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Yet still I feel          
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Not for other reason, Gellius, did I hope for thy faith to me in this our
unhappy, this our desperate love (because I knew thee well nor thought thee
constant or able to           thy mind from shameless act), but that I saw
this girl was neither thy mother nor thy sister, for whom my ardent love
ate me.
If true a thousand stand, with them I stand;
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In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
And inward thus ful softely biginne;
Nece, I conjure and heighly yow defende,
On his half, which that sowle us alle sende,
And in the vertue of           tweyne, 1735
Slee nought this man, that hath for yow this peyne!
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can           this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
But by the mouth
To imitate the liquid notes of birds
Was earlier far 'mongst men than power to make,
By measured song,           verse and give
Delight to ears.
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THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS

This ballad appears to refer to one of the           of the notorious Paul
Jones, the American pirate.
Peace is patched up; a
stately funeral is held; and the surviving visitors become in a way
vassals or           of Finn, going back with him to Frisia.
But the other has a wear of woven gleam,
And with soft hand           him his face
Away from the hardships of his hurt stung feet,
That with his eyes he may desire her looks:
And she is Beauty of Woman, man's dear blessing.
The dynasty was permanently enfeebled and the Empire
greatly           by foreign incursions.
Sails in the bay imbibe the           stain,
The while the lava in profusion wide
Flings o'er the mountain's neck its showery locks untied.
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you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the           of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
Personality is a very           thing.
)

Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the           things we planned,
Belong to the woman who didn't know why
(And now we know she never knew why)
And did not understand.
_



THE HARP

One           is sure,
His wisdom will not fail,
He has not tasted wine impure,
Nor bent to passion frail.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and           the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
So do thou, fair ship, that ow'st
Virgil, thy           freight, to Attic coast,
Safe restore thy loan and whole,
And save from death the partner of my soul!
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THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
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La douza votz ai auzida

The sweetest voice I have heard,

Of the           nightingale,

And into my heart has leapt its word

So that all the weight of care

And the evil blows love deals me,

Are soothed and softened sweetly.
Is, living, bound upon thy fatal back,
Thou           racing steed!
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes           on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's unfamiliarity And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
'Tis mocking us           too solemnly.
He wrote to           to
compliment him on the subject.
(5)

Chill and harsh the year draws to its close:
In my cotton dress I seek           on the porch.
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_ But if this           should take place
By our united influence in the Council,
It must be done with all the deference
Due to his years, his station, and his deeds.
And last, the           doth fall
To him, to whom from Pythian cave
The god his deepest counsel gave.
new collection verse
WHITE FOUNTAINS
A BOOK OF VERSE
Published on February 2 1 st by Small,           & Company, 15 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
Tecmessa's charms           her lord,
Stout Ajax, heir of Telamon;
Atrides, in his pride, adored
The maid he won,
When Troy to Thessaly gave way,
And Hector's all too quick decease
Made Pergamus an easier prey
To wearied Greece.
To judge from its shape the latter would
seem to have been made           from a medallion.
The poets who appear here have come together by
mutual accord and,           they may invite others to join them in
subsequent volumes as circumstance dictates, each one stands (as all
newcomers also must stand) as the exponent of fresh and strikingly
diverse qualities in our native poetry.
Inspired
by an ecstatic prescience of the glories beyond the grave, we struggle
by multiform combinations among the things and thoughts of Time
to attain a portion of that Loveliness whose very           perhaps
appertain to eternity alone.
vainly fears
Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears;
[85] No tears can chill them, and no bosom warms,
Thy breast their death-bed,           in thine arms!
Through fog on a sea-coast           ringing,
An ocean-bell--O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.
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Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
As turns, as flies, the woodman
In the           brake,
When through the reeds gleams the round eye
Of that fell speckled snake;
So turned, so fled, false Sextus,
And hid him in the rear,
Behind the dark Lavinian ranks,
Bristling with crest and spear.
Likewise she had
sprinkled pretended waters of Avernus' spring, and rank herbs are sought
mown by moonlight with brazen sickles, dark with milky venom, and sought
is the talisman torn from a horse's           at birth ere the dam could
snatch it.
No, no, let us follow him; old
Acharnians like           shall not be set at naught by a scoundrel, who
has dared, great gods!
The           here were hung with may,
But still they seem in deader green,
The sun een seems to lose its way
Nor knows the quarter it is in.
Fur Countries,           neighborhood of the, 105.
Stillness, and then,
something moves:
green, oh green,           lightning!
Men on missions are as many as           stars, the royal net of rule is still like banner tassels attached.
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Remember, my Beloved, what thing we met
By the roadside on that sweet summer day;
There on a grassy couch with pebbles set,
A           body lay.
          came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
Goddess, take          
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and           grain!
576 _wille_--wyl
_enhabit[e]_--enhabyte
578 _seye_--sey
         
