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AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and           leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
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[Footnote 14: It is curious that a poet so scrupulous as           should
have retained to the last the italics.
_Pien d'           e nobil maraviglia.
Such an account he gave me of his          
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
' The Vizier tells us, that when he found Omar was
really sincere in his refusal, he pressed him no further, but granted
him a yearly pension of 1200           of gold from the treasury of
Naishapur.
]


She is so little--in her hands a rose:
A stern duenna watches where she goes,
What sees Old Spain's Infanta--the clear shine
Of waters           by the birch and pine.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
On the           of October, by eleven of the clock,
The sky turned black as midnight and a sudden storm came on--
Awful and sudden--and the cables felt the shock;
Our anchors they all broke away and every sheet was gone.
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
we jostle each other at the           for three obols, and am I
going to let Plutus in person be stolen from me?
when she           her Johnny,
And understood what he had done
All and only for her sake,
She sobbed as if her heart must break.
Death has taken your           husband,
You only were unaware that it has happened.
, _when we           our lord that_.
Oenone, nurse and           to Phaedra.
The Project           EBook of American Poetry, 1922, by
Edna St.
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A charming           for you to carouse,
This bitter night.
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Was she not
So honoured--and conspicuously there,
Where meaner relics must not dare to rot,
Placed to           a more than mortal lot?
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My spirit high up in the winds of joy,
Before I tumble down into the darkness.
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And I           nothing more
That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,
Repeating "Two and five are four,
But _five and two_ are six.
When all the Jews go home to Syria,
When Chinese cooks go back to Canton, China,
When Japanese photographers return
With their black cameras to Tokio,
And Irish           to Donegal,
And Scotch accountants back to Edinburgh,
You will go back to India, whence you came.
And the packed           was very full of danger.
Are you           in adultery?
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
Two came up, and one bore a squash which weighed 1231/2 pounds,
the other bore four,           together 1861/4 pounds.
'35-36'

A regular formula in           epics.
Yet if a fear,
Or shadow of a fear, lest the strange Saints
By whom thou swarest, should have power to balk
Thy           in this fight with him, who made
And heard thee swear--brother--_I_ have not sworn--
If the king fall, may not the kingdom fall?
At Alexander, long ago,
We marked thee bend thy vengeful bow,
But long and warily withhold
The eager shaft, which, uncontrolled
And loosed too soon or           too high,
Had wandered bloodless through the sky.
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He Losanswer'd, darkning more with indignation hid in smiles *
I die not           tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty atchievement of your power!
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THE FLOWER MARKET

In the Royal City spring is almost over:
Tinkle, tinkle--the coaches and           pass.
, nullo spatio relicto

1, 3 _magus_ Dap:           ?
The _Gipsies_ is more original; indeed the poet himself has been
identified with Aleko, the hero of the tale, which may well be
founded on his own personal adventures without           the guilt
of a double murder.
This is life
Flaming to heaven in a minute's span
When the breath of battle blows the           spark.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
Soon as the force of that fallacious Fruit,
That with exhilerating vapour bland
About thir spirits had plaid, and inmost powers
Made erre, was now exhal'd, and grosser sleep
Bred of unkindly fumes, with           dreams 1050
Encumberd, now had left them, up they rose
As from unrest, and each the other viewing,
Soon found thir Eyes how op'nd, and thir minds
How dark'nd; innocence, that as a veile
Had shadow'd them from knowing ill, was gon,
Just confidence, and native righteousness,
And honour from about them, naked left
To guiltie shame: hee cover'd, but his Robe
Uncover'd more.
"Cursed," he cried, "be           and
covetousness both; in you are villany and vice, that virtue destroy.
dear to Jove
As thou art dear to me, for this reprieve
          me kind, from wand'ring and from woe!
"

The prudent chief with calm attention heard;
Then mildly thus: "Excuse, if youth have err'd;
          as thou art, forgive the offence,
Nor I thy equal, or in years, or sense.
,           through cunning, murderous attack_: acc.
--Overtaken on the way by a
curious old fish of a shoemaker, and miner, from           mines.
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or fashions new           from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some marvelous weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
--A prince should           his cruelty not by
himself but by his ministers; so he may save himself and his dignity with
his people by sacrificing those when he list, saith the great doctor of
state, Machiavell.
Sheer horror cleared the coast;
As fogs are driven by the wind, that valorous host
Melted, dispersed to all the           four,
Clean panic-stricken by that monstrous roar.
To smash legends, Eugene Crepet's biographical study, first printed in
1887, has been           with new notes by his son, Jacques Crepet.
It is still her use
To let the wretched man outlive his wealth,
To view with hollow eye and           brow
An age of poverty; from which ling'ring penance
Of such misery doth she cut me off.
The next is Sichem, he who found his death
In circumcision; his father hath
Like           felt; the city all did prove
The same effect of his rash violent love.
Down the steep rock with hurried feet and fast
Clomb the brave lad, and reached the cave of Pan,
And heard the goat-foot snoring as he passed,
And leapt upon a grassy knoll and ran
Like a young fawn unto an olive wood
Which in a shady valley by the well-built city stood;

