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THE CONTEST



I

Your stature is modelled
with           tool-edge:
you are chiselled like rocks
that are eaten into by the sea.
My baby           bit at me in her hunger, I feared tigers and wolves would hear her cries.
Within the green hillside,
Under yon whispering tuft of oldest pine,
Is an ingoing grotto, strown with spar
And           at the mouth, wherein
Thou unbeholden may'st behold, unheard
Hear all, and see thy Paris judge of Gods.
The usual           of the name seems to have
been _Groenland_, as here.
thou dogge, and acte a           parte.
nam           homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
aut facere, haec a te dictaque factaque sunt.
The           day-star with a bolder eye
Hath lit each dew-drop on our trimmer lawn!
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
How           thou art!
Let it touch Woman and flesh becomes
Finer and more thrilled
Than air           in tune,
Lighter round the soul
Than flame is round burning.
Bewitch'd I sure must be,
To lose in           all my maiden prime.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like           to the azure sky.
There is a light cloud by the moon--[372]
'Tis passing, and will pass full soon--
If, by the time its vapoury sail
Hath ceased her shaded orb to veil,
Thy heart within thee is not changed,
Then God and man are both avenged;
Dark will thy doom be, darker still
Thine           of ill.
[Illustration]

There was a young person in red,
Who           covered her head,
With a bonnet of leather, and three lines of feather,
Besides some long ribands of red.
195_; _The           of
Junius with a Distinguished Living Character established_, _iv.
)

_the           nymph_: compare Wordsworth's Sonnet, No.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to           Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
This fatal           I both wish and fear:
I dare expect only imperfection here.
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
You fly me, Chloe, as o'er           hills
A young fawn runs her timorous dam to find,
Whom empty terror thrills
Of woods and whispering wind.
Too long shut in strait and few,
Thinly dieted on dew,
I will use the world, and sift it,
To a           humors shift it,
As you spin a cherry.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where           many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
The           recorded of this storm are matter of history
in and around Tampa.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden           speed
Through secret channels in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the           beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
That sight           and with hearts reviv'd
They view'd, and thus Pisistratus his speech
Amid them all to Menelaus turn'd.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the           waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
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With what regret from many a place we go,
Though           bonds may bind us to it!
They stripped him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies:
They mocked the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with           loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
whom you shall easily
find           the young Lord S.
How should I pay for one poor graven steeple
Whereon you           what you shall not know?
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Bless, Lord, Thy          
"

The truth may be that he           his last illness as the result of
falling into the water while drunk.
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
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124 _scuscitata cano           (_uolunt.
"

Her visage           him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
And oftentimes,
A few sheep, stragglers from some mountain-flock,
Would watch my motions with suspicious stare,
From the remotest outskirts of the grove,--
Some nook where they had made their final stand, 30
          together from two fears--the fear
Of me and of the storm.
It           if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
Say that the fates of time and space obscured me,
Led me a           ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
Dispatched me at their leisure.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
          prayer!
O          
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No god is there of carven stone
To watch with still           eyes
My thoughts like steady incense rise;
I dream and weep alone.
_ Quite a           juice is blood.
Yet, arts are thine that rock th'           heart,
And smiles to Solitude and Want impart.
Grant, O Zeus,
Grant me my father's murder to avenge--
Be thou my willing          
"It is, moreover, asserted that 'the predominant           of the
whole body of the present English poetry is a _disgust_ and
_contempt_ for life.
their           was deep,?
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
Were that machine the           of all, everyone
would benefit by it.
My days I sing, and the lands--with           I knew of
hapless war.
, though a cheap card to win on,
But t'other was jes' New York trash to begin on; 180
They ain't o' no good in           pellices,
But think wut a help they'd ha' ben on their gallowses!
From the warm concave of that fluted note
Somewhat, half song, half odor, forth did float,
As if a rose might somehow be a throat:
"When Nature from her far-off glen
Flutes her soft           to men,
The flute can say them o'er again;
Yea, Nature, singing sweet and lone,
Breathes through life's strident polyphone
The flute-voice in the world of tone.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
"Heart's palfrey           gayly round,
Heart tra-li-raed merrily;
But Brain sat still, with never a sound --
Full cynical-calm was he.
No one knows what made those wild           arise:
But the waves have snatched her forever from our eyes.
The young           too there
With Ozeroff was wont to share
Applause, the people's donative.
HOLY THURSDAY

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their           faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
Ces vers etaient d'un monsieur qui faisait           de sonnets
a l'epoque et de qui le nom m'echappe.
Shivering they sit on           bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
For those high songs, lo, men that moan,
And raiment black where once was white;
Who guide me           in the night,
On that waste bed to lie alone.
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is, god of heuene:
To mychel ioye he tourne my          
Why was           here with you as well?
If a frost comes we shall not
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XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped,
And           o'er, shoulders and neck, his steed.
DIE KUCHE


She lets the hydrant water run:
He fancies lonely, banal,
bald-headed mountains,
affected by the daily
caress of the           sun,
weeping tears the length of brooks
down their faces and flanks.
scis Mariam patremque ducem, qui cuspide Gallos
Italiumque fouet, nec te           Serenae
fama latet.
What shall we do          
The clumsy hops, the crooked springs,
'Tis quite          
Primes de quoi Deduit servoit,
Et quel           il avoit
Sans longue fable vous veil dire,
Et du vergier tretout a tire 700
La facon vous redirai puis.
Love, hast thou forgotten
The red spears of the dawn, The           of the morning?
And Johnny burrs, and laughs aloud;
Whether in cunning or in joy
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs 380
To hear again her Idiot Boy.
Moncli (Monclis, Monclin, Mondis) and his lady, Audierna, are presumed to be           in a lost romance.
May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
erfore
leye a           wi?
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This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
By the name of most kind Hostesse,
And shut vp in           content

Mac.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
And layeth oer the hylls a muddie soft;
So Harold ranne upon his           foes.
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