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“This woman's heart and soul and brain | The bee's kiss, now! Are mine as much as this gold chain

Kiss me as if

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entered gay She bids me wear; which” (say again) My heart at some noonday, "I choose to make by cherishing

15 A bud that dares not disallow A precious thing, or choose to fling The claim, so all is rendered up,

60 Over the boat-side, ring by ring. And passively its shattered cup And yet once more say

no word Over your head to sleep I bow. more! Since words are only words. Give o'er!

He sings Unless you call me, all the same,

What are we two? Familiarly by my pet name,

I am a Jew, Which if the Three should hear you call, And carry thee, farther than friends can And me reply to, would proclaim

pursue,

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To a feast of our tribe;
At once our secret to them all.
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Where they need thee to bribe

The devil that blasts them unless he imDo, break down the partition-wall

bibe 'Twixt us, the daylight world beholds Curtained in dusk and splendid folds!

Thy . . . Scatter the vision forever! And What's left but-all of me to take?

now, I am the Three's: prevent them, slake 30

As of old, I am I, thou art thou!

70 Your thirst! 'Tis said, the Arab sage, In practising with gems, can loose

Say again, what we are?

The sprite of a star,
Their subtle spirit in his crucel
And leave but ashes: so, sweet mage,

I lure thee above where the destinies bar Leave them my ashes when thy use

My plumes their full play
Till a ruddier ray

75 Sucks out my soul, thy heritage!

Than my pale one announce there is

withering away He sings

Some ... Scatter the vision forever! And
Past we glide, and past, and past!
What's that poor Agnese doing

As of old, I am I, thou art thou!
Where they make the shutters fast?
Gray Zanobi's just a-wooing

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He muses
To his couch the purchased bride:
Past we glide!

Oh, which were best, to roam or rest?

The land's lap or the water's breast? 80 Past we glide, and past, and past!

To sleep on yellow millet-sheaves, Why's the Pucci Palace flaring

Or swim in lucid shallows just Like a beacon to the blast?

Eluding water-lily leaves,

45 Guests by hundreds, not one caring

An inch from Death's black fingers,

thrust If the dear host's neck were wried:

85 Past we glide!

To lock you, whom release he must;

Which life were best on summer eves? She sings

He speaks, musing The moth's kiss, first!

Lie back; could thought of mine improve Kiss me as if you made believe

50 You were not sure, this

you? eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed

From this shoulder let there spring

A wing; from this, another wing;
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware

Wings, not legs and feet, shall move you! Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.

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With your flesh, but I intend 1 crucible.

They shall deepen to the end,

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Broa der, into burning gold,

Of the staidness and reserve, Till both wings crescent-wise enfold

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And formal lines without a curve, Your perfect self, from 'neath your feet In the same child's playing-face? To o'er your head, where, lo, they meet No two windows look one way

135 As if a million sword-blades hurled

O'er the small sea-water thread Defiance from you to the world!

Below them. Ah, the autumn day

I, passing, saw you overhead! Rescue me thou, the only real!

First, out a cloud of curtain blew, And scare away this mad ideal

Then a sweet cry, and last came you- 140 That came, nor motions to depart! To catch your loryề that must needs Thanks! Now, stay ever as thou art! Escape just then, of all times then,

To peck a tall plant's fleecy seeds,
Still he inuses

And make me happiest of men.
What if the Three should catch at last

I scarce could breathe to see you reach 145 Thy serenader? While there's cast

So far back o'er the balcony

105 Paul's cloak about my head, and fast

To catch him ere he climbed too high

Above you in the Smyrna peach,
Gian pinions me, Himself has passed
His stylet' through my back; I reel;

That quick the round smooth cord of And . .. is it thou I feel?

gold,

This coiled hair on your head, unrolled, 150 They trail me, these three godless knaves,

Fell down you like a gorgeous snake Past every church that saints and saves,

The Roman girls were wont, of old, Nor stop till, where the cold sea raves

When Rome there was, for coolness' sake By Lido's wet accursed graves,

To let lie curling o'er their bosoms.

155 They scoop mine, roll me to its brink,

Dear lory, may his beak retain And

Ever its delicate rose stain .. on thy breast I sink!

