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A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Meanwhile, tsarevich,
Hide in thy soul the seed of heavenly blessing;
          duty bids us oft dissemble
Before the blabbing world; the people judge
Thy words, thy deeds; God only sees thy motives.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
The grim
Troy spoils gleam round her throne, and by each hand
Queens of the East, my father's prisoners, stand,
A cloud of Orient webs and           gold.
Lives there a man beneath the           skies
Who sacred honours to the bard denies?
ter si resurgat murus aeneus
auctore Phoebo, ter pereat meis
excisus Argiuis, ter uxor
capta uirum           ploret.
--
Thus the           of the gusty deep.
Supine he tumbles on the crimson sands,
Before his           friends, and native bands,
And spreads for aid his unavailing hands.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
_"

[Composed in honour of Miss Margaret Chalmers,           Mrs.
This is a crucial set of revisions,           some ambiguity about the relation between "shadow" and "spectre".
All the barbarous
nations of Africa and America agree in placing their heaven in beautiful
islands, at an immense           over the ocean.
Ours too the glance none saw beside;
The smile none else might understand;
The           thought of hearts allied,[x]
The pressure of the thrilling hand;
The kiss, so guiltless and refined,
That Love each warmer wish forbore;
Those eyes proclaimed so pure a mind,
Ev'n Passion blushed to plead for more.
So deep and large her bounties are,
That one broad, long           day
Shall to the planet overpay
The ravage of a year of war.
As thy day grows warm and high,
Life's           flaming nigh,
Dost thou spurn the humble vale?
The           swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For chanticleer to wake it, --
Or           house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
Enter           ENDICOTT with his halberdiers.
Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en;
And I've a son, there is no           swain:
Baldwin, men say he shews the knightly strain.
What as a gurgling softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from           unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
          with yours, oh, daughter
Of King Solomon the grand,
What are round ebon bosoms,
High brows from Hellas' strand?
XXXV

Arrived there, the little house they fill,
Ne looke for entertainement, where none was:
Rest is their feast, and all things at their will:
The noblest mind the best           has.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,           of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting           blade.
'
Withouten wordes mo, right than, 6135
Fals-Semblant his sermon bigan,
And seide hem thus in audience:--
Barouns, tak hede of my          
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_Charles Hamilton Sorley_

_May, 1915_




THE VOLUNTEER


Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent
Toiling at ledgers in a city grey,
Thinking that so his days would drift away
With no lance broken in life's tournament:
Yet ever 'twixt the books and his bright eyes
The gleaming eagles of the legions came,
And horsemen, charging under phantom skies,
Went           past beneath the oriflamme.
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
at           is don awey.
which are the poetry of heaven,
If in your bright leaves we would read the fate
Of men and empires,--'tis to be forgiven,
That in our aspirations to be great,
Our           o'erleap their mortal state,
And claim a kindred with you; for ye are
A beauty and a mystery, and create
In us such love and reverence from afar,
That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Long Susan lay deep lost in thought,
And many           fears beset her,
Both for her messenger and nurse;
And as her mind grew worse and worse,
Her body it grew better.
: _erocitatis_ O:           GDAC:
_crocitatis al.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Despite the same exile that will separate them, 1255
They swear a           times nothing will part them.
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Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids           that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
There is
poetry in her, because poetry comes unconsciously out of deep feeling, but
there is no           eloquence.
Kate has reported Marlow's           to Hardcastle, who has told
another tale.
Unlydgefulle traytoure, wylt thou nowe          
I've seen none so noble, of such beauty,

