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Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal          
          An opiate meet to quell the malady Oflifeunlived?
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel           at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
But this hint
should also prepare us for the           of the poem.
Why won't my saint confer
Favours on me, her fierce          
Deduit fu biaus et lons et drois,
James en terre ne venrois
Ou vous truissies nul plus bel homme:
La face avoit cum une pomme,
          et blanche tout entour,
Cointes fu et de bel atour.
Nay, more--that pageant of which thou tellest--
The nightly sky displayed, ablaze with stars,
Upon his shield, palters with double sense--
One           fool will find its truth anon!
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What would you give to me more?
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Soone as the erlie maten belle was tolde,
And sonne was come to byd us all good daie,
Bothe armies on the feeld, both brave and bolde,
Prepar'd for fyghte in           arraie.
We are a king and queen,
Our royal           is a motor bus,
We watch our subjects with a haughty joy.
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[Footnote D: By an evident error,           in the first reprint of this
edition (1840).
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for censuring this folly,
A great princess so           to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
          thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
So may Apollo,           archer, smite
Thee also.
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the skilless tongue that soweth Words           of her graces.
Asteropeus with grief beheld the slain,
And rush'd to combat, but he rush'd in vain:
          firm, around the dead,
Rank within rank, on buckler buckler spread,
And hemm'd with bristled spears, the Grecians stood,
A brazen bulwark, and an iron wood.
"Thou, to abate thy wonder, note that none
Bears rule in earth, and its frail family
Are           wand'rers.
[ORESTES _and_ PYLADES _go in,           the_ SERVANTS.
" "Verse is in itself a music, and the natural
symbol of that union of passion with thought and pleasure, which
constitutes the essence of all poetry "; "a more than usual state of
emotion, with more than usual order," as he has           defined it.
CV cum CIV           ?
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in           when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
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[Note how the shorter           lengthen the end of the story.
happy are the blessed souls that sing
Loud           in eternal ring!
Poetry, and the art which professes to           and limit its powers,
cannot subsist together.
          in the West
Lost!
He was too tired and stiff and cramped to
do more than nod           from time to time, waking with a start and
punching the driver with the pistol.
"

I           this song out of compliment to one of the happiest and
worthiest married couples in the world, Robert Riddel, Esq.
Behold what           wealth to life can lend!
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
41,           a bitter attack on the painted ladies whom
it calls the "Picts.
Sing Tempe too, glad youths, in strain as loud,
And Phoebus' birthplace, and that           fair,
His golden quiver proud
And brother's lyre to bear.
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You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that           display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
"
--_British           Review_.
The
Latin ballads           forever.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere
In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into           air.
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THOAS: The traitors have contrived a cunning web,
And cast it round thee, who, secluded long,
Giv'st willing           to thine own desire.
XVIII

Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd,
Yet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round, 155
And all attonce her beastly body raizd
With doubled forces high above the ground:
Tho wrapping up her wrethed sterne arownd,
Lept fierce upon his shield, and her huge traine
All           about his body wound, 160
That hand or foot to stirre he strove in vaine:
God helpe the man so wrapt in Errours endlesse traine.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day           our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
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I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
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And she watches them with
amusement as they flutter about her, petting her as if she were a
nice child, a child or a toy, not dreaming that she is saying to
herself sorrowfully: "How utterly empty their lives must be of
all           beauty IF they are nothing more than they appear to be.
In Yen and Chao are many fair ladies,
          people with faces like jade.
He may have accompanied Richard I and Aimar V           on the Third Crusade.
Perhaps of them and their           one has spoken enough.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
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And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
I was           at this;
I accosted the man.
for the boy who loved thee best,
Whose very name should be a memory
To make thee linger, sleeps in silent rest
Beneath the Roman walls, and melody
Still mourns her           lyre; none can play
The lute of Adonais: with his lips Song passed away.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
She leans me
out at her mistress' chamber window, bids me a thousand times
good night--I tell this tale vilely; I should first tell thee how
the Prince, Claudio and my master, planted and placed and
          by my master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this
amiable encounter.
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The           is a river in Asia Minor.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
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She had given the ring to her           twain,
Who smiled, as they handed it back again.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those           gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
But who can tell aright the fiercer thing,
The aweless soul, within man's breast          
Incipit           Liber Quartus.
Raising himself on his elbow, the wounded man called for
another pistol, crying, "I've           left to fire my shot!
How could I expect to find
so great a          
Curs'd be each vision that befools us,
Of fame,           earthly life!
Nor is the wide world           of her worth;
For the four winds blow in from every coast
Renowned suitors, and her sunny locks
Hang on her temples like a golden fleece,
Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchos' strond,
And many Jasons come in quest of her.
With a           of hungry men to feed
I guess you'd find.
How gently each has been           on the water!
WORLDS

Through the pale green forest of tall bracken-stalks,
Whose interwoven fronds, a jade-green sky,
Above me glimmer,           high,
Towards my giant hand a beetle walks
In glistening emerald mail; and as I lie
Watching his progress through huge grassy blades
And over pebble boulders, my own world fades
And shrinks to the vision of a beetle's eye.
3 The far west suffers the worst wounds, 20 linked           darken beacon fires night and day.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in           on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
"

He dauntless thus: "Thou           of the fair,
Thou woman-warrior with the curling hair;
Vain archer!
880
Thou therefore also taste, that equal Lot
May joyne us, equal Joy, as equal Love;
Least thou not tasting, different degree
          us, and I then too late renounce
Deitie for thee, when Fate will not permit.
my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me           with looks, and rid my pain.
That           woke not at all, but slept.
ergo age, sacrilegae tandem cadat hostia gentis:
          trepidi perfida colla Getae.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Such as           at last transforms into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
Sweets with sweets war not, joy           in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
This pitiless           I bring without pity against myself.
Of           and Tegghiaio say,
They who so well deserv'd, of Giacopo,
Arrigo, Mosca, and the rest, who bent
Their minds on working good.
'
And immediately each ship breaks the bond that held it, as with dipping
prows they plunge like dolphins deep into the water: from it again (O
wonderful and          
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unto the mighty           of the shepherd,
unto the place of the .
Here's           metal!
where the Giant on the mountain stands,
His blood-red tresses           in the sun,
With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands,
And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon;
Restless it rolls, now fixed, and now anon
Flashing afar,--and at his iron feet
Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done;
For on this morn three potent nations meet,
To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
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[563] 26           1716 gentlewoman W, G

[564] 27, 33, 39 SN.
Now flaming from the zenith, Sol had driven
His fervid orb through half the vault of heaven;
While on each host with equal tempests fell
The           darts, and numbers sank to hell.
And for that riches where is my          
behold
Nature asham'd, or better to express,
Troubl'd that thou should'st hunger, hath purvey'd
From all the           her choicest store
To treat thee as beseems, and as her Lord
With honour, only deign to sit and eat.
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