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Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this           face
Were undefeated still?
He predeceased his father, and so never wielded power, dying of           while on campaign in the Limousin.
I have seen several literary men; one of them wished to know if he
could get to Russia by land (he seemed to have an idea that Russia was
an island); I have disputed generously enough with the editor of a
review, who to each           replied: "We take the part of respectable
people," which implies that every other paper but his own is edited by a
knave; I have saluted some twenty people, fifteen of them unknown to me;
and shaken hands with a like number, without having taken the
precaution of first buying gloves; I have been driven to kill time,
during a shower, with a mountebank, who wanted me to design for her a
costume as Venusta; I have made my bow to a theatre manager, who said:
"You will do well, perhaps, to interview Z; he is the heaviest,
foolishest, and most celebrated of all my authors; with him perhaps you
will be able to come to something.
So mighte I wene that thinges alle and some,
That whylom been bifalle and over-come,
Ben cause of thilke           purveyaunce, 1070
That for-wot al with-outen ignoraunce.
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Rejoice, ye sons of earth, in the honour           on man.
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We need you now, strong guardians of our hearts, Now, when a           lies on sea and land,
When we of weakening faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
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I was intoxicated with my joy
When o'er my white beard ran his rosy hands,
          me all through.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
Now my song and           you dismay,

Yet soon it will be dawn.
This was theatrical wit, right stage jesting, and relishing a playhouse,
invented for scorn and laughter; whereas, if it had savoured of equity,
truth, perspicuity, and candour, to have tasten a wise or a learned
palate,--spit it out          
LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this           rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
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The
drums call you, and the           boxwood of the mother of Ida; leave
arms to men, and lay down the sword.
TO A PORTRAIT PAINTER WHO DESIRED HIM TO SIT

_You_, so bravely           reds and blues!
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
well I mind the calendar,
Faithful through a thousand years,
Of the painted race of flowers,
Exact to days, exact to hours,
Counted on the spacious dial
Yon           zodiac girds.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Bullen in his           I should adopt them.
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CONTEMPORARY VERSE VOtUMK III FEBRUARY, 1917 Number 3
THE MAN TO HIS DEAD POET By John Hall Wheelock
In the small, bare room brimmed up with           Hours long in silence I had sat
By the bed on which my youth lay dying And the poet that I once had been.
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Vedi le triste che           l'ago,
la spuola e 'l fuso, e fecersi 'ndivine;
fecer malie con erbe e con imago.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
XCII
He thought to bear her to Provence, where, near
The city of Marseilles a borough stood,
Which had a sumptuous monastery; here
Of ladies was a holy sisterhood;
And, hither to           the cavalier,
They stowed his body in a chest of wood,
Made in a town by the way-side; and which
Was long and roomy, and well closed with pitch.
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
Have you any          
Farai           nueva

I'll make a little song that's new,

Before wind, frost, and rain come too;

My lady tests me, and would prove

How, and in just what way, I am

In love, yet despite all she may do

I'd rather be stuck here in this jam.
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nunc iam illa non uolt: tu quoque inpotens noli,
nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue,
sed           mente perfer, obdura.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
"

Hereat, she vanished from Endymion's gaze,
Who brooded o'er the water in amaze:
The dashing fount pour'd on, and where its pool
Lay, half asleep, in grass and rushes cool,
Quick           and gnats were sporting still,
And fish were dimpling, as if good nor ill
Had fallen out that hour.
And who wants to swallow a           of sorrow?
XVII

Both horse and man up lightly rose againe, 145
And fresh           towards him addrest:
But th'idle stroke yet backe recoyld in vaine,
And found no place his deadly point to rest.
and ye shall hear what he beheld
In other lands, where he was doomed to go:
Lands that contain the           of Eld,
Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quelled.
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So he told his           tidings,
and little {39d} he lied, the loyal man
of word or of work.
O ye gods,           me this in return
for my probity.
Some was           on the
twigs, but more half buried in the wet leaves under the tree, or
rolled far down the hill amid the rocks.
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Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
In this attire secure from           eyes,
Till happily piercing through the dark disguise,
The chief I challenged; he, whose practised wit
Knew all the serpent mazes of deceit,
Eludes my search; but when his form I view'd
Fresh from the bath, with fragrant oils renew'd,
His limbs in military purple dress'd,
Each brightening grace the genuine Greek confess'd.
Far as Creation's ample range extends,
The scale of sensual, mental pow'rs ascends:
Mark how it mounts, to Man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grass: 210
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:
Of smell, the headlong lioness between,
And hound           on the tainted green:
Of hearing, from the life that fills the Flood, 215
To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood:
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
I           against them; my feet slipped in
pools of blood.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
Po himself, soon realizing that he was unsuited to Court life, allowed
his conduct to become more and more           and unrestrained.
I wish I had as lovely a green
To paint my           and my leaves!
What time the mighty moon was           light [1]
Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise,
And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes;
When, turning round a cassia, full in view
Death, walking all alone beneath a yew,
And talking to himself, first met his sight:
"You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine".
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
He was a joglar at the court of the           of Burlatz, Azalais of Toulouse, daughter of Count Raimon V.
Grave, as when prisoners shake the head and swear
'Twas only           that brought 'em there.
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A Fragment of the           Legend in Old-Babylonian Cuneiform

