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Again their own shore rises on the view,
No more           with a hostile hue;
No sullen ship lay bristling o'er the foam,
A floating dungeon:--all was Hope and Home!
Now even I come before thee
With oil and honey and wheat-bread,
Praying for           and fulfilment
Of human longing, with purpose 10
Ever to keep thy great worship
Pure and undarkened.
Thou beauteous wreath, with           eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
I too saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water,
Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of beams,
Looked at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the shape of my head
in the sun-lit water,
Looked on the haze on the hills southward and southwestward,
Looked on the vapour as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,
Looked toward the lower bay to notice the arriving ships,
Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,
Saw the white sails of           and sloops, saw the ships at anchor,
The sailors at work in the rigging, or out astride the spars.
By the sense           and instant, that if even I spake wisely
I spake basely--using truth, if what I spake indeed was true,
To avenge wrong on a woman--_her_, who sate there weighing nicely
A poor manhood's worth, found guilty of such deeds as I could do!
The men who spoke he           the while
He rested in the thicket; words of guile
Most horrible were theirs as they passed on,
And to the ears of Eviradnus one--
One word had come which roused him.
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise;
And           art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
"

"Now," answer'd I, "methinks thou mockest me,
For Branca Doria never yet hath died,
But doth all natural           of a man,
Eats, drinks, and sleeps, and putteth raiment on.
As now           to their native shore
Through the wide deep the joyful navy bore,
Earnest the pilot's eyes sought cape or bay,
For long was yet the various wat'ry way;
Sought cape or isle, from whence their boats might bring
The healthful bounty of the crystal spring:
When sudden, all in nature's pride array'd,
The Isle of Love its glowing breast display'd.
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And who with Eden didst devise the Snake;
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blacken'd, Man's           give--and take!
When I           a food which you admire;
You blame and say, I never ought to tire;
You do the very same; in truth, my friend,
No mark of folly 'tis, you may depend,
In lord or squire, or citizen or clown,
To change the bread that's white for bit of brown:
With more experience, you'll with me agree,--
My motto ever is--VARIETY.
With fresh wiles she marked the spot
where           Iulus was trapping and coursing game on the bank; here
the infernal maiden suddenly crosses his hounds with the maddening touch
of a familiar scent, and drives them hotly on the stag-hunt.
Therefore, when this same wind a-fire
Hath split black cloud, it scatters the fire-seeds,
Which, so to say, have been pressed out by force
Of sudden from the cloud;--and these do make
The pulsing flashes of flame; thence followeth
The           which attacks our ears
More tardily than aught which comes along
Unto the sight of eyeballs.
NOVEMBER

As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
Save from soaking thickets round
Trickle or water's rushing sound,
And from ghostly trees the drip
Of runnel dews or           slip
Of leaves, which in a body launch
Listlessly from the stagnant branch
To strew the marl, already strown,
With litter sodden as its own,

A rheum, like blight, hangs on the briars,
And from the clammy ground suspires
A sweet frail sick autumnal scent
Of stale frost furring weeds long spent;
And wafted on, like one who sleeps,
A feeble vapour hangs or creeps,
Exhaling on the fungus mould
A breath of age, fatigue, and cold.
(The Table of           follows the
1778 title-page.
LXXXVI
The others who stood round her, wont to hear
          often boast of the deceit,
'Gan turn towards that wretch, and made appear
By open signs they knew him for the Cheat.
As to your apprehensions about my returning to Vaucluse, I
cannot deny that, at the entreaties of Socrates, I should return,
provided I could procure an           in Provence, which would
afford me an honourable pretence for residing there, and, at the same
time, enable me to receive my friends with hospitality; but at present
circumstances are changed.
1630
She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
_The Shepherd's Tree_

Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
Like to a warrior's          
All night long, on the prong of a moss-scalloped stake,
Down, almost amid the           waves,
Sat the lone singer, wonderful, causing tears.
Vainly the sea-bird would           these tides!
Can I let this           go free?
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.
Hard by,
Stood serene Cupids           silently.
Thy veins no more with ancient vigour glow,
Weak is thy servant, and thy           slow.
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" Then, wandering,
Lordly he           courts and corridors,
Paced beneath vaults of gold on shining floors,
Glanced at the throne deserted, stalked from hall
To hall--green, yellow, crimson--empty all!
After the deal was over, the cards were           and the game began
again.
Lucin and I to the Parke; and there found them out,
and spoke to them; and           many fine ladies, and staid till all
were gone almost.
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Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O           thine the punishment!
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[The hero and heroine of this little           poem, were Robert Burns
and Jean Armour.
Sometimes, too,
Asunder rent by wanton gusts, it raves
And imitates the tearing sound of sheets
Of paper--even this kind of noise thou mayst
In thunder hear--or sound as when winds whirl
With           and do buffet about in air
A hanging cloth and flying paper-sheets.
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of Princess Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
          in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published.
What fine, new          
Why bear witness against           in this fashion?
That day is not far off; let me but first
Subdue the           of the people.
XIII
Divided next, one           by the way
Rogero took, she sent; the bands were two:
She at the port embarked the next array,
And straight to sea dispatched the warlike crew.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Who with a little cannot be content,
Endures an           punishment.
Grant then, that from           arise
All love that glows within you; to dismiss
Or harbour it, the pow'r is in yourselves.
To whom the sovran           thus repli'd.
What profits           ere ye know?
" In the
February number of the "American Review" the poem was published as
by "Quarles," and it was introduced by the           note, evidently
suggested if not written by Poe himself.
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
Aricia

