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A memorable visit
from Raleigh, who was now a neighbor of the poet's, having also received a
part of the forfeited Desmond estate, led to the           of the _Faerie
Queene_.
"--a
phrase I had learned from the           shrimpers.
Let your           be in the condition of your senses.
Wherefore, abstain, O lads, from your evil           here.
This long prediction o'er: with features grave,
His           to them both he gave.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the           makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The debauchee of dews!
at           be
In hunger & ?
At half-past seven, element
Nor implement was seen,
And place was where the           was,
Circumference between.
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send Eurypylus to inquire of Phoebus' oracle; and he brings back from
the sanctuary these words of terror: _With blood of a slain maiden, O
Grecians, you appeased the winds when first you came to the Ilian
coasts; with blood must you seek your return, and an Argive life be the
accepted sacrifice.
DIE KUCHE


She lets the hydrant water run:
He fancies lonely, banal,
bald-headed mountains,
          by the daily
caress of the tropical sun,
weeping tears the length of brooks
down their faces and flanks.
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What news hast thou for me, Semyon          
OCEANUS

But in wise thought and           essay
Perceivest thou a danger?
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend; presently a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an           fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
that eyes so full of light
Should be so          
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that renowned Colossus, great in story:

And           noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
The generous lovers, studious to succeed,
Bid their whole herds and flocks in banquets bleed;
By           gifts the vow sincere display:
You, only you, make her ye love your prey.
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
O ciel, nel cui girar par che si creda
le           di qua giu trasmutarsi,
quando verra per cui questa disceda?
Besides, one only man could scarce subdue
An           multitude to choose
To get by heart his names of things.
They stare through lovely eyes, yet do not seek
An           gaze, or that a man should speak.
Shalt thou more
Live in the mouths of mankind, if thy flesh
Part shrivel'd from thee, than if thou hadst died,
Before the coral and the pap were left,
Or ere some           years have passed?
It would be the prudish affectation of silly pride in me to say that I
do not need, or would not be indebted to a political friend; at the
same time, Sir, I by no means lay my affairs before you thus, to hook
my           situation on your benevolence.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
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ATHROW OF THE DICE NEVER, EVEN WHEN TRULY CAST IN THE ETERNAL CIRCUMSTANCE OF A SHIPWRECK'S DEPTH, Can be only the Abyss raging, whitened, stalled beneath the desperately sloping incline of its own wing, through an advance falling back from ill to take flight, and veiling the gushers, restraining the surges, gathered far within the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail, almost matching its yawning depth to the wingspan, like a hull of a vessel rocked from side to side

THE MASTER, beyond former calculations, where the lost manoeuvre with the age rose implying that formerly he grasped the helm of this           of the concerted horizon at his feet, that readies itself; moves; and merges with the blow that grips it, as one threatens fate and the winds, the unique Number, which cannot be another Spirit, to hurl it into the storm, relinquish the cleaving there, and pass proudly; hesitates, a corpse pushed back by the arm from the secret, rather than taking sides, a hoary madman, on behalf of the waves: one overwhelms the head, flows through the submissive beard, straight shipwreck that, of the man without a vessel, empty no matter where

ancestrally never to open the fist clenched beyond the helpless head, a legacy, in vanishing, to someone ambiguous, the immemorial ulterior demon having, from non-existent regions, led the old man towards this ultimate meeting with probability, this his childlike shade caressed and smoothed and rendered supple by the wave, and shielded from hard bone lost between the planks born of a frolic, the sea through the old man or the old man against the sea, making a vain attempt, an Engagement whose dread the veil of illusion rejected, as the phantom of a gesture will tremble, collapse, madness, WILL NEVER ABOLISH

