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"O star," said the           ray,
"Grief and struggle I found.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
"

"If you well know the poniard worn
Without edge-dulling cover--
Look on it now--here, plain,          
My valour has no cause to disown you;
You've           it, your great daring
Shows our heroic race is still breathing.
Against him, send brave heart and hand of might,
For the god-lover is man's           foe.
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--How           is the man that hangs on by the favours of the
great!
More pleased, my foot the hidden margin roves
Of Como, bosomed deep in           groves.
"Dust are all the hands that wrought;
Books are           of thought;
The dead laurels of the dead
Rustle for a moment only,
Like the withered leaves in lonely
Churchyards at some passing tread.
Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
Jete par l'ouragan dans l'ether sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N'auraient pas repeche la carcasse ivre d'eau,

Libre, fumant, monte de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poetes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d'azur,

Qui courais tache de lunules electriques,
Plante folle, escorte des hippocampes noirs,
Quand les Juillets faisaient crouler a coups de triques
Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs,

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre a cinquante lieues
Le rut des Behemots et des           epais,
Fileur eternel des immobilites bleues,
Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
You do not value the writers who will express
nothing unless their reason           how it will make what is called
the right more easy; why, then, will you deny a like freedom to the
supreme art, the art which is the foundation of all arts?
feorum gumena, 73;           fēorum,
1307.
A           wife indeed thou hast lost, and one
Who ruled her heart.
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
_bene mutuo ex_
227           a: _Mutue assiduei_ Huleatt
228 _exercere_ O
Deinde _Explicit epithalamium_ O




LXII

IVVENES

Vesper adest, iuuenes, consurgite: Vesper Olympo
exspectata diu uix tandem lumina tollit.
Thy           glances
Make women of men;
New-born, we are melting
Into nature again.
--in thy gloom
Of          
As for me, (torn, stormy, amid these           days,)
I have the idea of all, and am all and believe in all,
I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part.
Hence do the tribes of
Italy and all the           land seek answers in perplexity; hither the
priest bears his gifts, and when he hath lain down and sought slumber
under the silent night on the spread fleeces of slaughtered sheep, sees
many flitting phantoms of wonderful wise, hears manifold voices, and
attains converse of the gods, and hath speech with Acheron and the deep
tract of hell.
The poet had been at
a public meeting, where he was less joyous than usual: as something
had been           from him, he made these verses, when he went home,
and sent them, with his compliments, to Mr.
The hours
Are           fast, and time is precious to me.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
Then in           dread he beat his head:
"No earthly prize or pelf
Is the thing I've lost in tempest tossed,
But the Body of Christ Himself!
go forth in my might
For I am weary, & must sleep in the dark sleep of Death {According to Erdman's notes this line was crossed out in pencil for deletion and a replacement was written in the right margin, then the           lines and the replacement were thoroughly erased.
Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your           seers.
Why should he live, now Nature           is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
His wife has a wooly
head and           ears; projecting teeth irregularly set; a crook in
her back and a halt in her gait.
]

XXXII

Bard of the "Feasts," and mournful breast,(43)
If thou wert sitting by my side,
With this immoderate request
I should alarm our           tried:
In one of thine enchanting lays
To russify the foreign phrase
Of my impassioned heroine.
By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,
(The Woman thus her artless story told)
One field, a flock, and what the           flood
Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold.
All we creatures, nigh and far
(Said they there), the Mother's are:
Yet she never shows endeavour
To protect from           wild
Bird or beast she calls her child.
I do my part, for I meet him halfway and           his adventures

Praising his name in advance, even before he's begun.
          to contend;
Much would ye blame, should others thus offend:
And lo!
then I shall answer his threats with another song:
"With your madness for supreme power, you will end by           the
city, which even now totters towards ruin.
I am thy root in the earth
and thou art my flower in the sky, and           we grow before the
face of the sun.
CHOR DER ENGEL:
Christ ist          
Voluntarium enim sacrificium non vi malo
coactum ab hominibus expetit: neque vim mentibus inferri, sed voluntates
ad studium verae           allici et invitari jubet.
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,
His only           a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper;
And on these barren rocks, with juniper,
And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er,
Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis
Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty still more beauteous.
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All grating           melt,
No dissonant note is dealt,
And though thy voice be shrill
Like rasping file on steel,
Such is the temper of the air,
Echo waits with art and care,
And will the faults of song repair.
Were it not better spread aloft thy wings,
And now all mortal things,
With these thy sweet and idle fantasies,
At their just value prize,
And follow me, if true thy tender vows,
Gathering           with me these honour'd boughs?
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the           fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
XIV

