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What a world of           their harmony foretells!
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OSWALD Happy are we,
Who live in these           tracts, that own
No law but what each man makes for himself;
Here justice has indeed a field of triumph.
The capital letter "W" is often           with
"VV", the letter "v" and the letter "u" are used interchangeably,
and the letters "i" and "j" are also used interchangeably.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air           by
beings like us, who walk this sphere:
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
'
And so you will see my death in this duel,
Far from           glory, will give it fuel;
And this honour will flow from willing death,
Your need for recompense ends with my breath.
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
But with          
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the           might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
I roam anew,
Scarce           of my late distress .
Again, they often           even the roofs
Of houses and inside the very rooms
With swift flame hold a fierce dominion.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
--it           up the sky through the night!
"

"Why, we are sometimes           pushed for provisions.
As appears
The tower of Carisenda, from beneath
Where it doth lean, if chance a passing cloud
So sail across, that           it hangs,
Such then Antaeus seem'd, as at mine ease
I mark'd him stooping.
]
The startled bird           upon the wing.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
Herman           her in
silence.
The crowd's applause has now a scornful tone;
O couldst thou hear my           tell its story,
How little either sire or son
Has done to merit such a glory!
          MART, Mars, the god of war.
My father disapproves: and laws most severe 105
Prevent him granting nephews to her brothers:
He fears the           born of a guilty strain:
He'd like to bury their sister and their name,
Submit her to his guardianship till the grave,
Ensure that for her no wedding torches blaze.
es           et uorax et aleo.
Sir           and Queen Guinevere.
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"She would not leave the land they were upon,
Whose soil was fruitful, and whose air was sane,
Throughout which many limpid rivers ran,
Shaded with woods, and for the most part plain;
With creek and port, where stranger bark could shun
Foul wind or storm, which vexed the neighbouring main,
That might from Afric or from Egypt bring
Victual or other           thing.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull          
er           brenned,
876 Wat3 gray?
By perfect, we understand that
to which nothing is wanting, as place to the           that is raised, and
action to the fable that is formed.
Every species of assassination was
the policy of their courts, and every act of           rapine and
massacre followed the path of victory.
In my           with the Chinese I cannot recall a modern
Chinese who was a poet.
Daddy Long-legs,
"I can never sing again;
And, if you wish, I'll tell you why,
          it gives me pain.
"
In the evening
The far valleys were           with tiny lights.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
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The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a           crag, _35
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
Sow your           for earth's reaping,
So you may be glad, though sleeping.
[Footnote D of 'Descriptive Sketches',
the           poem in this text.
Quick, rub thine eyes and draw thy hose:
The Morning comes ere           goes.
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are           for ensuring that what you are doing is legal.
Far as the east from even,
Dim as the border star, --
Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms,
Our           are.
,           space, house_, _hall_: dat.
oblivion dark and long
Has locked them in a tearless grave,
For lack of           song.
That which is the very keynote of           art was to him the proper
basis of natural life.
Faggots are heaped all about me against the cold of the winter,

Which I so hate for the crows           then down on my head,

Which they befoul very shamefully.
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Aricia

I'm astonished and           by all I hear,
I fear lest a dream deceives me, yes I fear.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
The results of this great change were           happy and
glorious.
"




LXXXVI


Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the           truth.
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Ah           with woe!
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Already doubled is the cape--our bay
          that prow which proudly spurns the spray.
Thus grow I calm, and to such state am brought,
At noon, at break of day, at vesper-bell,
I find them in my mind so           dwell,
I neither think nor care beside for aught.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
How           serene a sea of pride!
But there upon the sanded floor,
More wonderful in all that store
Than           on slab or shelf,
Stood Miles, the fishmonger, himself.
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Says           the king: "Now let that be.
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
His high-handed conduct
soon became unpopular, but he continued in favor with           and
James, and his disgrace did not come until 1621.
neque ulla uota litoralibus deis
sibi esse facta, cum ueniret a marei
          hunc ad usque limpidum lacum.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Pine cone,           by squirrels, 196.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
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?
Thus, Woman,           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 exclusively yours.
Verflucht, was uns in Traumen heuchelt
Des Ruhms, der           Trug!
Your           even lent you fresh dimension.
Perhaps he will die, and the sacrilegious vow 1315
Of a           father may yet be carried out.
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Traveller, to thee, perchance, a tedious road,
Or, it may be, a picture; to these men,
The           is an armory of powers,
Which, one by one, they know to draw and use.
Why will you plead           so sad forlorn,
While I am striving how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
Very           instances of this are the sunset and
sunrise in Book I, when the departure of the sun-god and his return to
earth are so described that the pictures we see are of an evening and
morning sky, an angry sunset, and a grey and misty dawn.
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--And so the           slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
quem tu           ad tuum Catullum
misti, continuo ut die periret,
Saturnalibus, optimo dierum!
O'er miles and miles the           ruins spread
Beneath its base, from captive tempests bred,
The air seemed filled with harmony strange and dire;
While swarmed around the entire human race
A future Babel, on the world's whole space
Fixed its eternal spire.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
FAUST:
Hat sich dir was im Kopf          
Yong fry of          
He is
that rare and unknown being, a genuine poet--a poet in the midst of
things that have disordered his spirit--a poet excessively           in
his taste for and by beauty .
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
"Since of all women thou hast made of me
Unto my husband a disgust and shame;
Since I may not cast this monstrosity,
Like an old love-epistle, to the flame;

"I will pour out thine           hate
On this the accursed weapon of thy spite;
This stunted tree I will so desecrate
That not one tainted bud shall see the light!
If I but deserve you,
I keep all you grant to him and more:
You shall make me dare what others dare not,
You shall keep my nature pure as snow,
And a light from you that others share not
Shall           me where'er I go.
Now indeed
His senses had swoon'd off: he did not heed
The sudden silence, or the whispers low,
Or the old eyes           at his woe, 400
Or anxious calls, or close of trembling palms,
Or maiden's sigh, that grief itself embalms:
But in the self-same fixed trance he kept,
Like one who on the earth had never slept.
          of the Evening.
Was it not well beleev'd till now, that hee, 25
Whose reputation was an extasie
On           States, which knew not why to wake,
Till hee discover'd what wayes he would take;
For whom, what Princes angled, when they tryed,
Met a _Torpedo_, and were stupified; 30
And others studies, how he would be bent;
Was his great fathers greatest instrument,
And activ'st spirit, to convey and tie
This soule of peace, through Christianity?
With "Mary, when shall we return,
Sic           to renew?
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