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Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever           he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
These long           noons bend down your head
Bowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.
Get hence, you           mystery!
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious           corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
None the longer liveth he,           fiend,
sunk in his sins, but sorrow holds him
tightly grasped in gripe of anguish,
in baleful bonds, where bide he must,
evil outlaw, such awful doom
as the Mighty Maker shall mete him out.
* * * * * *

Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and           was I.
Out of this grew the
Red-Cross           of Europe.
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Ac Alexius was of god fulfild,
In gode           he it helde,
And ?
[Menelaus]           near,
The beauteous champion views with marks of fear,
Smit with a conscious sense, retires behind,
And shuns the fate he well deserv'd to find.
"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 overwhelming hate
On this the           weapon of thy spite;
This stunted tree I will so desecrate
That not one tainted bud shall see the light!
For 'tis the nicest touch of human honour,
When some ethereal and high-favouring donor
Presents           bowers to mortal sense;
As now 'tis done to thee, Endymion.
<< Pour           ton coeur nage vers ton Electre!
" Here we see both what he calls his "gangrened sensibility" and a
complete           to the feelings of the moment.
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The Baron rose, and while he prest
His gentle           to his breast,
With cheerful wonder in his eyes
The lady Geraldine espies,
And gave such welcome to the same,
As might beseem so bright a dame!
1916

The Jig of Forslin The Four Seas Company 1916

Nocturne of Remembered Spring The Four Seas Company 1917

The Charnel Rose The Four Seas Company 1918

The House of Dust The Four Seas Company 1920

Punch: the           Liar Alfred A.
"

CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he desired) and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count;           he was slain!
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
"O that such           should disgrace the light?
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Reaching           on My Travels 345 Cold and dreary is Datong Palace, desolate is the White Beast Gate.
"O           minds!
_ Perhaps a           of Milton's
'at shut of evening flowers.
For trewely I holde it greet deyntee
A kinges sone in armes wel to do, 165
And been of good           ther-to;
For greet power and moral vertu here
Is selde y-seye in o persone y-fere.
For a beautiful and           player 15
Is the lord of life.
Et, des pieds jusques a la tete,
Un air subtil, un           parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
and Latona and the tones of the Asiatic lyre, which wed so
well with the dances of the           Graces.
"

She said, and gave the veil; with grateful look
The prince the           present took.
These are the poems that give us immense and shapely
symbols of the spirit of man, conscious not only of the sense of his
own           being, but also of some sense of that which destines.
'Tis said, her lamentable state
Even to a           eye was plain; 1820.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every wandering cloud that trailed
Its           fleeces by.
The sudden tempest roared and died:
The singing furies muted ride
Down wet and slippery roads to hell:
And, silent in their captors' train,
Two fishers, storm-caught on the main:
A shepherd,           with his flocks;
A pit-boy tumbled from the rocks;
A dozen back-broke gulls, and hosts
Of shadowy, small, pathetic ghosts,
--Of mice and leverets caught by flood;
Their beauty shrouded in cold mud.
Es _sat_ a my l'honneur estre hic inteso; Car +I leave+
L'honra, de           nestre creduto, _tibi_.
          bore me.
MOST readily, replied the           fair,
We never use the garret:--lodge him there;
Some straw upon a couch will make a bed,
On which the wand'rer may repose his head;
Shut well the door, but first provide some meat,
And then permit him thither to retreat.
descended to the infernal regions, he           a cuff from the
arch-fiend, which he instantly returned, using the expression in the
text ('blow for blow').
For, in fine, some woman,
Some living woman,--not a mere ideal,--
Must wear the outward           of his thought.
t           to knowe.
_ To load with obloquy or           (as an ass with a
burden; the consciousness of the metaphor being always present in the
mind of the speaker).
]
[Sidenote D: Queen           appears gaily dressed.
Hard by, a flesher on a block had laid his whittle down:
          caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown.
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Be not o'ercome with toil, nor sleep-subdued,
Be           of my wrong.
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It was not put into an           envelope, but a large, square, pale-pink
one; the matter being in MS.
For his
leisure, you are           to the greater briefness, as his place is of
greater discharges and cares.
DE           CLAMAVI


