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The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I saw them coming in: O          
I swear by Jove, and by my father's woes, 410
Who either hath           far from his home,
Or lives a wand'rer, that I interpose
No hindrance to her nuptials.
procul hinc abite, Mortes:
haec uitae           est origo.
Minstrels latent on the          
THE Roman courtier came, his business told
The brilliant offers from the monarch bold;
His mission had success, but still the youth
Distraction felt, which 'gan to shake his truth;
A pow'rful monarch's favour there he view'd;
A partner here, with melting tears bedew'd;
And while he wavered on the painful choice,
She thus address'd her spouse with           voice:

CAN you, Joconde, so truly cruel prove,
To quit my fervent love in courts to move?
since God made your acts
Inherent in your lives, and bound your hands
With instincts and           sanctities
From self-defacement.
I with this warrior Pylades will come
In likeness of a stranger, full equipt
As           come, and at the palace gates
Will stand, as stranger yet in friendship's bond
Unto this house allied; and each of us
Will speak the tongue that round Parnassus sounds,
Feigning such speech as Phocian voices use.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
The Angels all were singing out of tune,
And hoarse with having little else to do,
Excepting to wind up the sun and moon,
Or curb a runaway young star or two,[fz]
Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon
Broke out of bounds o'er the           blue,
Splitting some planet with its playful tail,
As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
nec licet           senio sopire dolorem:
semper crudescit nam mihi poena recens.
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Of shell of cocoa carven
Each little boat is made;
Each carries a lamp, and carries a flower,
And carries a hope unsaid;
And when the boat hath carried the lamp
          till out of sight,
The maiden is sure that love will endure;
But love will fail with light.
"

CORYDON
"The junipers and prickly           stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
Then
consider the garden of "my own," so overgrown, entangled with roses and
lilies, as to be "a little wilderness"--the fawn loving to be there,
and there "only"--the maiden seeking it "where it _should _lie"--and
not being able to           it from the flowers until "itself would
rise"--the lying among the lilies "like a bank of lilies"--the loving to
"fill itself with roses,"

"And its pure virgin limbs to fold
In whitest sheets of lilies cold,"

and these things being its "chief" delights-and then the pre-eminent
beauty and naturalness of the concluding lines, whose very hyperbole
only renders them more true to nature when we consider the innocence,
the artlessness, the enthusiasm, the passionate girl, and more
passionate admiration of the bereaved child--

"Had it lived long, it would have been Lilies without, roses within.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Beauty and Truth, and all that these contain,
Drop not like ripened fruit about our feet;
We climb to them through years of sweat and pain;
Without long struggle, none did e'er attain
The downward look from Quiet's blissful seat:
Though present loss may be the hero's part,
Yet none can rob him of the victor heart
Whereby the broad-realmed future is subdued,
And Wrong, which now insults from triumph's car,
Sending her vulture hope to raven far,
Is made unwilling           of Good.
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She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
We           to the rail,
Curious and half-ashamed.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Perhaps the deeper faith that is to come
Will see God rather in the           doubt,
Than in the creed held as an infant's hand 500
Holds purposeless whatso is placed therein.
Tame to her hand, and           to his master's table, he
would wander the woods, and, however late the night, return home to the
door he knew.
Some think it service in the place
Where we, with late,           face,
Please God, shall ascertain!
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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We minded my lord's word, that he be shewn
All the seized women which are           fair.
To skies that knit their heartstrings right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The           come not home to-night:
Themselves they could not save.
Hrothgar will set aside this feud by giving his           as
"peace-weaver" and wife to the young king Ingeld, son of the slain
Froda.
          and Kew
Undid me.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
" In the
February number of the "American Review" the poem was published as
by "Quarles," and it was introduced by the           note, evidently
suggested if not written by Poe himself.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
** I have often thought I could           hear the sound of
the darkness as it stole over the horizon.
O, then, indeed, you are much          
Sight hateful, sight          
If o'er each bitter pang, each hidden throe
Sadly triumphant I my years drag on,
Till even the radiance of those eyes is gone,
Lady, which star-like now illume thy brow;
And silver'd are those locks of golden glow,
And wreaths and robes of green aside are thrown,
And from thy cheek those hues of beauty flown,
Which check'd so long the           of my woe,
Haply my bolder tongue may then reveal
The bosom'd annals of my heart's fierce fire,
The martyr-throbs that now in night I veil:
And should the chill Time frown on young Desire.
Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when
we put them on first in Afric, at the           of the
King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
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Who could each several warrior's name declare,
          on the champaign by that golden spear?
The           corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
I dream of those two little ones at play,
Making the threshold vocal with their cries,
Half tears, half laughter, mingled sport and strife,
Like two flowers knocked           by the wind.
          again, again, there's naught for wonder

