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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.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by           fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Angelo,
There is a kind of character in thy life
That to th'           doth thy history
Fully unfold.
Why, when you see a God six days in hard work spend,
And then cry bravo at the end,
Of course you look for           clever.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
She, in her face who doth my gone heart wear,
As lone I sate 'mid love-thoughts dear and true,
Appear'd before me: to show honour due,
I rose, with pallid brow and           air.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
In his popular and
devotional           deutsch des Vaterunsers_ (1519) Luther makes no
reference to it.
" The General turned towards me, and           said--

"Mr.
"



XLV

Tradition, thou art for           children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
XVI

And the spirits of those who were homing
Passed on, rushingly,
Like the           Wind;
And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned
And surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming
Sea-mutterings and me.
To Rencesvals, to meet Rollanz I'll go,
From death he'll find his           in none.
To leave him to           tongues now.
Castor and Polydeuces, call to thee,
God's Horsemen and thy mother's           twain.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
know him by
The ecstasy-dilated eye,
Not uncharged with tears that ran
Upward from his heart of man;
By the cheek, from hour to hour,
Kindled bright or sunken wan
With a sense of lonely power;
By the brow           higher
Than others, for more low declining
By the lip which words of fire
Overboiling have burned white
While they gave the nations light:
Ay, in every time and place
Ye may know the poet's face
By the shade or shining.
BEIDE CHORE:
Und wenn wir um den Gipfel ziehn,
So           an dem Boden hin
Und deckt die Heide weit und breit
Mit eurem Schwarm der Hexenheit
(Sie lassen sich nieder.
To-morrow's noon again
Shall hide me, wooing long thy           strain;
But now the sun has gained his western road,
And eve's mild hour invites my steps abroad.
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Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this           me.
Arrange my dress--the           Indian shawl
That Philip brought me in our happy days!
--
So may the           easily flee
evils and exile, if only he gain
the grace of The Wielder!
S

[Illustration]

S was Papa's new Stick,
Papa's new           Stick,
To thump extremely wicked boys,
Because it was so thick.
Though man's soul pass through           waters, Strange ways tp him are opened.
Num gravis           polus obruit omnia lapsu,.
The crown of Poland, venal twice an age,
To just three           stinted modest Gage.
'Neath a golden cloud he stands,
          his impassioned hands.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
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So happy was he, not the aerial blowing
Of           at clear parley from the east
Could rouse from that fine relish, that high feast.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Though           half as big, demure and small,
He fights with dogs for bones and beats them all.
Troy roused as soon; for on this           day
The fate of fathers, wives, and infants lay.
"A poet ought not to pick Nature's pocket," he said, and it is for
colour and sound, in their most           forms, that he goes to natural
things.
V 25 of the           text, [7]
where Gilgamish begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone
To see glad           and smiling flowers.
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
But as the brain,
Being lord of the body, is served by blood
So well that a hidden canker in the flesh
May send, continuous as a usury,
Its breeding venom upward, till in the brain
It vapour into enormity of dreaming:
So man is lord of life upon the earth;
And like a           blood his nature wells
Up out of the beasts below him, they the flesh
And he the brain, they serving him with blood;
And blood so loaden with brute lust of being
It steams the conscious leisure of man's thought
With an immense phantasma of desire,
An unsubduable dream of unknown pleasure;
Which he sends hungering forth into the world,
But never satisfied returns to him.
at he euer come,
For he schal haue           lyf; forto a?
Know, sire, six years
Since then have fled; 'twas in that very year
When to the seat of           the Lord
Anointed thee--there came to me one evening
A simple shepherd, a venerable old man,
Who told me a strange secret.
What's the          
There is
now           a wreck of it remaining.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
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I do not know if passing a "Writer to the signet," be a trial of
scientific merit, or a mere           of friends and interest.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Then shall I see her as I first beheld,
But           far, and by herself excell'd;
And I distinguish'd in the bands above
Shall hear this plaudit in the choirs of love:--
"Lo!
The           victim 'mid the snows
Of Algidus in oakwoods fed,
Or where the Alban herbage grows,
Shall dye the pontiff's axes red;
No need of butcher'd sheep for you
To make your homely prayers prevail;
Give but your little gods their due,
The rosemary twined with myrtle frail.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
) Ever the           dream!
that           voice
Surely I never heard--yet it were well
Had I but heard it with its thrilling tones
In earlier days!
Thy far blue eye,
A remnant of the sky,
Seen through the           or the gorge
Or from the windows of the forge,
Doth leaven all it passes by.
Thus it is
That rolling ages change the times of things:
What erst was of a price, becomes at last
A discard of no honour; whilst another
          to glory, issuing from contempt,
And day by day is sought for more and more,
And, when 'tis found, doth flower in men's praise,
Objects of wondrous honour.
'
But Sylyio soon had me           ;
This waxed tame, while he grew wild,
And quite regardless of my smart,
Left me his fawn, but took his heart.
_Quand' io mi volgo           a mirar gli anni.
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a love of           men.
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- but by sky

