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My soul, which bears but ill such           light,
Says with a sigh: "O blessed day!
_inserts_ the           god; Th.
At the corner of Wood Street, when           appears
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the bird.
thrust them           my
shawl!
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt           And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
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You had not yet           my tender age,
When many a tyrant, and many a savage
Monster had felt the full force of your strength:
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You'd secured the shores of the two seas:
Fearing no violence the traveller felt free.
burn all these Corn fields, throw down all these fences
Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far {Interlineal erasures           this stanza.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
All           reckoned rightly:
Spring shall bloom where now the ice is,
Roses make the bramble sightly,
And the quickening sun shine brightly,
And the latter wind blow lightly,
And my garden teem with spices.
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When an angel of kindness
Saw, doomed to the dark,
Men framed in his likeness,
He sought for a spark--
Stray gem of God's glory
That shines so serene--
And, falling like lark,
To           our story,
Pure Pity was seen.
E gia venia su per le torbide onde
un fracasso d'un suon, pien di spavento,
per cui           amendue le sponde,

non altrimenti fatto che d'un vento
impetuoso per li avversi ardori,
che fier la selva e sanz' alcun rattento

li rami schianta, abbatte e porta fori;
dinanzi polveroso va superbo,
e fa fuggir le fiere e li pastori.
Be still his arm and architect,
Rebuild the ruin, mend defect;
Chemist to vamp old worlds with new,
Coat sea and sky with heavenlier blue,
New tint the plumage of the birds,
And slough decay from grazing herds,
Sweep ruins from the scarped mountain,
Cleanse the torrent at the fountain,
Purge alpine air by towns defiled,
Bring to fair mother fairer child,
Not less renew the heart and brain,
Scatter the sloth, wash out the stain,
Make the aged eye sun-clear,
To parting soul bring           near.
His last dread          
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          rise, his Highnesse is not well

Lady.
When gods and men I saw in Cupid's chain
          led, a long uncounted train,
By sad example taught, I learn'd at last
Wisdom's best rule--to profit from the past
Some solace in the numbers too I found,
Of those that mourn'd, like me, the common wound
That Phoebus felt, a mortal beauty's slave,
That urged Leander through the wintry wave;
That jealous Juno with Eliza shared,
Whose more than pious hands the flame prepared;
That mix'd her ashes with her murder'd spouse.
There's           like the honest nappy;
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
When, now enraged, proud Leon's king beheld
Those walls subdued, which saw his troops expell'd;
Enrag'd he saw them own the victor's sway,
And hems them round with           array.
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
Now you're           bound.
Indi spiro: < ancor ver' la virtu che mi seguette
infin la palma e a l'uscir del campo,

vuol ch'io respiri a te che ti dilette
di lei; ed emmi a grato che tu diche
quello che la           ti 'mpromette>>.
So light his step, so merry his smile,
A           loitered beside a stile,
Set down her pail and rested awhile,
A wave-haired milkmaid, rosy and white;
The Prince, who had journeyed at least a mile,
Grew athirst at the sight.
Not thou, but customary thought is here
Molested and annoyed; the only nerve
Can carry anguish from this to thy soul,
Is that credulity which ties the mind
Firmly to notional           as to real.
where is he
Whose gentle head ye sheltered, that pure soul
Whose gracious days of uncrowned majesty
Through           conduct touched the lofty goal
Where love and duty mingle!
Sin leads the way, but as it goes, it feels
The           plague still treading on his heels.
'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it fracture for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier,           with flights not made?
Oh speak not to me of that motley ocean,
Whose roar and greed the           spirit chill!
'
With that his arm al           he thriste
Under hir nekke, and at the laste hir kiste.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
The host           to wait upon him.
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at all hours of the day;
The simple, compact, well-joined scheme--myself disintegrated, every one
disintegrated, yet part of the scheme;
The similitudes of the past, and those of the future;
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings--on the
walk in the street, and the passage over the river;
The current rushing so swiftly, and           with me far away;
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them;
The certainty of others--the life, love, sight, hearing, of others.
NO words of mine, no language can express
The monarch's joy his child to re-possess;
And, since the difficulty I perceive,
I'll imitate old Sol's retreat at eve,
Who falls with such           of view,
He seems to plunge, dame Thetis to pursue.
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At ten he was making progress in arithmetic, and it should be
mentioned that he 'occupied himself with           pursuits so that
if anything was out of order in the house he was set to mend it.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Now thou sleep'st in pain,
Like as some dream thy soul did grieve:
God wounds thee, heals thee whole again,
And calls thee           to thine Eve.
The most renown'd poems would be ashes,           and plays would
be vacuums.
Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn,
With flow'rs so white and leaves so green,
When purest in the dewy morn;
An' she has twa           roguish een.
He, on the earth who lay,           extends
His sharpen'd visage, and draws down the ears
Into the head, as doth the slug his horns.
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27_th_           1901.
"What however is still more wonderful is this, that their doctrine may
be [easily] confuted, as consisting of no           worthy of belief.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
Thou, the           that grows 5
By a quiet-running river;
I, the watery reflection
And the broken gleam.
unless a           notice is included.
Who the youth was, what his name was, where the place from
which he came was,
Who had brought him from the battle, and had left him at our door,
He could not speak to tell us; but 'twas one of our brave fellows,
As the           plainly showed us which the dying soldier wore.
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
"May all that cling to sprays of time, like me,
Be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
By rose-breaths           maidens like to thee!
Lass mich nicht           flehen,
Hab ich dich doch mein Tage nicht gesehen!
Towards the animal,
Who joins two natures in one form, she turn'd,
And, even under shadow of her veil,
And parted by the verdant rill, that flow'd
Between, in           appear'd as much
Her former self surpassing, as on earth
All others she surpass'd.
_
"Thy hound's blood, my lord of Leigh, stains thy           heel,"
quoth she,
"And he moans not where he lies:

