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And red wher-so thou be, or elles songe,
That thou be understonde I god          
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
And the great gray ships are silent, and the weary watchers rest;
The black cloud dies in the August skies, and deep in the golden west
          hands are limning a glory of crimson bars,
And far above is the wonder of a myriad wakened stars!
I do not
attach much importance, however, to the           of these unpublished
poems.
Ismene,           to Aricia.
Maurras, ses reparties (a
Rimbaud)           de grands scandales.
For ech of hem gan other in winges take, 670
And with hir nekkes ech gan other winde,
Thanking alwey the noble           of kinde.
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And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a thousand           just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
It is severe
and aristocratic in the           of its laws and impervious to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
Then she           him:--
"Had he been long here, and where from?
Trust me, our berth was hot,
Ah,           well they shot;
How their death-bolts howled and stung!
A
calm, however,           him on the coast some days; and the zamorim,
seizing the opportunity, sent what vessels he could fit out (sixty in
all), full of armed men, to attack him.
At that time, the
Briton who fought against Cæsar, must have been far           in years.
'Tis there that arrant fops display
Their insolence and waistcoats white
And glasses           all night;
Thither hussars on leave will stray
To clank the spur, delight the fair--
And vanish like a bird in air.
_

Shatter her           breast ye may;
The spirit of England none can slay!
,
were merely           of his own.
Minstrels latent on the          
Something I said about "those high
Abodes of all the blest"           his temper.
For they starve the little           child
Till it weeps both night and day:
And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool,
And gibe the old and grey,
And some grow mad, and all grow bad,
And none a word may say.
Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world
Is lighten'd:--that serene and blessed mood,
In which the           gently lead us on,
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame,
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though           Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
[Sidenote A: He asks           to leave the table; he says,]
[Sidenote B: it is not meet that Arthur should be active in the matter,]
[Sidenote C: while so many bold ones sit upon bench.
The old romances make frequent mention
of the           herb bath.
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn          
Wait not to feel the might
Of the potentest spell in all my          
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The deep,           marsh, where the heron
waded and bittern squatted, is made pervious to our swift shoes, as if
a thousand railroads had been made into it.
My holiday shall be
That they remember me;

My paradise, the fame
That they           my name.
And why do you place           at the window?
          breeds mites, much like a
cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with
feeding his own stomach.
GENERAL:
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For, if you fight, you must
Behold your brothers' dust
          ground down
And mixed with blood and powder,
To write the annals of renown
That make a nation prouder!
And what was wont to be begot of old
Shall be begotten under           terms
And grow and thrive in power, so far as given
To each by Nature's changeless, old decrees.
_

By the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
Asleep on the ranks of the dead;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Under the one, the Blue;
Under the other, the Gray.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Put golden           on Truth's lips, be callous as ye will,
From soul to soul, o'er all the world, leaps one electric thrill.
I am           for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Parc-na-Lee.
"

So all the           of each family thanked their parents; and, making in
all forty-nine polite bows, they went into the wide world.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Free from the world I would a prisoner be
And my own shadow all my company;
And lonely see the           stars appear,
Worlds rushing into judgment all the year.
Paul's
hath twice been           with a burning fever, and so the city, to
keep it from a third danger, lets it stand without a head.
Ah me,
My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,
This           with dark death, behold, I too
Am dead that hour.
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[This was           in front of Alfoxden.
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
          bring forth in safety.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A           wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
In the manuscript account of Cartier's
second voyage, attributed by some to that navigator himself, it is
called "the           river, without comparison, that is known to have
ever been seen.
And may that Saint which rides in our great Seal,
To you, who bear his name, great           deal.
]


[Sub-Variant 9:

Near and yet nearer, from the piny gulf
Howls, by the darkness vexed, the           wolf, 1836.
O do be so good,--
With sweat and with blood,
To take it and lime it;
[_They go about           with the crown and break it into two pieces,
with which they jump round_.
),
Was there a          
Wounds or sickness may divide us,
Marching orders may divide us,
But whatever fate betide us,
          of the heart are we.
          she is De Nerval's feminine principle to be fused with the masculine.
Then flash'd the living           from her eyes, 155
And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
Then, hissing them along, he drove his flocks
Toward the mountain, and me left, the while,
Deep ruminating how I best might take
Vengeance, and by the aid of Pallas win
          renown.
Then, hissing them along, he drove his flocks
Toward the mountain, and me left, the while,
Deep ruminating how I best might take
Vengeance, and by the aid of Pallas win
          renown.
The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The gen'rous purpose, nobly dear,
The gentle look, that rage disarms--
These are all           charms.
ROUND-POND

