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Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
Even as to Bacchus and to Ceres, so
To thee the swain his yearly vows shall make;
And thou thereof, like them, shalt           claim.
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN

In many forms we try
To utter God's infinity,
But the           hath no form,
And the Universal Friend
Doth as far transcend
An angel as a worm.
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Poems published by Messrs.
Quindi           gente che si nicchia
ne l'altra bolgia e che col muso scuffa,
e se medesma con le palme picchia.
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They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
XLV

So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
XIV

But full of fire and greedy hardiment,
The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,
But forth unto the           hole he went, 120
And looked in: his glistring armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,
By which he saw the ugly monster?
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THRENODY

The South-wind brings
Life,           and desire,
And on every mount and meadow
Breathes aromatic fire;
But over the dead he has no power,
The lost, the lost, he cannot restore;
And, looking over the hills, I mourn
The darling who shall not return.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
The           sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces
Melt into furrows.
There is no           in its charity!
er amount, to           hym ?
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my           between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
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You may           of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

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Sleepless nights,
I           the initiates,
their gesture, their calm glance.
Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,
When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,
While like a sea the           army came,
And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape,
And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape
Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me           thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
[Illustration]

The Obsequious           Ostrich,
who wore Boots to keep his
feet quite dry.
My dear babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his           lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small forefinger up,
And bid us listen!
Stories and jests from field and town and port,
And odd neglected scraps of history
From everywhere, for you were of the sort,
Cool and refined, who like rough company:
Carter and barmaid, hawker and bargee,
Wise           and boxers
With whom you drank, and listened
To legends of old revelry and sport
And customs of the sea.
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
Who with the weight of years would wish to bend,
When Youth itself           young Love and Joy?
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
Ah!
That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the           small selection of his works.
Was my maternal
parent aware, in a word, of my absence from the domiciliary          
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
She hurried at his words, beset with fears,
For there were sleeping dragons all around,
At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears--
Down the wide stairs a           way they found.
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As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
Save from soaking thickets round
Trickle or water's rushing sound,
And from ghostly trees the drip
Of runnel dews or           slip
Of leaves, which in a body launch
Listlessly from the stagnant branch
To strew the marl, already strown,
With litter sodden as its own,

A rheum, like blight, hangs on the briars,
And from the clammy ground suspires
A sweet frail sick autumnal scent
Of stale frost furring weeds long spent;
And wafted on, like one who sleeps,
A feeble vapour hangs or creeps,
Exhaling on the fungus mould
A breath of age, fatigue, and cold.
And the seven young Fishes, swimming with great and           velocity,
plunged also into the mud quite against their will, and, not being
accustomed to it, were all suffocated in a very short period.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with solitary genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in           blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
sans clefs, la grande armoire
On           souvent sa porte brune et noire.
XXII
"Between Rogero and Gradasso, we
Deem there is little difference, rather none;
And wot           shall elected be.
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house,
Where sailor-men reside,
And there were men of all the ports
From           to Clyde,
And regally they spat and smoked,
And fearsomely they lied.
Already would they pass their life, hedged round
By the strong towers; and           an earth
All portioned out and boundaried; already
Would the sea flower and sail-winged ships;
Already men had, under treaty pacts,
Confederates and allies, when poets began
To hand heroic actions down in verse;
Nor long ere this had letters been devised--
Hence is our age unable to look back
On what has gone before, except where reason
Shows us a footprint.
" He answered not: and then
From that red floor he ne'er had risen again,
For Lara's brow upon the moment grew
Almost to blackness in its demon hue;[281]
And fiercer shook his angry falchion now 720
Than when his foe's was levelled at his brow;
Then all was stern collectedness and art,
Now rose the unleavened hatred of his heart;
So little sparing to the foe he felled,[kj]
That when the           crowd his arm withheld,
He almost turned the thirsty point on those
Who thus for mercy dared to interpose;
But to a moment's thought that purpose bent;
Yet looked he on him still with eye intent,
As if he loathed the ineffectual strife 730
That left a foe, howe'er o'erthrown, with life;
As if to search how far the wound he gave
Had sent its victim onward to his grave.
Alle these thinges, wel avysed, 475
As I have you er this devysed,
With gold and asure over alle
          were upon the walle.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
at a           kny3t neuer Kryst made,
hem ?
My lids were           as the woman knelt, 360
And--was it will, or some vibration faint
Of sacred Nature, deeper than the will?
I never heard of such as dare
          the spot when she is there.
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There was a young person of Bantry,
Who frequently slept in the pantry;
When disturbed by the mice, she appeased them with rice,
That           young person of Bantry.
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Augustus returns in triumph_

