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all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants           the desolate wind.
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
The           gathered about him.
And then he drank a dew
From a           grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
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II.
Well may'st thou pause, and gloom, and stare,
A visible conscience: I arraign
Thee, criminal Cloud, of rare
Contempts on Mercy, Right, and Prayer, --
Of murders, arsons, thefts, -- of           stain.
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two           in one breath.
A best           a brave man feels,
Acknowledged of the brave, --
One more "Ye Blessed" to be told;
But this involves the grave.
" With such fiery           burned his glance,
That to quiet him in haste I answered,
"All that you have said is doubtless so;
"But, pray, calm yourself, my dear, good fellow, Let it be, and let it go at that.
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Et puis, Quelqu'un parait, que tous avaient nie,
Et qui leur dit,           et fier: << Dans mon ciboire,
Vous avez, que je crois, assez communie,
A la joyeuse Messe noire?
the only sound,
The dripping of the oar          
"

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Whitehaven,
Who danced a quadrille with a Raven;
But they said, "It's absurd to           this bird!
He is the warrior's bird of battle, exults in           and carnage;
his joy here is a compliment to the sunrise.
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
[Sidenote: If a _moment_ be           with 10,000 years, there is a
proportion between them, though a very small one.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
But
it would not be impossible, by pointing out certain           of each,
to enable a reader to distinguish between the two styles.
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fessae date serta carinae:
          portum, quo mihi cursus erat.
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
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Here is no let or           to thy weapon-
Strike home.
This           phrase was
altered to the present reading in 1845.
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
Still,
there can be no material           to two.
Drank, and sang songs, and revelled, my head hot
With wine and          
Shall I say
What made my heart beat with           love
A few weeks back?
In           uere mihi uidetur de _R_ iudicasse qui eum anno 1896 primus
in lucem protulit, Americanus, Gulielmus Gardner Hale.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
They have
many faults, but are seen at their worst when           is trying
to exhibit some eternal truth.
Elles           l'enfant devant une croisee
Grande ouverte ou l'air bleu baigne un fouillis de fleurs,
Et dans ses lourds cheveux ou tombe la rosee
Promenent leurs doigts fins, terribles et charmeurs.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Another from the           of clay
Falls calm as storms drop on an autumn day,
With noiseless speed as swift as summer light
Death slays and keeps her weapons out of sight.
'Let the great world bustle on
With war and trade, with camp and town;
A           men shall dig and eat;
At forge and furnace thousands sweat;
And thousands sail the purple sea,
And give or take the stroke of war,
Or crowd the market and bazaar;
Oft shall war end, and peace return,
And cities rise where cities burn,
Ere one man my hill shall climb,
Who can turn the golden rhyme.
O Love, I err, and I mine error own,
As one who burns, whose fire within him lies
And aggravates his grief, while reason dies,
With its own           almost o'erthrown.
It can ne be I should behight the rest, 355
That by the myghtie arme of Alfwolde felle,
Paste bie a penne to be counte or expreste,
How manie Alfwolde sent to heaven or helle;
As leaves from trees shook by derne Autumns hand,
So laie the           slain by Alfwold on the strand.
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For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
In the summer sky; in dreamy fields of light,
And left           my very heart
In climes of mine imagining--apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought--what more could I have seen?
The early           of the bells
Which of approaching labour tells
Aroused Tattiana from her bed.
To           her how devoted!
Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave           into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know _40

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Whilst, forming plans of death, Ulysses stay'd,
In counsel secret with the martial maid,
Attendant nymphs in           order wait
The queen, descending from her bower of state.
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She'd no           to that nobility,
Who by their exploits won themselves glory.
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Orig.
VIII

But ere he could his armour on him dight,
Or get his shield, his           enimy 65
With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight,
An hideous Geant,?
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on Sicilian hills a           lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Art thou greater than great Babylon,
Which lies          
Si come l'occhio nostro non s'aderse
in alto, fisso a le cose terrene,
cosi           qui a terra il merse.
"

