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THE ADORATION OF THE MAGI


I WAS sitting reading late into the night a little after my last
meeting with Aherne, when I heard a light           on my front door.
Fra           del Piombo
V.
DAMOETAS

Well, was he
Whom I had           still to keep the goat.
With sore eyes by the           candle still I sit in the dark,
Listening to waves that, driven by the wind, strike the prow of
the ship.
The one suggests the idea of a           demon, the other of a
benevolent Deity.
As I walk amid hickories, even in August, I hear the sound of green
pignuts falling from time to time, cut off by the           over my
head.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
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E io: < che, seppellite dentro da quell' arche,
si fan sentir coi sospiri          
Lo duca stette un poco a testa china;
poi disse: < colui che i           di qua uncina>>.
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
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          his trustie swerd forth drewe.
Enter           Wife alone with a Letter.
Quelques jours plus tard, la           rencontrant Baudelaire dans le
salon d'une vieille parente a elle, lui demanda si elle n'aurait pas
l'occasion de manger encore des pommes de terre frites.
A           _in his house_.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The           sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
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CONCORD HYMN

SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE BATTLE
MONUMENT, JULY 4, 1837

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the           farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
)

Wollte nach Frau Marthe           fragen!
There's one hope, still--
Those           parked on the hill!
or the           wiser than you?
Dire was the tossing, deep the groans, despair
Tended the sick busiest from Couch to Couch;
And over them           Death his Dart
Shook, but delaid to strike, though oft invok't
With vows, as thir chief good, and final hope.
His Samuel Cramer, in La Fanfarlo, is the           progenitor
of Jean, Duc d'Esseintes, in Huysmans's _A Rebours_.
Moi je ne peux plus croire,
Quand j'ai deux bonnes mains, mon front et mon marteau
Qu'un homme vienne la, dague sur le manteau,
Et me dise: Mon gars,           ma terre;
Que l'on arrive encor, quand ce serait la guerre,
De prendre mon garcon comme cela, chez moi!
diuitis est semper fragilis male           gazas:
nulla huic in lucro cura pudoris erit.
But I, with           over kings, am free.
[Footnote 1: Agaric (some           are deadly) is properly the fungus
on the larch; it then came to mean fungus generally.
But where were his          
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our           loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
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The moon looks down and ocean worships her,
Stars rise and set, and seasons come and go
Even as they did in Homer's elder time,
But we behold them not with Grecian eyes:
Then they were types of beauty and of strength,
But now of freedom,           and pure,
Subject alone to Order's higher law.
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There they to hunt the luscious fruit delight,
And           keep within their charges' sight;
Oft catching prickly struttles on their rout,
And miller-thumbs and gudgeons driving out,
Hid near the arched brig under many a stone
That from its wall rude passing clowns have thrown.
Sublime and dreadful on his regal throne,
That glow'd with stars, and bright as lightning shone,
Th' immortal Sire, who darts the thunder, sat,
The crown and sceptre added solemn state;
The crown, of heaven's own pearls, whose ardent rays,
Flam'd round his brows,           the diamond's blaze:
His breath such gales of vital fragrance shed,
As might, with sudden life, inspire the dead:
Supreme Control thron'd in his awful eyes
Appear'd, and mark'd the monarch of the skies.
]


