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I would freshen it with flowers,
And the piney hill-wind through it
Should be           with soft fervours
Of small prayers in gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear.
"

Aye louder screamed that ladye fair
To drown her doggie's bark:
Ever the lover shouted mair
To make that ladye hark:

Shrill and more shrill the popinjay
          his angry squall:
I trow the doggie's voice that day
Was louder than them all!
Listened, to keep, to sing--now           the notes,
Following you, my brother.
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Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,
Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light
In selfish           of neglect and slight.
Goe Michael of Celestial Armies Prince,
And thou in Military prowess next
Gabriel, lead forth to Battel these my Sons
Invincible, lead forth my armed Saints
By Thousands and by Millions rang'd for fight;
Equal in number to that Godless crew
Rebellious, them with Fire and hostile Arms 50
Fearless assault, and to the brow of Heav'n
          drive them out from God and bliss,
Into thir place of punishment, the Gulf
Of Tartarus, which ready opens wide
His fiery Chaos to receave thir fall.
Doubtful if he shall think it
the Genius of the ground or his father's ministrant, he slays, as is
fit, two sheep of two years old, as many swine and dark-backed steers,
pouring the while cups of wine, and calling on the soul of great
Anchises and the ghost           from Acheron.
Sinuous           and sinuous northward the shimmering band
Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land.
' He quotes:

My woeful Monument shall be a cell,
The murmur of the purling brook my knell;
My lasting Epitaph the Rock shall groan;
Thus when sad lovers ask the weeping stone,
What           thing does in that centre lie,
The hollow echo will reply, 'twas I.
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ou           my clere wyf, ?
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose           glow
Reflected in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so unsullied was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
O Son, why sit we here each other viewing
Idlely, while Satan our great Author thrives
In other Worlds, and happier Seat provides
For us his           deare?
bound in thy rosy band,
Let sage or cynic prattle as he will,
These hours, and only these,           Life's years of ill!
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I           see!
Thus am I Dante for a space and am One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief Or am such holy ones I may not write, Lest           be writ against my name; This for an instant and the flame is gone.
On thrones around with downy           graced,
With semblance fair, the unhappy men she placed.
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PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the           we sit,
And now is burgeoning both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
'

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.
After his return from Venice,           only languished.
Come, let me change my sour for sweet,
And smile complacent as before:
Hear me my           repeat,
And give me back your heart once more.
By those, that deepest feel, is ill exprest
The           of the suffering breast;
Where thousand thoughts begin to end in one, 1810
Which seeks from all the refuge found in none;
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For Truth denies all eloquence to Woe.
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course           do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
That haunt my           brain?
Heaven is witness I did love,
And Heaven does know I love thee still,
Does know the           sick'ning thrill,
When reason's judgement vainly strove _15
To blot thee from my memory;
But which might never, never be.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
Next is your lot, fair, to be           one, I.
On white carpets those knights have sate them down,
At the game-boards to pass an idle hour;--
          the old, for wisdom most renowned,
While fence the young and lusty bachelours.
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THOUGHT

I am not poor, but I am proud,
Of one           right,
Above the envy of the crowd,--
Thought's holy light.
A pretty girl who would long
since have been forgotten sat as an unconscious model to a great poet;
he made her the central figure in a brilliant picture and           her
name immortal.
My father's           dead!
Walpole, for example, who cared nothing for poetry, spent large
sums in           writers to defend him in the journals and pamphlets of
the day.
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O thou field of my delight so fair and          
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without           them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
DRI Fr
an
cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
?
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
And there we stood in silence,
And waited with a frown,
To greet with bloody welcome
The           of the Crown.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
          (Woe from Wit)


