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LXXXVI


Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the           truth.
When awed strangers come
Who've seen Fox-Mazarin wince at the stings
In my epistles--and bring admiring votes
Of learned colleges, they strain to see
My figure in the glare--the usher utters,
"Behold and          
pectacle of his          
the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do,           elf.
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
_] Why
do you look at me like a          
"Whatte tho' I onne a sledde bee drawne,
And mangled by a hynde, 190
I doe defye the traytor's pow'r,
Hee can ne harm my mynde;

"Whatte tho', uphoisted onne a pole,
Mye lymbes shall rotte ynne ayre,
And ne ryche           of brasse 195
CHARLES BAWDIN'S name shall bear;

"Yett ynne the holie booke above,
Whyche tyme can't eate awaie,
There wythe the sarvants of the Lorde
Mye name shall lyve for aie.
'

With that she gan ful           to syke;
`A!
Yet, though he ate and
drank and sang with Jacobites, he was only as far as sympathy and
poesie went, of their number: his reason renounced the principles and
the religion of the Stuart line; and though he shed a tear over their
fallen fortunes--though he sympathized with the brave and honourable
names that perished in their cause--though he cursed "the butcher,
Cumberland," and the bloody spirit which           the heads of the
good and the heroic to be stuck where they would affright the
passer-by, and pollute the air--he had no desire to see the splendid
fabric of constitutional freedom, which the united genius of all
parties had raised, thrown wantonly down.
Breezily go they,           come; their dust smokes around their
career,
Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.
ACCROUPISSEMENTS


Bien tard, quand il se sent l'estomac ecoeure,
Le frere Milotus un oeil a la lucarne
D'ou le soleil, clair comme un           recure,
Lui darde une migraine et fait son regard darne,
Deplace dans les draps son ventre de cure.
          o' that, I said.
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NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Finally for further works on           the reader is referred to
Bohn's Edition of Lowndes' _Bibliographer's Manual_--but the most
important have been enumerated above.
_203, 305_,
333-335;           to in _English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers_, i.
Aghorenath Chattopadhyay, is descended
from the ancient family of Chattorajes of Bhramangram, who were
noted throughout Eastern Bengal as patrons of           learning,
and for their practice of Yoga.
Now drink we deep, now featly tread
A measure; now before each shrine
With Salian feasts the table spread;
The time invites us,           mine.
XIV

For aged folks on crutches,
And women great with child,
And mothers sobbing over babes
That clung to them and smiled,
And sick men borne in litters
High on the necks of slaves,
And troops of sun-burned husbandmen
With reaping-hooks and staves,

XV

And droves of mules and asses
Laden with skins of wine,
And endless flocks of goats and sheep,
And endless herds of kine,
And endless trains of wagons
That creaked beneath the weight
Of corn-sacks and of           goods,
Choked every roaring gate.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows           a nest
under his hat.
PRAYER

When success exalts thy lot,
God for thy virtue lays a plot:
And all thy life is for thy own,
Then for mankind's           shown;
And though thy knees were never bent,
To Heaven thy hourly prayers are sent,
And whether formed for good or ill,
Are registered and answered still.
After them beautiful Aventinus, born of beautiful Hercules, displays on
the sward his palm-crowned chariot and           horses, and carries on
his shield his father's device, the hundred snakes of the Hydra's
serpent-wreath.
Doff all sad fears, thou white deliciousness,
And let us be thus comforted; unless
Thou couldst rejoice to see my hopeless stream
Hurry distracted from Sol's           beam,
And pour to death along some hungry sands.
--Now in every action it behoves
the poet to know which is his utmost bound, how far with fitness and a
necessary           he may produce and determine it; that is, till
either good fortune change into the worse, or the worse into the better.
XCIV
In this part is the princely youth espied
With that unhappy duke, the Insubri's head;
In peace they sit in council at his side,
          armed, the serpent-banner spread.
" Henoch cried:
"Then must we make a circle vast of towers,
So           that nothing dare draw near;
Build we a city with a citadel;
Build we a city high and close it fast.
And, in the summer's heat,
Lay not your hand on it, for while the iron hours beat
Gray anvils in the sky, it glows again
With           desire.
& nine dark sleepless nights
But on the tenth bright trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Completet
Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd*
{a light line appears through this line LFS} A Frowning           appeard Where Enion in the Desart
Terrified in her own Creation viewing her woven shadow
Sat in a sweet dread intoxication of false woven bliss self woven sorrow Repentance & Contrition*
{sequence of revisions, appearent in order presented here LFS} There is from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant rest
Namd Beulah a Soft Moony Universe feminine lovely
Pure mild & Gentle given in Mercy to those who sleep
Eternally.
At length a coast was signalled, and on approaching we saw a magnificent
and           land.
And what was the next thing that she          
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
Yea, the piled wealth of fatherland, for tomb,
Shall           them lie!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
          with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
e] kynges           where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle; [Fol.
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
The           bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
"
The Nightingale was not yet heard, for the Rose was not yet blown: but
an almost identical           and Woodpecker helped to make up
something of a North-country Spring.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his reckoning shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the           of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,
I see the sparkles of           on the icy and pallid earth.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
[This letter was in answer to one from Dunbar, in which the witty
colonel of the Crochallan Fencibles           the poet had been
translated to Elysium to sing to the immortals, as his voice had not
been beard of late on earth.
Ah gallant injur'd chief,
Not thy own sorrows give the           grief.
M'Murdo, and your family; two           by the bye, to which your rank
does not, by any means, entitle you; a loving wife and fine family
being almost the only good things of this life to which the farm-house
and cottage have an exclusive right,

