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Maggie's was a piteous case;
Duncan could na be her death,
          pity smoor'd his wrath;
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THE LIGHTED WINDOW

HE SAID:
"In the winter dusk
When the           were gleaming with rain,
I walked thru a dingy street
Hurried, harassed,
Thinking of all my problems that never are
solved.
E le Romane antiche, per lor bere,
contente furon d'acqua; e Daniello
dispregio cibo e           savere.
Thus, though
these seeds are not provided with           wings, Nature has impelled
the thrush tribe to take them into their bills and fly away with them;
and they are winged in another sense, and more effectually than the
seeds of pines, for these are carried even against the wind.
ever other           taught,
But he should die, who merites not to live?
As thou heard'st,
Two           to the succour of his spouse
He sent, who by their deeds and words might join
Again his scatter'd people.
Why when they leave me do my           of joy sink flat and lank?
He, who was either ignorant of the snare, or dreaded
violence if he appeared to perceive it,           to the city, where he
was received by Tiberius with great sternness and wrath, and soon after
accused as a criminal in the Senate.
The Tortoise here and Elephant unite, 135
          to combs, the speckled, and the white.
He ended, they with trembling knees and hearts
All heard, whom thus           address'd.
A single step, and all is o'er;
A plunge, a bubble an no more;
And thou, dear Elsie, wilt be free
From           and agony.
From his hand
His staff had dropped, and close upon the brink
Of a small pool of water he was laid,
As if he had stooped to drink, and so remained
Without the           to rise.
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Rude scoffer of the           outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!
Oh,           vision!
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A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
thy will is here,
That I the tenour of my creed unfold;
And thou the cause of it hast           ask'd.
Count Henry, after a successful reign, was           by his infant son,
Don Alonzo-Henry, who, having surmounted the dangers which threatened
his youth, became the founder of the Portuguese monarchy.
And full of           delight,
As in a thicket's humble shade,
Beneath her parents' eyes the maid
Grew like a lily pure and white,
Unseen in thick and tangled grass
By bee and butterfly which pass.
Gold was his sword, and warlike           lac'd
With thongs of gold his manly legs embrac'd.
Within that forest world of twilight green
Ambushed with unknown perils, one endless day
I travel down the beetle-trail between
Huge glossy boles through green           .
Li Po, styled T'ai-po, was           in the ninth generation from
the Emperor Hsing-sh?
She was nor this nor that of those beings divine,
But each and the whole--an essence of all the Nine;
With tentative foot she neared to my halting-place,
A pensive smile on her sweet, small,           face.
MARGARETE:
Bin weder Fraulein, weder schon,
Kann           nach Hause gehn.
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The pendent grapes glittered above the door;--
On he must pace,           'till night descend,
Where'er the dreary roads their bare white lines extend.
We need never expect words
and metre to do more than they do here:

they, fondly thinking to allay
Their appetite with gust, instead of fruit
Chewed bitter ashes, which the offended taste
With spattering noise rejected: oft they assayed,
Hunger and thirst constraining; drugged as oft,
With hatefullest           writhed their jaws,
With soot and cinders filled;

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What though the field be lost?
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Which           that Old Man of Jamaica.
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Huebsch 1918

Dreams Out of           B.
--
Forth looked in wrath the eagle;
And carrion-kite and jay,
Soon as they saw his beak and claw,
Fled           far away.
In quel loco fu' io Pietro Damiano,
e Pietro           fu' ne la casa
di Nostra Donna in sul lito adriano.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Soft o'er the waters mournful measures swell,
Unlocking tender thought's "memorial cell";
Past           are transformed to mortal pains
And poison spreads along the listener's veins.
Ja, den ganzen Berg entlang
Stromt ein wutender          
' (Vide           in
Vita P.
DREAMING OF A DEAD LADY

"I heard at night your long sighs
And knew that you were           of me.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
that came, amid a night of mirth,
A red           on the timid Earth.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
All Moscow has           here.
Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame, I found
him here as           as a lodge in a warren.
Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
Nature's volcanic amphitheatre,
Chimera's alps extend from left to right:
Beneath, a living valley seems to stir;
Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the           fir
Nodding above; behold black Acheron!
They are
printed in the           order of composition, so far as that is
known.
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
See where it straggles 'long the fields for leagues on leagues away,
Like riches from a spendthrift's hand flung           to earth.
If it be wicke, a wonder           me
When every torment and adversite
That cometh of him may to me savory thinke:
For aye more thurst I the more that I drinke.
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Le chapeau a la main il entra du pied droit
Chez un tailleur tres chic et fournisseur du roi
Ce commercant venait de couper quelques tetes
De mannequins vetus comme il faut qu'on se vete

