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"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
Mary, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
And thou hast plighted me love o' the          
But, if percase it seem to thee that mind
Itself can dart no           of its own
Into these bodies, wide thou wand'rest off.
,           of time, definite time, time_: nom.
As for the rest of the world, it           away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task, dalliance offered in love.
Those were all taken down,
and she was empty up to her nose, and the lights came through the port
holes--most           lights to work in till you got used to them.
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
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"Quite enough," replied he, with a complacent and           air.
his necke was long and fyne, 185
With which he           up excessive feast,
For want whereof poore people oft did pyne;
And all the way, most like a brutish beast,
He spued up his gorge, that all did him deteast.
CCXLVI

That Emperour calls on his Franks and speaks:
"I love you, lords, in whom I well believe;
So many great battles you've fought for me,
Kings overthrown, and           have redeemed!
e           q{uo}d I.
O           reflection in the sea!
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
This is not spoken to his disparagement, far from it; but
to direct the attention of thoughtful readers into whose hands these
notes may fall, to a           that may enlarge the circle of their
sensibilities, and tend to produce in them a catholic judgment.
In short, I observed everywhere the most perfect           for
keeping a wall in order, not even permitting the lichens to grow on
it, which some think an ornament; but then I saw no cultivation nor
pasturing within it to pay for the outlay, and cattle were strictly
forbidden to feed on the glacis under the severest penalties.
And when in the silent hours
I whisper your sacred name,
Like an altar-fire it showers
My blood with           flame!
[21] I say nothing of the           of _limen sali_.
* * * * *





WILFRID GIBSON



FIRE

In each black tile a mimic fire's aglow,
And in the hearthlight old mahogany,
Ripe with stored sunshine that in Mexico
Poured like gold wine into the living tree
Summer on summer through a century,
Burns like a crater in the heart of night:
And all           things in the ingle-light
Glow with a secret strange intensity.
You have caught
These golden hues from your           sunsets.
_ A kind of coarse
linen or cloth           with gum or paste.
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
          answer'd, once did live,
And drink; and Ah!
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
My belle amie

Let it not be

That any man scorns me from jealousy,

He'd pay me,

Dearly indeed

If lovers were parted by such as he;

Never would I live happily,

No           without you I see;

I'd flee

Run free

No man would find me readily;

An end

Of me,

Fine Lady, were you lost utterly.
But he was           mine enemy,
And hates the Spaniard--fiery-choleric,
A drinker of black, strong, volcanic wines,
That ever make him fierier.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your          
And swung their           hair.
How calm it was--the silence there
By such a chain was bound,
That even the busy woodpecker
Made stiller by her sound _60

The           quietness;
The breath of peace we drew
With its soft motion made not less
The calm that round us grew.
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"
-- "I take thy proffer in security,"
(Replied Marphisa), "that the faith so plight,
And goodness of thy heart, will prove no less,
Than are thy corporal           and hardiness.
Below thy sight the mortal cast,
And to the           vision give at last--
[_with a gesture_]
I must not say what termination!
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I entertain no base,           thoughts about you.
: _conuacate_ C
7           ACa Lachm.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse           to the oaten reed
Of the Sicilian swain.
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!
In 824 his           expired and he lived (with the nominal rank of
Imperial Tutor) at the village of Li-tao-li, near Lo-yang.
Then she, 'Let some one sing to us:           move
The minutes fledged with music:' and a maid,
Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
And first, 'tis needful there be many things
From whence the           flow of varied odours
May roll along, and we're constrained to think
They stream and dart and sprinkle themselves about
Impartially.
***


FRAGMENTS OF AN           DRAMA.
He trotted around miles of mediocre canvas,
saying an           word to the less talented, boiling over with holy
indignation or indulging in glacial irony, before the rash usurpers
occupying the seats of the mighty, and pouncing on new genius with
promptitude.
--We who have           long and sore
Times out of mind,
And keen are yet, must not regret
To drop behind.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where           are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
Shall come against him.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the East,
Who gave all his           a feast;
But they all ate so much, and their conduct was such,
That it killed that Old Man of the East.
O memory, take and keep
All that my eyes, your servants, bring you home--
Those other days beneath the low white dome
Of smooth-spread clouds that creep
As slow and soft as sleep,
When shade grows pale and the cypress stands upright,
Distinct in the cool light,
Rigid and solid as a dark hewn stone;
And many another night,
That melts in darkness on the narrow quays,
And changes every colour and every tone,
And soothes the waters to a softer ease,
When under constellations coldly bright
The           sailors sing their way to bed
On ships that motionless in harbour float.
          a me; che le memorie triste
in te non sono ancor da l'acqua offense>>.
Joy tunes his voice, joy           his wings.
Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
To better counsel then           lend;
Take due refreshment, and the watch attend.
The general has mastered           plans, headquarters abounds with talent.
Matzner           brayn-wod.
That he had in youth the
feelings of a poet I believe-for there are glimpses of extreme delicacy
in his writings-(and           is the poet's own kingdom-his _El
Dorado)-but they _have the appearance of a better day recollected; and
glimpses, at best, are little evidence of present poetic fire; we know
that a few straggling flowers spring up daily in the crevices of the
glacier.
[500] No doubt Socrates           flour over the head of Strepsiades in
the same manner as was done with the sacrificial victims.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
I dimly do recall

