Concordance

This concordance provides an index to every word in the poems, excluding a list of common "stopwords". It may be useful in finding a half-remembered poem, and perhaps in looking at the usage of words in the poems as a whole. It will be readable only on a large screen.

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W Y Z

V

Vadis / I fled by night and in the grey / / of dawn met on the lonely

gues relayed. / / Much of the rest was

vague . He knew the lad / / was taken as a forester, and ever / / a l

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the shell / / dropped there unharmed.

Vaguely he touched it—leapt / / suddenly, knowing for what she was th

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/ / and tired and cold moved stiffly,

vaguely on. / / Soon to the Spaniards unexpectedly come, / / between

shock is its own cure, telling / / how

vain are our imaginings, / / and soon our feet are travelling / / ac

That Way Madness Lies

arched the first floor a second time in

vain — / / the ground-floor too, but he was still alone… / / The fair

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opy / The universe is not a whole. / /

Valiant centripetality / / (Dante’s and Aristotle’s love) / / briefl

ick-fire. On / / thin rough grass of a

valley -alp he dropped / / his weariness, and slept without a dream. /

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arden more sweet than childhood’s happy

valley ) / / and having crowned us king and queen thereof / / sold us

/ / Now, though, the gathering of the

valley -cleft / / mountains beleaguered him, and offered him / / a do

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often mind forgot the joy of eyes. / /

Valley , col, valley formed his zigzag way / / by star and sun bent tr

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rgot the joy of eyes. / / Valley, col,

valley formed his zigzag way / / by star and sun bent truly to his go

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e fifth day / / he looked down a broad

valley from a col / / higher than any hill which lay beyond. / / The

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rue. / / It was that morning from that

valley -head / / he saw the mountain—a tall flat-topped peak / / betw

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long ago summer midnight in the Thames

valley / / I came on glow-worms. Years earlier still, at dusk, / / f

the slums hidden behind, down in their

valley / / one might be far—but for the ancient cuttings / / (a road

Athens, Hill of the Muses; Evening

only adequate phrase: / / Love in the

Valley , Phoebus with Admetus, / / colour luminous through sun-drenche

watching the mountains rise, to where a

valley - / / stream turned the dunes, his state was radically / / bet

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e middle Thames) / / dreams across the

valley to Sulham woods; / / the second at Saunton—wind-washed pink th

d it, / / lost and recovered, up steep

valleys and down, / / until, five days’ hard going from the coast, /

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he stood looking up along / / the two

valleys , each climbing its own way. / / One must be right, he knew, t

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Country and Town / From woods and

valleys now the gathered night / / spreads to the open, darkening fie

Country and Town

ened to the junction of / / two larger

valleys . Wind from distant snow / / struck deeply chill, but too worn

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e a flower / / they touch the absolute

value of each hour / / where lightly, thinly lie / / the veils of me

The Lilies of the Field

/ before Struwwelpeter and straw-gold

vanish / / in a silky puff. / / Sweetness spreads about / / from ha

through Rome’s opulent autumn, all but

vanished / / in the long white winter of Byzantium. / /

up the stair, / / the moment’s shadow

vanished . / / So it was / / that just at midnight, when at last the

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hese; / / a world of life perished and

vanished / / taps us these messages. / / Hearts flower in words, or

Too old, / / their thoughts dwell in a

vanished world. / / But clear, how clear / / its beauty in their mem

[Some exiles know]

g on my sky. / / Star after loved star

vanishes , / / and these no breeze shall by and by / / uncurtain unch

’s fire / / begins to weaken, flicker,

vanishes / / in night, marking the unseen edge, / / the moon’s dark

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ng, / / softening, resolving round me,

vanishing ; / / but sometimes suddenly the cold, retaking / / our hil

/ left unfulfilled its being, nor / /

vanishing stamped its image on / / the less ephemeral stone. / /

tercup. / / Light air lifts the silted

vapours away / / to deep heaven, which like the deep ocean / / takes

Varangian in Mickelgard / Woods, beech and fir. Water—always / / stre

Varangian in Mickelgard

are here for many things / / mostly at

variance : / / to make ourselves something / / other than nature made

ed clarity— / / he learnt the infinite

variation of days, / / season’s return, and in the season’s hour’s, /

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pact of swish and slap / / innumerably

varied and repeated, / / entranced his hearing, as the featureless sc

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ed lumps, by it another / / of rainbow-

varied domes which, he saw now, / / her knife had shaved. She raised

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— / / came all the time, it seemed, in

various ways. / / He had been taught to hunt and use the bow / / but

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Here it’s light colours on fields / /

varying softly across hedges, between trees, / / away to a low hill.