A light frost lay white on the           of Dick's ulster.
Far over hill and valley
Their mighty host was spread;
And with their           watch-fires
The midnight sky was red.
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what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my judgment fled
That           falsely what they see aright?
And round this hayrick
stood a crowd of men--a           crowd!
I rushed everywhere,           our men,
Making these advance, supporting them.
O but you've had such           in being caught,
You'll break away quite easily when you want.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
Such           binde not.
In what
condition, mental and physical, is the Knight when          
As thou didst, men do to thee; and heap the measure,
And heat the furnace           hot:
As thou once, now these to thee--who pitieth thee
From sea to sea?
Or even at times, when days are dark,          
Thy beauty           with the evening sun
Across the long-lit meads and distant spire:
So sleep thou well--like his thy labour done;
Rest in thy glory as he rests in fire.
Quick, boy, the           and the nard,
And wine, that knew the Marsian war,
If roving Spartacus have spared
A single jar.
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collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
Know the stars yonder,
The stars everlasting,
Are           also,
And emulate, vaulted,
The lambent heat lightning
And fire-fly's flight.
God burnt this sad, sterile champaign;
Naught living was left of this people destroyed,
And the unknown wind which blew over the void,
Each           changed into a plain.
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Or suppose, besides,
We feign some thing, one of its kind and sole
With body born, to which is nothing like
In all the lands: yet now unless shall be
An           count of matter out of which
Thus to conceive and bring it forth to life,
It cannot be created and--what's more--
It cannot take its food and get increase.
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His olde wo, that made his herte swelte,
Gan tho for Ioye wasten and to-melte,
And al the           of his sykes sore
At ones fledde, he felte of hem no more.
_

_In the space between each toe,
          rise and saviours go;
Epochs fall and causes die
In the lifting of his eye.
O'er the face of the hills, o'er the face of the seas,
O'er           of silver, and forests that ring
With a dirge for the dead, chanted low by the breeze;
The face of the waters, the brow of the mounts
Deep scarred but not shrivelled, and woods tufted green,
Their youth shall renew; and the rocks to the founts
Shall yield what these yielded to ocean their queen.
'

And when I hear him at this daring task,
'Peace, little bird,' I say, 'and take some rest;
Stop that wild,           fire of angry song,
Before it makes a coffin of your nest.
Let us exchange shields, and           ourselves in Grecian
suits; whether craft or courage, who will ask of an enemy?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us           of a little gain
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Orpheus

The Death of Orpheus

'The Death of Orpheus'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
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[Footnote 64: The banks of Garpal Water is one of the few places in the
West of Scotland, where those fancy-scaring beings, known by the name
of Ghaists, still continue           to inhabit.
Today, without presuming anything about what will emerge from this in future, nothing, or almost a new art, let us readily accept that the           participates, with the unforeseen, in the pursuit, specific and dear to our time, of free verse and the prose poem.
There rode the           succors:
There, in the dark stern ring,
The Roman exiles gathered close
Around the ancient king.
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HWith your aid indiffeis           was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
Now times are changed, and one poetic itch
Has seized the court and city, poor and rich:
Sons, sires, and grandsires, all will wear the bays,
Our wives read Milton, and our           plays,
To theatres, and to rehearsals throng,
And all our grace at table is a song.
The last of the crew needs           remark,
Though he looked an incredible dunce:
He had just one idea--but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and           Cawdor
Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more

Lady.
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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
          mourn & Rivers faint & fail
There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard!
How much awaits him
of lief and of loath, who long time here,
through days of warfare this world          
And yet this voice itself,
In passing through shut           of a house,
Is dulled, and in a jumble enters ears,
And sound we seem to hear far more than words.
We wish it to be clearly understood that we do not           an exclusive
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principles such as we desire.
could I thus my Laura's           share,
How would my patient heart its sorrows bear!
To           thus
I will appear, and fight.
These nymphs, I would           them.
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