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• The city's steeple-towers remove away
• Each singly; as each vain infatuate faith
• Leaves God in heaven and passes. A mere breath
• Each soon appears, so far. Yet that which lay
• The first is now scarce further or more grey
• Than is the last. Now all are wholly gone.
• The sunless sky has not once had the sun
• Since the first weak beginning of the day.

• The air falls back as the wind finishes,
• 10 And the clouds stagnate: on the water's face
• The current xmoves along, but is not stirr'd.
• There is no branch that thrills with any bird:
• Lo! Winter xmust possess the earth a space
• And have xhis will upon the extreme seas.

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• Through the long winter the rough wind tears;
• With their white garment the hills look wan.
• Love on: who cares?
• Who cares? Love on.
• My mother is dead; God's patience wears;
• It seems my chaplain will not have done.
• Love on: who cares?
• Who cares? Love on.
• The Devil, hobbling up the stairs,
• 10 Comes for me with his ugly throng.
• Love on: who cares?
• Who cares? Love on.

• In the time of the civil broils
• Our swords are stubborn things.
• A fig for all the cities!
• A fig for all the kings!

• The Burgrave prospereth:
• Men fear him more and more.
• Barons, a fig for his Holiness!
• A fig for the Emperor!

• Right well we hold our own
• 10 With the brand and the iron rod.
• A fig for Satan, Burgraves!
• Burgraves, a fig for God!

   

• God said, Let there be light; and there was light.
• Then heard I we sounds as though the Earth did sing
• And the Earth's angel cried upon the wing:
• We saw priests fall together & turn white:
• And covered in the dust from the sun's sight,
• A king I was spied, and yet another king.
• I We said: “The round world keeps its balancing;
• On this globe, they and we are opposite,—
• If it is day with us, with them 'tis night.
• 10 Still, France Man, in thy just pride, remember this:—
• Thou hadst not made that thy sons' sons shall ask
• What the word King may mean in their day's task,
• But for the light that led: and if light is,
• It is because God said, Let there be light.”

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• I climbed the stair in Antwerp Church,
• What time the circling thews of sound
• At sunset seem to heave it round.
• Far up, the carillon did search
• The wind, and the birds came to perch
• Far under, where the gables wound.

• In Antwerp harbour on the Scheldt
• I stood along, a certain space
• Of night. The mist was near my face;
• 10Deep on, the flow was heard and felt.
• The carillon kept pause, and dwelt
• In music through the silent place.

• John Memmeling and John van Eyck
• Hold state at Bruges. In sore shame
• I scanned the works that keep their name.
• The carillon, which then did strike
• Mine ears, was heard of theirs alike:
• It set me closer unto them.

• I climbed at Bruges all the flight
• 20 The belfry has of ancient stone.
• For leagues I saw the east wind blown;
• The earth was grey, the sky was white.
• I stood so near upon the height
• That my flesh felt the carillon.

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• Till dawn the wind drove round me. It is past
• And still, and leaves the air to lisp of bird,
• And to the quiet that is almost heard
• Of the new-risen day, as yet bound fast
• In the first warmth of sunrise. When the last
• Of the sun's hours to-day shall be fulfilled,
• There shall another breath of time be stilled
• For me, which now is to my senses cast
• As much beyond me as eternity,
• 10 Unknown, kept secret. On the newborn air
• The moth quivers in silence. It is vast,
• Yea, even beyond the hills upon the sea,
• The day whose end shall give this hour as sheer
• As chaos to the irrevocable Past.

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• Per carità,
• Mostrami amore:
• Mi punge il cuore,
• Ma non si sa
• Dove è amore.
• Che mi fa
• La bella età,
• Sè non si sa
• Come amerà?
• 10Ahi me solingo!
• Il cuor mi stringo!
• Non più ramingo,
• Per carità!

• Per carità,
• Mostrami il cielo:
• Tutto è un velo,
• E non si sa
• Dove è il cielo.
• Sè si sta
• 20Così colà,
• Non si sa
• Sè non si va.
• Ahi me lontano!
• Tutto è in vano!
• Prendimi in mano,
• Per carità!

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• There is a cloud above the sunset hill,
• That wends and makes no stay,
• For its goal lies beyond the fiery west;
• A lingering breath no calm can chase away,
• The onward labour of the wind's last will;
• A flying foam that overleaps the crest
• Of the top wave: and in possession still
• A further reach of longing; though at rest
• From all the yearning years,
• 10Together in the bosom of that day
• Ye cling, and with your kisses drink your tears.

   

• Then first through the hall the King was 'ware
• Of a sweet[?] little boy with golden hair,—

• As [illegible] bright as the golden poppy is
• That the Gulf[?] beach breeds for the surf to kiss:

• And Knightly his cheeks were glowing[?]
  Added TextYet pale his cheek as the thorn in spring
• But And his garb was black as like the raven's wing.

• Nothing heard but his foot through the hall
• For now the lords were silent all.

• And the King wondered, &said, Alack!
• 10Who sends me a sweet pale fair boy dress'd in black?

• Why, sweet boy heart, do you pace through my[?] the hall
• As though my court were a funeral?

• Then lowly knelt the child at the dais
• And looked up weeping in the King's face.

• “O wherefore black, O King, ye may say,
• For white is the hue of death today.

• Your son and all his fellowship
• Lie low in the sea's bed with the White Ship.

