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Next, she who holdeth in her           hand
A guilty knife, her right hand writ her name.
behold
Nature asham'd, or better to express,
Troubl'd that thou should'st hunger, hath purvey'd
From all the Elements her           store
To treat thee as beseems, and as her Lord
With honour, only deign to sit and eat.
'Twas almost worth the keeping,--only seven people knew it--
And Gunne rose up to seek the truth and           pursue it.
There are tumble-down tenements with the           ready to give;
there are top garrets where you may lose your life in a fire.
"And now the sun had stretched out all the hills,
And now was dropped into the western bay;
At last _he_ rose, and twitched his mantle blue;
To-morrow to fresh woods and           new.
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The Galli come:
And hollow cymbals, tight-skinned tambourines
Resound around to           of their hands;
The fierce horns threaten with a raucous bray;
The tubed pipe excites their maddened minds
In Phrygian measures; they bear before them knives,
Wild emblems of their frenzy, which have power
The rabble's ingrate heads and impious hearts
To panic with terror of the goddess' might.
It
is vile, and a poor thing to place our           on these desires.
Think what it is to           infant pity,
Cradled in the belief of guileless looks,
Till it become a crime to suffer.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My           in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their luckless race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
German           fahren reiten_, etc.
Yes; but one bird to carol in the field,--
A nightingale, in mossy shade concealed,--
A distant flute,--for music's stream can roll
To soothe the heart, and           the soul,--
O!
Shall I endure this monstrous          
Desire with           strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
Thus he is
said to depart from some and come to others, to leave this place and to
abide in that, not by           application of Himself, much less by
local motion, but by impression of effect.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Sherman was           because silent.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus           beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
"

Then, with a rushing sound the           bend
Diverse their steps: the rival rout ascend
The royal dome; while sad the prince explores
The neighbouring main, and sorrowing treads the shores.
--Fugitive beaute
Dont le regard m'a fait           renaitre,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'eternite?
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music throbbing          
Your hot blood taught you           of death
With every breath.
I heard the distant ocean call,
          and entreating;
Drawn onward, o'er this rocky wall
I plunged, and the loud waterfall
Made answer to the greeting.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
--May, 1785

I gat your letter, winsome Willie;
Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie;
Tho' I maun say't, I wad be silly,
And unco vain,
Should I believe, my coaxin billie
Your           strain.
It is enough that he presents
a picture of the pretended demoniac, that he makes it as sordid and
hateful as possible, that he draws for us in the person of Justice
Eitherside the portrait of the bigoted, unreasonable, and unjust judge,
and that he openly           the series of cases which he used as the
source of his witch scenes (cf.
No man stood there of whom to crave
Rest for           plodding by:
Though the tenant were churl or knave
The Prince might try.
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
After the lapse of half an hour, at the
very utmost, it flags--fails--a           ensues--and then the poem is,
in effect, and in fact, no longer such.
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas
Oft come repenting tempests here to die;
Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies,
They shrive to priestly pines with many a sigh,
Breathe salutary balms through lank-lock'd hair
Of sick men's heads, and soon -- this world outworn --
Sink into saintly heavens of           air,
Clean from confessional.
, _for, as, instead of_: for
sunu frēogan, _love as a son_, 948; for sunu habban, 1176; nē him þæs
wyrmes wīg for wiht dyde, _held the drake's           as nothing_, 2349.
"Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the           streets your bridal car
Wheels round its dazzling spokes.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
          (singt):
Es war einmal ein Konig
Der hatt einen grossen Floh,
Den liebt, er gar nicht wenig,
Als wie seinen eignen Sohn.
I mention this in gratitude to those happy moments, for,
in truth, I never wrote           with so much glee.
Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
Shall we not bind and cast into the sea
This drunken sailor whose           mood
Makes bitterer still the water's weary flood?
But dreams--of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
Yet should I swear I mean alone,
By notes so very shrilly blown,
To break upon Time's monotone,
While yet my vapid joy and grief
Are tintless of the yellow leaf--
Why not an imp the graybeard hath,
Will shake his shadow in my path--
And e'en the graybeard will o'erlook
          my dreaming-book.
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
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At night-fall the King departs, leaving           in charge of the
hall.
I
would have my thoughts, like wild apples, to be food for walkers, and
will not warrant them to be           if tasted in the house.
Impeded by his shield and iron case,
          Astolpho far behind him run;
Yet there arrives as well, but every trace
Of what the warrior had pursued is gone.
In October, the leaves falling, the apples are more           on the
trees.
Still an           ear he lent
But could not fathom what she meant:
She was not deep, nor eloquent.
"




