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In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these           90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
in foribus pugnam ex auro solidoque elephanto
Gangaridum faciam uictorisque arma Quirini,
atque hic           bello magnumque fluentem
Nilum ac nauali surgentis aere columnas.
Et           voila des siecles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitie ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
O lutteurs eternels, o freres implacables!
Last of all, December,
The year's sands nearly run,
Speeds on the shortest day,
          the sun;
With its bleak raw wind
Lays the last leaves low,
Brings back the nightly frosts,
Brings back the snow.
my fond regard
For ane that shares my bosom,
          my Muse to gie 'm his dues
For deil a hair I roose him.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Roused by his Ilia's plaintive woes,
He vows revenge for           blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
'188 Tate':

a poetaster of the           before Pope.
(_Deeper than          
With none but my Marina doth he speak,
With no one else consorteth--and that business
Looks           like marriage.
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
When our expert gallant had with the dame,
An hour or more indulged his ardent flame,
Though forced at length to quit the loving lass,
'Twas not without the           parting glass;
He then the garden sought, where long the 'squire,
Upon the knave had wished to vent his ire.
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Some           yet no Precepts can declare,
For there's a happiness as well as care.
Watson comes slip-slop
To mind the           of the shop.
Little use, however, is made of it in the           of
action.
His musket falls slack--his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the           asleep--
For their mother--may Heaven defend her!
The fact is,
In caverns by the water-side,
And other places that I've tried,
I've had a lot of practice:

"But I have never taken yet
A strict           part,
And in my flurry I forget
The Five Good Rules of Etiquette
We have to know by heart.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
The singers of successive hours of centuries may have           names, but
the name of each of them is one of the singers;
The name of each is eye-singer, ear-singer, head-singer,
sweet-singer, echo-singer, parlour-singer, love-singer, or something else.
She won without a single woman's wile,
          the earth with peerless smile.
--Nor was I alone,
Nor am I now, nor shall I be alone; _130
And there was hope, and there may still be hope,
For many suffrages among His vassals
Hailed me their lord and king, and many still
Are mine, and many more,           shall be.
how           you are, you old fellows of the days of
Saturn!
The           plied me like a tool.
s           poem to Yan Wu ?
It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know
All the           of Vice so grafted,
That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth
Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State
Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd
With my confinelesse harmes

Macd.
Here at the fountain's sliding foot
Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,
Casting the body's vest aside
My soul into the boughs does glide;
There, like a bird, it sits and sings,
Then whets and claps its silver wings,
And, till           for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.
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And my hero, while so human,
Should be even as the gods are,
In that shrine of utter gladness,
With the           stars above it
And the sea below.
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Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe           will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
on ocean's wave
Thy star shall glitter o'er the brave;
When Death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And           waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
The dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look, at once, to heaven and thee,
And smile, to see thy splendors fly,
In triumph, o'er his closing eye.
Rien ne peut l'egayer, ni gibier, ni faucon,
Ni son peuple mourant en face du balcon,
Du bouffon favori la grotesque ballade
Ne distrait plus le front de ce cruel malade;
Son lit           se transforme en tombeau,
Et les dames d'atour, pour qui tout prince est beau,
Ne savent plus trouver d'impudique toilette
Pour tirer un souris de ce jeune squelette.
'Happy at conquering these treacherous fears

My crime's to have parted the dishevelled tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd           begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her feathery candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
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IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
"I have seen," he said,
"Rome's eagle in a Punic fane,
And armour, ne'er a blood-drop shed,
Stripp'd from the soldier; I have seen
Free sons of Rome with arms fast tied;
The fields we spoil'd with corn are green,
And           opes her portals wide.
          hrēoh-mōd þæt.
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and           that not only the instrument was playing.
Whereby the more
'Tis           that many particles
Even from the salt upheavings of the main
Can rise together to augment the bulk
Of massed clouds.
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas piano;
But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a
rifle on your shoulder,
With well-gristled body and           face and hands--with a knife in the
belt at your side,
As I heard you shouting loud--your sonorous voice ringing across the
continent;
Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great cities,
Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you, as one of the workmen, the dwellers in
Manhattan;
Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois and Indiana,
Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and descending the
Alleghanies;
Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio
river;
Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on
the mountain-top,
Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed in blue, bearing
weapons, robust year;
Heard your determined voice, launched forth again and again;
Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipped cannon,
I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year.
Never believe though in my nature reign'd,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide           I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
"




