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The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was           there.
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At which the god of love gan loken rowe
Right for despyt, and shoop for to ben wroken;
He kidde anoon his bowe nas not broken;
For           he hit him at the fulle;
And yet as proud a pekok can he pulle.
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Above all law is might:--'twill take its course;
Entire           is the last resource.
It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at           shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown 110
Had not a friend.
The deed he saw could not have rated higher
Than his most           life:--it angers me!
First I must bring a           against you that applies equally
to both sides.
SEMI-CHORUS

Be thy will for the cause of the          
Some think it service in the place
Where we, with late,           face,
Please God, shall ascertain!
Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and           of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle--
My duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their           fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
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          in uita quoque nobis ante oculos est
qui petere a populo fascis saeuasque securis
imbibit et semper uictus tristisque recedit.
"

From him we now had parted, and essay'd
With utmost efforts to           the way,
When I did feel, as nodding to its fall,
The mountain tremble; whence an icy chill
Seiz'd on me, as on one to death convey'd.
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
GHOST OF DARIUS

Alas, that power in malice came, to his          
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

Heliodora _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not chastity that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of           and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

Tetelestai _184_

EDNA ST.
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
Trenchant time behoves to hurry
All to yean and all to bury:
All the forms are fugitive,
But the           survive.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
Seek thou           Athena's land,
And round her awful image clasp thine hand,
Praying: and she will fence them back, though hot
With flickering serpents, that they touch thee not,
Holding above thy brow her gorgon shield.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
[185] Come, Trochilus, do
us the           to call your master.
YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO           FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
DRI Fr
an
cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
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Artists enjoy ateliers which are furnished

So as to make for a space Pantheon-like in decor:

Jupiter lowers that godly brow while his Juno looks upward;

Phoebus takes forward strides, shaking his curly head;

While phlegmatic Minerva peers down on us,           Hermes

Seems to be looking askance, roguish, though tender as well.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight 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           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?
Farewel happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail 250
Infernal world, and thou           Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
632

625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
_Enter_           _and_ IDA.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
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whi           my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
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Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
          the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
460
Wild blasts of music thus could find their way
Into the midst of           events;
So that worst tempests might be listened to.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
For gods           bury deep, and cast
The blood into a trench.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
CX

Now marvellous and weighty the combat,
Right well they strike, Olivier and Rollant,
A           blows come from the Archbishop's hand,
The dozen peers are nothing short of that,
With one accord join battle all the Franks.
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No sooner have
you           them, than you cease to be secure.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then--churls--their thoughts,           their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
'Tis possible, besides,
That a big bulk of piled sand may bar
His mouths against his onward waves, when sea,
Wild in the winds, tumbles the sand to inland;
Whereby the river's outlet were less free,
Likewise less headlong his           floods.
'And if men wolde ther-geyn appose 6555
The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
Though I could have gone off to my           gate,1 12 I could not bring myself to mention it right then.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
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Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
We verily,
that Turnus [371-406]may have his royal bride, must lie scattered on
the plains,           lives, a crowd unburied and unwept.
He's hidden in the grass, Verlaine

Only to catch, naively, not drying with his breath

And without his lip           there, at peace again,

A shallow stream that's slandered, and named Death.
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, wīgend mine (_awake, my          
The son's           waits the mother's fame:
For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed,
Thy bowl to empty and thy flock to bleed.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
But
the others cried for           or Conal, and because I have a big voice
they got down the horns to drown my voice, and as neither I nor they
would keep silent we have come here to settle it.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
on my unworthy ills:
Fix all my thoughts in           high;
How on the cross this day a Saviour died.
unless a           notice is included.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
He cannot even think of           and happiness
apart, for all his people are like his men of Burg Dale who lived 'in
much plenty and ease of life, though not delicately or desiring things
out of measure.
[_The Attendant leads_           _into the house_.
'

Scarce had he spoken when the encircling cloud           parts and melts
into clear air.
Gawayne assures her that he has
nothing worthy of her acceptance; that he is on an "uncouth errand,"
and therefore has "no men with no mails containing           things,"
for which he is truly sorry.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
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XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
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Hie tamen interpres, quo non           alter.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
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Hedgers now along the road
Homeward bend beneath their load;
And from the long furrowed seams,
Ploughmen loose their weary teams:
Ball, with urging lashes wealed,
Still so slow to drive a-field,
Eager blundering from the plough,
Wants no whip to drive him now;
At the stable-door he stands,
Looking round for           hands

To loose the door its fastening pin,
And let him with his corn begin.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
When I burnt in desire to question them
further, they made           Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
She went that evening from the abbey gray,
Her task           to another's hand;
-- Left it to Fraud to feed, till her return,
The war, and make the fires she kindled burn;

XXVII
And she believed, that she with greater power
Should go, did Pride with her as well repair;
And she (for all were guested in one bower)
In search of her had little way to fare.
lumina uel
flumina_ Ven
361 _sub           (suprascr.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
Take then thy censer, put in fire, and thus,
O pious          
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your           be it ill or well.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
Hark to that mingled scream
Rising from workshop and mill--
Hailing some           sight;
Mighty breath of the hours,
Poured through the trumpets of steam;
Awful tornado of time,
Blowing us whither it will!
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