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And flow as now it flows.
Fool was I to dream
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Over him years had no power; he was not changed, but transfigured;
He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent;
Patience and abnegation of self, and           to others,
This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.
[Sidenote: When in the circus you           the expectant
multitude with a triumphal largess?
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Approaching nearer and yet nearer, now
He fronts the weeping warrior, face to face,
Greets with a brother's love, and stooping low,
His neck           with a fast embrace.
"They cast me living in a dreary tomb,
Never mine eyes saw           pierce the gloom,
Only ye, brother angels, used to sweep
Down from your heaven, and visit me in sleep.
of Ulysses seems
Passing magnificent, and to be known
With ease for his among a           more.
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And if so be it happe thee
That thou thy love ther mayst see,
In siker wyse thou hir salewe, 2525
Wherwith thy colour wol transmewe,
And eke thy blood shal al to-quake,
Thyn hewe eek           for hir sake.
Hesitated so
This side the          
THE           OF THIS VOLUME.
--
Our noonday path over the           foam _505
Was beaconed,--and the glare struck the sun pale,--
By our consuming transports: the fierce light
Made all the shadows of our sails blood-red,
And every countenance blank.
Scarcely has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow saturating the           of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then,           niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
The           Cathleen must not be disturbed.
          in hys
?
Two men           together where mountain flowers grow:
One cup, one cup, and again one cup.
The Kiss


I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a           bird
That cannot reach the south.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen here, O          
O something           and undemonstrable!
They objected to his way of           the services.
Now Earl of          
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
e           good q{uo}d she ?
So Luther thought the           long,
When doomed to say his beads and even-song;
But having cast his cowl, and left those laws,
Adds to Christ's prayer, the Power and Glory clause.
I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he           the Nervii.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti 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           her beauty, and independence of mind.
My Lord, I have seen your           son
Dragged by the horses nourished by his hand.
The Fathers of the City,
They sat all night and day,
For every hour some           come
With tidings of dismay.
In the
evenings they often talked of Margaret--Sherman frankly and carefully,
as though in all anxiety to           her as she was; and Howard with
some enthusiasm: 'She has a religious vocation,' he said once, with a
slight sigh.
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
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The order of God's creatures in
themselves is not only admirable and glorious, but eloquent: then he who
could apprehend the           of things in their truth, and utter his
apprehensions as truly, were the best writer or speaker.
es are
Silent           ?
Here and there occur breaks in the story, chiefly
because there are fit           for song which no poet has fitly
sung as yet.
For great and popular
men feign           to be servants to others to make those slaves to
them.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
Derriere la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il           grouiller les galeux espaliers.
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And yet           was ne'er in any wood,
So wild a denizen, by night or day,
As she whom thus I blame in shade and sun:
Me night's first sleep o'ercomes not, nor the dawn,
For though in mortal coil I tread the earth,
My firm and fond desire is from the stars.
These nymphs, I would           them.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
Nor does this seem far from true, since his
surrender           in a few days' time.
Wherefore again, again, since seeds of things
Exist by nature, nor were wrought with hands
After a fixed pattern of one other,
They needs must flitter to and fro with shapes
In types           to one another.
Thou huntest taverns while she works for life;
But           'tis for her to act,
When thou art out, or naught would be exact.
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.
She kept in time without a beat
As true as church-bell ringers,
Unless she tapped time with her feet,
Or squeezed it with her fingers;
Her clear           notes were sweet
As many a practised singer's.
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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.
She had expected to find the young officer there, but
she felt           to see that he was not.
There is in it a literal spell, not
acting along any logical lines, not attacking the nerves, not terrifying,
not intoxicating, but like a slow,           mist, which blots out the
real world, and leaves us unchilled by any "airs from heaven or blasts from
hell," but in the native air of some middle region.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
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In flint and marble beats a heart,
The kind Earth takes her children's part,
The green lane is the school-boy's friend,
Low leaves his quarrel apprehend,
The fresh ground loves his top and ball,
The air rings jocund to his call,
The           brook invites a leap,
He dives the hollow, climbs the steep.
SPIRITUAL LAWS

