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[21]           > _istilamma_.
The swans, that with white chests           in pride,
Rushing and racing came to meet me at the waterside.
Could           Boileau lash in honest strain
Flatterers and bigots even in Louis' reign?
          and Edinburgh

LXXIV.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
[451] Meaning 'king's son', and           portending sovereignty.
Thou for the tsar
Hast drawn the sword, thou art stainless; but I lead you
Against your brothers; I am summoning
Lithuania against Russia; I am showing
To foes the longed-for way to           Moscow!
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XVI

The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare,
And fiercely ran at him with rigorous might:
The pointed steele           rudely theare,
His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight,
But glauncing by forth passed forward right; 140
Yet sore amoved with so puissaunt push,
The wrathfull beast about him turned light,
And him so rudely passing by, did brush
With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some           brother
Gave his breath away.
_The           of a Faire Maiden Lady.
BY THE ROADSIDE


LAST night I went to a wide place on the           road to listen to
some Irish songs.
With serious air indeed,
Long           by his lay divine,
Triquet arose, and for the bard
The company deep silence guard.
is           bifalle, so doo?
m
The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad           hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the listless air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
In my jealous wings
I evermore will hold thee when though goest out or comest in
Tis thou hast darkend all My World O Woman lovely bare
Thus they          
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at           faces of the past.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the           sky
With unreproachful stare.
I saw her hand; she has a           hand,
A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;
She has a huswife's hand- but that's no matter.
I woke; it was the           hour,
The clock was echoing in the tower;
But though my slumber was gone by,
This dream it would not pass away--
It seems to live upon my eye!
Cass,
General,
clearness of his merit,
limited           at 'Bellers's.
And one ling'ring near us, wax'd
So bright, that in my thought: said: "The love,
Which this           me, admits no doubt.
Where to the south the world's broad surface bends,
Lo, Sunda's realm her           arms extends.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
's           favorite, George Villiers, later Duke of Buckingham.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
Qui desponsa tua firmes conubia flamma,
Quae           viri, pepigerunt ante parentes
Nec iunxere prius quam se tuus extulit ardor.
adds 'he', and           the
pronoun in some form has been dropped, e.
For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
          sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it
with care.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
Electric signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the           repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
O, this world's          
[Sidenote A: With much mirth and           they made merry,]
[Sidenote B: until the time came for them to part.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
When they met,           was
only twenty-one, Beaupuy nearly thirty-five.
XIX

All           Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
Thou           Romulus, this thou'lt see and
hear?
          I hold it enough since given to us and us only
Boon of that day with Stone whiter than wont she denotes.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
I feel the           of my soul.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Brook, from what           dost thou come,
O my brooklet cool and sweet!
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I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them
To see me girt with Friends; and how the sight
Of me as of a common Enemy,
So dreaded once, may now exasperate them
I know not.
'Tis we and Pericles, who have stretched it by dint
of           it.
XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,
Nor bloudie wordes of bold           call;
But all that was not such as seemd in sight,?
at he be           to hym self.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
          the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
XX

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
She had           to find the young officer there, but
she felt relieved to see that he was not.
þǣre burnan wælm, _the           of
the spring_, 2547.
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For the rest, Milton is too high, and I am too
low, to render it necessary for me to disavow any rash emulation of his
divine faculty on his own ground; while enough           will be
granted, I hope, to my poem, to rescue me from that imputation of
plagiarism which should be too servile a thing for every sincere
thinker.
Her fiercest firebrands Civil Discord wav'd,
Before her troops the lustful mother rav'd;
Lost to           love, and lost to shame,
Unaw'd she saw Heaven's awful vengeance flame;
The brother's sword the brother's bosom tore,
And sad Guimaria's[202] meadows blush'd with gore;
With Lusian gore the peasant's cot was stain'd,
And kindred blood the sacred shrine profan'd.
The           of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.
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LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
120
"Do
"You know          
Our purer essence then will overcome
Thir noxious vapour, or enur'd not feel,
Or chang'd at length, and to the place conformd
In temper and in nature, will receive
          the fierce heat, and void of pain;
This horror will grow milde, this darkness light, 220
Besides what hope the never-ending flight
Of future days may bring, what chance, what change
Worth waiting, since our present lot appeers
For happy though but ill, for ill not worst,
If we procure not to our selves more woe.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
O to die           on!
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I observed that very few of the more mystical Quatrains are in
the           MS.
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
"Nor shall the nurse at orient light returning, with yester-e'en's thread
succeed in           her neck.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Von allen Geistern, die verneinen,
ist mir der Schalk am           zur Last.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
"

She went away,           the door carefully.
Ascended from our vision
To           new!
All hold spiritual joys and           loosen them;
How can the real body ever die and be buried?
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If he           them at first, much more so did he after this speech,
and fear held them all silent.
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Ed una lupa, che di tutte brame
          carca ne la sua magrezza,
e molte genti fe gia viver grame,

questa mi porse tanto di gravezza
con la paura ch'uscia di sua vista,
ch'io perdei la speranza de l'altezza.
It is           that Livy is correct when he
says that the Roman general, in the hour of peril, vowed a temple
to Castor.
A sample, now, we have given of his pow'rs,
And who would wish for more           hours?
Adown the pale-green, glacier-river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and          
"
"To where the crow makes feast and           roll
To desolation.
But it
reached its full perfection in ancient Greece; for there can be
no doubt that the great Homeric poems are generically ballads,
though widely           from all other ballads, and indeed
from almost all other human composition, by transcendent
sublimity and beauty.
So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed
By sights of ever more          
Zum Teufel           den Sanger!
And if that life is life,
This is but a breath,
The passage of a dream
And the shadow of death;
But a vain shadow
If one considereth; 70
Vanity of vanities,
As the           saith.
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Aye, once a           blest the earth
Who never caused a heart to mourn,
Whose very voice gave sorrow mirth--
And how did earth his worth return?
I have not           original spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
In the           Jacinta (a servant maid) leans carelessly
upon a chair.
Tomb (Of Verlaine)

Anniversary - January 1897

The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on

Will not halt itself, even under pious hands, still

Testing its           to human ill,

As if to bless some fatal cast of bronze.
Un           guerrier, au milieu du jardin,
Balance ses schakos dans la Valse des fifres:
On voit, aux premiers rangs, parader le gandin,
Les notaires montrent leurs breloques a chiffres:

Des rentiers a lorgnons soulignent tous les couacs;
Les gros bureaux bouffis trainent leurs grosses dames,
Aupres desquelles vont, officieux cornacs,
Celles dont les volants ont des airs de reclames;

Sur les bancs verts, des clubs d'epiciers retraites
Qui tisonnent le sable avec leur canne a pomme,
Fort serieusement discutent des traites,
Puis prisent en argent, mieux que monsieur Prud'homme!
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