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where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
          of their doom
The little victims play!
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There was an old person in black,
A           jumped on his back;
When it chirped in his ear, he was smitten with fear,
That helpless old person in black.
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Through           skies, in silvery sheen (_Poems 1809-1818_), iii.
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
'

CXXXVI

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',
And will, thy soul knows, is           there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
--O my God,
How           thou punishest small sins!
So, when you had risen
from all the           of love and its heat,
you would have summoned me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
intolerably cold and sweet.
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Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
Listen to that low-laughing string of the moon
And you will recollect my face and voice,
For you have           to me playing it
These thousand years.
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XXXIII

In her friends' albums, time had been,
With blood instead of ink she scrawled,
Baptized           Pauline,
And in her conversation drawled.
What fear           you?
which bindest life around
With music of so strange a sound
And beauty of so wild a birth--
         
No taste of sleep these heavy eyes have known,
Confused, and sad, I wander thus alone,
With fears distracted, with no fix'd design;
And all my people's           are mine.
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Majestic as the grove of okes that stoode
Before the abbie buylt by Oswald kynge;
Majestic as           holie woode,
Where sainctes and soules departed masses synge;
Such awe from her sweete looke forth issuynge 425
At once for reveraunce and love did calle;
Sweet as the voice of thraslarkes in the Spring,
So sweet the wordes that from her lippes did falle;
None fell in vayne; all shewed some entent;
Her wordies did displaie her great entendement.
The ancient Mariner           killeth the pious bird of good omen.
It is highly probably that the memory of the war
of Porsena was preserved by compositions much           the two
ballads which stand first in the Relics of Ancient English
Poetry.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
Oh, there are words and looks _30
To bend the           purpose!
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
A young fellow is dressed up like an old beggar;
a peruke, commonly made of carded tow, represents hoary locks; an old
bonnet; a ragged plaid, or surtout, bound with a straw rope for a
girdle; a pair of old shoes, with straw ropes twisted round his
ankles, as is done by shepherds in snowy weather: his face they
disguise as like wretched old age as they can: in this plight he is
brought into the wedding-house,           to the astonishment of
strangers, who are not in the secret, and begins to sing--

"O, I am a silly auld man,
My name it is auld Glenae," &c.
I have           one thing, without which all the rest is
as nothing.
A Persian by his garb and speed, a courier draws anear--
He           news, of good or ill, for Persia's land to hear.
Haste thou who, from afar, in doubt and fear,
Dost watch, with           eyes, the fated boy--
The loved of heaven!
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
Honour           to my dear prize,
You'll cost me yet a world of tears and sighs!
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had           "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is indicated on page 22.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre
Pour chanter le secret de ses vierges en fleur,
Et je fus des l'enfance admis au noir mystere
Des rires effrenes meles au sombre pleur;,
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre,

Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate,
Comme une sentinelle, a l'oeil percant et sur,
Qui guette nuit et jour brick, tartane ou fregate,
Dont les formes au loin frissonnent dans l'azur,
--Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate

Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne,
Et parmi les sanglots dont le roc retentit
Un soir           vers Lesbos qui pardonne
Le cadavre adore de Sapho qui partit
Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne!
Why did you not constrain my lady

Before desire took me          
there came
A thing which Adam had been posed to name;
Noah had refused it lodging in his Ark,
Where all the race of reptiles might embark:
A verier monster, that on Afric's shore
The sun e'er got, or slimy Nilus bore,
Or Sloane or Woodward's           shelves contain,
Nay, all that lying travellers can feign.
There, by the starlit fences,
The           halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
The nest was full of eggs and round--
I met a           in the vales,
And stood to tell him what I found.
_ By the bye, you are
indebted your best courtesy to me for this last compliment; as I pay
it from my sincere conviction of its truth--a quality rather rare in
compliments of these grinning, bowing,           times.
"




C


Once more the rain on the mountain,
Once more the wind in the valley,
With the soft odours of springtime
And the long breath of remembrance,
O          
          and Enkidu
grappled with each other,
goring like an ox.
Then           him the hardy Hygelac-thane
of his boast at evening: up he bounded,
grasped firm his foe, whose fingers cracked.
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
Old Tunes



As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;