The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Quarrying man's           hours,
Builds therewith eternal towers;
Sole and self-commanded works,
Fears not undermining days,
Grows by decays,
And, by the famous might that lurks
In reaction and recoil,
Makes flame to freeze and ice to boil;
Forging, through swart arms of Offence,
The silver seat of Innocence.
"Tell me, was Werther          
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
Yes, all "await the inevitable hour;"
The           journey all one day must tread.
To fair and dance          
Whole rocks on rocks with yron joynd surveie,
And okes with okes           disponed lie.
          o' that, I said.
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And when his pockets, chafing through the case,
Wore it quite out ere others took the place,
Right loath to be of company bereft
He kept the           while a bit was left.
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Such music (as 'tis said)
Before was never made
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator great
His constellations set
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung;
And cast the dark           deep,
And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
The harshness died
Within me, and my heart
Was caught and fluttered like the           heart
Of a brown quail, flying
To the call of her blind sister,
And death, in the spring night.
Cunningham may be right, but the change is unnecessary if
we           Manly's reproof as occasioned by Fitzdottrel's
interruption.
ei misero frater adempte mihi,
ei misero fratri           lumen ademptum,
tecum una tota est nostra sepulta domus,
omnia tecum una perierunt gaudia nostra,
quae tuus in uita dulcis alebat amor.
Cucumber vines grow           about this primeval lingam,

Cracking it almost in two under the weight of the fruit.
their           seem so much to please 'em,
I scarce can find it in my heart to tease 'em.
Explain           my man!
Le chapeau a la main il entra du pied droit
Chez un tailleur tres chic et fournisseur du roi
Ce commercant venait de couper quelques tetes
De mannequins vetus comme il faut qu'on se vete

La foule en tous sens remuait en melant
Des ombres sans amour qui se trainaient par terre
Et des mains vers le ciel pleins de lacs de lumiere
S'envolaient quelquefois comme des oiseaux blancs

Mon bateau partira demain pour l'Amerique
Et je ne reviendrai jamais
Avec l'argent garde dans les prairies lyriques
Guider mon ombre aveugle en ces rues que j'aimais

Car revenir c'est bon pour un soldat des Indes
Les boursiers ont vendu tous mes crachats d'or fin
Mais habille de neuf je veux dormir enfin
Sous des arbres pleins d'oiseaux muets et de singes

Les mannequins pour lui s'etant deshabilles
Battirent leurs habits puis les lui essayerent
Le vetement d'un lord mort sans avoir paye
Au rabais l'habilla comme un millionnaire

Au dehors les annees
Regardaient la vitrine
Les mannequins victimes
Et passaient enchainees

Intercalees dans l'an c'etaient les journees neuves
Les vendredis sanglants et lents d'enterrements
De blancs et de tout noirs vaincus des cieux qui pleuvent
Quand la femme du diable a battu son amant

Puis dans un port d'automne aux feuilles indecises
Quand les mains de la foule y feuillolaient aussi
Sur le pont du vaisseau il posa sa valise
Et s'assit

Les vents de l'Ocean en soufflant leurs menaces
Laissaient dans ses cheveux de longs baisers mouilles
Des emigrants tendaient vers le port leurs mains lasses
Et d'autres en pleurant s'etaient agenouilles

Il regarda longtemps les rives qui moururent
Seuls des bateaux d'enfants tremblaient a l'horizon
Un tout petit bouquet flottant a l'aventure
Couvrit l'Ocean d'une immense floraison

Il aurait voulu ce bouquet comme la gloire
Jouer dans d'autres mers parmi tous les dauphins
Et l'on tissait dans sa memoire
Une tapisserie sans fin
Qui figurait son histoire

Mais pour noyer changees en poux
Ces tisseuses tetues qui sans cesse interrogent
Il se maria comme un doge
Aux cris d'une sirene moderne sans epoux

Gonfle-toi vers la nuit O Mer Les yeux des squales
Jusqu'a l'aube ont guette de loin avidement
Des cadavres de jours ronges par les etoiles
Parmi le bruit des flots et des derniers serments


ROSEMONDE

A Andre Derain

Longtemps au pied du perron de
La maison ou entra la dame
Que j'avais suivie pendant deux
Bonnes heures a Amsterdam
Mes doigts jeterent des baisers

Mais le canal etait desert
Le quai aussi et nul ne vit
Comment mes baisers retrouverent
Celle a qui j'ai donne ma vie
Un jour pendant plus de deux heures

Je la surnommai Rosemonde
Voulant pouvoir me rappeler
Sa bouche fleurie en Hollande
Puis lentement je m'en allai
Pour queter la Rose du Monde


LE BRASIER

A Paul-Napoleon Roinard

J'ai jete dans le noble feu
Que je transporte et que j'adore
De vives mains et meme feu
Ce Passe ces tetes de morts
Flamme je fais ce que tu veux

Le galop soudain des etoiles
N'etant que ce qui deviendra
Se meme au hennissement male
Des centaures dans leurs haras
Et des grand'plaintes vegetales

Ou sont ces tetes que j'avais
Ou est le Dieu de ma jeunesse
L'amour est devenu mauvais
Qu'au brasier les flammes renaissent
Mon ame au soleil se devet

