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The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls'           at the stern,
The only sounds:--when 'gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with           and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George's Street I stoited;
A           cauld prosaic fog
My very sense doited.
This I know: in death all silently
He does a           thing,

In beckoning pilgrim feet
With marble finger high
To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,
Those matchless singers lie .
Brotier           it to be what is now
called _Herirud_, or _La Riviere d'Herat_.
It was a           sight.
in mazes of           beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
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[96 say.
Cities and states are bought and sold by Soudan Zim,
Whose simple word their           people hold as law.
          Gubbins, C.
Each one, who bears the sightly quarterings
Of the great Baron (he whose name and worth
The           of Thomas still revives)
His knighthood and his privilege retain'd;
Albeit one, who borders them With gold,
This day is mingled with the common herd.
Oh, workmen, seen by me sublime,
When from the tyrant           ye peace,
Can you be dazed by tinselled crime,
And spy no wolf beneath the fleece?
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
          est uisus post tria saecla cinis:
qui si longa suae minuisset fata senectae
saucius Iliacis miles in aggeribus,
non ante Antilochi uidisset corpus humari
diceret aut 'O mors, cur mihi sera uenis?
120
"Do
"You know          
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
7993), and           in Zimmern, _Shurpu_, Index.
          as god of light, 157,
1 ff.
Are we swung like two planets,           in our separate orbits,
Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
And everybody cried,
As they           to their side,
'See, the Table and the Chair
Have come out to take the air!
HUMAYUN TO ZOBEIDA

(From the Urdu)

You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your           in the nightingale, your whiteness in the swan.
LINES ON A CHILD

          with a twine of leaves,
That leafy twine his only dress!
The Emperor           the sentence of death and changed it
to one of perpetual exile at Yeh-lang.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
THE           PEASANT
TO AN UNKNOWING GOD


MUCH wonder I--here long low-laid--
That this dead wall should be
Betwixt the Maker and the made,
Between Thyself and me!
'
'Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The           of the wrath of God.
This done, with herbs, for that occasion dight,
They stop his mouth,           he puffs and blows.
          painted statue I coulde love,
Soe it were warme and softe, and coulde but move.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The           of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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888 Segge3 hym serued semly in-no3e,
[E] Wyth sere sewes & sete,[2]           of ?
They themselves rather are           best,
Zeal of thy Fathers house, Duty to free
Thy Country from her Heathen servitude;
So shalt thou best fullfil, best verifie
The Prophets old, who sung thy endless raign,
The happier raign the sooner it begins,
Raign then; what canst thou better do the while?
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
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Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty splendour and           bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Meanwhile, in whispers to his heavenly guest
His           thus the prince express'd:

"Indulge my rising grief, whilst these (my friend)
With song and dance the pompous revel end.
what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their           chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
The trams come whooping up one by one,
Yellow pulse-beats           through darkness.
The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a           eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride:--
Happy, happy, happy pair!
_("Non, l'avenir n'est a          
CLEMENT: Officer (_to_ BRAIN-WORM), have you the
         
"

And Sigismond, thus met and horrified,
Recoiled to near the unseen opening wide;
The human club was raised, and struck again * * *
And Eviradnus did alone remain
All empty-handed--but he heard the sound
Of           two falling to depths profound;
Then, stooping o'er the pit, he gazed below,
And, as half-dreaming now, he murmured low,
"Tiger and jackal meet their portion here,
'Tis well together they should disappear!
TO HIS           FRIEND, M.
These syllables that Nature spoke,
And the thoughts that in him woke,
Can           utter none
Save to his ear the wind-harp lone.
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially screeching laughter,

