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The Hippopotamus

The big-bellied hippopotamus

Inhabits the jungles of Java,

Where in the depths of each lair, cuss

More           than haunt the dreamer.
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I went on to the balcony and caught up a little flower-pot, and when the
man           in the door-way beneath I let fall my engine of war
perpendicularly upon the edge of his pack, so that it was upset by the
shock and all his poor walking fortune broken to bits.
That is to say, he does not care so much
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alluded with levity to a line in Milton: a charge than which
none could be more painful to him, except perhaps that of
having           his Bible.
'Twas even--the dewy fields were green,
On every blade the pearls hang,
The zephyr wanton'd round the bean,
And bore its fragrant sweets alang:
In ev'ry glen the mavis sang,
All nature           seem'd the while,
Except where greenwood echoes rang
Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle!
"

_John Helston_




THE FALLEN SUBALTERN


The           float above, the bayonets glisten;
We bear our fallen friend without a sound;
Below the waiting legions lie and listen
To us, who march upon their burial-ground.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
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Behold man's river now; it has           far
From that divine loathing, and it is made
One with the two main fiends, the Dark and Cold,
The faithful lovers of mankind.
Into this and other literary           I do not enter here, as I
have nothing to add to Sir F.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
The remaining thirty odd I have
included in many cases because the previous           were full of
mistakes; in others, because the works in which they appeared are no
longer procurable.
No: by the           powers of heaven I swear,
His blood in vengeance smokes upon my spear.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Philoe,
Whose conduct was scroobious and wily;
He rushed up a Palm when the weather was calm,
And           all the ruins of Philoe.
_

HE EXCUSES HIMSELF FOR           LAURA TOO OFTEN, AND LOVING HER TOO
MUCH.
and
with Chambers and the later editions,           'for hearing him' with
what follows.
The _shamir_, made by God on the sixth morn,
No longer than a grain of barley corn
But           than the bull of Bashan and so hard
It cuts through diamonds.
On a day the frost will come, 5
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the           in the grass.
One stain,
From dim           on the twain
Lighting, hath sapped your hearts as sand.
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the           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.
(places her hand on his shoulder) what art thou          
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Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o'er the very same;
          no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
Parce que vous fouillez le ventre de la Femme
Vous craignez d'elle encore une convulsion
Qui crie, asphyxiant votre nichee infame
Sur sa poitrine, en une           pression.
--I have seen them all
In the sun's eye swoon like one           heart--
Though it be late let us with speed depart
To catch at least one last ray ere it fall!
8 _deinde mi//// altera da//// secunda centum_ G, et sic R, nisi
quod _da_ post inlatum uidetur: _deinde mille altera deinde
secunda centum_ Oh2
10           ?
'Lie there; sleep awhile in your own dew,
Ye faint-eyed           of the .
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the _Alcestis_ was           as the fourth play of a series; that is,
it took the place of a Satyr-play.
that the wind which bloweth cold or heat
Would shatter and o'erbear the brazen beat
Of their broad vans, and in the solitude
Of middle space confound them, and blow back
Their wild cries down their cavernthroats, and slake
With points of           hail their heated eyne!
The merciless try,

With sharp tongues, poison to distil,

I fear them not, though Galicia's lord, men say,

They forced to sin, whom we may blame it seems

For capturing, on a pilgrimage fair,

The count's son Raymond, and in intent

King           wins little true merit yet

If he'll not free nor return him ever.
4 The Qiang were a Tibetan people who           the region.
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And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
But you will take           to my boon.
(Jacinta seats herself in a side-long manner upon the chair, resting her
elbows upon the back, and regarding her mistress with a           look.
300

But Willyam, who had seen hys           great,
And feered muche how farre his bronde might goe,
Tooke a strong arblaster, and bigge with fate
From twangynge iron sente the fleetynge floe.
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XXXIX