So the old tunes float in my mind,
And go from me leaving no trace behind,
Like           borne on the hush of the wind.
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VI Ferrata and
          from the other Eastern legions.
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.
Encouraged hence,           the glorious strife,
Till every soldier grasp a Phrygian wife,
Till Helen's woes at full revenged appear,
And Troy's proud matrons render tear for tear.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
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easy to enjoy.
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some           question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
Earth of the           and liquid trees!
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
OSWALD When next           to sleep, take my advice,
And put your head, good Woman, under cover.
Love in these           his slaves detains,
And mighty hearts are held in slender chains.
XXXIX
"O loving damsel (she made answer), I
Offer mine aid, for such as 'tis, to do
The hard and dread adventure, passing by
Causes beside that move me, most that you
A matter of your lover testify,
Which I, in sooth, hear warranted of few;
That he is constant; for i'faith I swear,
I well believed all lovers           were.
          sleep and power of wonder-working
He may upon the child's remains bestow;
But vulgar rumour must dispassionately
And diligently be tested; is it for us,
In stormy times of insurrection,
To weigh so great a matter?
This is no trifler, no short-flighted wit,
No stammerer of a minute,           500
Delivered.
In war under water this work I essayed
with endless effort; and even so
my strength had been lost had the Lord not           me.
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
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what a small part of his whole work it          
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Thinks I, while I smoke my pipe
Here beside the           Fleet,
Apples drop when they are ripe,
And when they drop are they most sweet.
'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The           pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Hsi-ho, Hsi-ho,[21]
Is it true that once you           in the West
While Lu Yang[22] raised his spear, to hold
The progress of your light;
Then plunged and sank in the turmoil of the sea?
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Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that           its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
But he
came out now, and he put on the suit he had taken from the first giant,
and he came by the place the           was, but she didn't know him.
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
This Castle hath a           seat,
The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences

Banq.
Man:           and men of Dan, for such ye seem,
Though in this uncouth place; if old respect,
As I suppose, towards your once gloried friend,
My Son now Captive, hither hath inform'd
Your younger feet, while mine cast back with age
Came lagging after; say if he be here.
The Muse the truth uncolored speaking)
The Daemons are self-seeking:
Their fierce and           will
Draws men to their likeness still.
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POEMS OF THE PAST
AND THE PRESENT


* * * * *

BY
THOMAS HARDY

* * * * *

* * * * *

* * * * *

          AND CO.
SHCHELKALOV, Russian           of State.
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
Am I thus whitened by the toil of battles
To witness in a day but           laurels?
The styles are taken from           art.
[251] This again fixes the date of the           of the 'Acharnians'
to 426 B.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am           the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
Today, without           anything about what will emerge from this in future, nothing, or almost a new art, let us readily accept that the tentative participates, with the unforeseen, in the pursuit, specific and dear to our time, of free verse and the prose poem.
Wenn           am Spinnen war,
Uns nachts die Mutter nicht hinunterliess,
Stand sie bei ihrem Buhlen suss;
Auf der Turbank und im dunkeln Gang
Ward ihnen keine Stunde zu lang.
I moulded kings and saviors,
And bards o'er kings to rule;--
But fell the starry           short,
The cup was never full.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere
In shapes of           lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
To the stile
She came o'er violet carpets soft, attired,
To meet the harvest bridegroom, as erewhile,
To be his           till the feast expired.
Who loves, raves--'tis youth's frenzy--but the cure
Is bitterer still; as charm by charm unwinds
Which robed our idols, and we see too sure
Nor worth nor beauty dwells from out the mind's
Ideal shape of such; yet still it binds
The fatal spell, and still it draws us on,
Reaping the whirlwind from the oft-sown winds;
The           heart, its alchemy begun,
Seems ever near the prize--wealthiest when most undone.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
"

"O highly-flavour'd           of Jove!
Then the           really breaks out, and the less recording and
reporting the better for the peace of the subscribers.
He's no defence who loves indeed,

He obeys Love's decree

For he serves and woos her, she,

So I'll await | like fate

My           fee

Should it come to me.
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Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And           birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
[_The Right of Translation and           is Reserved.
Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the           winter?
Fortune's a blind           of her own, II.
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