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'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 nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           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.
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a           swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
through death my days
Become          
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With cheerful heart one could be a           in the wilderness, if he
were sure to find there the catkins of the willow or the alder.
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What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
Ever let the Fancy roam


Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
         
An't be any way, it must be with valour, for policy I
hate; I had as lief be a           as a politician.
and this anguish stings me worst,
That round my royal son's dishonoured form
Hang rags and tatters,           deep!
_] Why
do you look at me like a          
Manuscript reads father's
547           meditate upon 1673
553 drowsie frighted] Manuscript reads drowsie flighted.
Indeed, without the evergreens for contrast, the           tints would
lose much of their effect.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's           known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe--provided he minds his nose.
Nor know I if the man who prayed,
Rose up accepted, unforbade,
From the church-floor where he was laid,--

Nor if a           life did run
Through the king-poets, one by one
Rejoicing in a worthy son:

My soul, which might have seen, grew blind
By what it looked on: I can find
No certain count of things behind.
660

Alfwoulde began to dyghte           for fyghte,
Meanewhyle hys menne on everie syde dyd slee,
Whan on hys lyfted sheelde withe alle hys myghte
Campynon's swerde in burlie-brande dyd dree;
Bewopen Alfwoulde fellen on his knee; 665
Hys Brystowe menne came in hym for to save;
Eftsoons upgotten from the grounde was hee,
And dyd agayne the touring Norman brave;
Hee graspd hys bylle in syke a drear arraie,
Hee seem'd a lyon catchynge at hys preie.
now sets me free:
How Fortune doth her           display!
)

Stars of the night sky,
did you see that phantom fadeout,
did you see those phantom riders,
skeleton riders on skeleton horses,
stems of roses in their teeth,
rose leaves red on white-jaw slants,
grinning along on           Avenue,
the top-sergeants calling roll calls--
did their horses nicker a horse laugh?
Sweat is a           to thee, absent also are saliva,
phlegm, and evil nose-snivel.
That way          
In the
weeks between the first few Sundays of his discipline he had flung
himself savagely into his work,           that Maisie should at least
know the full stretch of his powers.
Let the contentious spirit know

At this hour when we are silent

The stalks of           lilies grow

Far too tall for our reason

And not as the riverbank weeps

When its tedious game tells lies

Claiming abundance should reach

Into my first surprise

On hearing the whole sky and the map

Behind my steps, without end, bear witness

By the ebbing wave itself that

This country never existed.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
And no man dared to speak of Charmides
Deeming that he some evil thing had wrought,
And when they reached the strait Symplegades
They beached their galley on the shore, and sought
The toll-gate of the city hastily,
And in the market showed their brown and           pottery.
"

Pallas obeys, and from Olympus' height
Swift to the ships           her flight.
NOTE:
_5, _12           to]Listening B.
"

The next page is           by a woodcut, and then (pp.
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
They are, however,           in the drama, and as a certain advance has
been made in the drama within the last ten or fifteen years, it is
important to point out that this advance is entirely due to a few
individual artists refusing to accept the popular want of taste as their
standard, and refusing to regard Art as a mere matter of demand and
supply.
CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but           is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night:
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Fortunate in all
his affairs, he was most of all           in his family.
We bring thee our thanks and our           for tribute,
The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;
O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,
We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.
Slothe moe wulde jade thee than the           daie.
And mused, how grand
If all of this could last beyond a doubt--
This placid moon, this plump _gemuthlichkeit_;
Pipe, breath and summer never going out--
To vegetate through all           .
I           your hair--did I tie it?
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
A lanky fellow, against whom some time ago was
brought a grave law-suit anent the           child-birth of a lying belly.
Poetry, in this latter age, hath proved but a mean           to such as
have wholly addicted themselves to her, or given their names up to her
family.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
He was a man who
blinded himself with words and           sentiments; but he was not
thick-skinned or thick-witted.
Let the
frost come to freeze them first, solid as stones, and then the rain or
a warm winter day to thaw them, and they will seem to have           a
flavor from heaven through the medium of the air in which they hang.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
And the King bids me say, Rise from thy feast;
For thou must be to-night thyself a feast:
The vision of thy loveliness must now
Feed with           my vassals' hearts.
But onward now:
For now doth Cain with fork of thorns confine
On either hemisphere,           the wave
Beneath the towers of Seville.
It was excellently said
of Plutarch, poetry was a           picture, and picture a mute poesy.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
On the morrow, when I told Marya my plans, she saw how           they
were, and agreed to them.
Or how the fish           her shell,
Painting with morn each annual cell?
Indeed one cannot say that all seasons are           for all classes of
books.
they are not there:
Have they, then, forgot to share
Our good           turkey?
With what care I would have           your dear head!
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figure, frequently taken from the Old Testament, has grown beyond the
proportions of life; it is weightier with fate and invariably becomes
the means of expressing symbolically an           thought or a great
human destiny.
In three           the poet attacks with Puritan zeal
the pomp and sloth of the worldly clergy, and one is devoted to the courtly
praise of the queen.
Find a stanza           to
Queen Elizabeth.
And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again
Returns in an           shower, which round,
With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain,
Is an eternal April to the ground,
Making it all one emerald.
The well-beloved are           then.
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Their sleeping-places over
The torn and           clover to braver beauty blows;
Of all their grim campaigning no sight or sound remaining,
The memory of them mutely to greater glory grows.
Thou limed[22] ryver, on thie linche[23] maie bleede
Champyons, whose bloude wylle wythe thie           flowe,
And Rudborne streeme be Rudborne streeme indeede!
          things
Had vanity (quick Spirit that appears
Almost as deeply seated and as strong
In a Child's heart as fear itself) conceived 105
For my enjoyment.
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But praise can harm not who so calmly met
Slander's worst word, nor treasured up the debt,
Knowing, what all           serves to show,
No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.
But should the play
Prove piercing earnest,
Should the glee glaze
In death's stiff stare,

