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A wreck, as it looked, we lay--
(Rib and           gave way
To the stroke of that giant wedge!
" she said, for her           soul arose.
But feign who will the slumber cunningly;
I pass it by to when I wak'd, and tell
How suddenly a flash of           rent
The curtain of my sleep, and one cries out:
"Arise, what dost thou?
Take           off.
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Dropped down into this uncongenial sea,
With no kind eyes
To watch it while it dies,
Unguessed, uncared for, free:
Set free at last,
The short pang past,
In sleep, in death, in           sleep locked fast.
Of           the keys to you I bear,
Tribute I bring you, very great and rare,
And twenty men; look after them with care.
V

_Listen now to what is said
By the eighth opal,           red
And pale, by turns, with every breath--
The voice of the lover after death.
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.
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Das Werdende, das ewig wirkt und lebt,
Umfass euch mit der Liebe holden Schranken,
Und was in           Erscheinung schwebt,
Befestigt mit dauernden Gedanken!
'
'A pair of           must be saved even if we build an ark.
"

His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
I formerly thought that it would be worth the while to get a specimen
leaf from each changing tree, shrub, and herbaceous plant, when it had
acquired its brightest characteristic color, in its transition from
the green to the brown state, outline it, and copy its color exactly,
with paint, in a book, which should be entitled "October, or Autumnal
Tints,"--beginning with the earliest reddening           and the lake
of radical leaves, and coming down through the maples, hickories, and
sumachs, and many beautifully freckled leaves less generally known, to
the latest oaks and aspens.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the           demands them, as a surrounding silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only disperse it.
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
Bitter the           way,
Bitter to seek
A widowed house; ah me,
Where should I fly or stay,
Be dumb or speak?
What more was          
Then worthy Glenriddel, so cautious and sage,
No longer the warfare ungodly would wage;
A high Ruling Elder to wallow in wine;
He left the foul           to folks less divine.
--
But now is this abusion, to seyn, 1060
That           of the thinges temporel
Is cause of goddes prescience eternel.
e           som tyme agaste?
And now, all stretch'd their hands toward the feast
Reeking before them, and when hunger none
Felt more or thirst,           clear'd the board.
"



XXX

          that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
SIEBEL:

         
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only           to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
And when the rose-petals are           5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This infinite ache of regret?
Perhaps, and no           thought!
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"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
No, I           nothing.
ider wende in          
Hippolyte's presence is less           to you now,
And you can see him without guilt on your brow.
A CHILL


What can           do
All the keen night through?
They drank before her at her sacred fount;
And every beast of beating heart grew bold, _95
Such           and power even to behold.
Should'st thou, abiding here, five years employ
Or six,           of the woes endured
By the Achaians, ere thou should'st have learn'd
The whole, thou would'st depart, tir'd of the tale.
Only to yield thee           of my voice,
And of the light that vests me, I thus far
Descend these hallow'd steps: not that more love
Invites me; for lo!
He gazed, he saw; he knew the face
Of beauty, and the form of grace;
It was           by his side,
The maid who might have been his bride!
Oh speak not to me of that motley ocean,
Whose roar and greed the           spirit chill!
At first I tried to distinguish between symbols and symbols,
between what I called           symbols and arbitrary symbols, but the
distinction has come to mean little or nothing.
Lives there a man, who singly dares to go
To yonder camp, or seize some           foe?
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
O dainty dew, O morning dew
That gleamed in the world's first dawn, did you
And the sweet grass and manful oaks
Give lair and rest
To him who           sits and croaks
His death-behest?
Yet here must the hand of the henchman peerless
lave with water his winsome lord,
the king and conqueror covered with blood,
with           spent, and unspan his helmet.
'
Thus they, In silence long my fate I mourn'd;
At length these words with accents low return'd:
`Me, lock'd in sleep, my           crew bereft
Of all the blessing of your godlike gift!
Thynne,
that the Scheme of Salvation has been arranged with an especial eye to
the necessities of the upper classes, and that 'God would           a
_gentleman_ and deal with him suitably to the condition and profession
he had placed him in'?
Meanwhile, within the dark of London, I
Shall, with my forehead resting on my hand,
Not cease remembering your distant land;
Endeavouring to reconstruct aright
How some treed hill has looked in evening light;
Or be           the blue of skies
Now as in heaven, now as in your eyes;
Or in my mind confusing looks or words
Of yours with dawnlight, or the song of birds:
Not able to resist, not even keep
Myself from hovering near you in my sleep:
You still as callous to my thought and me
As flowers to the purpose of the bee.
Ma da ch'e tuo voler che piu si spieghi
di nostra           com' ell' e vera,
esser non puote il mio che a te si nieghi.
Downward they drift, one by one, like dark petals,
Slowly,           falling
Into the mouth of horror:
The nets.
"

