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Requital such that Tsar Ivan Vasilievich
Shall shudder in his grave with horror of it.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
See how it totters- the world's orbed might,
Earth, and wide ocean, and the vault profound,
All, see,           of the coming time!
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POEMS OF THE PAST
AND THE PRESENT


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BY
THOMAS HARDY

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          AND CO.
          Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM At the Pond and Terrace of Consort Zheng, Happy to Meet Instructor Zheng 283 At the end of my rope, I see how a real friend behaves, the age is blocked, I grieve at the hard ways.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
Lilacs in dooryards
Holding quiet           with an early moon;
Lilacs watching a deserted house
Settling sideways into the grass of an old road;
Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom
Above a cellar dug into a hill.
is           political order.
Copyright laws in most           are
in a constant state of change.
Posthumous Fame_

EDE tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos
et cultum docto pectore profer opus,
quod nec Cecropiae damnent Pandionis arces
nec sileant nostri           senes.
O lone          
My heavy sighs no longer meet in rhyme,
And my hard           exceeds all song!
A dome made out of endless carven jags,
Where shadowy face flowed into shadowy face,
Looked down on me; and in the self-same place
I waited hour by hour, and the high dome
Windowless, pillarless, multitudinous home
Of faces, waited; and the leisured gaze
Was loaded with the memory of days
Buried and mighty: when through the great door
The dawn came in, and glimmered on the floor
With a pale light, I journeyed round the hall
And found a door deep sunken in the wall,
The least of doors; beyond on a dim plain
A little runnel made a bubbling strain,
And on the runnel's stony and bare edge
A dusky demon dry as a           sedge
Swayed, crooning to himself an unknown tongue:
In a sad revelry he sang and swung
Bacchant and mournful, passing to and fro
His hand along the runnel's side, as though
The flowers still grew there: far on the sea's waste;
Shaking and waving, vapour vapour chased,
While high frail cloudlets, fed with a green light,
Like drifts of leaves, immovable and bright,
Hung in the passionate dawn.
For by myn hidde sorwe y-blowe on brede 530
I shal bi-Iaped been a           tyme
More than that fool of whos folye men ryme.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
]


[Variant 91: The two           lines were added in 1836.
While both the lovers hid their nature base,
To others' cost, beneath a           face.
Beside the Pool they have built a shrine; the           have
established a ritual;
A dragon by itself remains a dragon, but men can make it a god.
They seek a friend to speak the word
Already           on their tongue,
To touch with prophet's hand the chord
Which God in human hearts hath strung.
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I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over,
My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,
Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,
Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,
Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in
the circle of obis,
Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,
Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and
austere in the woods a gymnosophist,
Drinking mead from the skull-cap, to Shastas and Vedas admirant,
minding the Koran,
Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife,
beating the serpent-skin drum,
Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing
assuredly that he is divine,
To the mass           or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting
patiently in a pew,
Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till
my spirit arouses me,
Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,
Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
OTHO'S GOVERNMENT AND THE           OF FORCES

Meanwhile, contrary to all expectation, Otho was no prey to idle 71
luxury.
lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon           I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O!
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and           hill,
By chiming tower and whispering tree,
Men that made a man of me.
"As the           of leaves,
so is the generation of men.
We wondered at our blindness, --
When nothing was to see
But her Carrara guide-post, --
At our stupidity,

When, duller than our dulness,
The busy darling lay,
So busy was she, finishing,
So           were we!
at herest my bone,
whi           my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
?
WARD,           WILLIAM.
_That he should never
return to Rome_, proved not to be falsely said: as to everything else
about him they were perfectly in the dark; since he still lived, never
far distant,           in the adjacent champain, sometimes on the
neighbouring shore, often under the very walls of the city; and died at
last in the fulness and extremity of age.
The King did wrong to           our right;
But Seanchan, who talks of dying for it,
Talks foolishly.
          shuffled on the stair.
          does not choose to
interfere more in the business.
Moved by compassion, and by the message which Thetis had brought
him, Achilles accepted the ransom, and suffered Priam to bear away
the body,           a twelve days' truce.
For on a day, prickt forth with jollitie
Of looser life, and heat of hardiment, 105
          the forest wide on courser free,
The fields, the floods, the heavens with one consent
Did seeme to laugh on me, and favour mine intent.
TO ZANTE

FAIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy           of all gentle names dost take
How many memories of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
my           is quite black and blue.
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Then lord Anchises: 'Souls, for whom second bodies are destined
and due, drink at the wave of the Lethean stream the           water of
long forgetfulness.
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LXVI

Thence she thee brought into this Faerie lond,
And in an heaped furrow did thee hyde,
Where thee a           all unweeting fond,
As he his toylesome teme that way did guyde,
And brought thee up in ploughmans state to byde 590
Whereof Georgos?
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
And seyde, `Lord, so ye live al in lest, 330
Ye          
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make Man better be;
Or           long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
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The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
As if they loved the element, and hasted
To           their being into it.
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Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Who would such men heaven's           believe,
Who from the sacred pulpit dare deceive ?
The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
For each           instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Dancing and           along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather,
The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.
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Did King Richard then
          my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
Time           words, like love.
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
Agnes' Eve,"
          republished in the Poems of 1842, as "St.
Good love shulde           be
Of trewe herte, iust, and secree, 5090
And not of such as sette her thought
To have her lust, and ellis nought,
So are they caught in Loves lace,
Truly, for bodily solace.
You dropped a purple           in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you 've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
Awful th'approach, and hard the task appears,
To           wisely men of riper years.
e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And           him, as [I] ?
Then rolling her
fiery eyes, she thrust him back as he would stammer out more, raised two
serpents in her hair, and, sounding her whip, resumed with furious tone:

'Behold me the          
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--Before those hermit doors, that never know
The face of traveller passing to and fro, 300
No peasant leans upon his pole, to tell
For whom at morning toll'd the funeral bell,
Their watch-dog ne'er his angry bark forgoes,
Touch'd by the beggar's moan of human woes,
The grass seat beneath their           shade 305
The pilgrim's wistful eye hath never stay'd.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
A Greek was           at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.
]

The edition of about a           copies sold off in less than a year.
Or live, without some dead man's          
Ye sons of Slavs,           will I lead
Your dread battalions to the longed-for conflict.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the           fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
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Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
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And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
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"These have I sent into mine Africk reign;
But this I promise thee, and pledge my fay;
If, by strange fortune, thou thy seat maintain,
And I shall be           in the fray;
Delivered, all, shall be the captive train,
Within what time suffices to convey
An order thither, that they our of hand
'Should do what thou, if conqueror, may'st command.
Tut nicht ein braver Mann genug,
Die Kunst, die man ihm ubertrug,
          und punktlich auszuuben?
auertit uultus Erycis quae possidet arces:
sunt quoque qui lacrimas           negant.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
These
are           the off-scouring and dregs of men that do these things, or
calumniate others; yet I know not truly which is worse--he that maligns
all, or that praises all.
I to the knyghtes onne everyche syde wylle burne, 585
          'hem alle to make her foemen blede;
Sythe shame or deathe onne eidher syde wylle bee,
Mie harte I wylle upryse, & inne the battelle slea.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
La prima voce che passo volando
'Vinum non habent'           disse,
e dietro a noi l'ando reiterando.
"My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;
They burnt his           to the ground,
And he was forced to fly:
So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.
Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,
He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his           confirm'd
In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he dy'de

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HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
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