The third had of their wardrobe custodie,
In which were not rich tyres, nor           gay,
The plumes of pride, and wings of vanitie, 345
But clothes meet to keepe keene could away,
And naked nature seemely to aray;
With which bare wretched wights he dayly clad,
The images of God in earthly clay;
And if that no spare cloths to give he had, 350
His owne coate he would cut, and it distribute glad.
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where strives in mutuall grace
The cunning pencill, and the comely face:
A taske which thy faire goodnesse made too much
For the bold pride of vulgar pens to touch; 20
Enough is us to praise them that praise thee,
And say, that but enough those prayses bee,
Which hadst thou liv'd, had hid their           head
From th'angry checkings of thy modest red:
Death barres reward and shame: when envy's gone, 25
And gaine, 'tis safe to give the dead their owne.
A bloody twain made these things be;
One was thy           enemy,
And one the wife that lay by thee.
I have           many friends and a good
many books: I have lost my health and many friends; I have spent some
time at Venice.
Then by slow degrees
The sword of iron succeeded, and the shape
Of brazen sickle into scorn was turned:
With iron to cleave the soil of earth they 'gan,
And the           of uncertain war
Were rendered equal.
Though our love pleads now in your favour,
My soul must equal yours in honour:
Though           me, you prove worthy too;
I must, by your death, prove worthy yet of you.
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a           so courageous, gracious and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too contrary to custom.
Cupid sagaciously led past those           so fine.
They are not of our race, they seem to say,
And yet have knowledge of our moral race,
And somewhat of           sympathy,
Something of pity for the puny clay,
That holds and boasts the immeasurable mind.
my picture rare
Found beneath antique rubbish heap,
My great and           oak chair
I will from you no longer keep.
I am much flattered by your           of my _Tam o' Shanter_, which
you express in your former letter; though, by the bye, you load me in
that said letter with accusations heavy and many; to all which I
plead, _not guilty_!
These poems had an enormous influence on all subsequent poetry, and many
of the           _cliches_ of Chinese verse are taken from them.
) hewn,
This fieldlet,           as thy glances fall,
And my lord's cottage with his pauper garth
Protect, repelling thieves' rapacious hands.
And when wind and winter harden
All the           land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.
When, at high Noon, the blazing sky
          in his head each haggard eye,
Then keenest rose his weary cry.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
{17a} Finn's           spirit
bode not in breast.
TO BLANCHE By John Hall Wheelock
What is this memory, this homesickness, That draws me to           resistlessly
As to some far place where I long to be—
This exile's hungering for loveliness?
"

Butler's "Analogy" was           in 1736; of the "Essay on Man," the
first two Epistles appeared in 1732, the Third Epistle in 1733, the
Fourth in 1734, and the closing Universal Hymn in 1738.
What can           do
In the nightly dew?
Homeward she steals through many a           maze
Which he shall seek in vain.
Fair was thy blush, the fairest and first of the blushes of          
1613), and a satisfactory account is given by
Wright in his           and Magic_.
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O dark           speech,
Ill tidings dost thou teach
Ever, to mortals here below!
Lush trees led me on as I went, joined mountains           appeared to my gaze.
_
With the           din and the dreadful falling in--
Shrieks of doing and undoing!
For in the world, familiar now, appears
No snare to tempt; so rare a light and true
Shines e'en from heaven my secret           through,
Of lost time and loved sin the glass it rears.
QUIA MULTUM AMAVI


DEAR Heart, I think the young impassioned priest
When first he takes from out the hidden shrine
His God imprisoned in the Eucharist,
And eats the bread, and drinks the           wine,

Feels not such awful wonder as I felt
When first my smitten eyes beat full on thee,
And all night long before thy feet I knelt
Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry.
The times have           changed
Since thou and I had talk beneath a tree,
Albeit ye are not gods yet.
)
Filthy with fulsomest lust ever be doomed to the death,
Make I no manner of doubt but first thy tongue to the worthy
Ever a foe, cut out,           Vulture shall feed;
Gulp shall the Crow's black gorge those eye-balls dug from their sockets,
5
Guts of thee go to the dogs, all that remains to the wolves.
Then pocketed bracelets and chains and rings
As if they were           or some such things,
With no more thanks, (the greedy-guts!
          dost thou start?
It seem'd he flew, the way so easy was; 70
And like a new-born spirit did he pass
Through the green evening quiet in the sun,
O'er many a heath, through many a woodland dun,
Through buried paths, where sleepy           dreams
The summer time away.
And in these problems, shrink, my Memmius, far
From           faith to that notorious talk:
That all things inward to the centre press;
And thus the nature of the world stands firm
With never blows from outward, nor can be
Nowhere disparted--since all height and depth
Have always inward to the centre pressed
(If thou art ready to believe that aught
Itself can rest upon itself ); or that
The ponderous bodies which be under earth
Do all press upwards and do come to rest
Upon the earth, in some way upside down,
Like to those images of things we see
At present through the waters.
I see a form, I see a face,
Ye weel may wi' the fairest place:
It wants, to me, the           grace,
The kind love that's in her e'e.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant
Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan
Et du fleuve prochain a grand'voix triomphales
Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales
Attys Attys Attys charmant et debraille
C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raille
Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique
La foret fuit au loin comme une armee antique
Dont les lances o pins s'agitent au tournant
Les villages eteints meditent maintenant
Comme les vierges les vieillards et les poetes
Et ne s'eveilleront au pas de nul venant
Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypaetes


