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Then by slow degrees
The sword of iron succeeded, and the shape
Of brazen sickle into scorn was turned:
With iron to cleave the soil of earth they 'gan,
And the           of uncertain war
Were rendered equal.
Like a man making himself in drunken sleep
A king, my soul, drunk with its earthly war,
Kept idle all its           want of thee,
Believed itself managing arms with God;
Yea, when my trampling hurry through the earth
Made cloudy wind of the light human dust,
I thought myself to move in the dark danger
Of blinding God's own face with blasts of war!
Modern Paris is often the background of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense           vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
But other pangs the Gods, and other woes
To me have giv'n, who here           sit
My godlike master, and his fatted swine 50
Nourish for others' use, while he, perchance,
A wand'rer in some foreign city, seeks
Fit sustenance, and none obtains, if still
Indeed he live, and view the light of day.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The Dying Words of           Jackson.
The Black Smoke does not allow of
much other business; and even though I am very little           by it, as
men go, I couldn't do a day's work now to save my life.
Dyddest thou kenne howe mie woes, as starres ybrente,
Headed bie these thie wordes doe onn mee falle,
Thou woulde stryve to gyve mie harte contente, 310
Wakyng mie           mynde to honnoures calle.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
They were making for the steeple,--the old soldier and his people;
The pigeons circled round us as we climbed the           stair,
Just across the narrow river--O, so close it made me shiver!
"


How cruel are the parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman          
hic manus heroum, placidis ut constitit oris,
mollia           litora fronde tegit.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
"From           came to me my spouse,
And hence thy surname grew.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the           wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented?
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
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He could           the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
The autumnal winds, as if spell-bound, had made
A natural couch of leaves in that recess,
Which seasons none disturbed, but, in the shade _2580
Of           parasites, did Spring love to dress
With their sweet blooms the wintry loneliness
Of those dead leaves, shedding their stars, whene'er
The wandering wind her nurslings might caress;
Whose intertwining fingers ever there _2585
Made music wild and soft that filled the listening air.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
"

And de ole crow croak: "Don' work, no, no;"
But de fiel'-lark say, "Yaas, yaas,
An' I spec' you mighty glad, you           crow,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass, grass,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass!
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
Index of First Lines

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,
At the sorrow I'm made to feel by Love,
Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness
I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Whether her golden hair curls languidly,
Sweet beauty, murderess of my life,
Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
Now when the sky and when the earth again
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk
I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand
Marie, the man who'd change the letters of your name
Kiss me then Marie: no then, don't kiss me,
As in May month, on its stem we see the rose
Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,
The other day you saw me, as you passed by,
So often forging peace, so often fighting,
Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs
In these long winter nights when the idle Moon
When you are truly old, beside the evening candle,
That night Love drew you down into the ballroom
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
O Fount of Bellerie,
Why like a skittish mare


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In this single poem he attributes to the lady addressed
two attributes of Deity, (1) the identity of being and essence, (2)
the power of reading the           directly.
Let kings command and do the best they may,
The saucy           still will bear the sway.
Will you wait for me and we can
lunch somewhere          
" So is each one's
world but a           in the forest, so much open and inclosed ground.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
It had, indeed, at that time shewn manifest           of
decay, but its total ruin may be dated from the introduction of a
mercenary band [c] to flatter and applaud.
If I should fail, what          
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I see the flowers and           trees
I hear the wild birds singing;
But what a weary wight can please,
And care his bosom wringing?
'

The progress of mechanical           in Britain since the beginning of
the present century has given a more limited, and purely technical,
meaning to the word, than it bore when Wordsworth used it in these two
instances.
350
Theseus, in dying,           those complications,
That formed the crime, the horror of your passion.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
Artemis

The           returns.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest           to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
the
use of the word Blok in "Early English           Poems,"
p.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
though the crowded           beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
Oh for the measured dawns
That pass with folded wings--
How can I let them go
With           things?
This great work, in fact, is to be           as poetical,
only when, losing sight of that vital requisite in all works of Art,
Unity, we view it merely as a series of minor poems.
And he answered: "What's the use
Of this           up and down,
When three women and one goose
Make a market in your town!
and all
For our sake, for the lives she hath in scorn,
This horrible           risk she ventures.
"


"The Ancient Mariner" is full of images of light and           colour in sky
and sea; Glycine's song in "Zapolya" is the most glittering poem in our
language, with a soft glitter like that of light seen through water.
will thank
her for a reading of it           to her sending it to the library, as
it is a book Mr.
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Gifford made his alterations
by           whole scenes, except in the case of Act 2.
good Morcar, speak for us,
His           conquer'd Aldwyth.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
I never meant           else.
He           when he caught my eye,
And got behind a chair.
Heaven's boughs bent down with their alchemy,
          airs, and thoughts of wonder.
True, a new           now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
SENT TO THE           YUAN OF CH'IAO CITY, IN MEMORY OF
FORMER EXCURSIONS

Do you remember how once at Lo-yang, Tung Tsao-ch'in built us a
wine-tower south of the T'ien-ching Bridge?
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her           curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
Iacchus was an epithet of the god Dionysus (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the           mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned
A           heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
Oft, wenn es erst durch Jahre durchgedrungen,
Erscheint es in           Gestalt.
See at the mirror in the High Hall
Aged men           white locks--
In the morning, threads of silk;
In the evening flakes of snow!
a           change indeed.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath          
--_Enter_ PUG           shaped and apparelled_.
How their pursuers camped against them
Upon the Seventh Day, and           them?
The rest may here the pious duty share,
And bid the           for the feast prepare,
The seats to range, the fragrant wood to bring,
And limpid waters from the living spring.
But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
" I exclaim'd, "so clear
Aught saw I never, as I now discern
Where seem'd my ken to fail, that the mid orb
Of the           motion (which in terms
Of art is called the Equator, and remains
Ever between the sun and winter) for the cause
Thou hast assign'd, from hence toward the north
Departs, when those who in the Hebrew land
Inhabit, see it tow'rds the warmer part.
La           s'esbaudeya

The nightingale sings happily

Hard by the blossom on the bough,

And I am taken by such envy

I can't help but sing any how;

Knowing not what or whom either,

For I love not I, nor another.
Dark           of many a golden star,
Dost see me, Mother Night?
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114) which Virgil has           here,

Contemplator enim cum solis lumina .
Cette bete suait du sang a chaque pierre
Et c'etait degoutant, la           debout
Avec ses murs lepreux qui nous racontaient tout
Et, toujours, nous tenaient enfermes dans leur ombre!
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
'T is my voice you hear, my          
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI And           if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
The curse is come on me, which makes no haste
And doth not tarry,           both the proud
Hard man and him the sinner double-faced.
_

Her           lover knew not well her soul.
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It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
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Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so           a leaf
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Poco piu oltre il centauro s'affisse
sovr' una gente che 'nfino a la gola
parea che di quel           uscisse.
For felonie is           {and} flowre?
But tracing in my mind,
That she who form'd my           hope is dead
E'en in her blossom'd prime;
Thou knowest, Love, full well what I become:
She I trust sees it too, who dwells with truth.
•           wrote a poem, in Latin and English, which ho
called, JiebeUis ScotuSy The Rebel Soot: A sntirc on the
oatioa in general.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every           the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
tum te_ GVen
18 _atractis_ O: _atratis_ BLa1h2




XVI

          ego uos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex uersiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
[The           of Mrs.
This should be a privacy,
Not even your lover near, this hour of first
Strange           that you have accepted love.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my           may dim;
Haste!
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