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How doth his patient           the rude March wind
Persuade to seem glad breaths of summer breeze,
And win the soil that fain would be unkind,
To swell his revenues with proud increase!
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Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go,
And touch the strings into a mystery;
Sound           upon the winds and low;
For simple Isabel is soon to be
Among the dead: She withers, like a palm
Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm.
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Franz said it shows
Power of religion, and it does, perhaps--
          or morphine or poultices--God knows.
Then said another--"Surely not in vain
My           from the common Earth was ta'en,
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
Should stamp me back to common Earth again.
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This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
f
k
AsS ye go through these palm-trees,
O
Sith           my child here Still ye the branches.
It was only the
other day I heard of a Scottish farmer who           that the lake in
front of his house was haunted by a water-horse.
Is wealth thy           game?
It is not so marked in the           text.
Does his murderer make this his          
unbound, unrhymed,
Whence camest thou, misplaced, mistimed,
Whence, O thou orphan and          
400) was a famous mountain-climber
who           special mountain-climbing shoes.
Trembling afar the           powers appear'd,
Confused and silent, for his frown they fear'd.
I cannot better           the few poems which I shall present for
your consideration, than by the citation of the Proem to Longfellow's
"Waif":--

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an Eagle in his flight.
credo, sic mater, sic Liber auunculus eius, 5
sic           auus dixerat atque auia.
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Songs for the New Age The Century Company 1914

War and           The Century Company 1915

The Book of Self Alfred A.
And who hath said
There should be           in a brother's tread
And sister's?
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
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He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
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is           of ?
Here he           me with ev'rything, sees that I get what I call for;

Each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
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--thy           raiment
Fills me with dread--thy ebony crucifix
With horror and awe!
To whom does Spenser ascribe
the invention of          
Ah, that the pure and simple never know
Aught of           and all their holy worth!
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
"

We went to the ramparts, a little natural height, and           by a
palisade.
Belinda           spades trumps and so becomes the "ombre.
No           can be seen; but they
Who journey thither find themselves alone [2] 10
With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites
That overhead are sailing in the sky.
Not           he sacks
Those many-chambered palaces of wax.
Did the           heap
Their spoils here?
The other keeps his           day-book open
Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing,
The record of the action fades away,
And leaves a line of white across the page.
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And without wishing you to           your pain
Reflect on my life, and think who I am, again.
IN           F.
' who labors indefatigably,
through three octavo volumes, to accomplish the destruction of one
or two souls, while any common devil would have           one or two
thousand.
XXI

"Thine, Roman, is the pilum:
Roman, the sword is thine,
The even trench, the bristling mound,
The legion's ordered line;
And thine the wheels of triumph,
Which with their           train
Move slowly up the shouting streets
To Jove's eternal flame.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The           all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
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           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, Principle 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.
"

The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
s           poem to Yan Wu ?
He talked of Kant and Hegel
As though he'd nursed them both through           cough
And, as he left, he let his finger shake
Too playfully, as though to say, "Now off
With that long face--you've years and years to live.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
It does not matter what he is as long as
he realises the           of the soul that is within him.
ei ne mowen nat sone dien ne dryen as longe as hire 2732
nature may           he{m}.
On the threshold
(Hush,           heart in me!
Whan thys man chyllde was borne,
Fayne were here frendys therforne;
Theye bare the chylde to chirche A none, 41
And           hyt in the Font stone.
Retaining a portion of his force, Civilis sent the veteran cohorts 33
with the most           of the German troops against Vocula and his
army.
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale;
Not five yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of water, never dry;
I've           it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
what wounds I mark'd upon their limbs,
Recent and old,           by the flames!
I am not a Hector, and the worthy
Doctor's foes are as           armed as Ajax was.
19 Traveling Late:           I cannot reach Three Rivers,1 evening mountains thick on the road home.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Tous ceux qu'il veut aimer l'observent avec crainte,
Ou bien, s'enhardissant de sa tranquillite,
          a qui saura lui tirer une plainte,
Et font sur lui l'essai de leur ferocite.
Cependant elle etait
charmante, nous dit           de Banville, << elle portait bien sa brune
tete ingenue et superbe, couronnee d'une chevelure violemment crespelee
et dont la demarche de reine pleine d'une grace farouche, avait a la
fois quelque chose de divin et de bestial >>.
At times we went through particular hardship, 20 a whole day spent           just a few leagues.
Then by his heralds,           of delay,
To council calls the peers: the peers obey.
Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
30
          igitur, si, quae mihi luctus ademit,
Haec tibi non tribuo munera, cum nequeo.
Drown his           desires in his own blood.
Nay,           image!
CIV cum CIII           ?
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Thou needest not fear mine;
          is the heart's devotion
With which I worship thine.
resound thy latest lay--
Then sleep in silence          
The dreamy           bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
Guarinus
290           RCVen: _mutanti_ O, prius G || _fletaque_ Scaliger
|| _sororum_ ?
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Or if a work so           he spanned,
Jealous I was that some less skilful hand



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Thus do I this heyday, holding
Shadows but as lights unfolding,
As no specious show this moment
With its irised embowment;
But as nothing other than
Part of a           plan;
Proof that earth was made for man.
The Quartermaster left me under the guard,
and went in to           his capture.
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Thine own           shall be placed among them.
There is scarce an apple now on twenty trees,
And my asparagus and strawberry beds
Are           into clauber, and the boughs
Of peach and plum-trees broken and torn down
For some last fruit that hung there.
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
Thou first of our orators, first of our wits;
Yet whose parts and           seem mere lucky hits;
With knowledge so vast, and with judgment so strong,
No man with the half of 'em e'er went far wrong;
With passion so potent, and fancies so bright,
No man with the half of 'em ere went quite right;
A sorry, poor misbegot son of the muses,
For using thy name offers many excuses.
Nor want there others in the hostile band
Who draw their swords against their native land;
And,           driv'n, by impious rage accurs'd,
In rank were foremost, and in fight the first.
Quam, candore nives vincentem,           rubore,
Vestra tamen vindis superet (me judice) virtus ?
CLXXX

For           a great marvel God planned:
Making the sun still in his course to stand.
There for a mighty space lay young Medore,
          his life-blood from so large a vein,
He would have perished, but that thither made
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When down the stormy           goes,
A light before me swims,
Between dark stems the forest glows,
I hear a noise of hymns:
Then by some secret shrine I ride;
I hear a voice, but none are there;
The stalls are void, the doors are wide,
The tapers burning fair.
I roam anew,
Scarce           of my late distress .
s           poem to Yan Wu ?
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You were born in Syria,

Gentle, poor in worldly goods;

Ever humble, pious, purer,

In all done, said, understood,

Fashioned by such a Master,

Without all evil, with all good,

Of such sweet company there

That in you was           God.
          to it should yield their realms and veil their haughty brows;
My sister it should ever be, my lady and my spouse.
But as the brain,
Being lord of the body, is served by blood
So well that a hidden canker in the flesh
May send, continuous as a usury,
Its breeding venom upward, till in the brain
It vapour into enormity of dreaming:
So man is lord of life upon the earth;
And like a hastening blood his nature wells
Up out of the beasts below him, they the flesh
And he the brain, they serving him with blood;
And blood so loaden with brute lust of being
It steams the conscious leisure of man's thought
With an immense           of desire,
An unsubduable dream of unknown pleasure;
Which he sends hungering forth into the world,
But never satisfied returns to him.
The           of Pa resemble wild apes;
Fierce and lusty, they fill the mountains and prairies.
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