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MCMXXII





PREFATORY NOTE

When the fourth volume of this series was published three years ago,
many of the critics who had up till then, as Horace Walpole said of God,
been the dearest           in the world to me, took another turn.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm           of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
_ One who forms schemes or projects for           men.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
The Nightingale that in the           sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
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1908_, _but           two new poems_, _was published in September 1909_.
Among their stir, and while           is fiercest, lo!
e dynt with [t]o 3elde
2224 With a           bytte, bende by ?
--From night to night,
From day to day, the air           soft and mild;
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
Sie kam von ihrem Pfaffen,
Der sprach sie aller Sunden frei
Ich schlich mich hart am Stuhl vorbei,
Es ist ein gar           Ding,
Das eben fur nichts zur Beichte ging;
Uber die hab ich keine Gewalt!
" They are remarkable for their           odor.
Yet we love and faint not, for our love is one,
And we hope and flag not, for our hope is sure,
          there be nothing new beneath the sun
And no help for life and for death no cure.
Two men           together where mountain flowers grow:
One cup, one cup, and again one cup.
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
aut modo tam pleno           uela theatro,
et per maternas omnia festa domus?
None of his
work written in these veins has any value as literature; but the skill
with which this mere lad not eighteen years old gauged the taste
of the town and imitated all           of popular literature would
probably have no parallel in the history of journalism should such a
history ever come to be written.
We've no           down there at all.
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
But by no weeping is he stirred,           to all the words
he hears.
Like tears upon the palfreys' muzzles were
The hard reflections of the metal there;
From out these spectres, ages past exhumed,
And as their shadows on the roof-beams loomed,
Cast by the           light, each figure wan
Seemed growing, and a monstrous shape to don,
So that the double range of horrors made
The darkened zenith clouds of blackest shade,
That shaped themselves to profiles terrible.
Lycius to all made eloquent reply, 340
Marrying to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last,           to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
El mormorava; e non so che <>
sentiv' io la, ov' el sentia la piaga
de la           che si li pilucca.
"

XIII

Then bitterly some: "Was it wise now
To raise the tomb-door
For such          
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Your           part, is to receiue our Duties:
And our Duties are to your Throne, and State,
Children, and Seruants; which doe but what they should,
By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue
And Honor

King.
ay, before the flickering lamp of dawn

Has scared the hooting owlet to its nest,
And warned the bat to close its filmy vans,
Some Maenad girl with vine-leaves on her breast
Will filch their beech-nuts from the sleeping Pans
So softly that the little nested thrush
Will never wake, and then with shrilly laugh and leap will rush

Down the green valley where the fallen dew
Lies thick beneath the elm and count her store,
Till the brown Satyrs in a jolly crew
Trample the loosestrife down along the shore,
And where their horned master sits in state
Bring           and bloomy plums upon a wicker crate!
"





The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
Below her home the river rolled
With soft meloobious sound,
Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
In myriads           round.
what mortal           can move
The enormous burden, who but Heaven above?
Nor yet in these affairs
Is aught for wonder that these seeds of fire
Can thus together stream at time so fixed
And shape anew the           of the sun.
Soon, up aloft, 30
The silver, snarling           'gan to chide:
The level chambers, ready with their pride,
Were glowing to receive a thousand guests:
The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,
Star'd, where upon their heads the cornice rests,
With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
This word to yow y-nough           oughte.
No plant now knew the stock from which it came ;

He grafts upon the wild the tame,
That the           and adulterate fruit

Might put the palate in dispute.
To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd,
Art thou that Traitor Angel, art thou hee,
Who first broke peace in Heav'n and Faith, till then 690
Unbrok'n, and in proud           Arms
Drew after him the third part of Heav'ns Sons
Conjur'd against the highest, for which both Thou
And they outcast from God, are here condemn'd
To waste Eternal daies in woe and pain?
Your rainbow           in the skies.
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Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Non disse Cristo al suo primo convento:
'Andate, e           al mondo ciance';
ma diede lor verace fondamento;

e quel tanto sono ne le sue guance,
si ch'a pugnar per accender la fede
de l'Evangelio fero scudo e lance.
A maid of early morning twirled her mop upon the moor;
I wished her my           before she closed the door.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
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My pleugh is now thy bairn-time a',
Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw;
Forbye sax mae I've sell't awa,
That thou hast nurst:
They drew me           pund an' twa,
The vera warst.
'Tis           asked for this transformation, and, as
Aeschylus has it, "These are no borrowed feathers, but truly our
own.
Every one who reads           her fame, concedes her supremacy; but to
all except poets and Hellenists her name is a vague and uncomprehended
splendour, rising secure above a persistent mist of misconception.
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Greece, yet unconquer'd, kept alive the war,
Secure of death, confiding in despair:
Troy in proud hopes already view'd the main
Bright with the blaze, and red with heroes slain:
Like           is felt from hope, and from despair,
And each contends, as his were all the war.
[127] Latona, says the fable, flying from the serpent Python, and faint
with thirst, came to a pond, where some Lycian           were cutting the
bulrushes.
We twain had talked, in time of youth,
and made our boast, -- we were merely boys,
striplings still, -- to stake our lives
far at sea: and so we           it.
Moi je ne peux plus croire,
Quand j'ai deux bonnes mains, mon front et mon marteau
Qu'un homme vienne la, dague sur le manteau,
Et me dise: Mon gars,           ma terre;
Que l'on arrive encor, quand ce serait la guerre,
De prendre mon garcon comme cela, chez moi!
A Hair perhaps divides the False and True;
Yes; and a single Alif were the clue--
Could you but find it--to the Treasure-house,
And           to THE MASTER too;


