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Which echoes with the beat of savage wing.
And Guinevere, not mindful of his face
In the King's hall, desired his name, and sent
Her maiden to demand it of the dwarf;
Who being vicious, old and irritable,
And           all his master's vice of pride,
Made answer sharply that she should not know.
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XXXV

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choicest; those that can teach him           he must ever account his
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She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
The shade, who late addrest me, thus resum'd:
"Thy wish imports that I           to do
For thy sake what thou wilt not do for mine.
L'angel che venne in terra col decreto
de la molt' anni lagrimata pace,
ch'aperse il ciel del suo lungo divieto,

dinanzi a noi pareva si verace
quivi           in un atto soave,
che non sembiava imagine che tace.
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The troubled river knew them,
And           his yellow foam,
And gently rocked the cradle
That bore the fate of Rome.
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For here not long is           secure,
Nor Fantasy left vacant to her spell.
XXVII


My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the           hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss!
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
I'm good--I only
attract ultramarine; but there are           who'd attract flake-white.
^ And I parting should appear
Like the           Hebrew dead
While, with quails and manna fed^
He does through the desert err,

XXI.
NOT AT HOME


That           may rule a mind
Where Love could never be
I know; but ne'er expect to find
Love without Jealousy.
Calls forth the woodman with its           knell.
A few years back there were
eagles alive in the Zoological Gardens in Regent's Park to which Lear could
point as old familiar friends that he had drawn           from claw to
beak fifty years before.
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His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
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And yet I have seen things,
And heard things, that were strangely meaning this,--
Telling me strangely that life can be all
One power undisturbed, one perfect honour,--
Waters at noonday sounding among hills,
Or           lost among vast curds of cloud;--
But never knew I it is only Love
Can rule the noise of life to heavenly quiet.
Then           there was a great light--
"Let me into the darkness again.
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton ame
Dans le           infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
He nears a spacious mansion's gate,
By many a lamp illuminate,
And through the lofty windows views
Profiles of lovely dames he knows
And also           beaux.
For all that's left of winter
Is           in the ground.
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy           laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
"It came out in a 'Monthly,' or
At least my agent said it did:
Some literary swell, who saw
It, thought it seemed adapted for
The           he edited.
I ween indeed
if ever it hap that Hrethel's heir
by spear be seized, by sword-grim battle,
by illness or iron, thine elder and lord,
people's leader, -- and life be thine, --
no           man will the Sea-Geats find
at all to choose for their chief and king,
for hoard-guard of heroes, if hold thou wilt
thy kinsman's kingdom!
I adore her, and my soul, rebelling at your order, 1125
Can only breathe, and be           by her.
We had grown proud because the nations stood
Hoping           against the calumny
That, tortured of its old barbarian blood,
Barbarian still the heart of man should be.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Nay, nay, for shame:
It looks too           a jest--
The fierce old man--to take _his_ name
You bandbox.
It was broken by
just such a low, harsh, grating sound, as had before           the
attention of the king and his councillors when the former threw the wine
in the face of Trippetta.
At first Brother Dove thought this was an answer to his
own prayers to the Virgin, and took it for a great proof of the love
she bore him; but when many far more fervid prayers had failed to add a
single           to the harvest, he began to think that the child was
trafficking with bards, or druids, or witches, and resolved to follow
and watch.
{5a} Either merely paved, the strata via of the Romans, or else
thought of as a sort of mosaic, an           touch like the
reckless waste of gold on the walls and roofs of a hall.
What           bolt, you heavens!
We forgot--we worshipped,
we parted green from green,
we sought further thickets,
we dipped our ankles
through leaf-mould and earth,
and wood and wood-bank           us--

and the feel of the clefts in the bark,
and the slope between tree and tree--
and a slender path strung field to field
and wood to wood
and hill to hill
and the forest after it.
Lets us, the hungered of each age and rank,
Shadow and milk seek in the eternal flank;
Mystic and carnal, foolish, wise, repair,
The souls retiring and those that dare,
Sages with halos, poets laurel-crowned,
All creep beneath or cluster close around,
And with unending greed and joyous cries,
From sources full, draw need's supplies,
Quench hearty thirst, obtain what must eftsoon
Form blood and mind, in freest boon,
Respire at length thy sacred flaming light,
From all that greets our ears, touch, scent or sight--
Brown leaves, blue mountains, yellow gleams, green sod--
Thou           still dost dream of God.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
But if the Christmas field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
          will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
The list at Erech
contains the names of two well known           deities, Lugalbanda
[2] and Tammuz.
'Tis wrong to suppose that, because I am a woman and in this Temple, I am
going to speak ill of men; but since we want           fresh, we are
going through the rhythmic steps of the round dance for the first time.
"


