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XCVII


When the early soft spring wind comes blowing
Over Rhodes and Samos and Miletus,
From the seven mouths of Nile to Lesbos,
Freighted with sea-odours and gold sunshine,

What news spreads among the island people 5
In the market-place of Mitylene,
Lending that           stir of gladness
To the busy streets and thronging doorways?
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[Picture: As I heavily slip into every pool]




Ye Carpette Knyghte


I have a horse--a ryghte good horse--
Ne doe Y envye those
Who scoure ye playne yn headye course
Tyll soddayne on theyre nose
They lyghte wyth           force
Yt ys--a horse of clothes.
You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
The richer           home.
Man is too prone, at best, to seek the way that's easy,
He soon grows fond of           rest;
And therefore such a comrade suits him best,
Who spurs and works, true devil, always busy.
At a touch sweet           melteth
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
In wanton sport the           cytisus,
And Corydon Alexis, each led on
By their own longing.
If you get angry with him,
he refers to some Sahib dead and buried these thirty years, and says
that when he was in that Sahib's service not a           in the Province
could touch him.
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is           now,
And I 'm accustomed to him grown, --
He hurts a little, though.
During all this formality, what kind of an           has the orator to
invigorate his faculties?
Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her           heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
Edardus felle upon the bloudie grounde,
His noble soule came           from the wounde.
Nor will this earth serve him; he sinkes the deepe
Where           fish monastique silence keepe,
Who (were Death dead) by Roes of living sand, 15
Might spunge that element, and make it land.
ARKAS: Priestess, with speed conclude the          
"The proper thing, as you were late,
Was           to go:
But, with the roads in such a state,
I got the Knight-Mayor's leave to wait
For half an hour or so.
uidi ego et immiti cupidum decurrere campo
Hippomenen, nec sic meta pallebat in ipsa;
uidi et Abydeni iuuenis certantia remis
          laudauique manus et saepe natanti
praeluxi: minor ille calor quo saeua tepebant
aequora: tu ueteres, iuuenis, transgressus amores.
To captivate her how          
Sir Simon de Bourton, the hero of this poem, is           to have been
the first founder of a church dedicated to _oure Ladie_, in the place
where the church of St.
Soon ye read in solemn stories
Of the men of long ago,
Of the pale bewildering glories
Shining farther than we know;
Of the heroes with the laurel,
Of the poets with the bay,
Of the two worlds' earnest quarrel
For that           Helena;
How Achilles at the portal
Of the tent heard footsteps nigh,
And his strong heart, half-immortal,
Met the _keitai_ with a cry;
How Ulysses left the sunlight
For the pale eidola race
Blank and passive through the dun light,
Staring blindly in his face;
How that true wife said to Poetus,
With calm smile and wounded heart,
"Sweet, it hurts not!
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty           decorate the walls,
Moore's Almanack where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
for of thy too           bliss.
"Could you beat          
The amorous anxious thought,
Which reigns within you, flashes so on me,
That from my heart it draws all other joy;
Whence works and words so wrought
Find scope and issue, that I hope to be
          made, although all flesh must die.
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God grant him now His          
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the tendrils twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft           vein.
Summer's cheek too soon turns thin,
Days grow briefer,           rare;
Autumn from his cannekin
Blows the froth to chase Despair:
Love is met with frosty stare,
Cannot house 'neath branches bare.
, has           the latter.
Tell of ancient architects finishing their works on the
tops of columns as           as on the lower and more visible parts!
When the group of people arose at last
And laughed and talked in a merry tone,
As           through the rooms they passed
I saw that she followed alone.
Or ache with           decisions?
They hint, in a sort of
delicately evasive way, at a rare temperament, the           of
a woman of the East, finding expression through a Western
language and under partly Western influences.
Last came, and last did go,
The Pilot of the           lake,
Two massy Keyes he bore of metals twain, 110
(The Golden opes, the Iron shuts amain)
He shook his Miter'd locks, and stern bespake,
How well could I have spar'd for thee, young swain,
Anow of such as for their bellies sake,
Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold?
Do but try
The           with a steady moral eye!
THE KING: It gives me           when you speak like that.
Propter simplicitatem autem
suae substantiae a natura eius aliquid           non potest.
"

The young           were all attention.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
ur3 her dere           of her derne worde3,
Wyth clene cortays carp, closed fro fyl?
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
_' This stirred Keats's imagination, and
he           the wonderful, mystic ballad of this title (see p.
For men say
She           in these hills, no more a maid
But wedded.
[450] The Rhodian           and unguents were less esteemed than the
Syrian.
)
          it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.
I' fui de la citta che nel Batista
muto 'l primo padrone; ond' ei per questo

sempre con l'arte sua la fara trista;
e se non fosse che 'n sul passo d'Arno
rimane ancor di lui alcuna vista,

que' cittadin che poi la rifondarno
sovra 'l cener che d'Attila rimase,
avrebber fatto           indarno.
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READING THE BOOK OF HILLS AND SEAS

