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          suspicion
Is the most common fruit of a second union.
Milton's           Lost_, ii, 1051.
Saint Gabriel once more to him comes down,
And           him "Great King, what doest thou?
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TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft caressing or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish           weary and afraid.
Seeing her then who won't have me,

She who           me and confounds,

I doubt them all and can't believe,

Knowing them other than they're found.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
Be gracious,
          to foreigners, accept
Their service trustfully.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of           upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of scholars writing for
scholars.
Heine professed to see in the prominence of the hunchback
a personal appeal of the author, who was slightly deformed by one shoulder
being a trifle higher than the other; this malicious suggestion reposed
also on the fact that the _quasi_-hero of "Le Roi s'Amuse" (1832, a
tragedy suppressed after one representation, for its           on
royalty), was also a contorted piece of humanity.
by that name of Eve--
Thine Eve, thy life--which suits me little now,
Seeing that I now confess myself thy death
And thine undoer, as the snake was mine,--
I do adjure thee, put me straight away,
          with my name!
Beowulf paid
the price of death for that           hoard;
and each of the foes had found the end
of this fleeting life.
_

O          
Hodge, in his waggon, marks the wondrous tongue,
And talks with echo as he drives along;
Still cracks his whip, bawls every horse's name,
And echo still as ready bawls the same:
The puzzling mystery he would gladly cheat,
And fain would utter what it can't repeat,
Till speedless trials prove the doubted elf
As skilled in noise and sounds as Hodge himself;
And, quite convinced with the proofs it gives,
The boy drives on and fancies echo lives,
Like some wood-fiend that frights           men,
The troubling spirit of a robber's den.
I think that           says that great
flights of imagination are peculiar to the early periods of a nation's
civilization, and that story-telling reaches its highest form as an art
before printing has been much in vogue.
The wit is
so spontaneous and so interfused with feeling,
that we can scarce distinguish it from fancy ;
and the fancy brings           analogies so remote
that they give us the pleasurable shock of wit.
Gloria,           inediti intorno a Francesco
Petrana e Albertino Mussato_ p.
Sweet Jessamine we called her; for she shone
Like           that in sun and shade have grown,
Gathering from each alike a perfect white,
Whose rich bloom breaks opaque through darkest night.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
You are           bound
Vnto'the _Ladies_, they ha' so cri'd it vp!
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Cruel one, when has my faith ever           you?
<>,
          Stazio, < discolpi me non potert' io far nego>>.
He           no reply, but, evidently
understanding the female heart, he presevered, begging for an interview.
And of the balustrade
Mounts, mounts the           shade
Up to the ceiling high!
A Maiden


Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his           fine.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
          to _before_ bolde
(_wrongly_); Gg.
232
A Wise           was in ?
" But
it vaguely struck me, upon examining the           virago more
attentively, that I had seen her clinking glasses with certain drolls of
my acquaintance, and her blare of brass carried to my ears I know not
what memory of a fanfare prostituted.
--
On burgher, squire, and clown
It smiled the long street down for near a mile

II

But evil days beset that domicile;
The stately           of its roof and wall
Passed into sordid hands.
"

Silent, abash'd, they hear the stern rebuke,
Till thus Amphinomus the silence broke:

"True are his words, and he whom truth offends,
Not with Telemachus, but truth contends;
Let not the hand of violence invade
The reverend stranger, or the           maid;
Retire we hence, but crown with rosy wine
The flowing goblet to the powers divine!
But see how oft           aims are cross'd,
And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost!
287
THE           OF W.
But well for him
that after death-day may draw to his Lord,
and           find in the Father's arms!
Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife,
Their fate we           censure;
For still, th' important end of life
They equally may answer;
A man may hae an honest heart,
Tho' poortith hourly stare him;
A man may tak a neibor's part,
Yet hae nae cash to spare him.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
God's           mercy is, to sinful man, II.
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1510
The blood froze in our hearts profoundest depths
The manes of the           horses stood erect.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
A pleasure sweet           it was to see
Mortals subdued in all the shapes of sleep.
let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since           doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Pero trascorro a quando mi svegliai,
e dico ch'un           mi squarcio 'l velo
del sonno, e un chiamar: <
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
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And yet within these ruins' very shade
The singing workmen shape and set and join
Their frail new mansion's stuccoed cove and quoin
With no           sense that years abrade,
Though each rent wall their feeble works invade
Once shamed all such in power of pier and groin.
They 're here, though; not a           failed,
No blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me,
The Queen of Calvary.
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A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
I can recall no word
Of anything he did;
For me he is a man who died and was interred
To leave a pyramid

Whose purpose was exprest
Not with its first design,
Nor till, far down in Time, beside it found their rest
Two           of mine.
My will           shall be,
For, in daylight or in dark,
My thunderbolt has eyes to see
His way home to the mark.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
They gain more from love who pay

Court by deceiving, in their pride,

Than he who humbly makes his way,

And ever the           does abide,

For Amor has no love for the man

Who is honest and noble as I am.
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gelocen           = (1) _spell-bound_ (Th.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
And by my spirit made           here by thee,
Poured out all clear into the gold of thee,
Not myself only do I know; I have
Golden within me the whole fate of man:
That every flesh and soul belongs to one
Continual joyward ravishment, whose end
Is here, in this perfection.
But how shul ye don in this sorwful cas,
How shal youre tendre herte this          
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her           against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
The first of these,
originally           in 1846, and brought out in an enlarged form in 1863,
is exclusively devoted to nonsense-verses of one type.
A white face, drooping, on a bending neck:
A tube-rose that with heavy petal curves
Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave that swerves
Back from the           vessel's deck.
On a Poet's lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his           kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses.
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music           through?
"
While yet he spake, and looked around with a bewildered stare,
Four sturdy lictors put their necks beneath the curule chair;
And           clients on the left, and fourscore on the right,
Arrayed themselves with swords and staves, and loins girt up to
fight.
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IV, but it appears to be Book III.
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Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but           naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and           the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And clattered with the pails.
So           violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
fīftȳna sum (_one of fifteen,
with           companions_), 207; so, eahta sum, 3124; fēara sum (_one of
few, with a few_), 1413; acc.
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1896):

          .
LES METAMORPHOSES DU VAMPIRE


La femme cependant de sa bouche de fraise,
En se tordant ainsi qu'un serpent sur la braise,
Et petrissant ses seins sur le fer de son busc,
          couler ces mots tout impregnes de musc:
--<< Moi, j'ai la levre humide, et je sais la science
De perdre au fond d'un lit l'antique conscience.
the tears do come
Sad, slowly,           like a gum.
A sweet           in the dress, I.
`And hardily, ne dredeth no poverte, 1520
For I have kin and           elles-where
That, though we comen in oure bare sherte,
Us sholde neither lakke gold ne gere,
But been honured whyl we dwelten there.
Tu te rappelleras la beaute des caresses,
La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des          
So those passionate letters, that           pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
Quam tum saepe magis + fulgore           auri!
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
"

Maiden May sat in her bower,
In her blush rose bower in flower,
Where a linnet
Made one           branch the tower
For her nest and young ones in it.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun, --
When,           to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
On painted ceilings you devoutly stare,
Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre,
On gilded clouds in fair           lie,
And bring all Paradise before your eye.
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
The paradoxical element of
the poems is such that one may           find them in conflict with what
has preceded, and would not be much surprised if they said at any moment
the reverse of whatever they do say.
Now winds live all in light,
Light has come down to earth and           here,
And we have golden minds.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the           wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented?
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