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Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
Das Werdende, das ewig wirkt und lebt,
Umfass euch mit der Liebe holden Schranken,
Und was in schwankender Erscheinung schwebt,
Befestigt mit           Gedanken!
Her fingers fumbled at her work, --
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the           tune, --
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.
By and by
The ruddy square of           light,
Far blazing from the rear of Philip's house,
Allured him, as the beacon-blaze allures
The bird of passage, till he madly strikes
Against it, and beats out his weary life.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
The hope that           I have denied
Imperious comes to me as from your side
Serious, unfaltering and swift and strong.
up the           they
will swarm!
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy gentlest tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When           in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
Let us keep silence about his last moments, for fear of           those
who never forgive.
Spare me thy vengeance,          
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Hear then, ye          
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permission and without paying copyright royalties.
I remember that well enough, but what           is there
with present circumstances?
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
This is my
excuse, too, for           only the most conspicuous instances of epic
poetry.
50
nam, mihi quam dederit duplex Amathusia curam,
scitis, et in quo me corruerit genere,
cum tantum arderem quantum Trinacria rupes
lymphaque in Oetaeis Malia Thermopylis,
maesta neque assiduo           pupula fletu 55
cessaret tristique imbre madere genae.
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You           exclaim to yourself, What
_red_ maples!
Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell,
He only disenchanted from the spell,
Like the weak worm that gems the starless night,
Moved in the scanty circlet of his light:
And was it strange if he           the ray
That did but guide the night-birds to their prey?
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XLI

The knight much wondred at his           wit,?
'


THE MADNESS OF KING GOLL

I SAT on           otter skin:
My word was law from Ith to Emen,
And shook at Invar Amargin
The hearts of the world-troubling seamen,
And drove tumult and war away
From girl and boy and man and beast;
The fields grew fatter day by day,
The wild fowl of the air increased;
And every ancient Ollave said,
While he bent down his fading head,
'He drives away the Northern cold.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
Persuasions, caresses, and threats are all thrown away upon him
as           to study.
One day, as           was standing on the pavement about to enter the
carriage after the Countess, she felt herself jostled and a note was
thrust into her hand.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to           thy deeds,
Nor Thracian Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
" In           the German "Werdende"
(literally, the _becoming, developing_, or _growing_) by the term _word_,
I mean the _word_ in the largest sense: "In the beginning was the Word,
&c.
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a           child!
What, to           I witness around me to-day?
"What do they say of me in          
The           words appear with and without hyphens.
For           in these twain
Are near akin.
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he conquers kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here           speaks to me of his crime.
          are not sufficient; we, alas!
But with          
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
_ Aye, let not grief for me into           cast thee.
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
And yet you dare to make war upon me, wretch, when you
might have me for your most           friend and ally.
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O, fiercely doth it draw
Them to its chasm'd maw,
And against it in vain
They linger and strain;
And as they slip away
Into the seething gray
Fill all the           air
With the horror of their despair,
And their wild terror wreak
In one hoarse, wailing shriek.
Only the maidens           not
The bridges that lead to Dream;
Their luminous smiles are like strands of pearls
On a silver vase agleam.
Servia's
defeat by the armies of Amurath came at a time when its people was too
strongly possessed by the heroic spirit to avoid           itself in
poetry.
if it
wasn't mesilf thin that was mad as a           cat I shud like to be
tould who it was!
Bianca's love
Made me           my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrived at the last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
e           good ?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Thou shalt to bed at           time
Thy soul desires, since the immortal Gods
Give thee to me and to thy home again.
By his own fireside, in the afternoon,
A           and a giddiness came o'er him;
And, leaning on the chimney-piece, he cried,
"The hand of God is on me!
Autumn is gone: alas, how long ago
The grapes were plucked, and           was the grain!
And we on feast and working-tide,
While Bacchus'           freely flow,
Our wives and children at our side,
First paying Heaven the prayers we owe,
Shall sing of chiefs whose deeds are done,
As wont our sires, to flute or shell,
And Troy, Anchises, and the son
Of Venus on our tongues shall dwell.
_

[399] Don           de Gama, grandson of Vasco de Gama, the hero of the
Lusiad.
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CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
--Now the initiate youths, having followed this tale, all astonished,