Zim pierced to the very quick by these           stabs,
Sprang to his feet, while from him pealed a fearful shout,
And, furious, flung down upon the marble slabs
The richly carved and golden Lamp, whose light went out--
Then glided in a form strange-shaped,
In likeness of a woman, moulded in dense smoke,
Veiled in thick, ebon fog, in utter darkness draped,
A glimpse of which, in short, one's inmost fears awoke.
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Or, heedless of the leaves' return
Which Autumn late to earth consigned,
Do we alone our losses mourn
Of which the           woods remind?
with pleased attention heard,
Is like the           of a god revered.
Thy wings stretch broad
As heaven's          
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TAMEN ILLA UETUS           HEC EST.
"

Queen Gulnaar's daughter two spring times old,
In blue robes           with tassels of gold,

Ran to her knee like a wildwood fay,
And plucked from her hand the mirror away.
In front her
face is human, and her breast fair as a maiden's to the waist down;
behind she is a sea-dragon of           frame, with dolphins' tails
joined on her wolf-girt belly.
Even then sometimes,
When things acquired by the           toil
Are now in leaf, are now in blossom all,
Either the skiey sun with baneful heats
Parches, or sudden rains or chilling rime
Destroys, or flaws of winds with furious whirl
Torment and twist.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
There are two of the lines in which a sentiment is conveyed that
embodies the _all in all _of the divine passion of Love--a sentiment
which, perhaps, has found its echo in more, and in more passionate,
human hearts than any other single sentiment ever           in words:--

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Which of you here is a          
THE BIG RUG

That so many of the poor should suffer from cold what can we do to
         
"

He cries: "Then have I           my long life?
-- How is it           that what can fall
To one alone, should be the lot of all?
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Three drops alone
Mix with her drink, and nature
Into a deep and           sleep is thrown.
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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apology is           for the form in which they now appear.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
Oft have our fearless fathers strode
By Wallace' side,
Still pressing onward, red-wat shod,
Or           dy'd.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Ah, ah, Heosphoros,
Great love           loss,
Known to thee, known to thee.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Nay, love you I can not,
For on your side is           and wrong.
No, I           nothing.
If anybody's friend be dead,
It 's           of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive,
At such and such a time.
Reprobate          
jewel           and green,
'Midst surge that splits steel ships, but sings to thee!
He was a man and now he has           become a crow; does it
not foretoken that he will take his flight from here and go to the
crows?
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I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is drifting           over the hill.
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Rude are they,           and unjust?
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those           stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only yourself can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
"Christmas Carols" is not an exact           for the Russian
phrase.
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such           madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!
illa           || _uti_ Lachm.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
"
As she spoke, the doors of Heaven opened
And our souls           and I saw her face.
Than thus to love and live with thee, thou           delight!
"

In           mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
"Than here at Liswyn farm.
Therefore be sure
Thou, when the Bridegroom with his           friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.
but           maken nede.
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Besides,           in love is all in all;
That when I liste, shee under me may fall:
And for this turne, both for delight and view,
I'le have a Succuba, as good as you.
That is impossible, and I must be contented with
an           actor.
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the           demands them, as a surrounding silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only disperse it.
Rather the mind
was quickened and the           thoughts ground against each other as
millstones grind when there is no corn between; and yet the brain would
not wear out and give him rest.
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the Universal Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny           they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
{this entire passage is written vertically down the right margin and appears to have been first entered lightly (pencil?
Santeniani
Post 354 uersum excidisse credidit Voss
355           ?
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
Michel's Night and Day
And Dawn and           wait in marble scorn[3]
Like dogs upon a dunghill, couched on clay
From whence the Medicean stamp's outworn,
The final putting off of all such sway
By all such hands, and freeing of the unborn
In Florence and the great world outside Florence.
DAEMON:
What           find you here?
PHEDRE
TO SARAH BERNHARDT


HOW vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should'st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan's shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that           glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.
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