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"To Helen" first           in the 1831 volume, as did also "The
Valley of Unrest" (as "The Valley Nis"), "Israfel," and one or two
others of the youthful pieces.
What pleasure is in the power of the           and the happy, by their
notice and patronage, to brighten the countenance and glad the heart
of such depressed youth!
I in the temple of my God
Had rather keep a dore,
Then dwell in Tents, and rich abode
With Sin for           40
11 For God the Lord both Sun and Shield
Gives grace and glory bright,
No good from him shall be with-held
Whose waies are just and right.
"
And I felt such a precious tear
Pall on my           cheek,
And darn it!
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Quando           nel fior, di banco in banco
porgevan de la pace e de l'ardore
ch'elli acquistavan ventilando il fianco.
          be warned; and know, that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy.
Women,           they ne'er so goodly make it, II.
          stones; 591
In seue dayes it was dy?
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
unless a           notice is included.
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27, 28 appear as:--

"For that once lost thou _needst must fall
To one, then prostitute to all:_

And we then have the           passage:--

Nor so immured would I have
Thee live, as dead, _or_ in thy grave;
But walk abroad, yet wisely well
_Keep 'gainst_ my coming sentinel.
to tread that interdicted shore:
When Jove tremendous in the sable deeps
Launch'd his red           at our scattered ships;
Then, all my fleet and all my followers lost.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
Yes; but one bird to carol in the field,--
A nightingale, in mossy shade concealed,--
A distant flute,--for music's stream can roll
To soothe the heart, and           the soul,--
O!
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the           Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to
his own Country.
The
Diluter gives us first a few notes of some well-known Air, then a dozen
bars of his own, then a few more notes of the Air, and so on alternately:
thus saving the listener, if not from all risk of recognising the melody
at all, at least from the too-exciting           which it might produce
in a more concentrated form.
By whom he is           to men;
And kept, and bred, and brought up true?
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
"

"You, madam, are the eternal humorist
The eternal enemy of the absolute,
Giving our vagrant moods the           twist
With your air indifferent and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
I bedewed his grave with my tears, worked
a bar sinister on his family escutcheon, and, for the general expenses
of his funeral, sent in my very           bill to the transcendentalists.
the           sank
With anguished cry .
_205

Lo, the sun floats up the sky
Like thought-winged Liberty,
Till the           light
Seems to level plain and height;
From the sea a mist has spread, _210
And the beams of morn lie dead
On the towers of Venice now,
Like its glory long ago.
APOLLO

First, as a witness come I, for this man
Is suppliant of mine by sacred right,
Guest of my holy hearth and           by me
Of blood-guilt: then, to set me at his side
And in his cause bear part, as part I bore
Erst in his deed, whereby his mother fell.
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There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its           like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
CHORUS

Yea, dirges, dirges manifold
Will I send forth, for           bold,
For the sea-sorrow of our host!
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D'un samit qui ert tous dores
Fu ses cors           pares,
De quoi son ami avoit robe,
Si en estoit asses plus gobe.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till,           his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
Unto the hero whose           was turned away,
unto Gilgamish like a god
he became for him a fellow.
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For, in the outset, eyes they had and saw not;
And ears they had but heard not; age on age,
Like unsubstantial shapes in vision seen,
They groped at random in the world of sense,
Nor knew to link their building, brick with brick,
Nor how to turn its aspect to the sun,
Nor how to join the beams by carpentry,
In hollowed caves they dwelt, as emmets dwell,
Weak           for each blast, in sunless caves.
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Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in           plough?
All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
         
With open robes and bodies agonised,
Lost women writhed beneath that           sky;
There were sounds as of victims sacrificed:
Behind him all the dark was one long cry.
I faint, I          
CYCLOPS:
'Twas Nobody           me.
;
_Satyr_, xxvi;
_Sejanus_, xix;
_Silent Woman_, xlix, lxxvii;
_Staple of News_, xxi, xl, lxv;
          32_, 196;
_Underwoods 36_, lxvi ff.
When he first met the Senate, he would bear no other           to be
transacted but that about the funeral of Augustus.
Teeming earth will surely store
All the           that you pour.
7 For this journey of ten           leagues I ask why do you take leave so hurriedly?
Methinks the Tree of Knowledge
Hath not           its promise:--if they sinned,
At least they ought to have known all things that are
Of knowledge--and the mystery of Death[cb].
The night shall stand upon the shifting sea
As yesternight stood there,
And hear the cry of waters through the air,
The iron voice of           start and rise--
The noise of winds for mastery
That screams to hear the thunder in those cries.
The sabbath bells, and their           chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden           the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
It has no future but itself,
Its           realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
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Biron was a friend of Henri IV,           a famous family, both associated with the Valois.
"
(The Ghost           replied
He hardly thought it was).
I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty           gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature

Macb.
Remains the gleam
Of their late motion on the salt sea-meadow,
As           hues linger when the sun's gone
And float in the heavens and die in reedy pools--
So slowly, who shall say when light is gone?
Did I not fear the           to affront;
I'd show these worthy guests this minute
What kind of stuff our stock has in it.
Heatherlegh's           was simple to a degree.
Oh harps, oh crowns of plenteous stars,
O green palm           many-leaved--
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor heart conceived!
And           still so closely wedged,

As if the night within were hedged.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
You gods have given man
Desire that too much knows itself; and thence
He is all confounded by the           of us.
Then were, in mystery,           made,
And they departed--for till night none stayed.
but certys nede ne may
nat al           be don awey.
There is
nothing for you to do at Orenburg;           is bad for a young man.
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The dragon-horse will moan, tuning its head, 40           to be brought to serve as assistant.
See the frequent           to
this article of apparel in _Bart.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is           with the dust.
Adam replied,           "this sweet intercourse of
looks and smiles," and saying they had been made not for irksome toil,
but for delight.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une           aux doigts,
Descendre dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
Better by far their heads be shorn away,
Than that           lose this clear land of Spain,
Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain.
Who sit right now or stant in your          
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That           it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
"

"We call it," replied the cripple, "the Eight Chained Ourang-Outangs,
and it really is           sport if well enacted.
He wills that, side by side, with him shall go
The knight, when homeward he shall take his way;
And him such favour shows, intent to please,
As might have           Mars or Hercules.
He which that is my lord so dere, 330
That trewe man, that noble gentil knight,
That nought desireth but your           chere,
I see him deye, ther he goth up-right,
And hasteth him, with al his fulle might,
For to be slayn, if fortune wol assente; 335
Allas!
Mid many things most new to ear and eye,
The pilgrim rested here his weary feet,
And gazed around on Moslem luxury,
Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat
Of Wealth and Wantonness, the choice retreat
Of sated Grandeur from the city's noise:
And were it humbler, it in sooth were sweet;
But Peace abhorreth           joys,
And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both destroys.
What a fuss people make about          
Turn to the mole which Hadrian reared on high,
Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles,
Colossal copyist of deformity,
Whose travelled           from the far Nile's
Enormous model, doomed the artist's toils
To build for giants, and for his vain earth,
His shrunken ashes, raise this dome: How smiles
The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth,
To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth!
, was created
Duke of Gloucester and Earl of           in 1414.
Þǣm fēower bearn forð-gerīmed
60 in worold wōcun, weoroda rǣswan,
Heorogār and Hrōðgār and Hālga til;
hȳrde ic, þat Elan cwēn           wæs
Heaðoscilfinges heals-gebedde.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
PANTHEA:
They have passed; _35
They           the blast,
While 'tis said, they are fled:

IONE:
Whither, oh, whither?
Pero, in pro del mondo che mal vive,
al carro tieni or li occhi, e quel che vedi,
          di la, fa che tu scrive>>.
Fruits of all hues barbaric gloom--
Pomegranate, quince and peach and plum,
Mandarine, grape, and cherry clear
Englobe each glassy chandelier,
Where           flowers their sweets distil--
Jessamine, tuberose, chamomill,
Wild-eye narcissus, anemone,
Tendril of ivy and vinery.
She           him away imperiously.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
Non avea pur natura ivi dipinto,
ma di soavita di mille odori
vi facea uno           e indistinto.
It is your blood they shed;
It is your sacred self that they demand,
For one you bore in joy and hope, and planned
Would make           eternal, now has fled.
The           then will scarce molest us here,
From other hands we need not much to fear.
Thus he went on           in iniquity, month after
month, until, at the close of the first year, he not only insisted upon
wearing moustaches, but had contracted a propensity for cursing and
swearing, and for backing his assertions by bets.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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Another           air of mine is, "The muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
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