LUL DE FALTENIN

A Louis de Gonzague Frick

Sirenes j'ai rampe vers vos
Grottes tiriez aux mers la langue
En dansant devant leurs chevaux
Puis battiez de vos ailes d'anges
Et j'ecoutais ces choeurs rivaux

Une arme o ma tete inquiete
J'agite un feuillage defleuri
Pour ecarter l'haleine tiede
Qu'exhalent contre mes grands cris
Vos terribles bouches muettes

Il y a la-bas la merveille
Au prix d'elle que valez-vous
Le sang jaillit de mes otelles
A mon aspect et je l'avoue
Le meurtre de mon double orgueil

Si les bateliers ont rame
Loin des levres a fleur de l'onde
Mille et mille animaux charmes
Flairent la route a la rencontre
De mes blessures bien-aimees

Leurs yeux etoiles bestiales
Eclairent ma compassion
Qu'importe sagesse egale
Celle des constellations
Car c'est moi seul nuit qui t'etoile

Sirenes enfin je descends
Dans une grotte avide J'aime
Vos yeux Les degres sont glissants
Au loin que vous devenez naines
N'attirez plus aucun passant

Dans l'attentive et bien-apprise
J'ai vu           nos forets
Mer le soleil se gargarise
Ou les matelots desiraient
Que vergues et mats reverdissent

Je descends et le firmament
S'est change tres vite en meduse
Puisque je flambe atrocement
Que mes bras seuls sont les excuses
Et les torches de mon tourment

Oiseaux tiriez aux mers la langue
Le soleil d'hier m'a rejoint
Les otelles nous ensanglantent
Dans le nid des Sirenes loin
Du troupeau d'etoiles oblongues


LA TZIGANE

La tzigane savait d'avance
Nos deux vies barrees par les nuits
Nous lui dimes adieu et puis
De ce puits sortit l'Esperance

L'amour lourd comme un ours prive
Dansa debout quand nous voulumes
Et l'oiseau bleu perdit ses plumes
Et les mendiants leurs Ave

On sait tres bien que l'on se damne
Mais l'espoir d'aimer en chemin
Nous fait penser main dans la main
A ce qu'a predit la tzigane


L'ERMITE

A Felix Feneon

Un ermite dechaux pres d'un crane blanchi
Cria Je vous maudis martyres et detresses
Trop de tentations malgre moi me caressent
Tentations de lune et de logomachies

Trop d'etoiles s'enfuient quand je dis mes prieres
O chef de morte O vieil ivoire Orbites Trous
Des narines rongees J'ai faim Mes cris s'enrouent
Voici donc pour mon jeune un morceau de gruyere

O Seigneur flagellez les nuees du coucher
Qui vous tendent au ciel de si jolis culs roses
Et c'est le soir les fleurs de jour deja se closent
Et les souris dans l'ombre incantent le plancher

Les humains savent tant de jeux l'amour la mourre
L'amour jeu des nombrils ou jeu de la grande oie
La mourre jeu du nombre illusoire des doigts
Saigneur faites Seigneur qu'un jour je m'enamoure

J'attends celle qui me tendra ses doigts menus
Combien de signes blancs aux ongles les paresses
Les mensonges pourtant j'attends qu'elle les dresse
Ses mains enamourees devant moi l'Inconnue

Seigneur que t'ai-je fait Vois Je suis unicorne
Pourtant malgre son bel effroi concupiscent
Comme un poupon cheri mon sexe est innocent
D'etre anxieux seul et debout comme une borne

Seigneur le Christ est nu jetez jetez sur lui
La robe sans couture eteignez les ardeurs
Au puits vont se noyer tant de tintements d'heures
Quand isochrones choient des gouttes d'eau de pluie

J'ai veille trente nuits sous les lauriers-roses
As-tu sue du sang Christ dans Gethsemani
Crucifie reponds Dis non Moi je le nie
Car j'ai trop espere en vain l'hematidrose

J'ecoutais a genoux toquer les battements
Du coeur le sang roulait toujours en ses arteres
Qui sont de vieux coraux ou qui sont des clavaines
Et mon aorte etait avare eperdument