Is unfeeling           known to you though?
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
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II My late years press hard on a stolen life, coming home, the           are few.
Lo the Lilly pale & the rose           fierce
Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty {According to Erdman, beneath and below these 2 lines are about 11 erased pencil lines, the first [partially recovered] beginning 'XXX she wails,' the following 2 the same as the existing lines, and the remainder apparently different from the final text EJC}
I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
FIRST GLANCE


A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;
A laughing face; and laughing hair,--
So ruddy was its rise
From off that           fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said,
And a shy grace when she was still;
A bright, elastic tread;
Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid
As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;--
Joyous, yet half-afraid
Her joyousness to sing.
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I have seen
A pine in Italy that cast its shadow
Athwart a cataract; firm stood the pine--
The           shook the shadow.
To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,
A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)
A swift and           ship full of rich words, full of joys.
_


When once my will was captive by my fate,
And I had lost the liberty, which late
Made my life happy; I, who used before
To flee from Love (as fearful deer abhor
The           huntsman), suddenly became
(Like all my fellow-servants) calm and tame;
And view'd the travails, wrestlings, and the smart,
The crooked by-paths, and the cozening art
That guides the amorous flock: then whilst mine eye
I cast in every corner, to espy
Some ancient or modern who had proved
Famous, I saw him, who had only loved
Eurydice, and found out hell, to call
Her dear ghost back; he named her in his fall
For whom he died.
The content is however universal enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual           to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
Tacendo           la 've spiccia
fuor de la selva un picciol fiumicello,
lo cui rossore ancor mi raccapriccia.
The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,
But without           lingers a different living and looks curiously
on the corpse.
Such as eternity at last           into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
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Rigaut de           (fl.
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Here, now, is a very           kind,
Such as in any town you may find,
Such as one might imagine would suit
The rascal who drank wine out of a boot.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth           imagery of slighter trees,
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
CLYTEMNESTRA

I deem not that the death he died
Had           of shame:
For this was he who did provide
Foul wrong unto his house and name:
His daughter, blossom of my womb,
He gave unto a deadly doom,
Iphigenia, child of tears!
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
These Grendel-deeds
I heard in my home-land           clear.
Scarcely has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow           the substance of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
'

And after this he to the yates wente
Ther-as           out-rood a ful good paas,
And up and doun ther made he many a wente, 605
And to him-self ful ofte he seyde `Allas!
49:

'An Englishman in           freedom born.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
His           is unwell.
          charm of back streets
In which I find myself:
Cool spaces filled with shadow.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
With midnight always in one's heart,
And           in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul,
Foiled by a woman's hand, before a           wall?
At length a coast was signalled, and on           we saw a magnificent
and dazzling land.
I noted what remain'd yet hidden from them:
Thence to my liege's eyes mine eyes I bent,
And he,           interpreting their suit,
Beckon'd his glad assent.
{40a}           the fugitive is meant who discovered the hoard.
And after seven moons, one day a           looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a statesman and a great leader
of men.
hæbbe ic mǣrða fela ongunnen on geogoðe,
_have in my youth           many deeds of renown_, 409.
What's a tempest to him, or the dry           heats?
She explained that had he been a bachelor she might
not have objected to his devotion; but since he was a married man and
the father of a very nice baby, she considered him a hypocrite, and this
she           twice.
II

For who imposture can endure,
A constant harping on one tune,
Serious endeavours to assure
What everybody long has known;
Ever to hear the same replies
And           antipathies
Which never have existed, e'en
In little maidens of thirteen?
But Ivan Kouzmitch
was ready for this onset; he did not care in the least, and he boldly
answered his curious better-half--

"Look here, little mother, the country-women have taken it into their
heads to light fires with straw, and as that might be the cause of a
misfortune, I           my officers, and I ordered them to watch that
the women do not make fires with straw, but rather with faggots and
brambles.
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Fortified with these resolutions, I ate and drank as much as I could,
and made Gunga Dass understand that I           to be his master, and
that the least sign of insubordination on his part would be visited with
the only punishment I had it in my power to inflict--sudden and violent
death.
that rustle of a dress,
Stiff with lavish          
Thus merrily the little noisy troop
Along the grass as rude           hie,
For ever noisy and for ever gay
While keeping in the meadows holiday.
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