Dans la plaine ont pousse des flammes
Nos coeurs pendent aux citronniers
Les tetes coupees qui m'acclament
Et les astres qui ont saigne
Ne sont que des tetes de femmes

Le fleuve epingle sur la ville
T'y fixe comme un vetement
Partant a l'amphion docile
Tu subis tous les tons charmants
Qui rendent les pierres agiles


Je flambe dans le brasier

Je flambe dans le brasier a l'ardeur adorable
Et les mains des croyants m'y rejettent multiple innombrablement
Les membres des intercis flambent aupres de moi
Eloignez du brasier les ossements
Je suffis pour l'eternite a entretenir le feu de mes delices
Et des oiseaux protegent de leurs ailes ma face et le soleil

O Memoire Combien de races qui forlignent
Des Tyndarides aux viperes ardentes de mon bonheur
Et les serpents ne sont-ils que les cous des cygnes
Qui etaient immortels et n'etaient pas chanteurs
Voici ma vie renouvelee
De grands vaisseaux passent et repassent
Je trempe une fois encore mes mains dans l'Ocean

Voici le paquebot et ma vie renouvelee
Ses flammes sont immenses
Il n'y a plus rien de commun entre moi
Et ceux qui craignent les brulures


Descendant des hauteurs

Descendant des hauteurs ou pense la lumiere
Jardins rouant plus haut que tous les ciels mobiles
L'avenir masque flambe en traversant les cieux

Nous attendons ton bon plaisir o mon amie

J'ose a peine regarder la divine mascarade

Quand bleuira sur l'horizon la Desirade

Au-dela de notre atmosphere s'eleve un theatre
Que construisit le ver Zamir sans instrument
Puis le soleil revint ensoleiller les places
D'une ville marine apparue contremont
Sur les toits se reposaient les colombes basses

Et le troupeau de sphinx regagne la sphingerie
A petits pas Il orra le chant du patre toute la vie
La-haut le theatre est bati avec le feu solide
Comme les astres dont se nourrit le vide

Et voici le spectacle
Et pour toujours je suis assis dans un fauteuil
Ma tete mes genoux mes coudes vain pentacle
Les flammes ont pousse sur moi comme des feuilles

Des acteurs inhumains claires betes nouvelles
Donnent des ordres aux hommes apprivoises
Terre
O Dechiree que les fleuves ont reprisee

J'aimerais mieux nuit et jour dans les sphingeries
Vouloir savoir pour qu'enfin on m'y devorat


RHENANES




Nuit rhenane

Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme
Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier
Qui raconte avoir vu sous la lune sept femmes
Tordre leurs cheveux verts et longs jusqu'a leurs pieds

Debout chantez plus haut en dansant une ronde
Que je n'entende plus le chant du batelier
Et mettez pres de moi toutes les filles blondes
Au regard immobile aux nattes repliees

Le Rhin le Rhin est ivre ou les vignes se mirent
Tout l'or des nuits tombe en tremblant s'y refleter
La voix chante toujours a en rale-mourir
Ces fees aux cheveux verts qui           l'ete

Mon verre s'est brise comme un eclat de rire


Mai

Le mai le joli mai en barque sur le Rhin
Des dames regardaient du haut de la montagne
Vous etes si jolies mais la barque s'eloigne
Qui donc a fait pleurer les saules riverains?
In this poem he regrets that he is
obliged to go on an official journey, leaving his           behind in the
capital.
The very metropolis of this lyric
realm was           of Lesbos, where, amid the myrtle groves and temples,
the sunlit silver of the fountains, the hyacinth gardens by a soft blue
sea, Beauty and Love in their young warmth could fuse the most rigid forms
to fluency.
And the three           Maries, overwhelmed
By this great sorrow, kneeling, praying weeping!
They are well done to, when
Love of a man their beings like a loom
Seizes, and the loose ends of purposes
Into one           desire weaves.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
_Enter_           _and_ FRITZ _in conversation_.
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.
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Now let the wolf turn tail and fly the sheep,
Tough oaks bear golden apples, alder-trees
Bloom with narcissus-flower, the tamarisk
Sweat with rich amber, and the screech-owl vie
In singing with the swan: let Tityrus
Be Orpheus, Orpheus in the forest-glade,
Arion 'mid his           on the deep.
Where, from above, the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run:
And, as it works, th'           bee
Computes its time as well as we.
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Among the shrouds the seamen sit and sing,
And wanton boys on every rope do cling :
Old Neptune springs the tides, and waters lent,
(The Gods           do help the provident)
And where the deep keel on the shallow cleave?
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a           Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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