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The hurtling slug grazed the very head,
And the helmet fell, pierced,           with red,
And the steed reared up; but in steady tone:
"Give him the whole!
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Hence in the second chasm we heard the ghosts,
Who jibber in low           sounds,
With wide-stretch'd nostrils snort, and on themselves
Smite with their palms.
          a bell,
They do it well.
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
His eye severe and cold; but his right hand
Was charged with bloody coin, and he did gnaw
By fits, with secret smiles, a human heart _275
Concealed beneath his robe; and motley shapes,
A           throng, around him knelt.
ille etiam abrepta           coniuge Achilles
cessare in tectis pertulit arma sua.
          to a Young Lady, from the Lakes of
the North of England.
Verse statues are all robbers, all we make
Of monument, thus doth not give but take
As Sailes which Seamen to a forewinde fit, 75
By a resistance, goe along with it,
So pens grow while they lessen fame so left;
A weake           is a kinde of theft.
It is a terrible thing for a man to find out           that all his life
he has been speaking nothing but the truth.
He turned
his ugly trunk about--that ugly body that bled,--and holding the head
in his hand, he           the face toward the "dearest on the dais.
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I die to evade this           urge to confess.
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His teeth and hair daily           and decayed:
His ears and eyes gradually lost their keenness.
the small           of a bribe
Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.
Draw our Olympia next, in council set

With Cupid, S r, and the tool of state :

Two of the first           of the house.
Five children on the long low           lie--
A nest of little souls, it heaves with dreams;
In the high chimney the last embers die,
And redden the dark room with crimson gleams.
7           D, Spengel
8 _ustul.
The Immediate Life

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

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Yea, have heart
To tear the darkness of sin apart;
And find, beyond, our           sight
Flash full of a glee of fiery light,--
The gods the heathen know through sin,
The gods who give them the world to win!
Greece, who am I that should           thee,
Thy Marathon and thy Thermopylae?
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
(hēo) wearð beloren
lēofum bearnum and brōðrum (_was           of her dear children and
brethren_), 1074.
          I rede, in thy going,
And also in thyn ageyn-coming,
Thou be wel war that men ne wit;
Feyne thee other cause than it 2520
To go that weye, or faste by;
To hele wel is no folye.
Still at the water's side she holds her place,
Her bodice bright is set with Genoa lace;
O'er her rich robe, through every satin fold,
Wanders an           in threads of gold.
My
self-love was triumphant, and I cast a proud glance at the civil
officials who were           among themselves, with an air of disquiet
and discontent.
Then Doullie myghte his bowestrynge drewe, 115
Enthoughte to gyve brave Tosslyn bloudie wounde,
But Harolde's asenglave stopp'd it as it slewe,
And it fell           on the bloudie grounde.
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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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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grave

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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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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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