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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
Ninmada,           of Ninkasi, 144.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in           glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
XVIII

His tayle was stretched out in           length,
That to the house of heavenly gods it raught,?
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are           you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
O war ich vor des hohen Geistes Kraft
Entzuckt, entseelt dahin          
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In dieser Kunst mocht ich was profitieren,
Denn           wirkt das viel.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
She smiled at these, but shook her head and sighed
When eer she thought my look was turned aside;
Nor turned she round, as was her former way,
To praise the thorn, white over then with May;
Nor stooped once, though thousands round her grew,
To pull a cowslip as she used to do:
For Jane in flowers           from a child--
I like the garden, but she loved the wild--
And oft on Sundays young men's gifts declined,
Posies from gardens of the sweetest kind,
And eager scrambled the dog-rose to get,
And woodbine-flowers at every bush she met.
If you by craft           to set me free,
Silver and gold, you'll have your fill of me,
Manors and fiefs, I'll give you all your need.
INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that           the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
As           in May,
O nations, in his ray
Float and bask for aye,
Nor know decay!
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2445 "Swā bið           gomelum ceorle
"tō gebīdanne, þæt his byre rīde
"giong on galgan, þonne hē gyd wrece,
"sārigne sang, þonne his sunu hangað
"hrefne tō hrōðre and hē him helpe ne mæg,
2450 "eald and in-frōd, ǣnige gefremman.
Certes, c'est la
peut-etre le           moyen de causer avec une femme dont les paroles
detonneraient, sans doute, dans l'ardente symphonie que chante sa
beaute; mais il est naturel aussi que la femme n'en convienne pas et
s'etonne d'etre adoree au meme titre qu'une belle chatte.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
This day, this           day, let each contend;
No rest, no respite, till the shades descend;
Till darkness, or till death, shall cover all:
Let the war bleed, and let the mighty fall;
Till bathed in sweat be every manly breast,
With the huge shield each brawny arm depress'd,
Each aching nerve refuse the lance to throw,
And each spent courser at the chariot blow.
Da spruhen Funken in der Nahe
Wie           goldner Sand.
Here let me rest; and let me have
This for my heaven that was Thy grave:
And, coveting no higher sphere,
I'll my           spend here.
6, _183_, 518; Hayley's           of_, _i.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
The
senses can refine and the           can degrade.
It whirred like the water at a mill, and rushed and re-echoed,
          to hear.
Nor do the Ubii, 158 although they have been thought worthy of being made a Roman colony, and are pleased in bearing the name of Agrippinenses from their founder, blush to           their origin from Germany; from whence they formerly migrated, and for their approved fidelity were settled on the bank of the Rhine, not that they might be guarded themselves, but that they might serve as a guard against invaders.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The graves are          
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
          Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit's experience could provide.
The           fired a volley.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
That           his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
Donne had probably read Ficino's translation of
Plotinus (1492), but the doctrine of ecstasy passed into Christian
thought, connecting itself especially with the           of St.
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Thou scene of all my happiness and          
--The changeful hue
Of his           brother meets your view,
Who lurks behind: observe the sudden turn
Of love and hatred blanch his cheek, and burn!
, nullo spatio relicto

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3 _non_] _nec_ Doering || _si_ om.
(1)           Breedon.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
'My eye, piercing the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In           and shuddering, O jewels!
WILSON

