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" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this          
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed: 30
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
Were neither mid the mighty           seen, _135
Nor mid the ribald crowd that followed them,

Nor those who went before fierce and obscene.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Wherefore, O Lord of heaven, now also send
Before us a good angel for a fear,
And through the might of thy right arm let those
Be           with terror that have come this day
Against thy holy people to blaspheme!
The           they destroyed.
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The language of the
votarist is this: The woman I now love may be infinitely inferior to
many others; the creed I now profess may be a mass of errors and
absurdities; but I exclude myself from all future           as to the
amiability of the one and the truth of the other, resolving blindly, and
in spite of conviction, to adhere to them.
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Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this           in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Delacroix took up his enthusiastic disciple, and
when the Salons of Baudelaire appeared in 1845, 1846, 1855, and 1859,
the praise and blame they evoked were           to the training and
knowledge of their author.
Such were these Giants, men of high renown;
For in those dayes Might onely shall be admir'd,
And Valour and Heroic Vertu call'd;
To overcome in Battel, and subdue
Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite
Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch
Of human Glorie, and for Glorie done 690
Of triumph, to be styl'd great Conquerours,
Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods,
          rightlier call'd and Plagues of men.
Sickly children, that whine low
To           and not their mothers,
From mere habit,--never so
Hoping help or care from others.
LXXXVII cum LXXXVI           ?
A little shallop, floating there hard by,
Pointed its beak over the fringed bank;
And soon it lightly dipt, and rose, and sank,
And dipt again, with the young couple's weight,--
Peona guiding, through the water straight,
Towards a bowery island opposite;
Which gaining presently, she steered light
Into a shady, fresh, and ripply cove, 430
Where nested was an arbour, overwove
By many a summer's silent fingering;
To whose cool bosom she was used to bring
Her playmates, with their needle broidery,
And minstrel           of times gone by.
[363] He is           his servant, Manes.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
That           to be his
duty when eggs were concerned.
Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards--bards of          
_a_) RVen:           G et plerique || _religans_ ?
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
Not seeking those who might participate
My deeper pleasures (nay, I had not once,
Though not unused to mutter lonesome songs,
Even with myself divided such delight, 240
Or looked that way for aught that might be clothed
In human language), easily I passed
From the remembrances of better things,
And slipped into the           works
Of careless youth, unburthened, unalarmed.
[O]

In solitudes I've ever loved to abide
By woods and streams, and shunn'd the evil-hearted,
Who from the path of heaven are foully parted;
Sweet Tuscany has been to me denied,
Whose sunny realms I would have gladly haunted,
Yet still the Sorgue his beauteous hills among
Has lent           murmurs to my song,
And echoed to the plaints my love has chanted.
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The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
'

I had been talking of the power of           in states of trance
with the angelical and faery beings,--the children of the day and of the
twilight,--and he had been contending that we should only believe in
what we can see and feel when in our ordinary everyday state of mind.
"

{*} This trick, it is said, has been played in America within these
twenty years, where the notion of evil spirits gives the poor Indians
their           misery.
rara pruinosis canebat gemma frutetis
ad primi radios           die.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
'

Fie, fie,          
"


II

By the           gleam of the western skies,
Brave Keenan looked into Pleasonton's eyes
For an instant--clear, and cool, and still;
Then, with a smile, he said: "I will.
Hippolyte's           is less fearsome to you now,
And you can see him without guilt on your brow.
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Marshaled down the open coast,
Fearless of that low rampart's frown,
The winter's white-winged,           host
Beleaguers ancient Saybrook town.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
e getynge of           men ben
maked blysful.
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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
Elvire
One way or the other, you're satisfied,
You are avenged, or           has not died;
And whatever destiny ordains for you
You've honour, glory and a husband too.
For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With           act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing!
Of things below
Most           I; for Cupid's bow
Has banish'd quiet from this heaving breast.
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That, in the merry months o' spring,
          me to hear thee sing,
What comes o' thee?
XXIV

And yet the city's flower was there,
Noblesse and models of the mode,
Faces which we meet everywhere
And           fools allowed.
There was a strangeness in the room,
And           white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom--
_I_ took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
No, I am ill content with them; thyself
I shall           to take command of them;
I give authority not to birth, but brains.
And all this to make ""
Una dompna soiseubuda a           lady or, as the Italians
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The child was but five years, and, close to the lattice, aye
Made a sweet noise with games and with his laughter bright;
And the wan mother, aside this being the livelong day
Carolling joyously, coughed           all the night.
_ 1641

[725] 53 Thorow 1692           1716, f.
Marya enters, and seeing           on his knees, shrieks.
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.
That very life his learned hunger craves,
He saves from famine, from the savage saves;
Nay, feasts the animal he dooms his feast,
And, till he ends the being, makes it blest;
Which sees no more the stroke, or feels the pain,
Than           man by touch ethereal slain.
And--surely--
This should leave a man          
          grass
Daintily poised
For her foot's tripping.
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Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued          
THE SONG-SPARROW


          gray the leafless thicket
Close beside my garden gate,
Where, so light, from post to picket
Hops the sparrow, blithe, sedate;
Who, with meekly folded wing,
Comes to sun himself and sing.
"

IX
Sir Guido is           of them to say
Why there appear so few of the male race,
And to declare if women there bear sway
O'er men, as men o'er them in other place.
Our lot is a hard lot; the sun himself [30]
Has scarcely been more           than I;
And I have lived to be a fool at last 240
To my own family.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
''Twas there I caught from Uncle Reuben's lips,
In           monologue 'twixt whiffs and sips, 420
The story I so long have tried to tell;
The humor coarse, the persons common,--well,
From Nature only do I love to paint,
Whether she send a satyr or a saint;
To me Sincerity's the one thing good,
Soiled though she be and lost to maidenhood.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Suffice that Reason keep to Nature's road,
Subject,           them, follow her and God.
_Summer Evening_

The sinking sun is taking leave,
And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve,
While           clouds of purple dye
Gloomy hang the western sky.
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even without any acknowledgment on his own
part, that Swift studied and           by the prose
of Marvell.
MAY DAY

THE shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The           dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
Now wounded men with gallant eyes
Go hobbling down the street,
And nurses from the hospitals
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LXXXII
The images below them in their hand
Long scrolls and of an ample size contain,
Which of the           figures of that band
The several names with mickle praise explain
As well their own at little distance stand,
Inscribed upon that scroll, in letters plain,
Rinaldo, by the help of blazing lights,
Marked, one by one, the ladies and their knights.
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[_She           kisses him_.
That feeble in the mind's eye, lean your trust
Upon unstaid          
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
So in
distracted flight Turnus darts afar over the plain, and now this way and
now that crosses in wavering circles; for on all hands the Teucrians
locked him in crowded ring, and the dreary marsh on this side, on this
the steep city           hem him in.
I           I said before my leaves sprang at all,
I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to consummations.
"Ah, my poor          
And as that Theban Monster that propos'd
Her riddle, and him, who solv'd it not, devour'd;
That once found out and solv'd, for grief and spight
Cast her self headlong from th' Ismenian steep,
So strook with dread and anguish fell the Fiend,
And to his crew, that sat consulting, brought
Joyless           of his hop't success,
Ruin, and desperation, and dismay,
Who durst so proudly tempt the Son of God.
Our ships complete
We thus           (for twelve were all the fleet).
I pondered on the woes of lost mankind, _5
I pondered on the ceaseless rage of Kings;
My rapt soul dwelt upon the ties that bind
The mazy volume of           things,
When fell and wild misrule to man stern sorrow brings.
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