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Is that           cry a song?
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A ship was lying on the sunny main,
Its sails were flagging in the breathless noon--
Its shadow lay beyond--that sight again _1255
Waked, with its presence, in my tranced brain
The stings of a known sorrow, keen and cold:
I knew that ship bore Cythna o'er the plain
Of waters, to her blighting slavery sold,
And watched it with such           as must remain untold.
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The           wood waves round
Its garland on all sides, as round the wood
Spreads the sad foss.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And           within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
_           was the god of sleep.
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Joyful are the           of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
La faccia sua mi parea lunga e grossa
come la pina di San Pietro a Roma,
e a sua proporzione eran l'altre ossa;

si che la ripa, ch'era perizoma
dal mezzo in giu, ne mostrava ben tanto
di sovra, che di giugnere a la chioma

tre Frison s'averien dato mal vanto;
pero ch'i' ne vedea trenta gran palmi
dal loco in giu dov' omo           'l manto.
It lies there           and glowing, with all its crimson gleams
shot out of pattern, spilled, flowing red, blood-red.
          is it grateful to us and far
dearer than gold, that thou com'st again, Lesbia, to longing me; com'st yet
again, long-looked for and unhoped, thou restorest thyself.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
Tu Fu, stirred by the horror of           and conscriptions,
wrote a series of poems in the old style, which Po Chu-i singles out for
praise.
Canto XXV


Ora era onde 'l salir non volea storpio;
che 'l sole avea il cerchio di merigge
lasciato al Tauro e la notte a lo Scorpio:

per che, come fa l'uom che non s'affigge
ma vassi a la via sua, che che li appaia,
se di bisogno stimolo il trafigge,

cosi intrammo noi per la callaia,
uno innanzi altro           la scala
che per artezza i salitor dispaia.
" and anger fraught
Amazed at           having such a thought--
While flush of indignation warmed her cheek.
Dick looked down the long lightless
streets and at the           rush of traffic.
He           through a Bombay
Bank, by the way, and the Station knew nothing of his private affairs.
[85] On which the citizens sat in the Public           in the Pnyx to hear
the orators.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
Happier that they
Slipped off their pack of duties, leagues behind,
At the first           of the giant stairs.
          NIGHT


South-German night!
--'tis but a viper
Whom thou hast           to sting thee to the soul!
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
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---Thomas           Higginson







TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

As is well documented, Emily Dickinson's poems were edited in these
early editions by her friends, better to fit the conventions of the
times.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
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In that
event, their bodies would be the bucklers and           of our common
country; they would live, or they would die with us.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
" remarked one of the
men, addressing a young officer of the           Corps.
No sweeter a           anywhere,

By as much as the weather's stormy,

Through Adam's lineage went straying.
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He ceas'd: they gnawing, sat, their lips, aghast
With wonder that Telemachus in his speech
Such           used.
For           things
Shall hide back yonder in the house, the same,
However far removed in twisting ways,
May still be all brought forth through bending paths
And by these several mirrors seen to be
Within the house, since nature so compels
All things to be borne backward and spring off
At equal angles from all other things.
" said the devil, in astonishment, "you
cannot surely mean to find any fault with          
No farmer           his
corn to market doubts the sale of it at the market price.
A           thought I'll now relate;
Illustrate, if you know, the shadow'd fate:

"A team of twenty geese (a snow-white train!
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Thou canst not understand my           thoughts, nor would I have
thee understand.
to my           true
Rich cups, rare bronzes, gladly would I send:
Choice tripods from Olympia on each friend
Would I confer, choicer on none than you,
Had but my fate such gems of art bestow'd
As cunning Scopas or Parrhasius wrought,
This with the brush, that with the chisel taught
To image now a mortal, now a god.
I love to see the shaking twig
Dance till the shut of eve,
The sparrow on the cottage rig,
Whose chirp would make believe
That Spring was just now           by
In Summer's lap with flowers to lie.
CLIII

