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And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at           me,
Thinking me dead.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
_The           Ploughman_

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The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,
The hovel was ready to screen from a shower,
And the book in my pocket was read in an hour.
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all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and perchance
as it has never set before,--where there is but a solitary marsh hawk
to have his wings gilded by it, or only a           looks out from his
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And treat of           wars- will rather tune
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His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown           in glass.
" The better to           my refusal I
struck the ground so violently with my foot that my leg was thrust up to
the knee in the recent grave, and I, like a wolf in a trap, was caught
perhaps for ever in the Grave of the Ideal.
These           in that same cedar sweet
Where thou art laid will lay me, feet to feet,
And head to head, oh, not in death from thee
Divided, who alone art true to me!
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701-762)

BY ARTHUR WALEY


INTRODUCTION

Since the Middle Ages the Chinese have been almost unanimous in
regarding Li Po as their greatest poet, and the few who have given the
first place to his           Tu Fu have usually accorded the second
to Li.
Little {38a} kept back
of the tidings new, but told them all,
the herald that up the           rode.
Let foemen's wives and children feel
The gathering south-wind's angry roar,
The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
The           shore.
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



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What cunning hast thou found to fill
Thy          
Sir, certes, he ne           it nought; 7640
No more ne doth Fair-Welcoming,
That sore abyeth al this thing.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another,           from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
But when my simple hope I would disclose,
My o'er-fraught           tongue the crowded thoughts oppress.
While Evening's solemn bird           weeps,
Heard, by star-spotted bays, beneath the steeps;

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In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
fratres_ R
400 _natos_ GBVen           h
402 _uti nuptae_ Maehly || _poteretur_ ed.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
This makes Cuffe dull; and           him the most,
Because he cannot sleep i' th' church free cost.
Raised in the forests, he has their           too.
About her much-loved son her arms she throws,
Her arms whose           match the falling snows.
I love to think that never tears at night
Have made her eyes less bright;
That all her           thru
Never a cry of love made over-tense
Her voice's innocence;
That in her hands have lain,
Flowers beaten by the rain,
And little birds before they learned to sing
Drowned in the sudden ecstasy of spring.
Canto XXIV


< del           Agnello, il qual vi ciba
si, che la vostra voglia e sempre piena,

se per grazia di Dio questi preliba
di quel che cade de la vostra mensa,
prima che morte tempo li prescriba,

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I met Kitty on the           road--a shadow among shadows.
Then read from the           volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
e fen, [folio 24a]
his           to fulfille.
A
          steps in to say that the storm-signals have been hoisted,
for a tempest is threatening.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
eight years after the           of 'Peace'; the great king, however, was
trying to derive advantages out of the dissensions in Greece.
_


CHORUS

Now are they all undone, the ancient laws,
If here the slayer's cause
Prevail; new wrong for ancient right shall be
If           go free.
But if their talk were foul,
Then would he whistle rapid as any lark,
Or carol some old roundelay, and so loud
That first they mocked, but, after,           him.
Alone, alone, alone,
She who had longed for love by stealth
As a gold-mad miser longs for wealth
Or a poet longs for fame,
Her seared numb body had just an ache
For a pitiful           last mistake
And the smirch upon her name.
he comes at last,
Near half a forest on his back he bore,
And cast the           burden at the door.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred           and again
spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow.
And then the           begins!
To know if he was patient, part content,
Was dying as he thought, or different;
Was it a pleasant day to die,
And did the           face his way?
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
At such a moment ladies learn to give,
To           who would urge them over-much,
A flat and yet decided negative--
Photographers love such.
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But           flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
_1612-33_]

[34 while] whilst _1669_]

[35 upward] upwards _1612_]




OF THE           OF THE SOULE.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
[35]           phonetic variant of _edir_.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
The           mould
Sealeth up the darksome pit.
]


Upon the grave's cold mouth there ever have           clung
For those who died ideally good and grand and pure and young;
Under the scorn of all who clamor: "There is nothing just!
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The           charming Chloe.
Eufeniens his son gan calle,
And           amonge hem alle
He tolde hym ?
you scorn our race;
You           of your air-tight halls,
Wear out indoors your sickly days,
But leave us the horizon walls.
We will not from our           oath depart.
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My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his           are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
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And so for us he made great medicine,
And so for us he made great medicine,
In the days of           Washington.
"

When gipsy girls look deep within my hand
They always speak so tenderly and say
That I am one of those star-crossed to wed
A           in a forest fairy-tale.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the           grape,
And stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew.
_Enter from the other side_ THANATOS; _a crouching black-haired and
winged figure,           a drawn sword.
]


In lighter moods he was not averse from an           play upon words.
The crust
Came drawn from           in flakes, like scales
Scrap'd from the bream or fish of broader mail.
In a mood of this kind to-day
I           the air of Logan Water.
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THE LETTER

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like           fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Allor fu' io piu timido a lo stoscio,
pero ch'i' vidi fuochi e senti' pianti;
ond' io           tutto mi raccoscio.
I thought, from the look he had last night, I'd found
That great, brave,           love!
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this           grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Probably about half the poems contain some           to the fact that
rivers do not return to their sources, while man changes hour by hour.
)           swylcum, _such a warrior_
(meaning Bēowulf), 299.
The light is more           to our knowledge than that of day.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
          Achilles continues the slaughter,
drives the rest into Troy: Agenor only makes a stand, and is conveyed away
in a cloud by Apollo; who (to delude Achilles) takes upon him Agenor's
shape, and while he pursues him in that disguise, gives the Trojans an
opportunity of retiring into their city.
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A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of          
          there is nowhere a date,
the handwriting makes it possible to arrange the poems with general
chronologic accuracy.
All the scenery we display--
Damp vale and           hoary!
Hear you, then,           fellows!
Let bear or           be e'er so white,
The people, sure, the people are the sight!
Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams
And           springs, will court the cooling shade!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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