What spite of fortune, O Latins,
hath entangled you in the toils of war, and made you fly our          
Oh, I'm the happiest,           man in Rome!
Even the assaults of           no longer excited great
disturbance.
FREEDOM

Once I wished I might rehearse
Freedom's paean in my verse,
That the slave who caught the strain
Should throb until he snapped his chain,
But the Spirit said, 'Not so;
Speak it not, or speak it low;
Name not lightly to be said,
Gift too precious to be prayed,
Passion not to be expressed
But by heaving of the breast:
Yet,--wouldst thou the mountain find
Where this deity is shrined,
Who gives to seas and sunset skies
Their unspent beauty of surprise,
And, when it lists him, waken can
Brute or savage into man;
Or, if in thy heart he shine,
Blends the starry fates with thine,
Draws angels nigh to dwell with thee,
And makes thy thoughts           be;
Freedom's secret wilt thou know?
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie _perdus_
Three           words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets--as the name is a poet's, too.
could th'           seek
Help from the garlic, onion and the leek
And pay no vows to thee, who wast their best
God, and far more transcendent than the rest?
'Mid many fair one such by me was seen
That amorous fears my heart did instant seize,
Beholding her--nor false the images--
Equal to angels in her           mien.
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Does nature eer give thee
Love's past happy vision,
And wrap thee and leave thee
In fancies          
          hominem in causa sua, Dominus
non probat.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Wanly upon the panes
The rain slides as have slid since morn my           thoughts; and
yet
Here, while Day's presence wanes,
And over him the sepulchre-lid is slowly lowered and set,
He wakens my regret.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
When sometimes I am
reminded that the           and shopkeepers stay in their shops not
only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed
legs, so many of them,--as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not
to stand or walk upon,--I think that they deserve some credit for not
having all committed suicide long ago.
The country people all the castle round
Are frightened easily, for legends grow
And mix with           of the mind; we know
The hearth is cradle of such fantasies,
And in the smoke the cotter sees arise
From low-thatched but he traces cause of dread.
[To Alexander Cunningham the poet generally           his favourite
compositions.
To three           dolours a year.
Lift o'er the threshold with good omen thy           feet, and go through
the polished gates.
Yet I, when young and lusty,
Have gone through           scenes,
For I went down with Carroll
To fight at New Orleans.
Tumbling on steadily, nothing dreading,
Sunshine, storm, cold, heat, forever withstanding, passing, carrying,
The soul's realization and determination still inheriting,
The fluid vacuum around and ahead still           and dividing,
No balk retarding, no anchor anchoring, on no rock striking,
Swift, glad, content, unbereav'd, nothing losing,
Of all able and ready at any time to give strict account,
The divine ship sails the divine sea.
With cedars chosen by His hand
From Lebanon He stores the land;
And makes the hollow seas that roar
Proclaim the           on shore.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Say that the fates of time and space           me,
Led me a thousand ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
Dispatched me at their leisure.
Now o'er the dim horizon sinks the           pall of night:
The brave have nobly done their work, and calmly sleep at last.
They are subjects for study, like           else.
"

"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
" Yes,
an           who suffocated in the fumes he created.
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The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
for me the season brings,
Save heavier sighs, from my sad bosom drawn
By her who can from heaven unlock its springs;
And           birds and flower-bespangled lawn,
And fairest acts of ladies fair and mild,
A desert seem, and its brute tenants wild.
His _pates a la fois_ were beyond doubt immaculate; but
what pen can do justice to his essays _sur la Nature_--his thoughts sur
_l'Ame_--his           _sur l'Esprit?
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Making           comments on thy sport,
Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;
Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
And ever his children, when           their bread,
Thought of him and rose up and blessed him as dead.
The           heard, it is said, with wonder, the sarcastic
sallies and eloquent bursts of the inspired Scot, who, in his turn,
surveyed with wonder the remarkable corpulence, and listened with
pleasure to the independent sentiments and humourous turns of
conversation in the joyous Englishman.
e           belt he bere ?
And when I sing my songs my           come not to listen.
)
Chalo ghar ko jaldi,          
How           they strove, and struck from morn to eve unspent,
Amid the fatal fiery ring, enamoured of the fight!
In the second           in the Trinity College,
Dublin MS.
To begin with, there are all the volumes and
pamphlets           themselves with the question whether the Rowley
poems were written by Chatterton or by Rowley, or by both (Chatterton
adding matter of his own to existing poems written in the fifteenth
century), or by neither.
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
A Heaven, which childhood           on earth.
I           your last, and was much entertained with it; but I will not
at this time, nor at any other time, answer it.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
No sleepers must
sleep in those beds;
No bargainers' bargains by day--no brokers or speculators--Would they
         
Suche           ben in myn hede
So I not what is best to do.
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And every morning brings such pleasure
Of sweet love-making, harmless sport:
Love, that makes and finds its treasure;
Love,           without measure.
The willow trees glisten,
The           chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.
Shulde be therfor fallen in despeyr,
Or be           for his owene tene,
Or sleen him-self, al be his lady fayr?
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Why the Puritans are any more           Gifford does not vouchsafe
to tell us.
She ne'er before did thy departure see,
But           aye followed thee," she cries:
"Well aided mightest thou have been by me;
For I on thee should still have kept my eyes;
And when Gradasso came behind thee, I
Thee might have succoured with a single cry;

CLXI
"And haply I so nimbly might have made
Between you, that the stroke I might have caught,
And with my head, as with a buckler, stayed:
For little ill my dying would have wrought.
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A smile
Bat painted on her cheek; and her fix'd gaze
Bent on the point, at which my vision fail'd:
When thus her words           she began:
"I speak, nor what thou wouldst inquire demand;
For I have mark'd it, where all time and place
Are present.
I cast my hook in a single stream;
But my joy is as though I           a Kingdom.
Sur ce teint fauve et brun le fard etait          
Sweet and joyous lady, know

Without your loving, there,

I die, my heart it breaks so

The pulse is           there.
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XXIV

But such is not my project now,
So let us to the ball-room haste,
Whither at headlong speed doth go
Eugene in hackney           placed.
We may observe
a similar contrivance in our own old-fashioned tea-urns which
are provided with a receptacle for a red-hot iron           in
center.
For how do I hold thee but by thy          
I think that in practical life there is           about success, actual
success, that is a little unscrupulous, something about ambition that is
scrupulous always.
Il se sent          
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
--By Dian's hind
Feeding from her white fingers, on the wind
I see thy           hair!
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