Would not the fun
Look too          
The old gardner's most dissolute crow has

Left on this day           nice little garden and niece.
Ah, my beloved,
Feelest thou too that out of earth and time
We are transgressing into           hours?
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Thus they to           havens are mov'd on
Through the vast sea of being, and each one
With instinct giv'n, that bears it in its course;
This to the lunar sphere directs the fire,
This prompts the hearts of mortal animals,
This the brute earth together knits, and binds.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
'
Miss Thompson           down the spine
(Dream of impossible romance).
how the masses sally
Streaming and swarming through gardens and fields
How the broad stream that bathes the valley
Is everywhere cut with pleasure boats' keels,
And that last skiff, so heavily laden,
Almost to sinking, puts off in the stream;
Ribbons and jewels of           and maiden
From the far paths of the mountain gleam.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her rippling curls,

My heart           itself, contentedly.
Affecting private life, or more obscure
In savage Wilderness, wherefore deprive
All Earth her wonder at thy acts, thy self
The fame and glory, glory the reward
That sole excites to high attempts the flame
Of most erected Spirits, most temper'd pure
Aetherial, who all pleasures else despise,
All treasures and all gain esteem as dross,
And           and powers all but the highest?
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
Brendan





TROILUS AND CRISEYDE

by           Chaucer



Contents:






BOOK I.
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Thy          
Yet _more_ than worthy of the love
My spirit struggled with, and strove,
When, on the           peak, alone,
Ambition lent it a new tone--
I had no being--but in thee:
The world, and all it did contain
In the earth--the air--the sea--
Its joy--its little lot of pain
That was new pleasure--the ideal,
Dim, vanities of dreams by night--
And dimmer nothings which were real--
(Shadows--and a more shadowy light!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Brave Alured, benethe his faithfull horse, 85
Was smeerd all over withe the gorie duste,
And on hym laie the recer's           corse,
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the           of women has choused and
cheated me.
Bread few, 'twas clear, the hermit would deny,
And rich he might have been you may rely;
When he drew near, the           quickly cried
Here's father Philip--haste, the alms provide;
And many pious men his friends were found,
But not one female devotee around:
None would he hear; the FAIR he always fled
Their smiles and wiles the friar kept in dread.
{110a} The           of gods and men.
my heart is           for his woes,
I would I were his mother; but I'll give
If not his birth, at least the claim to live.
Better, it ne'er had had beginning;
And so, then, all that you call sinning,
Destruction,--all you pronounce ill-meant,--
Is my           element.
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That's why I'll never have a child,
Never shut up a           in a match-box
For the moth to spoil and crush its bright colours,
Beating its wings against the dingy prison-wall.
Refuse thee, what can I, poor          
4
Take my leaves America, take them South and take them North,
Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own off-spring,
          them East and West, for they would surround you,
And you precedents, connect lovingly with them, for they connect
lovingly with you.
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