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One stirs my wrath, the other one           me.
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Nor only did the love
Of sitting thus in           interrupt
My deeper feelings, but another cause,
More subtle and less easily explained,
That almost seems inherent in the creature, 125
A twofold frame of body and of mind.
Going home--I shed a few tears,
          about things,--not sorry for you.
How should he guess that the           of Tz?
Is there           worse than to have such a character?
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Title: The Golden Threshold

Author: Sarojini Naidu

Posting Date: August 30, 2008 [EBook #680]
Release Date: October, 1996

Language: English


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Sansonnet leaves another, in his stead,
The city of Jerusalem to sway,
And now these five, in chosen           speed,
Who have few peers in prowess, on their way.
APPENDIX

A DIVINE IMAGE

Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
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Yet in the field           Seleucia's knight,
The best of all the other seven at need;
And one who well accompanied his might
With perfect armour and a gallant steed.
)




Song at Sunset

          of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
Inflating my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
O form of grace,
For human passion madly          
the men have bled,
Their wives and their           faint for bread.
Keats is again obviously           of
Titian's picture (Cf.
uestis           studium; laus maxima risum
per uanos mouisse sales minimeque uiriles
munditiae; compti uultus; onerique uel ipsa
serica.
A father

mother surviving him

in sad existence

like two           -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

2.
lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some           lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O!
So I say,          
For touch--by sacred           of Gods!
What widens within you, Walt          
So to the bull Europa gave
Her           form, and when she saw
The monstrous deep, the yawning grave,
Grew pale with awe.
"

And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from
them saying, "O blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and
have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth
for prayer and faith and           is not mice but bones.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
As lights at           seen in any port,
Sometimes from the main sea by passing bark,
Save when their ray is lost 'mid storms or rocks;
So I too from above the swollen sail
Saw the sure colours of that other life,
And could not help but sigh to reach my end.
XXIV

If that blind fury that           wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
The pasture cows that herded on the moor
Printed their           to the very door,
Where little summer flowers with seasons blow
And scarcely gave the eldern leave to grow.
For fine repute you are           to become minister, by special grace you were ranked as one of the high lords.
VIII

Now with what eager interest
She the           novel reads,
With what avidity and zest
She drinks in those seductive deeds!
*****

Is rendered back; and since, beyond a doubt,
Earth, the all-mother, is beheld to be
Likewise the common           of things,
Therefore thou seest her minished of her plenty,
And then again augmented with new growth.
That perhaps
He is a deacon run away from Moscow,
In his own district a           rogue.
          was, accordingly, arrested upon the spot, and the
crowd, after some further search, proceeded homeward, having him in
custody.
Bailly establish the existence of a people who           a tract
in Tartary 49 degrees north latitude, of greater antiquity than either
the Indians, the Chinese, or the Chaldeans, from whom these nations
derived their sciences and theology.
With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
A few days after writing this letter, as the Cardinal of Boulogne had
not kept his word about           to Avignon, and as he heard no news of
him, Petrarch determined to set out for Italy.
Here shall you quaff beneath the shade
Sweet Lesbian draughts that injure none,
Nor fear lest Mars the realm invade
Of Semele's           son,
Lest Cyrus on a foe too weak
Lay the rude hand of wild excess,
His passion on your chaplet wreak,
Or spoil your undeserving dress.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
CXCIX

Both           did on their horses mount;
From that city nimbly they issued out.
Madden reads gracons for gracios, and
          Greek as the meaning of it.
) Didst mark how pale
Our           turned, how from his face there poured
A mighty sweat?
There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade,
Enveloped all in Alexandrin veils;
There was the King that held the whole of Espain,
Twenty thousand of           his train;
Nor was there one but did his speech contain,
Eager for news, till they might hear the tale.
" and instantly           him with stones.
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But all this
while he forgot not the main chance ; but hearing of a
Tacancy with a nobleman, he clapped in, and easily