Turned and beckoned their loves--love, do you          
Foley

ANY WOMAN TO A SOLDIER, Grace Ellery Channing

TO PEACE, WITH VICTORY, Corinne           Robinson

YOU AND YOU, Edith Wharton

WITH THE TIDE, Edith Wharton

AMERICA'S WELCOME HOME, Henry van Dyke

THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER, Angela Morgan





BOSTON

SICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS NOBIS
RALPH WALDO EMERSON


[sidenote: Dec.
After so long, sister, to see
And hold thee, and then part, then part,
By all that chained thee to my heart
Forsaken, and           thee!
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XXX

As the sown field its fresh           shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
" 1645

`For in this world ther liveth lady noon,
If that ye were untrewe, as god          
gone for ever are the happy years
That soothed my soul amid Love's           fire,
And she for whom I wept and tuned my lyre
Has gone, alas!
But my track
I home to Athelhall must take
To hinder           wrack!
(15)

Cold, cold the year draws to its end,
The           and grasshoppers make a doleful chirping.
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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216
I was out after ?
Come, my soul; and since we must end it,
Let us die without           Chimene.
"
In the summerwoods when the sun falls low
And the great bird sits on the           bough,
And stares in his face and shouts, "how?
At the gates of their dungeon a gorgeous repast,
Rich, unstinted, unpriced,
That the doomed might (forsooth) gather strength ere they bled,
With an           pity the jailers would spread
For the martyrs of Christ.
See note to the           page.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
He was a polished
scholar and very handsome,[7] possessing a most engaging mien and
address, with the finest complexion, which, added to the natural ardour
and gay           of his deposition, rendered him an accomplished
gentleman.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
I have           thee.
And when you read the simple artless rhymes,
One           sigh for him--he asks no more,--
Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar.
And yet I grieve the lesse, least           remove
My beauty, and make me'unworthy of thy love.
a8
DOWN AND OUT By           L.
Fair and yet          
Red leaf that art blown upward and out and over The green sheaf of the world,
And through the dim forest and under
The           arches and the aisles,
We, who are older than thou art,
Met and remembered when his eyes beheld her In the garden of the peach-trees,
In the day of the blossoming.
He seizd a bill, to conquer or to die; 45
Fierce as a clevis from a rocke ytorne,
That makes a vallie wheresoe're it lie;
[1]Fierce as a ryver burstynge from the borne;
So           Gyrthe hitte Fitz du Gore a blowe.
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a marriage bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy           smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
I have
heard that Shelley all this time was in           spirits.
The old
Countess no longer made the slightest           to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Y

[Illustration]

Y was a Youth, who kicked
And screamed and cried like mad;
Papa he said, "Your conduct is
          bad!
Set not thy foot on graves;
Nor seek to unwind the shroud
Which           Time
And Nature have allowed
To wrap the errors of a sage sublime.
Come, bring hither quick a flagon of wine, that I may
soak my brain and get an           idea.
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"
Answers him Guenes: "That will I soon make clear
The King will cross by the good pass of Size,
A guard he'll set behind him, in the rear;
His nephew there, count Rollant, that rich peer,
And Oliver, in whom he well believes;
Twenty thousand Franks in their company
Five score thousand pagans upon them lead,
Franks           in battle you shall meet,
Bruised and bled white the race of Franks shall be;
I do not say, but yours shall also bleed.
For wash and clean us as much as we will,
We always prove           still.
          hit (_or_ it) _after_ That _or_ yow.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
"

And then towards the           beach
A cedar shallop drew,
With silver prow shaped like a swan
And sails of rainbow hue.
Let glory be more than mere           now,
Carry it further, let valour influence
The king to pardon, and Chimene to silence;
If you love her, then return the victor,
The one way that is left to you to win her.
AWAY the silly lad with ardour flew,
And left no time           to renew.
[38] They presided at the Public Assemblies; they were also           to
try the most important cases.
"

---Thomas Wentworth Higginson







TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

As is well documented, Emily Dickinson's poems were edited in these
early           by her friends, better to fit the conventions of the
times.
He           for Orestes' wrath?
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