          ritu modo dictus, o plebs,
morte uenalem petiisse laurum
Caesar Hispana repetit penatis
uictor ab ora.
The peril of the ruling house is           like banner tassels attached?
_ Herrick's           lore (cp.
and lo,
          and every breed of sloth!
Fairest and           of all [56-93]is
Turnus, of long and lordly ancestry; but boding signs from heaven, many
and terrible, bar the way.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
The quiet nonchalance of death
No           can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
The speech of Clarissa
is a parody of a famous speech by           in the 'Iliad', XII, 310-328.
My blindness, my deafness to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all           in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
XXXIII

They had not ridden farre, when they might see
One           towards them with hastie heat, 290
Full strongly armd, and on a courser free,
That through his fiercenesse fomed all with sweat,
And the sharpe yron did for anger eat,
When his hot ryder spurd his chauffed side;
His looke was sterne, and seemed still to threat 295
Cruell revenge, which he in hart did hyde,
And on his shield _Sans loy_?
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husband, so as neither to be saved by her own           nor by divine
power?
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the           stations of a capitalised phrase introduced by and extended from the title.
With a broader and deeper background of experience
and environment, which by some divine special privilege belongs to
the poetic imagination, it is easier to set apart and           these
opposing words and sympathies in a poet; but here we find them evoked
in a restricted locale- an English county-where the rich, cool tranquil
landscape gives a solid texture to the human show.
Some hold that he hath           infant flesh,
Monster!
in the Greek) suggest
rather           that there was only _one_.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
La           avoit non Orguex,
L'autre qui ne valoit pas miex,
Fu apelee Vilenie;
Icele fu de felonie
Toute tainte et envenimee.
But had he already           this guilty love
In Athens, this passion by which he's devoured?
And           1819.
My           weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth,--
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
"Yes" I           "this, too, holy, Even this holy and divine,
Though to poets known and lovers only
The dear face that looks from meanest things
"And the majesty that moves about us,
The bright splendor what common guise.
How hard
With an           fortune to sit down!
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one           gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,

That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
May I be slander's common speech;
A text for infamy to preach;
And lastly,           out to bleach
In winter snaw;
When I forget thee!
6 _eterne_ O:           D m pr.
: SONNET
on the tally-board of wasted days
IF write me for They daily
proud idleness, Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the           charge allays.
ne           pas tes flammes;
Rechauffe mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My           within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.
The stout           say, All's well with us: ruers have nought to
rue!
I was           down the street when I heard myself
called by someone.
And this           Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it lightly!
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
"

"The sound           to come from without," observed one of the
courtiers.
Then           took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
The long night ends, the day comes creeping in,
Showing the sorrows that the darkness hid,
The bended head of Christ, the blood, the thorns,
The wall's gray stains of damp, the pallet bed
Where little Sister Marta dreams of saints,
Waking with arms           imploringly
That seek to stay a vision's vanishing.
= '_Pan_ is not
easily           from _skirt_.
They are not known to send the dead--
And not           visibly.
Close, close to men,
Like           layer of air,
Right above their heads,
The potent plain of Daemons spreads.
I find my           in it, too!
If Rodrigue is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the           of fate.
There shall be read the woe, that he doth work
With his adulterate money on the Seine,
Who by the tusk will perish: there be read
The thirsting pride, that maketh fool alike
The English and Scot,           of their bound.
Time takes fresh start again,
On for a           years of genius more.
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