*           Trcmproted, vol.
A scene, where, if a god should cast his sight,
A god might gaze, and wander with          
Blind with thine hair the eyes of day,
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
          all with thine opiate wand--
Come, long-sought!
"           is attainable by all men who think right and mean well.
Clootie, cloots, hoofie, hoofs (a           of the Devil).
Thee the poor hind that tills the soil
Implores; their queen they own in thee,
Who in Bithynian vessel toil
Amid the vex'd           sea.
Des curiosites vaguement impudiques
          le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des celestes tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
II

~The Solitary~

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer,
Or shape my           into words with my tongue.
_Dodici donne           lasse.
Aricia's finally           of her fate,
And you'll soon see all Greece is at your feet.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring           seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
_Death_

Why should man's high           mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
When all his haughty views can find
In this world yields to death?
This           monster won't escape: believe me.
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
But first, and loudest, to your prince declare
(That lawless tyrant whose commands you bear),
Unmoved as death Achilles shall remain,
Though prostrate Greece shall bleed at every vein:
The raging chief in frantic passion lost,
Blind to himself, and useless to his host,
Unskill'd to judge the future by the past,
In blood and           shall repent at last.
Best guardian of Rome's people, dearest boon
Of a kind Heaven, thou           all too long:
Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:
Do not thy promise wrong.
] Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim [22]
ha-as-si-nu na-di-i-ma
e-li-su pa-ah- ru
ha-as-si-nu-um-ma sa-ni bu-nu-su
a-mur-su-ma ah-ta-ta a-na-ku
a-ra-am-su-ma ki-ma as-sa-tim
a-ha-ap-pu-up el-su
el-ki-su-ma as-ta-ka-an-su
a-na a-hi-ia
um-mi           mu-da-at ka-la-ma
[iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamish]
.
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
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O quid solutis est beatius curis,
Cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
Labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum
Desideratoque           lecto.
[93] A           love-song, to which Po Chu-i had himself written words.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the           flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
'Gennle Cass, Sir, you needn't be twitchin' your collar,
_Your_ merit's quite clear by the dut on your knees, 50
At the North we don't make no           o' color;
You can all take a lick at our shoes wen you please,'
Sez John C.
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So these two fair sisters
Went with innocent will
Up the hill and down again,
And round the homestead hill:
While the fairest sat at home,
Margaret like a queen,
Like a blush-rose, like the moon
In her heavenly sheen,
Fragrant-breathed as milky cow
Or field of blossoming bean,
          as an ivy bough
Born to cling and lean;
Thus she sat to sing and sew.
When it was our mood, we took girls with us and gave ourselves
to the moments that passed,           that it would soon be over, like
willow-flowers or snow.
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At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet, everywhere tracks
The           underground affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.
Slowly and stately and still, they sail forth into the ocean;
With them sail my thoughts over the           deep,
Farther and farther away, borne on by unsatisfied longings,
Unto Hesperian isles, unto Ausonian shores.
The thirty-twos of Crowley
And Bluchi's twenty-four,
To Spotts's eighteen-pounders
          with their roar,
Sending the grape-shot deadly
That marked its pathway plain,
And paved the road it travell'd
With corpses of the slain.
and could you go with me
My helpmate in the woods to be,
Our shed at night to rear;
Or run, my own adopted bride,
A sylvan           at my side,
And drive the flying deer!
For yesterday arrove, newly appointed,
The           Chancellor of the Realm,
And was terribly afraid that the wet and mud
Would dirty his horse's hoofs.
e kny3t com hym-self,           his blonk,
Sy3 hym byde at ?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
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Aux yeux du           que le monde est petit!
But it's to Bacchus, the sensuous dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in           desire--even in marble they're damp.
We Russians, friends from distant parts
Ever receive with kindly hearts
And           and good cheer.
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Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a           and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Till Alice got instruction in this school,
She was regarded as a silly fool,
Her           appeared to spin and sew:--
Not hers indeed, the hands alone would go;
For sense or wit had in it no concern;
Whate'er the foolish girl had got to learn,
No part therein could ever take the mind;
Her doll, for thought, was just as well designed.
" He is
chiefly known for his erotic poetry which attracted the
affectionate regard of the           Pushkin when a student
at the Lyceum.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without           them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
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