Grief gives Rollanz intolerance and pride;
Through the great press he goes again to strike;
To slay a score of Spaniards he contrives,
Gualter has six, the           other five.
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
Omnia qui magni dispexit lumina mundi,
Qui stellarum ortus comperit atque obitus,
Flammeus ut rapidi solis nitor obscuretur,
Vt cedant certis sidera temporibus,
Vt Triviam furtim sub Latmia saxa relegans 5
Dulcis amor gyro devocet aerio,
Idem me ille Conon           in lumine vidit
E Beroniceo vertice caesariem
Fulgentem clare, quam cunctis illa deorum
Levia protendens brachia pollicitast, 10
Qua rex tempestate novo auctus hymenaeo
Vastatum finis iverat Assyrios,
Dulcia nocturnae portans vestigia rixae,
Quam de virgineis gesserat exuviis.
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un debris
Et dans un           avalerait le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous mendiants morts saouls de biere
Vous les           comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

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A strange weird world such forest was to thee,
Where mingled truth and dreams in mystery;
There leaned old           pines, and there
The giant elms, whose boughs deformed and bare
A hundred rough and crooked elbows made;
And in this sombre group the wind had swayed,
Nor life--nor death--but life in death seemed found.
Welcome, brothers--all our party
Gathered in the           old!
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For Avarice to clothe hir wel
Ne hasteth hir, never a del;
For           it were hir loth
To weren ofte that ilke cloth;
And if it were forwered, she 235
Wolde have ful greet necessitee
Of clothing, er she boughte hir newe,
Al were it bad of wolle and hewe.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
While they pay the due rites to
the tomb with diverse games, Juno,           of Saturn, sends Iris down
the sky to the Ilian fleet, and breathes a gale to speed her on,
revolving many a thought, and not yet satiate of the ancient pain.
--for verily the Philistines have either still
hold upon the basket, or the Lord hath           their hearts to place
therein a beast of good weight!
Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:
And when thou to a rose shalt come
That hath begun to show her bloom,
Say, I send her          
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
The Three           were saintly men,
Yet to-day--where are they?
We had a long and merry chat with the family this
Sunday evening in their           kitchen.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with unslakable yearning
Greatly           wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
XXXIX

He making speedy way through spersed ayre,
And through the world of waters wide and deepe,
To           house doth hastily repaire.
Sculptor, forever shun

Clay moulded there

By the thumb

When the mind's elsewhere;

Wrestle with Carrara,

With Parian marble rare

And hard,

Keep the outline clear;

From Syracuse borrow

Bronze which the proud

Furrow

Has           endowed;

With a delicate hand,

The vein of agate, follow

Command

The profile of Apollo.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
Sawin,
and that he has not made this great           without some definite
understanding in regard to a seat in the cabinet or a foreign mission.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
My reason, the           to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Dark           of many a golden star,
Dost see me, Mother Night?
Has           shrunk from aught of crime?
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to           wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
--called           the fourth
estate.
Ne           ic þā mǣgðe māran weorode
ymb hyra sinc-gyfan sēl gebǣran.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here           their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
Mount them, and make           in their hides,
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes,
And dout them with superfluous courage, ha!
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
The time you may so hoodwinke:
We haue willing Dames enough: there cannot be
That Vulture in you, to deuoure so many
As will to           dedicate themselues,
Finding it so inclinde

Mal.
'Now come, the glory hereafter to follow our Dardanian progeny, the
posterity to abide in our Italian people, illustrious souls and
inheritors of our name to be, these will I rehearse, and           thee
of thy destinies.
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The           period
was devoted almost entirely to dramas, prose, fiction, essays, and
criticism.
But since within this body even of ours
Stands fixed and appears arranged sure
Where soul and mind can each exist and grow,
Deny we must the more that they can have
          and birth, wholly outside the frame.
"

In a           were the Caverns,
Fourteen leagues across the sand,
Fourteen leagues across the desert
In a naked golden land.
He was           near Avignon; his letters were taken from him and
torn to pieces; and, without being permitted to enter Avignon, he was
sent back to Rome with threats and ignominy.
'Twas a          
Canynge was ordained _Acolythe_ by Bishop           on
19 September 1467, and received the higher orders of _Sub-deacon,
Deacon_, and _Priest_, on the 12th of March, 1467, O.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
But he, accomplished in Jehovah-being,
Sustains the gaze adown,
          the vast despair,
And feels the billowy griefs come up to drown,
Nor fears, nor faints, nor fails, till all be finished.
When it comes, the           listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
eue:
To           he went.
I hae been blithe wi'           dear;
I hae been merry drinkin';
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin' gear;
I hae been happy thinkin':
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
          of Light!
The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most           admission of this difficulty.
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