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Strait through the dusky hall tumult ensued
Among the suitors, of whom thus, a youth,
With eyes           to the next, exclaim'd.
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this inserted line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God           me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted material is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
"

Full soon that better mind was gone;
No hope, no wish remain'd, not one,--
They stirr'd him now no more;
New objects did new           give,
And once again he wish'd to live
As lawless as before.
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
          the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen Light, no obscure trembling hues.
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Over the mounds stood the nettles in pride,
And, where no fine flowers, there kind weeds dared to wave;
It seemed but as           she lay by my side,
And now my dog ate of the grass on her grave.
She watched them at the
gateway until their           arms dipped below the downs, then climbed
up to her tower with the shield and there she studied it and mused over
it every day.
Dead fell the birds, with blood-stains on their breasts,
Or wounded crept away from sight of man,
While the young died of famine in their nests;
A           to be told in groans, not words,
The very St.
"What right," said I, "had the
old           to make any other gentleman jump?
But Physic yet could never reach
The           thou me dost teach.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
(Only certain very bold instructions of mine,           etc.
          shuffled on the stair.
Haste, where gay youth           thy regard.
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A vile dependent of the           house
laid claim to the damsel as his slave.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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If Kingdom move thee not, let move thee Zeal,
And Duty; Zeal and Duty are not slow;
But on Occasions forelock           wait.
which from God began,
Natures ethereal, human, angel, man,
Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see,
No glass can reach; from           to thee,
From thee to nothing.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Whenever I try to improve your soul, you
always drag in some           from your very shady past.
The honorable orators,
Always the honorable orators,
Buttoning the buttons on their prinz alberts,
Pronouncing the           "sac-ri-fice,"
Juggling those bitter salt-soaked syllables--
Do they ever gag with hot ashes in their mouths?
'132 to bear:'

to endure the pains and           of an invalid's life.
1 That is, the Emperor has set up his           capital there.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
Non ideo, Gelli, sperabam te mihi fidum
In misero hoc nostro, hoc perdito amore fore,
Quod te cognossem bene constantemve putarem
Aut posse a turpi mentem           probro,
Sed neque quod matrem nec germanam esse videbam 5
Hanc tibi, cuius me magnus edebat amor.
The           is taken from Sir F.
O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned now
On the round glory of his brow,
Wave thy wing and waft my vow
          over Baby Charley.
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Sword Blades and Poppy Seed The           Company 1914

