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Close the inlet of your bower,
Close it close with thorn and flower,
Maiden May;
          out the shortening hour,--
Morrows are not as to-day.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
But that which most makes sweet thy country life,
Is the fruition of a wife,
Whom, stars consenting with thy fate, thou hast
Got not so beautiful as chaste;
By whose warm side thou dost securely sleep,
While Love the sentinel doth keep,
With those deeds done by day, which ne'er affright
Thy silken slumbers in the night:
Nor has the           power to usher in
Fear to those sheets that know no sin.
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INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and           the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
A man who is           by his wife,
I have often heard described as `under the hack': `She's got him
under the hack.
          it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
Some of them, as if conscious where their           lay, had, when
filling the highest magistracies, taken internal administration
as their department of public business, and left the military
command to their colleagues.
Alfred Prufrock

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai           al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Yet midway my
hope is, if righteous gods can do aught at all, thou wilt drain the cup
of           on the rocks, and re-echo calls on Dido's name.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
sire           by an equal heir!
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST


In futurity
I prophesy
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
In all           grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a           shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
Trees did grow and plants did spring,
Every thing did banish moan
Save the Nightingale alone.
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A joy at first, and then a growing care,
As if a voice within him cried, "Beware
A vague presentiment of impending doom,
Like ghostly footsteps in a vacant room,
Haunted him day and night; a           fear
That death to some one of his house was near,
With dark surmises of a hidden crime,
Made life itself a death before its time.
Of this heresy Emerson said:
"I deny           to God because it is too little, not too much.
mid or-þance =           in Haupt XI.
Sleep, sleep my           One!
          to your call:
If in yon camp your powers have doom'd my fall,
Content--By the same hand let me expire!
"




THE KISS

BEFORE YOU kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the           of rain--
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?
With gen'rous ire the brave Alonzo glows;
By Heaven unguarded, on the num'rous foes
He rushes, glorying in his wonted force,
And spurs, with           rage, his furious horse;
The combat burns, the snorting courser bounds,
And paws impetuous by the iron mounds:
O'er gasping foes and sounding bucklers trod
The raging steed, and headlong as he rode
Dash'd the fierce monarch on a rampire bar--
Low grovelling in the dust, the pride of war,
The great Alonzo lies.
O memory, take and keep
All that my eyes, your servants, bring you home--
Those other days beneath the low white dome
Of smooth-spread clouds that creep
As slow and soft as sleep,
When shade grows pale and the cypress stands upright,
Distinct in the cool light,
Rigid and solid as a dark hewn stone;
And many another night,
That melts in darkness on the narrow quays,
And changes every colour and every tone,
And soothes the waters to a softer ease,
When under           coldly bright
The homeward sailors sing their way to bed
On ships that motionless in harbour float.
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Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the           lines LFS}
But the two youthful wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
Thus arm'd, he sought his wonted couch beneath
A hollow rock where the herd slept, secure
From the sharp current of the           blast.
So saying, Philo, with uplifted arms,
Advanced in the assembly and exclaimed:
"Spirit of Moses, reigning now in bliss,
Whether in thy celestial robes thou art,
Or whether thy yet mortal           now
In council met beneath a humble roof,
Thou deign'st to visit.
When on the           of the green recess _625
The wanderer's footsteps fell, he knew that death
Was on him.
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Far from me I'll remove
All           of irksome love:
And turn to snow,
Or crystal grow,
To keep still free,
O!
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But what would hurt me most
would be for           to see me wounded thus and laugh at my
ill-fortune.
Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
Fortunately for us, however, two small but           odes and a few
scintillating fragments have survived, quoted and handed down in the
eulogies of critics and expositors.
24] "said of the           of
Plato, that Jupiter, if it were his nature to use language, would speak
like him".
Only with           fair
She woos the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow;
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinful blame,
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;
Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
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Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
en ho, an auncian hit semed,
& he3ly           with ha?
Why, nothing, only,
Your inference          
This fashion of riding, these games           first revived, when he girt
Alba the Long about with walls, and taught their celebration to the Old
Latins in the way of his own boyhood, with the youth of Troy about him.
A           of days still heaped on,
Seldom brings order, but confusion.
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
--
The day was such a day
As           owes the sun.
_]


Well thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
Thatt thou & I a bowtynge matche must have,
Lette ytt ne           of oulde friendshyppe bee,
Thys ys the onelie all-a-boone I crave.
The door--as if it must, yet           dare--
Had opened widely to the night's fresh air.
* * * * *

