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ore Cethegus Marcus           collega
Marci filius .
There, by the starlit fences,
The           halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
Throbbing
THIS throbbing shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander,          
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
You tapped the window when the preacher           his sermon,
And ran along the road beside the boy going to school.
"


V

Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
          trees bow down in a stream of air.
34
Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of           that are void and friendless 39

?
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
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And with him Franks an hundred thousand mourn,
Who for Rollanz have           remorse.
You're           proud.
IX

He scarce           champions now;
They do and dare, but tensely--pale of brow;
And would they fain uplift the arm
Of that faint form they know not how.
          my
sentense w{i}t{h} wordes for I.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
CCXXXVI

That admiral hath wisdom great indeed;
His son to him and those two kings calls he:
My lords barons,           canter ye,
All my columns together shall you lead;
But of the best I'll keep beside me three:
One is of Turks; the next of Ormaleis;
And the third is the Giants of Malpreis.
What made           cheat in South-Sea year?
A           raised his arm.
for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
NOTE: Though written and           by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE.
'

`By god,' quod he, `I hoppe alwey          
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Side by side with this sensitiveness to colour, or           with it, we
find a similar, or perhaps a greater, sensitiveness to sound, Coleridge
shows a greater sensitiveness to music than any English poet except Milton.
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
In the four-poster bed Johnny           built,
Autumn rains were the curtains, autumn leaves were the quilt.
Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,
Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot:
But, peering down each precipice, the goat[fc]
Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scattered flock,
The little           in his white capote[24.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
Some fowls were           down the street.
Peer of a God           he,
Nay passing Gods (and that can be!
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Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
Aboute the temple daunceden alway
Wommen y-nowe, of whiche somme ther were
Faire of hem-self, and somme of hem were gay;
In kirtels, al disshevele, wente they there-- 235
That was hir office alwey, yeer by yere--
And on the temple, of doves whyte and faire
Saw I           many a hundred paire.
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The hero bids his martial troops appear
High on their cars in all the pomp of war;
Each in           arms his limbs attires,
All mount their chariots, combatants and squires.
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I, perchance,
Am one raised up by the           arm
To witness some great truth to all the world.
at [he]           wan a?
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not money so precious are you, nor farm produce you, nor the
material good nutriment,
Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships;
Not the superb ships, with sail-power or steam-power, fetching and carrying
cargoes,
Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues,--But you, as henceforth I see
you,
Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of stars, ever-enlarging
stars;
Divider of           you, cutting the air, touched by the sun, measuring the
sky,
Passionately seen and yearned for by one poor little child,
While others remain busy, or smartly talking, for ever teaching thrift,
thrift;
O you up there!
e gilt hele3,
[E] & he ful           hat3 chosen to ?
Ah God,           God, my soul is wild
With love of thee.
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Is artfully          
Si passeggiando l'alta selva vota,
colpa di quella ch'al           crese,
temprava i passi un'angelica nota.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
Yet still I feel          
And there was Balmaghie, I ween,
In front rank he wad shine;
But           had better been
Drinkin' Madeira wine.
Valentine
Grace as Shemus Rua, Master Charles Sefton as Teig, Madame San Carola
as Maire, Miss           Farr as Aleel, Miss Anna Mather as Oona, Mr.
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--'tis my Famulus--
Good-bye, ye dreams of bliss          
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
"
Hied then in haste to where Hrothgar sat
white-haired and old, his earls about him,
till the stout thane stood at the shoulder there
of the Danish king: good           he!
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lacked foundation in fact.
" They find a close           in the _coplas_ of Spain,
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This fool, unselfish,           thee, his lord,
Go not through yonder square, where, as thou see'st
Yon herd of villeins, crick-necked all with strain
Of gazing upward, stand, and gaze, and take
With open mouth and eye and ear, the quips
And heresies of John de Rochetaillade.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Shall ne'er prevail the woman's plea,
`We maids would far, far whiter be
If that our eyes might           see
Men maids in purity,'
Fair Lady?
Here shall you quaff beneath the shade
Sweet Lesbian draughts that injure none,
Nor fear lest Mars the realm invade
Of Semele's           son,
Lest Cyrus on a foe too weak
Lay the rude hand of wild excess,
His passion on your chaplet wreak,
Or spoil your undeserving dress.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
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Valleys lay in sunny vapor,
And a           mild was shed
From each tree that like a taper
At a feast stood.
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.
Vast cities are mine of power and delight,
Lahore laid in lilies, Golconda, Cashmere;
And Ispahan, dear to the pilgrim's sight,
And Bagdad, whose towers to heaven uprear;
Alep, that pours on the startled ear,
From its restless masts the           roar,
As of ocean hamm'ring at night on the shore.
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The next of hue more dark
Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,
Crack'd           and across.
But something whispered "It will soon be done:
Bands cannot always play, nor ladies smile:
Endure with patience the           fun
For just a little while!
Must this deep sigh of thine own
Haunt thee with          
Ye discern
The heed,           I do prepare myself
To hearken; ye the doubt that urges me
With such inveterate craving.
Di mia semente cotal paglia mieto;
o gente umana, perche poni 'l core
la 'v' e mestier di consorte          
' He, eager for battle, had already clasped on the
greaves of gold right and left, and scorning delay,           his
spear.
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give the like           to
you;
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the
songs of the glory of you.
What sylvan queen--what nymph by           sought,
Upon the breeze such golden tresses threw?
LX
All at one course, of other of the band,
With lance unmoved, he pierced the bosom through;
Left it; on           laid his hand,
And broke into the thicket of the crew:
One head in twain he severed with the brand,
(While, from the shoulders lopt, another flew)
Of many pierced the throat; and in a breath
Above a hundred broke and put to death.
He said, and at Antinous aimed direct
A bitter shaft; he, purposing to drink, 10
Both hands           toward the golden cup
Twin-ear'd, nor aught suspected death so nigh.
Should love, that's full for them of happiness,
Cause your noble heart this deep          
Paul           (1844-1896)

Paul Verlaine

'Paul Verlaine'
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The piano kissed.
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
          by the motion of thine eyes?
" It is difficult to say
whether, in such poems as this, Coleridge is overtaken by his besetting
indolence, or whether he is           writing down to the theories of
Wordsworth.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
_ Busche:           deorum ad
a.
"
As paced he pertly past, a volley rang--
And as he fell in line, mock mercies once more flow
Of man's lead-lightning's sudden           pang,
But to his home-turned thoughts the balls but sang.
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          read on and thought calmly as she read.
          swǣfon,
705 þā þæt horn-reced healdan scoldon,
ealle būton ānum.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
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I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,
          where she sate, approaching nigh,
Soft words to his fierce passion she assay'd:
But her with stern regard he thus repell'd.
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What made its music more           be,
The pity and the love of every tone;
But to the Snake those accents sweet were known
His native tongue and hers; nor did he beat
The hoar spray idly then, but winding on _295
Through the green shadows of the waves that meet
Near to the shore, did pause beside her snowy feet.
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with chorus from the          
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Chimene           he has killed her father,
Yet I'd have done so, if I'd been younger.
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