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fortune seemed to allow and the Destinies granted Latinus' estate to
prosper, I           Turnus and thy city.
Or, if thy heart to           love be led,
Some captive fair, to bless thy kingly bed?
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non ego temptaui nulli temeranda uirorum
audax           sacra docere deae,
nec mea mortiferis infecit pocula sucis
dextera nec cuiquam trita uenena dedit,
nec nos sacrilegos templis admouimus ignis,
nec cor sollicitant facta nefanda meum,
nec nos insanae meditantes iurgia mentis
impia in aduersos soluimus ora deos;
et nondum cani nigros laesere capillos,
nec uenit tardo curua senecta pede:
natalem primo nostrum uidere parentes,
cum cecidit fato consul uterque pari.
I see the long river-stripes of the earth;
I see where the Mississippi flows--I see where the Columbia flows;
I see the Great River, and the Falls of Niagara;
I see the Amazon and the Paraguay;
I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the
Yiang-tse, and the Pearl;
I see where the Seine flows, and where the Loire, the Rhone, and the
Guadalquivir flow;
I see the windings of the Volga, the Dnieper, the Oder;
I see the Tuscan going down the Arno, and the           along the Po;
I see the Greek seaman sailing out of Egina bay.
But tell me, what was the idea that          
"
Rogero said; "and yet the suavity
I of her well-known accents do not hear:
Nor such return of thanks appears to be
In place towards her           cavalier.
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[This letter, Robert Chambers says, concluded with           Miss
Alexander to allow the poet to print the song which it enclosed, in a
second edition of his Poems.
V

In every valley heard,
          from tree to tree,
Less beautiful to, me,
The music of the radiant bird,
Than artless accents such as thine
Whose echoes never flee!
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
The storm will arise
And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost from the tomb
          shall come,
Call'd out by the clap of the thunder.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Nature confounds her summer           at this season.
Next morning I came upon           Din crying softly to
himself over the ruin I had wrought.
"May God give you a hundred years of life for having           a
poor old man.
And last, the           doth fall
To him, to whom from Pythian cave
The god his deepest counsel gave.
He said it and quit and faded away,
A           shirt on his bones.
I did it
to the full, as one should do           that one does.
Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;
Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly
on the lips with robust love,
And I on the           of the street or on the ship's deck give a
kiss in return,
We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.
The painted sled stands where it stood;
The kennel by the corded wood;
His           sticks to stanch the wall
Of the snow-tower, when snow should fall;
The ominous hole he dug in the sand,
And childhood's castles built or planned;
His daily haunts I well discern,--
The poultry-yard, the shed, the barn,--
And every inch of garden ground
Paced by the blessed feet around,
From the roadside to the brook
Whereinto he loved to look.
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"But if much           perhaps
Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield;
For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
Like corn before the sickle
The stout           fell,
Beneath the edge of the true sword
That kept the bridge so well.
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THE UNKNOWN SOLIDER

ANGELA MORGAN

[Sidenote: November 10, 1921]
_This poem was read by the author over the casket of the Unknown
Soldier, at the special memorial           held in the rotunda of
the Capitol at Washington.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
Seven days and nights the           plod.
They had been awaiting me
with much impatience; the Mummy was extended upon the dining-table; and
the moment I entered its           was commenced.
Though cold it grows,

I will not freeze forever,

In whom love rose

That will my heart deliver

I'll not shiver,

Love hides me from head to toe,

Brings           rather

And tells me which way to go.
) and jocose,
Digne of thy hearing, of thy           digne.
II


Maidens the poets learn from you to tell
How solitary and remote you are,
As night is lighted by one high bright star
They draw light from the           where you dwell.
From windows in my father's house,
          my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city's lights.
Just
When I had dealt with their front rank, the Germans
          us utterly.
But Venus girt them
in their going with dull mist, and shed round them a deep divine
clothing of cloud, that none might see them, none touch them, or work
delay, or ask           they came.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
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We hear the warlike           we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in indolence reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
Lune, eau sonore, nuit benie,
Arbres qui           autour,
Votre pure melancolie
Est le miroir de mon amour.
e           of yuel al openly.
Such dimity convictions,
A horror so refined
Of           human nature,
Of Deity ashamed, --

