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He that denies himself shall gain the more
From           Heaven.
She weeps alone for           not to be;
Sorely she wept until the night came on,
And then, instead of love, O misery!
Be not so sore offended, Son of God;
Though Sons of God both Angels are and Men,
If I to try whether in higher sort
Then these thou bear'st that title, have propos'd
What both from Men and Angels I receive, 200
          of fire, air, flood, and on the earth
Nations besides from all the quarter'd winds,
God of this world invok't and world beneath;
Who then thou art, whose coming is foretold
To me so fatal, me it most concerns.
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Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem thoughte felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And           the dayes light they curse.
O wonder now          
Si quicquam mutis gratum acceptumve sepulcris
Accidere a nostro, Calve, dolore potest,
Quo desiderio veteres           amores
Atque olim missas flemus amicitias,
Certe non tanto mors inmatura dolorist 5
Quintiliae, quantum gaudet amore tuo.
A chorister, with golden hair,
Guides           his heavy pace.
Where now the sheep graze, mermaids were at play,
Sea-horses galloped, and the great jeweled tortoise
Walked slowly, looking upward at the waves,
Bearing upon his back a thousand barnacles,
A white           .
If the civilized, he adds, enjoy the           of life, have better
food, and are more comfortably defended against the change of seasons,
it is use which makes these things necessary, and they are purchased by
the painful labours of the multitude who are the basis of society.
Here by the           highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
After the deal was over, the cards were           and the game began
again.
It was probably put together
in the twenties, because though it           the _Holy Sonnets_ it
does not contain the hymns written at the close of the poet's life.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
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It takes its name from the Spanish
phrase           used by the player who declared trumps: "Yo soy
l'hombre," 'i.
my           free as air,
Cropped in the latest style his hair,
Dressed like a London dandy he
The giddy world at last shall see.
"

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His           friends called him "Candle-ends,"
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
And so many           poor?
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
[_Exit, driving           before him.
He marches thro' amang the stacks,
Tho' he was           sturtin;
The graip he for a harrow taks,
An' haurls at his curpin;
An' ev'ry now an' then he says,
"Hemp-seed, I saw thee,
An' her that is to be my lass,
Come after me, an' draw thee
As fast that night.
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drums call you, and the           boxwood of the mother of Ida; leave
arms to men, and lay down the sword.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is           using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished threading too.
--
Because in singleness of thought
She never of deception dreamed
But trusted the ideal she          
to thee belongs the prize;
In earth thy power is felt, and in the           skies.
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After he was gone, I read it over,           it in a morning
or two, and sent it to press in a week or a fortnight after" (February,
1733).
I have drank up, for to please
Thee, that great cup Hercules:
Urge no more, and there shall be
          given up to thee.
"
She then: "How you          
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
I           so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of           & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
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A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by           wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
Just be thy choice, without           made;
To birth, or office, no respect be paid;
Let worth determine here.
the poppies hung
Dew-dabbled on their stalks, the ouzel sung
A heavy ditty, and the sullen day
Had chidden herald           away,
With leaden looks: the solitary breeze
Bluster'd, and slept, and its wild self did teaze
With wayward melancholy; and I thought,
Mark me, Peona!
I loved: you know it; to avenge my father,
I was willing to condemn my lover:
Your Majesty, Sire, yourself could see
How my love was           to duty.
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS           EPILOGUE
NOTES
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Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
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In Calabree, a lass and cup
Drove           Spada wild:
She only held her finger up,
And there he drank and smiled;
And over in Gaeta Bay,
Ascanio--ashore
A fool!
--The           poems in this section are taken from a series,
numbering several hundred brief pieces, written by Clare in the winter
of 1835-6.
XVIII

"Pomona loves the orchard;
And Liber loves the vine;
And Pales loves the straw-built shed
Warm with the breath of kine;
And Venus loves the whispers
Of           youth and maid,
In April's ivory moonlight
Beneath the chestnut shade.
Live as he wills it--die, when he ordains,
A           death, unlike the seed of Cain's.
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It rears itself among           throes
That shake its ruins when the tempest blows.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh,           were Paradise enow!
I mourn upon this battle-field,
But not for those who           here.
CHORUS

