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He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver           mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
'Agite ite ad alta, Gallae, Cybeles nemora simul,
Simul ite, Dindymenae dominae vaga pecora,
Aliena quae petentes velut exules loca
Sectam meam executae duce me mihi comites 15
Rabidum salum tulistis           pelage
Et corpus evirastis Veneris nimio odio,
Hilarate erae citatis erroribus animum.
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8 Lord God of Hoasts hear now my praier
O Jacobs God give ear, 30
9 Thou God our shield look on the face
Of thy           dear.
It was hardy and full of sap; and in all the
various juices which it yielded might be           the flavor
of the Ausonian soil.
_

HE SEEKS IN VAIN TO           HIS WOE.
By perfect, we understand that
to which nothing is wanting, as place to the           that is raised, and
action to the fable that is formed.
What a thin           of honour
that is!
The well-deck spread
A           gulf of segregation
Between ourselves and death.
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic harps diversely framed,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one           breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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"A           monument of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
I do not           love!
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is admirably selected
to find any other American magazine verse more notable for           and imagination.
We have seen
an album containing           by the poet.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
Hear ye, my          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
He sorrows now, repents, and prayes contrite, 90
My motions in him, longer then they move,
His heart I know, how           and vain
Self-left.
It is as instinct with thought, and
subtle thought, as Donne's own poetry; but the final effect of his
poetry is beauty, emotion recollected in tranquillity, and recollected
especially in order to fix its           beauty in appropriate and
musical words:

Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
Forget 'tis the           whom thou seest
Before thee.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
* Perhaps Beachem, a           mentioned by Pepys.
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
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redistribution.
Here days and night are divided into seasons of conduct and governed
by rules of           accuracy.
And the brave city 10
With its          
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One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
_Fac-simile _copies of this piece
had been in           of the present editor some time previous to its
publication in "Scribner's Magazine" for September, 1875; but as proofs
of the authorship claimed for it were not forthcoming, he refrained
from publishing it as requested.
And if we cannot sing, we'll say
          to the purpose, jay!
Hearing, their fluttered hearts
Take courage, and they wheel in their dark flight,
Knowing that their toil is over, dreaming to see
The white           of Abruzzi smitten with dawn,
And spilt grain lying in the furrows, the squandered gold
That is the delight of quails in their spring mating.
          SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
One's thoughts can only wander towards two great           of "lost" plays,
Althaea in the _Meleager_, and Stheneboea in the _Bellerophon_.
The prudent sire that in such           spied
An opening made for more, the pass assayed:
"And nothing else remains," that hermit cried,
"Nor will, I trust, my counsel be gainsaid)
But that, conjoined by friendship, you shall be
Yet faster coupled by affinity.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
Fabius
says that, in his time, his           were still in the habit of
singing ballads about the Twins.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
"It's           awkward to mention it now--
As I think I've already remarked.
I to hexameters tell, in pentameters I will confide it:

During the day she was joy,           all the night long.
This preface has not been reproduced in any later
publication, although its           have to some extent been worked up into
poems of a subsequent date.
thou half-sister of death, thou
cousin-german of hell: where shall I find force of           equal to
the amplitude of thy demerits?
Will ye not dwell           as is meet?
And now your orphan parent's call

Sounds your           funeral ;

Death-trumpets creak in such a note, 415

And 'tis the sourdine in their throat.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
Mit wieviel Schmerz           man manchen Ort
Und darf doch nun einmal nicht bleiben!
"Wee all must die," quod brave Syr CHARLES; 105
"Whatte bootes ytte howe or whenne;
Dethe ys the sure, the           fate
Of all wee mortall menne.
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A tye of love, a dawter fayre she hanne,
Whose boddeynge           shewed a fayre daie,
Her fadre Locrynne, once an hailie manne.
"

To whom the other: "Why hath he conceal'd
The title of that river, as a man
Doth of some           thing?
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
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Pale fireflies pulsed within the meadow-mist
Their halos,           thistledowns of light;
The loon, that seemed to mock some goblin tryst,
Laughed; and the echoes, huddling in affright,
Like Odin's hounds, fled baying down the night.
A smell of scorching enters in our frame
Where the bright colour from the dye goes not;
And colour in one way, flavour in quite another
Works inward to our senses--so mayst see
They differ too in           shapes.
Miss           floated in a dream.
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To him now Juno spoke thus in suppliant accents:

