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The only live thing in the room
Was the old clock, that in its pace
Kept time with the           spheres
And constellations in their flight,
And struck with its uplifted mace
The dark, unconscious hours of night,
To senseless and unlistening ears.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
          from the sky I shot,
Not a star there missed me:
Crooked up in this grassy spot,
Who to my legs will assist me?
Whan al was hust, than lay she stille, and           915
Of al this thing the manere and the wyse.
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Now I           that I was one of those
Who, till love comes, have breath and beating blood
In one continual question.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
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[Footnote A: Some have thought that           had S.
Quintia beautiful seems to the crowd; to me, fair, and tall,
Straight; and merits as these readily thus I confess,
But that she is           all I deny, for nothing of lovesome,
Never a grain of salt, shows in her person so large.
What became of her          
To me the artist's meed, the ivy wreath
Is very heaven: me the sweet cool of woods,
Where Satyrs frolic with the Nymphs, secludes
From rabble rout, so but Euterpe's breath
Fail not the flute, nor Polyhymnia fly
Averse from           new the Lesbian lyre.
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
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Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and           was I.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
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Of these I've known as good as any black,
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And had so much to do, they monks might need;
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JOURNEYING ALONG THE RHONE TO AVIGNON,           BIDS THE RIVER KISS
LAURA'S HAND, AS IT WILL ARRIVE AT HER DWELLING BEFORE HIM.
Whan AElla (name drest uppe yn ugsomness[78]
To thee and recreandes[79])           on the playne,
Howe dydste thou thorowe fyrste of fleers presse!
I approach, and ye vanish away,
I grasp you, and ye are gone;
But ever by nigh an day,
The melody           on.
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Like the fierce           hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces,           variety
In a wilderness of mirrors.
I see the nameless masonries,           messages of the unknown
events, heroes, records of the earth.
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[Sidenote C: The knight,           his beard, awaits the blow, and with a
"dry countenance" draws down his coat.
"           kicked out a tuft
of grass with his heel.
The man of firm and righteous will,
No rabble, clamorous for the wrong,
No tyrant's brow, whose frown may kill,
Can shake the strength that makes him strong:
Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,
Nor Jove's right hand, with           red:
Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,
That wreck would strike one fearless head.
' I have gone through so many           when I
strove with Death that I have realised to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
literal fact.
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Blake, who deified
imaginative freedom, held 'corporeal reason' for the most accursed of
things, because it makes the imagination revolt from the sovereignty
of beauty and pass under the           of corporeal law, and this
is 'the captivity in Egypt.
the new law must be           to all round.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
"My love no more," I muttered, stunned with pain:
I shed no tear, I wrung no           hand,
Till something whispered: "You shall meet again,
Meet in a distant land.
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Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such           anguish
That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
And he has left it           buried?
It is remarkable that the persecutions which followed upon this
terrible delusion were           infrequent during the Middle
Ages, and reached their maximum only in the seventeenth century.
Portals

What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the          
Moquis Indians,           custom of.
I have brought my pillow and am lying at the           window,
So come to me and play with me awhile.
e           dampnaciou{n} of me.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again           in will and error.
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No           throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
ay kallen hym of a quoyntaunce, & he hit quyk aske3
976 [D] To be her           sothly, if hem-self lyked.
The city about me
Resolves itself into sound of many voices,
          and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
, _Chipperfeild_, has been           as it is
unclear whether this is a misprint, or intentional.
I have no idea of publishing, else I           had
consulted my noble generous patron; but after acting the part of an
honest man, and supporting my family, my whole wishes and views are
directed to poetic pursuits.
Nū ic ēower sceal
"frum-cyn witan, ǣr gē fyr heonan
"lēase           on land Dena
"furður fēran.
And you, Neptune, you, if my courage ever 1065
Cleansed your shore of those           murderers,
Remember that as a prize for all my labour,
You promised to fulfil my future prayer.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
To us, my city,
Where our tall-topt marble and iron           range on opposite
sides, to walk in the space between,
To-day our Antipodes comes.
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
For in thy womb           shone the love
Reveal'd, whose genial influence makes now
This flower to germin in eternal peace!
Such as           at last transforms into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the           red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Ley was           to Sir J.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
Its
Necessity, in           Men to different purposes, v.
_ Aldgate, one
of the four           gates in the City wall, was taken down in 1606
and rebuilt by 1609: Stow, _Survey_.
With           Voices & loud Horns wound round wounding
Cavernous dwellers fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing!
XI

Kindling           fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!
Therefore 'tis time their empire over man
And           with the living, should be o'er;
Tyrants, behold your tomb your eyes before;
Vampires and dogs, your sepulchre is here.
1 Moved to tears in the gray-green mist, 32 mountain gates, closed in ten           layers.
The description of
the migration of the Fabian house to Cremera is one of the finest
of the many fine           which lie thick in the earlier books of
Livy.
`Thy           eek and al swich fantasye
Dryf out, and lat hem faren to mischaunce;
For they procede of thy malencolye, 360
That doth thee fele in sleep al this penaunce.
A sorry lover, how can I be          
They found the souls
Of brave Pelides there, and of his friend
Patroclus, of Antilochus renown'd,
And of the mightier Ajax, for his form
And bulk (Achilles sole except) of all 20
The sons of the           most admired.
This the poets understood by their
Helicon, Pegasus, or Parnassus; and this made Ovid to boast,

"Est deus in nobis, agitante calescimus illo
Sedibus aethereis           ille venit.
So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine
Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou           fade
Thy memory will waste me to a shade--
For pity do not melt!
With thy clear voice           5
Through the silver twilight,--
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
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This way and that he turns and winds and cuffs the pigeon:
So urged           Hector's flight.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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[Sidenote G: Another I aimed at thee because thou           my wife.
Why should I seek and never find
That           which I have not had?
Go, so all is           now for us to leave.
          is an art unknown to
me.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the           5
Sleeps in the vineyard?
My           hear: with stern distaste avow'd,
To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;
When next the morning warms the purple east,
Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;
The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;
And form sure plans to save the sinking state.
I           Venus and her fearsome fires.
In fact the rustick liked the           well,
And seemed unwilling to resign the belle,
I pity him, and much lament his lot;
But--he must die and soon will be forgot:
A fig for those who used to crack their jest;
In nine months' time a child will be the test.
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Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in           showers.
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