• King Henry fell as a man struck dead
• 20And speechless still he stared from his bed
• When to him next day my rede I read.

• There's many an hour must needs beguile
• A King's high heart that he should smile,

• Full many a lordly hour full fain
• Of his realm's rule & pride of his reign

• But this King never smiled again.

     

• It is grey tingling azure overhead
• With silver drift. Beneath, where from the green
• The trees are reared, the distance stands between
• At peace: but on this side the whole is spread
• For sowing & for harvest, subjected
• Clear to the sky & wind. The sun's slow height
• Holds it through noon; and at the furthest night
• It lies to the moist starshine and is fed.
• That side there is no country seen,—for miles
• 10 You think,— because of the near roadside path
• Dense with long forest. Where the waters run
• They have the sky sunk into them—a bath
• Of still blue heat; and in their flow, at whiles,
• There is a blinding vortex of the sun.

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• Never happy any more!
• Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
• It says but what it said before,
• And heart and life are just as sore.
• The wet leaves blow aslant the floor
• In the rain through the open door.
• No, No more , never more,
• No, never more!
• Added Text No, No, no more!

• Never happy any more!
• 10 The eyes are weary and give o'er,
• But still the soul weeps as before.
• And always must each one deplore
• Each once, nor bear what others bore?
• This is now as it was of yore.
• No more, never more,
• No, never more!
• Added Text No, No no more!

• Never happy any more!
• Is it not but a sorry lore
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• That says, “Take strength, the worst is o'er”?
• 20 Shall the stars seem as heretofore?
• The day weareth wears on more and more,—
• While I was weeping the day wore.
• No more, never more,
• No, never more!
• Added Textas above

• Never happy any more!
• In the cold behind the door
• That was the dial striking four:
• One for the past joy of yore,- the past hours bore,-
• Two for hope and will cast o'er,-
• 30 One for the naked dark before.
• No more, never more,
• No, never more!
• Added TextDitto

• Never happy any more!
• Put the light out, shut the door,
• Sweep the wet leaves from the floor.
• Even thus Fate's God's hand has [illegible] swept her floor;
• Even thus Love's God's hand has shut that the door
• At length which was not shut before
  Added TextThrough which his sweet warm feet passed of yore:
• Shall it be opened any more?
• 40 No more, never more,
• No, never more!
• Added TextDitto
  Added TextNo, no, no more

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• Never so bare and naked was church-stone
• As is my clean-stripped doublet in my grasp;
• Also I wear a gown without a clasp
• Which is a dismal thing to look upon.
• Ah! had I still but today the sweet coins [illegible] I won
• That time I sold my nag and staked the [?] pay,
• I'd not skulk[?] lie hid den beneath the roof this [?] to-day
• And To eke out sonnets with this moping moan.
• Daily a thousand times stark [illegible] mad am I
• 10At my dad's meanness who won't clothe me now,
• For “How about the house?” is still his cry:
• Till this thing strikes me as clean anyhow,—
• No rag I'll get clothes kill [illegible] stand. The wretch has sworn, I see,
• Not to invest another doit in me.
• And all because of the fine doublets' price
• He gave me, when I [illegible] vowed I'd throw no dice,
• And for his [illegible] damned nag's sake! Well, this is nice.

   

• L'altra notte mi venne una gran tosse;
• Perch'io non avea che tenere addosso;
• Ma incontinente che fù di fui mosso
• Per gire a guadagnare ove che fosse.
• Udite la fortuna ave m'addosse,
• Ch'io credetti trovar perle in un bosso,
• E bei fiorini coniati d'oro rosso,
• Ed io trovai Alaghier tra le fosse;
• Legato a nudo ch'io non saccio il nome,
• 10Se fù di Salamone o d'altro saggio:
• Allora mi segnai verso Levante.
• E quei me disse: per amore di Dante
• Scio'mi, ed io non potetti veder come;
• Tornai adrieto, e compie' mio viaggio.

   

• Va, rivesti San Gal prima che dichi
• Parole o motti d'altrui povertate,
• Che troppo n'è venuto gran pietate.
• In questo vetno a tutti suoi amichi:
• Ed anche se tu ci hai per sì mendichi,
• Perchè pur mandi a noi per caritate:
• Dal castel l'altra fonte ha ta' grembiate,
• Ch'io saccio ben, che tu te ne nutrichi.
• Ma ben ti lecerà il lavorare:
• 10C'è Dio t salvi, la Tana Den, e'l Francesco,
• Che col Belluzzo tu non sei in brigata.
• Allo spedale a' Pintè ha' riparare
• E già mi par vedere stare a desco,
• E in terzo Alighier con la farsata.

   

• Do still thy best, albeit the clue
• Be snapt of that thou strovest to:
• Do still thy best, though direful hate
• Should toil to Fire around should leave thee desolate;
• Do still thy best, though whom Fate would damn.
• Say; Such as I was made I am,
• And did even that who it such as I could do

   

• “Glory unto the Newly Born!”
• So, as said angels, she did say;
• Because we were in Christmas-day,
• Though it would still be long till dawn morn

• Just then in the room over us
• There was a pushing back of chairs,
• As some who had sat unawares
• So late, now heard the hour, and rose.

• Anxious, with With anxious softly stepping haste,
• Our mother went w here Margaret lay,
• Fearing the sounds o'erhead—should they
• 20Have broken her long-watched for rest!

• She stooped an instant, calm, and turned;
• But suddenly turned back again;