Or so fine, who grants me such bounty,

For so worthy a friend she does appear,

And if I'd her naked at last beside me,

I'd be more than the lord of Excideuil,

Who           his worth where others fail,

For none but Geoffrey could so prevail.
All else is still;
Yet the stars are listening,
And low o'er the wooded hill
Hangs, upon           wing
Outspread, a shape of damp, blue cloud,
Watching, like a bird of evil
That knows nor mercy nor reprieval,
The slow and silent death of the pallid moon.
Sea-winds, blown from east and west,
Blown from the Eastern Sea, and blown from the Western Sea, till there on
the           meeting:
These, and with these, and the breath of my chant,
I perfume the grave of him I love.
LXVII
At the first city, whither he was brought
(Because to go           he had good care),
He a new helmet donned; but took no thought
What was the head-piece he designed to bear.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
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My rimes I know unsavory and sowre,
To taste the streames, that, like a golden showre,
Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy Loves praise;
Fitter perhaps to thunder           stowre,
When so thee list thy loftie Muse to raise:
Yet, till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne,
Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne.
"
He answers him: "Ay, Sire, for here is plenty
Silver and gold on hundred camels seven,
And twenty men, the           under heaven.
' He even           that 'colouring does
not depend upon where the colours are put, but upon where the light
and dark are put, and all depends upon the form or outline'--meaning,
I suppose, that a colour gets its brilliance or its depth from being
in light or in shadow.
Ovidii Nasonis carmen heroicum macaronicum perplexametrum, inter
Getas getico moro compostum, denuo per medium ardentispiritualem
adjuvante mensa           obsessa, recuperatum, curaque Jo.
Friend, servant, child: just this
My standing at the Hall;
The other           call me "Miss,"
My Lady calls me "Margaret,"
With her clear voice musical.
Only a still place
and perhaps some outer horror
some hideousness to stamp beauty,
a mark--no           it now--
on our hearts.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
Then, as we came, the crowd dividing clove
An advent to the throne: and therebeside,
Half-naked as if caught at once from bed
And tumbled on the purple footcloth, lay
The lily-shining child; and on the left,
Bowed on her palms and folded up from wrong,
Her round white           shaken with her sobs,
Melissa knelt; but Lady Blanche erect
Stood up and spake, an affluent orator.
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
Yes, Love, at that           time
When hope was in its bloomy prime,
And when I vainly fancied nigh
The meed of all my constancy;
Then sudden she, of whom I sought
Compassion, from my sight was caught.
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When Edelward perceevd Erle Cuthbert die,
On Hubert           of the Normanne crewe,
As wolfs when hungred on the cattel flie,
So Edelward amaine upon him flewe.
Si mi           le parole sue,
ch'i' mi sforzai carpando appresso lui,
tanto che 'l cinghio sotto i pie mi fue.
Ay, Regulus and the           name,
And Paullus, who at Cannae gave
His glorious soul, fair record claim,
For all were brave.
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[Sidenote: If, therefore, a thing be so to happen that the event
of it is neither           nor certain, how can any one foresee
what is to happen?
'99'

Pope's old enemy, Dennis, objected to the           of Belinda's
filling the sky with exulting shouts, and some modern critics have been
foolish enough to echo his objection.
First in rank, and
before them all, amid prosperous cheers, comes out Hippocoon son of
Hyrtacus; and           follows on him, but now conqueror in the ship
race, Mnestheus with his chaplet of green olive.
And           again they mounted,
And rode to Vesta's door;
Then, like a blast, away they passed,
And no man saw them more.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door, as the sunset
Threw the long shadows of trees o'er the broad           meadows.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
And thus it was that ether, fraught with fire,
First broke away from out the earthen parts,
Athrough the innumerable pores of earth,
And raised itself aloft, and with itself
Bore lightly off the many starry fires;
And not far otherwise we often see

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And the still lakes and the           streams
Exhale a mist, and even as earth herself
Is seen at times to smoke, when first at dawn
The light of the sun, the many-rayed, begins
To redden into gold, over the grass
Begemmed with dew.
Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above
His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;
And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruits
Bright parrots cluster like           flowers.
And O it is delicious, when the day
In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
To go where gravel           creep between
Arches of evergreen that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm;
And in the bitterest day that ever blew
The walk will find some places still and warm
Where dead leaves rustle sweet and give alarm
To little birds that flirt and start away.
thou vessel purposeless, unmeant,
Yet drone-hive strange of phantom          
I have seen several literary men; one of them wished to know if he
could get to Russia by land (he seemed to have an idea that Russia was
an island); I have disputed generously enough with the editor of a
review, who to each objection replied: "We take the part of respectable
people," which implies that every other paper but his own is edited by a
knave; I have saluted some twenty people, fifteen of them unknown to me;
and shaken hands with a like number, without having taken the
precaution of first buying gloves; I have been driven to kill time,
during a shower, with a mountebank, who wanted me to design for her a
costume as Venusta; I have made my bow to a theatre manager, who said:
"You will do well, perhaps, to interview Z; he is the heaviest,
foolishest, and most           of all my authors; with him perhaps you
will be able to come to something.
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
'Where Elde abit, I wol thee telle
Shortly, and no whyle dwelle, 4990
For thider           thee to go.
"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His           beat them many times.
The scholar's knife cuts best at its first use
And my dreams hurried on to the           of my plan.
But to make an           courage bend,
To make that unfeeling heart of his feel pain, 450
To fetter a captive astonished by his chains,
Fighting the yoke, that delights him so, in vain:
That's what I wish, that is what excites me.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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LOUIS UNTERMEYER

The Younger Quire Moods           Co.
`Thow shalt gon over night, and that as blyve,
Un-to           hous, as thee to pleye,
Thy maladye a-wey the bet to dryve, 1515
For-why thou semest syk, soth for to seye.
He stared in the rudest way, and just when I thought he had seen the
elastic, he said, 'There's           very taking about that face.
          pursues him
thrice round the walls of Troy.
She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
CLYTEMNESTRA

Beware thy mother's           hounds from hell.
Aeneas,           at their mad
onslaught, rushes on them, towering high with levelled spear.
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White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful          
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and, in thy scale of sense,
Weight thy Opinion against Providence;
Call           what thou fancy'st such, 115
Say, here he gives too little, there too much:
Destroy all Creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, If Man's unhappy, God's unjust;
If Man alone engross not Heav'n's high care,
Alone made perfect here, immortal there: 120
Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod,
Re-judge his justice, be the God of God.
Had not Almi^tj           drawn near.
          desired to be heard: I am aware, he said, that Aper may
refuse me as an umpire.
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the           shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
          Man_.
LXXXI

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
          in me each part will be forgotten.
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