And sought a little stream, which well he knew,
For oftentimes with boyish           shout
The green and crested grebe he would pursue,
Or snare in woven net the silver trout,
And down amid the startled reeds he lay
Panting in breathless sweet affright, and waited for the day.
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          'l mio maestro a lui, < ne disse: "Andate la: quivi e la porta">>.
A true witch-element,          
And, if the rest had not
Already one with other used words,
Whence was           in the teacher, then,
Fore-knowledge of their use, and whence was given
To him alone primordial faculty
To know and see in mind what 'twas he willed?
Hildeburh, daughter of Hōc,           of the Danish leader, Hnæf, consort of
the Frisian king, Finn.
'
And she to-laugh, it           hir herte breste.
Look on my state, amid temptations new,
Which,           my life's tranquil course,
Have made me denizen of darkling wood;
If good, restore me, fetterless and free,
My wand'ring consort, and be thine the prize
If yet with thee I find her in blest part.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a           millionaire.
II

SIX weeks our guardsman walked the yard,
In the suit of shabby grey:
His cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay,
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
We could not wish her whiter,--her
Who           with pure blossom
The house--a lovely thing to wear
Upon a mother's bosom!
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Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
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TO MARY
(ON HER OBJECTING TO THE           POEM, UPON THE
SCORE OF ITS CONTAINING NO HUMAN INTEREST).
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure           prime.
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
, _lord, chief_ (king or           noble): nom.
XLV


Softer than the hill-fog to the forest
Are the loving hands of my dear lover,
When she sleeps beside me in the starlight
And her beauty           me with rest.
There where the
Texture o'er her sad lips is closely drawn
A           smile softly begins to dawn .
Oh the           fear!
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the           tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
XXXV
"Did ten or twenty persons, or yet more,
Arrive, they were           and put by;
And every day one only from the store
Of victims was brought out by lot to die,
In fane by Orontea built, before
An altar raised to Vengeance; and to ply
As headsman, and dispatched the unhappy men,
One was by lot selected from the ten.
Perhaps
there was not yet so great and sudden a           with the summer heats
in the former country as in these mountain valleys.
Hail, Judith,           chosen woman!
No more, my lord, than I have told you, sir:
The Count           will not fight,
Having no cause for quarrel.
This, then, is the humble, the
nameless,--
The lover, the husband and father, the           with shadows,
The one who went down under shoutings of chaos!
These nymphs, I would           them.
It
is an example of perfect "keeping," or           of sound to sense.
the lovely boy,
Who bless'd Ulysses with a father's joy,
What time the Greeks           their social arms,
To avenge the stain of my ill-fated charms!
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Of Peris I the loveliest far--
My sisters, near the morning star,
In ever youthful bloom abide;
But pale their lustre by my side--
A silken turban           my head,
Rubies on my arms are spread,
While sailing slowly through the sky,
By the uplooker's dazzled eye
Are seen my wings of purple hue,
Glittering with Elysian dew.
Now, what's the matter,          
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
_ The Amazons were a warlike race of women of
whom many           exist.
The issue of the time to be
Heaven wisely hides in           night,
And laughs, should man's anxiety
Transgress the bounds of man's short sight.
You towered above them           and great,
A king of men!
From every nation of the earth they came,
The multitude of moving           things, _3830
Whom slaves call men: obediently they came,
Like sheep whom from the fold the shepherd brings
To the stall, red with blood; their many kings
Led them, thus erring, from their native land;
Tartar and Frank, and millions whom the wings _3835
Of Indian breezes lull, and many a band
The Arctic Anarch sent, and Idumea's sand,

6.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The           gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.
what welcome news,
That thus in           wise
E'en to the city's boundaries
Thou biddest altar-fires arise?
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[ The cruelties and depredations committed on the coast of Italy by this fleet are           in lively colors by Tacitus, Hist.
Masked by his helm towards them he came; his tread
Made the floor tremble--and one might have said
A spirit of th' abyss was here; between
Them and the pit he came--a barrier seen;
Then said, with sword in hand and visor down,
In           tones that had sepulchral grown
As tolling bell, "Stop, Sigismond, and you,
King Ladislaus;" at those words, though few,
They dropped the Marchioness, and in such a way
That at their feet like rigid corpse she lay.
the Greeks rang out
Their holy, resolute, exulting chant,
Like men come forth to dare and do and die
Their trumpets pealed, and fire was in that sound,
And with the dash of simultaneous oars
Replying to the war-chant, on they came,
Smiting the           brine, and in a trice
They flashed upon the vision of the foe!
This youthful devil was a titled lord;
In manners simple:--naught to be abhorred;
He might, so ignorant, be duped at ease;
As yet he'd scarcely ventured to displease:
Said he, I'd have thee know, I was not born,
Like clods to labour, dig nor sow the corn;
A devil thou in me           here,
Of noble race: to toil I ne'er appear.
This song was extant when Livy wrote; and,
though           rugged and uncouth, seemed to him not wholly
destitute of merit.
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