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The Lilly of the valley           in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
{31a} "More           than eloquent; words enough, but little
wisdom.
All           slept and smiled.
Take thy veil
From off thy face, Jewess, or thou           goest
To entertain my soldiers.
What page from court with essenced hair
Will tender you the bowl you drain,
Well skill'd to bend the Serian bow
His father          
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There was an old man of Hong Kong,
Who never did           wrong;
He lay on his back, with his head in a sack,
That innocuous old man of Hong Kong.
For when saw he that well-nigh everything
Which needs of man most urgently require
Was ready to hand for mortals, and that life,
As far as might be, was established safe,
That men were lords in riches, honour, praise,
And eminent in goodly fame of sons,
And that they yet, O yet, within the home,
Still had the anxious heart which vexed life
          with torments of the mind,
And raved perforce with angry plaints, then he,
Then he, the master, did perceive that 'twas
The vessel itself which worked the bane, and all,
However wholesome, which from here or there
Was gathered into it, was by that bane
Spoilt from within,--in part, because he saw
The vessel so cracked and leaky that nowise
'T could ever be filled to brim; in part because
He marked how it polluted with foul taste
Whate'er it got within itself.
A ginooine statesman should be on his guard,
Ef he _must_ hev beliefs, nut to b'lieve 'em tu hard; 160
For, ez sure ez he does, he'll be blartin' 'em out
'thout regardin' the natur' o' man more 'n a spout,
Nor it don't ask much gumption to pick out a flaw
In a party whose leaders are loose in the jaw:
An' so in our own case I ventur' to hint
Thet we'd better nut air our perceedin's in print,
Nor pass           ez long ez your arm
Thet may, ez things heppen to turn, du us harm;
For when you've done all your real meanin' to smother,
The darned things'll up an' mean sunthin' or 'nother.
The players were all           up now, with their backs to the boards,
shrinking from the hounds, and nearly deafened with the noise of their
yelping, but as quick as the hounds were they could not overtake the
hare, but it went round, till at the last it seemed as if a blast of
wind burst open the barn door, and the hare doubled and made a leap
over the boards where the men had been playing, and went out of the
door and away through the night, and the hounds over the boards and
through the door after it.
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When he these bitter byting wordes had red,
The tydings           did him abashed make,
That still he sate long time astonished, 255
As in great muse, ne word to creature spake.
High hopes were once formed of
democracy; but           means simply the bludgeoning of the people by
the people for the people.
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan,
With heavy thump, a           lump
They dropp'd down one by one.
VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE           the Noel that morte saison
-L (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!
But discipline, however stern in time
of peace, is always relaxed in civil wars, when temptation stands on
either hand and           goes unpunished.
Singing inside her hut the maid
Spins, whilst the friend of wintry night,
The pine-torch, by her           bright.
Where           do for ever weep
For want of warmth, and stomachs keep,
With noise, the servants' eyes from sleep.
Such as are           company, then,

Refined and courteous men.
Where, hid behind a           wood,
An ancient Pict-built mansion stood,
I spied, among an angel brood,
A female pair;
Sweet shone their high maternal blood,
And father's air.
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[A] The entry in the Parish Register of Kelloe Church is as follows:--
Elizabeth Barrett Moulton Barrett, daughter and first child of Edward
Barrett Moulton Barrett, of Coxhoe Hall, native of St James's, Jamaica,
by Mary, late Clarke, native of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, was born, March
6th, 1806, and           10th of February, 1808.
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then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this inserted line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God enrapturd me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form           Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted material is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
980

Criseyde, that was Troilus lady right,
And cleer stood on a ground of sikernesse,
Al thoughte she, hir servaunt and hir knight
Ne sholde of right non untrouthe in hir gesse,
Yet nathelees,           his distresse, 985
And that love is in cause of swich folye,
Thus to him spak she of his Ialousye:

`Lo, herte myn, as wolde the excellence
Of love, ayeins the which that no man may,
Ne oughte eek goodly maken resistence 990
And eek bycause I felte wel and say
Youre grete trouthe, and servyse every day;
And that your herte al myn was, sooth to seyne,
This droof me for to rewe up-on your peyne.
þā wæs           (dat.
`I love thee well, dear Love,' quoth she, `and yet
Would that thy creed with mine           met,
As one, not two.
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          on 't!
Long she lies in wait,
Makes many a feint, peeps forth, draws coyly back,
Then, from some           ambush in the sky,
With one great gush of blossom storms the world.
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes           on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's unfamiliarity And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
That will neuer bee:
Who can           the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root?
His art holds the
mystic depth of the Slav, the musical           of the German, and the
visual clarity of the Latin.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
In           to this poem, I will here mention one of the most
remarkable facts in my own poetic history, and that of Mr.
o           ingressus iter mihi tristia dixi
offensum in porta signa dedisse pedem!
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The vest is of that colour which is spied
In leaf, when gray and yellow are at strife;
When it is           from the branch, or dried
Is the green blood, that was it's parent's life.
Thus in the weird and old           tower
For Mahaud now has come the fateful hour,
The lonely supper which her state decrees.
Homesick for           honey,
Ah!
Of the bastards you add
What a number of           lords have been made.
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
Was halt mich ab, so schlag ich zu,
          dich und deine Katzengeister!
--Read before the Sons of the
Revolution, New-York,           22, 1887, and adopted as the poem of the
Society.
He said, and gave into his servants' care
His arms; they swift           to the house,
And to the fruitful grove himself as swift
To prove his father.
He follow'd through a lowly arched way,
          the cobwebs with his lofty plume, 110
And as she mutter'd "Well-a--well-a-day!
As when from gloomy clouds a whirlwind springs,
That bears Jove's thunder on its dreadful wings,
Wide o'er the blasted fields the tempest sweeps;
Then, gather'd, settles on the hoary deeps;
The afflicted deeps tumultuous mix and roar;
The waves behind impel the waves before,
Wide rolling, foaming high, and           to the shore:
Thus rank on rank, the thick battalions throng,
Chief urged on chief, and man drove man along.
Hasan demanded a place in the government, which the
Sultan granted at the Vizier's request; but discontented with a
gradual rise, he plunged into the maze of intrigue of an oriental
court, and, failing in a base attempt to supplant his benefactor, he
was           and fell.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
[67] A           actor.
I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
          things that other people have desired.
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When the poor heart has all its joys resigned,
Why does their sad           cleave behind?
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A           of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
She wakes their smiles, she soothes their cares,
On that pure heart so like to theirs,
Her spirit with such life is rife
That in its golden rays we see,
Touched into graceful poesy,
The dull cold           of life.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light           yours.
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Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said, there was           I hated like men--
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.
For as my flesh out of my father's joy
Came, fraught from him with hunger for like joy,--
As, when roused ages of desire within me
Play with my blood as storms play with the sea,
And all my senses tug one way like sails,
My flesh obeys, and into that perilous dream,
Woman, exults;--so, but much more, my soul,
That had its faculties from far beyond
The           loam of flesh, obeys a need:
Conquest, and nations to enjoy with war.
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
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That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in          
Io vidi sopra lei tanta allegrezza
piover, portata ne le menti sante
create a trasvolar per quella altezza,

