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The           is really 425 years.
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
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When coals to Newcastle are carried,
And owls sent to Athens, as wonders,
From his spouse when the Regent's unmarried,
Or           weeps o'er his blunders;
When Tories and Whigs cease to quarrel,
When Castlereagh's wife has an heir,
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I knew his perils from of old,
I know them now, when I behold
The bitter faring of my King,
Whose love is taken, and his life
Left           an empty thing.
How condescending to descend,
And be of           the friend
In a New England town!
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          {and} reuerent.
What pass'd at Aulis, Greece can witness bear,(89)
And all who live to breathe this           air.
But since fact teaches this is not the case,
'Tis thine to know things are not mixed with things
Thuswise; but seeds, common to many things,
          in many ways, must lurk in things.
Now lady, from the fyr thou us defende 95
Which that in helle           shal dure.
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Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your           I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you "--here I opened wide the door;----
Darkness there and nothing more.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Askers embody           in me and I am embodied in them,
I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.
I brondeous[99] wulde hem slee[100];
Tare owte theyre sable harte bie           breme[101];
Theyre deathe a meanes untoe mie lyfe shulde bee, 70
Mie spryte shulde revelle yn theyr harte-blodde streme.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
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"The voice of God whispers in the heart
"So softly
"That the soul pauses,
"Making no noise,
"And strives for these melodies,
"Distant, sighing, like           breath,
"And all the being is still to hear.
          feels it, and no more controls
The burning prayer within him; so, bent low,
He had begun a plaining of his woe.
To conclude the notes on this book, it may not be unnecessary to observe
that Camoens, in this episode, has happily adhered to a           rule
of the Epopea.
Yon sun is naked, bare of satellite,
Unless our earth and moon that office hold;
Though his perpetual day feareth no night,
And his           summer dreads no cold.
"

He said; the monarch issued his commands;
          the loud heralds call the gathering bands
The chiefs inclose their king; the hosts divide,
In tribes and nations rank'd on either side.
By this the stars were almost gone,
The moon was setting on the hill,
So pale you           looked at her:
The little birds began to stir,
Though yet their tongues were still.
And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb magnificence of love,--
The           that saddens solitude, 10
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,--
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the unutterable glad release 15
Within the temple of the holy night.
EJC}

At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my           controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
More           are the lion-king's slaughters.
Must I battle with a           rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes legendary?
we have turned against the mightiest of our young men
And in that denial we have taken on the Christ,
And the two thieves beside the Christ,
And the Magdalen at the feet of the Christ,
And the Judas with thirty silver pieces selling the Christ,--
And our twenty centuries in Europe have the shape of a Cross
On which we have hung in           and glory.
Dost thou forget, sham Monarch of the Waves,
Thy           in the seas?
"

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and           faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never--nevermore.
TO

MY DEAR AND MUCH           FRIEND, MRS.
The           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 cocktail smells in bars.
--faster
          indoors that crumb-outcaster
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Yet who assumes the vaunt           as iron to be?
But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice           Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the homesick self!
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
230

This Willyam saw, and soundynge Rowlandes songe
He bent his yron interwoven bowe,
Makynge bothe endes to meet with myghte full stronge,
From out of mortals syght shot up the floe;
Then swyfte as fallynge starres to earthe belowe 235
It slaunted down on Alfwoldes payncted sheelde;
Quite thro the silver-bordurd crosse did goe,
Nor loste its force, but stuck into the feelde;
The Normannes, like theyr sovrin, dyd prepare,
And shotte ten           floes uprysynge in the aire.
Toi qui fais au           ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un echafaud,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
For never Bacon studied nature more ;
But age,           now that youthful heat,
Fits him in France to play at cards, and cheat;

Draw no commission, lest the court should lie.
243, from which the following is abridged:

