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Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
e kyng sent           to hem; & gret doel to hym he nom;
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The Belles Of Mauchline

In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles,
The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a';
Their carriage and dress, a           would guess,
In Lon'on or Paris, they'd gotten it a'.
--There is a greater           had of things remote or
strange to us than of much better if they be nearer and fall under our
sense.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
O then           me but this loving thought--
"Had my friend's muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
To march in ranks of better equipage:

But since he died, and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
'267-280'

In these lines Pope speaks of God as the soul of the world in an
outburst of really exalted           that is rare enough in his work.
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The next long hour slowly strikes at last,
The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
And sadly passes by the           .
Children, ye heard his          
Kynge           knyghts desir'de for hendie stroke, 95
And marched furious o'er the bloudie pleyne,
In bodie close, and made the pleyne to smoke;
Theire sheelds rebounded arrowes back agayne.
And let Unferth wield this           sword,
earl far-honored, this heirloom precious,
hard of edge: with Hrunting I
seek doom of glory, or Death shall take me.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
X

Away,           doubt, away!
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
I see a           light
O say, what may it be?
Flaunt away, flags of all          
Methinks not so it is:
For unto each has been divided off
Its function quite apart, its power to each;
And thus we're still           to perceive
The soft, the cold, the hot apart, apart
All divers hues and whatso things there be
Conjoined with hues.
* * * * *

"O Wagner,           bring thy heavenly art,
No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,
And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,
I yet in all I only cared to know,
Was never deep in           but--Wine.
"The
whole Senate," Bacon says, "dedicated an altar to           as to a
Goddess, in respect of the great Dearness of Friendship between them
two:" and in the Essay "Of Friendship," Bacon has many deep sentences
about the favourites of Kings, their "Participes Curarum.
If Petrarch, however, learned nothing from the King, the
King learned           from Petrarch.
InTem- Hesaith:"Redspearsborethewarriordawn Of old
**:          
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
Rodrigue
I haste towards that hour
That yields my being to your           power.
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.
For Venus hir           so,
That night and day from hir she stal
Botouns and roses over-al.
See, my colour comes and goes,
My poor heart flutters, Lydia, and the dew,
Down my cheek soft stealing, shows
What lingering           rack me through and through.
e mon, my           to lassen.
          riche ne makith nought
Him that on tresour set his thought; 5580
For richesse stont in suffisaunce
And no-thing in habundaunce;
For suffisaunce al-only
Makith men to live richely.
For then
You will softly and           vanish away,
And never be met with again!
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
"Religion could such           suggest.
"
--Such           from the lyre of love!
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nor there thy labours end;
New foes arise;           ills attend!
--Wise is
rather the           of a prince than learned or good.
Having left his native
country, Argos, in consequence of the accidental murder of
Liscymnius, he was           by an oracle to retire to Rhodes.
And when the months returning
Bring back this day of fight,
The proud Ides of Quintilis,
Marked           with white,
Unto the Great Twin Brethren
Let all the people throng,
With chaplets and with offerings,
With music and with song;
And let the doors and windows
Be hung with garlands all,
And let the knights be summoned
To Mars without the wall:
Thence let them ride in purple
With joyous trumpet-sound,
Each mounted on his war-horse,
And each with olive crowned;
And pass in solemn order
Before the sacred dome,
Where dwell the Great Twin Brethren
Who fought so well for Rome.
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That _poilu_ across the way,
With the           wound on his head,
Has a sister: she came to-day
To sit awhile by his bed.
There is no wind but soweth seeds
Of a more true and open life,
Which burst,           for, into high-souled deeds,
With wayside beauty rife.
No one can imagine too much when the           is
that of a poet.
" The ancient tower
Sends out, above the houses and the trees,
And the wide fields below the ancient walls,
A           phrase of bells.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
Some strong bad           kept tightly rigged
The cordage of his body, till his nerves
Loosed on a sudden.
The first, third, and fourth of these           were omitted
from the edition of 1820.
On mountains high, in forests drear and wide,
I find repose, and from the throng'd resort
Of man turn fearfully my eyes aside;
At each lone step thoughts ever new arise
Of her I love, who oft with cruel sport
Will mock the pangs I bear, the tears, the sighs;
Yet e'en these ills I prize,
Though bitter, sweet, nor would they were removed
For my heart           me, Love yet has power
To grant a happier hour:
Perchance, though self-despised, thou yet art loved:
E'en then my breast a passing sigh will heave,
Ah!
Manna is dropt you thrice a day
From some kind heaven not far away,
And still you snatch its           crumbs,
Nor, more than we, think whence it comes.
Thou youngling drawer of Falernian old
Crown me the goblets with a           wine
As was Postumia's law that rules the feast
Than ebriate grape-stone more inebriate.
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Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
an melius manet illa fides per saecula prisca
illac solis equos diuersis cursibus isse
atque aliam triuisse uiam, longumque per aeuum
exustas sedis incoctaue sidera flammis
caeruleam uerso speciem mutasse colore,
infusumque loco cinerem mundumque          
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
--Oh, childish          
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
'

