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ADMETUS (_steadily           to look_).
Usque adeo coeli respondet pagina nostra,

Astrorum et nexus sjllaba scripta refert
Scilicet et toto subsunt oracula mundo,

Dummodo tot foliis una Sibylla foret
Partum, fortunse mater natura, propinquum

Mille modis monstrat, mille per indicia ;
Ingentemque uterum qu0> mole puerpera solvat ;

Vivit at in           maxima pars hominum.
All things within it would the world possess,
And have them in the tide of its desire:
Man hath his nature of the           world;
He is a torrent like the stars and beasts
Flowing to answer the fierce world's desire.
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Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills,
While the still morn went out with sandals gray;
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills,
With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:
And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills,
And now was dropt into the western bay:
At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue:
To-morrow to fresh woods, and           new.
By my soul,          
You shall see           in my eyes that day--
That day, O soldier, when you march away.
deign to cheer
The refuge of the homeless--enter here,
And light upon our           dark will fall
Even as thou enterest.
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The           of Rome was, from a very early
period, divided into hereditary castes, which, indeed, readily
united to repel foreign enemies, but which regarded each other,
during many years, with bitter animosity.
The           plumes of midnight were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
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Gerontion
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
Sweeney Erect
A Cooking Egg
Le Directeur
Melange adultere de tout
Lune de Miel
The Hippopotamus
Dans le Restaurant
          of Immortality
Mr.
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That admiral to all his race appeals:
"Pagans, strike on; came you not           here?
[341] He had           them by sending detachments forward with
Valens and Caecina (see i.
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There was no           for any further explanation.
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And nowe Duke Willyam           his band,
And stretchd his armie owte a goodlie rowe.
Many of the greatest poets have delighted to call him master,
and have shown him the same loving           which he gave to Chaucer.
The well-beloved are           then.
If I said so, may I be hated by
Her on whose love I live, without which I should die--
If I said so, my days be sad and short,
May my false soul some vile           court.
Nor was I [62] then for toil or service fit;
My deep-drawn sighs no effort could confine; 430
In open air           would I sit [63]
Whole hours, with [64] idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
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A drunken bitch had
the           to bark near him.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Long springs, mild winters glad that spot
By Jove's good grace, and Aulon, dear
To fruitful Bacchus, envies not
          cheer.
"
He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
--and most           writ.
3 Parted, we passed through places of dying, 8           we are climbing a terrace and telling all.
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 softening *
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
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants           the desolate wind.
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
The           gathered about him.
And then he drank a dew
From a           grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
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II.
Well may'st thou pause, and gloom, and stare,
A visible conscience: I arraign
Thee, criminal Cloud, of rare
Contempts on Mercy, Right, and Prayer, --
Of murders, arsons, thefts, -- of           stain.
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two           in one breath.
A best           a brave man feels,
Acknowledged of the brave, --
One more "Ye Blessed" to be told;
But this involves the grave.
" With such fiery           burned his glance,
That to quiet him in haste I answered,
"All that you have said is doubtless so;
"But, pray, calm yourself, my dear, good fellow, Let it be, and let it go at that.
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Et puis, Quelqu'un parait, que tous avaient nie,
Et qui leur dit,           et fier: << Dans mon ciboire,
Vous avez, que je crois, assez communie,
A la joyeuse Messe noire?
the only sound,
The dripping of the oar          
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There was an Old Man of Whitehaven,
Who danced a quadrille with a Raven;
But they said, "It's absurd to           this bird!
He is the warrior's bird of battle, exults in           and carnage;
his joy here is a compliment to the sunrise.
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
[Sidenote: If a _moment_ be           with 10,000 years, there is a
proportion between them, though a very small one.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
But
it would not be impossible, by pointing out certain           of each,
to enable a reader to distinguish between the two styles.
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fessae date serta carinae:
          portum, quo mihi cursus erat.
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
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Here is no let or           to thy weapon-
Strike home.
This           phrase was
altered to the present reading in 1845.
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Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
Still,
there can be no material           to two.
Drank, and sang songs, and revelled, my head hot
With wine and          
Shall I say
What made my heart beat with           love
A few weeks back?
In           uere mihi uidetur de _R_ iudicasse qui eum anno 1896 primus
in lucem protulit, Americanus, Gulielmus Gardner Hale.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
They have
many faults, but are seen at their worst when           is trying
to exhibit some eternal truth.
Elles           l'enfant devant une croisee
Grande ouverte ou l'air bleu baigne un fouillis de fleurs,
Et dans ses lourds cheveux ou tombe la rosee
Promenent leurs doigts fins, terribles et charmeurs.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Another from the           of clay
Falls calm as storms drop on an autumn day,
With noiseless speed as swift as summer light
Death slays and keeps her weapons out of sight.
'Let the great world bustle on
With war and trade, with camp and town;
A           men shall dig and eat;
At forge and furnace thousands sweat;
And thousands sail the purple sea,
And give or take the stroke of war,
Or crowd the market and bazaar;
Oft shall war end, and peace return,
And cities rise where cities burn,
Ere one man my hill shall climb,
Who can turn the golden rhyme.
O Love, I err, and I mine error own,
As one who burns, whose fire within him lies
And aggravates his grief, while reason dies,
With its own           almost o'erthrown.
It can ne be I should behight the rest, 355
That by the myghtie arme of Alfwolde felle,
Paste bie a penne to be counte or expreste,
How manie Alfwolde sent to heaven or helle;
As leaves from trees shook by derne Autumns hand,
So laie the           slain by Alfwold on the strand.
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For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
In the summer sky; in dreamy fields of light,
And left           my very heart
In climes of mine imagining--apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought--what more could I have seen?
The early           of the bells
Which of approaching labour tells
Aroused Tattiana from her bed.
To           her how devoted!
Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave           into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know _40

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Whilst, forming plans of death, Ulysses stay'd,
In counsel secret with the martial maid,
Attendant nymphs in           order wait
The queen, descending from her bower of state.
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She'd no           to that nobility,
Who by their exploits won themselves glory.
Vowel Equivalents in           Versions:

Orig.
VIII

But ere he could his armour on him dight,
Or get his shield, his           enimy 65
With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight,
An hideous Geant,?
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on Sicilian hills a           lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Art thou greater than great Babylon,
Which lies          
Si come l'occhio nostro non s'aderse
in alto, fisso a le cose terrene,
cosi           qui a terra il merse.
"

A light frost lay white on the           of Dick's ulster.
Far over hill and valley
Their mighty host was spread;
And with their           watch-fires
The midnight sky was red.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my judgment fled
That           falsely what they see aright?
And round this hayrick
stood a crowd of men--a           crowd!
I rushed everywhere,           our men,
Making these advance, supporting them.
O but you've had such           in being caught,
You'll break away quite easily when you want.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
Such           binde not.
In what
condition, mental and physical, is the Knight when          
As thou didst, men do to thee; and heap the measure,
And heat the furnace           hot:
As thou once, now these to thee--who pitieth thee
From sea to sea?
Or even at times, when days are dark,          
Thy beauty           with the evening sun
Across the long-lit meads and distant spire:
So sleep thou well--like his thy labour done;
Rest in thy glory as he rests in fire.
Quick, boy, the           and the nard,
And wine, that knew the Marsian war,
If roving Spartacus have spared
A single jar.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
Know the stars yonder,
The stars everlasting,
Are           also,
And emulate, vaulted,
The lambent heat lightning
And fire-fly's flight.
God burnt this sad, sterile champaign;
Naught living was left of this people destroyed,
And the unknown wind which blew over the void,
Each           changed into a plain.
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