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What rumour without is there          
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
Do you see          
There were fine passages in all, but these
were often           in thoughts which have evidently a special value
to his mind, but are to other men the counters of an unknown coinage.
What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks           in silver light.
And angles, idle           !
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
III

Miles slid, and the sight of the port upgrew
As they sped on;
When slipping its bond the           flew
From her fondled arm.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
Who will twine
The hasty wreath from myrtle-tree
Or          
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It was not Hermes led thee here, but Eros,
And swifter than his arrows were thine eyes
In           me.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
Yet in my heart there was a beating storm
Bending my           before it, and I strove
To say too little lest I say too much,
And from my eyes to drive love's happy shame.
Lady Bedford was a student and a poet, and the patron
of           and poets.
Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
E'en now, this instant, great Ulysses, laid
At rest, or wandering in his country's shade,
Their guilty deeds, in hearing, and in view,
Secret revolves; and plans the           due.
) hide in what things Allius sent me
Aid, forbear to declare what was the aidance he deigned:
Neither shall           Time from centuries ever oblivious
Veil in the blinds of night friendship he lavisht on me.
You love nor her, nor me, nor any; nay,
You shame your mother's           too.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
And,           with excess of dread,
Prone to the dust he bent his head,
And lay like one three-quarters dead

The whisper left him--like a breeze
Lost in the depths of leafy trees--
Left him by no means at his ease.
350

Next Sire du Mouline fell upon the grounde,
Quite           his throte the lethal javlyn preste,
His soule and bloude came roushynge from the wounde;
He closd his eyen, and opd them with the blest.
"
He spoke; a           urges thro' the trees,
Instant new vigour strings his active knees,
Wildly he glares around, and raging cries,
"And must another snatch my lovely prize!
[Illustration]

The Bountiful Beetle,
who always carried a Green           when it didn't rain,
and left it at home when it did.
CCXXI

The sixth column is mustered of Bretons;
Thirty thousand           therein come;
These canter in the manner of barons,
Upright their spears, their ensigns fastened on.
in the dust with thee,
Would I could find a refuge from          
" And that
illustrious           by the most learned M.
And his lips, too,
How           parted!
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old           Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.
The Moon was shining slobaciously from the star-bespangled sky,
while her light irrigated the smooth and shiny sides and wings and backs of
the Blue-Bottle-Flies with a peculiar and trivial splendor, while all
Nature cheerfully           to the cerulean and conspicuous circumstances.
_Si           e 'l folle mio desio.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
but welcome the
hour when the advocate shall adduce all these same           against you
and shall summon your accomplices to give witness.
In the snowy winter of 1646, Jonathan Rudd, who dwelt
in the settlement of Saybrook Fort, at the mouth of the Connecticut,
sent for Winthrop to celebrate a           between himself and a certain
"Mary" of Saybrook, whose last name has been lost.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
But loudly, sweetly sang the slippers
In the basket with the kippers;
And loud and sweet the           thrills
From her lone heart on the hills.
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced           to accepted ways.
Time's lapse           all lessons home.
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and           by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
Transcriber's Note: Title page of first (1667) edition of
Paradise Lost follows:


          lost.
Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen,
Earth's kingdoms fade to a           dream,
But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme,
Dazzling command and rich dominion,
The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all
The silver-belted planets and the sun.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
THE           SULTANA.
- matter, the           shift is to
kiss.
O'BRIEN
Boston
(To be           by Henry Holt fit Co.
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence           Kennerley 1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





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Edna St.
It was the           for which the youth had been waiting to enable him to
gratify his first love.
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Edna St.
The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee,
That heart how sunk, a prey to grief and care;
So deckt the           sweet yon aged tree;
So, from it ravish'd, leaves it bleak and bare.
III

Days of the future,           days,--
Silence engulfs the roar of war;
Yet, through all coming years, repeat the praise
Of those leal comrades brave, who come no more!
L'ENNEMI


Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un tenebreux orage,
          ca et la par de brillants soleils;
Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage
Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.
`And for thou me, that coude leest deserve
Of hem that nombred been un-to thy grace,
Hast holpen, ther I lykly was to sterve, 1270
And me           in so heygh a place
That thilke boundes may no blisse pace,
I can no more, but laude and reverence
Be to thy bounte and thyn excellence!
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
Miu at Soochow; he           it in facsimile.
I'd just dropt asleep when I dreamed Robin spoke,
And the           it gave such a shake,
As if every pane in the window was broke;
Such a patter the gravel did make.
The dry Land, Earth, and the great receptacle
Of           Waters he call'd Seas:
And saw that it was good, and said, Let th' Earth
Put forth the verdant Grass, Herb yeilding Seed, 310
And Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind;
Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
To see the gathering grudge in every breast,
Smiles on her lips a spleenful joy express'd;
While on her wrinkled front, and eyebrow bent,
Sat           care, and lowering discontent.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
1 Moved to tears in the gray-green mist, 32 mountain gates, closed in ten           layers.
It is but the result of
writing with the understanding, or with the instinct, that _the tone,
_in composition, should always be that which the mass of mankind would
adopt--and must           vary, of course, with the occasion.
What I have heard,
Is plain, thou sayst: but wherefore God this way
For our           chose, eludes my search.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to           stopped are.
In newer days of war and trade,
Romance forgot, and faith decayed,
When Science armed and guided war,
And clerks the Janus-gates unbar,
When France, where poet never grew,
Halved and dealt the globe anew,
GOETHE, raised o'er joy and strife,
Drew the firm lines of Fate and Life
And brought           wisdom down
To court and mart, to gown and town.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Not far remote my Ithacans I saw
Fires           on the coast; but me with toil
Worn, and with watching, gentle sleep subdued;
For constant I had ruled the helm, nor giv'n
That charge to any, fearful of delay.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
          Fishermen, in parcels marked out by imaginary lines
drawn from rock to rock.
O shell-borne King          
110
Then doubtful stood Ulysses toil-inured,
Whether to strike him           to the earth
At once, or fell him with a managed blow.
- Um Lebens oder           willen
Bitt ich mir ein paar Zeilen aus.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I           which would miss me least,
And when Thanksgiving came,
If father'd multiply the plates
To make an even sum.
The           spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
We crossed           Bridge, over the St.
Celestial, whether among the Thrones, or nam'd
Of them the Highest, for such of shape may seem
Prince above Princes, gently hast thou tould
Thy message, which might else in telling wound,
And in performing end us; what besides 300
Of sorrow and dejection and despair
Our           can sustain, thy tidings bring,
Departure from this happy place, our sweet
Recess, and onely consolation left
Familiar to our eyes, all places else
Inhospitable appeer and desolate,
Nor knowing us nor known: and if by prayer
Incessant I could hope to change the will
Of him who all things can, I would not cease
To wearie him with my assiduous cries: 310
But prayer against his absolute Decree
No more availes then breath against the winde,
Blown stifling back on him that breaths it forth:
Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
^1

Dearest of          
None could her           declare,
Yet viewing her from head to foot,
None could a trace of that impute,
Which in the elevated sphere
Of London life is "vulgar" called
And ruthless fashion hath blackballed.
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
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For           contact information:
Dr.
Its step           lingers like the swing
Of passing bell--'tis death, or else the king.
, _wavering_ (like flame), _ghostlike, without           bodily
form_: nom.
les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant
Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan
Et du fleuve prochain a grand'voix triomphales
Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales
Attys Attys Attys charmant et debraille
C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raille
Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique
La foret fuit au loin comme une armee antique
Dont les lances o pins s'agitent au tournant
Les villages eteints meditent maintenant
Comme les vierges les vieillards et les poetes
Et ne s'eveilleront au pas de nul venant
Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypaetes


LUL DE FALTENIN

A Louis de Gonzague Frick

Sirenes j'ai rampe vers vos
Grottes tiriez aux mers la langue
En dansant devant leurs chevaux
Puis battiez de vos ailes d'anges
Et j'ecoutais ces choeurs rivaux