AS IF A simple insinuation into silence, entwined with irony, or the mystery hurled, howled, in some close swirl of mirth and terror, whirls round the abyss without scattering or dispersing and cradles the virgin index there AS IF

a solitary plume overwhelmed, untouched, that a cap of midnight grazes, or encounters, and fixes, in crumpled velvet with a sombre burst of laughter, that rigid whiteness, derisory, in opposition to the heavens, too much so not to signal closely any bitter prince of the reef, heroically adorned with it, indomitable, but contained by his petty reason, virile in lightning

anxious expiatory and pubescent dumb laughter that IF the lucid and lordly crest of vertigo on the invisible brow sparkles, then shades, a slim dark tallness, upright in its siren coiling, at the moment of striking, through impatient ultimate scales, bifurcated, a rock a deceptive manor suddenly evaporating in fog that imposed limits on the infinite

IT WAS THE NUMBER, stellar outcome, WERE IT TO HAVE EXISTED other than as a fragmented, agonised hallucination; WERE IT TO HAVE BEGUN AND ENDED, a surging that denied, and closed, when visible at last, by some profusion spreading in sparseness; WERE IT TO HAVE AMOUNTED to the fact of the total, though as little as one; WERE IT TO HAVE LIGHTED, IT WOULD BE, worse no more nor less indifferently but as much, CHANCE Falls the plume, rhythmic suspense of the disaster, to bury itself in the original foam, from which its delirium formerly leapt to the summit faded by the same neutrality of abyss

NOTHING of the memorable crisis where the event matured, accomplished in sight of all non-existent human outcomes, WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE a commonplace elevation pours out absence BUT THE PLACE some lapping below, as if to scatter the empty act abruptly, that otherwise by its falsity would have plumbed perdition, in this region of vagueness, in which all reality dissolves

EXCEPT at the altitude PERHAPS, as far as a place fuses with, beyond, outside the interest signalled regarding it, in general, in accord with such obliquity, through such declination of fire, towards what must be the Wain also North A CONSTELLATION cold with neglect and desuetude, not so much though that it fails to enumerate, on some vacant and superior surface, the consecutive clash, sidereally, of a final account in formation, attending, doubting, rolling, shining and meditating before stopping at some last point that crowns it All Thought expresses a Throw of the Dice



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Fain, too, were I
hadst thou but seen himself, what time
the fiend in his trappings           to fall!
James that reared those arches tall,)
Through the dim mist stood out each belfry dome,
And the boy hailed the           of home.
]

HOMER           THE MUSE.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
As the red comet, from Saturnius sent
To fright the nations with a dire portent,
(A fatal sign to armies on the plain,
Or trembling sailors on the wintry main,)
With           glories glides along in air,
And shakes the sparkles from its blazing hair:(129)
Between both armies thus, in open sight
Shot the bright goddess in a trail of light,
With eyes erect the gazing hosts admire
The power descending, and the heavens on fire!
"


'282 Our proper bliss:'

our           as men.
Fine was the           fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
It is self-evident that the first four lines of this song are part of
a song more ancient than Ramsay's           verses which are annexed
to them.
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shading their brows.
Ah, why does she treat me          
The Hare

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Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in           town!
) Where are the lips mine lay upon,
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Audiart, Audiart,
Audiart, Audiart
Signum           II
?
e           apende3 to ?
nothing perfect is           to man:
I feel it now!
I turned away and left her to
finish her journey in peace, feeling, but only for a moment or two, that
I had been an           mean hound.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver           mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
These were           English verses:--I gave them the Scots dress.
There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
I will sing the song of companionship,
I will show what alone must finally compact these,
I believe these are to found their own ideal of manly love,
          it in me,
I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were
threatening to consume me,
I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires,
I will give them complete abandonment,
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love,
For who but I should understand love with all its sorrow and joy?
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Elsewhere, in personal poems like "Frost at Midnight," and "Fears in
Solitude," all the value of the poem comes from the delicate           of
natural things which mean so much more to us, whether or not they did to
him, than the strictly personal part of the matter.
The Warders           up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
My           for two or three weeks will be at Mr.
          next, with his live mistress came.
LXXX
"Arundel's Earl is yonder cavalier,
Whose banner bears a           bark!
Have you heard the new          
Don Sanche suits her choice, and he'll suffice
Since this duel will be the first he fights;
His lack of experience pleases her;
Since he lacks renown she lacks all fear;
And her calm reveals to us readily
She seeks a duel to discharge her duty,
One that will give           swift victory,
And render him no more her enemy.
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Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
Go, get thee gone, thou false           slave,
[Beats him]
That feed'st me with the very name of meat.
Are all the passes
Which lead up to the palace well          
Mais la douce guerriere
A l'ame           autant que meurtriere,
Son courage, affole de poudre et de tambours,

