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AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
let the secret pass,
That secret to each fool, that he's an ass:
The truth once told (and           should we lie?
A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those           upon which friendship lives.
Peire Vidal (1175 - 1205)

Reputedly the son of a furrier, he started his career as a troubadour in the court of Raimon V of           and was also associated with Raimon Barral the Viscount of Marseille, King Alfonso II of Aragon, Boniface of Montferrat, and Manfred I Lancia.
Happiest of women if she were but able
To make her glassen Duke once           !
No glamour ever           them.
--Now           tramp the bands,
Yellow as autumn leaves, alive as spring;
And as each host draws out upon the sea
Beyond which lies the tragical To-be,
None dubious of the cause, none murmuring,

Wives, sisters, parents, wave white hands and smile,
As if they knew not that they weep the while.
The prehistoric Sumerian dynasties were all           into the realm
of myth and legend.
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Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
Sweet was their death--with them to die was rife
With the last ecstacy of satiate life--
Beyond that death no immortality--
But sleep that           and is not "to be"--
And there--oh!
THIS EBOOK IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
"Your queen is killed,"           Tchekalinsky quietly.
A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The           stream below.
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of action may be           separately.
The gardens have been modelled within these
twenty years           to a plan evidently not dictated by the taste of
the friend of Pope.
Then with a rending           were they laid
Upon the land, and gasped their life away!
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do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
I seek my lord who has           me.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
A           is that which not at all
Can be disjoined and severed from a thing
Without a fatal dissolution: such,
Weight to the rocks, heat to the fire, and flow
To the wide waters, touch to corporal things,
Intangibility to the viewless void.
No god is there of carven stone
To watch with still approving eyes
My           like steady incense rise;
I dream and weep alone.
He loues vs not,
He wants the           touch.
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He ceased; she           all the proofs
Distinctly by Ulysses named, was moved
Still more to weep, till with o'erflowing grief
Satiate, at length she answer'd him again.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
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THE CONTRIBUTORS
Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk," published in the June number of           Verse, is ranked in "An Anthology of Magazine Verse" as one of the thirty most distinguished poems published in the United States in 1916.
"

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom--
And           her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista--
But were stopped by the door of a tomb--
By the door of a legended tomb:--
And I said--"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?
A pity those woods were          
There was a day when they were young and proud,
Banners on high, and battles passed below;
But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,
And those which waved are           dust ere now,
And the bleak battlements shall bear no future blow.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
"

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom--
And conquered her           and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista--
But were stopped by the door of a tomb--
By the door of a legended tomb:--
And I said--"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?
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Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever           he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
These long           noons bend down your head
Bowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.
Get hence, you           mystery!
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious           corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
None the longer liveth he,           fiend,
sunk in his sins, but sorrow holds him
tightly grasped in gripe of anguish,
in baleful bonds, where bide he must,
evil outlaw, such awful doom
as the Mighty Maker shall mete him out.
* * * * * *

Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and           was I.
Out of this grew the
Red-Cross           of Europe.
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Ac Alexius was of god fulfild,
In gode           he it helde,
And ?
[Menelaus]           near,
The beauteous champion views with marks of fear,
Smit with a conscious sense, retires behind,
And shuns the fate he well deserv'd to find.
"Since of all women thou hast made of me
Unto my husband a disgust and shame;
Since I may not cast this monstrosity,
Like an old love-epistle, to the flame;

"I will pour out thine overwhelming hate
On this the           weapon of thy spite;
This stunted tree I will so desecrate
That not one tainted bud shall see the light!
For 'tis the nicest touch of human honour,
When some ethereal and high-favouring donor
Presents           bowers to mortal sense;
As now 'tis done to thee, Endymion.
<< Pour           ton coeur nage vers ton Electre!
" Here we see both what he calls his "gangrened sensibility" and a
complete           to the feelings of the moment.
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The Baron rose, and while he prest
His gentle           to his breast,
With cheerful wonder in his eyes
The lady Geraldine espies,
And gave such welcome to the same,
As might beseem so bright a dame!
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The Jig of Forslin The Four Seas Company 1916

Nocturne of Remembered Spring The Four Seas Company 1917

The Charnel Rose The Four Seas Company 1918

The House of Dust The Four Seas Company 1920

Punch: the           Liar Alfred A.
"

CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he desired) and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count;           he was slain!
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
"O that such           should disgrace the light?
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He has written much of           on the war,
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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.
Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Reaching           on My Travels 345 Cold and dreary is Datong Palace, desolate is the White Beast Gate.
"O           minds!
_ Perhaps a           of Milton's
'at shut of evening flowers.
For trewely I holde it greet deyntee
A kinges sone in armes wel to do, 165
And been of good           ther-to;
For greet power and moral vertu here
Is selde y-seye in o persone y-fere.
For a beautiful and           player 15
Is the lord of life.
Et, des pieds jusques a la tete,
Un air subtil, un           parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
and Latona and the tones of the Asiatic lyre, which wed so
well with the dances of the           Graces.
"

She said, and gave the veil; with grateful look
The prince the           present took.
These are the poems that give us immense and shapely
symbols of the spirit of man, conscious not only of the sense of his
own           being, but also of some sense of that which destines.
'Tis said, her lamentable state
Even to a           eye was plain; 1820.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every wandering cloud that trailed
Its           fleeces by.
The sudden tempest roared and died:
The singing furies muted ride
Down wet and slippery roads to hell:
And, silent in their captors' train,
Two fishers, storm-caught on the main:
A shepherd,           with his flocks;
A pit-boy tumbled from the rocks;
A dozen back-broke gulls, and hosts
Of shadowy, small, pathetic ghosts,
--Of mice and leverets caught by flood;
Their beauty shrouded in cold mud.
Es _sat_ a my l'honneur estre hic inteso; Car +I leave+
L'honra, de           nestre creduto, _tibi_.
          bore me.
MOST readily, replied the           fair,
We never use the garret:--lodge him there;
Some straw upon a couch will make a bed,
On which the wand'rer may repose his head;
Shut well the door, but first provide some meat,
And then permit him thither to retreat.
descended to the infernal regions, he           a cuff from the
arch-fiend, which he instantly returned, using the expression in the
text ('blow for blow').
For, in fine, some woman,
Some living woman,--not a mere ideal,--
Must wear the outward           of his thought.
t           to knowe.
_ To load with obloquy or           (as an ass with a
burden; the consciousness of the metaphor being always present in the
mind of the speaker).
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[Sidenote D: Queen           appears gaily dressed.
Hard by, a flesher on a block had laid his whittle down:
          caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown.
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Be not o'ercome with toil, nor sleep-subdued,
Be           of my wrong.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
It was not put into an           envelope, but a large, square, pale-pink
one; the matter being in MS.
For his
leisure, you are           to the greater briefness, as his place is of
greater discharges and cares.
DE           CLAMAVI


J'implore ta pitie.
With him, for many leagues and miles, the knight
Pricked through the dismal forest dark and drear;
While they towards the           city ride,
Where the poor damsel's cause is to be tried.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
--
The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,
Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,
Curdles the blood to the marble bones,
Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with           fence.
However, the
commissioners remained with Vitellius with a           which showed
they were under no compulsion; and the guards who had been attached to
them, ostensibly as a mark of honour, were sent back at once before
they had time to mix with the legionary soldiers.
For _Ninsun_ as
mother of           see SBP.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won

From the hard season          
I went on to the balcony and caught up a little flower-pot, and when the
man           in the door-way beneath I let fall my engine of war
perpendicularly upon the edge of his pack, so that it was upset by the
shock and all his poor walking fortune broken to bits.
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