eathing, / / ceaselessly pushed by the

varying / / this way, that way, of the wind, / / thimble-pocked by t

Villon’s Epitaph

e sparks, I know, are world or sun / /

varyingly vast and from a vast / / difference of age and distance spu

I know, are world or sun / / varyingly

vast and from a vast / / difference of age and distance spun / / out

d or sun / / varyingly vast and from a

vast / / difference of age and distance spun / / out of the chasm of

e little tunnel he had made / / in the

vast mass. It was impossible. / / He gave up. / / Deeper in the thor

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smart answer? He was Steward / / of a

vast trust, and a far-sighted steward / / may have to sacrifice some

ndescent day. / / The star-swarms, the

vast -wheeling galaxies, / / dwindle to pin-points in speed-gathering

, each string / / of spear-thorns. The

vast whole he would not see. / / Hour after hour, hacking and draggin

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huge galaxies are only atoms / / of a

vaster matter (as the electron’s charge / / might hold a universe). O

/ are lost. Night wins. / / Swirling

vastness a lost speck. In each speck / / sparks without number spin,

” I said. / / “So stands the moon over

Vathý , and bright / / the harbour under the dark hills is laid.” / /

a wall / / in chalk R.H. On the Roman

vault / / Adam is made man in one image, Eve / / in another woman, f

ar’s sunny terraces / / extend about a

vault of shade / / —inevitable images / / forming from things which

/ She pitied Him there / / under the

vaulted dark, / / the still, stale air. / / Would not God be in His

The Shepherdess of Cahuzac

reathed from the stillness of / / this

vaulted space. / /

lack boiling to white, through / / its

vaulted ways. Suddenly the firm stance / / falters, joined banks are

Sur le Pont d’Avignon

rs is now the night. / / Again night’s

vaulting / / is star-frosted. And, alone, / / a god’s nail-paring, /

d be stopping. / / The wind at evening

veered into the west / / then died. The starry dark was utterly still

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eep and bare, with little / / water or

vegetation and less game, / / footsore and starving, worn out, nearly

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m in its white embrace. / / The temple-

veil rent from his error / / revealed the body’s subtleties / / flus

John Ruskin’s Wedding Night

n a train / / unless to complain. / /

Veil up your soul: / / don’t weep at the play / / or someone may say

hangs the moon. / / Frosted stars are

veiled / / in black. The clean air is thick / / suddenly with snow,

n, worlds spin unhindered on. / / This

veiling is our earth’s alone, / / The cloud is climbing on my sky. /

f the sea / / like something palpable,

veiling the meeting / / of sea and sky, thickening, till only foam /

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r hands, quiet, soothing the head, / /

veiling the terrified staring eyes. / / Hear / / the gentle voice in

/ a pale returning light whose kindness

veils / / jut and furrow, restoring innocence, / / restoring youth.

In the Audience

/ / where lightly, thinly lie / / the

veils of memory, of hope and fear. / / Like a bird, like the wind /

The Lilies of the Field

s reasons; / / fences about the truth,

veils on her face. / / The heaviness you father on the war, / / prev

/ / breeds nightmares and throws dark

veils on the day. / /

ting / / and to the star-pricks of the

velvet dome. / / Dazzle of sun out of the sea, loud cries / / of fie

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/ Viollet-le-Duc, Dumas fils, / / red

velvet drapes, glittering chandeliers / / (and dark past draped glass

w repay? / / The oracle replied: / / “

Vengeance condign may come / / indeed, but it must grow / / from see

Pelopia and Thyestes

gression, pity pain, / / but recognise

vengeance for a cardinal sin; / / honour all bravery, but not pretend

Prayer to Truth

ed / / but to be shown the way / / to

vengeance —how repay? / / The oracle replied: / / “Vengeance condign

Pelopia and Thyestes

, as though / / heavy already with the

vengeful seed. / /

Pelopia and Thyestes

rout / / in love. His love he dare not

venture from. / / Feeling his neck jerk on the tautened rope / / he

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like death but is something else. / /