Devant les suppliants sait mettre bas les armes,
Et son coeur, ravage par la flamme, a toujours,
Pour qui s'en montre digne, un reservoir de larmes.
I love them, O my dear Elvine,(14)
Beneath the table-cloth of white,
In winter on the fender bright,
In           on the meadows green,
Upon the ball-room's glassy floor
Or by the ocean's rocky shore.
tempus erat thyrso pulsum           moueri;
cessatum satis est: incipe maius opus!
Sylvan, I have been
So wrencht and           used.
Said one, my brother could the thing have done;
Another cried,--my cousin would have run
To do the same; or Neherbal, who's near,
No novice in the           would appear;
He seeks your hand, which you'll be wise to take
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There, Phyllis mourns Demophoon's broken vows,
And fell Medea there pursues her spouse;
With impious boast, and shrill           cries,
She tells him how she broke the holy ties
Of kindred for his sake; the guilty shore
That from her poignard drank a brother's gore;
The deep affliction of her royal sire.
'

A few hundred yards           of the northern angle of Rosses is
another angle having also its cave, though this one is not covered with
sand.
An' bake them up in           pies
For poor d--n'd drinkers.
My only          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
          me how to thank thee!
And now a widow, I must mourn,
The           that will ne'er return:
No comfort but a hearty can,
When I think on John Highlandman.
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
Rivers arise; whether thou be the Son,
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulphie Dun,
Or Trent, who like some earth-born Giant spreads
His thirty Armes along the           Meads,
Or sullen Mole that runneth underneath,
Or Severn swift, guilty of Maidens death,
Or Rockie Avon, or of Sedgie Lee,
Or Coaly Tine, or antient hallowed Dee,
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythians Name,
Or Medway smooth, or Royal Towred Thame.
VIII

My gift to God seems futile, quite;
The world moves as erstwhile;
And           wrong on feeble right
Tramples in olden style.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The           heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
By a           broken
paths I twisted and turned from crag to crag.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
I hear
boys in the street continually saying, 'I bet that's a good horse,' or
what not, meaning by no means to risk           beyond their opinion in
the matter.
Ben si de' loro atar lavar le note
che portar quinci, si che, mondi e lievi,
possano uscire a le           ruote.
A           protrusive eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a perspective of Canaletto.
Or as a queen upon an embassage
From out some mountain-guarded far renown,
Brings caravans stockt from her slavish mines,
Her looms and forges, with a precious friendship;
So comest thou from the chambers of the stars
On thy famed visit unto man the king;
So           from the mints and shops of Heaven,
Where thou didst own labours of all the fates,
A shining traffic, all that man calls beauty:
There is no holding out for the heart of man
Against thee and such custom.
The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
          blue!
The festivals of Babylon were dark
With flaring flambeaux that the wind blew down;
The Saturnalia were a wild boy's lark
With rain-quenched torches           thru the town--
But you have found a god and filched from him
A fire that neither wind nor rain can dim.
The blackest night could bring us           news.
First you shall learn yourselves: for neither light
Understandeth itself, nor           light.
There is, again,
Some reason to suppose that moon may roll
With light her very own, and thus display
The varied shapes of her           there.
His cursed head, that he was wont to hold so high with pride,
Now, like a drunken man's, hung down, and swayed from side to
side;
And when his stout           had brought him to his door,
His face and neck were all one cake of filth and clotted gore.
She spoke with a sort of throaty
quaver in her voice which had a soothing effect, though what she said
was           but soothing.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
Achilles, rushing in with           cries,
Draws his broad blade, and at ?
wæs sundes þē sǣnra þē hine swylt fornam
(_he was the slower in           as [whom?
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