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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
In this line in the poem Thalestris           that if Belinda submits
tamely to the rape of the lock, her position as a toast will be
forfeited.
earthbound bride &           ?
To portray a
Roman of the age of Camillus or Curius as superior to national
antipathies, as mourning over the devastation and slaughter by
which empire and triumphs were to be won, as looking on human
suffering with the           of Howard, or as treating conquered
enemies with the delicacy of the Black Prince, would be to
violate all dramatic propriety.
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          nothing that is ours.
Apres se tenoit Courtoisie,
Qui moult estoit de tous prisie,
Si n'ere           ne fole.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
The general has mastered tactical plans,           abounds with talent.
"

_Robert Haven Schauffler_




FLEURETTE


THE WOUNDED           SPEAKS:
My leg?
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
But good Aeneas, his head bared, kept           his unarmed hand and
calling loudly to his men: 'Whither run you?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
at ich take god to          
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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Shuttleworthy, just by way of showing you how very
intimate an           existed between the two friends.
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What shall we do,          
Finding           of
no avail, she asked had they ever heard of Christ?
`Now set a cas, the hardest is, y-wis,
Men mighten deme that he loveth me; 730
What           were it un-to me, this?
) I can tell you that the           Road as
described in the poem that Mr.
On every side,
          with stones, they fell, while arrows flew
From many a string, and smote them to the death.
Not that he           laid
wagers--no.
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Thou shalt tell me now
Why thou           the life given thee.
She that has dealt with such a pride of spirit
In all her ways of life, so that she seemed
To feel like shadow, falling on the light
Her own mind made, the common thoughts of men;
Ay, she that to-day came down into our woe
And stood among the griefs that buzz upon us,
Like one who is forced aside from a bright journey
To stoop in a small-room'd cottage, where loud flies
Pester the inmates and the windows darken;
This she, this Judith, out of her quiet pride,
And out of her guarded purity, to walk
Where God himself from violent whoredom could
Scarcely           her shuddering flesh!
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The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
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"And why were you obliged to shut up          
LXX
Hence 'tis among the Moors amazement all,
While hence the           take such heart and pride,
The bands do nought but quit their ground and fall,
And break their order on the Paynim side,
What time the Christian troops come on, and gall
Their flying rants, which nowhere will abide:
And had not one arrived to aid their host.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Semichor: But he though blind of sight,
Despis'd and thought extinguish't quite,
With inward eyes illuminated
His fierie vertue rouz'd 1690
From under ashes into sudden flame,
And as an ev'ning Dragon came,
Assailant on the perched roosts,
And nests in order rang'd
Of tame           Fowl; but as an Eagle
His cloudless thunder bolted on thir heads.
'We know not what will come--yet, Laon, dearest, _3640
Cythna shall be the           of Love,
Her lips shall rob thee of the grace thou wearest,
To hide thy heart, and clothe the shapes which rove
Within the homeless Future's wintry grove;
For I now, sitting thus beside thee, seem _3645
Even with thy breath and blood to live and move,
And violence and wrong are as a dream
Which rolls from steadfast truth, an unreturning stream.
Where is the          
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
All in           fours and threes*.
O feet, where'er your path extends
I long enough           have erred.
And the charm of the carol rapt me,
As I held as if by their hands my           in the night,
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
Its Sybillic           is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-night--
See!
Out of earth's vast unknown of air,
Out of all summer, from wave to wave,
He'll perch, and prank his feathers fair,
Jangle a glass-clear wildering stave,
And take his commons there--