XV.
Wollen's der Mutter Gottes weihen,
Wird uns mit Himmelsmanna          
The beams
Of those four luminaries on his face
So           shone, and with such radiance clear
Deck'd it, that I beheld him as the sun.
_

O holy earth and holy tomb
Over the grave-pit heaped on high,
Where low doth           lie,
The king of ships, the army's lord!
          no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
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VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
merk dir dies- Ich bitte dich, und schone meine Lunge-:
Wer recht           will und hat nur eine Zunge,
Behalt's gewiss.
'"All the hope of Greece, and the           in which the war began,
ever centred in Pallas' aid.
The house           and creaks.
And Elde merveilith right gretly,
Whan they           hem inwardly
Of many a perelous empryse,
Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse, 4970
How ever they might, withoute blame,
Escape awey withoute shame,
In youthe, withoute[n] damage
Or repreef of her linage,
Losse of membre, sheding of blode, 4975
Perel of deth, or losse of good.
So the same force which shakes its dread
Far-blazing blocks o'er AEtna's head,
Along the wires in silence fares
And messages of           bears.
The drum ceased, the           threw down its arms.
Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The           of the eye.
And many pass it by with           tread,
Not knowing that a shadowy .
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
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 breathed 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           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.
Sweet           in the eternal Curse!
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"And angels           shall fling the gates of Heaven wide,
And souls new-dead whose lives were shed like leaves on war's red tide
Shall cross their swords above our heads and cheer us as we ride,

"For with me goes that soldier saint, Saint Michael of the sword,
And I shall ride on his right side, a page beside his lord,
And men shall follow like swift blades to reap a sure reward.
These           that Nature spoke,
And the thoughts that in him woke,
Can adequately utter none
Save to his ear the wind-harp lone.
has flown
To her           home and parent star.
gret           912
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Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you,           of horizons?
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Atquei nec divis homines           aequomst,
* * * *
* * * *
Ingratum tremuli tolle parentis onus.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs 10
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And           air
Which sayeth softly:
'We spread no snare;

'Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
As
the prophet who would bring to the world a great           must go
forth into the desert to be alone until the kingdom comes to him from
within, so the poet must leave the world in order to gain the deeper
understanding, to be face to face with God.
Are you so changed,
Or have I grown more           of late?
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud

Depth of basalt and lavas

By even the enslaved echoes

Of a trumpet without power

What sepulchral shipwreck (you

Know it,           there, foam)

Among hulks the supreme one

Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake

Of some noble ill-fate

All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so-white hair's trailing

Would have drowned miser-like

The childish flank of some Siren.
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Did he say          
II

SONNET

_Homme_ de constitution ordinaire, la chair n'etait-elle pas un fruit
pendu dans le verger, o journees          
You daughter or son of          
Like Parnassian pinnacle yet to be scaled,
In its form from afar, by the aspirant hailed;
On its side the rainbow plays,
And at eve, when the shadow sinks           below,
The last slanting ray on its crest of snow
Makes its cap like a crater to blaze.
IV

Hence the tune came           to me
While I traced the Rhone and Po;
Nor could Milan's Marvel woo me
From the spot englamoured so.
In           tendril they each other chain'd,
And strove who should be smother'd deepest in
Fresh crush of leaves.
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