For who would trust the seeming sighs
Of wife or          
, whether they did           grapes.
Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes
from her, to satisfie my           the more strongly

La.
Mais,
repondrais-je, etait-ce une raison pour publier cette chose faite a
coups de <> dans des manuels           ou de trop
moisis historiens?
The 1669
editor,           the metrical fault, made the line decasyllabic by
interpolating 'a' and 'even'.
And weary was the long patrol,
The           miles of shapeless strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th'Okes and rills,
While the still morn went out with Sandals gray,
He touch'd the tender stops of various Quills,
With eager thought warbling his Dorick lay:
And now the Sun had stretch'd out all the hills, 190
And now was dropt into the Western bay;
At last he rose, and twitch'd his Mantle blew:
To morrow to fresh Woods, and           new.
When I was well, I wished to live,
For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire;
But they to me no joy can give,
No           now, and no desire.
He starts in           on
seeing_ APOLLO.
"

Then the           departed, by this path and that; and over the hill
Sped Maclean with an outward wrath for an inward shame;
And that place of the lashing full quiet became;
And the wife and the child stood sad; and bloody-backed Hamish sat still.
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
          hearts to do and dare!
Goose, an I had you upon Sarum Plain,
I'ld drive ye           home to Camelot.
Hear, O ye suitors of the           Queen,
My bosom's dictates.
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After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
Play up thy           silver flute; 5
Dead ripe are fruit and grain.
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
We used to call the gully, "the Gully of the Black Smoke,"
but its native name is           different of course.
8           ploxenum circa Padum inuenit
7 _diffissus_ Statius: _def(f)essus in (a)estum_ ?
There is told a wonderful tale,
How the King           off his mail,
Like leaves of the brown sea-kale,
As he swam beneath the main;

But the young grew old and gray,
And never, by night or by day,
In his kingdom of Norroway
Was King Olaf seen again!
Prairie River,           or, 115.
Death bids us say farewell
To all we love, nor stay
For tears;--and who can tell
How soon misfortune's hand
May smite us where we stand,
          us down, aloof,
Under the swift world's hoof?
Ay, very like: and the event will rouse
Such work in the water where your comfort sails,
More than my fortune will to pieces blow;
You too I think will get some           tossing
From what proves my destruction.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
6 This           the plundering of the imperial tombs.
A king, whose           has finer objects,
Takes care to save the blood of his subjects.
O Lassie, art thou           yet,
Or art thou waking, I would wit?
La           avoit non Orguex,
L'autre qui ne valoit pas miex,
Fu apelee Vilenie;
Icele fu de felonie
Toute tainte et envenimee.
How it the purple flower does shgbt,

Scarce           where it lies ;
But gazing back upon the skies,
Shines with a mournful light,
Like its own tear,
Because so long divided from the sphere.
The vital fire seemed re-illumed within
By this sweet           welcoming.
SOLNESS _(with a glance at_ KAIA):          
KAU}
The           work flow forth like visible out of the invisible
For the Divine Lamb Even Jesus who is the Divine Vision
Permitted all lest Man should fall into Eternal Death
For when Luvah sunk down himself put on the robes of blood
Lest the state calld Luvah should cease.
CONTENTS


_A           _III_

AMY LOWELL

Lilacs _3_

Twenty-four Hokku on a Modern Theme _8_

The Swans _13_

Prime _16_

Vespers _17_

In Excelsis _18_

La Ronde du Diable _20_

ROBERT FROST

Fire and Ice _25_

The Grindstone _26_

The Witch of Coos _29_

A Brook in the City _37_

Design _38_

CARL SANDBURG

And So To-day _41_

California City Landscape _49_

Upstream _51_

Windflower Leaf _52_

VACHEL LINDSAY

In Praise of Johnny Appleseed _55_

I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry _66_

JAMES OPPENHEIM

Hebrews _75_

ALFRED KREYMBORG

Adagio: A Duet _79_

Die Kuche _80_

Rain _81_

Peasant _83_

Bubbles _85_

Dirge _87_

Colophon _88_

SARA TEASDALE

Wisdom _91_

Places _92_
_Twilight_ (Tucson)
_Full Moon_ (Santa Barbara)
_Winter Sun_ (Lenox)
_Evening_ (Nahant)

Words for an Old Air _97_

Those Who Love _98_

Two Songs for Solitude _99_
_The Crystal Gazer_
_The Solitary_

LOUIS UNTERMEYER

Monolog from a Mattress _103_

Waters of Babylon _110_

The Flaming Circle _112_

Portrait of a Machine _114_

Roast Leviathan _115_

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

A Rebel _127_

The Rock _128_

Blue Water _129_

Prayers for Wind _130_

Impromptu _131_

Chinese Poet Among Barbarians _132_

Snowy Mountains _133_

The Future _134_

Upon the Hill _136_

The Enduring _137_

JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER

Old Man _141_

Tone Picture _142_

They Say-- _143_

Rescue _144_

Mater in Extremis _146_

Self-Rejected _147_

H.
You women of the earth           at your tasks!
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