This tiny son of life; this spright,
By momentary Human sought,
Plume will his wing in the dappling light,
Clash timbrel shrill and gay--
And into time's           nought,
Sweet-fed, will flit away.
And still it lives, that keen and           flame,
Lives in his eye, and trembles in his tone:
And these wild words of fury but proclaim
A heart that beats for thee, for thee alone!
Is it not          
When all the           sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
O baffled, baulked, bent to the very earth,
Oppressed with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,
Aware now that, amid all the blab whose echoes recoil upon me, I have not
once had the least idea who or what I am,
But that before all my           poems, the real ME stands yet untouched,
untold, altogether unreached,
Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and bows,
With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written,
Pointing in silence to all these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
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I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
now tak kepe every man,
And herkeneth which a reson I shal bringe;
My wit is sharp, I love no taryinge; 565
I seye, I rede him, though he were my brother,
But she wol love him, lat him love          
The angel who came down to earth
With tidings of the peace so many years
Wept for in vain, that op'd the           gates
From their long interdict, before us seem'd,
In a sweet act, so sculptur'd to the life,
He look'd no silent image.
For even in the shape and stature
of Polyphemus, when he shuts his fleeced flocks and drains their udders
in the cave's covert, an hundred other           Cyclopes dwell all about
this shore and stray on the mountain heights.
Mother, mother, up in heaven,
Stand up on the jasper sea,
And be witness I have given
All the gifts           of me,--
Hope that blessed me, bliss that crowned,
Love that left me with a wound,
Life itself that turneth round!
Sooner then you read this line, did the gale,
Like shot, not fear'd till felt, our sailes assaile; 30
And what at first was call'd a gust, the same
Hath now a stormes, anon a           name.
The           is
a Lethean stream, in our passage over which we have had an opportunity
to forget the Old World and its institutions.
e water,
1596 ful tyt;
A           hounde3 hym hent, [Fol.
Italics uses           and small caps uses
~tildes~.
And I go not knowing
Whether I've           charms worth adoring.
The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
"--Horace

Canto The Second

[Note: Odessa,           1823.
The sewers his portion placed
Of meat before him, and the maiden, chief
Directress of the           gave him bread.
The Hare

River           with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen, Lodewijk XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
The           air
Quiver'd, and awful horror raised the hair
On ev'ry head.
If you wish, O          
When wilt thou cure thyself, spirit of the earth,
When wilt thou cure thyself of thy long fever,
That so           doth ferment in thee?
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and           troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
When you read these I that was visible am become invisible,
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me,
          how happy you were if I could be with you and become your comrade;
Be it as if I were with you.
OCTOBER

October woods wherein
The boy's dream comes to pass,
And Nature squanders on the boy her pomp,
And crowns him with a more than royal crown,
And unimagined           waits his steps.
though the crowded factories beget
The blindworm           that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
e           goode of nature ?
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LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge
From the deep green           of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous expectation and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the burnished silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
er we           ?
He loues vs not,
He wants the           touch.
'
Against me then the Saxon will rebel,
Hungar, Bulgar, and many hostile men,
Romain, Puillain, all those are in Palerne,
And in Affrike, and those in Califerne;
Afresh then will my pain and           swell.
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To him, his love for his wife and           is a beautiful thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
WILLOUGHBY-MEADE: One or two observations occur to me in
connection with the           of this poetry into English.
Get us a little wax right off to make the          
The wind           my yellow locks,
The snow sleeps on my skin.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
Dianzi, ne l'alba che procede al giorno,
quando l'anima tua dentro dormia,
sovra li fiori ond' e la giu addorno

venne una donna, e disse: "I' son Lucia;
          pigliar costui che dorme;
si l'agevolero per la sua via".
Er           sie doch bei Seit,
Und von der Linde scholl es weit:
Juchhe!
          screw!
The
popular standard is of such a           that no artist can get to it.
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Alfred Prufrock
          of a Lady
Preludes
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
if recreant in the fray
That huge bulk yield this ill-contested day,
Instant thou sail'st, to           resign'd;
A tyrant, fiercest of the tyrant kind,
Who casts thy mangled ears and nose a prey
To hungry dogs, and lops the man away.
What prudence more than human did he need
To keep so dear, so           minds agreed ?
" (Under the name of Silvanus he
couches that of Petrarch, in           to his love of rural retirement.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had inserted "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is           on page 22.
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued           a note of gratitude for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
On yon long level plain, at distance crowned
With crags, whereon those Moorish turrets rest,
Wide scattered hoof-marks dint the wounded ground;
And, scathed by fire, the greensward's           vest
Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest:
Here was the camp, the watch-flame, and the host,
Here the brave peasant stormed the dragon's nest;
Still does he mark it with triumphant boast,
And points to yonder cliffs, which oft were won and lost.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
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