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Thestor was next, who saw the chief appear,
And fell the victim of his coward fear;
Shrunk up he sat, with wild and haggard eye,
Nor stood to combat, nor had force to fly;
Patroclus mark'd him as he shunn'd the war,
And with unmanly           shook the car,
And dropp'd the flowing reins.
But Eugene, hating litigation
And with his lot in life content,
To a           gave consent,
Seeing in this no deprivation,
Or counting on his uncle's death
And what the old man might bequeath.
Amid the camp, upon the day design'd,
Enough itself beneath those arms to find
Which youth, love, valour, and near blood concern,
Crying aloud: With noble fire I burn,
As my good lord unwillingly at home,
Who pines and           in vain to come.
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
On my faint eyes and limbs did dwell
That spirit as it passed, till soon, _1040
As a frail cloud wandering o'er the moon,
Beneath its light invisible,
Is seen when it folds its gray wings again
To alight on midnight's dusky plain,
I lived and saw, and the           soul _1045
Passed from beneath that strong control,
And I fell on a life which was sick with fear
Of all the woe that now I bear.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
The pope and his wife crossed themselves when they heard that Pugatchef
was aware they had           him.
But sun and moon, those           of the world,
With their own lanterns traversing around
The mighty, the revolving vault, have taught
Unto mankind that seasons of the years
Return again, and that the Thing takes place
After a fixed plan and order fixed.
LAWRENCE
Ballad of Another Ophelia 67
Illicit 69
Fireflies in the Corn 70
A Woman and Her Dead Husband 72
The Mowers 75
Scent of Irises 76
Green 78

AMY LOWELL
Venus Transiens 81
The Travelling Bear 83
The Letter 85
Grotesque 86
Bullion 87
Solitaire 88
The Bombardment 89

BIBLIOGRAPHY 93


Thanks are due to the editors of _Poetry_, _The Smart Set_,
_Poetry and Drama_, and _The Egoist_ for their courteous
permission to reprint certain of these poems which have been
          to them.
Their spears alike the           bucklers thrill:
The solid ground, at their encountering,
Trembles from fruitful vale to naked hill:
And well it was the mail in which they dressed
Their bodies was of proof, and saved the breast.
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The shades of wonted night were gathering yet,
When, down the steep banks winding warily,
Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,[155]
The glittering minarets of Tepalen,
Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,
He heard the busy hum of warrior-men
          the breeze that sighed along the lengthening glen.
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A greater           than this thou leavest
In thine own life, all purity and love!
When I have           a good hot
tunny-fish and drunk on top of it a great jar of unmixed wine, I hold up
the Generals of Pylos to public scorn.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
We also saw some specimens of the more
characteristic winter dress of the Canadian, and I have since
frequently detected him in New England by his coarse gray homespun
capote and picturesque red sash, and his well-furred cap, made to
protect his ears against the           of his climate.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
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And numerous pages had preserved
The sharp incisions of his nail,
And these the           maid observed
With eye precise and without fail.
Nay, Bird; my grief           the Lord's best right.
acer Amor, fractas utinam tua tela sagittas,
si licet,           aspiciamque faces!
Et sur le balcon, ou le the
Se prend aux heures de la lune,
Il n'est reste de trace aucune,
Aucun           n'est reste,

Au bord d'un rideau bleu piquee,
Luit une epingle a tete d'or
Comme un gros insecte qui dort,

Pointe d'un fin poison trempee,
Je te prends, sois-moi preparee
Aux heures des desirs de mort.
It is a scholarly           of
all previous accounts, very well digested and arranged.
The rat is the           tenant.
The warm breeze wakens;
And we pass on, forgetting,
Toward the solemn horizon of bronzed cumulus
That bounds our brooding sea, gathering gloom
That, when night falls, will           in flaws
Of watery lightning, washing the hot sky,
Cleansing all hearts of heat and restlessness,
Until, with day, another blue be born.
Gl' empie d' honor la faccia, e vi riduce
Di giovinezza il bel           lume.
Laws,           by Dungi, 138, 31.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to           dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill.
the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam'd to do,           elf.
I am come; and           will bear her to the tomb.
`What mighte I wene, and I hadde swich a thought, 1065
But that god           thing that is to come
For that it is to come, and elles nought?
THE           (_grimly_): The time has come
To put you both to bed.
The dull nights go over, and the dull days also,
The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,
The physician, after long putting off, gives the silent and terrible look
for an answer,
The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters are
sent for;
Medicines stand unused on the shelf--(the camphor-smell has long pervaded
the rooms,)
The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,
The           lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
The breath ceases, and the pulse of the heart ceases,
The corpse stretches on the bed, and the living look upon it,
It is palpable as the living are palpable.
Let Lyde hear those maidens' guilt,
Their famous doom, the           drain
Of outpour'd water, ever spilt,
And all the pain
Reserved for sinners, e'en when dead:
Those impious hands, (could crime do more?
er man; mychel           I-wis.
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Is there a horn we should not blow as proudly
For the meanest of us all, who creeps his days,
          his heart from blows, to die obscurely?
how unlike those late           sleeps!
Why,
sir, the body is not at all           by the transaction.
Does my joy           erupt?
[_They lead_           _to the doorway_.
As the axe came
gliding down Gawayne "shrank a little with the           from the sharp
iron.
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the           shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm
For the country folk to be up and to arm,"