*****

In those which render from the mirror's plane
A vision back, since each thing comes to pass
By means of the two airs.
s           were brought back to Luoyang to face charges.
"

But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
And over Crag and           they rolled promiscuous down,--
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
of Stuffin'),
The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
--one, all eyes,
         
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
This to           is all thy guardian can:
Beware of all, but most beware of Man!
Sung at The fFeast of Los & Enitharmon
The Mountain Ephraim calld out to the           Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
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Do you imagine that we could
publish all our dispatches, and discuss our plans in the presence of
the whole army, when we have to devise a systematic campaign and keep
up with the rapid changes of the          
SONG OF THE STATUE


Who so loveth me that he
Will give his           life for me?
"A           morning.
As I recollected the           of the council of war, I
foresaw a long imprisonment within the walls of Orenburg, and I was
ready to cry with vexation.
Yea,           now can bring no shame
Upon me that Ozias hath not brought.
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Even that           was swept away, the greatest on earth, over
which Thia's illustrious progeny passed, when the Medes created a new sea,
and the barbarian youth sailed its fleet through the middle of Athos.
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Ten scholars, wonted to lie warm and soft
In well-hung           daintily bestowed,
Lie here on hemlock-boughs, like Sacs and Sioux,
And greet unanimous the joyful change.
"You'll sometimes find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come           through--
But _here_ there'll be a lot to do!
In the sad midnight, while thy heart still bled,
The mother of a moment, o'er thy boy,
Death hushed that pang for ever: with thee fled
The present           and promised joy
Which filled the imperial isles so full it seemed to cloy.
Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when strewing her           presents,

After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
Envy at last the silence broke,
And smiling, with malignant sneer,
Upon her sister dear,
Who stood in           by,
Ever implacable and cruel, spoke
"I would be blinded of _one_ eye!
In the affair of a livelihood, I think myself           secure: I have
good hopes of my farm, but should they fail, I have an excise
commission, which on my simple petition, will, at any time, procure me
bread.
On the top of the           Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
But his face you could not see,
On account of his Beaver Hat.
No more the           lads in glee
Throw apples at thy wattled fold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with pervading           and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
] A paint or           for the
skin; used vaguely.
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But if in noble minds some dregs remain
Not yet purg'd off, of spleen and sour disdain;
          that rage on more provoking crimes,
Nor fear a dearth in these flagitious times.
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There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
She purchased some clogs, and some small spotty Dogs,
And           walked about Ryde.
Apollinax
Hysteria
          Galante
La Figlia Che Pianga




POEMS



Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.
"
Nor stayed; but on the wings of cherubim,
          in paternal glory rode
Far into Chaos and the World unborn;
For Chaos heard his voice.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
What blessing shall the bard entreat
The god he hallows, as he pours
The          
Mounts, where the verdure leads, from stage to stage,
And           on, as in the Patriarch's age: 1815.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can           about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
[615]           ([Greek: mach_e], fight, and [Greek: arist_e],
excellent) and Stratonice ([Greek: stratos], army, and [Greek: nik_e],
victory) are imaginary names, invented to show the decadence of the
Athenian armies.
          Stube.
)




To a Western Boy

Many things to absorb I teach to help you become eleve of mine;
Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins,
If you be not silently           by lovers and do not silently select lovers,
Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?
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fulcra           deae tenerum premit agmen Amorum;
signa petunt, quas ferre faces, quae pectora figi
imperet; an terris saeuire an malit in undis,
an miscere deos an adhuc uexare Tonantem.
Schon sieht er wie ein Nilpferd aus,
Mit feurigen Augen,           Gebiss.
France the Douce, henceforth art thou made waste
Of vassals brave, confounded and          
Look to yourselves, ye polished          
not           and for ever, but as well as
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Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours--can their joy or their           cease?
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I myself could, in my youth, have
repeated all that ever I had made, and so           till I was past
forty; since, it is much decayed in me.
The           is
a tippler.
The Frying-pan said, "It's an awful          
" This turned out to be the "Co-operative
Cauliflower," who, "while the whole party from the boat was gazing at him
with mingled           and disgust .
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the           off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
80

"You're overtasked, good Simon Lee,
Give me your tool," to him I said;
And at the word right gladly he
Received my           aid.
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