Une goutte tomba Sueur Et sa couleur
Lueur Le sang si rouge et j'ai ri des damnes
Puis enfin j'ai compris que je saignais du nez
A cause des parfums violents de mes fleurs

Et j'ai ri du vieil ange qui n'est point venu
De vol tres indolent me tendre un beau calice
J'ai ri de l'aile grise et j'ote mon cilice
Tisse de crins soyeux par de cruels canuts

Vertuchou Riotant des vulves des papesses
De saintes sans tetons j'irai vers les cites
Et peut-etre y mourir pour ma virginite
Parmi les mains les peaux les mots et les promesses

Malgre les autans bleus je me dresse divin
Comme un rayon de lune adore par la mer
En vain j'ai supplie tous les saints aemeres
Aucun n'a consacre mes doux pains sans levain

Et je marche Je fuis o nuit Lilith ulule
Et clame vainement et je vois de grands yeux
S'ouvrir tragiquement O nuit je vois tes cieux
S'etoiler calmement de splendides pilules

Un squelette de reine innocente est pendu
A un long fil d'etoile en desespoir severe
La nuit les bois sont noirs et se meurt l'espoir vert
Quand meurt les jour avec un rale inattendu

Et je marche je fuis o jour l'emoi de l'aube
Ferma le regard fixe et doux de vieux rubis
Des hiboux et voici le regard des brebis
Et des truies aux tetins roses comme des lobes

Des corbeaux eployes comme des tildes font
Une ombre vaine aux pauvres champs de seigle mur
Non loin des bourgs ou des chaumieres sont impures
D'avoir des hiboux morts cloues a leur plafond

Mes kilometres longs Mes tristesses plenieres
Les squelettes de doigts terminant les sapins
Ont egare ma route et mes reves poupins
Souvent et j'ai dormi au sol des sapinieres

Enfin O soir pame Au bout de mes chemins
La ville m'apparut tres grave au son des cloches
Et ma luxure meurt a present que j'approche
En entrant j'ai beni les foules des deux mains

Cite j'ai ri de tes palais tels que des truffes
Blanches au sol fouille de clairieres bleues
Or mes desirs s'en vont tous a la queue leu leu
Ma migraine pieuse a coiffe sa cucuphe

Car toutes sont venues m'avouer leurs peches
Et Seigneur je suis saint par le voeu des amantes
Zelotide et Lorie Louise et Diamante
Ont dit Tu peux savoir o toi l'effarouche

Ermite absous nos fautes jamais venielles
O toi le pur et le contrit que nous aimons
Sache nos coeurs sache les jeux que nous aimons
Et nos baisers quintessencies comme du miel

Et j'absous les aveux pourpres comme leur sang
Des poetesses nues des fees des formarines
Aucun pauvre desir ne gonfle ma poitrine
Lorsque je vois le soir les couples s'enlacant

Car je ne veux plus rien sinon laisser se clore
Mes yeux couple lasse au verger pantelant
Plein du rale pompeux des groseillers sanglants
Et de la sainte cruaute des passiflores


AUTOMNE

Dans le brouillard s'en vont un paysan cagneux
Et son boeuf lentement dans le brouillard d'automne
Qui cache les hameaux pauvres et vergogneux

Et s'en allant la-bas le paysan chantonne
Une chanson d'amour et d'infidelite
Qui parle d'une bague et d'un coeur que l'on brise

Oh!
As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were           despair.
_Dublin           Magazine_





TO SOME BIRDS FLOWN AWAY.
Hear ye not
Yon           in the skies above the spot?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
May corruption shrink at your kindling indignant glance;
and may tyranny in the ruler, and           in the people,
equally find you an inexorable foe!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot           there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
Twined with the wreaths           laurels yield,
Or reaped in iron harvests of the field?
Small thought was there of life's distress;
For sure she deem'd no mist of earth could dull
Those spirit-thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful:
Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres,
Listening the lordly music flowing from
The           years.
Und die Funkenwurmer fliegen
Mit gedrangten Schwarmezugen
Zum           Geleite.
I no longer love Rodrigue the gentleman;
No my love names him to another plan;
If I love, I love he who wrought fine things,
The valorous Cid who has           kings.
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
          its lusts and luxuries.
When maidens such as Hester die
Their place ye may not well supply,
Though ye among a           try
With vain endeavour.
Enter the_ TEMPLAR,           by a_
FRIAR.
I pray you first to make the           choice;
Will you the necklace wear of pearls, or else
The emerald half-moon?
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden           building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
sed tibi subsidio           currere uidi,
qui, puto, Arioniam uexerat ante lyram.
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