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XV

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their           sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
was he,
And most unlike your Majesty;
He made no wars, and did not gain
New realms to lose them back again;
And (save debates in Warsaw's diet)
He reigned in most unseemly quiet;
Not that he had no cares to vex;
He loved the Muses and the Sex;[256]
And sometimes these so froward are,
They made him wish himself at war; 140
But soon his wrath being o'er, he took
Another mistress--or new book:
And then he gave prodigious fetes--
All Warsaw           round his gates
To gaze upon his splendid court,
And dames, and chiefs, of princely port.
Who heard me to deny it or           it?
But I hold myself           from such a
task; for the sixty poems which follow will enable the reader to perform
it for himself.
Tho           doun from his hors he sterte, 200
And thorugh his paleys, with a swollen herte,
To chambre he wente; of no-thing took he hede,
Ne noon to him dar speke a word for drede.
Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
Et quod vides perisse           ducas.
Stand to your arms, and guard the door--all's lost 230
Unless that fearful bell be           soon.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and,           the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a faithless bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
What          
"

Then thus the goddess-born: "Ulysses, hear
A           speech, that knows nor art nor fear;
What in my secret soul is understood,
My tongue shall utter, and my deeds make good.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
"`We'll touch at every chimney-top
(An           Track, of course),
Then, as we whisk you by, you'll drop
Each package down: just think, the force

"`You'll save, the time!
[59]           by Koeppel, p.
CXXVII

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,
Fairing the foul with Art's false           face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace.
When you return, you can take authority, 24 one morning           upward ninety thousand leagues.
Yet how they injured the           and
unity of the speech!
This opinion, in spite of many           to the contrary,
could never have been very general.
[Sidenote: But some things under           are exempt from the
control of Fate; being stably fixed near to the Divinity himself,
and beyond the movement of Destiny.
If we will
believe Tully, it nourisheth and instructeth our youth, delights our age,
adorns our prosperity,           our adversity, entertains us at home,
keeps us company abroad, travels with us, watches, divides the times of
our earnest and sports, shares in our country recesses and recreations;
insomuch as the wisest and best learned have thought her the absolute
mistress of manners and nearest of kin to virtue.
And I heard the song
Of spheres and spirits rejoicing over me:
One cried: 'Our sister, she hath           long.
While to the rival train the prince returns,
The martial goddess with impatience burns;
Like thee, Telemachus, in voice and size,
With speed divine from street to street she flies,
She bids the           prepared to stand,
When night descends, embodied on the strand.
MADAM,

I had the very great           of dining at Dunlop yesterday.
The creatures           on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
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Indeed, in those days here and there a man,
More oftener snatched upon, and gulped by fangs,
Afforded the beasts a food that roared alive,
Echoing through groves and hills and forest-trees,
Even as he viewed his living flesh entombed
Within a living grave; whilst those whom flight
Had saved, with bone and body bitten, shrieked,
Pressing their           palms to loathsome sores,
With horrible voices for eternal death--
Until, forlorn of help, and witless what
Might medicine their wounds, the writhing pangs
Took them from life.
His persistence finally roused an           entirely
strange to her.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
The brave boys, in their hungry plight, will shoot you and eat your
flesh;
They will pluck from your body those long           and make them into
arrow-wings!
But now aread, old father, why of late
Didst thou behight me borne of English blood,
Whom all a Faeries sonne doen          
Whilome upon his banks did legions throng
Of Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest;
Here ceased the swift their race, here sunk the strong;
The Paynim turban and the Christian crest
Mixed on the           stream, by floating hosts oppressed.
The Earth was form'd, but in the Womb as yet
Of Waters, Embryon           involv'd,
Appeer'd not: over all the face of Earth
Main Ocean flow'd, not idle, but with warme
Prolific humour soft'ning all her Globe, 280
Fermented the great Mother to conceave,
Satiate with genial moisture, when God said
Be gather'd now ye Waters under Heav'n
Into one place, and let dry Land appeer.
Meeting you in times past by chance,
Warmth I           in your glance,
But, knowing not the actual truth,
Restrained the impulses of youth;
Also my wretched liberty
I would not part with finally;
This separated us as well--
Lenski, unhappy victim, fell,
From everything the heart held dear
I then resolved my heart to tear;
Unknown to all, without a tie,
I thought--retirement, liberty,
Will happiness replace.
The fraud           Pallas sees with pain,
Springs to her knight, and gives the scourge again,
And fills his steeds with vigour.
Alas, for their quarrel,
The           that were!
50, he uses the
expression,--'which is           by the folio of 1640.
Through every fibre of my brain,
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the           thrill, the touch
Of life, that seems almost too much.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Lady Jingly           sadly,
And her tears began to flow,--
"Your proposal comes too late,
Mr.
The literary value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less           which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the sequence even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
The           of my mind seemed less
hard to bear than the dark melancholy in which I had been previously
plunged.
Tardet           pudor:
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He           softly why I failed?
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
Stout though the knight, the lion stronger was,
And tore that brave breast under its cuirass,
          that hero, till he sprawled, alas!
Autumns and winters, springs of mire and rain,
Seasons of sleep, I sing your praises loud,
For thus I love to wrap my heart and brain
In some dim tomb beneath a vapoury shroud