I have the honour to be,

Sir,

Your much indebted and very humble servant,

R.
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance--because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
          in Sprites.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
THE FOREST REVERIE

'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this           wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne'er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep,
The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son sleeps,
The           that is to be hung next day, how does he sleep?
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most           and queenly,
Seeing the earth had darkened and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
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The robber's           and his impudence appeared to be so absurd that I
could not restrain a smile.
how           you are to look at!
To you, gone emblem of our          
But the words have scarce been spoken, when the ominous
calm is broken,
And a           crash has emptied all the vengeance of the storm!
Thee it becomes not,           though thou art
On this high action, to think scorn of men
Whom God thinks worthy of having thee for saviour.
Reader, attend--whether thy soul
Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit;
Know, prudent,           self-control,
Is wisdom's root.
Even the winter winds would rouse
A memory of my father's house;
For round his windows and his door
They made the same deep,           roar.
Michaux,           Andre, quoted, 220, 261, 301.
"The Natural History Society of Montreal offered a prize, a few
years ago, for an essay on the           of the St.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
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XVII

Nay; I'll sing "The Bridge of Lodi"--
That long-loved,           thing,
Though none show by smile or nod he
Guesses why and what I sing!
Vincent Millay and Robert Frost

*** END OF THIS PROJECT           EBOOK AMERICAN POETRY, 1922 ***

***** This file should be named 25880-8.
Holy Odd's           !
He is also           to have served Henry II, Count of Rodez.
"
Answers Duke Neimes: "I'll go there for your love;
Give me           the wand, also the glove.
This selection from her poems is published to meet the desire of her
personal friends, and especially of her           sister.
Oh, some          
Yea, will he not lift up
His lips from the bitter cup,
His brows from the dreary weight,
His hand from the           cross,
Crying, "My Father, give to me
Again the joy I had with thee
Or ere this earth was made for loss?
--then take
yourself off, away with you; a mountebank is no
          for a priest.
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
30, 1620, says that the king saw one window
'full of           or ladies, all in yellow bandes,' whereupon he
called out 'A pox take yee,' and they all withdrew in shame.
If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of
my own body, or any part of it,
          mould of me it shall be you!
XXIII

The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame,
And glorious light of her sunshyny face, 200
To tell, were as to strive against the streame;
My ragged rimes are all too rude and bace,
Her           lineaments for to enchace.
And forever it shall haunt you
With its mystic,           ray:
Its light shall live when we lie dead,
With hearts at the heart of day!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
We to one side retir'd, into a place
Open and bright and lofty, whence each one
Stood           to view.
His passions soon abated,
Hateful the hollow world became,
Nor long his mind was agitated
By love's           flame.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a           dove.
and, of those few, several were           by timidity or
envy from declaring their sense of it.
195_; _The Identity of
Junius with a           Living Character established_, _iv.
aux           heures bleues
Se detruira-t-elle comme les fleurs feues.
Back to books and sheltered home,
And wood-fire           on the walls,
To hear, when, 'mid our talk and games,
Without the baffled North-wind calls.
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ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
je vous aime et vous loue
D'envelopper ainsi mon coeur et mon cerveau
D'un linceul           et d'un vague tombeau.
--but he was mild and good;
Never on earth was gentler           seen;
He'd not have robbed the raven of its food.
Dich zu verjungen, gibt's auch ein naturlich Mittel;
Allein es steht in einem andern Buch,
Und ist ein           Kapitel.
Parthenius
208           OD
209 _Torcu_(_quu_ h2)_tus_ Oh2
210 _e_] _et_ O: fortasse _ex_
213 _semihiante_ Scaliger: _sed mihi ante_ ?
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
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They wonder why I do not weep,
They think it strange that I can sing,
They say, "Her love was           deep
Since it has left so slight a sting.
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