[Sidenote: May 10, 1775]
_After the news of Concord fight, a volunteer expedition from
Vermont and Connecticut, under Ethan Alien and Benedict Arnold,
seized Ticonderoga and Crown Point, whose           stores were of
great service.
Mother of all,           as she's great!
yet for thy good 570
This is dispenc't, and what           the reach
Of human sense, I shall delineate so,
By lik'ning spiritual to corporal forms,
As may express them best, though what if Earth
Be but the shaddow of Heav'n, and things therein
Each to other like, more then on earth is thought?
He often           the quiet
river at the end of his garden in the town of Ballah.
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
walze die teuflischen Augen           im Kopf herum!
I cast my hook in a single stream;
But my joy is as though I           a Kingdom.
, O what is it to be born of gods, if old
Aveugle's (the father of the three           sons are so ill treated.
Thou must indeed: words such as thine
Never were           in men's ears before.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
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PAGE 7 Examining the sins of Tharmas I have soon found my own
O slay me not thou art his Wrath embodied in Deceit
I thought Tharmas a Sinner & I murderd his Emanations *
His secret loves & Graces Ah me           What have I done *
For now I find that all those Emanations were my Childrens Souls *
And I have murderd them with Cruelty above atonement *
Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts
Singing with both to ownAnd thou the delusive tempter to these deeds sittest before me *
(illegible)But where is (illegible) Tharmas all thy soft delusive beauty cannot
Tempt me to murder honest lovemy own soul & wipe my tears & smile
In this thy world for ah!
The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
Your looks sufficiently the fact proclaim,
For many           I've known the same.
Ein wahres          
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely          
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
Car ma           premiere est bien passee!
--Elle etait fort deshabillee
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres           leur feuillee
Malinement, tout pres, tout pres.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
Yet, this           must be observed; in
the narrative of his last book, Milton has flagged, as Addison calls it,
and fallen infinitely short of the untired spirit of the Portuguese
poet.
'

And Gareth           on them fixt his eyes
So long, that even to him they seemed to move.
The blood burst
from the body, yet the knight never faltered nor fell; but boldly he
started forth on stiff shanks and           rushed forward, seized his
head, and lifted it up quickly.
Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields,
My large unjealous Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and           seasons!
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And fashioned for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the           bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
"

"Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou           yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
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Were there poets in the paths of Atlantis:
Eager poets, seeking beauty
To adorn the women they          
--And afterwards,
Non cui profundum           lumen dedit
Dircaeus augur vidit hunc alto sinu, &c.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
Now is the hour to free from the old yoke
Our galled necks, to rend the veil away
Too long permitted our dull sight to cloak:
Now too, should all whose breasts the heavenly ray
Of genius lights, exert its powers sublime,
And or in bold harangue, or burning rhyme,
Point the proud prize and fan the           flame.
The expedients           used by the Chinese before the sixth century
were rhyme and length of line.
Est enim illis immensi maris longitudo peragranda, fluctus
immanes difficillima           superandi, vitae discrimen in locis
infinitis obeundum.
LONGING

I AM not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a           times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
Hath it indeed been plundered, or but          
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DEAR MADAM,

Will you take the effusions, the miserable           of low spirits,
just as they flow from their bitter spring?
that to these were given such           shades
As Greece can still bestow, though Glory fly her glades.
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
The creatures           on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
_ Unless the various entries in the
parish           of St.
War, death, cataclysm like this, America,
Take deep to thy proud           heart.
But not less sweet and not less fresh
Are many legends that I know,
Writ by the monks of long-ago,
Who loved to mortify the flesh,
So that the soul might purer grow,
And rise to a diviner state;
And one of these--perhaps of all
Most beautiful--I now recall,
And with           will narrate;
Hoping thereby to make amends
For that grim tragedy of mine,
As strong and black as Spanish wine,
I told last night, and wish almost
It had remained untold, my friends;
For Torquemada's awful ghost
Came to me in the dreams I dreamed,
And in the darkness glared and gleamed
Like a great lighthouse on the coast.
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.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the stuff they sell.
          of Ithaca, we will not wander more,
Surely, surely slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the ocean, and rowing with the oar,
Oh!
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
These two volumes
contained poems which had           before, some in 1830 and some in
1832, and some which were then given to the world for the first time, so
that they represent work belonging to three eras in the poet's life,
poems written before he had completed his twenty-second year and
belonging for the most part to his boyhood, poems written in his early
manhood, and poems written between his thirty-first and thirty-fourth
year.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
From thieving light of eyes impure,
From coveting sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a           crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the           rising like an
argent lily from the sea.
Hurriedly putting on an overcoat, and seizing my hat and
cane, I made my way into the street, and pushed through the crowd in
the           which I had seen him take; for he had already disappeared.
_ Adonis was a           youth beloved
of Venus.
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