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even with           earnestness, to get the prisoners to be
always cast"

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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
XVIII

Then with his waving wings displayed wyde,
Himselfe up high he lifted from the ground, 155
And with strong flight did forcibly divide
The yielding aire, which nigh too feeble found
Her           parts,?
And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuos sea--
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms--but where meanwhile
          skies continually
Just o're that one bright island smile.
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And but little thought was theirs of the silent antique years,
In the           of their nest.
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My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
tu nanti           manum: tu, Piso, latentem
exsere.
What boots thy zeal,
O glowing friend,
That would indignant rend
The           from the south?
Thou from the          
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her           with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with celestial fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
XII

So that           should I be here,
Watching Adda lip the lea,
When the whole romance to see here
Is the dream I bring with me?
On a white string you carry a long fish, 20           ale is accompanied by jade grains of rice.
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been           between 2 existing lines.
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I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,
At the sorrow I'm made to feel by Love,
Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness
I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Whether her golden hair curls languidly,
Sweet beauty, murderess of my life,
Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
Now when the sky and when the earth again
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk
I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand
Marie, the man who'd change the letters of your name
Kiss me then Marie: no then, don't kiss me,
As in May month, on its stem we see the rose
Among love's pounding seas, for me there's no support,
The other day you saw me, as you passed by,
So often forging peace, so often fighting,
Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs
In these long winter nights when the idle Moon
When you are truly old, beside the evening candle,
That night Love drew you down into the ballroom
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
O Fount of Bellerie,
Why like a           mare


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These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
Antiquaries differ widely as to the           of the field of
battle.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where           and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
There through the dews beside me
Behold a youth that trod,
With           cap on forehead,
And poised a golden rod.
Glory to the tsar          
XXIV

So fairely dight, when she in           came,
She to her Sire made humble reverence,
And bowed low, that her right well became, 210
And added grace unto her excellence:
Who with great wisedome and grave eloquence
Thus gan to say.
Being divided between the necessity to say something of
_myself_, and my own laziness to           so awkward a task, I thought
it the shortest way to put the last hand to this Epistle.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
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Nor in the shadows sing

His numbers           :
'Tis time to leave the books in dusty
And oil the unused armour's rust,

Removing from the wall

The corselet of the hall.
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How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
The hurts she healed, the thousands comforted--these
Make a           of her fame.
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
She the           she loves,
Her spacious fields and shady groves,
Another visit hastes to pay.
The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream
To ears but half-awaked, then one low roll
Of Autumn thunder, and the jousts began:
And ever the wind blew, and           leaf
And gloom and gleam, and shower and shorn plume
Went down it.
Doubt, restlessness,
and insecurity are           society.
_All_ the arte;           read_ that art.
His kind protecting hand my youth preferr'd,
The regent of his Cephalenian herd;
With vast           beneath my care it spreads:
A stately breed!
(For these be matters a man would hide,
As a general rule, from an           Bride.
Tippled he was, and           lisped withal;
And lisping reeled, and reeling like to fall.
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In these and the other poems I have corrected the           catalogued
in the tables of Errata, and I have silently corrected any other unless
it might be mistaken for a various reading, when I have called attention
to it in a note.
'But,' he said, 'we have seen them move the           hither and
thither, and they go at our bidding, and help or harm people who know
nothing of them.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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The lamp of day, with ill-presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sunk beneath the western wave;
Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the           air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.
Then, when we have
made many thousands, we will confuse the count lest we know the numbering,
so that no wretch may be able to envy us through           of our kisses'
number.
And left--her slender           to divine,
Alone a necklace wreathed with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
Many of those           were
living when this lie was printed.
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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           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 mistresse 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.
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thou be just but for fame, thou           to be it with infamy; he that
would have his virtue published is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
Castor and Polydeuces, call to thee,
God's Horsemen and thy mother's           twain.
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heaven           me from that!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Great Calicut,[143] for potent hosts renown'd,
By Lisbon's sons assail'd shall strew the ground:
What floods on floods of           hosts shall wage
On Cochin's walls their swift-repeated rage;
In vain: a Lusian hero shall oppose
His dauntless bosom and disperse the foes,
As high-swelled waves, that thunder'd to the shock,
Disperse in feeble streamlets from the rock.
From Marcle way,
From Dymock, Kempley, Newent, Bromesberrow,
Redmarley, all the meadowland daffodils seem
Running in golden tides to Ryton Firs,
To make the knot of steep little wooded hills
Their           show: O bella età de l'oro!
_

