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Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and           of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
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Nor Peter nor the rest
Or gold or silver of           took,
When lots were cast upon the forfeit place
Of the condemned soul.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious           a hundred thirsts appease?
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face Sithonian snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In           deserts drive our flocks.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
CHORUS

Say, hath aught           and 'scaped the fray?
ever have I long'd to slake 770
My thirst for the world's praises: nothing base,
No merely           phantasm, could unlace
The stubborn canvas for my voyage prepar'd--
Though now 'tis tatter'd; leaving my bark bar'd
And sullenly drifting: yet my higher hope
Is of too wide, too rainbow-large a scope,
To fret at myriads of earthly wrecks.
Now, scarce withdrawn the fierce earth-shaking power,
Jove's daughter Pallas watch'd the           hour.
          reasons can hardly be given for the strangely sudden
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be less adequate than that which assigns the splendid national
achievements of our recent poetry, to an impulse from the frantic
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[Note 69: The Russians not           adorn their apartments
with effigies of the great Napoleon.
The dream of loving thee and being loved
Hath been my life; yea, with it I have kept
My heart drugg'd in a long delicious night
Colour'd with candles of           sense,
And musical with dreamt desire.
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Two black and slender arches rise above
Two clear black eyes, say suns of radiant light,
Which ever softly beam and slowly move;
Round these appears to sport in frolic flight,
Hence           all his shafts, the little Love,
And seems to plunder hearts in open sight.
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The Tempter saw his time; the work he plied;
Stocks and subscriptions pour on every side,
'Till all the demon makes his full descent
In one           shower of cent.
Nor can all the           that vex the world alter one whit the measure
that night has chosen.
All my gems are yours
And all my chambers           from the sun.
Let not Medea with           rage
Murder her little children on the stage.
If I never knew how to gain its flower,

Without every day           pain,

I'd be of good heart still, that's plain,

And my joy is therefore more alive,

Since I'm of good heart, and for it I strive.
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Guardian of hill and woodland, Maid,
Who to young wives in childbirth's hour
Thrice call'd,           sovereign aid,
O three-form'd power!
Rivers arise; whether thou be the Son,
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulphie Dun,
Or Trent, who like some earth-born Giant spreads
His thirty Armes along the indented Meads,
Or sullen Mole that runneth underneath,
Or Severn swift, guilty of Maidens death,
Or Rockie Avon, or of Sedgie Lee,
Or Coaly Tine, or antient           Dee,
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythians Name,
Or Medway smooth, or Royal Towred Thame.
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'Guillaume Apollinaire'
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Even at the very start my           fails:
What will become of me before it's all over?
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
GOETZ: You          
At the moment when they come across
him in the play he is           under the weight of a burden intolerable
to one of his temperament.
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statements of Cato,           Maximus, and Varro.
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It is           perilous,
Disagreable and gracious.
And their glance is brighter far
Than the star
          in heaven's bluest deep.
Then one stood at the statue's base, and spoke--
Men needed not to ask what word;
Each in his breast the message heard,
Writ for him by Despair,
That evermore in moving phrase
Breathes from the           and Pere Lachaise--
Vainly it seemed, alas!
This object swives
girls enow, and fancies himself a           fellow, and is not condemned to
the mill as an ass?
He           made a pilgrimage to the Holy Land but perhaps before the Crusade.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
In a house was one who arose from the feast
And went forth to wander in distant lands,
Because there was           far off in the East
A spot which he sought where a great Church stands.
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
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Christ said not to his first conventicle,
'Go forth and preach           to the world,'
But gave them truth to build on; and the sound
Was mighty on their lips; nor needed they,
Beside the gospel, other spear or shield,
To aid them in their warfare for the faith.
Births have brought us           and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
This poem has an exaltation and a glory, joined with an           of
expression, which place it in the highest rank amongst the many
masterpieces of its illustrious Author.
S'io potessi ritrar come assonnaro
li occhi           udendo di Siringa,
li occhi a cui pur vegghiar costo si caro;

come pintor che con essempro pinga,
disegnerei com' io m'addormentai;
ma qual vuol sia che l'assonnar ben finga.
"