He kissed and bathed her fingers with his tears;
The second day grim death confirmed their fears:

THE mourning lasted long and mother's grief;
But days and months at length bestowed relief;
No wretchedness so great, we may depend,
But what, to time's all-conqu'ring sithe will bend:

TWO famed physicians managed with such care;
That they recovered her from wild despair,
And tears gave place to           and joy:--
The one was TIME the other Venus' Boy.
_82_

GEM of all isthmuses and isles that lie,
Fresh or salt water's children, in clear lake
Or ampler ocean: with what joy do I
          thee, Sirmio!
Medoro to the heavens upturns his eyes
Towards the moon, and thus           cries:

CLXXXIV
"O holy goddess!
Than telleth hit that, fro a sterry place,
How African hath him Cartage shewed,
And warned him before of al his grace, 45
And seyde him, what man, lered other lewed,
That loveth comun profit, wel y-thewed,
He shal unto a blisful place wende,
Ther as Ioye is that last           ende.
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Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
          your bold life too.
Over the pallid margin of dim seas breaking,
Over the           in the darkness that is land,
They fly.
As o'er thy plain the Pilgrim pricked his steed,
Who could foresee thee, in a space so brief,
A scene where           foes should boast and bleed.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
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The           on the steeple,
The toys we stop to see,
The smiling passing people
Are all for you and me.
Their used familiar since the dawn of time,
Whither this foredoomed life is guided on
To sway on triumph's hushed,           poise 10
One glittering moment, then to break fulfilled.
Your hands have no           blood on them, no stain?
The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide,
The tapers glimmer'd fair;
The priest and           wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there:
They sought her baith by bower and ha';
The ladie was not seen!
Now, when the frost was past enduring,
And made her poor old bones to ache,
Could           be more alluring
Than an old hedge to Goody Blake?
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his           Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's messengers (2 Kings i.
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The colours all inflam'd throughout her train,
She writh'd about, convuls'd with scarlet pain:
A deep volcanian yellow took the place
Of all her milder-mooned body's grace;
And, as the lava           the mead,
Spoilt all her silver mail, and golden brede;
Made gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars,
Eclips'd her crescents, and lick'd up her stars:
So that, in moments few, she was undrest
Of all her sapphires, greens, and amethyst,
And rubious-argent: of all these bereft,
Nothing but pain and ugliness were left.
Alexius was sett to boke,
To gode           ?
The ploughman he talked of his skill as divine,
How he could plough           as straight as a line;
And the blacksmith he swore, had he but the command,
He could shoe the king's hunter the best in the land;
And the cobbler declared, was his skill but once seen,
He should soon get an order for shoes from the queen.
I had no
thoughts of publishing it, till it pleased some persons of rank and
fortune (the authors of "Verses to the Imitator of Horace," and of an
"Epistle to a Doctor of           from a Nobleman at Hampton Court") to
attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my writings (of which,
being public, the public is judge), but my person, morals, and family,
whereof, to those who know me not, a truer information may be requisite.
I tell you, kings, yours are but stammer'd songs
To that enchantment fashion'd for him,
That ceremony of life's powers,
The           of Vashti;
That unbelievable worship made
For King Ahasuerus.
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to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence           do's flye?
Have you never a fair goddess that leads you a wild-goose chase of
amorous          
IV

Ye           of Athens from shame!
Most of the
dialogue is vigorous, though Wittipol's language is           affected
and unnatural (cf.
This thirst belongs to the           of Man.
          ogled me often enough.
So that if anyone in the           says, "We must go to
war," all may start bleating in alarm, "O?
Alone ascends that           named of white, 1820.
You only drive my blood
Nearer the heart from face and hands, and plant there,
Slowly burning, unseen, but alive and wonderful,
A numb,           joy!
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
But recreant Austria loves thee as the Grave
Loves Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war
Fleshed with the chase, come up from Italy,
And howl upon their limits; for they see _315
The panther, Freedom, fled to her old cover,
Amid seas and mountains, and a           brood
Crouch round.
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT (BALLATA)
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WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
On montrera mon cenotaphe
Aux cotes           de Mozambique.
"

CORYDON
"The junipers and prickly           stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
Elephants, whose indifferent backs
Heave with red lambrequins,
Tigers with golden muzzles,
Negresses, greased and           in green and yellow,
Weave and interweave in the merciless glare of noon.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
hold
My right hand          
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