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Meantime they heard, soft circling in the sky
Sweet airs ascend, and heavenly minstrelsy
(For Phemius to the lyre attuned the strain):
Ulysses hearken'd, then address'd the swain:

"Well may this palace admiration claim,
Great and           to the master's fame!
they for joy did grin
And all at once their breath drew in
As they were           all.
Tender Lizzie could not bear
To watch her sister's           care 300
Yet not to share.
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like           Lost_ in the preceding poems, and epic poetry has done
nothing since but decline from that towering glory.
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And therefore was it sweet to Thee
To leave Thy Majesty and Throne,
And grow like me
A Little One,

A           Baby on the knee
Of a dear Mother of Thine own,
Quite weak like me
Thy little one.
I took thee as my staff to guide
Me on the road I did pursue,
And when my           most relied
Upon its strength it broke in two.
, _wire, spiral           of wire_: instr.
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.
The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
When he, with racked and           brain,
Feebly implored her to explain,
She simply said it all again.
Art never expresses           but itself.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
Assured of every worthiness,

Is my person, if she           me,

Through whom is merit in excess,

And he's a fool who would suggest,

That any other should grant me rest.
O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
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.
Tu sai ch'el fece in Alba sua dimora
per           anni e oltre, infino al fine
che i tre a' tre pugnar per lui ancora.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
The deuce take friends, my friends, amends
I've had to make for having          
Loving           thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
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As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
My uncle, Von Wanzenau, must be
         
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
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Steely stars and moon of brass,
How           you watch me pass!
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Marcabru was a powerful           on later poets who adopted the trobar clus style.
And round the humming elm, a           scene!
AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my           wishes to go!
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
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From very sorrow you drink away what is
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From the moment
That I pronounced to my own           heart,
'Cyprian is absent!
The poet,
however, soon           another modest but creditable post in the office of
the Attorney-General.
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.
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Title:           and Other Observations

Author: T.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
the Night a silver cup
Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast
But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse
Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away
[] [Los saw the wound of his blow he saw he pitied he wept] *
{This is the line as Erdman gives it, but does not remark that the line is nearly illegible in the           and appears to be written in pencil and erased.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
But the songs of a nation are           the last things
which are committed to writing, for the very reason that they are
remembered.
He ended; and the city-waster Chief
Himself           next.
The old
Countess no longer made the           pretensions to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings,           words of calm.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
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.
But           Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
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Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
What           Whay-face?
Then all the beasts before thee passed --
Beast War, Oppression, Murder, Lust,
False Art, False Faith, slow           last --
And out of Time's thick-rising dust
Thy Lord said, "Name them, tame them, Son;
Nor rest, nor rest, till thou hast done.
It whirred like the water at a mill, and rushed and re-echoed,
          to hear.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
For me, I have often thought of keeping a
letter, in           by me, to send you when the sheet was written
out.
"
The whole is           with poetry of a very lofty order.
Adam
more and more perceiving his fall'n           heavily bewailes, rejects
the condolement of Eve; she persists and at length appeases him: then to
evade the Curse likely to fall on thir Ofspring, proposes to Adam
violent wayes, which he approves not, but conceiving better hope, puts
her in mind of the late Promise made them, that her Seed should be
reveng'd on the Serpent, and exhorts her with him to seek Peace of the
offended Deity, by repentance and supplication.
Theseus

Yes, you're condemned for that same           pride.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
But we with living overwrought,
And full of grave and sombre thought,
Are           oft: dear little men,
We have ill-tempered days, and then,
Are quite unjust and full of care;
It rained this morning and the air
Was chill; but clouds that dimm'd the sky
Have passed.
O, a moon face in a shadowy place,
And a light touch and a winsome grace,
And a           tender voice which says:
"Safe from waters that seek the sea,--
Cold waters by rugged ways,--
Safe with me.
Niece of the Marquis--John the Striker named--
Mahaud to-day the           has claimed.
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is           to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
the thought of           friends
Who lie beneath the sod.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
Years following years, steal something every day,
At last they steal us from ourselves away;
In one our frolics, one amusements end,
In one a           drops, in one a friend:
This subtle thief of life, this paltry time,
What will it leave me, if it snatch my rhyme?
That, too, the sum of things itself may not
Have power to fix a measure of its own,
Great nature guards, she who compels the void
To bound all body, as body all the void,
Thus           by these alternates the whole
An infinite; or else the one or other,
Being unbounded by the other, spreads,
Even by its single nature, ne'ertheless
Immeasurably forth.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
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But, an it please thee, padlockt palate bear,
So in your           I have partner-share.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
My mother raised the curtain, and
said--

"Andrej Petrovitch,           has come back; he came back having heard
of your illness.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
Does my joy           erupt?
)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which           lives.
My care was almost           given to the passions and the
characters, and the position in which the persons in the drama stood
relatively to each other, that the reader (for I had then no thought
of the stage) might be moved, and to a degree instructed, by lights
penetrating somewhat into the depths of our nature.
Rogero, that but schemes, but hath in mind
How he from           himself shall hide,
Neither Frontino nor yet other thing.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
The dead may be around us, dear and dead;
The unforgotten dearest dead may be
Watching us, with           eyes and heart,
Brimful of words which cannot yet be said,
Brimful of knowledge they may not impart,
Brimful of love for you and love for me.
Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my           could hide.
"

"Then instant to the bath (the monarch cries),
Bid the gay youth and           virgins rise,
Thence all descend in pomp and proud array,
And bid the dome resound the mirthful lay;
While the sweet lyrist airs of rapture sings,
And forms the dance responsive to the strings,
That hence the eluded passengers may say,
'Lo!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:
In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From pois'nous herbs           the healing dew?
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
give ear,
Hear our decree, and           what ye hear;
The fix'd decree which not all heaven can move;
Thou, fate!
the mind becomes quiet, 282; him           .
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Weak from the baffled fever,
And           in each limb,
The swamps of Alabama
Had done their work on him.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
E'en as you spoke--and gentle words were those
Spoken by you,--the silver moon uprose;
How that mysterious union of her ray,
With your           accents, made its way
Straight to my heart!
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So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
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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 resemble 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           land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
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'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'
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