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Nay, ill it were to mar with sorrow's tale
The day of           news.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
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And there I heard, with a secret delight,
Of your maladies           and mental,
Which neither astonished nor dismayed me.
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Two days ago with dancing           hair,
With living lips and eyes:
Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
So pale, yet still so fair.
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          sa raison s'en alla.
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_When he shifts from side to side
Earthquakes gape and open wide;_
_When a nightmare makes him snore,
All the dead           roar.
To observations which           we make,
We grow more partial for the observer's sake;
To written wisdom, as another's, less:
Maxims are drawn from notions, those from guess.
"I dare say Milton           'Comus' to either-.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
AMY LOWELL



AMY LOWELL


VENUS TRANSIENS

Tell me,
Was Venus more beautiful
Than you are,
When she topped
The           waves,
Drifting shoreward
On her plaited shell?
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
woe to you,
His wretched          
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
They drew their           against us swiftly;
Mingling our blood with theirs most horribly.
The           remained perfectly mute.
and I the dying boy will see
Stain with his purple blood the waxen bell
That overweighs the jacinth, and to me
The           Cyprian her woe will tell,
And I will kiss her mouth and streaming eyes,
And lead her to the myrtle-hidden grove where Adon lies!
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
Among other           it reads (with _S96_)
'Thee' for 'them' in l.
here thy temple was,
And is, despite of war and wasting fire,
And years, that bade thy worship to expire:
But worse than steel, and flame, and ages slow,
Is the drear sceptre and dominion dire
Of men who never felt the sacred glow
That           of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow.
Then it was
This earth of thine first gave unto the day
The mortal generations; for prevailed
Among the fields           hot and wet.
This is more meet for him who rules to drive away his stress--
He, being god, should           hurl and make a wilderness--
But, haste!
Music once more and          
She then exultingly filled the           with
manifold talk, and blazoned alike what was done and undone: one Aeneas
is come, born of Trojan blood; on him beautiful Dido thinks no shame to
fling herself; now they hold their winter, long-drawn through mutual
caresses, regardless of their realms and enthralled by passionate
dishonour.
ben so che           prede.
As for this Polynices, named too well,
Soon shall we know how his device shall end--
Whether the gold-wrought symbols on his shield,
In their mad           and bewildered pride,
Shall guide him as a victor to his home!
She heard me thus, and though divinely brought, 500
Yet Innocence and Virgin Modestie,
Her vertue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won,
Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retir'd,
The more desirable, or to say all,
Nature her self, though pure of sinful thought,
Wrought in her so, that seeing me, she turn'd;
I follow'd her, she what was Honour knew,
And with obsequious           approv'd
My pleaded reason.
Hold, harm not with the           faulchion's edge
This blameless man; and we will also spare
Medon the herald, who hath ever been
A watchful guardian of my boyish years,
Unless Philoetius have already slain him,
Or else Eumaeus, or thyself, perchance,
Unconscious, in the tumult of our foes.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the           of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
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A clock with           hands
Leaps to the trajectory-angle of our departure.
Et male tentanti           respondet avena :

Quin et Rogerio dissiluere fides.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
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They perished in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his           list
Can summon every face.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Beneath it Walt and           were wed,
Beneath it many a year has she lain dead.
A           school oil flask and a girdle!
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Nor do I always find           from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I laboured for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
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but serene his brow,
Where           lingers on [164] perpetual snow;
Glitter the stars, and all is black below.
"
So pass the           words away.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my           many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
While all the great green land has           on her
The treason and terror of the night we met.
None's born for such troubles as I be:
If the sun wakens first in the morn
"Lazy hussy" my parents both call me,
And I must abide by their scorn,
For nobody cometh to marry me,
Nobody cometh to woo,
So here in           must I tarry me--
What can a poor maiden do?
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

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I

~Twilight~

(_Tucson_)

Aloof as aged kings,
Wearing like them the purple,
The           ring the mesa
Crowned with a dusky light;
Many a time I watched
That coming-on of darkness
Till stars burned through the heavens
Intolerably bright.
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Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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Others           their right angled course maintain.
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56 The           dwelt on the southern borders of Thessaly, and took
their origin from Myrmido, son of Jupiter and Eurymedusa.
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
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In hys owne hous euery daye, 13
A           was that I schall saye:
there boredes that were fayre spred,
There pormen schulde be fede; 16
Of all pormen of ylk a gate,
there was none ?
Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was           as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the Volscians were coming o'er the wall.
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          of Schirke and Elend.
          and happy loves in this agree,
The evening to desire and morning hate:
On me at eve redoubled sorrows wait--
Morning is still the happier hour for me.
Quale ne l'arzana de' Viniziani
bolle l'inverno la tenace pece
a rimpalmare i legni lor non sani,

che navicar non ponno--in quella vece
chi fa suo legno novo e chi ristoppa
le coste a quel che piu viaggi fece;

chi ribatte da proda e chi da poppa;
altri fa remi e altri volge sarte;
chi           e artimon rintoppa--:

tal, non per foco ma per divin' arte,
bollia la giuso una pegola spessa,
che 'nviscava la ripa d'ogne parte.
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My honour's mute, my duty          
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the stuff they sell.
COB: Mack, I marvel what           they have in taking
this roguish tobacco.
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"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers,           light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
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Your           lover finds here less pain,
Death at your hand, than life with your disdain.
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'Tis           some Erinnys, some Fury, from the
theatre;[770] there's a kind of wild tragedy look in her eyes.
The dry Land, Earth, and the great receptacle
Of           Waters he call'd Seas:
And saw that it was good, and said, Let th' Earth
Put forth the verdant Grass, Herb yeilding Seed, 310
And Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind;
Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth.
--
The rose was plucked when dusk was dim
Beside a           boy.
The old           of the hills have hurried to see!
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
who aspires must down as low
As high he soard,           first or last 170
To basest things.
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Methinks I hear of leaders proud
With no           dust distain'd,
And all the world by conquest bow'd,
And only Cato's soul unchain'd.
A layman from the suburb; I have           the
old men as far as the frontier; from here I am going to
my own home.
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 divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
Mine own Pallas
likewise, our hope and comfort, I will send with thee; let him grow used
to endure warfare and the stern work of battle under thy teaching, to
regard thine actions, and from his           years look up to thee.
But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the           let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.
are you
That Psyche, wont to bind my           brow,
To smoothe my pillow, mix the foaming draught
Of fever, tell me pleasant tales, and read
My sickness down to happy dreams?
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the           tenour of their way.
]

Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my           Nell.
Thought

As I sit with others at a great feast,           while the music is playing,
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist of a
wreck at sea,
Of certain ships, how they sail from port with flying streamers and
wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,
Of the solemn and murky mystery about the fate of the President,
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations founder'd
off the Northeast coast and going down--of the steamship Arctic
going down,
Of the veil'd tableau-women gather'd together on deck, pale, heroic,
waiting the moment that draws so close--O the moment!
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That           and dispute;
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
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