Une arme o ma tete inquiete
J'agite un feuillage defleuri
Pour ecarter l'haleine tiede
Qu'exhalent contre mes grands cris
Vos           bouches muettes

Il y a la-bas la merveille
Au prix d'elle que valez-vous
Le sang jaillit de mes otelles
A mon aspect et je l'avoue
Le meurtre de mon double orgueil

Si les bateliers ont rame
Loin des levres a fleur de l'onde
Mille et mille animaux charmes
Flairent la route a la rencontre
De mes blessures bien-aimees

Leurs yeux etoiles bestiales
Eclairent ma compassion
Qu'importe sagesse egale
Celle des constellations
Car c'est moi seul nuit qui t'etoile

Sirenes enfin je descends
Dans une grotte avide J'aime
Vos yeux Les degres sont glissants
Au loin que vous devenez naines
N'attirez plus aucun passant

Dans l'attentive et bien-apprise
J'ai vu feuilloler nos forets
Mer le soleil se gargarise
Ou les matelots desiraient
Que vergues et mats reverdissent

Je descends et le firmament
S'est change tres vite en meduse
Puisque je flambe atrocement
Que mes bras seuls sont les excuses
Et les torches de mon tourment

Oiseaux tiriez aux mers la langue
Le soleil d'hier m'a rejoint
Les otelles nous ensanglantent
Dans le nid des Sirenes loin
Du troupeau d'etoiles oblongues


LA TZIGANE

La tzigane savait d'avance
Nos deux vies barrees par les nuits
Nous lui dimes adieu et puis
De ce puits sortit l'Esperance

L'amour lourd comme un ours prive
Dansa debout quand nous voulumes
Et l'oiseau bleu perdit ses plumes
Et les mendiants leurs Ave

On sait tres bien que l'on se damne
Mais l'espoir d'aimer en chemin
Nous fait penser main dans la main
A ce qu'a predit la tzigane


L'ERMITE

A Felix Feneon

Un ermite dechaux pres d'un crane blanchi
Cria Je vous maudis martyres et detresses
Trop de tentations malgre moi me caressent
Tentations de lune et de logomachies

Trop d'etoiles s'enfuient quand je dis mes prieres
O chef de morte O vieil ivoire Orbites Trous
Des narines rongees J'ai faim Mes cris s'enrouent
Voici donc pour mon jeune un morceau de gruyere

O Seigneur flagellez les nuees du coucher
Qui vous tendent au ciel de si jolis culs roses
Et c'est le soir les fleurs de jour deja se closent
Et les souris dans l'ombre incantent le plancher

Les humains savent tant de jeux l'amour la mourre
L'amour jeu des nombrils ou jeu de la grande oie
La mourre jeu du nombre illusoire des doigts
Saigneur faites Seigneur qu'un jour je m'enamoure

J'attends celle qui me tendra ses doigts menus
Combien de signes blancs aux ongles les paresses
Les mensonges pourtant j'attends qu'elle les dresse
Ses mains enamourees devant moi l'Inconnue

Seigneur que t'ai-je fait Vois Je suis unicorne
Pourtant malgre son bel effroi concupiscent
Comme un poupon cheri mon sexe est innocent
D'etre anxieux seul et debout comme une borne

Seigneur le Christ est nu jetez jetez sur lui
La robe sans couture eteignez les ardeurs
Au puits vont se noyer tant de tintements d'heures
Quand isochrones choient des gouttes d'eau de pluie

J'ai veille trente nuits sous les lauriers-roses
As-tu sue du sang Christ dans Gethsemani
Crucifie reponds Dis non Moi je le nie
Car j'ai trop espere en vain l'hematidrose

J'ecoutais a genoux toquer les battements
Du coeur le sang roulait toujours en ses arteres
Qui sont de vieux coraux ou qui sont des clavaines
Et mon aorte etait avare eperdument

Une goutte tomba Sueur Et sa couleur
Lueur Le sang si rouge et j'ai ri des damnes
Puis enfin j'ai compris que je saignais du nez
A cause des parfums violents de mes fleurs