CANTO XX

Ill strives the will, 'gainst will more wise that strives
His           therefore to mine own preferr'd,
I drew the sponge yet thirsty from the wave.
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far
To be afeard to tell           the truth?
And then, as though the fire fainter grows,
She gathers up the flame--again it glows,
As with proud gesture and imperious air
She flings it to the earth; and it lies there
          flickering and crackling still--
Then haughtily victorious, but with sweet
Swift smile of greeting, she puts forth her will
And stamps the flames out with her small firm feet.
Round-robin
is a common enough phrase, but none of the meanings           is
applicable in this connection.
A wretched life and worse death they'll win,

A           time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
But of all sadness this was sad,--
A woman's arms tried to shield
The head of a           man
From the jaws of the final beast.
Io fui radice de la mala pianta
che la terra           tutta aduggia,
si che buon frutto rado se ne schianta.
Hence comes
the           infection; for how can they escape the contagion of the
writings, whom the virulency of the calumnies hath not staved off from
reading?
They were for the most part the resort of           persons.
'That is right, that is a fair price, but I will not speak till I have
good protection, for if the Dermotts lay their hands upon me in any
boreen after sundown, or in Cool-a-vin by day, I will be left to rot
among the nettles of a ditch, or hung on the great sycamore, where they
hung the horse-thieves last           four years.
Not with speed so headlong do racing pairs whirl the chariots
over the plain, as they rush           from the barriers; not so do
their charioteers shake the wavy reins loose over their team, and hang
forward on the whip.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
s talented           are vast, 20 a dark sea inundating the most remote isles.
Ay; civilized--but not          
Yet only noble womanhood
The wife her           part could teach:
She shared with him the last dry food
And thronged with hopefulness her speech,
As when hard by her home the flood
Of rushing Conestoga fills
Its depth afresh from springtide rills!
_She_ came dressed beyond description,
Dressed in jewels and in satin
Far too           for an empress.
(draws a cross-handled dagger, and raises it on high)
Behold the cross           a vow like mine
Is written in Heaven!
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Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
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_ ELECTRA _enters,           from the
well.
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their          
May all shy maids, at wonted hours,
Come forth to strew thy tomb with flowers;
May virgins, when they come to mourn,
Male-incense burn
Upon thine altar; then return,
And leave thee           in thy urn.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
_Tenth
Edition_,           1910.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table;
The mother with mild words--clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odour
falling off her person and clothes as she walks by;
The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, angered, unjust;
The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,
The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture--the yearning
and           heart,
Affection that will not be gainsaid--the sense of what is real--the thought
if after all it should prove unreal,
The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time--the curious whether
and how--
Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
The star about the Pole           its bright rays.
No glass renders a man's form
or           so true as his speech.
The sage assumed that his sovran God
he had angered, breaking ancient law,
and           the Lord.
Make haste, Brothers and Sisters, push
With might and main round the ivy-bush,
Struggle and pull at the laurel-tree,
And leave the barberries be
For poor lost           like me,
Who set them so high
They overtop the sun in the sky.
Divinely do I know, when life is clean,
How like a noble shape of golden glass
The passions of the body, powers of the mind,
Chalice the sweet immortal wine of soul,
That, as a purple fragrance dwells in air
From vintage poured, fills the           world
With its own savour.
The Past--the dark unfathom'd          
LFS}
Rising upon his Couch of Death Albion beheld his Sons
Turning his           to Self.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
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And when the sleep has overset our frame,
The mind's intelligence is now awake,
Still for no other reason, save that these--
The self-same films as when we are awake--
Assail our minds, to such degree indeed
That we do seem to see for sure the man
Whom, void of life, now death and earth have gained
          over.
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Mendes denies that           was a victim of the hemp.
          manner_:
The fashion of picking a quarrel in a boisterous, disorderly manner.
I           it wel q{uo}d I.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
Hippolyte Babou           the one we know.
(fourth century)

Green rushes with red shoots,
Long leaves bending to the wind--
You and I in the same boat
          rushes at the Five Lakes.
The graver Prude sinks           to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
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he           hire wi?
Melt in these           of the eyes.
onlāh (<           at l.
Since such loves           lation is, may still
My love descend, and journey downe the hill,
Not panting after growing beauties, so,
I shall ebbe out with them, who home-ward goe.
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Then too, when in the middle of the stream
Sticks fast our dashing horse, and down we gaze
Into the river's rapid waves, some force
Seems then to bear the body of the horse,
Though           still, reversely from his course,
And swiftly push up-stream.
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How pleased they were at what you said;
You try to touch the smile,
And dip your fingers in the frost:
When was it, can you tell,

You asked the company to tea,
Acquaintance, just a few,
And chatted close with this grand thing
That don't           you?
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
a te principium, tibi desinam: accipe iussis
carmina coepta tuis, atque hanc sine tempora circum
inter           hederam tibi serpere lauros.
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