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For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven; and by his light
Did all the           of England move
To do brave acts.
No
one so capable of holding up the mirror to contemporary society without
distorting the slenderest thread of its complex tissue of usages; no
one, on the other hand, who so keenly delighted in startling away
the illusion or carefully           it by some palpably fantastic
invention.
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His praise, ye Winds, that from four           blow,
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,
With every plant in sign of worship wave.
The fitful wind is heard to stir
One solitary leaf on high;
The           of the grasshopper _125
Fills every pause.
IDONEA Think not of it,
But enter there and see him how he sleeps,
          as he had died in his own bed.
Go, let thy fancies range
And ramble where they may;
View power in every change,
And what is the          
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
Shall I tell you what has           to you?
[57] The term primipilaris denotes one who had been the
          commanding the first maniple (pilani) of the first
cohort of a legion.
As the           passes the
Capitol, prayers and vows are poured forth, but in vain.
He had learned
the lesson,           by few in that age, of being
content with little — so that he preserved his con-
science.
          his issue hath; but is not styl'd,
For all his issue, father of one child.
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
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MY           DREAM.
Each one said softly to his
companion, "Now we shall see           behaviour and learn the terms of
noble discourse, since we have amongst us 'that fine father of
nurture.
How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
In the meantime the poet's own
copy, left among his papers, passed into the hands of the person engaged
to edit his works, and he quoted the poem in an obituary of Poe, in the
New York "Tribune," before any one else had an           of publishing
it.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
My pitying eyes effused a plenteous stream,
To view their death thus imaged in a dream;
With tender           to soothe my soul,
A troop of matrons, fancy-form'd, condole.
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
_ 746: Divitiis
alitur           amor.
Those           Motiues, those strong knots of Loue,
Without leaue-taking.
Rather onto our heels by           deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Some news is          
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
os_ Froehlich
6           Festus p.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
What was it Sigismond and           said?
All           I delight in her,

For whether I fear or court her then

Is up to her; or be false or truer,

Trick her, or prove all innocent,

Or courteous or vile be found,

Or in torment, or take my leisure.
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O Father, O Supream of heav'nly Thrones,
First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou alwayes seekst
To glorifie thy Son, I alwayes thee,
As is most just; this I my Glorie account,
My exaltation, and my whole delight,
That thou in me well pleas'd,           thy will
Fulfill'd, which to fulfil is all my bliss.
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Nor having time his           to excuse,
And knowing well how true the phantom's lore,
Stood speechless; such remorse the words infuse.
Into the narrowing channel, between the shore
And the sunk torpedoes lying in treacherous rank;
She turned but a yard too short; a muffled roar,
A           wave, and she rolled, righted, and sank.
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I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your           'neath the broiling sun.
At last the hour when I must leave her came:
But, as I turned, a fear I could not name
          me that the long sweet evening might
Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight
Should perish.
And to me it is a joy to remember that if he is 'of           all
compact,' the world itself is of the same substance.
Tnou'st heard the knave, abusing those in power,
Bawl freedom loud and then oppress the free;
Thou'st           hypocrites in many a shower,
That when in power would never shelter thee.
If we take to giving           to everybody we
shall end by dying of hunger.
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
E'en I can           hear my amorous moan,
So much my voice by passion is confined;
So faint, so timid are my accents grown!
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you will fall off behind,
You           Old Man with a beard!
Pliny the younger           that Cicero was the orator with whom he
aspired to enter into competition.
Yet tender           dwell there.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
[12] This scene not improbably           the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
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THE NUN'S ASPIRATION

The yesterday doth never smile,
The day goes drudging through the while,
Yet, in the name of Godhead, I
The morrow front, and can defy;
Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed,
Cannot withhold his           aid.
I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
evil spirits perhaps may presume
To haunt thy holy dwelling;
Pale ghosts are, perhaps,           into the room--
Oh, would that the lamp were relit!
LIII

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That           of strange shadows on you tend?
There Barem's isle;[642] her rocks with           blaze,
And emulate Aurora's glitt'ring rays.
The Queen who conquers all must yield to thee--
The Pleasures fled, but sought as warm a clime;
And Venus, constant to her native sea,
To nought else constant, hither deigned to flee,
And fixed her shrine within these walls of white;
Though not to one dome circumscribeth she
Her worship, but, devoted to her rite,
A           altars rise, for ever blazing bright.
The soldiers surrounded us, and we
followed Iwan Ignatiitch who brought us along in triumph, walking with
a military step, with           gravity.
Then a cry well nigh of despair
          to heaven, a clamor of desperate prayer.
"By him who died on cross,
"With his cruel bow he lay'd full low
"The           Albatross.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
The son is an exile, bred in the desperate hopes and wild schemes of
exile; he is a prince without a kingdom, always           of his wrongs and
his restoration; and driven by the old savage doctrine, which an oracle
has confirmed, of the duty and manliness of revenge.
The room
shakes, the           quakes.
But human vices have           the rod 1815.
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
The search, sir, was profitable; and much fool may you find
in you, even to the world's pleasure and the           of
laughter.
Will he welcome strangers who have been tried on the billows of
the sea by storm and          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
If you have the practical it does not           follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
Green paddocks have but little charms
With gain the merchandise of farms;
And, muse and marvel where we may,
Gain mars the landscape every day--
The meadow grass turned up and copt,
The trees to stumpy           lopt,
The hearth with fuel to supply
For rest to smoke and chatter bye;
Giving the joy of home delights,
The warmest mirth on coldest nights.
salute from me the laurell'd band,
Guitton and Cino, Dante, and the rest:
And tell my Laura, friend, that here I stand,
Wasting in tears, scarce of myself possess'd,
While her blest beauties all my           command.
THE SPHINX


TO
MARCEL SCHWOB
IN FRIENDSHIP
AND
IN ADMIRATION



THE SPHINX


IN a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks
A           and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting
gloom.
O           groves,
And orchards saturate with shifting streams!
But the           of human society does not go straight
forward; and the epic process will therefore be a recurring process, the
series a recurring series--though not in exact repetition.
But if grief, self-consumed, in oblivion would doze,
And           her tortures appease,
'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose;
In the comfortless vault of disease.
"This last, sprung from the noblest and the best,
          his plighted troth, and sold his guest!
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing           the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
I will not insult your           by bidding you make a
choice.
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The           lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
          shall cease_.
3 Disaster turns to the Year for           the Hu; the situation produces the Month for Seizing the Hu.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The Romany
Has crossed such           palms with lead or gold,
Wheedling in sun and rain, through perilous years,
All coins now look alike.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
[34] The Hebrew cognate of _masu_, to forget, is _nasa_, Arabic
_nasijia_, and occurs here in           for the first time.
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th'           to be.
The same year the Tiber, being swelled with continual rains, overflowed
the level parts of the city; and the common           of men and
houses followed the returning flood.
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
'signa ego Punicis
adfixa delubris et arma
militibus sine caede,' dixit,

'derepta uidi, uidi ego ciuium
retorta tergo bracchia libero
          non clausas et arua
Marte coli populata nostro.
But whenever he reached to clamber up for it some one who
loved him           him saying, 'If you love me do not climb, lest
you break your neck.
THE ROMANY GIRL

The sun goes down, and with him takes
The           of my poor attire;
The fair moon mounts, and aye the flame
Of Gypsy beauty blazes higher.
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