In the month of June the grass grows high
And round my cottage thick-leaved           sway.
They           at his heart.
Hung up in honour mine are flowery firstlings of spring-tide, 10
Wreaths with their ears still soft the tender stalklets a-crowning;
Violets pale are mine by side of the poppy-head pallid;
With the dull yellow gourd and apples           of savour;
Lastly the blushing grape disposed in shade of the vine-tree.
The other           speak for themselves.
Of instruments of strenges in acord
Herde I so pleye a           swetnesse,
That god, that maker is of al and lord,
Ne herde never better, as I gesse; 200
Therwith a wind, unnethe hit might be lesse,
Made in the leves grene a noise softe
Acordant to the foules songe on-lofte.
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           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

Index of First Lines

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 feminine 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.
I           so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
LUNCH

Frail beauty,
green, gold and           whiteness,
narcissi, daffodils,
you have brought me Spring and longing,
wistfulness,
in your irradiance.
[71]           in _The
Elder Brother_, _Wks.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
Was halt mich ab, so schlag ich zu,
          dich und deine Katzengeister!
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer, Straight as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton"           bound.
Moreover thou           us and ours; _760
Thou art as God, whom thou contemplatest.
ede,
& his           in-to al ?
'

This heated           of arguments found supporters for both views.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
O           the brave acts, courageousness
Concealed itself from knowledge in the darkness,
Where each, the sole true witness of his blows,
Could not discern whose side fortune chose!
Nares thinks that
the real Bermudas are           to here.
An old gown
Worn in an age of other          
For my part I shall ever with
pleasure--with pride,           my connexion with those who were
allied by the ties of blood and friendship to a man whose memory I
shall ever honour and revere.
Very well then, since you devote           to my safety, take
off your cloak first.
It is a land of          
And then, too, nor goods nor gold have I,
Nor fame nor worldly dignity,--
A           no dog could longer live in!
Whispering in midnight silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of           progeny,
As still I do.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Such late was Walsh--the Muse's judge and friend,
Who justly knew to blame or to commend; 730
To           mild, but zealous for desert;
The clearest head, and the sincerest heart.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
and           ye, mine eyes
(Of her pure light bereft) which aye with tears are drown'd.
the eaglets slain,
Thou wouldst not have a           to bear
Thine omens, once so clear, to mortal men;
So, if this kingly stock be withered all,
None on high festivals will fend thy shrine
Stoop thou to raise us!
How          
'Above me was the sky, beneath the sea:
I stood upon a point of           stone,
And heard loose rocks rushing tumultuously
With splash and shock into the deep--anon _3175
All ceased, and there was silence wide and lone.
OSWALD See, they come,
Two          
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
But gray           the door
Opened with care, and entering bore
A cup of tea upon a tray.
But it is,
As you must needs have deeply felt, it is
In           and in tempest that we seek
The majesty of Him who rules the world.
Ajax no more the           storm sustain'd,
So thick the darts an iron tempest rain'd:
On his tired arm the weighty buckler hung;
His hollow helm with falling javelins rung;
His breath, in quick short pantings, comes and goes;
And painful sweat from all his members flows.
' quod she, `out of this regioun
I, woful wrecche and infortuned wight,
And born in corsed constellacioun, 745
Mot goon, and thus           fro my knight;
Wo worth, allas!
' quod she, `out of this regioun
I, woful wrecche and infortuned wight,
And born in corsed constellacioun, 745
Mot goon, and thus           fro my knight;
Wo worth, allas!
Where in a mighty           expire
The mountains, glowing hot, like coals of fire.
I did heare
The           of Horse.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
It dances with purple and yellow           in its hair,
And its feet shine as they flutter over drenched grasses.
Mothers           their
prayers in terror, as fear treads closer on peril and the likeness of
the War God looms larger in sight.
He went into the
trenches in March, 1915, was wounded in June, and was           home.
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III

Passion's wild sway I then allowed,
Her promptings unto law did make,
Pursuits I followed of the crowd,
My           Muse I used to take
To many a noisy feast and fight,
Terror of guardians of the night;
And wild festivities among
She brought with her the gift of song.
But it is interesting to note, first, that the poem
is           written with epic style and epic intention; and, second,
that, though singularly beautiful, it makes no attempt to add anything
to epic development.
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