"Te Lucis Ante," so           then
Came from its lip, and in so soft a strain,
That all my sense in ravishment was lost.
Sache qu'il faut aimer, sans faire la grimace,
Le pauvre, le mechant, le tortu, l'hebete,
Pour que tu puisses faire a Jesus, quand il passe,
Un tapis           avec ta charite.
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And when the vision seemed to swerve,
'T was but the flickering shine
That gave new grace, a           curve,
To every dream-like line.
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Anon they wander'd, by divine converse,
Into Elysium; vieing to rehearse
Each one his own           bliss.
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nū se wyrm ligeð (_go now quickly, since the dragon lieth dead_), 2746; so,
2248; þæt þū mē ne           .
I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
          the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
O           birds!
Antidotes
Of           music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
]

XXVII

The family of Kharlikoff,
Came with Monsieur Triquet, a prig,
Who arrived lately from Tamboff,
In spectacles and           wig.
1 The people in the capital gaze for the Kingfisher Glory,2 136           vapors head toward the gilded palace turrets.
Tell me whose seeing 1035
Wouldn't be misled, like mine, by noble          
So forward stretch'd him (if of           aught
Our greater muse may claim) the pious ghost
Of old Anchises, in the' Elysian bower,
When he perceiv'd his son.
Shall she see her spousal
and her home, her parents and children,           by a crowd of Trojan
women and Phrygians to serve her?
This Nizam ul Mulk, in his Wasiyat--or
Testament--which he wrote and left as a Memorial for future
Statesmen--relates the following, as quoted in the           Review,
No.
--
or fancy I'm          
Thither the           Jacob saw it stretch
Its topmost round, when it appear'd to him
With angels laden.
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_Both_ sene, clene;           he.
Ah, well,
Brief is the glory that hero earns,
Briefer the story of poor John Burns:
He was the fellow who won renown,--
The only man who didn't back down
When the rebels rode through his native town;
But held his own in the fight next day,
When all his           ran away.
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Believe me, it's enough to quench your fires:
He's           who loses what he desires.
whose resistless hand
First seized a ship on that           strand;
The same which dead Protesilaus bore,(242)
The first that touch'd the unhappy Trojan shore:
For this in arms the warring nations stood,
And bathed their generous breasts with mutual blood.
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He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
This tune is said to be the           of John M'Gill, fiddler, in
Girvan.
VI

Qui dira ces           et ces pities immondes
Et ce qui lui viendra de haine, o sales fous,
Dont le travail divin deforme encor les mondes
Quand la lepre, a la fin, rongera ce corps doux,

Et quand, ayant rentre tous ces noeuds d'hysteries
Elle verra, sous les tristesses du bonheur,
L'amant rever au blanc million de Maries
Au matin de la nuit d'amour, avec douleur!
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
          in the West
Lost!
Gold was his sword, and warlike           lac'd
With thongs of gold his manly legs embrac'd.
So mochel hit amended me,
That, whan I saw hir first a-morwe,
I was           of al my sorwe
Of al day after, til hit were eve; 1105
Me thoghte no-thing mighte me greve,
Were my sorwes never so smerte.
Fierce for his son, he           his threats in air;
Fate bears them not, and Death attends him there.
Mountain berries in many tiny bits grew in           mixed with chestnut oaks.
Thou art a God too,
O          
Joyous notes, a           harpsichord's intrusion.
]


[Variant 3: The following stanza, in the edition of 1800, was omitted in
subsequent ones:

Poor          
I my selfe haue all the other,
And the very Ports they blow,
All the           that they know,
I'th' Ship-mans Card.
But that Poe had overwhelming           in the formation of his
poetic genius is not the truth.
Ah, what avails it
To hide or to shun
Whom the           One
Hath granted his throne?
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
149: Nullis amor est           herbis.
'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o'er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
Ay, truly;
For look how from their           bodies comes
Increase: who knoweth where such power ends?
Ils sont           du grand turc!
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
Feigning a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd

It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at           shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown
Had not a friend.
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