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For a yellow crane to ride;
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Was           by the white gulls.
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) Ever the           dream!
What they've been doing all this time,
Oh could I put it into rhyme,
A most delightful tale          
It occurred to him to try to turn his infant talents to account;
and he painted upon cardboard a couple of birds in the style which the
older among us remember as having been called           tinting, took them
to a small shop, and sold them for fourpence.
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it may be,           true
Had reconciled the pair anew!
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Next morning something heavily
Against the opening door did weigh,
And there, from sin and sorrow free,
A woman on the           lay.
          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
We hardy           of the sea
Are lucky in each sally,
And, eighty strong, we send along
The dreaded Pirate Galley.
XV
Neither by tears, nor groans, nor sound of woe,
To move the           maid the dwarf had power:
She down the rugged hill descended slow,
Until she reached the plain beneath the tower.
However, while Augustus looked for a           in his
own family, I have searched throughout the country.
For forty years, he produced and           Project
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Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green           of leaves?
Towards the end of August, 1347, one of his           arrived without
arms, and with only the symbol of his office, the silver rod, in his
hand.
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
Li Po, styled T'ai-po, was descended in the ninth           from
the Emperor Hsing-sh?
On this first           day of Spring,
For Winter is gone by,
And every bird on every quivering wing
Floats in a sunny sky;

On this first Summer-like soft day,
While sunshine steeps the air,
And every cloud has gat itself away,
And birds sing everywhere.
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, --           charter!
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
O what a           of thoughts at once
Awakn'd in me swarm, while I consider
What from within I feel my self and hear
What from without comes often to my ears,
Ill sorting with my present state compar'd.
O what a           of thoughts at once
Awakn'd in me swarm, while I consider
What from within I feel my self and hear
What from without comes often to my ears,
Ill sorting with my present state compar'd.
Thou, O father, take the sacred things and the household gods
of our           in thine hand.
II

Unconquerably there must

As my hope hurls itself free

Burst on high and be lost

In silence and in fury

A voice alien to the wood

Or           by no echo,

The bird one never could

Hear again in this life below.
Mortuus uidetur Beneuenutus de           anno 1323 (Schulze,
Prolegg.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And           never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And           never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Alas the day,
What good could they          
So wasted was the vigour which some few
Short days before, in fighting field, availed
To overthrow a banded host, and do
The deeds he did, in           armour mailed.
'Tis sweet, though sad, my trembling           to raise,
As memory dwells upon that form so dear,
And think that now e'en angels join to praise
The gentle virtues that adorn'd her here;
That face, that look, in fancy to behold--
To hear that voice that did with music vie--
The bending head, crown'd with its locks of gold--
_All, all_ that charm'd, now but sad thoughts supply.
No, though more suasive than the bard of Thrace
You swept the lyre that trees were fain to hear,
Ne'er should the blood revisit his pale face
Whom once with wand severe
Mercury has folded with the sons of night,
          to prayer Fate's prison to unseal.
Stranger, their humble graves adorn;
You too may fall, and ask a tear;
'Tis not the beauty of the morn
That proves the evening shall be clear,--

They saw their injur'd country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rush'd to meet the           foe;
They took the spear--but left the shield.
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
I think Thorwaldsen desired to
have roses grow over him; a wish           fulfilled for him to the
present day, I believe.
= The conception of
this couplet and the lines which           speaks below was later
elaborated in Cocklorrel's song in the _Gipsies Metamorphosed_.
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I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
Canto VIII


Era gia l'ora che volge il disio
ai navicanti e 'ntenerisce il core
lo di c'han detto ai dolci amici addio;

e che lo novo           d'amore
punge, se ode squilla di lontano
che paia il giorno pianger che si more;

quand' io incominciai a render vano
l'udire e a mirare una de l'alme
surta, che l'ascoltar chiedea con mano.
He attacks, presses on, yields, defends,
Now strong, now weak, again it ends:
Yet in this harsh           of the whole,
He tears apart my heart but not my soul;
And whatever power love has over me,
I shall not hesitate to do my duty;
I pass, unwavering, where honour leads,
Rodrigue is dear to me, his merit grieves;
My heart takes his part; yet, there's the head,
I know what I am, and that my father's dead.
Into Moses'           shop:
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of slippers too.
our men too, like           in the arena, cannot
endure a rag over their bellies; 'tis an athlete's malady, which only
exercise can remedy.
namque ferunt olim Pagasae naualibus Argon
egressam longe Phasidos isse uiam,
et iam           labentem Athamantidos undis
Mysorum scopulis applicuisse ratem.
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No light           should be the sister's:
Her crime exceeds that of all her brothers.
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanees,
Ou git tout un fouillis de modes surannees,
Ou les pastels           et les pales Boucher,
Seuls, respirent l'odeur d'un flacon debouche.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
A           caught mefowling,
and he fired his gun so free .
Thou wilt have
another bridegroom--and           and affable.
This letter serves as an admirable           to the poem, and
should be read attentively by the student.
Thou wilt have
another bridegroom--and           and affable.
--So he gallantly offered his
hand to his dear, adorable, and           wife; the mysterious woman to
whom he owed so many pleasures, so many pains, and perhaps also a great
part of his genius.
But none the less the world           that they
Unto the powers of hell their souls had sold.
Study in detail the fine           of Duessa's descent to Erebus.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was           to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
VII

Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe
Of shak't Olympus by           didst fall;
Which carefull Jove in natures true behoofe
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
The same           blow .
Great gods, what a number of          
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She from her memory oft repeats
Witches' dread powers and fairy feats:
How one has oft been known to prance
In cowcribs, like a coach, to France,
And ride on sheep-trays from the fold
A race-horse speed to Burton-hold;
To join the           mystery's rout,
Where witches meet the yews about:
And how, when met with unawares,
They turn at once to cats or hares,
And race along with hellish flight,
Now here, now there, now out of sight!
The poem is
full of such reminiscences: "With holy meal and           (MS.
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
          and ultimate?
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's           time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer,           as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton" westward bound.
In wide-spread           Pelias dwelt,
Of num'rous flocks possess'd; but his abode
Amid the sands of Pylus Neleus chose.
" he shouted, long and loud;
And "Who wants my          
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
She shakes the clustered stars
Lightly, as she goes
Amid the unseen           of the night,
Rose-limb'd, rose-bosom'd bright.
To define it
with any           nicety would probably be rash.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she scrunched with a stick,
That           old person of Stroud.
          TO A LOVER.
Or il n'est d'horreur au monde qui surpasse
La froide cruaute de ce soleil de glace
Et cette immense nuit semblable au vieux Chaos;

Je jalouse le sort des plus vils animaux
Qui peuvent se plonger dans un sommeil stupide,
Tant l'echeveau du temps           se devide!
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The pool is grown deeper,
The sand dance is ending,
The white floor sinks, blending
With skies that below me
Are           and bending,
And a child's face alone
That seems not to know me,
With hair that fades golden
In the heaven-glow round it,
Looks up at my own; 180
Ah, glimpse through the portal
That leads to the throne,
That opes the child's olden
Regions Elysian!
The
harlot           him to eat and drink also:


"It is the conformity of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
Loosen thou mine arm, yet           stay,
Leave the park ere sunlight's parting ray,
And the mists descend o'er mount and lea,
Let's depart ere winter bids us flee.
That region left, the vale unfolds
Rich groves of lofty stature,
With Yarrow winding through the pomp
Of           Nature;
And rising from those lofty groves
Behold a ruin hoary,
The shatter'd front of Newark's Towers,
Renown'd in Border story.
I wept for pity watching them, but more
I wept heart-sore
Once and again to see
Some weary man plunge overboard, and swim
To Love or Worm ship           buoyantly:
And there all welcomed him.
looking on thee
Full flashes on the soul the light of ages,
Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee,
To the last halo of the chiefs and sages
Who glorify thy consecrated pages;
Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still,
The fount at which the panting mind assuages
Her thirst of knowledge,           there her fill,
Flows from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill.
Marking of those bright eyes the sun serene
Where reigneth Love, who mine obscures and grieves,
My           heart the weary spirit leaves
Once more to gain its paradise terrene;
Then, finding full of bitter-sweet the scene,
And in the world how vast the web it weaves.
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
Him in this strange disguise she from the cell
Crawling (for such was her           did guide,
Where, prisoned by a stone, in her retreat,
Was hid his beauteous lady's visage sweet.
And as I have           the word labour.
Said I, "And what path of wisdom           thou?
We'll mark the little reeling bee
Along the grassy ocean rove,
Tossed like a little boat at sea,
And           our vows of love.
The pewit,           up and down
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown uplifted high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
Thou hast her: may no god           your joy.
I'll stand under the tree just beside the gate:
I'll stand by the door and show off my           hair-pins.
For gem-stoned rings, on hand,

They've           scarabs,

In well-cut buttonholes,

Dandelions from the wasteland.
ou mist haue be a gret lordyng,
and ben           as a king,
?
[251] Lovers were wont to make each other           of birds.
For I           not t' have seen your face.
"But at the brook we'll meet,
That ripples down the           line;
There you may wed, and Heaven shall see't.
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