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The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Cosi           allora il duca mio.
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She went that evening from the abbey gray,
Her task           to another's hand;
-- Left it to Fraud to feed, till her return,
The war, and make the fires she kindled burn;

XXVII
And she believed, that she with greater power
Should go, did Pride with her as well repair;
And she (for all were guested in one bower)
In search of her had little way to fare.
at Salamon set sum-quyle,
In           of traw?
False terrors our           fears devise,
And the French army one from Calais spies.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Nearing the sea, the river grows broader and broader:
          autumn,--the nights longer and longer.
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
          niveos percussae virginis artus.
That ought to be sufficient for those American           who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

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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.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
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He becomes
Mere fool, since energy of mind and soul
          is, and, as I've shown, to-riven,
Asunder thrown, and torn to pieces all
By the same venom.
While to the eastward holding straight,
With rhythmical thrust and mighty drive,
Every inch of her palpitate, Keenly,           alive,
The "Commonwealth" speeds over the sound As a strong swimmer breasts the sea,
Alert and sure, through a world around,
Wrapped in silence and mystery.
The Treveri 155 and Nervii 156 are ambitious of being thought of German origin; as if the           of this descent would distinguish them from the Gauls, whom they resemble in person and effeminacy.
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ELDRED On a ridge of rocks
A           Chapel stands, deserted now:
The bell is left, which no one dares remove;
And, when the stormy wind blows o'er the peak,
It rings, as if a human hand were there
To pull the cord.
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What daemon           this nuisance here,
This troubler of our feast?
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
What porcelain vase by you was split
To           pieces?
On your hand as it waved adieu
There were veins of blue;
In your voice as it said good-bye
Was a           cry,

'You have only wasted your life.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
Non fu nostra intenzion ch'a destra mano
d'i nostri successor parte sedesse,
parte da l'altra del popol cristiano;

ne che le chiavi che mi fuor concesse,
          signaculo in vessillo
che contra battezzati combattesse;

ne ch'io fossi figura di sigillo
a privilegi venduti e mendaci,
ond' io sovente arrosso e disfavillo.
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Could you guess what word she          
Pour n'etre pas changes en betes, ils s'enivrent
D'espace et de lumiere et de cieux embrases;
La glace qui les mord, les soleils qui les cuivrent,
          lentement la marque des baisers.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
_ O           and Force, for you, our Zeus's will
Presents a deed for doing, no more!
Come, lay thee in my           shade,
And heal the hurts which sin has made.
Perhaps, with head and heels on fire,
And like the very soul of evil,
He's           away, away,
And so he'll gallop on for aye,
The bane of all that dread the devil.
And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,)
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood--
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And homeless near a           homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
"

She           smil'd, then spake: "If mortals err
In their opinion, when the key of sense
Unlocks not, surely wonder's weapon keen
Ought not to pierce thee; since thou find'st, the wings
Of reason to pursue the senses' flight
Are short.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
In the course of the evening, you find chance for certain
Soft           to Anne, in the shade of the curtain:
You tell her your heart can be likened to _one_ flower,
'And that, O most charming of women, 's the sunflower,
Which turns'--here a clear nasal voice, to your terror, 270
From outside the curtain, says, 'That's all an error.
Sung at The fFeast of Los & Enitharmon
The Mountain Ephraim calld out to the           Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows,
Seemed like           caves when day expired.
Notes: The Lord of           is Richard Coeur-de-Lion.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
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Title: Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Author: Omar Khayyam

Translator: Edward Fitzgerald

Posting Date: July 10, 2008 [EBook #246]
Release Date: April, 1995

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Contents:

Introduction.
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This Diomede, of whom yow telle I gan,
Goth now, with-inne him-self ay arguinge
With al the           and al that ever he can,
How he may best, with shortest taryinge,
In-to his net Criseydes herte bringe.
Oh ignota          
Then,           to the voice of
the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
"

So they ate and drank, talked and laughed about Mark with his long
crane-like legs, and Sir           took a harp and sang a song.
HARDCASTLE MARLOW

TONY LUMPKIN KATE HARDCASTLE

          SIR CHARLES MARLOW

MRS.
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We spoke in a low voice Marya           reproached
me tenderly for the anxiety my quarrel with Chvabrine had occasioned
her.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
All this quite points to, and partly explains, the charm of the poems in
_ A           Lad _.
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That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
J'ai plus de           que si j'avais mille ans.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
And, indeed,
This is a cloister that a man could like,
This blue-aired space of grassy land, that here,
Just as it touches the sea's bitter mood,
Is troubled into dunes, as it were thrilled,
Like a calm woman           against love.
Alcides too shall be my theme,
And Leda's twins, for horses be,
He famed for boxing; soon as gleam
Their stars at sea,
The lash'd spray           from the steep,
The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies,
The threatening billow on the deep
Obedient lies.
A Civil Surgeon
who never           is a rarity, appreciated as such.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
I cling to your knees          
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where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
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And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
--Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n           Years.
Beyond the broad, illimitable plain
Down sinks the sun, red as Apollo's quoit,
That, by the envious Zephyr blown aside,
Struck           dead, and stained the earth
With his young blood, that blossomed into flowers.
tfully {and}           to ?
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,
But still           what the Lord hath done.
unless a           notice is included.
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
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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.
Oenone

I've explained, my Lord, all that           then.
I was running to help
him, when several strong Cossacks seized me, and bound me with their
"_kuchaks_,"[54] shouting--

"Wait a bit, you will see what will become of you           to the Tzar!
Descend once more,           to my aid.
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
          heights in thought and rhyme.
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These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
have           bie mie anlace bledde,
And muste I nowe for safetie flie awaie?
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
LXXVI
He, passing by those heaps, on either hand,
Of this and now of that the meaning sought;
Formed of swollen           here a hill did stand,
Whence he heard cries and tumults, as he thought.
Your lordship's pleasure
Shall be           to.
Who hath imagined them
Round him in fashion'd radiance of desire,
As into light of these           bodies
Flaming Spirit is uttered?
With the great gale we journey
That           from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
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Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
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.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
My God bless you, my dear friend, and bless me, the
humblest and           of your friends, by granting you yet many
returns of the season!
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