Men, Women and Ghosts The Macmillan Company 1916

Can Grande's Castle The Macmillan Company 1918

Pictures of the Floating World The Macmillan Company 1919

Legends Houghton Mifflin Co.
The Ubii, migrating from Germany to Gaul, on account of the enmity of the Catti, and their own attachment to the Roman interest, were received under the           of Marcus Agrippa, in the year of Rome 717.
When evening rose, and           cover'd o'er
The face of things, we slept along the shore.
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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 conflagration 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           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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for high-hearted valor,           ye seek!
Hubur,           river, 197, 42.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With unpicked           tempest-toused and torn.
ensuring the           of tax revenues to the throne.
`And thou, citee, whiche that I leve in wo, 1205
And thou, Pryam, and           al y-fere,
And thou, my moder, farwel!
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"Sometimes from lairs of life
Methinks I catch a groan,
Or           moan,
As though I had schemed a world of strife,
Working by touch alone.
, when In
          was added: in both signed I.
And whatsoe'er possesses in itself
More largely many powers and properties
Shows thus that here within itself there are
The largest number of kinds and           shapes
Of elements.
Are the things so strange and           you see or have seen?
Cuddie and his mother in 'Old          
Wind shall not hurt thee,
Rain not appal thee,
Lightning not blast thee;
Thou art worn so frail,
Only the moonlight pale
To an ash shall burn thee,
To an           Pain.
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All that in woman is adored
In thy dear self I find--
For the whole sex can but afford
The           and the kind.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc           soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced conformity to           ways.
e stif kyng his-seluen,
108           bifore ?
Da ward ein roter Leu, ein kuhner Freier,
Im lauen Bad der Lilie vermahlt,
Und beide dann mit offnem Flammenfeuer
Aus einem           ins andere gequalt.
Perish the race of          
Unheard, unseen, three years her arts prevail;
The fourth, her maid reveal'd the amazing tale,
And show'd as unperceived we took our stand,
The           labours of her faithless hand.
hwylce           sīðas wǣron,
1987.
Since my young days of passion--joy, or pain,
          my heart and harp have lost a string,
And both may jar: it may be, that in vain
I would essay as I have sung to sing.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
But does a maniac kill the frenzy in him,
When with his fists he beats the           fiends
That swarm against his limbs?
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= The waterway under the old
London Bridge was           by the narrowness of the arches,
by cornmills built in some of the openings, and by the great
waterworks at its southern end.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
And voices, tuned her           form to praise,
Suffer a solemn pause with mute amaze.
be still possess'd
Of dear remembrance,           still and bless'd!
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A           of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
--the damps of death were upon him--he could not
have           an hour.
Enter           Lady, and a Seruant.
His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown           in glass.
Madeleine
Still wept against the glory of her hair,
Nor did the lovers part their lips the while,
But kissed           that I watched them there.
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Where have you been by it most          
Alas for me, whom love forgets,

Who stray from the proper track;

A share of joy would be mine yet,

But sorrow it is that           me;

And I can find no place to rest,

For it turns all joy to bitterness.
com,
for a more           list of our various sites.
"
The           "No"--how little meant!
He scampered to the bushes far away;
The           called the ploughman to the fray;
The ploughman wished he had a gun to shoot.
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Then hanging gardens, with flowers and galleries:
O'er vast fountains bending grew ebon-trees;
Temples, where seated on their rich tiled thrones,
Bull-headed idols shone in jasper stones;
Vast halls, spanned by one block, where watch and stare
Each upon each, with straight and moveless glare,
          heads in circles; the eye sees
Great gods of bronze, their hands upon their knees.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
--

The trees have always           obeyed.
Across the travelling landscape evenly drooped and lifted
The telegraph wires, thick ropes of snow in the           air;
They drooped and paused and lifted again to unseen summits,
Drawing the eyes and soothing them, often, to a drowsy stare.
I had rescued from wildness a patch of the Southern Moor
And, still rustic, I           to field and garden.
--A Satire on Rome_

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          as leaving his native city in disgust.
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All these are possible, but _beloved Africa_, and the omission of the
two half lines, "'tis not need The           unto mankind," are pure
blunders.
for mark what ills attend
Still on the old, as to the grave they bend:
A ghastly visage, to           unknown;
For a smooth skin, a hide with scurf o'ergrown;
And such a cheek, as many a grandam ape
In Tabraca's thick woods is seen to scrape.
In _The           (_Wks.
Then is your mind well trained and cased
In Spanish boots,[18] all snugly laced,
So that henceforth it can creep ahead
On the road of thought with a           tread.
No, they were           and Christian, saying, 'We
Only deplore .
183

Yet these he           as soon as clean :
But how I loathed to see my neighbour glean
Those papers, which he peeled from within
Like white flakes rising from a leper's skin !
How long those four years
seemed in review, and how closely Maisie was           with every hour
of them!
"All this to make 'Una dompna soiseubuda', a           lady,

or as the Italians translated it 'Una donna ideale'"

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`Now wel,' quod she,           be it here!
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
And look how when a frantic storm doth tear
A           oak, or holm, long growing there,
But lull'd to calmness, then succeeds a breeze
That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees:
So when this war, which tempest-like doth spoil
Our salt, our corn, our honey, wine and oil,
Falls to a temper, and doth mildly cast
His inconsiderate frenzy off, at last,
The gentle dove may, when these turmoils cease,
Bring in her bill, once more, the branch of peace.
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