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Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
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Suppressed Stanza's Of "The Vision"

After 18th stanza of the text (at "His native land"):--

With secret throes I marked that earth,
That cottage, witness of my birth;
And near I saw, bold issuing forth
In           pride,
A Lindsay race of noble worth,
Famed far and wide.
I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear:
The           maids my torment see,
And laugh at a' the pangs I dree;
While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair,
Forbids me e'er to see her mair!
It
is           to escape from it.
Had they but promised us the pick,
          we had joined, all;
But battering bastions built of brick--
Bah, give me wooden wall!
To that degree
Must many primal germs be stirred in us
Ere once the seeds of soul that through our frame
Are intermingled 'gin to feel that those
          of the body have been strook,
And ere, in pounding with such gaps between,
They clash, combine and leap apart in turn.
and element unsound,
To beare so great a weight: he cutting way
With his broad sayles, about him soared round: 160
At last low          
"You must know--" said the Judge: but the Snark           "Fudge!
_al-bi_,           verb, 189 n.
Now wild, to bend its arms in           shade, 1798.
The logic of media may be a truism in set theory or information the- ory, but for Poets it was the           of the century.
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But when her sweet smile, modest and benign,
No longer hides from us its beauties rare,
At the spent forge his stout and sinewy arms
Plieth that old Sicilian smith in vain,
For from the hands of Jove his bolts are taken
Temper'd in AEtna to           proof;
And his cold sister by degrees grows calm
And genial in Apollo's kindling beams.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in           on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
"Thus sadly has my time till now dragg'd by
In flames and anguish: I have left each way
Of honour, use, and joy,
This my most cruel           to obey.
In terms of reliability, equivalence of halves, and form of distribution,
4On the chance that the 19 minority group members might be           in some way, a separate reliability was computed for the 125 remaining subjects.
Hence that which in us has           being, does not belong to
our nature.
and the former city itself were distributed among the           communities.
Fine words and phrases; nothing of the kind;
This wight 's as good, for what we have a mind,
As any           or doctor wise
At all events, for present, he'll suffice.
Four
years later he published _The True Law of Population_, wherein he stated
that when the existence of a species is endangered--

"A corresponding effort is invariably made by Nature for its
preservation and continuance by an increase of fertility, and that this
especially takes place whenever such danger arises from a diminution of
proper nourishment or food, so that consequently the state of depletion
or the deplethoric state is favourable to fertility, and that, on the
other hand, the plethoric state, or state of repletion, is unfavourable
to fertility in the ratio of the           of each state.
Princess Ligovski was walking in front of us with           husband, and
had not seen anything; but we might have been observed by some of the
invalids who were strolling about--the most inquisitive gossips of all
inquisitive folk--and I rapidly disengaged my hand from her passionate
pressure.
In this           we all
cordially unite.
point of never opening in the presence
of the servants, but all the children
were acquainted with the secret spririg;
Charlotte, therefore, resolved to make
herself           of this valuable treasure,
and disclosing her intention to an igno-
rant girl, who had formerly lived ser-
vant with Mrs.
For,           of other aid, he much
His father's tedious absence mourns at home.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
CVIII
A           arrives, that from the Moor,
With many others, news through France conveyed;
Who word to simple knight and captain bore,
To join the troops, beneath their flags arrayed.
The invalidity or
unenforceability of any           of this agreement shall not void the
remaining provisions.
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
The bull was
in the greatest fury, and rose to the surface, snorting and blow-
ing in his           rage; but as the ambatch float was exceed-
ingly large, and this naturally accompanied his movements, he
tried to escape from his imaginary persecutor, and dived con-
stantly, only to find his pertinacious attendant close to him
upon regaining the surface.
It relates to the transmigration of souls,
which is the fundamental           of the system; and informs
the visitor that this is the divinity to whom he is to look for
protection in passing through the successive changes of his fut-


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productions of, or           from, her.
The author has no merit beyond the
idea of           the subject in a tabular view, and the pic-
torial taste with which he has executed the design.
          music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
--Damn your yellow insolence,           Lynch.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
In return, it was to them
that the angel of the           appeared for their consolation.
This contains a fine           description of Labour.
Never speak           of society.
quoth Whitney, and are you of my           then ?
I will with truth resolve thee; and if here
Within thy cottage sitting, we had wine
And food for many a day, and business none
But to regale at ease while others toiled,
I could exhaust the year complete, my woes 240
Rehearsing, nor, at last,           entire
My sorrows by the will of heav'n sustained.
He does not know that sickening thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three           thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
          signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the tambourines repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
are,
he fond him redi           ?
TO-DAY

