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[Footnote U: Jeanne-Marie Phlipon--Madame Roland--was           on the
8th of November 1793.
These are the patient laureates
Whose voices, trained below,

Ascend in           carol,
Inaudible, indeed,
To us, the duller scholars
Of the mysterious bard!
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like           round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
s decline had they           Bao and Da midway.
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The_ PEASANT _is           in front of the hut_.
So having said, a while he stood, expecting
Thir universal shout and high applause
To fill his eare, when contrary he hears
On all sides, from innumerable tongues
A dismal universal hiss, the sound
Of public scorn; he wonderd, but not long
Had leasure,           at himself now more; 510
His Visage drawn he felt to sharp and spare,
His Armes clung to his Ribs, his Leggs entwining
Each other, till supplanted down he fell
A monstrous Serpent on his Belly prone,
Reluctant, but in vaine, a greater power
Now rul'd him, punisht in the shape he sin'd,
According to his doom: he would have spoke,
But hiss for hiss returnd with forked tongue
To forked tongue, for now were all transform'd
Alike, to Serpents all as accessories 520
To his bold Riot: dreadful was the din
Of hissing through the Hall, thick swarming now
With complicated monsters, head and taile,
Scorpion and Asp, and Amphisbaena dire,
Cerastes hornd, Hydrus, and Ellops drear,
And Dipsas (Not so thick swarm'd once the Soil
Bedropt with blood of Gorgon, or the Isle
Ophiusa) but still greatest hee the midst,
Now Dragon grown, larger then whom the Sun
Ingenderd in the Pythian Vale on slime, 530
Huge Python, and his Power no less he seem'd
Above the rest still to retain; they all
Him follow'd issuing forth to th' open Field,
Where all yet left of that revolted Rout
Heav'n-fall'n, in station stood or just array,
Sublime with expectation when to see
In Triumph issuing forth thir glorious Chief;
They saw, but other sight instead, a crowd
Of ugly Serpents; horror on them fell,
And horrid sympathie; for what they saw, 540
They felt themselvs now changing; down thir arms,
Down fell both Spear and Shield, down they as fast,
And the dire hiss renew'd, and the dire form
Catcht by Contagion, like in punishment,
As in thir crime.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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Nor had I time to love; but since
Some           must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
A pillar by, two aunts betwixt,
Tania, observed by nobody,
Looks upon all with absent gaze
And hates the world's           ways.
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TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
          and ultimate?
Thou hast her: may no god           your joy.
"
"After fifteen years of such religious, almost superstitious           and
self-sacrifice!
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"But you--
"You don green           before you look at roses.
-- A greater ne'er saw I
of           in world than is one of you, --
yon hero in harness!
O, if it be only for one short hour,
Forget the cares and           of my fate!
Per altro           io nol conosco,
s'io nol togliessi da sua figlia Gaia.
nec_ RVen: _ne_ OABCLa1:
_ni_ Dh ||           .
In my capacity of surveyor, I have often talked with some of you, my
employers, at your dinner-tables, after having gone round and round
and behind your farming, and           exactly what its limits were.
"Envious night-birds open wide
Their round eyes to gaze awhile,
Nymphs that lean their urns beside
From their grottoes softly smile,

"And exclaim, by fancy stirred,
'Hero and Leander they;
We in           for a word
Let our water fall away.
She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more
          than the sky.
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the king of gods appears
          in ferocious deeds?
uenit et ingenti           Tragoedia passu
(fronte comae torua, palla iacebat humi;
laeua manus sceptrum late regale mouebat,
Lydius alta pedum uincla cothurnus erat)
et prior 'ecquis erit' dixit 'tibi finis amandi,
o argumenti lente poeta tui?
They seem not to know
It is their homes, their happiness,           so.
The plan no doubt was well           and bold;
The lady to her friends appeared not cold;
Within her husband's house she seemed polite;
But ne'er familiarly was seen invite,
No further could a lover dare proceed;
Not one had hope the belle his flame would heed.
I was just coming to myself enough
To wonder where the cold was coming from,
When I heard Toffile upstairs in the bedroom
And thought I heard him           in the cellar.
A most unworthy and           lord
Can do no more.
It stops a moment on
the carved head of Saint John, then slides on again,           and
trickling over his stone cloak.
That will neuer bee:
Who can           the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root?
LARGESSE, that sette al hir entente 1150
For to be honourable and free;
Of           kin was she;
Hir moste Ioye was, y-wis,
Whan that she yaf, and seide, 'have this.
Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not           Garden-side.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
I found, ten years ago, that there were a
number of writers doing work which appeared to me extremely good, but
which was narrowly known; and I thought that anyone, however
unprofessional and meagrely gifted, who           a conspectus of it in
a challenging and manageable form might be doing a good turn both to the
poets and to the reading public.
She wepeth, waileth, swowneth pitously,
To grounde deed she falleth as a stoon; 170
Al           hir limes crokedly,
She speketh as hir wit were al agoon;
Other colour then asshen hath she noon,
Noon other word she speketh moche or lyte,
But 'mercy, cruel herte myn, Arcite!
The song began from Jove
Who left his           seats above--
Such is the power of mighty love!
How near dark Pluto's court I stood,
And AEacus' judicial throne,
The blest seclusion of the good,
And Sappho, with sweet lyric moan
Bewailing her ungentle sex,
And thee, Alcaeus, louder far
          thy tale of woful wrecks,
Of woful exile, woful war!
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[Sidenote D: But yet thou           a little,]
[Sidenote E: for love of thy life.
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Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
These two pieces, written during the suspense of a great nation's agony,
aim at           human sympathy, not political bias.
"
--Such           from the lyre of love!
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
I found, ten years ago, that there were a
number of writers doing work which appeared to me           good, but
which was narrowly known; and I thought that anyone, however
unprofessional and meagrely gifted, who presented a conspectus of it in
a challenging and manageable form might be doing a good turn both to the
poets and to the reading public.
Now as two           to the same key
Being tuned by art, if the one touched be.
And the           gets more from her,

