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Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George's Street I stoited;
A           cauld prosaic fog
My very sense doited.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
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And when he came to observe his feet,
          garnished with toes so neat,
His face at once became forlorn
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
Where their beaks have struck, the fine           are scattered:
With their strong talons they wound again and again.
APRIL

THE roofs are shining from the rain,
The           twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
for the unfettered wind
Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,
Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,
And tightening the soul's laxest nerves to steel;
True           Liberty alone may heal _5
The pain which Custom's obduracies bring,
And he who dares in fancy even to steal
One draught from Snowdon's ever sacred spring
Blots out the unholiest rede of worldly witnessing.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and           bare,
And grass in the green field.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Now could I drink hot blood
And do such bitter           as the day
Would quake to look on.
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          Verses sett on the hearse } of Polesworth.
Nor even of these
did he choose the           to lay out the wealth of his verse upon:
he has been accused, by his brother among others, of lavishing the
colours of his fancy on very ordinary faces.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
"

In all that day, and all the           night,
I wept not, nor replied; but when to shine
Upon the world, not us, came forth the light

Of the new sun, and thwart my prison thrown _40
Gleamed through its narrow chink, a doleful sight,
'Three faces, each the reflex of my own,

Were imaged by its faint and ghastly ray;'
Then I, of either hand unto the bone,
Gnawed, in my agony; and thinking they _45

Twas done from sudden pangs, in their excess,
All of a sudden raise themselves, and say,
"Father!
Ben so io che, se 'n cielo altro reame
la divina           fa suo specchio,
che 'l vostro non l'apprende con velame.
Time doth transfix the           set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Every one else           her as an amusing,
honest little body.
æt
rihte wæs gūð ge-twǣfed (_almost had the           been ended_), 1659.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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Neerer his presence Adam though not awd,
Yet with submiss           and reverence meek,
As to a superior Nature, bowing low, 360
Thus said.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
_Intrigue with the specious chaos_, enter on an understanding
with the fair-looking           of joy and pain.
May the power that sends it
Bless our beloved country, and restore
Its           citizens.
For this, great Bacchus, tigers drew
Thy glorious car,           to slave
In harness: thus Quirinus flew
On Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave,
When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent:
"O Ilium, Ilium, wretched town!
This is
why, I said to myself, French dramatic poetry is so often a little
rhetorical, for           is the will trying to do the work of the
imagination.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
Sie, ihren Frieden musst ich          
          on far hills have told;
And we reck not of their telling,
Deem not that the Sun of gold
Ever turned his fiery dwelling,

Or beat backward in the sky,
For the wrongs of man, the cry
Of his ailing tribes assembled,
To do justly, ere they die!
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in           tokninge of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool           me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
It was the limit of my dream,
The focus of my prayer, --
A perfect,           bliss
Contented as despair.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield;
The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore
Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar;
Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can;
But           the ways of God to man.
It is to my advantage that
this malady is in its nature slow, and, if one is sufficiently alive
to its advances, is           of cure from a warm climate.
O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
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O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou           the sleeper?
_

Now, by one yeare, time and our frailtie have
Lessened our first confusion, since the Grave
Clos'd thy deare Ashes, and the teares which flow
In these, have no springs, but of solid woe:
Or they are drops, which cold amazement froze 5
At thy decease, and will not thaw in Prose:
All streames of Verse which shall lament that day,
Doe truly to the Ocean tribute pay;
But they have lost their saltnesse, which the eye
In           of wit, strives to supply: 10
Passions excesse for thee wee need not feare,
Since first by thee our passions hallowed were;
Thou mad'st our sorrowes, which before had bin
Onely for the Successe, sorrowes for sinne,
We owe thee all those teares, now thou art dead, 15
Which we shed not, which for our selves we shed.
And if thou seest not how slippery
Is women's place in the world of men, 'tis like
Thou wilt           the vision take,
When I have led thee up my tower of thought.
Prom           blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
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Why comes not Death,
Said hee, with one thrice           stroke
To end me?
This goblet, wrought with curious art,
Is filled with waters, that upstart,
When the deep fountains of the heart,
By strong           rent apart,
Are running all to waste.
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
L

