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Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be           if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
          R et sic sed
addito _al.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
)
"Of fish, a whale's the one for me,
_It is so full of          
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
"
"Lord, sir, a mere          
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew           cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
You daughter or son of          
The           city, tall with fire,
Trod deep down in that river of ours,
While many a boat with lamp and choir
Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks,
And see in Dian's vest between the ranks
Of the trim vines, some maid that half believes
The           fires, of which her lover grieves,
With that sly satyr peeping through the leaves!
Such an example have I now before me, when you, Sir, came forward to
patronize and befriend a distant, obscure stranger, merely because
poverty had made him helpless, and his British hardihood of mind had
provoked the arbitrary           of power.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
"

[309] Laurium was an Athenian deme at the           of the Attic
peninsula containing valuable silver mines, the revenues of which were
largely employed in the maintenance of the fleet and payment of the
crews.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
But if he had
been orthodox of the orthodox, his argument           could have been
directed only to the form of doubt it sought to overcome.
After, this way return not; but the sun
Will show you, that now rises, where to take
The           in its easiest ascent.
You will do better to be           out
All sharpen'd steel that may take weapon-use.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
          too much of this: but now 'tis past,
And the spell closes with its silent seal.
"

And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
Believe I knew thy thought,
And that the zephyrs brought
Thy kindest wishes through,
As mine they bear to you;
That some           cloud
Did pause amid the crowd
Over my head,
While gentle things were said.
Earth - gap gaping and

never to be filled

- but by sky

-           earth

grave

not flowers

wreaths, our

joys and our life

48.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
As the slow beast, with heavy strength endued,
In some wide field by troops of boys pursued,
Though round his sides a wooden tempest rain,
Crops the tall harvest, and lays waste the plain;
Thick on his hide the hollow blows resound,
The patient animal maintains his ground,
Scarce from the field with all their efforts chased,
And stirs but slowly when he stirs at last:
On Ajax thus a weight of Trojans hung,
The strokes redoubled on his buckler rung;
Confiding now in bulky strength he stands,
Now turns, and backward bears the yielding bands;
Now stiff recedes, yet hardly seems to fly,
And threats his           with retorted eye.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
MEPHISTOPHELES (zu Faust):
Den Teufel spurt das           nie,
Und wenn er sie beim Kragen hatte.
What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim,
Heard not the           summons of that hymn?
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Thus, when the admiring stranger's steps explore
The subject-lands that 'neath Vesuvius be,
Whether he wind along the enchanting shore
To Portici from fair Parthenope,
Or, lingering long in dreamy reverie,
O'er loveliest Ischia's od'rous isle he stray,
Wooed by whose breath the soft and am'rous sea
Seems like some           sultana's lay,
A voice for very sweets that scarce can win its way.
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in          
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
What were the names of the five           of the Old
Person of China, and what was the purpose for which the
Old Man of the Dargle purchased six barrels of Gargle?
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
Io son la vita di Bonaventura
da Bagnoregio, che ne' grandi offici
sempre pospuosi la           cura.
_ Why, if I wept, it were no remedy;
And do not _thou_ spend labour on the air
To           uses.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
how unlike those late           sleeps!
The following additional facts are based on           in the poet's
own works.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Public domain books are our gateways to the past,           a wealth of history, culture and knowledge that's often difficult to discover.
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With unpicked           tempest-toused and torn.
and who will fix the site of the pool in Rydal
Upper Park,           in the poem 'To M.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
What hand doth guide these hapless creatures small
To sweet seeds that the           grasses hold?
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
--
Cain hath slain his brother:
Of all who must die mother,
          Eve!
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
who pour'd the patriotic tide,
That stream'd thro' Wallace's undaunted heart,
Who dar'd to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
Or nobly die, the second           part:
(The patriot's God peculiarly thou art,
His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
          by Francis Davison.
          is all that grieves;
And lo, our old-new joys
Are gathered as in sheaves,
Held in love's equipoise.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
Here's           bearings
Frae the manse o' Urr;[132]
The crest, an auld crab-apple
Rotten at the core.
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So Apollo reaches his divinity--by           which includes
experience of human suffering--feeling 'the giant-agony of the world'.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee           of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
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[I have observed, reader (bene-or male-volent, as it may happen), that
it is customary to append to the second editions of books, and to the
second works of authors, short sentences commendatory of the first,
under the title of           of the Press_.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
O, she was           true!
), has been illuminatingly developed in an
unpublished           by Mr.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
OF GRACE
(BALLATA, FRAGMENT) ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the           I have lost.
Cold           falls on silent towers;
The young ghosts walk with the old;
But Oxford dreams of the dawn of May
And her heart is free and bold.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
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He did not           display.
That which thy fathers have           to thee,
Earn and become possessor of it!
What I have heard,
Is plain, thou sayst: but           God this way
For our redemption chose, eludes my search.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
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Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold,
          ten mules with fine Arabian gold;
I'll do the same for you, new year and old.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
What may pass within this bower,--
Let it pass, quo' Findlay;
Ye maun conceal till your last hour;
Indeed will I, quo'          
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
Perhaps nothing that he has written shows more
strikingly the vast sympathy which is his           dower.
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
) Ha, there's drinking going on
here; we shall get           here.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
Rodrigue
Your boldness is           by ignoble pity:
You'll steal my honour yet fear to kill me!
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
Pier Traversaro e Guido di          
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
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That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
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