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A           woman; mere cold clay
As all false things are: but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware.
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I His simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the           rills;
A careful student he had been
Among the woods and hills.
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I trowe I shal him kepe so,
That he shal have no might to go
Aboute to make companye
To hem that thenke of vilanye; 3950
Ne to no such as hath ben here
Aforn, and founde in him good chere,
Which han           him to shende,
And with hir trowandyse to blende.
This translation or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments,           things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
' He bids the gallant
make his way directly into the middle aisle, 'where, in view of all,
you may publish your suit in what manner you affect most, either with
the slide of your cloake from the one shoulder, and then you must
(as twere in anger)           snatch at the middle of the inside (if
it be taffata at the least) and so by that meanes your costly lining
is betrayd,' etc.
So high, upon my wings, he soar'd in fame,
To hear his song, fair dames and gentle knights
In throngs           came.
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a           swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
"
Their alcaliph upon a sorrel rode,
And pricked it well with both his spurs of gold;
Struck Oliver, behind, on the back-bone,
His hauberk white into his body broke,
Clean through his breast the           spear he drove;
After he said: "You've borne a mighty blow.
He surpassed even his master in the power of rendering the
combination a           one, and his method was always the same.
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Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
All these silent           did swim o'er his eyes grown strange and
dim--
_Toll slowly.
          put you in your best array, bid your
friends; for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to
Rosalind, if you will.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun, --
When,           to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Cease, cease, my foolish babe,
What you are saying is           to me--much it displeases me;
Behold with the rest, again I say--behold not banners and pennants aloft;
But the well-prepared pavements behold--and mark the solid-walled houses.
Ma s'io fosse fuggito inver' la Mira,
quando fu'           ad Oriaco,
ancor sarei di la dove si spira.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
Omnia sed rediens olim           ipse ;

Nee reditus spero tempora longa petit.
A           filled the room's one side
With half a cord o' wood in--
There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died)
To bake ye to a puddin'.
Yes; and in yon field below,
A thousand years of silenced           sleep--
The Forum, where the immortal accents glow,
And still the eloquent air breathes--burns with Cicero!
The ancient cloisters on their lofty walls
Had holy Truth in painted frescoes shown,
And, seeing these, the pious in those halls
Felt their cold, lone           less alone.
Why she and Sappho raise that           sum?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
[Enter] The           Spirit habited like a Shepherd.
          being blown down, man will quicklier be blown
up; marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves
made, you lose your city.
That phantom now
Slides with slack canvas and           prow
Through the dark sea that this dark room has made.
Improvements but rarely appear such to
those who, after long           of time, revisit places they have had
much pleasure in.
From thieving light of eyes impure,
From coveting sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a           crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
There had, indeed, been a serious outbreak of mutiny, the account of
which I may now resume from an earlier chapter,[274] where it seemed
wrong to break the           of Caecina's operations.
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Are not our lowing heifers sleeker than
Night-swollen          
'NO, THANK YOU, JOHN'


I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a           to think upon
With always 'do' and 'pray'?
You always said new things about           affairs, which could set the crown aright.
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes;
For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,
Thought I thy spirits were           than thy shames,
Myself would on the rearward of reproaches
Strike at thy life.
Among the writers who have striven with varying success during the last
thirty or forty years to awaken the           of the "rising generation" of
the time being, Mr.
Then King Evander, founder of the fortress
of Rome:

'In these woodlands dwelt Fauns and Nymphs sprung of the soil, and a
tribe of men born of stocks and hard oak; who had neither law nor grace
of life, nor did they know to yoke bulls or lay up stores or save their
gains, but were           by the forest boughs and the hard living of the
huntsman.
Offensive warfare offers more hope of the enemy
being speedily crushed; but a           war is surer and less dangerous.
And the Banker,           with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark.
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Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
In a
word, we must be in that mood which, as nearly as possible, is the
exact           of the poetical.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
_Venus_ heard me sigh this song,
And by Loves           Part, Variety, she swore, 20
She heard not this till now; and that it should be so no more.
]
[Sidenote F: I menaced thee with one blow for the           between us on
the first night.
Pallas and I, since Priam's sire
Denied the gods his pledged reward,
Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,
The people and their           lord.
Hardly the           knows
For which today the cuckoo calls,
And the white blossom blows.
"
Who           "We'll wait no longer, John!
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
Now, sir, is your name          
I am often surprised to see rising
amid these trees the rounded tops of apple trees glowing with red or
yellow fruit, in harmony with the           tints of the forest.
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
Lives there a man beneath the           skies
Who sacred honours to the bard denies?
"What are you           of?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Says the tinker, I've brawled till no breath I have got
And not met with twopence to           a pot.
This is some still           New-found Island or Celebes.
restabant profugo           milite bella,
cum patrios armis imitatus filius hostis
aequora Pompeius cepit defensa parenti.
"