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As if the wounded lotus-blossoms
She replies, musing

Had marked their thief to know again! Dip your arm o'er the boat-side, elbow- Stay longer yet, for others' sake deep,

Than mine! What should your chamber do? As I do: thus: were death so unlike sleep, With all its rarities that ache IÓI Caught this way? Death's to fear from

In silence while day lasts, but wake flame or steel,

At night-time and their life renew, Or poison doubtless; but from water- Suspended just to pleasure you 164 feel!

Who brought against their will together Go find the bottom! Would you stay me? | These objects, and, while day lasts, weave There!

Around them such a magic tether Now pluck a great blade of that ribbon

That dumb they look: your harp, believe, grass

With all the sensitive tight strings To plait in where the foolish jewel was, Which dare not speak, now to itself 170 I flung away: since you have praised my Breathes slumberously, as if some elf hair,

Went in and out the chords, his wings 'Tis proper to be choice in what I wear. Make murmur wheresoe'er they graze,

As an angel may, between the maze
He speaks

Of midnight palace-pillars, on 175
Row home? must we row home? Too surely And on, to sow God's plagues, have gone
Know I where its front's demurely 126 Through guilty glorious Babylon.
Over the Giudecca piled;

And while such murmurs flow, the nymph Window just with window mating, Bends o'er the harp-top from her shell Door on door exactly waiting,

As the dry limpet for the lymph3 All's the set face of a child:

Come with a tune he knows so well.

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And how your pictures must descend

He speaks To see each other, friend with friend!

It was ordained to be so, sweet !—and Oh, could you take them by surprise, 185

best You'd find Schidone's eager Duke

Comes now, beneath thine eyes, upon thy Doing the quaintest courtesies

breast. To that prim saint by Haste-thee-Luke!

Still kiss me! Care not for the cowards! And, deeper into her rock den,

Care Bold Castelfranco's Magdalen

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Only to put aside thy beauteous hair You'd find retreated from the ken

My blood will hurt! The Three, I do not Of that robed counsel-keeping Ser? As if the Tizian thinks of her,

To death, because they never lived: And is not, rather, gravely bent

but I

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Have lived indeed, and so—(yet one more Are these, his progeny invent,

kiss)--can die!
What litter now the board employs
Whereon he signed a document
That got him murdered! Each enjoys

A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL Its night so well, you cannot break

SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNThe sport up, so, indeed must make

ING IN EUROPE More stay with me, for others' sake.

Let us begin and carry up this corpse, She speaks

Singing together. To-morrow, if a harp-string, say,

Leave we the common crofts,' the vulgar

thorpes 2 Is used to tie the jasmine back

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Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, 5 Contrive your Zorzi somehow meets

Cared-for till cock-crow:
My Zanze! If the ribbon's black,
The Three are watching: keep away!

Look out if yonder be not day again

Rimming the rock-row!

That's the appropriate country; there, Your gondola-let Zorzi wreathe

men's thought, A mesh of water-weeds about

Rarer, intenser, Its prow, as if he unaware

, Had struck some quay or bridge-foot stair! Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought,

Chafes in the censer. That I may throw a paper out

Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and you and he go underneath.

crop; There's Zanze's vigilant taper; safe are

Seek we sepulture
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Crowded with culture!
Only one minute more to-night with me?
Resume your past self of a month ago!

All the peaks soar, but one the rest excels;

Clouds overcome 3 it;
Be you the bashful gallant, I will be
The lady with the colder breast than snow.

No! yonder sparkle is the citadel's Now bow you, as becomes, nor touch my

Circling its summit. hand

Thither our path lies; wind we up the More than I touch yours when I step to

heights; land,

Wait ye the warning? And say, "All thanks, Siora!"

Our low life was the level's and the night's;

He's for the morning.

Heart to heart And lips to lips! Yet once more, ere we

Step to a tune, square chests, erect each head,

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'Ware the beholders! Clasp me and make me thine, as mine thou art!

This is our master, famous, calm and dead,

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Sleep, crop and herd! sleep, darkling When he had gathered all books had to thorpe and croft,

give! Safe from the weather!

30 Sooner, he spurned it. He, whom we convoy to his grave aloft, Image the whole, then execute the partsSinging together,

Fancy the fabric

70 He was a man born with thy face and Quite, ere you build, ere steel strike fire throat,

from quartz Lyric Apollo!