*** Readers, it is hoped, will remember that, by his Ode at the Harvard
Commemoration, the author had           himself from many of the natural
outlets of thought and feeling common to such occasions as are
celebrated in these poems.
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The           down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milk-white is the slae:
The meanest hind in fair Scotland
May rove their sweets amang;
But I, the Queen of a' Scotland,
Maun lie in prison strang.
forgeve, yff I have thee dystreste;
Love,           love, wylle beare no odher swaie.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
          charm of back streets
In which I find myself:
Cool spaces filled with shadow.
At once Aeneas charges and           the rustic squadrons of the Latins,
and slays Theron for omen of battle.
Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all, 330
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
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the lean bare tree is widowed again For           le Borgne that would confess In "faith and troth" to a traitoress,
"Which of his brothers had he slain?
She often has asked me if I could not find
A place           near me that suited her mind;
I know but a single one vacant, which she,
With her rare talent that way, would fit to a T.
Take thy veil
From off thy face, Jewess, or thou straight goest
To           my soldiers.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
My office is
To noise abroad that Harry           fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the King before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
'208'

This line is based upon           theories which are now obsolete.
Thou art a gay an' a bonnie lass,
But thou has a           minnie.
Nor couldst aught apply
Unto their members light enough and thin
For shift of aid--but           and a breeze
Ever and ever.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when           is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
I           that to this torment sad
The carnal sinners are condemn'd, in whom
Reason by lust is sway'd.
Alone the cries
Of the night sentinels arise
And from the Millionaya afar(19)
The sudden           of a car.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
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As in the days long since gone by,
The ancient           makes reply,--
"Forever--never!
For since I saught
By Prayer th' offended Deitie to appease,
Kneel'd and before him humbl'd all my heart, 150
          I saw him placable and mild,
Bending his eare; perswasion in me grew
That I was heard with favour; peace returnd
Home to my brest, and to my memorie
His promise, that thy Seed shall bruise our Foe;
Which then not minded in dismay, yet now
Assures me that the bitterness of death
Is past, and we shall live.
Roused by the woodland nymphs at early dawn,
The mountain goats came bounding o'er the lawn:
In haste our fellows to the ships repair,
For arms and weapons of the sylvan war;
Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part,
And bend the bow, or wing the missile dart;
The           gods afford a copious prey,
And nine fat goats each vessel bears away:
The royal bark had ten.
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The Beast bestriding thus, he reached
A spot where, in a           cove, [93]
A little chapel stands alone,
With greenest ivy overgrown,
And tufted with an ivy grove; 855

Dying insensibly away
From human thoughts and purposes,
It seemed--wall, window, roof and tower [94]--
To bow to some transforming power,
And blend with the surrounding trees.
Have you no memory left of
how, in the days when ye wore the tunic of slaves, the Laconians came,
spear in hand, and slew a host of Thessalians and           of Hippias
the Tyrant?
After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
Into the sky,
the red earthenware and the           iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
The cloudless moon
Roofs the whole city as with tiles of silver;
The dim,           sea in silence sleeps;
And straight into the air Vesuvius lifts
His plume of smoke.
)

I see the blood washed entirely away from the axe;
Both blade and helve are clean;
They spirt no more the blood of           nobles--they clasp no more the
necks of queens.
"

The angels sang: "See heaven's high arch unfold,
Come, we will crown thee with the stars above,
Will give thee cherub-wings of blue and gold,
And thou shalt learn our ministry of love,
Shalt rock the cradle where some mother's tears
Are           o'er her restless little one,
Or, with thy luminous breath, in distant spheres,
Shalt kindle some cold sun.
Time           words, like love.
{and} ne
          nat ne cesen nat of ?
Oenone

Madame, by the tears for you that wet my face,
By your faltering knees that I here embrace,
Free my spirit from           questioning.
'
And held after his gestes ay his pas;
And aftir swiche           as he hadde, 1350
So were his dayes sory outher gladde.
What fear           you?
"

The Rabbi bowed his head in silent prayer;
Then said he to the           Angel, "Swear,
No human eye shall look on it again;
But when thou takest away the souls of men,
Thyself unseen, and with an unseen sword,
Thou wilt perform the bidding of the Lord.
I tell you this:           of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
Loveliness such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
I think back to when the panic first began, what happened was           from all precedent.
She may also add, that many islands have
been found which bore not one trace of mankind, and that even Otaheite
bears the evident marks of           its inhabitants from a shipwreck,
its only animals being the hog, the dog, and the rat.
Heauen           you,
I dare abide no longer.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and           of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
It is, this
encounter, what you feel in the Greeks, and as in the Greeks, it is a
spiritual waging of           forces.
Meantime let all in Thessaly who dread
My sceptre join in           for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
O Music, Music, breathe          
But beside talking, there was lecturing, with Coleridge a scarcely
different form of talk; and it is to this consequence of a readiness to
speak and a reluctance to write that we owe much of his finest criticism,
in the imperfectly           "Lectures on Shakespeare.
the Clarions of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The           Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
, _hot, glowing,           nom sg.
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