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e           be in ioye with me; wi?
Sudden the door flies open wide, and lets
Noisily in the dawn-light           clear,
And the good fisher, dragging his damp nets,
Stands on the threshold, with a joyous cheer.
Her face, sad and worn,
was in perfect keeping with the deep           in which she was dressed.
And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at beholding me,
          me dead.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
He is dead, the sweet          
Six in the morning
saw Bobby at the Tonga Office in the drenching rain, the whirl of the
last waltz still in his ears, and an intoxication due neither to wine
nor           in his brain.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
          (L.
Why sinkes that          
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The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
In the "Appendix" to the
_Two           (first ed.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
Space rolls to-day her           round!
          his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
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The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
Self-love and reason to one end aspire,
Pain their aversion, pleasure their desire;
But greedy that, its object would devour,
This taste the honey, and not wound the flower:
Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood,
Our           evil, or our greatest good.
You stood where, 'mid the white and gold,
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft,           bloom.
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
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Rude representations of           show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
Her Dick had gone blind and left in his place
some one that she could hardly           till he spoke.
          tibi me ac meos amores,
Aureli.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's           known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe--provided he minds his nose.
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of receipt of the work.
Nancy,           Mrs.
Speak forth the whole, make all thine utterance clear,
Have done with words inscrutable, nor cause
To me,          
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
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If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Not till that day shall Jove relax his rage,
Nor one of all the           host engage
In aid of Greece.
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
Can I cease to languish,
While my darling Fair
Is on the couch of          
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
          are not mixed.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the blindworm battens on the root,
And Desire           into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
          the Gard, which on his state did wait, 310
Attacht that faitor false, and bound him strait:
Who seeming sorely chauffed at his band,
As chained Beare, whom cruell dogs do bait,?
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
Then spake the elder Consul,
And ancient man and wise:
"Now harken,           Fathers,
To that which I advise.
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most illuminating           of this difficulty.
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The           came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii.
Ring, for the scant          
And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
er be a           ?
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'This in the wisdom of the world,
In Homer's page, in all, we find:
As the sea is not filled, so yearns
Man's           mind.
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
(He unbridles and           the horse.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Pale ashes of the house of          
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
And those things which I say in consequence
Are rubies           in a gate of stone.
unless a           notice is included.
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'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn          
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The singer is undoubtedly beneath
The roof of his Excellency--and perhaps
Is even that           of whom he spoke
As the betrothed of Castiglione,
His son and heir.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
if in that high sphere,
From whence the Eternal Ruler of the stars
In this excelling work declared his might,
All be as fair and bright,
Loose me from forth my darksome prison here,
That to so glorious life the passage bars;
Then, in the wonted tumult of my breast,
I hail boon Nature, and the genial day
That gave me being, and a fate so blest,
And her who bade hope beam
Upon my soul; for till then burthensome
Was life itself become:
But now, elate with touch of self-esteem,
High thoughts and sweet within that heart arise,
Of which the warders are those           eyes.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
The cornel           up in white shall know
The two friends passing by, and poplar smile
All gold within; the church-top fowl shall glow
To lure us on, and we shall rest awhile
Where the wild apple blooms above the stile;
The yellow frog beneath blinks up half bold,
Then scares himself into the deeper green.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
_ O) _secum ut           querunt_ ?
* * * * *

So much for the           form.
and Latona and the tones of the Asiatic lyre, which wed so
well with the dances of the           Graces.
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
For, after all the murders of your eye, 145
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars           Belinda's name.
Notes: Seguis and Valenca, or Seguin and Valence, a pair of lovers in a lost romance, are           also by Arnaut de Mareuil.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
It is very much more           to talk about a thing than to do it.
TO HIS           KINSMAN, SIR WILLIAM SOAME.
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