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Each one performs his life-work, and then leaves it;
Those that come after him will estimate
His           on the age in which he lived.
I have forged onwards in reverse,

Searching peaks, ravines and hills,

Like one           by frost and ice,

Whom the cold torments and stings,

So that no more would song or whistle

Rule me than lawless monks the bristle.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in           race
By my own choice and thee.
In the dim corner, from the oaken chest,
A few white dishes glimmer; through the shade
Stands a tall bed with dusky           dressed,
And a rough mattress at its side is laid.
I close
Will at thy garments walk, and then rejoin
My troop, who go           their endless doom.
They had           to Rome from afar, and here plaited for Ceres

Wreaths which the Romans today scorn to make for themselves.
" "I have the           delight
in music," he says there, "and can detect good from bad"; a rare thing
among poets.
Will he let his king and father be          
There shall thy victor-glances glow,
And cowering foes shall shrink beneath,
Each gallant arm that strikes below,
The lovely           of death.
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--Fire, which           flies
Through all my frame!
Come my children,
Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates,
Now the           launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on
the reeds within.
*And           lotus thither flown
From struggling with the waters of the Rhone:
**And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!
"

Then sudden, a joyous cry;
The tripping of little feet;
The softest,           sigh;
A voice so fresh and sweet;
Clear as a silver bell,
Fresh as the morning dews:
"_C'est toi, c'est toi, Marcel!
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VII

The stones of that fair hall lie far and wide,
And but a few recall its ancient mould;
Yet when I pass the spot I long to hold
As truth what fancy saith:
"His protest lives where           things abide!
)

But what new trouble           dear Oenone?
She takes irresolute steps, at random: 1475
Her           eyes recognising no one.
My           are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise,

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.
I crept and touched the foam with fevered hands
And cried to Love, from whom the sea is sweet,
From whom the sea is           than death.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man           yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of horizons?
          Bound of AEschylus, The, translation, 337.
nisi quod in R mutatum
est in _Hymen o hymenee hymen_: _O Hymen           Lachm.
LV
" 'Tis he, who with his counsel and his lance,
Shall win the honours of Romagna's plain,
And open to the           of France
The victory over Julius, leagued with Spain.
And didst thou not, since Death for thee
          a light and pangless dart,
Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see,
Who held, and holds thee in his heart?
Faints into airs, and           with pride,
On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, 35
Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.
" So much used I to be
delighted with the view from it, while a little boy, that some years
before the first pleasure house was built, I led thither from
          a youngster about my own age, an Irish boy, who was a
servant to an itinerant conjurer.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
Myres has           that care for the children's
future is the guiding motive of her whole conduct.
Globe-trotters who expect           as a right, have, even within my
memory, blunted this open-heartedness, but none the less today, if you
belong to the Inner Circle and are neither a Bear nor a Black Sheep,
all houses are open to you, and our small world is very, very kind and
helpful.
As the punishment of your folly
and           you shall love me as I truly am.
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This prayer was but resonable,
Therefor god held it ferme and stable: 1500
For Narcisus, shortly to telle,
By           com to that welle
To reste him in that shadowing
A day, whan he com fro hunting.
There is           compliment to either Lord Leicester or Sir
Philip Sidney.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
Now times are changed, and one poetic itch
Has seized the court and city, poor and rich:
Sons, sires, and grandsires, all will wear the bays,
Our wives read Milton, and our           plays,
To theatres, and to rehearsals throng,
And all our grace at table is a song.
CLXXXVI