Ere mortar dab brick! Long he lived nameless: how should Spring take note

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(Here's the town-gate reached: there's the Winter would follow?

market-place Till lo, the little touch, and youth was gone! Gaping before us.) Cramped and diminished,

Yea, this in him was the peculiar grace 75 Moaned he, “New measures, other feet (Hearten our chorus!) anon!

That before living he'd learn how to My dance is finished"?

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liveNo, that's the world's way: (keep the No end to learning: mountain-side,

Earn the means first-God surely will Make for the city!)

contrive He knew the signal, and stepped on with

Use for our earning.

So pride

Others mistrust and say, "But time Over men's pity;

escapes: Left play for work, and grappled with Live now or never!" the world

45 He said, “What's time? Leave Now for Bent on escaping:

dogs and apes! "What's in the scroll,” quoth he, “thou Man has Forever.” keepest furled?

Back to his book then: deeper drooped Show me their shaping,

his head:

85 Theirs who most studied man, the bard Calculus ! racked him:

Leaden before, his eyes grew dross of Give!”—So, he gowned him, 50

lead: Straight got by heart that book to its Tussis a attacked him.

“Now, master, take a little rest!”—not Learned, we found him.

he! Yea, but we found him bald too, eyes (Caution redoubled, like lead,

Step two abreast, the way winds narAccents uncertain:

rowly!) “Time to taste life,” another would have Not a whit troubled, said,

55 Back to his studies, fresher than at first, "Up with the curtain!"

Fierce as a dragon This man said rather, “Actual life comes He (soul-hydroptic 3 'with sacred next?

thirst)

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Sucked at the flagon. Grant I have mastered learning's crabbed Oh, if we draw a circle premature, text,

Heedless of far gain, Still there's the comment.

Greedy for quick returns of profit, sure Let me know all! Prate not of most or Bad is our bargain! least,

Was it not great? did not he throw on Painful or easy!

God, Even to the crumbs I'd fain eat up the (He loves the burthen) feast,

God's task to make the heavenly period Ay, nor feel queasy."

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Did not he magnify the mind, show Lofty designs must close in like effects: 145 clear

105 Loftily lying, Just what it all meant?

Leave him-still loftier than the world He would not discount life, as fools do

suspects,
here,

Living and dying.
Paid by instalment.
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THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB "Wilt thou trust death or not?” He AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH

answered “Yes! Hence with life's pale lure!”

ROME, 15That low man seeks a little thing to do, Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Sees it and does it:

Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping This high man, with a great thing to pur

back? sue,

115 Nephews-sons mine ... ah God, I know Dies ere he knows it.

not! WellThat low man goes on adding one to She, men would have to be your mother one,

once, His hundred's soon hit:

Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was! This high man, aiming at a million, What's done is done, and she is dead be. Misses an unit.

side, That, has the world here-should he need Dead long ago, and I am Bishop since, the next,

And as she died so must we die ourselves, Let the world mind him!

And thence ye may perceive the world's This, throws himself on God, and un- a dream. perplexed

Life, how and what is it? As here I lie 10 Seeking shall find him.

In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, So, with the throttling hands of death Hours and long hours in the dead night, at strife,

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I ask Ground he at grammar;

“Do I live, am I dead?” Peace, peace Still, through the rattle, parts of speech

seems all. were rife:

Saint Praxed's ever was the church for While he could stammer

peace; He settled Hoti's business-let it be!- And so, about this tomb of mine. I Properly based Oun130 fought

15 Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, With tooth and nail to save my niche,

Dead from the waist down.
Well, here's the platform, here's the proper

-old Gandolf cozened me, despite my place:

care; Hail to your purlieus,

Shrewd was that snatch from out the All ye highfliers of the feathered race, 135 corner South Swallows and curlews!

He graced his carrion with, God curse the Here's the top-peak; the multitude below same! Live, for they can, there:

Yet still my niche is not so cramped but This man decided not to Live but Know

thence Bury this man there?

140 One sees the pulpit o' the epistle-side, Here-here's his place, where meteors And somewhat of the choir, those silent shoot, clouds form,

seats, Lightnings are loosened,

And up into the aëry dome where live Stars come and go! Let joy break with The angels, and a sunbeam's sure to lurk: the storm,

And I shall fill my slab of basalt there, 25 Peace let the dew send!

And 'neath my tabernacle take my rest, paralyzed.

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