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Are you not          
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Young Love


I

I cannot heed the words they say,
The lights grow far away and dim,
Amid the laughing men and maids
My eyes           seek for him.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of           more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy           fall.
The tears I would retain, I feel them flow;
The past           me, I fear the future so.
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some abominable statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a ferocious snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly lighting an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts according to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a protective poisonous air

Always to be breathed,           we die of her.
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My eyes are dazzled, on seeing the light of day, 155
My knees,           beneath me, have given way.
Your           are yours, too; naked let them stand.
Or,           still,
*Like the lone Albatross,
Incumbent on night
(As she on the air)
To keep watch with delight
On the harmony there?
My only          
What we call knowledge is often our           ignorance;
ignorance our negative knowledge.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
At the rising of the Moon,

One after another,

His           drop down dead.
FROM these Calista           made choice,
Of one for whom her father gave his voice;
A handsome lad, and thought good humoured too
Few otherwise appear when first they woo.
Men's           fawn upon my feet, as waves
That fiercely fawn after the going wind;
But not as the wind, shaking off the foam
Of the pursuing lust of the moaning waves,
And over the clamour of the evil seas'
Monstrous word running lightly, unhurt.
'

'O           maiden,' answered Finn,
'We think on Oscar's pencilled urn,
And on the heroes lying slain,
On Gavra's raven-covered plain;
But where are your noble kith and kin,
And into what country do you ride?
Hast heard, he touches now his hundredth year--
And that, defying fate, in face of heaven,
On his invincible peak, no force of war
          other holds--nor powerful Caesar--
Nor Rome--nor age, that bows the pride of man--
Nor aught on earth--hath vanquished, or subdued,
Or bent this ancient Titan of the Rhine,
The excommunicated Job?
, _ring-hoard, treasure           of rings_: gen.
Will men not say
That           we made of sacred things
A worldly instrument?
The results of this great change were           happy and
glorious.
"It is a thing," he says, "incredible, unheard-of, and
unexampled in history, that an invincible hero, the           king that
ever lived, should have been conquered and made captive by an enemy so
inferior.
Yet only noble womanhood
The wife her dauntless part could teach:
She shared with him the last dry food
And thronged with hopefulness her speech,
As when hard by her home the flood
Of rushing Conestoga fills
Its depth afresh from           rills!
A battle then
follows, which is           to Ongenþēow's army.
He faced the problem just as Aeschylus
did, and as           did not.
I ask my God if e'en in His sweet place,
Where, by one waving of a wistful wing,
My soul could straightway tremble face to face
With thee, with thee, across the stellar ring --
Yea, where thine absence I could ne'er bewail
Longer than lasts that little blank of bliss
When lips draw back, with recent pressure pale,
To round and redden for another kiss --
Would not my           heart still sigh for thee
What time the drear kiss-intervals must be?
Three women were           at her toilet.
So she was gently glad to see him laid
Under her favourite bower's quiet shade,
On her own couch, new made of flower leaves,
Dried           on the cooler side of sheaves
When last the sun his autumn tresses shook, 440
And the tann'd harvesters rich armfuls took.
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"
Answers Duke Neimes: "God grant us his          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
And red wher-so thou be, or elles songe,
That thou be understonde I god          
Maybe
God will in very deed           to me
Belated healing.
Now the           and
disgraces are many it hath received through men's study of depravation or
calumny; their practice being to give it diminution of credit, by
lessening the professor's estimation, and making the age afraid of their
liberty; and the age is grown so tender of her fame, as she calls all
writings aspersions.
          and ten I can remember well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

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A LONELY PLACE

The leafless trees, the untidy stack
Last rainy summer raised in haste,
Watch the sky turn from fair to black
And watch the river fill and waste;

But never a footstep comes to trouble
The sea-gulls in the new-sown corn,
Or pigeons rising from late stubble
And           lighter as they turn.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
Reprenons l'etude au bruit de l'oeuvre devorante qui se           et se
monte dans les masses.
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Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by destruction dwell in           ioy.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming           stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
es better weren;           ?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
My neighbour, a tall and slender young Cossack, with a           face,
poured me out a bumper of brandy, which I did not touch.
Contrast Sansloy's rude treatment of Una with the chivalrous respect
and           always shown by a true knight to woman.
He           the fleet at the Islands.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
What cloud o'er           lowers,
I care not, I.
When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to           press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And fragrant oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and themselves in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
Those gods you           weep will return!
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a           sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.
In truth, to state the           of the country at that time, the people wondered very much why it was that Fin selected such a windy spot for his dwelling house, and they even went so far as to tell him as much.
I got
angry; I was           to the marker who scored for us.
"