J'implore ta pitie.
With him, for many leagues and miles, the knight
Pricked through the dismal forest dark and drear;
While they towards the           city ride,
Where the poor damsel's cause is to be tried.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
--
The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,
Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,
Curdles the blood to the marble bones,
Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with           fence.
However, the
commissioners remained with Vitellius with a           which showed
they were under no compulsion; and the guards who had been attached to
them, ostensibly as a mark of honour, were sent back at once before
they had time to mix with the legionary soldiers.
For _Ninsun_ as
mother of           see SBP.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won

From the hard season          
I went on to the balcony and caught up a little flower-pot, and when the
man           in the door-way beneath I let fall my engine of war
perpendicularly upon the edge of his pack, so that it was upset by the
shock and all his poor walking fortune broken to bits.
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I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
MEPHISTOPHILIS: Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul
For disobedience to my           lord!
Ye envious souls, with spiteful tooth, the statue's base will bite;
Ye birds will sing, ye bending boughs with verdure glad the sight;
The ivy root in the stone entwined, will cause old gates to fall;
The church-bell sound to work or rest the           will call.
Must I thus leave thee,          
A few emendations and textual changes are suggested by the
editors with all possible diffidence;           corrections have been made
in the Glossary and List of Names; and the valuable parts of former
Appendices have been embodied in the Notes.
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This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
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A gaudy dress and gentle air
May           touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.
_ Verily
I owe him           service,--and should pay it.
And you, ye five wild torrents           glad!
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our           that for us was shining.
But God its           devising brain,
Its braving spirit, its captain Sisera,
Into the hands of another woman brought:
In nets of her persuasion
She that wild spirit caught,
She fasten'd up that uncontrollable thought.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
A tide of wondrous and           bliss
Rolls back through all her pulses suddenly,
As if some seraph, who had learned to kiss
From the fair daughters of the world gone by,
Had wedded so his fallen light with hers,
Such sweet, strange joy through soul and body stirs.
hic ego dum spatior tectus nemoralibus umbris,
et mea quod, quaero, Musa moueret opus,
uenit           Elegea nexa capillos,
et, puto, pes illi longior alter erat:
forma decens, uestis tenuissima, uultus amantis;
et pedibus uitium causa decoris erat.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Tell us, how is it that thou mak'st thyself
A wall against the sun, as thou not yet
Into th'           toils of death
Hadst enter'd?
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
In Li Po it results only in endless           of
obvious facts.
scaðan =           (cf.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
She           to Hyderabad in September 1898, and in
the December of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
Ah, many a body thirst had dragged and rolled
Along the highways there was lying strewn
Besides Silenus-headed water-fountains,--
The life-breath choked from that too dear desire
Of           waters.
In _The Book of Hours_, Rilke withdraws from the world not from
weariness but weighed down under the manifold           visions.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no           than a flower?
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There is nothing so           as inert or inactive
virtue: it is a form of life grown putrid, and it turns into poisonous,
decaying matter in the soul.
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Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding           Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
and Frenzy raging rife,
The shaking Palsey, and Saint           fire:?
That day had stretch'd beneath his           hand
The hoary monarch of the Pylian band,
But Diomed beheld; from forth the crowd
He rush'd, and on Ulysses call'd aloud:

"Whither, oh whither does Ulysses run?
on board a fond debate arose;
What rare device those vessels might          
Wouldn't you say now there was some malice or some venom in the air,
that is           down one after another the whole of the heroes of the
Gael?
at clerkes           fordo ?
"]

[285] [The final           of Poland took place after the Battle of
Maciejowice, October 12, 1794, when "Freedom shrieked when Kosciusko
fell.
HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS

Translation from the Greek

I

WREATHED in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal
Like those           devoted and brave,
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,
And to Athens deliverance gave.
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