Venus is burning / / big and low, yellow through the / / haze which

/ with a cruel pattern of stars, / /

Venus shivering under the Scorpion’s tail, / / Saturn’s black frost p

“Gale is Dead”

ting the undergrowth, / / keeping down

vermin , cherishing the deer. / / His dreams shrank further into fanta

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f-green / / through the fields outside

Verona , / / and among those runners he seemed / / not to be one of t

Two Glimpses from Dante’s Hell

Tamynis on a sherd / / in a scratched

verse , and A.G. on a wall / / in chalk R.H. On the Roman vault / / A

with the burden of the years. / / Make

viable our hopes and truths, stillborn / / the bastard misconcepts, f

is still / / (if it ever really was) a

viable / / way of settling anything, we must be / / stupid over the

ream. / / The way was harsh but he was

viable . / / Wind-bitter nights were much the worst of it. / / Waking

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gs of the West / / to make your future

viable , / / your ordered future. / / Hardly seen, / / all in a mist

oo / / be loosed by Time, the timeless

victor ? / /

End of Fairy-Story

oo / / be loosed by Time, the timeless

victor ? / / We loved Time, watching him undo / / all spells but this

End of Fairy-Story

ock Robin? / / Cromwell, I think. / /

Victoria busily / / stamped the grave Wesley / / and others had fill

stillness but the phrase / / of Queen

Victoria : ‘I will be good.’? / / I laughed, and suddenly in cloud and

possessed him / / that after the hard

victories of the way / / he might, when all seemed won, yet lose the

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in this but a just war / / with final

victory ; even if the best / / must fall, the hour of triumph is not f

ill your man than die, / / ours is the

victory .” / / We have our orders, and our keep and pay. / / A man mu

Two Poems in Memory of Anne Frank

host—drank and fell to / / on the hard

victuals (they were far from new / / did cross his mind) and dropped

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before, could not with a like eye / /

view a like world. And incidentally / / the prince’s child-world was

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k, he howls / / in Hell or, on another

view , / / harps it beside the highest throne / / (or both these judg

Thoughts on the Lavatory

love her; / / but need not in a longer

view , I fancy, / / worry that we have hurt her. / /

, / / and then admit that to an honest

view / / it seems (as surely it must seem to you) / / that all smoot

Sur le Pont d’Avignon

unlike some towers, with windows and a

view .” / / My eyes followed the water running faster, / / fast to th

, and then / / have learnt from them a

view of history: / / public affairs drift by with public men, / / se

/ / The Sea-god, ardour kindled by the

view , / / the beauteous youth doth cruelly enjoy. / / Stepped and co

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land, one house, one life, differently

viewed / / is Eden, prison, path of exile, fold. / / Who happy kiss

Vignette / Carly Gancher at four / / knew all the answers and a good

/ The moor’s loneliness and the wind’s

vigour / / bred me secret and strong. The wind, the moor / / and my

into a stony tyranny? / / Just such a

vile perversion of good thought / / used to fill Smithfield with the

ial relation. It can be destroyed, / /

vilified , denied, treated as not being there, / / but it was, so is.

“Tell Lady Byron…”

s / / ring out of time. / / What ugly

villain commits / / so lost a crime? / / But someone saw the girl /

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Villevieille / The church is very still. / / True, I don’t believe, /

ders leap from the mass: / / Catullus,

Villon , Aeschylus, The Song of Roland, / / Leopardi, Theocritus, Pala

Villon’s Epitaph / Brothers, men who breathe the air, / / who pass co

Villon’s Epitaph

s on, / / hard among these terraces of

vine and thin corn, / / inescapable stone. / / The lion lies, is as

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/ / you, Time, who heal the wounds of

violence / / but leave their scar, who work on brain and heart / / t

se deaths of others. / / And that huge

violence flickers in that void / / with the little ugly flame of temp

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/ Who knew? Who fought? / / A sudden

violent blast / / roused the prince brutally from his deep dream. /

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act one can’t disguise, / / especially

