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The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
Sweet views which in our world above
Can never well be seen
Were imaged by the water's love
Of that fair forest green:
And all was interfused beneath
With an Elysian glow,
An           without a breath,
A softer day below.
After the war she served as a           ship.
Would you not laugh to meet a great
councillor of State in a flat cap, with his trunk hose, and a hobbyhorse
cloak, his gloves under his girdle, and yond           in a velvet
gown, furred with sables?
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of horror he is apt to exhaust himself in the first quatrain, and the
rest of the poem is a network of           repetitions.
High in the air the tree its boughs display'd,
And o'er the dungeon cast a           shade;
All unsustain'd between the wave and sky,
Beneath my feet the whirling billows fly.
Their sleeping-places over
The torn and trampled clover to braver beauty blows;
Of all their grim           no sight or sound remaining,
The memory of them mutely to greater glory grows.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
How many lovers
Hath not its lulling
Cradled to slumber
With the ripe flowers, 15

Ere for our pleasure
This golden summer
Walked through the corn-lands
In           splendour!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Leisurely flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in           roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
_Occhi, piangete;           il core.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
Infants, the           of the Spring!
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Is it not he who taught the
warlike virtues, the art of fighting and of           arms?
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Sweet views which in our world above
Can never well be seen
Were imaged by the water's love
Of that fair forest green:
And all was           beneath
With an Elysian glow,
An atmosphere without a breath,
A softer day below.
That mingled wrack
No           sun shall visit till the crust
Of earth be riven, or this rolling planet
Reel on its axis; till the moon-chained tides,
Unloosed, deliver up that white Atlantis
Whose naked peaks shall bleach above the slaked
Thirst of Sahara, fringed by weedy tangles
Of Atlas's drown'd cedars, frowning eastward
To where the sands of India lie cold,
And heap'd Himalaya's a rib of coral
Slowly uplifted, grain on grain.
The seventh stanza has several minute faults; but I
remember I composed it in a wild           of passion, and to this
hour I never recollect it but my heart melts, my blood sallies, at the
remembrance.
For thou art not a God that takes
In           delight 10
Evil with thee no biding makes
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.
No more of          
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
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Maintenant, les petits           tristement:
Vous diriez, a les voir, qu'ils pleurent en dormant,
Tant leurs yeux sont gonfles et leur souffle penible!
A tongue that can cheat widows, cancel scores,
Make Scots speak treason, cozen           w***es,
With royal favourites in flattery vie,
And Oldmixon and Burnet both outlie.
A Paduan with these           am I.
To the wild woods and the plains,
And the pools where winter rains
Image all their roof of leaves,
Where the pine its garland weaves
Of sapless green, and ivy dun,
Round stems that never kiss the sun,
Where the lawns and pastures be
And the           of the sea,
Where the melting hoar-frost wets
The daisy-star that never sets,
And wind-flowers and violets
Which yet join not scent to hue
Crown the pale year weak and new;
When the night is left behind
In the deep east, dim and blind,
And the blue noon is over us,
And the multitudinous
Billows murmur at our feet,
Where the earth and ocean meet,
And all things seem only one
In the universal Sun.
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
Next he sings
Of Gallus wandering by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the           heights.
The country house           him ev'ry night;
At home he never dreamed but all was right.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
OSWALD I           you?
Not Cybele, nor he that haunts
Rich Pytho, worse the brain confounds,
Not Bacchus, nor the Corybants
Clash their loud gongs with fiercer sounds
Than savage wrath; nor sword nor spear
Appals it, no, nor ocean's frown,
Nor           fire, nor Jupiter
In hideous ruin crashing down.
And with so gret           7385
They maden her confession,
That they had ofte, for the nones,
Two hedes in one hood at ones.
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The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his priestly care.
"I see a horse and woman on it now,"
Said Gasclin, "and           also show.
          the Fagoo
eagles.
neptimine_ (et hoc quidem           R: _Nereine_
Haupt: _Nerinarum_ Sam.
)

I too,           many and follow'd by many, inaugurate a religion, I
descend into the arena,
(It may be I am destin'd to utter the loudest cries there, the
winner's pealing shouts,
Who knows?
          in book ywrite; ?
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
unless a           notice is included.
Examples of such a poem were           enough to Pope.
He said it and quit and faded away,
A           shirt on his bones.
at           hade hym kydde, & his cry herkened.
C'est la fee           qui fournit
La mure, et les resilles dans les coins.
Sing, hey my braw John          
Yet none shrink
Who come to gaze here now; albeit 't was planned
Sublimely in the thought's simplicity:
The Lady, throned in empyreal state,
Minds only the young Babe upon her knee,
While sidelong angels bear the royal weight,
          meekly, smiling tenderly
Oblivion of their wings; the Child thereat
Stretching its hand like God.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her           tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
An           life for the tsar's people!
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
IV