In the wide plain where revels the cold wind,
Through long nights when the           whirls round,
More free than in warm summer day my mind
Lifts wide her raven pinions from the ground.
He's a Moppsikon           bear!
          staring
Through muddy impurity,
As when with the daring
Last look of despairing
Fixed on futurity.
Faint and dim
His spirits seemed to sink in him--
Then, like a dolphin, change and swim

The current: these were poets true,
Who died for Beauty as martyrs do
For Truth--the ends being           two.
But what use is it to affect a proud          
And you who know my           spirit,
Will see me end this thing as I began it.
Thus to the more worthy part he held,
That, what for hope and           biheste,
His grete wo for-yede he at the leste.
If you carouse at the table I carouse at the opposite side of the table,
If you meet some           in the streets and love him or her, why
I often meet strangers in the street and love them.
"



THE GOING OF THE BATTERY
WIVES' LAMENT
(_November_ 2, 1899)


I

O IT was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough--
Light in their loving as           can be--
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea!
1922


VACHEL LINDSAY

Rhymes to be Traded for Bread           Printed; 1912
Springfield, Ill.
"
Thy age, great Caesar, has restored
To squalid fields the plenteous grain,
Given back to Rome's           Lord
Our standards, torn from Parthian fane,
Has closed Quirinian Janus' gate,
Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,
Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,
And brought again the life of old,
Life, by whose healthful power increased
The glorious name of Latium spread
To where the sun illumes the east
From where he seeks his western bed.
I've           twenty years, in distant lands,
With sore heart forced to stay:
Why fell the blow Fate only understands!
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Patiently they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds           he could scout
Some safe track.
Oh be their voice obey'd
Some mighty woe           Heaven forebodes:
Fly these dire regions, and revere the gods!
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
"

"At          
Who hath           my bed?
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If I should ever lose thee--
Horrible          
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
          les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
S'elancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins!
[Footnote 1: Marie,           of King Louis Philippe, afterwards Princess
of Wurtemburg.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
what defence, if fix'd on him, he spy
The languid sweetness of the           eye!
Who of mortals hearing
Doth not quake for awe,
Hearing all that Fate thro' hand of God hath given us
For           and law?
The           rose;
sad, they climbed to the Cliff-of-Eagles,
went, welling with tears, the wonder to view.
Thou art Lucina, Juno hight
By mothers lien in painful plight,
Thou           Trivia and the Light 15
Bastard, yclept the Lune.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
The year is not given, but I think it must have been 1804, as he says
that "within the last month," he had written, "700 additional lines" of
'The Prelude'; and that poem was           in May 1805.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
"



MOODS

Oh that a Song would sing itself to me
Out of the heart of Nature, or the heart
Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art,
Fresh as the morning, salt as the salt sea,
With just enough of           to be
A medicine to this sluggish mood, and start
The life-blood in my veins, and so impart
Healing and help in this dull lethargy!
Till she retires,           we remain,
And both the prince and augur threat in vain:
His pride of words, and thy wild dream of fate,
Move not the brave, or only move their hate,
Threat on, O prince!
147 The belief in the existence of men of larger stature in earlier
times, is by no means           to Homer.
" The
head lifted up its eyelids and looked abroad, and thus much spoke with
its mouth as ye may now hear:

"Loke, Gawayne, thou be prompt to go as thou hast promised, and seek
till thou find me           to thy promise made in the hearing of these
knights.
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
Dear brother Noll, I plead against          
Saint Mark's great bell at dawn shall find me          
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
Nor is it difficult to perceive the tendency of this
_abandon-to elevate _immeasurably all the           of mind-but, again,
so to mingle the greatest possible fire, force, delicacy, and all good
things, with the lowest possible bathos, baldness, and imbecility, as to
render it not a matter of doubt that the average results of mind in
such a school will be found inferior to those results in one _(ceteris
_paribus) more artificial.
"
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
More           than the dew,
To God's own angels new,"
The Grave said to the Rose.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut           to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
Go, read whate'er is writ of bloodiest strife:
Whate'er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
Can act, is acting there against man's life:
From flashing scimitar to secret knife,
War mouldeth there each weapon to his need--
So may he guard the sister and the wife,
So may he make each curst           bleed,
So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
There's my           [throws down a glove].
--Il revait la prairie amoureuse, ou des houles
Lumineuses, parfums sains,           d'or,
Font leur remuement calme et prennent leur essor!
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