violent / / death. But have I learnt / / to look it in the face, /

. O beauty, delight, love, pain. / / A

violent longing for the hills again / / hustled him to the ford—be ha

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and thought, seduced / / to serve that

violent lust, / / crack. Drifts over sky, / / drops over all at last

s where it’s thrown. / / And images of

violent vividness / / drained his life to themselves: a river, wet, /

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f blues that glow / / round us (green,

violet ) in the sea. / /

Delos in Spring

e in sun burning like snow. / / Green,

violet , scarlet, scattered free, / / and blue, shadow of burning blue

Delos in Spring

Nadia / Flute with no reed,

violin / / left unstringed. / / Instrument evolved, built / / with

erhalter, Gounod, Offenbach, Guys, / /

Viollet -le-Duc, Dumas fils, / / red velvet drapes, glittering chandel

Virgil’s Farewell to Dante / Of eternity in Hell / / I had passed thi

Virgil’s Farewell to Dante

rica is paid; / / both James Joyce and

Virginia Woolf know how / / thought weaves in words its inexpressible

he to-be-or-not-to-be / / Weltschmerz,

virginity , and all the ills / / that youth is heir to and bears awkwa

of sin / / to put force in our will to

virtue . / / Life is split like a migraine: / / love it like that and

Vision / A wild rose lifting / / from the hedge-top / / hooks its wa

of man / / in every age works on. / /

Vision and thought, seduced / / to serve that violent lust, / / crac

ke occasional contact. / / And now the

vision begins to mist. Hands seeking / / other outlets / / forget th

Vision Between Waking and Sleep / A child standing in a wilderness of

Vision Between Waking and Sleep

mage, far more true, / / his own white

vision burned—and the dark flood / / engulfed it—then the triumph of

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y showed his eyes / / the river of his

vision days before. / / The other river, once his thirst was slaked,

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power in his fingers, / / knowing the

vision in the block, / / stood back from the perfected statue, though

le lot. So long as he’s alive / / this

vision is the image of his good. / / Cold, and a kind of darkness, wh

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her womanhood?… / / The story and the

vision . Latent, though, / / later to flower, the love. Now, from that

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ws as whole and healed. / / Accept the

vision . Let it give / / a form on which to mould and build. / /

montory / / alike in his foreshortened

vision lost. / / Their sweep enclosed the harbour-city’s bay— / / ro

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transfigures again / / that transposed

vision / / of actuality. / / What is real? / / Nature is blind / /

Music is Landscape

. / / Flash on our groping a recurring

vision / / of possible pattern laid through the confusion. / / Truth

Prayer to Truth

is hopelessness. / / And suddenly that

vision of the sea / / and dreamed escape sprang back to him. Still le

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ing / / whom he must somehow save. The

vision rose / / blotting the world out with its otherness. / / But w

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allow / / a measure; Stanley Spencer’s

vision tells / / one need not paint in French exclusively; / / Margo

e brute block back towards the palpable

vision . / / The guttering candle flared up straight. Out. / / Night

ith, / / mathematical symbol, artist’s

vision —Truth, / / compel the twisting mind and (what is harder) / /

Prayer to Truth

n the fall / / we forced, have had our

vision . While we live / / we know we live, know nature. I believe /

d quite different from that in / / the

vision —wondered if the girl were faked / / too, wholly real as form a

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ll hope far / / blindfold and mock the

visionary heart, / / fetter the lifting feet. / / And on his right h

an) / / beauty of earth, skill / / of

visionary man. / / Man, who knows / / from nature how to kill / / a

/ to the other penny-face of the same

visions , / / childhood. / / From a deep layer suddenly thrown / / u

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f my dream.” / / Lifetimes later, / /

visions half-realised littering his wake, / / his sublimated loves co

that others after shall do so. / / The

vision’s all, and is enough. / /

[Seen from the hill the hazy plain]

mud-holes suck and clog / / and to our

vision’s limit spread / / flat as the sea, and sea-like fed / / on h

a wise-woman’s house in miles I didn’t

visit . / / But time went on and nothing changed at all. / / These ar

Spells and Love

/ / arrived, announcing the immediate

visit / / of his king-uncle, with his wife and their / / children. H

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/ Then, four years after the princess’s