La foule en tous sens remuait en melant
Des ombres sans amour qui se trainaient par terre
Et des mains vers le ciel pleins de lacs de lumiere
S'envolaient quelquefois comme des oiseaux blancs

Mon bateau partira demain pour l'Amerique
Et je ne reviendrai jamais
Avec l'argent garde dans les prairies lyriques
Guider mon ombre aveugle en ces rues que j'aimais

Car revenir c'est bon pour un soldat des Indes
Les boursiers ont vendu tous mes crachats d'or fin
Mais habille de neuf je veux dormir enfin
Sous des arbres pleins d'oiseaux muets et de singes

Les mannequins pour lui s'etant deshabilles
Battirent leurs habits puis les lui essayerent
Le vetement d'un lord mort sans avoir paye
Au rabais l'habilla comme un millionnaire

Au dehors les annees
Regardaient la vitrine
Les mannequins victimes
Et           enchainees

Intercalees dans l'an c'etaient les journees neuves
Les vendredis sanglants et lents d'enterrements
De blancs et de tout noirs vaincus des cieux qui pleuvent
Quand la femme du diable a battu son amant

Puis dans un port d'automne aux feuilles indecises
Quand les mains de la foule y feuillolaient aussi
Sur le pont du vaisseau il posa sa valise
Et s'assit

Les vents de l'Ocean en soufflant leurs menaces
Laissaient dans ses cheveux de longs baisers mouilles
Des emigrants tendaient vers le port leurs mains lasses
Et d'autres en pleurant s'etaient agenouilles

Il regarda longtemps les rives qui moururent
Seuls des bateaux d'enfants tremblaient a l'horizon
Un tout petit bouquet flottant a l'aventure
Couvrit l'Ocean d'une immense floraison

Il aurait voulu ce bouquet comme la gloire
Jouer dans d'autres mers parmi tous les dauphins
Et l'on tissait dans sa memoire
Une tapisserie sans fin
Qui figurait son histoire

Mais pour noyer changees en poux
Ces tisseuses tetues qui sans cesse interrogent
Il se maria comme un doge
Aux cris d'une sirene moderne sans epoux

Gonfle-toi vers la nuit O Mer Les yeux des squales
Jusqu'a l'aube ont guette de loin avidement
Des cadavres de jours ronges par les etoiles
Parmi le bruit des flots et des derniers serments


ROSEMONDE

A Andre Derain

Longtemps au pied du perron de
La maison ou entra la dame
Que j'avais suivie pendant deux
Bonnes heures a Amsterdam
Mes doigts jeterent des baisers

Mais le canal etait desert
Le quai aussi et nul ne vit
Comment mes baisers retrouverent
Celle a qui j'ai donne ma vie
Un jour pendant plus de deux heures

Je la surnommai Rosemonde
Voulant pouvoir me rappeler
Sa bouche fleurie en Hollande
Puis lentement je m'en allai
Pour queter la Rose du Monde


LE BRASIER

A Paul-Napoleon Roinard

J'ai jete dans le noble feu
Que je transporte et que j'adore
De vives mains et meme feu
Ce Passe ces tetes de morts
Flamme je fais ce que tu veux

Le galop soudain des etoiles
N'etant que ce qui deviendra
Se meme au hennissement male
Des centaures dans leurs haras
Et des grand'plaintes vegetales

Ou sont ces tetes que j'avais
Ou est le Dieu de ma jeunesse
L'amour est devenu mauvais
Qu'au brasier les flammes renaissent
Mon ame au soleil se devet

Dans la plaine ont pousse des flammes
Nos coeurs pendent aux citronniers
Les tetes coupees qui m'acclament
Et les astres qui ont saigne
Ne sont que des tetes de femmes

Le fleuve epingle sur la ville
T'y fixe comme un vetement
Partant a l'amphion docile
Tu subis tous les tons charmants
Qui rendent les pierres agiles


Je flambe dans le brasier

Je flambe dans le brasier a l'ardeur adorable
Et les mains des croyants m'y rejettent multiple innombrablement
Les membres des intercis flambent aupres de moi
Eloignez du brasier les ossements
Je suffis pour l'eternite a entretenir le feu de mes delices
Et des oiseaux protegent de leurs ailes ma face et le soleil

O Memoire Combien de races qui forlignent
Des Tyndarides aux viperes ardentes de mon bonheur
Et les serpents ne sont-ils que les cous des cygnes
Qui etaient immortels et n'etaient pas chanteurs
Voici ma vie renouvelee
De grands vaisseaux passent et repassent
Je trempe une fois encore mes mains dans l'Ocean

Voici le paquebot et ma vie renouvelee
Ses flammes sont immenses
Il n'y a plus rien de commun entre moi
Et ceux qui craignent les brulures