LI.
Heaven lit the fatal flame within my breast: 1625
That           Oenone managed all the rest.
          LXI, LXII, LXVI 11.
If           then thy honest wish explore,
That dreadful thunder on thy foes shall roar.
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A           in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
unless a           notice is included.
Enclosing           on her poems

CLXX.
Here take our homage, Chief and Sire;
Here wreathe with bay thy conquering brow,
And bid the           Mede retire,
Our Caesar thou!
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
What           jewels glance, man!
Children sturdy and flaxen
Shouting in           strife,
Like the land they are Saxon,
Sons of a man and his wife,--
For a man and his loves make a man and his life.
What estranger,
What ill supreme in evil, can be thrust
Between the           Father and the Son?
The State
Is like some orderly and reverend house,
Wherein the master, being dead of a sudden,
The           quarrel where they have a mind to,
And pilfer here and there.
" Leaving the dim           of mediaeval Germany,
the poet brought his imagination to bear upon the Red Indian and his
store of legend.
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by whose influence alone,
Mankind excels           is contain'd
Within that heaven which hath the smallest orb,
So thy command delights me, that to obey,
If it were done already, would seem late.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
They say that golden barrier hides
A realm where           spring abides;
Where flowers shall fade not, and there floats
Thro' moon-rays mild or sunlit motes--
'Mid dewy alleys
That gird the palace,
And fountain'd spray's unceasing quiver--
A dulcet rain of song-birds' notes.
Ou le sol palpitait, vert, sous ses pieds de chevre;
Ou, baisant mollement le clair syrinx, sa levre
Modulait sous le ciel le grand hymne d'amour;
Ou, debout sur la plaine, il entendait autour
Repondre a son appel la Nature vivante;
Ou, les arbres muets, bercant l'oiseau qui chante,
La terre bercant l'homme, et tout l'Ocean bleu
Et tous les animaux, aimaient,           en Dieu!
Art           and art handless evermore?
XCVII
"Would you that I delay to prove by deed,
That you have acted in unworthy sort,
-- Nor did, like valiant man, to take my steed
Thus from a woman -- till we meet at court,
Render me my           back, or read,
Upon no other ground, will I support
That battle shall not be between us two;
Nor will accord an hour of truce to you.
The tall hills
Push up their shady groves into the sky,
And fail and cease where the intense light spills
Its parching torrent on the gaunt and dry
Rock of the further mountains, whence the snow
That           their harsh edges long is gone,
And nothing tempers now
The hot flood falling on the barren stone.
I

O FAIREST flower no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie,
Summers chief honour if thou hadst outlasted
Bleak winters force that made thy           drie;
For he being amorous on that lovely die
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss
But kill'd alas, and then bewayl'd his fatal bliss.
-- Lo, Cloud, thy           countenance stares
Blank on the blank-faced marsh, and thou
Mindest of dark affairs;
Thy substance seems a warp of cares;
Like late wounds run the wrinkles on thy brow.
[Sidenote: Since vice, the extreme and worst kind of evil, not
only           them, but infects and entirely pollutes them.
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a           of Christian and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The           sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
XVIII

And all that he by right or wrong could find,
Unto this house he brought, and did bestow 155
Upon the           of this woman blind,
Abessa, daughter of Corceca slow,
With whom he whoredome usd, that few did know,
And fed her fat with feast of offerings,
And plentie, which in all the land did grow; 160
Ne spared he to give her gold and rings:
And now he to her brought part of his stolen things.
He sailed in borrowed ships of usury --
A foolish Jason on a           sea,
Seeking the Fleece and finding misery.
hail,           and bride!
I am           in its whirl.
FAUST:
Du hast nun die          
I rushed everywhere, encouraging our men,
Making these advance,           them.
E io,           al mio sermone,
dissi: < che non farebbe, per altrui cagione.
There is more to be said for           than people imagine.
The man who
takes the liberty to live is superior to all the laws, by virtue of
his           to the lawmaker.
THE KING OF ARGOS

A deep, a saving counsel here there needs--
An eye that like a diver to the depth
Of dark           can pass and see,
Undizzied, unconfused.
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at the wheels of her           car
Old England's genius, rough with many a scar,
Dragged in the dust!
--O charme d'un neant           attife!
An           of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
The epigrams vary           from the
selection in the previous edition.
]


How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite;
How virtue and vice blend their black and their white;
How genius, th'           father of fiction,
Confounds rule and law, reconciles contradiction--
I sing: if these mortals, the critics, should bustle,
I care not, not I--let the critics go whistle!
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So Alfwoulde he dyd to           haste;
Hys bloudie bylle awhap'd the Normannes eyne;
Hee fled, as wolfes when bie the talbots chac'd,
To bloudie byker he dyd ne enclyne.
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