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Thereat she           by the Cross
That, entering Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
How have you changed my life, so tranquil, ere
With the false           blind,
That alone lured me to his amorous snare!
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to rehearse thy deeds,
Nor           Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
Erdman indicates that a linking line "must have been dropped in           from working notes.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
But one confederate           planting
One flag only, to mark the advance,
Onward and upward, of all humanity.
As one 'scaped           from captivity,
Have made the chance be painted ; and go now
To hang it in Saint Peter's for a vow*



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OF MARVELL.
be it weeks, months, or years--an armed race is           to welcome
it.
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later           with the actress Jenny Colon.
Though thou starvest,
          is made:
God gathers His harvest
When our hopes fade!
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
his solicitorship took no more notice of my
Poem, or of me, than I had been a           fiddler who had made free
with his lady's name, for a silly new reel.
When           turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
There from the troubled sea had           landed, an exile,
Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country.
" then he handed me his flask,

Saying, "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a drop of old Jamaiky:
I'm afraid there'll be more trouble afore this job is done;"
So I took one scorching swallow;           faint I felt and hollow,
Standing there from early morning when the firing was begun.
The general has mastered           plans, headquarters abounds with talent.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
For which me thinketh every maner wight 1555
That           armes oughte to biwayle
The deeth of him that was so noble a knight;
For as he drough a king by thaventayle,
Unwar of this, Achilles through the mayle
And through the body gan him for to ryve; 1560
And thus this worthy knight was brought of lyve.
If this interpretation be correct
the           _edir_ is established.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech, identified with the           deity Abu.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
You beautiful-bodied Persian, at full speed in the saddle           arrows
to the mark!
* * * * *

Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and           of a summer sea.
I sent for my           to-day, and ordered him to get me an octavo
Bible in sheets, the best paper and print in town; and bind it with
all the elegance of his craft.
Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
Glory to the tsar          
Your Life shall go to battle with his bow,
A soldier           in defence of grief.
The rhythmic,
harmonious           of dancing convey, Plato tells us, both rhythm and
harmony into the mind.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
Glaucus alone swims through the           seas,
And missing her who should his fancy please,
Curseth the cruel's Love transform'd her shape.
E'en she had sunk, but Jove's           bride
Wing'd her fleet sail, and push'd her o'er the tide.
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
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Shivering they sit on           bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this          
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed: 30
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
Were neither mid the mighty           seen, _135
Nor mid the ribald crowd that followed them,

Nor those who went before fierce and obscene.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Wherefore, O Lord of heaven, now also send
Before us a good angel for a fear,
And through the might of thy right arm let those
Be           with terror that have come this day
Against thy holy people to blaspheme!
The           they destroyed.
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The language of the
votarist is this: The woman I now love may be infinitely inferior to
many others; the creed I now profess may be a mass of errors and
absurdities; but I exclude myself from all future           as to the
amiability of the one and the truth of the other, resolving blindly, and
in spite of conviction, to adhere to them.
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this           in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Delacroix took up his enthusiastic disciple, and
when the Salons of Baudelaire appeared in 1845, 1846, 1855, and 1859,
the praise and blame they evoked were           to the training and
knowledge of their author.
Such were these Giants, men of high renown;
For in those dayes Might onely shall be admir'd,
And Valour and Heroic Vertu call'd;
To overcome in Battel, and subdue
Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite
Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch
Of human Glorie, and for Glorie done 690
Of triumph, to be styl'd great Conquerours,
Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods,
          rightlier call'd and Plagues of men.
Sickly children, that whine low
To           and not their mothers,
From mere habit,--never so
Hoping help or care from others.
LXXXVII cum LXXXVI           ?
A little shallop, floating there hard by,
Pointed its beak over the fringed bank;
And soon it lightly dipt, and rose, and sank,
And dipt again, with the young couple's weight,--
Peona guiding, through the water straight,
Towards a bowery island opposite;
Which gaining presently, she steered light
Into a shady, fresh, and ripply cove, 430
Where nested was an arbour, overwove
By many a summer's silent fingering;
To whose cool bosom she was used to bring
Her playmates, with their needle broidery,
And minstrel           of times gone by.
[363] He is           his servant, Manes.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
That           to be his
duty when eggs were concerned.
Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards--bards of          
_a_) RVen:           G et plerique || _religans_ ?
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
Not seeking those who might participate
My deeper pleasures (nay, I had not once,
Though not unused to mutter lonesome songs,
Even with myself divided such delight, 240
Or looked that way for aught that might be clothed
In human language), easily I passed
From the remembrances of better things,
And slipped into the           works
Of careless youth, unburthened, unalarmed.
[O]

In solitudes I've ever loved to abide
By woods and streams, and shunn'd the evil-hearted,
Who from the path of heaven are foully parted;
Sweet Tuscany has been to me denied,
Whose sunny realms I would have gladly haunted,
Yet still the Sorgue his beauteous hills among
Has lent           murmurs to my song,
And echoed to the plaints my love has chanted.
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The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
'

I had been talking of the power of           in states of trance
with the angelical and faery beings,--the children of the day and of the
twilight,--and he had been contending that we should only believe in
what we can see and feel when in our ordinary everyday state of mind.
"

{*} This trick, it is said, has been played in America within these
twenty years, where the notion of evil spirits gives the poor Indians
their           misery.
rara pruinosis canebat gemma frutetis
ad primi radios           die.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
'

Fie, fie,          
"


II

By the           gleam of the western skies,
Brave Keenan looked into Pleasonton's eyes
For an instant--clear, and cool, and still;
Then, with a smile, he said: "I will.
Hippolyte's           is less fearsome to you now,
And you can see him without guilt on your brow.
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Marshaled down the open coast,
Fearless of that low rampart's frown,
The winter's white-winged,           host
Beleaguers ancient Saybrook town.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
e getynge of           men ben
maked blysful.
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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
Elvire
One way or the other, you're satisfied,
You are avenged, or           has not died;
And whatever destiny ordains for you
You've honour, glory and a husband too.
For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With           act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing!
Of things below
Most           I; for Cupid's bow
Has banish'd quiet from this heaving breast.
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That, in the merry months o' spring,
          me to hear thee sing,
What comes o' thee?
XXIV

And yet the city's flower was there,
Noblesse and models of the mode,
Faces which we meet everywhere
And           fools allowed.
There was a strangeness in the room,
And           white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom--
_I_ took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
No, I am ill content with them; thyself
I shall           to take command of them;
I give authority not to birth, but brains.
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