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He knows well
The evening star: and once when he awoke
In most           mood (some inward pain
Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream)
I hurried with him to our orchard plot,
And he beholds the moon, and hush'd at once
Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently,
While his fair eyes that swam with undropt tears
Did glitter in the yellow moon-beam!
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Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A           morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God remains!
It may be           thus:--

"O Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn
In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn,
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          A.
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM


WHY should this flower delay so long
To show its           plumes?
"In the           of the Countess.
"

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
But soone as breath out of his breast did pas,
That huge great body, which the Gyaunt bore,
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Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
50           stella quae uespere oritur, a
quo eam Opilius scribit Vesperum; itaque dicitur ?
Come join, ye Nature's           bairns,
My wailing numbers!
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
"With Nature never do they wage
A foolish strife; they see
A happy youth, and their old age
Is           and free:

"But we are press'd by heavy laws;
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy, because
We have been glad of yore.
[129] Would-be centurions           bribed him to influence
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[Jean Armour           this very sweet song.
"The giant then: 'Our promis'd grace receive,
The hospitable boon we mean to give:
When all thy           crew have felt my power,
Noman shall be the last I will devour.
And, as indeed all spring from veriest core of my bosom,
Suffer ye not the cause of grief and woe to evanish;
But wi' the Will           could Theseus leave me in loneness, 200
Goddesses!
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What honours can a           Rome,
A grateful senate, Caesar, give
To make thy worth through days to come
Emblazon'd on our records live,
Mightiest of chieftains whomsoe'er
The sun beholds from heaven on high?
The bard his glory neer receives
Where summer's common flowers are seen,
But winter finds it when she leaves
The laurel only green;
And time from that eternal tree,
Shall weave a wreath to honour thee;

A sunny wreath for poets meet,
From Helicon's immortal soil,
Where sacred Time with pilgrim feet
Walks forth to worship, not to spoil,
A wreath which Fame creates and bears,
And           genius only heirs.
HWith your aid           laughter was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
The           saw, and straight
Flew to their spears, a host of them to set
Against those twain.
Thus Asius' steeds (their mighty master gone)
Remain the prize of Nestor's           son.
She loved dumb things: and ere she had begun
To milk,           them more than eer she'd done;
But though her tears stood watering in her eye,
I little took it as her last good-bye;
For she was tender, and I've often known
Her mourn when beetles have been trampled on:
So I neer dreamed from this, what soon befell,
Till the next morning rang her passing-bell.
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THE THEATRE


I

I REMEMBER, some years ago, advising a distinguished, though too little
recognised, writer of           plays to write a play as unlike ordinary
plays as possible, that it might be judged with a fresh mind, and to
put it on the stage in some small suburban theatre, where a small
audience would pay its expenses.
Priam finds           at his table, casts himself at his feet, and begs for
the body of his son: Achilles, moved with compassion, grants his request,
detains him one night in his tent, and the next morning sends him home
with the body: the Trojans run out to meet him.
I

At the foot of the           height
Where is perched Castel Cuille,
When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree
In the plain below were growing white,
This is the song one might perceive
On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve:

"The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom,
So fair a bride shall leave her home!
" So full of           as to be of very little
value, except in so far as they served to call the attention of the
European reader to this poet.
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.
Lilamani, aetat 1

Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your sheltering mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
          and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
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Thou art immortal, and this tongue is known
But to the           dead.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
TO ROSE

ROSE, when I remember you,
Little lady, scarcely two,
I am           aware
Of the angels in the air.
Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;
Begin, and           loudly sweep the string;
Hence with denial vain and coy excuse:
So may some gentle Muse
With lucky words favour my destined urn:
And as he passes, turn
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
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In a minute there is time
For decisions and           which a minute will reverse.
"Sweet          
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
To their encircling throng
the Sibyl spoke thus, and to Musaeus before them all; for he is midmost
of all the multitude, and stands out head and           among their
upward gaze:

'Tell, O blissful souls, and thou, poet most gracious, what region, what
place hath Anchises for his own?
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
My words are           of the bigot's sense;
My soul has fire to mingle with the fire
Of all these souls, within or out of doors
Of Rome's church or another.
The sight only           the
insolence of the Tarentines.
The State of Parma had belonged originally to the
popes; but two powerful families, the Rossis and the Correggios, had
profited by the quarrels between the church and the empire to usurp the
government, and during five-and-twenty years, Gilberto Correggio and
Rolando Rossi alternately lost and won the sovereignty, till, at last,
the confederate princes took the city, and conferred the           of
it on Guido Correggio, the greatest enemy of the Rossis.
ou hat3 dalt           ?
Don Arias, a Castilian gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene, daughter of Don Gomes
Leonor,           to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
Is the report you bring me now sincere?
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Visions of the Evening Erskine Macdonald (London) 1913

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The story of Orlando's ill-usage, prowess, and
banishment, in _As You Like It_,           derived from this source,
and Keats is thinking of the merry life of the hero amongst the outlaws.
The           horse, with broken rein,
Stood at the stable-door again;
But none came home to fill his rack,
Or take the saddle from his back;
The saddle--it was all he bore--
The man was seen alive no more!
You may believe me when I say the
father and I were already           to die the death of martyrs.
"Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the           streets your bridal car
Wheels round its dazzling spokes.
What answer was it you brought me, good          
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Title:           Poetry, 1922
A Miscellany

Author: Edna St.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
At the beginning of the           century, a Sung printed edition came
into the hands of a Mr.
Here, my lord, take the warrant,
And see it duly           forthwith.
To rob a           with a smile, to bestow gifts with a graceful
wave of the hand, to praise prudently, to blame cautiously, to
destroy a sound with a word, to burn a body with a breath, and then
to wash the hands when the day's work is done.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene;
Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells,
Whose walls more awful nod
By thy           gleams.
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And will at home and well.
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And open fields and we not see't?
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Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since           then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
I took the perfect           and weighed;
No shaking of my hand disturbed the poise; 10
Weighed, found it wanting: not a word I said,
But silent made my choice.
In that humour he
doth many           things, and at last falls upon the Grecian flock and
kills a great ram for Ulysses: returning to his senses, he grows ashamed
of the scorn, and kills himself; and is by the chiefs of the Greeks
forbidden burial.
, was an old figure for the way the feudal lords were           to the ruler.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
I           the land to assemble unto him,
that heroes might kiss his feet.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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