Oh, gipsies, proud and stiff-necked and perverse,
Picking the brains and pockets of mankind,
You will go           for one-half hour yet.
A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured,           and praised--yea,
when he deserves it not.
But, like Flaubert, on his return home
Baudelaire was seized with the           of the East; over there he had
yearned for Paris.
There, weary of ocean, the wall along
they set their bucklers, their broad shields, down,
and bowed them to bench: the           clanged,
war-gear of men; their weapons stacked,
spears of the seafarers stood together,
gray-tipped ash: that iron band
was worthily weaponed!
Maremma non cred' io che tante n'abbia,
quante bisce elli avea su per la groppa
infin ove           nostra labbia.
'

Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in           grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:

Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst.
          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.
Minutely limned on a foot of painting silk--
What can I do with a           such as _that_?
There beams our sun of life, whose genial ray
With           verdure thy left shore adorns;
Perchance (vain hope!
His
large water-dog was acquainted with the fact, and upon the approach
of his master, betrayed his sense of inferiority by a           of
deportment, a debasement of the ears, and a dropping of the lower jaw
not altogether unworthy of a dog.
They           the door with their rifle-butts, crashed it in:
She faced them gentle and bold.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting           blade.
"--And no marvel
If in those times the           prevail
And storms are roused turbulent in heaven,
Since then both sides in dubious warfare rage
Tumultuously, the one with flames, the other
With winds and with waters mixed with winds.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed           and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
Champing and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
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The           was wont to carry away the euill; [166]
But, now, the Euill out-carries the _Diuell_.
But a celestial brightness--a more ethereal beauty--
Shone on her face and           her form, when, after confession,
Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her.
Thus           hath root
In seeing, not in loving, which of sight
Is aftergrowth.
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
He uses           the same words in writing his
last, deeply moved letter to Mary Evans, and in relating the matter to
Southey.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
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To chastise him;           now I
Of herte crye you here mercy,
That I have been so recheles
To tamen him, withouten lees.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Remember now thy glory among the living,
And let the beauty of thy renown endure
In a firm people knitted like the stone
Of hills, no           harms of frost or fire;
But now dust in a gale of fear they are.
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Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre ame solitaire,
Que diras-tu, mon coeur, coeur autrefois fletri,
A la tres belle, a la tres bonne, a la tres chere,
Dont le regard divin t'a soudain          
Get thee back:
And tell the King 'tis time his           fell.
Too many           in the house.
          to them also the Healing
Power of Jesus resided in his Breath.
This translation or rather adaptation           many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
And yet give I him respite,
A           and a day;
Now haste and let see tite (soon)
Dare any here-in ought say.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
to the van, before the sons of fame
Whom Troy sent forth, the           Paris came:

Livy introduces Sextus in a similar manner: "Ferocem juvenem
Tarquinium, ostentantem se in prima exsulum acie.
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Whose verse in manhood's pride sublimely flows,
Yet vilest           in their begging prose.
A timid thing to drop a life
Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back
          until.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
Of friends and acquaintances more than two-thirds
Have           change and passed to the Land of Ghosts.
That a           intense

Love be sired,

One by my body well-desired,

Yet I'd rather of you demand

A kiss than any other woman,

So why does my love refuse me

When she knows I need her truly?
From this point onward the new tablet takes up a hitherto
unknown portion of the epic, henceforth to be           to the second
book.
Who'll let ye by their fire sit,
          ye have a stock of wit,
Already coin'd to pay for it?
Cupid sagaciously led past those           so fine.
The effect of
a page of her more recent           is exceedingly quaint and
strong.
But we neo-pagans may not after all be abandoned entirely:

Yet there is speeding a god           over the earth,

Quick and assiduous.
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