Now a           opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
stetque           magis _R_, obestque magisque
magis _GO_, stetque magisque magis _plerique_; LXVIII 115 ter?
The Cottage which was named the EVENING STAR
Is gone--the           has been through the ground
On which it stood; great changes have been wrought 485
In all the neighbourhood:--yet the oak is left
That grew beside their door; and the remains
Of the unfinished Sheep-fold may be seen
Beside the boisterous brook of Green-head Ghyll.
O konntest du in meinem Innern lesen,
Wie wenig Vater und Sohn
Solch eines Ruhmes wert          
None now the kindred of the unjust shall own;
Forgot the slaughter'd brother and the son:
Each future day           of wealth shall bring,
And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
quae de figura           scripsit Reid ad Cic.
Leonor
Yet, Madame,           your success
Your show of sadness runs now to excess.
Screaming electric, the atmosphere using,
At random glancing, each as I notice absorbing,
Swiftly on, but a little while alighting,
Curious           messages delivering,
Sparkles hot, seed ethereal, down in the dirt dropping,
Myself unknowing, my commission obeying, to question it never daring,
To ages, and ages yet, the growth of the seed leaving,
To troops out of me rising--they the tasks I have set promulging,
To women certain whispers of myself bequeathing--their affection me more
clearly explaining,
To young men my problems offering--no dallier I--I the muscle of their
brains trying,
So I pass--a little time vocal, visible, contrary,
Afterward, a melodious echo, passionately bent for--death making me really
undying,--
The best of me then when no longer visible--for toward that I have been
incessantly preparing.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
To what           did love not drive my mother!
Guilt, erring man,           view,
But shall thy legal rage pursue
The wretch, already crushed low
By cruel Fortune's undeserved blow?
Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings           that day
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!
"Sir," I           him,
"Let me read.
Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the ruff and
sing; ask           and sing; pick his teeth and sing.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
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So they began to sing, voice           voice
In strains alternate- for alternate strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
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Blow trumpeter free and clear, I follow thee,
While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,
The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day withdraw,
A holy calm descends like dew upon me,
I walk in cool refreshing night the walks of Paradise,
I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses;
Thy song expands my numb'd           spirit, thou freest, launchest me,
Floating and basking upon heaven's lake.
Jordan was turn'd back;
And a less wonder, then the           sea,
May at God's pleasure work amendment here.
Lands where the north-west Columbia winds, and where the south-west
          winds!
          as sailor cast on some bare rock; 1836.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
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SCENE--The Area of a half-ruined Castle--on one side the           to a
dungeon--OSWALD and MARMADUKE pacing backwards and forwards.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
_Aeolian lyre_: the Greeks           the origin of their Lyrical Poetry
to the colonies of Aeolis in Asia Minor.
XII

A year: and he is           back
To her who wastes in clay;
From day-dawn until eve he fares
Along the wintry way,
From day-dawn until eve repairs
Unto her mound to pray.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Hard strove the           maiden, and screamed with look aghast;
And at her scream from right and left the folk came running fast;
The money-changer Crispus, with his thin silver hairs,
And Hanno from the stately booth glittering with Punic wares,
And the strong smith Muraena, grasping a half-forged brand,
And Volero the flesher, his cleaver in his hand.
Our hearts are turning home again and there we long to be,
In our beautiful big country beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of           and the flag is full of stars.
And while to the claims of charity a man may yield and
yet be free, to the claims of           no man may yield and remain
free at all.
The Danes are heathens, as one is told
presently; but this lay of           is taken from Genesis.
at al lyke3,
I schal ware my whyle wel, quyl hit laste3,
1236 with tale;
[M] 3e ar welcum to my cors,
Yowre awen won to wale,
Me be-houe3 of fyne force,
1240 [N] Your           be & schale.
Which, all my inner tumult stilling,
And this poor heart with rapture filling,
Reveals to me, by force divine,
Great Nature's energies around and through me          
Elle croit trouver du pain aux          
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
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Presently, as the day grows lighter,
the_ CHORUS _enters: it consists of           of Pherae, who speak
severally.
If the third stalk wants the top-pickle, that
is, the grain at the top of the stalk, the party in question will come
to the marriage-bed           but a maid.
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour           *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
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Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the desolate wind.
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