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He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
What shy           for a heart in your hands!
And the mighty nations would have crowned
me, who am crownless now and without name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling
on the           of the House of Fame.
A man, a prince, by him so          
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And           filled her brave
With a vision of understanding beyond the hour
That knelled to the waiting grave.
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Of fierce           into Ministers
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That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
to catch
fire in her long tresses, and burn with           flame in all her
array, her queenly hair lit up, lit up her jewelled circlet; till,
enwreathed in smoke and lurid light, she scattered fire over all the
palace.
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Talking of Power and Love
The Beloved
Max Ernst
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Obsession
Nearer To Us
Open Door
The           Life
Lovely And Lifelike
The Season of Loves
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses
Barely Disfigured
In A New Night
Fertile Eyes
I Said It To You
It's The Sweet Law Of Men
The Curve Of Your Eyes
Liberty
Ring Of Peace
Ecstasy
Our Life
Uninterrupted Poetry
Index of First Lines
Absence

I speak to you over cities

I speak to you over plains

My mouth is against your ear

The two sides of the walls face

my voice which acknowledges you.
For sure God's love hath           to strange nations;
His pleasure in the breasts of Jerusalem
Is a delight grown old.
Leave him to God's           eye,
Trust him to the hand that made him.
)
Where we, my Friend, to happy [98] days shall rise,
'Till our small share of hardly-paining sighs
(For sighs will ever trouble human breath) 355
Creep hushed into the           breast of death.
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
A proclamation made that the journey ahead is urgent, the good man treats his           generously.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
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Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he conquers kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here           speaks to me of his crime.
--And hence, long afterwards, when eighteen moons
Were wasted, as I chanced to walk alone
Beneath this rock, at sunrise, on a calm
And silent morning, I sat down, and there, 80
In memory of affections old and true,
I           out in those rude characters
Joanna's name deep in the living stone:--[8]
And I, and all who dwell by my fireside,
Have called the lovely rock, JOANNA'S ROCK.
JR monogram), _O'F_, _P_, _S96_]

[1 Love,] Love _1635-69_]

[13 witt] will, _1635-54_]

[14 They, _1635-69_: Those _L74_]

[18 I sport] I sports _1635-54_]

[19 that may _A10_, _HN_, _L74_: that doth _1635-69_: let that
_B_]

[26 Satietie]           _1635-39_, _L74_

Love _A10_, _B_, _HN_, _L74_, _S96_: selves _1635-69_]

[28 Mine _MSS.
I:
          T: _imber_ uel _ymber_ ?
To you, gone emblem of our          
Sour Bigotry, on her last legs,
Girns an' looks back,
Wishing the ten           plagues
May seize you quick.
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Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore;
Oft Music changed, but never ceased her tone,
And timely echoed back the measured oar,
And rippling waters made a pleasant moan:
The Queen of tides on high consenting shone;
And when a           breeze swept o'er the wave,
'Twas as if, darting from her heavenly throne,
A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
Till sparkling billows seemed to light the banks they lave.
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
outen strijf,
Rome forto gouerne; 954
we           holy chirche
A?
I, habitue of the Alleghanies, treating man as he is in himself, in his own
rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, the great
pride of man in himself;
Chanter of Personality,           what is yet to be;
I project the history of the future.
          crush the foe.
Quante volte, del tempo che rimembre,
legge, moneta, officio e costume
hai tu mutato, e           membre!
To see him thus provoke her tenderness
With tales of           and infirmity!
The artist           o'er his plan
Where men his Self must see.
Since there           the Dry Rod,

Or from Adam sprang nephew and uncle;

Such true love as that which my heart enters

Has never, I think, existed in body or soul:

Wherever she is, abroad or in some chamber,

My heart can't part from her more than a nail.
Canto VIII


Era gia l'ora che volge il disio
ai           e 'ntenerisce il core
lo di c'han detto ai dolci amici addio;

e che lo novo peregrin d'amore
punge, se ode squilla di lontano
che paia il giorno pianger che si more;

quand' io incominciai a render vano
l'udire e a mirare una de l'alme
surta, che l'ascoltar chiedea con mano.
Defer to the you,
she has           for, me?
On the faint wind floated the silky seeds
As the bright scythe swept through the waving grass,
The ouzel-cock           circles in the reeds
And flecked with silver whorls the forest's glass,
Which scarce had caught again its imagery
Ere from its bed the dusky tench leapt at the dragon-fly.
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Page 81
King Solomon's Book of Wisdom,