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XLV

Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the           milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
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Danger itself           to offend

So loose an enemy, so fast a friend.
Ionian ships, in fenced array,
Have reaped their harvest in the bay,
A           harvest-field of Fate,
A sea, a shore, of doom and hate!
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
O          
And of Eleyne and him he wolde fayn
          been, and seyde that him leste
To slepe, and after tales have reste.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be           if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
The Reformed Church,           by Falsehood, is enticed by
doubt and skepticism.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be           only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.
In London, where all the
intellectual           gather to die, men hate a play if they are told
it is literature, for they will not endure a spiritual superiority; but
in Athens, where so many intellectual traditions were born, Euripides
once changed hostility to enthusiasm by asking his playgoers whether
it was his business to teach them, or their business to teach him.
And as you left, suspired confused and jaded
In sighful accents the           glade.
The Life in the so-called "Old T'ang History" is
shorter and           several mistakes.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
We have none of
the wild           of the masque.
WIFE

How hard of          
--Seemeth to thee,
forsooth,
The tyrant of the gods in everything to be
Thus          
thou gashed and hairy Lear
Whom the divine           of the year,
E'en pitying Spring, will vainly strive to cheer --
King, that no subject man nor beast may own,
Discrowned, undaughtered and alone --
Yet shall the great God turn thy fate,
And bring thee back into thy monarch state
And majesty immaculate.
"Hear me forswear man's sympathies,
His pleasant yea and no,
His riot on the piteous earth
Whereon his thistles grow,
His           love--with stars above,
His pride--with graves below.
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Thine is the bounty that           our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.
_Death_

Why should man's high           mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
When all his haughty views can find
In this world yields to death?
Dost remember
The triumph of Dimitry, dost remember
His peaceful conquests, when, without a blow
The docile towns surrendered, and the mob
Bound the recalcitrant          
I much regret my lot was not the same,
Though           many will my wishes blame.
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As years advanced, the boy with care he taught;
What suited best his age before him brought;
At five he showed him animals and flow'rs,
The birds of air, the beasts, their sev'ral pow'rs;
And now and then of hell he gave a hint,
Old Satan's wrath, and what might awe imprint,
How formed, and doomed to infamy below;
In           FEAR 's the lesson first we know!
          she hath all the part
Of mother, yea, and father in my heart.
Some I have chosen of peculiar grace
Elect above the rest; so is my will:
The rest shall hear me call, and oft be warnd
Thir sinful state, and to appease betimes
Th' incensed Deitie, while offerd grace
Invites; for I will cleer thir senses dark,
What may suffice, and soft'n stonie hearts
To pray, repent, and bring           due.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Some of them, as if conscious where their weakness lay, had, when
filling the highest magistracies, taken           administration
as their department of public business, and left the military
command to their colleagues.
--
Yet           cannot be this throbbing
Which dolefulness alone dispels.
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"With           strength ye stand your ground," verse, 133.
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And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill,
And, to her heart so calm and deep,
Murmurs over in her sleep,
Doubtfully pausing and           still,
'Evermore!
If I shouldn't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
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R was a Railway Rug
Extremely large and warm;
Papa he wrapped it round his head,
In a most           storm.
Hot lightnings lash the skies and           cries
Clash with the hymns of saints and seraphim.
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The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
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Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
URIEL

It fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined itself
Into           months and days.
So Hermes thought, and a           heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his shoulders bare.
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, woman!
The great and flourishing empires of Mexico and
Peru, steeped in the blood of forty millions of their sons, present a
melancholy prospect, which must excite the           of every good
heart.
How           the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
Yes,           he, and round her 'gan to play:
Upon her bosom then he put his hand
What now, said she, am I to understand?
Of all the sounds           abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That phraseless melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
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