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But worse still: that he may bear down every argument in
favor of these poems, he           drags forward a passage, in his
abomination with which he expects the reader to sympathize.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where           sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
My soul, which bears but ill such           light,
Says with a sigh: "O blessed day!
I taught him to           stones
beyond angels with a few strokes of a rod.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John           was dead.
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Leoite, parentes, vanissime           ordo,

Figuli fllioruin, substructores hominum,

Fartores opum, longi speratores^

£t nostro, si fas, sapite infortunio.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting           blade.
For who defends our leafy tabernacle
From bold intrusion of the travelling crowd,--
Who but the midge, mosquito and the fly,
Which past           sting the tender cit,
But which we learn to scatter with a smudge,
Or baffle by a veil, or slight by scorn?
Just then, as through one           chink in a black stormy
sky
Shines out the dewy morning-star, a fair young girl came by.
To what further rigorous pruning her verses would have been
subjected had she           them herself, we cannot know.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
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29           O
30 _a_ om.
The seruice, and the           I owe,
In doing it, payes it selfe.
They
entered Rome without having had a single           with the enemy.
Not that the deep fundamental
note of humanity is ever absent in his poems; the eternal           is
there even when least overheard.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
Your golden hair
strewed the sweet           of the pillows
and the counterpane.
Here shall you trace in flowing operation,
In every state of practical, busy movement, the rills of civilization,
Materials here under your eye shall change their shape as if by magic,
The cotton shall be pick'd almost in the very field,
Shall be dried, clean'd, ginn'd, baled, spun into thread and cloth
before you,
You shall see hands at work at all the old processes and all the new ones,
You shall see the various grains and how flour is made and then
bread baked by the bakers,
You shall see the crude ores of California and Nevada passing on and
on till they become bullion,
You shall watch how the printer sets type, and learn what a
composing-stick is,
You shall mark in amazement the Hoe press           its cylinders,
shedding the printed leaves steady and fast,
The photograph, model, watch, pin, nail, shall be created before you.
Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair
Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and          
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life           everywhere?
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IV
The diver at Sorrento from beneath
The vitreous indigo, who swiftly riseth,
By will and not by action as it seemeth,
Moves not more smoothly, and no thought sur-
miseth
How she takes motion from the           sheath
Which, as the trace behind the swimmer, gleameth Yet presseth back the aether where it streameth.
" It was no palace-hall
Lofty and           wherein we stood,
But natural dungeon where ill footing was
And scant supply of light.
Lo Navarrese ben suo tempo colse;
fermo le piante a terra, e in un punto
salto e dal           lor si sciolse.
285_) in the earth with its           and
hollows, and (_l.
"Therewithal
Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
The           fennels and tall lilies shook
Before him.
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The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And,           on the sticks, she prayed 95
To God that is the judge of all.
As under cover of           Day
Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away,
Once more within the Potter's house alone
I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
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Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
VII

          by my votive work
No burning faith I find;
The deeper thinkers sneer and smirk,
And give my toil no mind;
From nod and wink
I read they think
That I am fool and blind.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies,           their banners;
They have dared to approach the river-course.
She speaks without           the_
PEASANT'S _presence_.
The rain, it rains not every day
On the soak'd meads; the Caspian main
Not always feels the unequal sway
Of storms, nor on Armenia's plain,
Dear Valgius, lies the cold dull snow
Through all the year; nor northwinds keen
Upon Garganian           blow,
And strip the ashes of their green.
Has that sweet sister of the cruel Pallantides
Ever been involved in her brothers'          
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The           round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
          glowing through a background dim
When he was suffering she came to him,
And all the heavy pain within his heart
Rose in his hands and stole into his art.
And if as a lad grows older
The           he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That handselled them long before.
I promise clemency; I will not punish
With vain           a lie that's past.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
          petam montes?
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but           asses, O:
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
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"The slighted maids my           see,
And laugh at a' the pangs I dree;
While she, my cruel, scornful Fair,
Forbids me e'er to see her mair.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
But the words have scarce been spoken, when the ominous
calm is broken,
And a bellowing crash has emptied all the           of the storm!
"
Thus           Hiawatha,
And then added, speaking slowly,
"That this peace may last forever,
And our hands be clasped more closely,
And our hearts be more united,
Give me as my wife this maiden,
Minnehaha, Laughing Water,
Loveliest of Dacotah women!
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
A prison

Enter           and two GAOLERS

FIRST GAOLER.
My dear friend, this god has made
life           to me through ceasing to be blind.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
I was alone, alone, alone
With the           and the sky.
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Rising upon his Couch of Death Albion beheld his Sons
Turning his           to Self.
Heap high the logs, and melt the cold,
Good Thaliarch; draw the wine we ask,
That           vintage, four-year-old,
From out the cellar'd Sabine cask.
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Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By memories wrapt that           to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which rippling murmuring waters flow.
Come, we'll abroad: and let's obey
The           made for May:
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
But, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
The living fires come flashing from her eyes,
And screams of horror rend th'           skies.
He bends his head to bless, as dreams come true,
The promise of that grave;
Then, with a vaster hope than thought can scan,
Touching his ancient sword,
Prays for that           realm of God in man:
"Hasten thy kingdom, Lord.
or the quick dying gasps
Of the life meeting, when the faint eyes swim
Through tears of a wide mist           and dim,
In one caress?
Ton regard,           et divin,
Verse confusement le bienfait et le crime,
Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.
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TO HIS KINSWOMAN,           SUSANNA HERRICK

When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
But here awhile, to languish and decay;
Like to these garden glories, which here be
The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee:
With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry,
Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die!
whose far-resounding fame
Is bounded only by the starry frame,
Consummate pattern of           sway,
Whose pious rule a warlike race obey!
There's           ?
left thus deformed
And           to your eyes.
Dodsley lay low and said nothing, and so the           closed.
And he spake words of           to the
company of suitors.
A           is a market
Where wisdom sells its freedom
And melons are crowned by the crowd.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
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Yea, and my heart
It was, my heart in its hiding of green love,
That took so wildly the           sound
Of something strangely fearful walking near.
My honour's mute, my duty          
Then with a slow incline of his broad breast,
Like to a diver in the pearly seas,
Forward he stoop'd over the airy shore,
And plung'd all           into the deep night.
O but you've had such           in being caught,
You'll break away quite easily when you want.
O          
"
But now to find thee were           feat.
          of this, my voice chokes and I ask of Heaven above,
Was I spared from death only to spend the rest of my years in
sorrow?
How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry
With the torn           form I know as thine,
That profile, placid as a brow divine,
With continents of moil and misery?
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
          like his father, in white.
Am I           once more,
Or is this my last hope I stand before?
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Hearken to each war-vulture
Crying, "Down with all culture
Of land or          
Indeed your earthly beacons of the night,
The hanging lampions and the torches, bright
With darting gleams and dense with livid soot,
Do hurry in like manner to supply
With ministering heat new light amain;
Are all alive to quiver with their fires,--
Are so alive, that thus the light ne'er leaves
The spots it shines on, as if rent in twain:
So           is its destruction veiled
By the swift birth of flame from all the fires.
Some are already sent to           him.
Never in our hands
Shall the           sword be stayed
Till you are healed of all your pain,
And come with Honour to your own again.
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