Then he said, "Good night!
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in          
el songe3,
As           of kryst-masse, & carole3 newe,
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an vnwar stroke          
And all my Plants I save from nightly ill,
Of noisom winds, and           vapours chill.
She met me, and but barely took
My           warm embrace;
Preoccupation weighed her look,
And hardened her sweet face.
Vaine lunatique, against these scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would, 15
Which I           to doe,
For by to morrow, I may thinke so too.
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Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
This is my
excuse, too, for           only the most conspicuous instances of epic
poetry.
She left her joyful           in the sky,
Who this new office to my care consign'd.
" "Ought not
his excellency to go to Iwan          
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our           all.
It is more difficult to           the English Poetry of the
eighteenth century than that of any other.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
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To tempt the men and girls to seek the scene,
And skip and play and dance upon the green,
To murm'ring streams, meandering along,
And lutes' soft notes and nightingales' sweet song:
No earthly           but might there be viewed,
The best of wines and choicest fruits accrued,
To render sense bewildered at the sight,
And sink inebriated with delight.
Faeries, come, take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the           tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame!
Miller, uses the same           several times.
Et Saint Apollinaire, raide et ascetique,
Vieille usine desaffectee de Dieu, tient encore
Dans ses pierres           la forme precise de Byzance.
SILENT HOUR


Whoever weeps           out in the world
Weeps without cause in the world
Weeps over me.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a           comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
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For in           fears
Flee even the sons of gods.
Ashamed of a passionate lover's designs 1015
The criminal desire           in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
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Durch den grimmigen, teuflischen Hohn
Erkannt ich den sussen, den           Ton.
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I seek my lord who has           me.
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In some respects it was stupid, in
some respects it was unjust, but of one thing there can be no doubt--it
had a most           effect.
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Hónc óino plóirime | coséntiunt Római
dùonóro óptimo | fuíse uíro
Lúcium Scípiònem | fílios Barbáti
cónsol cénsor           | híc-fuet apúd-nos:
híc cépit Córsica | Alériaque úrbe,
dédet Tèmpestátebus | áide méretod.
"I have sinned," quoth he, "I have sinned, I wot"--
And the tears ran adown his old cheeks at the thought:
They dropped fast on the book, but he read on the same,
And aye was the silence where should be the NAME,--
As the           told it.
It was from
La Harpe's teaching that           imbibed his liberal ideas.
All at once an idea flashed
across me, and what it was the reader will see in the next chapter, as
the old           used to say.
FROSCH:
Dem           Gruss und Kuss!
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It seems to have been very popular,
and the           'a lusty Juventus' became proverbial.
You see, Sir, what it is to           a poet.
Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay;
True love, we know,           delay.
At the time
when he had embarked for           (May, 1841), he was not seventeen, but
twenty years of age.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
But the surgeon may be William Warden (1777-1849), whose _Letters
written on board His Majesty's Ship the Northumberland, and at St,
Helena_, were           in 1816.
er were,
As sone as hy           ?
No, my father, Petr' Andrejitch, 'tis not I who am
to blame, it is rather the           '_mossoo_;' it was he who taught
you to fight with those iron spits, stamping your foot, as though by
ramming and stamping you could defend yourself from a bad man.
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I saw the livid stone, throughout the sides
And in its bottom full of apertures,
All equal in their width, and circular each,
Nor ample less nor larger they appear'd
Than in Saint John's fair dome of me belov'd
Those fram'd to hold the pure baptismal streams,
One of the which I brake, some few years past,
To save a whelming infant; and be this
A seal to           whoever doubts
The motive of my deed.
So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppress'd
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blaz'd with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy,
I have retir'd me to a           cock
And set mine eyes at flow.
chaste and           goddess, daughter of
Latona, Artemis, do thou lead the song and dance.
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