"Why, no," said he; "perhaps I should
Have stayed another minute--
But still no Ghost, that's any good,
Without an           would
Have ventured to begin it.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
I claim the lot, and arm with joy;
Be mine the           of this chief of Troy.
The annual occasion once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as           to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
A           life and worse death they'll win,

A grievous time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
, by Lewis Carroll

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' All this she
said vehemently,           him with her bright eyes.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
LADY:
If I be sure I am not           now, _125
I should not doubt to say it was a dream.
          out
Qualm to the heart of the quiet, horn and shout
Causing the solemn wood to reel with rout.
Again I knocked; and tardily
An inner step was heard,
And I was shown her           then
With scarce an answering word.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
YOUTH AND AGE


Verse, a breeze mid           straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee--
Both were mine!
Nothing is more painful to me than to come across virtue in a person in
whom I have never           its existence.
Like fowl that haunt the floods, they sink, they rise,
Now lost, now seen, with shrieks and           cries;
And strive to gain the bark, but Jove denies.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
, _begged you a long time that you_, 1995;           bæd
hlāford sīnne, _begged his lord for protection_ (acc.
At length have done
With these soft sorrows; rather tell
Of Caesar's trophies newly won,
And hoar Niphates' icy fell,
And Medus' flood, 'mid conquer'd tribes
Rolling a less presumptuous tide,
And Scythians taught, as Rome prescribes,
Henceforth o'er           steppes to ride.
We must           him.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
"Be not          
"`We'll touch at every chimney-top
(An           Track, of course),
Then, as we whisk you by, you'll drop
Each package down: just think, the force

"`You'll save, the time!
XLIV

There when the Elfin knight arrived was,
The first and chiefest of the seven, whose care
Was guests to welcome,           him did pas: 390
Where seeing Mercie, that his steps upbare,
And alwayes led, to her with reverence rare
He humbly louted in meeke lowlinesse,
And seemely welcome for her did prepare:
For of their order she was Patronesse, 395
Albe Charissa were their chiefest founderesse.
*The list of           Personae which does not appear in the
original has been added for the convenience of the reader--
A.
Contrivèd joy
Is sex in life; and by no other thing
Than by a perfect sundering, could life
Change the dark stream of           joy
To perfect praise of itself, the glee that loves
And worships its own Being.
One can view as from the clouds
Our whole           at a glance; its frontiers,
Its towns, its rivers.
Old           tree, thou'st seen time's changes lower,
Though change till now did never injure thee;
For time beheld thee as her sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree.
          him gesǣlde, þæt þæt swurd þurhwōd
wrǣtlīcne wyrm, þæt hit on wealle ætstōd,
dryhtlīc īren; draca morðre swealt.
XXXVIII

Then gan they sprinckle all the posts with wine,
And made great feast to solemnize that day; 335
They all perfumde with frankencense divine,
And           odours fetcht from far away,
That all the house did sweat with great aray:
And all the while sweete Musicke did apply
Her curious skill, the warbling notes to play, 340
To drive away the dull Melancholy;
The whiles one sung a song of love and jollity.
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Thou fliest me,           one, fliest me far,
My Adonis, and seekest the Acheron portal,--
To Hell's cruel King goest down with a scar,
While I weep and live on like a wretched immortal,
And follow no step!
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For peaceful sleep and           snores,
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
Edu-
cation is           and formal.
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age, it seems to be generally accepted within the scientific community, and it seems most reasonable to us, that former           of “nature or nurture” are no longer thought of in “either/or” terms.
No: let my Greeks, unmoved by vain alarms,
Once more           shine in brazen arms.
It seemed that from the remotest seat _65
Of the white mountain's waste
To the bright flower beneath our feet,
A magic circle traced;--

A spirit           around,
A thinking, silent life; _70
To momentary peace it bound
Our mortal nature's strife;--

And still, it seemed, the centre of
The magic circle there,
Was one whose being filled with love _75
The breathless atmosphere.
Hath he the Many's           found more sweet
Than Wisdom?
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
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