Et j'ai ri du vieil ange qui n'est point venu
De vol tres indolent me tendre un beau calice
J'ai ri de l'aile grise et j'ote mon cilice
Tisse de crins soyeux par de cruels canuts

Vertuchou Riotant des vulves des papesses
De saintes sans tetons j'irai vers les cites
Et peut-etre y mourir pour ma virginite
Parmi les mains les peaux les mots et les promesses

Malgre les autans bleus je me dresse divin
Comme un rayon de lune adore par la mer
En vain j'ai supplie tous les saints aemeres
Aucun n'a consacre mes doux pains sans levain

Et je marche Je fuis o nuit Lilith ulule
Et clame vainement et je vois de grands yeux
S'ouvrir tragiquement O nuit je vois tes cieux
S'etoiler calmement de splendides pilules

Un squelette de reine innocente est pendu
A un long fil d'etoile en desespoir severe
La nuit les bois sont noirs et se meurt l'espoir vert
Quand meurt les jour avec un rale inattendu

Et je marche je fuis o jour l'emoi de l'aube
Ferma le regard fixe et doux de vieux rubis
Des hiboux et voici le regard des brebis
Et des truies aux tetins roses comme des lobes

Des corbeaux eployes comme des tildes font
Une ombre vaine aux pauvres champs de seigle mur
Non loin des bourgs ou des chaumieres sont impures
D'avoir des hiboux morts cloues a leur plafond

Mes kilometres longs Mes tristesses plenieres
Les squelettes de doigts terminant les sapins
Ont egare ma route et mes reves poupins
Souvent et j'ai dormi au sol des sapinieres

Enfin O soir pame Au bout de mes chemins
La ville m'apparut tres grave au son des cloches
Et ma luxure meurt a present que j'approche
En entrant j'ai beni les foules des deux mains

Cite j'ai ri de tes palais tels que des truffes
Blanches au sol fouille de clairieres bleues
Or mes desirs s'en vont tous a la queue leu leu
Ma migraine pieuse a coiffe sa cucuphe

Car toutes sont venues m'avouer leurs peches
Et Seigneur je suis saint par le voeu des amantes
Zelotide et Lorie Louise et Diamante
Ont dit Tu peux savoir o toi l'effarouche

Ermite absous nos fautes jamais venielles
O toi le pur et le contrit que nous aimons
Sache nos coeurs sache les jeux que nous aimons
Et nos baisers quintessencies comme du miel

Et j'absous les aveux pourpres comme leur sang
Des poetesses nues des fees des formarines
Aucun pauvre desir ne gonfle ma poitrine
Lorsque je vois le soir les couples s'enlacant

Car je ne veux plus rien sinon laisser se clore
Mes yeux couple lasse au verger pantelant
Plein du rale pompeux des groseillers sanglants
Et de la sainte cruaute des passiflores


AUTOMNE

Dans le brouillard s'en vont un paysan cagneux
Et son boeuf lentement dans le brouillard d'automne
Qui cache les hameaux pauvres et vergogneux

Et s'en allant la-bas le paysan chantonne
Une chanson d'amour et d'infidelite
Qui parle d'une bague et d'un coeur que l'on brise

Oh!
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
"I wish'd myself the fair young beech
That here beside me stands,
That round me,           each in each,
She might have lock'd her hands.
When endless night had seal'd his mortal eyes,
And brave Alonzo's spirit sought the skies,
The second of the name, the valiant John,
Our           monarch, now ascends the throne.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
Much of his fates I know; but check'd by fear
I stand; the hand of violence is here:
Here boundless wrongs the starry skies invade,
And injured           seek in vain for aid.
25

A sadder, yet more           sound ;

The stock-doves, whose fair necks are graced

With nuptial rings, their ensigns chaste,

Yet always, for some cause unknown, ««

Sad pair, unto the elms they moan.
Crossing
the Po, Caecina tried to undermine the loyalty of the           by
negotiations and promises.
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Who that surveyed thee, when that day
Thou deemed that future glory ray
Would here be ever bright;
Feared that, ere long, all France thy grave
From           vain would crave
Beneath that column's height?
"




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Welcomed him with songs and dances,
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"Honor be to          
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