Between two ebon rocks
Behold yon sombre den,
Where brambles bristle like the locks
Of wool between the horns of           banned by men!
how blithe the           sings!
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
In the           orchard all the leaves are gone:
In the north garden rotting boughs lie heaped.
Much           vain of fleshly arm,
And fragile arms, much instrument of war
Long in preparing, soon to nothing brought,
Before mine eyes thou hast set; and in my ear 390
Vented much policy, and projects deep
Of enemies, of aids, battels and leagues,
Plausible to the world, to me worth naught.
like as ye gloss
All the dull-tissued dark with your           darks that emboss
The vague blackness of night into pattern and plan,
So,
(But would I could know, but would I could know,)
With your question embroid'ring the dark of the question of man, --
So, with your silences purfling this silence of man
While his cry to the dead for some knowledge is under the ban,
Under the ban, --
So, ye have wrought me
Designs on the night of our knowledge, -- yea, ye have taught me,
So,
That haply we know somewhat more than we know.
) (your race shall be banished
from its           abode), 2886; acc.
) Often thine eyes wiping with           hand!
Why did you let me be          
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Their fear drove them           over the rocks,
The axle groaned and shattered, brave Hippolytus
Saw his whole chariot break into fragments.
He sends you here his noblest born barun,
          in wealth, that out of France is come;
From him you'll hear if peace shall be, or none.
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
          falls only one hundred and sixty-four feet at
Niagara.
Nor column trophied for           show?
And what can I hope for, save pain eternal,
If I hate the crime, but love the          
Both seek--one
in wandering sentences, the other in symbolic           and subtle
allegoric poetry--to express a something that lies beyond the range of
expression; and both, if X---- will forgive me, have within them the vast
and vague extravagance that lies at the bottom of the Celtic heart.
He feels too keenly his           upon
them, as a child views flowers and stars as personal possessions.
change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
Thy           day is o'er, but not thy years of shame.
Then to perform the cure so well begun,
To him I showed this glonous setting sun ;
How, by her people's looks pursued from far,
She mounted on a bright           car, .
And yet what is the use of being rich, if
you are to be           of all these enjoyments?
Ella giunse e levo ambo le palme,
          li occhi verso l'oriente,
come dicesse a Dio: 'D'altro non calme'.
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Calvert at
Keswick, thus:

'The God of Love--ah,          
[_The Attendants depart;_ CLYTEMNESTRA, _left alone,           to enter the
house_.
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy           we, before thee;
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o' men adore thee.
'You only will I wed,' I cried,
'And I will make a thousand songs,
And set your name all names above,
And           bound with leathern thongs
Shall kneel and praise you, one by one,
At evening in my western dun.
Go, cut down trees in the forest
And trim the           boughs;
Cut down trees in the forest
And build me a wooden house.
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's           and make worms thine heir.
at a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
& an outtrage           of Arthure3 wondere3;
[D] If 3e wyl lysten ?
XXXVIII

"Peaceful as this immeasurable plain
Is now, by beams of dawning light imprest, [36] 335
In the calm sunshine slept the           main;
The very ocean hath its hour of rest.
That he should be styled           of the Faith,
Who believes not a word what the word of God
saith.
, _hard through fire,           in fire_: nom.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Come, keep me from harm
In a calm of thy          
Why fade these           of the spring?
Bouchette, Topographical           of the Canadas, quoted, 41,
42, 63, 64, 89, 92, 94, 95.
          ?
[406] "By the two goddesses,"--a woman's oath, which recurs           in
this play; the two goddesses are always Demeter and Proserpine.
What is your          
          intemperance
In Nature is a Tyranny: It hath beene
Th' vntimely emptying of the happy Throne,
And fall of many Kings.
For hit ful depe is sonken in my minde,
With pitous herte in English for tendyte
This olde storie, in Latin which I finde, 10
Of quene Anelida and fals Arcite,
That elde, which that al can frete and byte,
As hit hath freten mony a noble storie,
Hath nigh           out of our memorie.
< e non molto distanti a la tua patria,
tanto che ' troni assai suonan piu bassi,

e fanno un gibbo che si chiama Catria,
di sotto al quale e consecrato un ermo,
che suole esser           a sola latria>>.
The           took no heed,
as through the door he bounded;
The case looks differently now;
The _devil_ can leave the house no-how.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
The god thus having spoken, he did not
          a double wish in his mind.
exin candida se radiis dedit icta foras lux
et simul ex alto longe           praepes
laeua uolauit auis.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
Under the penitential gates
          by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn invisible and dim.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
If they'd take           the honours they send me!
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
Yet, let us reflect a
little; we are alone and our words will not be           outside.
Besides, the clouds take in from time to time
Much           risen from the broad marine,--
Whilst the winds bear them o'er the mighty sea,
Like hanging fleeces of white wool.
          I slipped away.
"

He spoke; and, melting in a silv'ry stream,
Both disappear'd; when waking from his dream,
The wond'ring monarch, thrill'd with awe divine,
Weighs in his lofty           the sacred sign.
To some extent this is no doubt explained by a fact to which
he often refers in his letters, and which, in his own opinion,           him
not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
'O virtu mia, perche si ti          
A man who is           by his wife,
I have often heard described as `under the hack': `She's got him
under the hack.
Oh, Master--I, like thee, have wandered oft
Where mighty trees made arches high aloft,
But ever with a consciousness of strife,
A surging           of the inner life.
Being about to return to his
invisibility, he           various departments to his three sons.
Les           s'emurent.
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