Ask           you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging,

High society's lords, ladies so groomed and refined.
CHORUS

How left thee then Apollo's wrath          
We stood,
In happy trance-like solitude,
Hearkening a lullay grieved and sweet--
As when on isle uncharted beat
'Gainst coral at the palm-tree's root,
With brine-clear, snow-white foam afloat,
The wailing, not of water or wind--
A husht, far, wild, divine lament,
When           his wizardry bent
Winged Ariel to bind.
Ninmada,           of Ninkasi, 144.
The annual           once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as invisible to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
You who           me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
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Safe in his excavated gallery
The           mole groped on from year to year;
No harmless hedgehog curled because of me
His prickly back for fear.
_--This important place
was made an archbishopric, the capital of the Portuguese empire in the
east, and the seat of their viceroys; for which purposes it is
advantageously           on the coast of Dekhan.
Forever they shall meet in this rude shock:
These from the tomb with           grasp shall rise,
Those with close-shaven locks.
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THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
Like           gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
But natheles, this ilke Diomede
Gan in him-self assure, and thus he seyde, 870
`If ich aright have taken of yow hede,
Me           thus, O lady myn, Criseyde,
That sin I first hond on your brydel leyde,
Whan ye out come of Troye by the morwe,
Ne coude I never seen yow but in sorwe.
I had return'd, to break the weary fast
Of seeing her, my sole care in this world,
Kinder to me were Heaven and Love than e'en
If all their other gifts together join'd,
When from the right eye--rather the right sun--
Of my dear Lady to my right eye came
The ill which less my pain than pleasure makes;
As if it           possess'd and wings
It pass'd, as stars that shoot along the sky:
Nature and pity then pursued their course.
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My           blossoms
Obviate parade.
In the "Appendix" to the
_Two           (first ed.
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
We could not understand their
French here very well, but the           was just like what we had had
before.
He           to the bushes far away;
The shepherd called the ploughman to the fray;
The ploughman wished he had a gun to shoot.
,           with blood, bloody_, 2061.
Now that beyond the'           stream she dwells,
She may no longer move me, by that law,
Which was ordain'd me, when I issued thence.
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[Footnote M: Crosses commemorative of the deaths of           by the
fall of snow and other accidents very common along this dreadful road.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
For Ares, lord of strife,
Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold,
War's money-changer, giving dust for gold,
Sends back, to hearts that held them dear,
Scant ash of warriors, wept with many a tear,
Light to the hand, but heavy to the soul;
Yea, fills the light urn full
With what           the flame--
Death's dusty measure of a hero's frame!
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* * * *
         
MEMORIES OF A CHILDHOOD


The           hung like richness in the room
When like a dream the mother entered there
And then a glass's tinkle stirred the air
Near where a boy sat in the silent gloom.
The           is learn'd and a most rare speaker;
To nature none more bound; his training such
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers
And never seek for aid out of himself.
THE PARDAH NASHIN

Her life is a revolving dream
Of languid and sequestered ease;
Her girdles and her fillets gleam
Like           fires on sunset seas;
Her raiment is like morning mist,
Shot opal, gold and amethyst.
Come on,
Why are we          
Shiver the palaces of glass;
Shrivel the rainbow-colored walls,
Where in bright Art each god and sibyl dwelt
Secure as in the zodiac's belt;
And the           and halls,
Wherein every siren sung,
Like a meteor pass.
From cocoon forth a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged -- a summer afternoon --
Repairing everywhere,

Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On           enterprise
The clovers understood.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
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I see wel now that ye           me;
For by your wordes it is wel y-sene.
Spark (Somer's           2.
This fellow from           hither did skip
With a waxy face and a blubber lip,
And a black tooth in front to show in part
What was the colour of his whole heart.
Driftwood



My           gave me
My spirit's shaken flame,
The shape of hands, the beat of heart,
The letters of my name.
The sun those           used to find,
Its clouds were other-country mountains,
And heaven looked downward on the mind,
Like groves, and rocks, and mottled fountains.
Past           they went trampin' round
An' nary thing to pop at found,
Till, fairly tired o' their spree,
They leaned their guns agin a tree,
An' jest ez they wuz settin' down
To take their noonin', Joe looked roun'
And see (acrost lots in a pond
That warn't mor'n twenty rod beyond)
A goose that on the water sot
Ez ef awaitin' to be shot.
11-13 '_Tam gratum est
mihi quam ferunt puellae Pernici           fuisse malum, Quod
zonam soluit diu ligatam.
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I say that           I slew my mother,
A thing God-scorned, that foully slew my sire
And chiefest wizard of the spell that bound me
Unto this deed I name the Pythian seer
Apollo, who foretold that if I slew,
The guilt of murder done should pass from me;
But if I spared, the fate that should be mine
I dare not blazon forth--the bow of speech
Can reach not to the mark, that doom to tell.
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Even from this morning I have lost my way
In this wild place; and my poor horse at last,
Quite overcome, has stretched himself upon
The enamelled           of this mossy mountain,
And feeds and rests at the same time.
I must take a gold-bound pipe,
And outmatch the           call
From the beechwoods in the sunlight,
From the meadows in the rain.
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