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Thus, Venice, if no stronger claim were thine,
Were all thy proud historic deeds forgot,
Thy choral memory of the bard divine,
Thy love of Tasso, should have cut the knot
Which ties thee to thy tyrants; and thy lot
Is           to the nations,--most of all,
Albion!
How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the          
And he--
Moved his great hand, the magic gone--
Gently amused to see
My           wonderment.
My name, perhaps, among the circumcised
In Dan, in Judah, and the bordering tribes
To all           may stand defamed.
But all           are, through a psychal
necessity, transient.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
thou roamest now the hills,
While on soft hyacinths he, his snowy side
Reposing, under some dark ilex now
Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks
Amid the           herd.
DREAM-LAND

BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an           dim Thule--
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE--out of TIME.
To assist his glory, he entrusted men of civil virtue, in grand           he withdrew war?
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes           soul, there lie _perdus_
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets--as the name is a poet's, too.
When I first conceived the plan of the Palace of Art, I intended to
have introduced both sculptures and paintings into it; but it is the
most           of all things to 'devise' a statue in verse.
That all the tributes
of her contemporaries show reverence not less for her           than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
'

VIII

"How I held back, how love supreme
          me madly in his scheme
Why should I say?
I heard the Owle schreame, and the           cry.
          in coetum sese genus omne uolantum,
nec praedae memor est ulla nec ulla metus.
What did he say regarding the intrigue,
Involving you, Don Sanche, and Don          
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
Display me Aeolus above
Reviewing the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne's hair
And swell with haste the           sails.
Possesses what an anchorite might rouse;
And if a failure any where be met,
At such a place to-morrow one may get,
What I shall hope, exactly at the hour,
To find           and fully in my pow'r:

IN bed I shall be instantly received,
And from anxiety be soon relieved.
In that which becks
Our ready minds to           divine,
A fellowship with essence; till we shine, 780
Full alchemiz'd, and free of space.
So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
We circled it a dozen times,
The wind was blowing from the sea,
I only felt your           eyes
Whose love was like a cloak for me.
Then they're so           of vice,
So full of piety, correct,
So prudent, and so circumspect
Stately, devoid of prejudice,
So inaccessible to men,
Their looks alone produce the spleen.
For GAMA'S soul disdain'd the pride of show
Which acts the lion o'er the           roe.
That one so           should with the weight
Of kingly cares in Ithaca be charged,
A realm, by claim hereditary, thine.
What is the count of the scores or           of years between us?
Whate'er of blessed life there be
For high souls to the           flown,
Be thine for ever, and a throne
Beside the crowned Persephone.
Call it not           power
When but a tyrant's will.
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more           for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
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Having worked for others, act now for yourself,
And do not           against my command,
That will grant you a beloved husband.
_
So though a father or a mother wail
New-smitten by a son, it shall no more avail,
Since,           by wrong, the fane of Justice fell!
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
5
Blow again          
This fairest creature from           Spring
Thus moved through the garden ministering
Mi the sweet season of Summertide,
And ere the first leaf looked brown--she died!
          thunder and eternal foam?
INDEX OF NAMES


[The references are to the           of the Latin text as given in the
margin.
"The furies of thy brother
With me and mine abide,
If one of your           house
Upon black Auster ride!
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
He had long been desirous that these Poems should be printed;
and therefore readily           the charge of superintending the
edition.
seem to do their Work under a sort of Protest; each beginning
with a Tetrastich (whether genuine or not), taken out of its
alphabetical order; the Oxford with one of Apology; the           with
one of Expostulation, supposed (says a Notice prefixed to the MS.
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[Note 35: Marriages amongst Russian serfs used           to
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TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME


I

Again the larkspur,
          blue in my garden.
"--
"Yet           wreaths no less the victors crown'd;
In deep despair our valour oft they own'd.
Though my           is great, my love is too.
Yet it is
said that the Lord hath manifestly           our armies.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
II

          of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
It's silly wa's the win's are          
Some touch it and some kiss it,
Some chafe its idle hand;
It has a simple gravity
I do not          
According to the theory of Cushman,
the name Vice stands in the           for a moral and abstract idea,
that of the principle of evil in the world, and must have originated
in the moralities; and since it is applied to a comic personage in
the interludes, this borrowing must have taken place after the period
of degeneration had already begun.
It is a perfect world, a world of           excellence, a world of
supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought
of the universe.
For 'tis a need that rode down out of God
Upon my journeying soul into this world's
Affairs, like           fire besiegers throw
Among a city's roofs, which cannot choose
But take blaze from the whole town's timber; so
My soul's desire for flame hath charred the world.
These shadowy retreats are the           of life's
cripples.
CCXXII