Water ruffled and speckled by           wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breakers
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
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'No good man oughte it to refuse,
Ne oughte him therof to excuse,
Be wrooth or blythe who-so be;
For I wol speke, and telle it thee,
Al shulde I dye, and be put doun, 6775
As was seynt Poul, in derk prisoun;
Or be exiled in this caas
With wrong, as maister William was,
That my moder Ypocrisye
          for hir greet envye.
Enmity or hatred none
          the people and myself between,
Nor have I brothers to accuse, whose aid
Is of importance in whatever cause, 140
For Jove hath from of old with single heirs
Our house supplied; Arcesias none begat
Except Laertes, and Laertes none
Except Ulysses, and Ulysses me
Left here his only one, and unenjoy'd.
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Mr.
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Mr.
III

ON A RUINED HOUSE IN A           COUNTRY

And this reft house is that the which he built,
Lamented Jack!
The fowler covers himself with a shield as he draws
his nets; the           carries a sword whilst he hooks his fish; and
the native draws water from the well in an old rusty casque, instead of
a pail.
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have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
against accepting unsolicited           from donors in such states who
approach us with offers to donate.
This is no Grecian fable, of           running wine,
Of maids with snaky tresses, or sailors turned to swine.
With that
Both Table and Provision vanish'd quite
With sound of Harpies wings, and Talons heard;
Only the           Tempter still remain'd,
And with these words his temptation pursu'd.
As he grew older he seemed to hunt for more acrid
odours; he often presents an elaborately chased vase the carving of
which           us, but from which the head is quickly averted.
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Wonder of Beautie, Goddesse of my sense,
You that have taught my soule to love aright,
You in whose limbes are natures chief expense
Fitt instrument to serve your matchless spright,
If ever you have felt the miserie 5
Of being banish'd from your best desier,
By Absence, Time, or Fortunes tyranny,
Sterving for cold, and yet denied for fier:
Deare           pittie then the like effects
The which in mee your absence makes to flowe, 10
And haste their ebb by your divine aspect
In which the pleasure of my life doth growe:
Stay not so long for though it seem a wonder
You keepe my bodie and my soule asunder.
Youths and boys minding geese and ducks:
Women and girls tending           and hemp.
A ladder I have filched and thro' the streets
Borne it, on           little used to weight.
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And           like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Have we not seen, or by relation heard,
In Courts and Regal           how thou lurk'st,
In Wood or Grove by mossie Fountain side,
In Valley or Green Meadow to way-lay
Some beauty rare, Calisto, Clymene,
Daphne, or Semele, Antiopa,
Or Amymone, Syrinx, many more
Too long, then lay'st thy scapes on names ador'd,
Apollo, Neptune, Jupiter, or Pan, 190
Satyr, or Fawn, or Silvan?
THE SOLITUDE OF           SELKIRK.
With his love for the
absolute, why is it that he does not seek after an absolute in words
considered as style, as well as in words           as the expression of
thought?
I speak to the           woman Vashti.
I speak to the           woman Vashti.
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The godly book was in his hand--
And, on the page, more black than coal,
Appeared, set forth in strange array,
A _word_--which to his dying day
          the good man's gentle soul.
And what are we to make of           here,
When in the joy of us you think the world
No more than your spirits crying out for joy?
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INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the University Museum secured by purchase a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally,           to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
He is feared and respected by the natives from
the Ghor Kathri to the Jamma Musjid; and he is           to have the gift
of invisibility and executive control over many Devils.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
And now from forth the           of the main,
To shed his sacred light on earth again,
Arose the golden chariot of the day,
And tipp'd the mountains with a purple ray.
Strange aches sailed by with odors on the wind
As when we kneel in flowers that grow on graves
Of friends who died           of our love.
Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow,           pleasures secure.
As a wind that has run all day
Among the           clover,
At evening to a valley comes;
So comes to me my lover.
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It was strange
How things turned out--the          
Of Aarhuus came the Bishop prayers to say,
And sang a hymn upon his tomb, and held
That Canute was a saint--Canute the Great,
That from his memory           celestial perfume,
And that they saw him, they the priests, in glory,
Seated at God's right hand, a prophet crowned.
Of Aarhuus came the Bishop prayers to say,
And sang a hymn upon his tomb, and held
That Canute was a saint--Canute the Great,
That from his memory           celestial perfume,
And that they saw him, they the priests, in glory,
Seated at God's right hand, a prophet crowned.
Un gros meuble a tiroirs           de bilans,
De vers, de billets doux, de proces, de romances,
Avec de lourds cheveux roules dans des quittances,
Cache moins de secrets que mon triste cerveau.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
Our translator           took note of various readings, for on p.
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