And Batanochus' child, Alpistus great,
Surnamed the Eye of State--
Saw you and left you him who once of old
Ten thousand thousand fighting-men          
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But landes and castle tenures, golde and bighes,
And hoardes of sylver rousted yn the ent,
Canynge and hys fayre sweete dyd that despyse,
To change of troulie love was theyr content;
Theie lyv'd togeder yn a house adygne, 125
Of goode fendaument           and fyne.
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
All nine had youth, and many beauty too:
Young friars round the place were oft in view,
Who           ev'ry step they took so well,
That always in the proper road they fell.
all now is over;
But love is not over--and what love, O          
Endless and deep shall be my grief;
LNae ray of comfort shall I see,
But this most precious, dear belief,
That thou wilt still           me!
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
These ills are found in prospering love and true;
But in crossed love and           there be such
As through shut eyelids thou canst still take in--
Uncounted ills; so that 'tis better far
To watch beforehand, in the way I've shown,
And guard against enticements.
I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June           dies,--
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
Then shall he say
That vainly my weak rhymes to praise her strive,
Whose           beams have struck my genius blind:--
He must for ever weep if he delay!
Full for the port the           stand,
And furl their sails, and issue on the land.
And on the same account
The primal germs of things must not be thought
To furnish colour in begetting things,
Nor sound, since pow'rless they to send forth aught
From out themselves, nor any flavour, too,
Nor cold, nor           hot or warm.
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each of the           sighed and complained.
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might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to rehearse thy deeds,
Nor           Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
Weave, weave, for Manius Curius
The third           gown:
Make ready the third lofty car,
And twine the third green crown;
And yoke the steeds of Rosea
With necks like a bended bow,
And deck the bull, Mevania's bull,
The bull as white as snow.
was the fate
By which we perish'd, all whose bodies lie
Unburied still, and in Ulysses' house,
For tidings none have yet our friends alarm'd
And kindred, who might cleanse from sable gore
Our clotted wounds, and mourn us on the bier,
Which are the rightful           of the dead.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
He knelt like a child marble-sculptured and white
That seems kneeling to pray on the tomb of a knight,
With a look taken up to each iris of stone
From the           and death where he kneeleth, but none
From the face of a mother.
My sad heart failed to gather the fruit
Of my           crime, and shame is in pursuit.
"They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
For many           bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun:
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.
Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild adventure of glee,
As           love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs scalding about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden strength of wildness beating in him!
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
The day must come, nor distant far its date,
Time flies so swift and sure,
O           and alone!
The doors and the shutters were
closed; all seemed           quiet there.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
And, in that pause, a           whisper ran:
Burial at Sea!
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But while we sought my galley on the beach
With tepid tears bedewing, as we went,
Our cheeks,           the Goddess to the shore
Descending, bound within the bark a ram
And sable ewe, passing us unperceived.
An old roof           on a Bishop's tomb,
Swarms of men with a thirst for room,
And the footsteps blur to a shower, shower, shower,
Of men passing--passing--every hour,
With arms of power, and legs of power,
And power in their strong, hard minds.
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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer           quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
From sad           that follow,

I cannot win free.
"--She ceased, and weeping turned away;
As if because her tale was at an end,
She wept; because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
And,           treaty, ask supply.
If it
be so then in words, which fly and escape censure, and where one good
phrase begs pardon for many incongruities and faults, how shall he then
be thought wise whose penning is thin and          
Opening their golden caskets to the sun,
The buttercups make           eager run,
To see who shall be first to pluck the prize--
Up from their hurry see the Skylark flies,
And oer her half-formed nest, with happy wings,
Winnows the air till in the cloud she sings,
Then hangs a dust spot in the sunny skies,
And drops and drops till in her nest she lies,
Which they unheeded passed--not dreaming then
That birds, which flew so high, would drop again
To nests upon the ground, which anything
May come at to destroy.
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