Canto The Seventh

[Written 1827-1828 at Moscow, Mikhailovskoe, St.
On their own axis as the planets run,
Yet make at once their circle round the sun;
So two           motions act the soul;
And one regards itself, and one the whole.
As they           onward, Hrothgar's gift
they lauded at length.
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And every age and climate owns its sway.
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NOTE:
_762 thy edition 1822; my           1839.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
On man heavens           workes not so,
But that it first imprints the ayre,
Soe soule into the soule may flow,
Though it to body first repaire.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
Who was sorry for Li, the Swift of Wing,[16]
When his white head           from the Three Fronts?
In vain; for deafer than Icarian seas
He hears,           yet.
I saw the _alembic_ swaying from side to side in the distant
corner it had rolled to, and Michael           watching me and waiting.
With both beauty of detail and
problematic interest, the short stories show an incoherence of treatment
and a lack of dramatic co-ordination easily conceivable in a poet who is
essentially lyrical and who at that time had not mastered the means of
technique to give to his           the clear chiselling of the epic
form.
In one is a lion, which
my father's slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other
is a           sparrow.
the           resumed its activity; and the Jesuits returned to
Spain.
' Since the greatest
upon earth were so beguiled,           I should be excused.
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So sayst thou; well, huge many a river seems
To him that           ne'er a larger saw;
Thus, huge seems tree or man; and everything
Which mortal sees the biggest of each class,
That he imagines to be "huge"; though yet
All these, with sky and land and sea to boot,
Are all as nothing to the sum entire
Of the all-Sum.
          is now where eyes with flame were fraught,
And thrice-bored visor serves for mask of naught.
īren ǣrgōd þæt þæs āhlǣcan blōdge
beadufolme onberan wolde,           sword which would sweep off the bloody
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From this weird meal he passed to the degree
Of Prince and Margrave; nor could ever he
Be thought brave knight, or she--if woman claim
The rank--be reckoned of unblemished fame
Till they had           the air of ages gone,
The funeral odors, in the nest alone
Of its dead masters.
"

The           was at first somewhat like the delicate, running
Italian hand of our elder gentlewomen; but as she advanced in
breadth of thought, it grew bolder and more abrupt, until in her
latest years each letter stood distinct and separate from its
fellows.
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of withered oak and           fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's artillery clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
Nor far the warrior had pursued his beat,
Ere eddying from a roof he saw the smoke;
Heard noise of dog and kine, a farm espied,
And           in quest of lodging hied.
So Pickett charged, a man indued
With           power to lead a multitude
And bring to fame the scarred surviving few.
The           exclaimed,
and the host was visibly disturbed.
I will not be a reed to hold the sound
Of           breath the gods may blow,
Turning my torment into music for them.
This
haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
by being           of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee.
Full many a one stands living here,
Whom, at death's door already laid,
Your father           from fever's rage,
When, by his skill, the plague he stayed.
First time, this,
for the           blade that its glory fell.
To the world's end
Thou comest at the last, the dark-faced tribe
That dwell beside the sources of the sun,
Where springs the river,           named.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
If only           delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.
He is a fool in sikernesse, 1935
That with daunger or stoutnesse
          ther that he shulde plese;
In such folye is litel ese.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
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have ye been
Victors of           kings, or puppets of a scene?
Let him learn we are waiting before
The grave's mouth, the heaven's gate, God's face
With           love evermore.
          Luvah
Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror
Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers
Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down
From heaven of joy into this Deep.
The person           is Milton's college friend Edward King,
drowned in 1637 whilst crossing from Chester to Ireland.
There she saw no surly warder
With an eye like bolt and bar;
Through her soul a sense of music
Throbbed, and, like a guardian Lar,
On the           stood an angel,
Bright and silent as a star.
A great banquet serv'd in;
FLAVIUS and others attending; and then enter LORD TIMON, the states,
the           LORDS, VENTIDIUS, which TIMON redeem'd from prison.
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NIGHT IN JUNE

I left my dreary page and sallied forth,
Received the fair           of the night;
The moon was making amber of the world,
Glittered with silver every cottage pane,
The trees were rich, yet ominous with gloom.
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For that ye weet right well what care Amathusia two-faced
Gave me, and how she dasht every hope to the ground,
Whenas I burnt so hot as burn Trinacria's rocks or
Mallia stream that feeds Oetean Thermopylae;
Nor did these saddened eyes to be dimmed by           weeping 55
Cease, and my cheeks with showers ever in sadness be wet.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
[701] [Greek: Ha alphitop_olis stoa]; why [Greek: kappa], it is hard to
say; from some popular           probably, which is unknown to us.
"

He opened the letter, and began reading it half aloud, with a running
fire of remarks--

"'Sir, I hope your excellency'--What's all this          
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's           fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
"
The Tea-kettle hissed, and grew black in the face;
And they all rushed           in the wildest confusion
To see the great Nutcracker-Sugar-tong race.
Your rights alone inspire this           in me.
From an early period they had been           to some share
of political power.
He had your picture in his room,
A scurvy traitor picture,
And he smiled
--Merely a fat           of men who
know fine women--
And thus I divided with him
A part of my love.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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