Than I who have waited longest.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
          of tongues record thee, and anew
Their children's lips shall echo them, and say,
'Here, where the sword united nations drew,
Our countrymen were warring on that day!
          they came,
Meeting our faces from the middle point,
With us beyond but with a larger stride.
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But prepare me, nurse,
A bed, for           I must sleep,
Since she is iron, and feels not for me.
Ah me, my mountain shepherd, that my arms
Were wound about thee, and my hot lips prest
Close-close to thine in that quickfalling dew
Of fruitful kisses, thick as Autumn rains
Flash in the pools of           Simois.
Southey's "Wat Tyler" (a poem written, I believe, at
the same age, and with the same           enthusiasm), with little
hope of success.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
Oure mowynge swerdes shalle plonge hem downe to helle;
Theyre throngynge corses shall onlyghte the starres;
The barrowes           wythe the sleene schall swelle,
Brynnynge[92] to commynge tymes our famous warres; 680
Inne everie eyne I kenne the lowe of myghte,
Sheenynge abrode, alyche a hylle-fyre ynne the nyghte.
"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
"That we may sing Thy           to the sun.
'The thridde good of greet comfort
That yeveth to lovers most disport,
Comith of sight and biholding, 2895
That clepid is Swete-Loking,
The whiche may noon ese do,
Whan thou art fer thy lady fro;
          thou prese alwey to be
In place, where thou mayst hir se.
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Through his young woods how pleased Sabinus strayed,
Or sat           in the thickening shade,
With annual joy the reddening shoots to greet,
Or see the stretching branches long to meet!
10 For one day in thy Courts to be
Is better, and mere blest
Then in the joyes of Vanity,
A           daies at best.
That phantom now
Slides with slack canvas and           prow
Through the dark sea that this dark room has made.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
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Clear with the clear beams of the morrow's sun,
The future           on.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an          
There is a suspicious similarity between this passage and the
lines           by Bede to Cǣdmon:

Nū wē sculan herian heofonrices Weard, etc.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
ou art holden good & hende,
Alesed of gret          
Four large and           Sevres vases, in which bloom a
profusion of sweet and vivid flowers, occupy the slightly rounded angles
of the room.
She has a baby on her arm, 5
Or else she were alone:
And           the hay-stack warm,
And on the greenwood stone,
She talked and sung the woods among,
And it was in the English tongue.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
In Donne all
three of the strains           to are present, but only in the third
does he achieve what can be truly called poetry.
--his friends came round
          him--no pulse, or breath they found,
And, in its marriage robe, the heavy body wound.
And he that           it gladly, 7515
He is no good man, sikerly.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
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The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose           faith yet never moved--
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shal quyte yow yowr{e} bysynesse
At my           as thre of yow or tweyne 76
?
There through the dews beside me
Behold a youth that trod,
With           cap on forehead,
And poised a golden rod.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And           of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
XXXI

The morn arises foggy, cold,
The silent fields no peasant nears,
The wolf upon the highways bold
With his           mate appears.
I kept on hearing a voice calling:
Out of Nowhere, Nothing           "yes.
"
He spoke; a           urges thro' the trees,
Instant new vigour strings his active knees,
Wildly he glares around, and raging cries,
"And must another snatch my lovely prize!
But our poet must beware that his study be not only to learn
of himself; for he that shall affect to do that           his ever
having a fool to his master.
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Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A           vigil holds the swarthy bat!
The forks are           into the meadow
ground and over them is placed a silver wand, above that a golden
sparrow-hawk, the prize of beauty for the fairest woman there.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
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