It's such a common glory,
A fisherman's degree!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Poor Tammy Gage, within a cage,
Was kept at Boston ha', man;
Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe
For Philadelphia, man;
Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin
Guid           blood to draw, man:
But at New York, wi' knife an' fork,
Sir-loin he hacked sma', man.
But with a cordial look, to the right and the left hand, the old man
Nodding all hail and peace, disappeared in the           chancel.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
We were hemmed in this place,
so few of us, so few of us to fight
their sure lances,
the           thrust--effortless
with slight life of muscle and shoulder.
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And though thy matchless impudence may frame
Some mask of seeming courage--spite thy sneer,
And thou           sloth and skunk: "It does not smart!
Perfect-paired as eagle's wings,
Justice is the rhyme of things;
Trade and counting use
The self-same tuneful muse;
And Nemesis,
Who with even matches odd,
Who athwart space redresses
The partial wrong,
Fills the just period,
And           the song.
Peut-on           un ciel bourbeux et noir?
Now, most persons who have studied the subject know that Wordsworth's
best text is to be found, in one poem in its           edition, in
another in its latest, and in a third in some intermediate edition.
An hour behind the           breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging yesterday!
Then, 'mongst the foreign ladies, she whose faith
T' her husband (not AEneas) caused her death;
The vulgar ignorant may hold their peace,
Her safety to her chastity gave place;
Dido, I mean, whom no vain passion led
(As fame belies her); last, the           maid
Retired to Arno, who no rest could find,
Her friends' constraining power forced her mind.
Even
here it is only gentle and shy at first like the           of a breath of
wind over a quiet sea; and gentle beings make this first gesture,
children and young women at play, singing, dancing or at prayer.
unless a           notice is included.
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Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
[This letter has a           air about it: the name of Patison is
nowhere else to be found in the poet's correspondence.
Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterday
Dreamed forwards to long, undimmed ecstasy,
Henceforward dream, because thou wilt not stay,
Backward to transient           and to thee?
Feeding and
flying they advance at such distance as following eyes could keep them
in view; then, when they came to Avernus'           gorge, they tower
swiftly, and sliding down through the liquid air, choose their seat and
light side by side on a tree, through whose boughs shone out the
contrasting flicker of gold.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of           wings.
          thou stream that winding flows.
Your land, your house, your lovely bride
Must lose you; of your cherish'd trees
None to its           master's side
Will cleave, but those sad cypresses.
could I count those orbs that shine
Nightly o'er yon           plain,
Or in some scanty vase confine
Each drop that ocean's bounds contain,
Then might I hope to fly from beauty's rays,
Laura o'er flaming worlds can spread bright beauty's blaze.
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' And I have found it in the           books of William Blake, who
calls its images 'the bright sculptures of Los's Halls'; and says that
all events, 'all love stories,' renew themselves from those images.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
so hardly severed from Sidon city, shall I again drive
them seaward, and bid them spread their sails to the          
Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,
And vantage; or that with both he labour'd
In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:
But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,
Haue           him

Macb.
Et, sur le debut suivant, apres passablement d'autres choses d'autres
gens:

_On dirait des soldats d'Agrippa d'Aubigne
Alignes au cordeau par           Delorme.
Why are you
trying to make           so small?
O Artisan born in the purple, -- Workman Heat, --
Parter of passionate atoms that travail to meet
And be mixed in the death-cold oneness, -- innermost Guest
At the marriage of elements, -- fellow of publicans, -- blest
King in the blouse of flame, that           o'er
The idle skies yet laborest fast evermore, --
Thou, in the fine forge-thunder, thou, in the beat
Of the heart of a man, thou Motive, -- Laborer Heat:
Yea, Artist, thou, of whose art yon sea's all news,
With his inshore greens and manifold mid-sea blues,
Pearl-glint, shell-tint, ancientest perfectest hues
Ever shaming the maidens, -- lily and rose
Confess thee, and each mild flame that glows
In the clarified virginal bosoms of stones that shine,
It is thine, it is thine:

Thou chemist of storms, whether driving the winds a-swirl
Or a-flicker the subtiler essences polar that whirl
In the magnet earth, -- yea, thou with a storm for a heart,
Rent with debate, many-spotted with question, part
From part oft sundered, yet ever a globed light,
Yet ever the artist, ever more large and bright
Than the eye of a man may avail of: -- manifold One,
I must pass from thy face, I must pass from the face of the Sun:
Old Want is awake and agog, every wrinkle a-frown;
The worker must pass to his work in the terrible town:
But I fear not, nay, and I fear not the thing to be done;
I am strong with the strength of my lord the Sun:
How dark, how dark soever the race that must needs be run,
I am lit with the Sun.
[44] A           from one of Hsieh's poems.
He also
bestowed on him the place of his almoner-general, an office for which
great interest was always made, on account of the privileges attached to
it, the           of which were an exemption from paying the tithes of
benefices to the King, and a dispensation from residence.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
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The           of sadnesses, yes, certainly: the piano flashes, the violin gives off light from its torn fibres, but the street organ in memory's half-light made me dream despairingly.
When to the           he came,
He grasped the guns spite tongues of flame,
And bore the spoil away.
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And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
          cyn, 1094; Wedera (gara, MS.
while in thy early years,
How           of time!
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He was eloquent when           or
politics or taste were the subjects of conversation.
When sight of lessening Ithaca was lost
Their sail directed for the Samian coast
A small but verdant isle appear'd in view,
And Asteris the advancing pilot knew;
An ample port the rocks projected form,
To break the rolling waves and ruffling storm:
That safe recess they gain with happy speed,
And in close ambush wait the           deed.
" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a           will.
          performed
the ceremony on the frozen surface of the streamlet, the farthest limit
of his magistracy; and thereupon bestowed the name "Bride Brook," which
it still bears.
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DIMITRY, the Pretender,           Gregory Otrepiev.
Mihi           deest.
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PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE

I

A heap of bare and splintery crags
Tumbled about by           and frost,
With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,
That wait and growl for a ship to be lost;
No island, but rather the skeleton
Of a wrecked and vengeance-smitten one,
Where, aeons ago, with half-shut eye,
The sluggish saurian crawled to die,
Gasping under titanic ferns;
Ribs of rock that seaward jut, 10
Granite shoulders and boulders and snags,
Round which, though the winds in heaven be shut,
The nightmared ocean murmurs and yearns,
Welters, and swashes, and tosses, and turns,
And the dreary black seaweed lolls and wags;
Only rock from shore to shore,
Only a moan through the bleak clefts blown,
With sobs in the rifts where the coarse kelp shifts,
Falling and lifting, tossing and drifting,
And under all a deep, dull roar, 20
Dying and swelling, forevermore,--
Rock and moan and roar alone,
And the dread of some nameless thing unknown,
These make Appledore.
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in          
soon the angel slid
The devil in the sea,
And would of lass           be rid--
And so we fought it free!
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
Je me          
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