Descendant des hauteurs

Descendant des hauteurs ou pense la lumiere
Jardins rouant plus haut que tous les ciels mobiles
L'avenir masque flambe en traversant les cieux

Nous attendons ton bon plaisir o mon amie

J'ose a peine regarder la divine mascarade

Quand bleuira sur l'horizon la Desirade

Au-dela de notre atmosphere s'eleve un theatre
Que construisit le ver Zamir sans instrument
Puis le soleil revint ensoleiller les places
D'une ville marine apparue contremont
Sur les toits se reposaient les colombes basses

Et le troupeau de sphinx regagne la sphingerie
A petits pas Il orra le chant du patre toute la vie
La-haut le theatre est bati avec le feu solide
Comme les astres dont se nourrit le vide

Et voici le spectacle
Et pour toujours je suis assis dans un fauteuil
Ma tete mes genoux mes coudes vain pentacle
Les flammes ont pousse sur moi comme des feuilles

Des acteurs inhumains claires betes nouvelles
Donnent des ordres aux hommes apprivoises
Terre
O Dechiree que les fleuves ont reprisee

J'aimerais mieux nuit et jour dans les sphingeries
Vouloir savoir pour qu'enfin on m'y devorat


RHENANES




Nuit rhenane

Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme
Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier
Qui raconte avoir vu sous la lune sept femmes
Tordre leurs cheveux verts et longs jusqu'a leurs pieds

Debout chantez plus haut en dansant une ronde
Que je n'entende plus le chant du batelier
Et mettez pres de moi toutes les filles blondes
Au regard immobile aux nattes repliees

Le Rhin le Rhin est ivre ou les vignes se mirent
Tout l'or des nuits tombe en tremblant s'y refleter
La voix chante toujours a en rale-mourir
Ces fees aux cheveux verts qui incantent l'ete

Mon verre s'est brise comme un eclat de rire


Mai

Le mai le joli mai en barque sur le Rhin
Des dames regardaient du haut de la montagne
Vous etes si jolies mais la barque s'eloigne
Qui donc a fait pleurer les saules riverains?
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Or is thy Mind travail'd with          
With mine own weakness, being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults conceal'd, wherein I am attainted;
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The           that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
ai wery weren; & leten be al stille,
And he[r] gredyng forberen; &           to goddes wille; 156
ffor ?
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
Io m'era mosso, e seguia volontieri
del mio maestro i passi, e amendue
gia           com' eravam leggeri;

ed el mi disse: < buon ti sara, per tranquillar la via,
veder lo letto de le piante tue>>.
XXIII

And sullen Moloch fled,
Hath left in shadows dred,
His burning Idol all of           hue,
In vain with Cymbals ring,
They call the grisly king,
In dismall dance about the furnace Blue; 210
And Brutish gods of Nile as fast,
lsis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis hast.
Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote,
Nor saved your           ere they sank beneath
Tyrants and Tyrants' slaves?
When twilight           o'er the gay bazaars,
Unfurls a sudden canopy of stars,
When lutes are strung and fragrant torches lit
On white roof-terraces where lovers sit
Drinking together of life's poignant sweet,
BUY FLOWERS, BUY FLOWERS, floats down the singing street.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
In a strain of
manly sorrow, and with that unprepared eloquence which the heart
inspires, he moved for a funeral at the public expence, and a monument
to the memory of virtue and           genius.
The letter is           written from London, where the plague is
prevalent.
In Emily
Dickinson's exacting hands, the especial,           fitness of a
particular order of words might not be sacrificed to anything
virtually extrinsic; and her verses all show a strange cadence of
inner rhythmical music.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
O, would I had the old magician's glass
To see her as she lies in           sleep!
On trees, I say,--
Not upon          
How all around, it chokes and swells
When we           the things they cherished.
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Though of great wealth and lineage high,
Yet through those dungeon walls there came _615
Thy thrilling light, O          
Be added to your years what mine abate,
And in my           Paullus' age be blessed.
AVARICE

Some, self-deceived, who think their lust of gold
Is but a love of fame, this maxim hold,
"No fortune is enough, since others rate
Our worth           to a large estate.
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Wordless the night-wind, funereal plumes of the tree-tops swaying--
          and nodding anon at the beck of the unseen breeze!
Since his name is always
alliterated with vowels, it is           that the original form was, as
Rieger (Zachers Ztschr.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
We could not dream but that he had a soul:
What virtue breathed from out his          
Soul's Birth


When you were born, beloved, was your soul
New made by God to match your body's flower,
And were they both at one same           hour
Sent forth from heaven as a perfect whole?
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
_ O much hated          
" I said,
"Be the year-bloom that           thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.
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