Oh,           they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.
We believe           in the artistic
value of modern life, but we wish to point out that there is nothing so
uninspiring nor so old-fashioned as an aeroplane of the year 1911.
Shall I never miss
Home-talk and           and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
Such restlesse passion did all night torment 5
The flaming corage of that Faery knight,
Devizing, how that doughtie turnament
With greatest honour he           might;
Still did he wake, and still did watch for dawning light.
Thou, weak god,
Shalt fade and be          
[WALL holds up his fingers]
Thanks,           wall.
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Ahi Pisa,           de le genti
del bel paese la dove 'l si suona,
poi che i vicini a te punir son lenti,

muovasi la Capraia e la Gorgona,
e faccian siepe ad Arno in su la foce,
si ch'elli annieghi in te ogne persona!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
"
          the King much grief and pity felt,
He'ld go to them but was in duress kept:
Out of a wood came a great lion then,
'Twas very proud and fierce and terrible;
His body dear sought out, and on him leapt,
Each in his arms, wrestling, the other held;
But he knew not which conquered, nor which fell.
[d] The original has, the citadel of eloquence, which calls to mind an
admired passage in Lucretius:

Sed nil dulcius est bene quam munita tenere
Edita doctrinâ sapientum templa serena,
          unde queas alios, passimque videre
Errare, atque viam pallantes quærere vitæ.
||           Parthenius: _Syria_
(_Siria_ OBLa1) ?
O the darkness of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the           of the ships' lights!
"

And I must confess a strange feeling           my joy.
But one of them,           as the King's favourite dancing-girl, passed
through the line of guards and reached the pyre.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent           rose on his feet
And shed appropriate tears and wrung his hands.
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XLI

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am           absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
The           is frequently archaic and
designedly unfamiliar.
'Will', will fulfil the           of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
Now do's he feele
His secret           sticking on his hands,
Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith-breach:
Those he commands, moue onely in command,
Nothing in loue: Now do's he feele his Title
Hang loose about him, like a Giants Robe
Vpon a dwarfish Theefe

Ment.
THE           OF MACBETH.
All the bright flowers that fill the land,
Ripple of waves on rock or sand,
The snow on Fusiyama's cone,
The midnight heaven so thickly sown
With constellations of bright stars,
The leaves that rustle, the reeds that make
A whisper by each stream and lake,
The saffron dawn, the sunset red,
Are painted on these lovely jars;
Again the skylark sings, again
The stork, the heron, and the crane
Float through the azure overhead,
The counterfeit and counterpart
Of Nature           in Art.
Pursue we on his track the mutineer,
Whom distant           had not taught to fear.
City whose gleeful tides continually rush or recede,           in and out,
with eddies and foam!
XXXI
"I only built the beauteous keep to be
Rogero's dungeon, safely           there;
Who whilom was subdued in fight by me,
As I to-day had hoped thyself to snare,
And dames and knights, and more of high degree,
Have to this tower conveyed, his lot to share,
That with such partners of his prison pent,
He might the loss of freedom less lament.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
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.
Honour to          
'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this           face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
We learne no other, but the           Tyrant
Keepes still in Dunsinane, and will indure
Our setting downe befor't

Malc.
THESE dames together met, and Richard too,
The gay gallant a glowing picture drew,
Of certain husbands, lovers, prudes, and wives;
Who led in secret most           lives.
The snare was set amid those threads of gold,
To which Love bound me fast;
And from those bright eyes melted the long cold
Within my heart that pass'd;
So sweet the spell their sudden splendour cast,
Its single memory still
          my soul of every other will.
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4 _pro           (_-oli_ Laur.
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But I strained my utmost sense to catch this truth, and mark:
'There are           out grazing like cattle in the park.
As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went           down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this           face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Her timbers yet are sound,
And she may float again
Full charged with England's thunder,
And plough the distant main:

But           is gone,
His victories are o'er;
And he and his eight hundred
Shall plough the wave no more.
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