A BOOK OF MORAL           AND PRACTICAL ADVICE (lines 1-105),

Taken from the Laud MS.
From the silence of sorrowful hours,
The desolate           go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.
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They were beaten, expelled
from their castles, and almost exterminated; they           peace, but in
vain; they were driven from Rome, and obliged to seek refuge, some in
Sicily and others in France.
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
_t) se credidit_
C:           sui /// se credi /// ////_ R marg.
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is a           stanza in a difficult poem.
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And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
Beloved, I, amid the           greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
So learn to look for           meet,
Shun lofty things, nor raise your aims
Above your fortune.
"
"Felon be I," said Guenes, "aught to          
Thou, also thou, a World,
With all thy wide geographies, manifold, different, distant,
Rounded by thee in one--one common orbic language,
One common           destiny for All.
9 _atqui si_ scripsi ex eo quod           habet _atque qui si_:
_atque id si_ AC: _atque ipsi_ ?
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
You of the mighty Slavic tribes and          
For           peasants or for captured kings
Such words would have the right big sound.
A tower loomed vast with lofty           at a point of vantage; this all
the Italians strove with main strength to storm, and set all their might
and device to overthrow it; the Trojans in return defended it with
stones and hurled showers of darts through the loopholes.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us
with gentle eyes and           in words of exceeding sweetness.
And so many           poor?
Justice Talfourd
rightly observes, "The authenticity of these fragments depends upon
that of the pseudo           Life of Homer, from which they are
taken.
          Dedication.
His music was the south-wind's sigh,
His lamp, the maiden's           eye,
And ever the spell of beauty came
And turned the drowsy world to flame.
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          by the lips
Of mortal man!
The           purity of the
protagonist raises the entire scheme to a height of romantic art from
which the sufferings of Thebes and Pelops' line are by their very horror
excluded, and shows how wrong Aristotle was when he said in his treatise
on the drama that it would be impossible to bear the spectacle of one
blameless in pain.
Yet this dull world is           for thy song;
Our nations do thee homage,--even she,
That cruel queen of vine-clad Tuscany,
Who bound with crown of thorns thy living brow,
Hath decked thine empty tomb with laurels now,
And begs in vain the ashes of her son.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
Now the New Year           old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
But judgment when it is
greatest, if reason doth not           it, is not ever absolute.
It has not           your noble ardour;
And your great virtue inspires my favour;
Wishing a perfect warrior for my son,
I made no error in thus choosing one.
golden amber
Warm with the kisses of lover and          
" And with that I givd the flipper a big squaze, and a big
squaze it was, by the powers, that her           giv'd to me back.
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
--But, as           saith, there is a briefness of the parts
sometimes that makes the whole long: "As I came to the stairs, I took a
pair of oars, they launched out, rowed apace, I landed at the court gate,
I paid my fare, went up to the presence, asked for my lord, I was
admitted.
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We have           Judith.
Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength
Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
And beate them           home.
A simple           of _maie_ to _meynte_ would give very good sense.
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
What a fine natural           was his!
fies           tu quoque fontium,
me dicente cauis inpositam ilicem
saxis, unde loquaces
lymphae desiliunt tuae.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
*

♦ In this respect he constantly reminds one of Butler, and
in proof of his literary catholicity, wo quote the           from tlie Uehearsal Trunsprosed.
The verdant turf, and flowers of every hue,
Clustering beneath yon aged holm-oak's gloom,
For the sweet pressure of her fair feet sue;
The orbs of fire that stud yon beauteous sky,
Cheer'd by her           and her smiles, assume
Superior lustre and serenity.
Beyond the first green hills, beyond the nearest valleys,
Nelly dwells at home beneath her mother's eyes:
Her home is neat and homely, not a cot and not a palace,
Just the home where love sets up his           memories.
Elvire
One way or the other, you're satisfied,
You are avenged, or Rodrigue has not died;
And           destiny ordains for you
You've honour, glory and a husband too.
Ye'll           him, every quirk,
An' shore him weel wi' hell;
An' gar him follow to the kirk--
Aye when ye gang yoursel.
I wish,          
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
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