That Emperour hath now six columns yare
Naimes the Duke the seventh next prepares
Of Peitevins and barons from Alverne;
Forty thousand           might be there;
Their horses good, their arms are all most fair.
" Dick looked puzzled and
a little           at the silence.
Where is that Art which bade the Angels sing
Through Lincoln's lofty choir, till the air
Seems from such marble           to ring
With sweeter song than common lips can dare
To draw from actual reed?
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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Yesterday I escaped (the twentieth day
Of my distress by sea) the dreary Deep;
For, all those days, the waves and rapid storms
Bore me along,           from the isle
Ogygia; till at length the will of heav'n
Cast me, that I might also here sustain
Affliction on your shore; for rest, I think,
Is not for me.
_ hic distinguendum, ut cui petat non dicat, sed
          intellegi .
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Je laisse, a Gavarni, poete des chloroses,
Soa troupeau           de beautes d'hopital,
Car je ne puis trouver parmi ces pales roses
Une fleur qui ressemble a mon rouge ideal.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
One time we strike the           from the slaves,
And then, quiescent, we are ruled by knaves.
for much we need
Without           ourselves explain.
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Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
If it does not then, it never will; and in that case the pig may be let
loose, and the whole process may be           as finished.
IV

The gaud with his image once had been
A gift from him:
And so it was that its carving keen
          memories wearing dim,
Which set in her soul a throe of teen,
And a tear on her lashes' brim.
Stared the Prince, for the sight was new;
Stared, but asked without more ado:
"May a weary           lodge with you,
Old father, here in your lair?
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[Footnote 42: Ivanofna,           Ivanna.
The last Halloween I was waukin
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken;
His           cam up the house staukin,
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!
Fear
Stared in her eyes, and chalked her face, and winged
Her transit to the throne, whereby she fell
Delivering sealed dispatches which the Head
Took half-amazed, and in her lion's mood
Tore open, silent we with blind surmise
Regarding, while she read, till over brow
And cheek and bosom brake the wrathful bloom
As of some fire against a stormy cloud,
When the wild peasant rights himself, the rick
Flames, and his anger reddens in the heavens;
For anger most it seemed, while now her breast,
Beaten with some great passion at her heart,
Palpitated, her hand shook, and we heard
In the dead hush the papers that she held
Rustle: at once the lost lamb at her feet
Sent out a bitter           for its dam;
The plaintive cry jarred on her ire; she crushed
The scrolls together, made a sudden turn
As if to speak, but, utterance failing her,
She whirled them on to me, as who should say
'Read,' and I read--two letters--one her sire's.
Though various are the titles men can plead,
Some for a time enjoy the glorious meed
That merit claims; yet           fate
On all the doom pronounces soon or late;
And whatsoe'er the vulgar think or say,
Were not your lives thus shorten'd to a day,
Your eyes would see the consummating power
His countless millions at a meal devour.
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          Syrio myrtea rore coma.
Wow, but your letter made me          
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And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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and Herberts.
So riche a yerd was never noon
Of briddes songe, and           grene.
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If man be           man, because he can
Reason, and laugh, thy booke doth halfe make man.
When Appius           saw that deed, he shuddered and sank
down,
And hid his face some little space with the corner of his gown,
Till, with white lips and bloodshot eyes, Virginius tottered
nigh,
And stood before the judgment-seat, and held the knife on high.
I felt my soul grow mighty, and my spirit
With           excitation bound
Within me, and my mental eye grew large
With such a vast circumference of thought,
That in my vanity I seem'd to stand
Upon the outward verge and bound alone
Of full beatitude.
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of rigorous years, sad days and           nights,
Performing thine inexorable rites.
III
I saw not, I, who was compelled to course,
          changing nags, six days before,
To Rome, in heat and haste, some helpful force
Of him our mighty pastor to implore.
ANDERE HALFTE:
Wir nehmen das nicht so genau,
Mit tausend           macht's die Frau;
Doch wie sie sich auch eilen kann,
Mit einem Sprunge macht's der Mann.
My crippled sense fares bow'd along
His           way,
And wronged by death pays life with wrong
And I wake by night and dream by day.
Around the rotten tree the           mourns
As the old hedger to his toil returns,
Chopping the grain to stop the gap close by
The hole where her blue eggs in safety lie.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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