"Some tiny sphere I built long back
(Mid           of such shapes of mine)
So named .
Whither dost thou loiter, by what           hollows,
Where oleanders scatter their ambrosial fire?
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Lass mich an ihrer Brust          
I feel as           by all you've said,
As if 'twere a mill-wheel going round in my head!
So soon as I know of your arrival at Dunlop, I will take the first
conveniency to           a day, or perhaps two, to you and friendship,
under the guarantee of the Major's hospitality.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
Indeed, I have no faith in the selected lists
of           gentlemen.
Who hath the power
At once to roll a multitude of skies,
At once to heat with fires ethereal all
The fruitful lands of multitudes of worlds,
To be at all times in all places near,
To stablish darkness by his clouds, to shake
The serene spaces of the sky with sound,
And hurl his lightnings,--ha, and whelm how oft
In ruins his own temples, and to rave,
          to the wildernesses, there
At practice with that thunderbolt of his,
Which yet how often shoots the guilty by,
And slays the honourable blameless ones!
Your feet cut steel on the paths,
I           for the strength
of life and grasp.
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The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands           thrown.
Ay, on this earthly sun, this charming vision,
Turn thy back           now!
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us Johnny, do,
"Where all this long night you have been,
"What you have heard, what you have seen,
"And Johnny, mind you tell us true.
          catalogues the Lucknow MS.
Glide by the banks of virgins, then, and pass
The showers of roses, lucky four-leav'd grass:
The while the cloud of younglings sing
And drown ye with a flowery spring;
While some repeat
Your praise and bless you, sprinkling you with wheat;
While that others do divine,
_Bless'd is the bride on whom the sun doth shine_;
And thousands gladly wish
You           as doth a fish.
--Lo, thou hast heard the tokens that I give:
Speak now thy race, and tell a           tale;
In sooth, this people loves not many words.
Frissonnant sous son deuil, la chaste et maigre Elvire,
Pres de l'epoux perfide et qui fui son amant
          lui reclamer un supreme sourire
Ou brillat la douceur de son premier serment.
From an old hag do I advice          
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
You do well to be           silent here.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that           the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Time           words, like love.
How many bullets          
īren āter-tēarum fāh (steel which
is dipped in poison or in           sap of plants), 1460.
Women said that the two girls kept           through deep mistrust, each
fearing that the other would steal a march on her.
les           les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Qui fait revivre les morts!
so his fame
Should share in nature's immortality,
A           thing!
We've no           down there at all.
Just then, Clarissa drew with           grace
A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case:
So Ladies in Romance assist their Knight,
Present the spear, and arm him for the fight.
Spir: Care and utmost shifts
How to secure the lady from surprisal,
Brought to my mind a certain Shepherd Lad
Of small regard to see to, yet well skill'd 620
In every           plant and healing herb
That spreds her verdant leaf to th'morning ray,
He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me sing,
Which when I did, he on the tender grass
Would sit, and hearken even to extasie,
And in requitall ope his leather'n scrip,
And shew me simples of a thousand names
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties;
Amongst the rest a small unsightly root,
But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; 630
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another Countrey, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this soyl:
Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swayn
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon,
And yet more med'cinal is it then that Moly
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave;
He call'd it Haemony, and gave it me,
And bad me keep it as of sov'ran use
'Gainst all inchantments, mildew blast, or damp 640
Or gastly furies apparition;
I purs't it up, but little reck'ning made,
Till now that this extremity compell'd,
But now I find it true; for by this means
I knew the foul inchanter though disguis'd,
Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,
And yet came off: if you have this about you
(As I will give you when we go) you may
Boldly assault the necromancers hall;
Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood, 650
And brandish't blade rush on him, break his glass,
And shed the lushious liquor on the ground,
But sease his wand, though he and his curst crew
Feirce signe of battail make, and menace high,
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoak,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
The city about me
Resolves itself into sound of many voices,
          and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
A marvel--
The dead child all at once began to          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
THE           BEAUTY.
'

He may have seen some cave that was the bed of a rivulet by some river
side, or have followed some mountain stream to its source in a cave,
for from his return to England rivers and streams and wells, flowing
through caves or rising in them, came into every poem of his that
was of any length, and always with the           of symbols.
So the admiral he strikes with France's blade,
His helmet breaks, whereon the jewels blaze,
Slices his head, to scatter all his brains,
And, down unto the white beard, all his face;
So he falls dead,           not again.
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