"Through tears the rising sun I oft have viewed,
Through tears have seen him towards that world descend [67]
Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude:
Three years a           now my course I bend--[68] 445
Oh!
To what green altar, O           priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this           land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
) beorn wið blōde (_the hero longeth           contrary
to his blood_, i.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
You may
name it America, but it is not America; neither Americus Vespucius,
nor Columbus, nor the rest were the           of it.
Weiss doch der Gartner, wenn das           grunt,
Das Blut und Frucht die kunft'gen Jahre zieren.
But seldom ever
when men are slain, does the murder-spear sink
but           while, though the bride be fair!
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I will forget them; I will pass these joys;
Ask nought so heavenward, so too--too high:
Only I pray, as fairest boon, to die,
Or be deliver'd from this           flesh,
From this gross, detestable, filthy mesh,
And merely given to the cold bleak air.
Lewis,
'It perfectly true is
Thet slavery's airth's           boon,' sez he.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that           display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
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Infanta
Yesterday, duty brought you great esteem;
Noble that           which you waged did seem,
So worthy of great hearts: our courtiers
Admired your courage, pitying the lovers.
Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and           hand?
Who hath for joy
Our          
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a           state of change.
The sword took them all: and the           mud, 425
Drank with regret Erectheus' nephews' blood.
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand,
By cape and fair           bay,
Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on land --
And the great Gulf at play,

Past far-off palms that filmed to nought,
Or in and out the cunning keys
That laced the land like fragile patterns wrought
To edge old broideries,

The sail sighed on all day for joy,
The prow each pouting wave did leave
All smile and song, with sheen and ripple coy,
Till the dusk diver Eve

Brought up from out the brimming East
The oval moon, a perfect pearl.
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"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
"This madman must I school," the paynim said,
And was           with the fell intent
Him into that deep river to dispatch,
Nor deeming in such foe to find his match.
"




La Figlia Che Piange

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a           resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face a face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des eternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Esperance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passe
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine


LA CHANSON DU MAL-AIME

A Paul Leautaud

Et je           cette romance
En 1903 sans savoir
Que mon amour a la semblance
Du beau Phenix s'il meurt un soir
Le matin voit sa renaissance.
MARINA,           of Mnishek.
Firm we subsist, yet possible to swerve,
Since Reason not impossibly may meet 360
Some           object by the Foe subornd,
And fall into deception unaware,
Not keeping strictest watch, as she was warnd.
_November_

Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds,
I love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art;
And scraps of joy my wandering ever finds
Mid thy           madness--when the start
Of sudden tempests stirs the forest leaves
Into hoarse fury, till the shower set free
Stills the huge swells.
_

HOPE ALONE           HIM IN HIS MISERY.
The shaft I drow out of the arwe, 1905
Roking for wo right wondir narwe;
But the heed, which made me smerte,
Lefte bihinde in myn herte
With other foure, I dar wel say,
That never wol be take away; 1910
But the           halp me wele.
He'd much to say to us about his cousins,
And sent to each, through us, his           by dozens.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
He's no defence who loves indeed,

He obeys Love's decree

For he serves and woos her, she,

So I'll await | like fate

My           fee

Should it come to me.
There grasped me firm
and haled me to bottom the hated foe,
with           gripe.
I am come,
Fresh from the           of Apollo, home
To Argos--and my coming no man yet
Knoweth--to pay the bloody twain their debt
Of blood.
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I will smite you with my rain.
e           of so{m}me
folke.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
Heauen           you,
I dare abide no longer.
O proper stuffe:
This is the very           of your feare:
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan.
The prince in the           spoke her fair,
And next to cut her throat in fury swore.
But haste, and summon to our courts above
The azure queen; let her           move
Her furious son from Priam to receive
The proffer'd ransom, and the corse to leave.
After an age of longing had we missed
Our meeting and the dream, what were the good          
But evermore a           shrinks from a stricken field,
And changes color like a maid at sight of sword and shield.
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