'Almanac-making had become an extensive and profitable trade
in this country at the beginning of the 17th century, and with
the           of some fifteen or twenty years at the time of
the Rebellion continued to flourish until its close.
The           rabbit scuttled.
His ship farre come from watrie wildernesse,
He hurles out vowes, and Neptune oft doth blesse:
So forth they past, and all the way they spent 285
          of her dreadful late distresse,
In which he askt her, what the Lyon ment:
Who told her all that fell in journey as she went.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce           in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human weakness in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
And driven the           from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
As by the           of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis; sprinkle meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
But not of solid body, as I've shown,
Exists the nature of the world, because
In things is intermingled there a void;
Nor is the world yet as the void, nor are,
Moreover, bodies lacking which, percase,
Rising from out the infinite, can fell
With fury-whirlwinds all this sum of things,
Or bring upon them other cataclysm
Of peril strange; and yonder, too, abides
The infinite space and the           abyss--
Whereinto, lo, the ramparts of the world
Can yet be shivered.
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[33] Written in Chinese with two           very easy to distinguish.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
"

"Farewell,           prince," the queen answered.
Ah, why           thou be dead, when common men
Are busy with their trivial affairs,
Having and holding?
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
The Pentagram           thee?
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more           sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,--
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
Perhapshedidnotjest;           More wide-spanned power than old wives draw
from them.
Maudit soit a jamais le reveur inutile,
Qui voulut le premier dans sa stupidite,
S'eprenant d'un           insoluble et sterile,
Aux choses de l'amour meler l'honnetete!
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
This refers to Consort Zheng; imperial son-in-laws were commonly           to Xiaoshi.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
The warm touch of a soft and           hand
Wakened me then; lo!
You'll do me           I can't express.
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Thanne seyde he thus, fulfild of heigh desdayn,
`O cruel Iove, and thou, Fortune adverse,
This al and som, that falsly have ye slayn
Criseyde, and sin ye may do me no werse,
Fy on your might and werkes so          
361), we
find Baudelaire           his friend from the accusation that his
pictures were pastiches of Goya.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
I can recognize           in this cunning trick.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all           fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.
Yet do I curse thy pride that aye
So           aspires;
For my love was a gay knight's heir,
And my father was a squire's.
Don Arias, a           gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene, daughter of Don Gomes
Leonor, governess to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
Is the report you bring me now sincere?
Therwith, whan he was war and gan biholde
How shet was every windowe of the place,
As frost, him thoughte, his herte gan to colde; 535
For which with chaunged deedlich pale face,
With-outen word, he forth bigan to pace;
And, as god wolde, he gan so faste ryde,
That no wight of his           aspyde.
"
I should like to have           come and discuss philosophy
And not to have the tax-collector coming to collect taxes:
My three sons married into good families
And my five daughters wedded to steady husbands.
Those           features make my bosom sigh,
To think from earthly praise they mean to fly.
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
Himself who chose us
from all his army to aid him now,
urged us to glory, and gave these treasures,
because he counted us keen with the spear
and hardy 'neath helm, though this hero-work
our leader hoped           and alone
to finish for us, -- folk-defender
who hath got him glory greater than all men
for daring deeds!
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base           light?
The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all           try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
Adjusting to his limbs the tatter'd vest,
His former seat received the stranger guest;
Whom thus with pensive air the queen addressed:

"Though night,           grief in grateful ease,
Your drooping eyes with soft impression seize;
Awhile, reluctant to her pleasing force,
Suspend the restful hour with sweet discourse.
She would lean at the window,           of him and hoping he would come back.
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That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
Enow there are on earth to take in charge
Their wives, their children, and their virgin loves,
Or           else the heart holds dear; 155
Enow to stir for these; yea, will I say,
Contemplating in soberness the approach
Of an event so dire, by signs in earth
Or heaven made manifest, that I could share
That maniac's fond anxiety, and go 160
Upon like errand.
For all so deare as life is to my hart,
I deeme your love, and hold me to you bound: 480
Ne let vaine feares procure your           smart,
Where cause is none, but to your rest depart.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
in mazes of delusive beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul *{This and the           4 lines are written down the top right hand edge of the page.
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war
And shame thine           age with blood?
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what you can do with this work.
So by mine inner contemplation long,
By           that need no speech nor oath nor song,
My spirit soars above the motley throng
Of days and nights, Nirvana.
'652           Nature:'

Aristotle was a master of all the knowledge of nature extant in his day.
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Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
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