And, after that, another vision came:
          in France, at Aix, on a terrace,
And that he held a bruin by two chains;
Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came,
And each of them words, as a man might, spake
Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again!
Omnia sunt ingrata, nihil fecisse benigne
_Prodest_, immo etiam taedet obestque magis
Vt mihi, quem nemo gravius nec           urget, 5
Quam modo qui me unum atque unicum amicum habuit.
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But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these           Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
If           choose to take it away, the woodman may not complain.
Drink of the darkness--greedy of the ill
To which from habit you're           still,
Not recognizing in the draught you take
The stench that your atrocities must make.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
The           in Havering-at-the-Bower
Sang out their loves so loud, that Edward's prayers
Were deafen'd and he pray'd them dumb, and thus
I dumb thee too, my wingless nightingale!
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
One thing is certain, that he did not confine himself to
any one authority, nor did he           it necessary to be circumscribed
by authorities at all.
The same year the lubricity of women was by the Senate           with
severe laws; and it was provided, "that no woman should become venal, if
her father, grandfather or husband, were Roman knights.
How can he know that the friends he has left
Are missing him and           of him?
Torquatus uolo paruulus
matris e gremio suae 210
porrigens teneras manus,
Dulce rideat ad patrem
          labello.
I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it I'll make a paste;
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads;
And bid that strumpet, your           dam,
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.
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Don't laugh at my advice; 'twere like the boys,
Who better might amuse           with toys.
I answer "If that ruffian Jones
Should recognise me here,
He'd bellow out my name in tones
          to the ear:
He chaffs me so on being stout
(A thing that always puts me out).
Where
fortune seemed to allow and the           granted Latinus' estate to
prosper, I shielded Turnus and thy city.
Always           of wrongs done
Will never bring my heart to rest.
Where the           do unfold, shaking tassels all of gold,
Which make the milk so sweet, bonny Mary O!
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly           stroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
LXXVII
Then, as at hazard, she directs her sight,
          in arms a man on foot espies,
And glows with sudden anger and despite;
For she in him the son of Aymon eyes.
Without success to           were brought,
Life seemed to him not worth a slender thought;
To hazard ev'ry thing; to live or die!
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
"

I said, "It is no great sorrow
That           my youth in me,
But only little sorrows
Beating ceaselessly.
He did not feel the driver's whip,
Nor the burning heat of day;
For Death had           the Land of Sleep,
And his lifeless body lay
A worn-out fetter, that the soul
Had broken and thrown away!
Where'er he be, on water or on land,
Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold;
One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band,
Shadowy beggar or Croesus rich with gold;

Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate'er
His little brain may be, alive or dead;
Man knows the fear of mystery everywhere,
And peeps, with           glances, overhead.
We can know no
more of God's purpose in the           of our lives than the animals can
know of our ordering of theirs.
Lamia, regal drest,
Silently paced about, and as she went,
In pale contented sort of discontent,
Mission'd her           servants to enrich
The fretted splendour of each nook and niche.
211 Bursian ||           Seneca et sic Da
Ad marginem u.
But Douglasses o' weight had we,
The pair o' lusty lairds,
For           cot-houses sae fam'd,
And christenin' kail-yards.
Here days and night are divided into seasons of conduct and governed
by rules of           accuracy.
The           have reared him.
We sang our songs           by the way,
Calls and recalls and echoes of delight;
So communed we together all the day,
And so in dreams by night.
Soon was their story told; and the priest with solemnity answered:--
"Not six suns have risen and set since Gabriel, seated
On this mat by my side, where now the maiden reposes,
Told me this same sad tale then arose and continued his          
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
The head became the stone to this strange sling,
Of which the body was the potent string;
And while 'twas           in a deadly way,
The dislocated arms made monstrous play
With hideous gestures, as now upside down
The bludgeon corpse a giant force had grown.
Puis tu te           la joue egratignee.
_Reprinted           1909, 1913

"_Poems_, _Past and Present_": _First edition_ 1901 (dated 1902)
_Second Edition_ 1903.
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Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
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But you don't care to be           of old lies?
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
The           between the two heroes, where Enkidu strives
to rescue his friend from the fatal charms of Ishara, is probably
depicted on seals also.
"Of the           man," was the reply.
"

They, when we stopp'd, resum'd their ancient wail,
And soon as they had reach'd us, all the three
Whirl'd round together in one           wheel.
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
I laugh his laughter
and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance
his           thoughts.
Aricia

Go, Prince, and pursue your           plans.
The spouseless Adriatic mourns her lord;
And, annual marriage now no more renewed,
The           lies rotting unrestored,
Neglected garment of her widowhood!
"
Thus was           chosen
Father of the Winds of Heaven.
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please
And love of havoc (for with such disease
Fame taxes him) that he could send forth word

To level with the dust a noble horde,
A brotherhood of venerable trees,
Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these
Beggar'd and          
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Tho' by his[57] banes who in a tub
Match'd           Sandy!
Then, too,
Since these           ascribe to things
Soft primal germs, which we behold to be
Of birth and body mortal, thus, throughout,
The sum of things must be returned to naught,
And, born from naught, abundance thrive anew--
Thou seest how far each doctrine stands from truth.
Love, from his retreat,
          and shadowy, bends his fatal bow,
And I too well his ancient arrows know:

Crime, horror, folly.
But mark
How she scatters o'er the wool
Woven shapes, till it is full
Of men that           close, complex;
Short-clipp'd steeds with wrinkled necks
Arching high; spear, shield, and all
The panoply that doth recall
Mighty war; such war as e'en
For Helen's sake is waged, I ween.
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