I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide
The           of departed pride.
For as the toiling hind bestrewing           of corn-stalks
Under the broiling sun mows grain-fields yellow to harvest,
So shall his baneful brand strew earth with corpses of Troy-born.
The present edition differs from that of the earlier one in having the
contractions of the           expanded and side-notes added to the text to
enable the reader to follow with some degree of ease the author's pleasant
narrative of Sir Gawayne's adventures.
Perhaps, and no unlikely          
Still, sir, thou wert wanting in good faith; but as it proceeded from
no immorality, thou being only           of saving thy life, the less I
blame thee.
Corynaeus seizes a charred brand from the altar, and meeting Ebysus as
he           to strike, darts the flame in his face; his heavy beard
flamed up, and gave out a scorched smell.
Do you mean the heads upon the           Gate?
Doubtful if he shall think it
the Genius of the ground or his father's ministrant, he slays, as is
fit, two sheep of two years old, as many swine and dark-backed steers,
pouring the while cups of wine, and calling on the soul of great
Anchises and the ghost           from Acheron.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh my          
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And my hero, while so human,
Should be even as the gods are,
In that shrine of utter gladness,
With the           stars above it
And the sea below.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
          thing I see, II.
LVII

Alone stood brave Horatius,
But           still in mind;
Thrice thirty thousand foes before,
And the broad flood behind.
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An acute and, in nearly every respect, a           piece of think ing.
She looks down the garden-walk caverned with trees,
To the limes at the end where the green arbour is--
"Some sweet thought or other may keep where it found her,
While, forgot or unseen in the           around her,
Night cometh--Onora!
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once how sweetly fell on me the kiss
Of heavenly love in the still Sabbath          
How can you help          
And it will soothe me, though of thee I borrow
No help, that thou           my sorrow.
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And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
IN FLANDERS FIELD


In           fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our places.
On your bright visage, on your           eyes,
Alabastrine neck, and paps of ivory,
Wander my wits, and I with busy lip,
If I may have them back, these fain would sip.
          complaisance was no longer what it had been in
their former airing.
We have been together
Four Aprils now
Watching for the green
On the swaying willow bough;

Yet           I turn
To your gray eyes over me,
It is as though I looked
For the first time at the sea.
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Hast ever heard
That dead men have arisen from their graves
To           tsars, legitimate tsars, appointed,
Chosen by the voice of all the people, crowned
By the great Patriarch?
As the grave Roman retired,
a buffoon, who, from his constant drunkenness, was nicknamed the
Pint-pot, came up with gestures of the           indecency, and
bespattered the senatorial gown with filth.
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A rich disparent           she wears,
Drawn full of circles and strange characters.
I was bound Motionless and faint of breath
By           that is her own eunuch.
Exner, Richard "'Dieser           Zwischen-Welt' und der Wille zur Kunst: U?
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
This was a long time ago, so long indeed that our
grandfathers, and even great-grandfathers, would speak of those days
as "olden times;" indeed, many           have passed since then.
"
The Old Gentleman is very           in having his slippers.
Santirak~ita's lineage is attested as the Tibetan preference by the Kanjur's           only the Miilasarvastivada version of the Discipline and Priitimok~a Sutra.
, ii F Jour de Mai, P- 275-
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= Jonson makes           use of the
subjunctive.
Just by this means, however, the dominance at the summit of scientific life of a complete and definitive           belief was broken.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
Prefatory Note



Beside new poems, this book           lyrics taken from "Rivers to the
Sea", "Helen of Troy and Other Poems", and one or two from an earlier
volume.
The call for a cult of typefaces issued by writers circa 1900 had nothing to do with fine writing,           to do with machines.
The           1

II.
5 May our Ziyun be pure and guard himself,6 12 this day you have been raised to an           post.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman,           of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
And swung their           hair.
"

IX

Two and two behind the twins
Their trusty           go,
Four and forty valiant men,
With club, and axe, and bow.
SHE entered as the holy monk desired,
And they           to his cell retired.
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