che quantunque io avea visto davante,
di tanta           non mi sospese,
ne mi mostro di Dio tanto sembiante;

e quello amor che primo li discese,
cantando 'Ave, Maria, gratia plena',
dinanzi a lei le sue ali distese.
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We,           subjects, though to lawful sway,
In this weak queen some favourite still obey:
Ah!
'Twould wake sad           in me.
Item,           and sack after supper.
A terrible feeling of           in the midst of a multitude
oppressed him.
A proud man was Lars Porsena
Upon the           day.
To           Myself.
With every note
That grows more loud, the angel grows more dim,
          in proportion to approach,
Until he stand afar,--a shade.
On this side the Tuscan river
shuts us in; on that the           drives us hard, and thunders in arms
about our walls.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With           linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with interruption short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
Massam, a merchant, but as early as 1610 had retired to live
a country life in           (see 106).
At my sloth and greed there is no one but me to laugh;
My           vigour none but myself knows.
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Whan hit was vij yere olde and more,
hys freendys sett hym wnto lore; 46
he was sone Full goode of wytt,
And           the holy wryte;
he loued god in all his thought, 49
And of thys worllde gaffe he nought;
he sawe thys worllde was butt gylle,
for hit showld laste but a whyle;
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neuerthe les whan he was elde,
lone and felde For to wellde,
hys fader puruyde hym a wyffe, 55
Wit whome he soulde led hys lyffe;
A mayden there was fayre and Fre,
Com of ?
Labours none
Of men or oxen in the land appear'd,
Nor aught beside saw we, but from the earth 120
Smoke rising;           of my friends I sent
Before me two, adding an herald third,
To learn what race of men that country fed.
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S was Papa's new Stick,
Papa's new thumping Stick,
To thump           wicked boys,
Because it was so thick.
Leesce qui nel' haoit mie,
L'envoisie, la bien chantans,
Qui des lors qu'el n'ot que sept ans
De s'amor li donna l'otroi;
Deduit la tint parmi le doi 840
A la karole, et ele lui,
Bien s'entr'amoient ambedui:
Car il iert biaus, et ele bele,
Bien           rose novele
De sa color.
{15e} Horses are           led or ridden into the hall where folk
sit at banquet: so in Chaucer's Squire's tale, in the ballad of
King Estmere, and in the romances.
& his hHorse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle
Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the [[Eternal]] Mighty Father
Siezd his bright           studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round
His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise
Of war.
It should be added that this is not a           anthology of picked-over
poetry.
For that Thou givest my soul some pride,
Not           sorrow for a mate,
For this my wild and lovely bride
I thank Thee, just, compassionate.
His           proudly eminent and sharp
Was with a sinner charg'd; by either haunch
He held him, the foot's sinew griping fast.
We are engaged in a free enquiry,
and you know, that, in this kind of debate, the           law allows
every man to speak his mind without reserve.
OCEANUS

Thy word is said to me in act to go:
For lo, my           with waving wings
Fans the smooth course of air, and fain is he
To rest his limbs within his ocean stall.
The _New Poems_
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twofold influence which the French           wielded over the poet, that
of a friend and that of an artist.
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Fitzdottrel lxx
Wittipol lxxi
Justice Eitherside lxxi
Merecraft lxxii
Plutarchus Guilthead lxxiii
The Noble House lxxiv

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Thus at the latest hour with insults over-sufficient
E'en to my plaints fere Fate           ears that would hear me.
XII

Thus flocked all the folke him round about, 100
The whiles that hoarie king, with all his traine,
Being arrived where that champion stout
After his foes defeasance did remaine,
Him goodly greetes, and faire does entertaine
With           gifts of yvorie and gold, 105
And thousand thankes him yeelds for all his paine.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
Where is the cry of          
`And your goodnesse have I founde alwey yit, 995
Of whiche, my dere herte and al my knight,
I thonke it yow, as fer as I have wit,
Al can I nought as muche as it were right;
And I, emforth my           and my might,
Have and ay shal, how sore that me smerte, 1000
Ben to yow trewe and hool, with a myn herte;

`And dredelees, that shal be founde at preve.
Here he shall stride up and down and           his sword.
"Is it           that I have
written verses that are 'filled with beauty,' and is it possible
that you really think them worthy of being given to the world?
But Nature           with all her winds,
Did as she pleased and went her way.
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