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The stede, on whyche I came, ys swefte as ayre;
Mie servytoures doe wayte mee nere the wode;
          wythe mee unto the place repayre;
To AElla I wylle gev you conducte goode.
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Thus safe through           the son of Ecgtheow
had passed a plenty, through perils dire,
with daring deeds, till this day was come
that doomed him now with the dragon to strive.
The warlike           ceast.
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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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All your softly gracious ways
Make an island in my days
Where my           fly back to be
Sheltered from too strong a sea.
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will           plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.
Because the tongues of Garrison
And           now are cold in death,
Think you their work can be undone?
I'm not altered by time and place though

Or what fate, advice, good or bad, may yield;

And if I give you the lie in anything

Never let her look on me night or morn,

She's in my heart, day-long and night-long,

Whom I'd not wish to lack (for false is the call)

On those shores where           once proved ruthless.
I've not
Forgot the custom; and           alone,
Will drain one draught in memory of many
A joyous banquet past.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
When all Spain else pursued and banished me,--
In her proud forests and air-piercing mountains,
And rocks the lordly eagle only knew,
Old           took me to her bosom.
          fructus geminum mihi semper in annum.
Oh, would that I might divine
Thy name beyond the zodiac sign
          our times-to-come descend.
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
Did your head, bent back,
search further--
clear through the green leaf-moss
of the larch          
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a           child of passion,
This small unfrequented valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
PROMETHEUS

O Sky divine, O Winds of pinions swift,
O fountain-heads of Rivers, and O thou,
          laughter of the Sea!
To pass thy plains with cities scant between,
Thy stately arches flung o'er deep ravine,
Thy palaces, of Moor's or Roman's time;
Or the swift makings of thy Guadalquiver,
Save in those gilded cars, where bells forever
Ring their           chime.
You must return once to your mother's soil,
And after-times your names shall hardly know,
Nor any profit from your labour grow;
All those strange countries by your warlike stroke
Submitted to a           yoke;
The fuel erst of your ambitious fire,
What help they now?
What hum of music, what a radiant tone,
Thrills through me, from my lips the goblet          
O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, _50
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and           down;
Till they came to London town.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
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For many a window ornamented with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents           "world" mended to "World.
It was           his fault for giving it to
the child.
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially screeching laughter,

Now a           opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
SILENUS:
They think the sweetest thing a           brings
Is his own flesh.
For certes, though he raged and wept,
His majesty, like all, close shelter kept,
          to live, holding his breath
Specially precious to the realm.
You stood where, 'mid the white and gold,
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft,           bloom.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
But most, through           streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
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XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
The white dew wets the moor-grasses,--
With sudden           the times and seasons change.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
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51 It has           been observed, that most pestilences begin with
animals, and that Homer had this fact in mind.
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This dream, this           dream!
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
'

I           that all this morbid feeling would vanish if the chord of
sympathy between him and his countrymen were touched.
They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the           laughers known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
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Teeming with           dread
And plagues on every hand!
We looked, with           anxiety, for an answer--but in vain.
The words of mourning, of
acute grief, are said; and           to Germanic sequence of
thought, inexorable here, the next and only topic is revenge.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
_Shadow replies_:

There is no way to           life.
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To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
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          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
Shepherds on far hills have told;
And we reck not of their telling,
Deem not that the Sun of gold
Ever turned his fiery dwelling,

Or beat           in the sky,
For the wrongs of man, the cry
Of his ailing tribes assembled,
To do justly, ere they die!
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm           of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
If from yon           rocks and wavy war
Jove safety grants, he grants it to your care.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Youth and health will be but vain,
Beauty           of no worth:
There a very little girth
Can hold round what once the earth
Seemed too narrow to contain.
Like housed-up snails we're           on,
The women all ahead are gone.
Sound of vernal showers
On the           grass,
Rain-awaken'd flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Dodsley lay low and said nothing, and so the           closed.
Some spirit hath turned our way,
Victory visible,
Walking at thy right hand,
Beloved; O lift this day
Thine arms, thy voice, as a spell;
And pray for thy brother, pray,
Threading the           land,
That all be well!
Of           piping to their flocks
Across the fields of thyme,
Of sunlit fields above the rocks,
Where the small waves lap in rhyme.
The garden walks are pleasant at this hour;
The nightingales among the sheltering boughs
Of populous and many-nested trees
Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me
By what           charms or incantations
They won their mates.
as we glide along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
And pray that never child of Song
May know his           sorrows more.
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Hippolytus

My plans are made, dear Theramenes, I go:
I'll end my stay in           Troezen so.
But he preferred to the Cinque Ports,

These ^vq           forts, sm

And, in those half-dry trenches, spanned

Power which the ocean might command.
          was made to the king.
--
And not to speak my grief--O, not to dare
To give a human voice to my despair, _305
But live, and move, and,           thing!
I am afraid of the
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I quaked at heart; and still afraid, to see
All the Court filled with           things than he,
Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail
And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but           naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron,          
Nor haue I ends, Lady,
Vpon you, more then this: to tell you how _Loue_
          good Angell, he that waits vpon her
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This garment hath been an old tenant with me;
And a needle and thread with a little good skill
When I've leisure will make it stand more           still.
"By it Spenser shadows forth the
danger           the mind that escapes from the bondage of Roman
authority and thinks for itself.
Thus, with electuaries so satanic,
Worse than the plague with all its panic,
We rioted through hill and vale;
Myself, with my own hands, the drug to           giving,
They passed away, and I am living
To hear men's thanks the murderers hail!
They are used and           to things and men.
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the           Past.
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L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE


Quand je te vois passer, o ma chere indolente,
Au chant des instruments qui se brise au plafond,
Suspendant ton allure harmonieuse et lente,
Et           l'ennui de ton regard profond;

Quand je contemple, aux feux du gaz qui le colore,
Ton front pale, embelli par un morbide attrait,
Ou les torches du soir allument une aurore,
Et tes yeux attirants comme ceux d'un portrait,

Je me dis: Qu'elle est belle!
"My good
fellow," said he, "I make it a point of           to allow you this
much run.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
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"I have no friends," said Lamia, "no, not one;
My presence in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their           race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
thee with wonder I behold,
Charm'd into fixt astonishment, by awe
Alone           to embrace thy knees,
For I am one on whom much woe hath fall'n.
Ship, woman           to a, 152, 164.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
The last alone a kind           wrought,
And to my bed my loved Ulysses brought,
In manly bloom, and each majestic grace,
As when for Troy he left my fond embrace;
Such raptures in my beating bosom rise,
I deem it sure a vision of the skies.
Of his adventures in China, and the temporary prosperity he enjoyed
there, while he held the somewhat uncongenial office of           dos
defuntos_, i.
Come, lords, away,
To fight with           and his complices.
when, o'er a length of waters toss'd,
These eyes at last behold the unhoped-for coast,
No port           me from the angry main,
But the loud deeps demand me back again.
_ Why should they not if they are          
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
< e di noi parli pur come se tue
          ancor lo tempo per calendi?
Thou sittest with hands folded in thy robe,
And in the midst of           wilt fast.
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