visit / / (the boy a gangling woodman of eighteen) / / came news aga

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for fun since 31’, / / ‘Happiness is a

visit to the Manly Fun Pier’) / / where the even motion of the Ferris

fathers’ sin / / but on your children

visited . / /

ds. / / We know the father’s sins / /

visited always on the children. Must / / the final turn / / of the i

n guilt, part of the guilty world. / /

Visited on our children… Part of the pain, / / the sickest element in

[Our lives are in other hands]

as spoiled. / / This darkness then was

visited on the child; / / until they killed her, and the police took

r knew. / / Past intellectual truth or

visual beauty / / yet both intense; the cranes on Waterloo / / Bridg

I have, such as I have, an eye / / for

visual truth. And we have shared a world / / wider than that, till ou

it’s thrown. / / And images of violent

vividness / / drained his life to themselves: a river, wet, / / shin

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d by an inner law, / / a narrow supple

vixen on quick black pads. / /

. / / Slips from the empty gown / / a

vixen to the gorse. / / Loving from loving hands / / inexorably draw

d so much to be done?” / / I drank his

voice and did not think to answer / / but looked and looked; and then

get in.” Familiar too / / the friendly

voice , and I was glad to hear. / / I stooped, hand on the open door,

t the root. / / The laugh too, and the

voice , are faked… / / So what?—The image with the cracked / / torso,

my ears echoed beyond her word / / her

voice , as I walked on towards Leicester Square. / / The first tube ga

ow / / settles down, the cuckoo’s / /

voice breaks) hedge-reborn, the rose. / /

[Housman was old beyond his years]

r face / / to the sweet air / / and a

voice came out of the wind / / for all to hear / / “The spirit is in

The Shepherdess of Cahuzac

i, hired. / / A wind touched me, and a

voice clear and strong: / / “trembles the coward soul? But Anabel /

erself, / / but he loved only himself…

voice failing in tears. / / And now, alone on the fells, companioned

ursts as if / / to remind me that your

voice from the far distance / / is calling me always, and that mine c

Two Poems from a New Life

in peace, / / to hear the still, small

voice . / / Having insufficiently rendered unto peace / / the power a

Prayer to Truth

s memory wane? / / figure and face and

voice I thought I had, / / but now with inexpressible joy and pain /

staring eyes. / / Hear / / the gentle

voice in the common foreign tongue / / Encore un peu, mon enfant. Mon

/ / No remembered, no memory-wakening

voice / / of childhood, but herself set out of age; / / “in my heart

hen the shopkeeper’s voice / / was the

voice of his old bawd, ugly and thin, / / crying her sorrow that all

pen door, but drew / / back as another

voice said: “Mama, no; / / there isn’t room for him.” And it was true

nell / / ‘a hundred years’ turned to a

voice . She said / / “The hundred years’ sleep was not all I gave. /

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/ / Her look, her walk, her laugh, her

voice , the whole / / informed by her warm spirit—only seeing, / / he

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f his crimes. And then the shopkeeper’s

voice / / was the voice of his old bawd, ugly and thin, / / crying h

rigid abstinence, / / children’s light

voices and cool hands / / were all he dared to dream in woman. / / T

John Ruskin’s Wedding Night

ntervals the wind / / drowns scattered

voices . / / By star and compass these as one / / kept their fixed co

ilence / / out of the outer world loud

voices calling. / / Authority breaks, calling, the world of children.

my feet struggling from my own pursuing

voices / / which broke in my own tears. / / I woke from tears / / d

elf in ghostly stuff, / / and then the

void beyond the cliff / / will swing him down and swallow him. / / L

That Way Madness Lies

And that huge violence flickers in that

void / / with the little ugly flame of temper. / /

Back Room, 1944

brine. / / He groaned and retched and

vomited again, / / and knew himself alive and safely beached / / out

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eocritus, Palamas, / / Heine, Hoffmann

von Hoffmanswaldau, / / Baudelaire, Du Bellay—let it pass. / / How h

heir bonds remain, but you shall to the

vow / / and the fulfilment come, / / though in the heart sits pinion

Voyage / We’ve fared so long on the aimless ordered way, / / our plan