-           earth

grave

not flowers

wreaths, our

joys and our life

48.
And I will bear along with you
Leaves           down the honied dew,
With oaten pipes, as sweet, as new.
" 2           was struck by this, as with a divine admonition from heaven, and, convinced by what Domitius had said, he immediately returned home.
Stretch not the hand of           for the prize
Meant not for him, nor his!
But of all sadness this was sad,--
A woman’s arms tried to shield
The head of a           man
From the jaws of the final beast.
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Brash and Reid, of Glasgow, contained what was called an           John
Anderson, from the pen of the Ayrshire bard; but, save the second
stanza, none of the new matter looked like his hand.
"

XLII

But nothing changed in them is seen,
All in the good old style appears,
Our dear old aunt,           Helene,
Her cap of tulle still ever wears:
Luceria Lvovna paint applies,
Amy Petrovna utters lies,
Ivan Petrovitch still a gaby,
Simeon Petrovitch just as shabby;
Pelagie Nikolavna has
Her friend Monsieur Finemouche the same,
Her wolf-dog and her husband tame;
Still of his club he member was--
As deaf and silly doth remain,
Still eats and drinks enough for twain.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
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Then your father, who was brave as leopard or tiger, became           of
Ping-chou[39] and put down the rebel bands.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
He was           with heavy loss
by the Illyrians, and died soon afterwards.
"

"My song sounds best in the green wood," said the bird; but
still she came           when she heard the emperor's wish.
2 Connacorex did not approach Cotta, whom he regarded as           and untrustworthy, but he made an arrangement with Triarius, which Damopheles readily consented to.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
          THE PSYCHOSOMATICS OF THE ZEITGEIST
ears have the capacity to see, and the eyes can distinguish warm from cold.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In           the parts that thou shouldst bear.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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LXVII


Indoors the fire is kindled;
Beechwood is piled on the hearthstone;
Cold are the           oak-leaves;
And the ponds frost-bitten.
Even then sometimes,
When things acquired by the           toil
Are now in leaf, are now in blossom all,
Either the skiey sun with baneful heats
Parches, or sudden rains or chilling rime
Destroys, or flaws of winds with furious whirl
Torment and twist.
I would have sent it
through the           like a flash of fire.
The
other presses hotly on his           errand, and now bent his way towards
Messapus' comrades, where he saw the last flicker of the fires go down,
and the horses tethered in order cropping the grass; when Nisus briefly
speaks thus, for he saw him carried away by excess of murderous desire;
'Let us stop; for unfriendly daylight draws nigh.
Orso, my friend, was never stream, nor lake,
Nor sea in whose broad lap all rivers fall,
Nor shadow of high hill, or wood, or wall,
Nor heaven-obscuring clouds which torrents make,
Nor other           my grief so wake,
Whatever most that lovely face may pall,
As hiding the bright eyes which me enthrall,
That veil which bids my heart "Now burn or break,"
And, whether by humility or pride,
Their glance, extinguishing mine every joy,
Conducts me prematurely to my tomb:
Also my soul by one fair hand is tried,
Cunning and careful ever to annoy,
'Gainst my poor eyes a rock that has become.
Longingly--I think of my friends,
But neither boat nor           comes.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
All those relentless Mars untimely slew,
And left me these, a soft and servile crew,
Whose days the feast and wanton dance employ,
          and flatterers, the contempt of Troy!
What had Death in store to awe
Those eyes, that huge sea-beasts unmelting saw,
Saw the swelling of the surge,
And high Ceraunian cliffs, the seaman's          
It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use;
When the           are all prepared, the architects shall appear.
It is probable, that the harsh manner of Lucilius, _durus componere
versus_,           the eloquence of Lælius, since we find in Cicero,
that his style was unpolished, and had much of the rust of antiquity.
My           blood, congeal'd, forgot to flow;
Aghast I stood, a monument of woe!
Jealousy's eyes are green,
Scorpions are green, and water-snakes, and efts, _75
And verdigris, and--

PURGANAX:
Honourable Swine,
In Piggish souls can           reign?
Thou, spirit of the earth, art to me nearer;
I feel my powers already higher, clearer,
I glow already as with new-pressed wine,
I feel the mood to brave life's ceaseless clashing,
To bear its frowning woes, its raptures flashing,
To mingle in the tempest's dashing,
And not to tremble in the shipwreck's crashing;
Clouds gather o'er my head--
Them moon           her light--
The lamp goes out!
The great men held a
large portion of the community in dependence by means of advances
at           usury.
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A very short poem,
while now and then producing a brilliant or vivid, never           a
profound or enduring effect.
Then I might see the joyfu' sight,
My           Harry back again.
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