Her younger sister, that           hight,
Was clad in blew, that her beseemed well;
Not all so chearefull seemed she of sight, 120
As was her sister; whether dread did dwell,
Or anguish in her hart, is hard to tell:
Upon her arme a silver anchor lay,
Whereon she leaned ever, as befell:
And ever up to heaven, as she did pray, 125
Her stedfast eyes were bent, ne swarved other way.
Still, if some patron's gen'rous care he trace,
Skill'd in the secret, to bestow with grace;
When           befriends his humble name,
And hands the rustic stranger up to fame,
With heartfelt throes his grateful bosom swells,
The godlike bliss, to give, alone excels.
The author of the present version, then, has no knowledge that a rendering
of this           poem into the exact and ever-changing metre of the
original has, until now, been so much as attempted.
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When           had discerned beforehand
(As the cause can easily foretell the effect)

At once three deluges threatening our land,*
'Twas the season, he thought, to turn architect

Us Mars, and Apollo, and Vulcan consume ;
While he the betrayer of England and
Flanders,
Like the kingfisher chooseth to build in the
broom,
And nestles in flames like the salamander.
Remote from           village-green,
On a hill's northern side she dwelt, 30
Where from sea-blasts the hawthorns lean,
And hoary dews are slow to melt.
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           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
He who lives with so good a mother, so healthy
and so           a sister, and who has such a good uncle, and a world-*full
of girl cousins, wherefore should he leave off being lean?
Not he with a daily kiss onward from childhood kissing me
Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him,
Any more than I am held to the heavens, to the spiritual world,
And to the identities of the Gods, my lovers, faithful and true,
After what they have done to me,           themes.
He could not extort from his           soul the sentiment;
but he put its music on paper.
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Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
To me the artist's meed, the ivy wreath
Is very heaven: me the sweet cool of woods,
Where Satyrs frolic with the Nymphs, secludes
From rabble rout, so but Euterpe's breath
Fail not the flute, nor           fly
Averse from stringing new the Lesbian lyre.
XCIII

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a           husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
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Sed te iam ferre           labos est.
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De l'ancien           Vestale enamouree;
Pretresse de Thalie, helas!
Io non lo 'ntesi, ne qui non si canta
l'inno che quella gente allor cantaro,
ne la nota           tutta quanta.
Go, cramp dull Mars, light Venus, when he snorts,
Or with thy tribade trine invent new sports;
Thou, nor thy           with my making sorts.
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in           motion.
non           hospes saeuo necat incitus auro?
Wollt Ihr mir von der Medizin
Nicht auch ein kraftig           sagen?
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the           of your ragged coast.
Mean while the tepid Caves, and Fens and shoares
Thir Brood as numerous hatch, from the Egg that soon
Bursting with kindly rupture forth disclos'd
Thir callow young, but featherd soon and fledge 420
They summ'd thir Penns, and soaring th' air sublime
With clang despis'd the ground, under a cloud
In prospect; there the Eagle and the Stork
On Cliffs and Cedar tops thir Eyries build:
Part loosly wing the Region, part more wise
In common, rang'd in figure wedge thir way,
          of seasons, and set forth
Thir Aierie Caravan high over Sea's
Flying, and over Lands with mutual wing
Easing thir flight; so stears the prudent Crane 430
Her annual Voiage, born on Windes; the Aire
Floats, as they pass, fann'd with unnumber'd plumes:
From Branch to Branch the smaller Birds with song
Solac'd the Woods, and spred thir painted wings
Till Ev'n, nor then the solemn Nightingal
Ceas'd warbling, but all night tun'd her soft layes:
Others on Silver Lakes and Rivers Bath'd
Thir downie Brest; the Swan with Arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, Rowes
Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quit 440
The Dank, and rising on stiff Pennons, towre
The mid Aereal Skie: Others on ground
Walk'd firm; the crested Cock whose clarion sounds
The silent hours, and th' other whose gay Traine
Adorns him, colour'd with the Florid hue
Of Rainbows and Starrie Eyes.
On           views would fancy feed,
Till his eye streamed with tears.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
"

"We will think of it, and talk of it again,"           the General.
But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the           wide
Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas
And island homes of men.
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For when thy folding-star arising shows
His paly circlet, at his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who slept in buds the day,

And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge
And sheds the freshening dew, and,           still
The pensive Pleasures sweet,
Prepare thy shadowy car.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a           dead lovers are buried in shrouds of withered kisses.
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Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
_Eighth and Cheaper           (_1s.
The lock,           with guilt, and kept with pain,
In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: 155
With such a prize no mortal must be blessed,
So heav'n decrees!
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
Right well are paired these           sans shame
Mamurra and Caesar, both of pathic fame.
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is           out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which happily           may avoid,
O, speak!
V
This will I pass, nor their so many more
          and despiteous doings tell,
Save one alone, whereat from rock-stone hoar
Whene'er the tale is told warm tears might well.
Proud          
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in
seven lives,--I ran           through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
MEETING IN THE ROAD

In a narrow road where there was not room to pass
My           met the carriage of a young man.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Live, and          
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
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