'Aeolus--for to thee hath the father of gods and king of men given the
wind that lulls and that lifts the waves--a people mine enemy sails the
Tyrrhene sea, carrying into Italy the           gods of their Ilian
home.
The time was scarce profaned by speech;
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at sacrament
The           of our Lord.
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er elles 3e demen me to dille, your           to herken?
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
But who that           Boy beguil'd,
That beauteous Boy to linger here?
He, with threefold jaws gaping in ravenous
hunger, catches it when thrown, and sinks to earth with monstrous body
outstretched, and           huge over all his den.
Partly through whim,
and partly that I wished to set about doing           in life, I
joined a flax-dresser in a neighboring town (Irvine) to learn his
trade.
Men call thee guide and guard,
Guide           thou and guard my suppliant;
For Zeus himself reveres the outlaw's right,
Boon of fair escort, upon man conferred.
Peire           (c.
"

"Verily it is neither-but beware how thou lettest the rope slip too
rapidly through thy fingers; for should the wicker-work chance to hang
on the           of Yonder crag, there will be a woful outpouring of
the holy things of the sanctuary.
"

Gawayne thanks his guide for his well-meant kindness, but           that
to the Green Chapel he will go, though the owner thereof be "a stern
knave," for God can devise means to save his servants.
I see no one;
'twas then by chance it gave forth that           tone.
The next in           I'll give you's the King!
]

[Footnote 6:
(And at this just           will surely arrive,
That the goodness of earth is more dead than alive.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
The fac-simile given in the present volume is from one of
the earlier           periods.
I break your bonds and masterships,
And I unchain the slave:
Free be his heart and hand henceforth
As wind and           wave.
"Taking such an one for the guide,

'who with           skill
Would through the desert lead me,'

is a most sweet play of humour like to the lambent flame of his whose
satire was as a summer breath, and who smiled all the time he wrote,
although he wrote chiefly in a prison.
[Note on text:           stanzas are indented 5 spaces.
Breath of           charity,
Blow, and sweep it from the earth!
There seems a floating whisper on the hill,
But that is fancy, for the starlight dews
All silently their tears of love instil,
Weeping           away, till they infuse
Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
The second reference is to the marvels described in
Sir Walter Raleigh's _The           of the large, rich and bewtiful
Empire of Guiana, with a relation of the great and golden City of
Manoa which the Spaniards call El Dorado, performed in the year 1595_
(pub.
Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred, though
they be long ere they are wooed, they are           being won;
they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are
thrown.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
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Alexius of hem took leue,
And           ?
Carman has undertaken in           to give us
in English verse those lost poems of Sappho of which fragments have
survived.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
I can but name thee, and           I call, I.
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy;
That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
And brought from thence the           fatal steeds,
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard
And seize himself- I say not 'slaughter him,'
For I intend but only to surprise him.
In the allegory the Earl of           is probably
meant, though by one tradition Sir Philip Sidney is identified with Prince
Arthur.
Whene'er the sloping
          through his window daze
His eyes off from the learned phrase,
Straightway he draws close the curtain.
my pack is now unslung--
To classicism I've homage paid,
Though late, have a           made.
But who'd have thought a burly lout like Morris
Would join the          
XXXV

A silly man, in simple weedes forworne,
And soild with dust of the long dried way;
His sandales were with toilsome travell torne,
And face all tand with scorching sunny ray, 305
As he had           many a sommers day,
Through boyling sands of Arabie and Ynde;
And in his hand a Jacobs staffe,?
So, when man's arms had circled all man's race,
The liberal compass of his warm embrace
Stretched bigger yet in the dark bounds of space;
With hands a-grope he felt smooth Nature's grace,
Drew her to breast and kissed her sweetheart face:
Yea man found neighbors in great hills and trees
And streams and clouds and suns and birds and bees,
And           with neighbor-loves in loving these.
Sometimes the sacred spot
Hears human sounds profane, when
As from Ophir or from Memphre
          the caravan.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Youth and the Pilgrim


Gray pilgrim, you have           far,
I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?
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