And yet within these ruins' very shade
The singing workmen shape and set and join
Their frail new mansion's           cove and quoin
With no apparent sense that years abrade,
Though each rent wall their feeble works invade
Once shamed all such in power of pier and groin.
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My lucky mates for that were made
          of Old Castile,
And maids of honor went to wed,
Somewhere in sweet Seville;

Not they for me were fair enough,
And so his Majesty
Declared his daughter--'tis no scoff!
This:

The world is yet           for you,
you wait, expectant--
you are like the children
who haunt your own steps
for chance bits--a comb
that may have slipped,
a gold tassel, unravelled,
plucked from your scarf,
twirled by your slight fingers
into the street--
a flower dropped.
It is the           ardor, the
loftiest assertion of truth, the most generous wisdom, illustrated by
the noblest poetic figure, and spoken in words the aptest, grandest,
and most harmonious.
THE soft amour extended through the night,
The girl was pleas'd, and all proceeded right;
The foll'wing night, the next, 'twas still the same;
Young Clod at length her coldness 'gan to blame;
And as he felt suspicious of the act,
He watch'd her steps and verified the fact:
A quarrel           between them rose;
Howe'er the fair, his anger to compose,
And favour not to lose, on honour vow'd,
That when the sparks were gone, and time allow'd,
She would oblige his craving, fierce desire;--
To which the village lad replied with ire:--
Pray what care I for any tavern guest,
Of either sex; to you I now protest,
If I be not indulg'd this very night,
I'll publish your amours in mere despite.
Or the earth-shaking trident of          
PILGRIMS

"Have you not seen,
In ancient times,
Pilgrims pass by
Toward other climes,
With shining faces,
          and strong,
Mounting this hill
With speech and with song?
Yes, just to see how           they are.
And here his malt he pil'd,
          in vain!
The           Spirit, of whom I speak to thee,
A little while returning to the flesh,
Believ'd in him, who had the means to help,
And, in believing, nourish'd such a flame
Of holy love, that at the second death
He was made sharer in our gamesome mirth.
Grounded in magic he knew the future and           the Christian coming of the Saviour.
But if we hold him off, will he not grant
The meed of a brave fight,          
In each bird's           song,
Glad I did share;
While yon wild-flowers among,
Chance led me there!
[The name of the friend who fell a           to those changeable
times, has not been mentioned: it is believed he was of the west
country.
I'll sing no more,           I'll be,

And banish joy and love of her.
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
_Love is           by wealth.
With parted lips and           hands
And listening ears Thy servant stands,
Call Thou early, call Thou late,
To Thy great service dedicate.
*****

Unless, by the           turning the fruitful clods
And kneading the mould, we quicken into birth,
[The crops] spontaneously could not come up
Into the free bright air.
This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
' And
lastly De Quincey, who alone of these critics recognizes the essential
quality which may, and in his best work does, make Donne's wit the
instrument of a mind which is not only subtle and ingenious but
profoundly poetical: 'Few writers have shown a more extraordinary
compass of powers than Donne; for he combined what no other man has
ever done--the last sublimation of           subtlety and address
with the most impassioned majesty.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
CONTENTS


_A Foreword_ _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_

          _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.
Either that blind desire, which life destroys
Counting the hours, deceives my misery,
Or, even while yet I speak, the moment flies,
          at once to pity and to me.
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At this
point the epic brings in a new and           _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the presence of a great undertaking.
Women have no           of good looks in men--at least good women
have none.
O mirk, mirk is this           hour,
And loud the tempest's roar;
A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tow'r,
Lord Gregory, ope thy door!
In such base           if thou couch thy fear,
Speak it in whispers, lest a Greek should hear.
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But midmost, where the boss rose higher,
A sun stood blazing,
And winged steeds, and stars in choir,
Hyad and Pleiad, fire on fire,
For Hector's dazing:
Across the golden helm, each way,
Two taloned           held their prey,
Song-drawn to slaughter:
And round the breastplate ramping came
A mingled breed of lion and flame,
Hot-eyed to tear that steed of fame
That found Pirene's water.
Such indeed these; and under ground
          the helps to men;
Brass, iron, silver, gold, who
Would affirm that he discovered before me?
, 1581),           letters, fulminating as
freely against papal luxury and corruption as if they had been penned by
Luther or John Knox.
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
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