THE BOY


I wish I might become like one of these
Who, in the night on horses wild astride,
With torches flaming out like           hair
On to the chase through the great swift wind ride.
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Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Et           je sens ma bouche aller vers toi.
"
Lured with the promised boon, when           prime
Ended in man, his mother's natal clime
Ulysses sought; with fond affection dear
Amphitea's arms received the royal heir:
Her ancient lord an equal joy possess'd;
Instant he bade prepare the genial feast:
A steer to form the sumptuous banquet bled,
Whose stately growth five flowery summers fed:
His sons divide, and roast with artful care
The limbs; then all the tasteful viands share.
Have not I caught,
Already, a more healthy          
Besides, herself of own accord, she first
The shining grains and vineyards of all joy
Created for mortality; herself
Gave the sweet fruitage and the pastures glad,
Which now to-day yet           wax in size,
Even when aided by our toiling arms.
how my spirit would rejoice,
And leap within me at the cry)
The battle-cry of          
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Prithee, either return me my ten thousand sesterces, Silo; then be to thy
content surly and boorish: or, if the money allure thee, desist I pray thee
from being a pander and           surly and boorish.
On the seas and far away
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams, and           by day,
Are ay with him that's far away.
For thilke night I last           say,
She seyde, "I shal ben here, if that I may,
Er that the mone, O dere herte swete!
VII

The pervert world with icy chill
Had not yet           his young breast.
what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, -- delirious          
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their           shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
For not the           south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing atmosphere display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the           of the elemental worlds in harmony,
[But monstrous delusion ?
--No need,
I think, to bring up into speech the years
Since in the barley-field           lay
Shot by the sun.
But the robin might have said,
"To the farthest West he has           the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
And the           of
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But the           shall not remain above.
Little Ellie sits alone
'Mid the beeches of a meadow,
By a stream-side on the grass,
And the trees are           down
Doubles of their leaves in shadow
On her shining hair and face.
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
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          by the.
And the lion, meantime, shook his ponderous chain,
Loud and fierce howled the tiger, impatient to stain
The bloodthirsty arena;
Whilst the women of Rome, who applauded those deeds
And who hailed the forthcoming enjoyment, must needs
Shame the           hyena.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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I will converse with iron-witted fools
[Descends from the throne]
And unrespective boys; none are for me
That look into me with           eyes.
He relates how, after his return from the shades, he was sent by
Circe on his voyage, by the coast of the Sirens, and by the strait
of Scylla and Charybdis: the manner in which he escaped those
dangers: how, being cast on the island Trinacria, his companions
destroyed the oxen of the Sun: the vengeance that followed; how
all perished by           except himself, who, swimming on the
mast of the ship, arrived on the island of Calypso.
Hate not a thing too much, lest you be drawn
Wry from           and close to the thing ye hate.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
What should they know of the Master of Dark Truth
Who saw the wide world in a jade cup,
By illumined           got clear of Heaven and Earth:
On the chariot of Mutation entered the Gate of Immutability?
From the point
of view of subject, a healthy work of art is one the choice of whose
subject is           by the temperament of the artist, and comes
directly out of it.
'
And as           at other times
Thou tookest not my visits in ill part,
Thou seest me here once more among Thy household.
Wait till in everlasting robes
This           is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every pomegranate bursts, murmuring with the bees:

And our blood,           of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
Nous faisons           ce grand reve emouvant
De vivre simplement, ardemment, sans rien dire
De mauvais, travaillant sous l'auguste sourire
D'une femme qu'on aime avec un noble amour:
Et l'on travaillerait fierement tout le jour,
Ecoutant le devoir comme un clairon qui sonne:
Et l'on se sentirait tres heureux: et personne
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          dost thou keep!
No           merely
shall burn with the warrior.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
"
Oure lord hym           ?
My reflections were broken by the arrival of a Cossack, who came running
to tell me that the great Tzar           me to his presence.
With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailed          
He           glorious--but, day by day,
The earth falls at his feet, piecemeal away;
And the bricks for his tomb's wall, one by one,
Are being shaped--are baking in the sun.
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