Within the chamber spreads apace _65
The shadow of white Death, and at the door
Invisible Corruption waits to trace
His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place;
The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe
Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface _70
So fair a prey, till darkness and the law
Of change, shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Et condamner ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes ruisseaux?
Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,
Smoothed so on every side:
There all grace abounds, and every worth,
And beauty, if there's any on this earth,
Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
mortification.
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Her dowff excuses pat me mad:
"Conscience," says I, "ye jad!
Be minded how from Italy she caught,
To mingle with her Moorish bell,
A fuller cadence and a subtler thought.
Upon a river, in a grene mede,
Ther as that swetnesse y-now is, 185
With floures whyte, blewe, yelowe, and rede;
And colde welle-stremes, no-thing dede,
That swommen ful of smale fisshes lighte,
With finnes rede and scales silver-brighte.
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
Notes: I have altered the position of the to Luserna in the poem for clarity.
You always speak of incest and
Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene,--
As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all though they be,
So midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me!
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Until, with feet, their conquering troops
Wade on the promised soil through woman's blood,
And make My name be dreaded through the land.
your shoulder-strap
at the strength of your wrist
and the turn of your young fingers,
and the lift of your shorn locks,
and the bronze
of your sun-burnt neck.
The lonely summer day,
Where mowers cut the swath
And maidens make the hay.
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Over the of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul
LV.
So said, and grasping in his hand the sword,
The king assailed Mount Alban's lord.
Oft courted will not come;
In palaces and market squares
Entreated, she is dumb;
But my minstrel knows and tells
The counsel of the gods,
Knows of Holy Book the spells,
Knows the law of Night and Day,
And the heart of girl and boy,
The tragic and the gay,
And what is writ on Table Round
Of Arthur and his peers;
What sea and land discoursing say
In years.
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And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
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Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that honour warms my breast,
I'll love my Nell.
LAND OF THE FREE By Cornwell Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
Of num'rous Heroes, and have travell'd far
Yet never saw I with these eyes in man
Such firmness as the calm Ulysses own'd;
None such as in the wooden horse he proved,
Where all our bravest sat, woe
And bloody havoc for the sons of Troy.
As these you see, and knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,--
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,--why advert
To these things?
da Melchiorre Missirini, publicato da Fr.
Alike the silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
of Camoens be particularly interesting to his own countrymen, it has
also the happiness to be the poem of every trading nation.
Twenty beside him Charles leads,
Who with one voice have sworn him fealty;
In straits of death they never will him leave.
At the fair conquest won by Roland's blade,
Sansonet and Astolpho make great cheer;
Yet other mirth those would have made
Had Brandimart not perished; when they hear
That he is dead, their joy is so allayed
They can no more the troubled visage clear.
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
All imperfection born beneath the skies,
All that regales our spirits and our eyes,
And all those things that devour our pleasures:
All those ills that strip our age of treasures,
All the good the might devise,
Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,
Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
the imagery of a dream, with a breathlessness and awed hush, as of one not
yet accustomed to be at home in dreams.
Make for fre?
is in the 1918 copy, but not in the 1898 copy.
Each human flees himself--a self in sooth,
As happens, he by no means can escape;
And willy-nilly he cleaves to it and loathes,
Sick, sick, and not the cause of ail.
and that, before I could do so, I to have leisure and repose.
By cursing?
The jarring no discord know.
Pure when, enamoured, he sought powerful entry to them.
In erthe and hevenis rolles thie tale of glorie;
Thie actes soe should for aie abyde,
And bie theyre teste all after actes be tryde.
They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
The sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces
Melt into furrows.
Is precious wine; the Written Law is salt,
The costly spice; the Written Law
Is but the body; the Unwritten, the soul
That quickens it and makes it breathe and live.
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That thou alone wast able to extort
My heart's confession; I swear to thee that never,
Nowhere, not in the feast, not in the cup
Of folly, not in confidence,
Not 'neath the knife nor tortures of the rack,
Shall my tongue give away these weighty secrets.
Hades I go!
XXV
This time of year a past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So at the day.
over the lists, and his blows now with right hand, now with
left; no breath nor pause; heavy as hailstones rattle on the roof from a
storm-cloud, so thickly shower the blows from both his hands as he
buffets Dares to and fro.
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
of the common people, or at least into the possession of bards whose
clients are and not nobles; from being court poetry it becomes
the poetry of cottages and taverns.
Ear-pendants fashion'd with laborious art,
Broad, triple-gemm'd, of brilliant light profuse.
For saints and souls departed hence,
Here honour'd still with frankincense;
By all those tears that have been shed,
As a drink-offering to the dead;
By all those true-love knots, that be
With mottoes carved on every tree;
By sweet Saint
The of his folly made a jest.
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
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Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
To Aix, in France, he will him hie.
The blue mist creeps among the trees,
Gold world by world the silent stars appear,
And like a blossom blown before the breeze
A white moon drifts across the shimmering sky,
Mute arbitress of all thy sad, thy rapturous threnody.
His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,
After dry bread, and no gateaux,
Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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kinsmen.
For the splendour of the day of in the air
To live the taste of colours easily
To enjoy loves so as to laugh
To open eyes at the final moment
She has every willingness.
second place, it sneezed; in the third, it sat upon end; in the fourth,
it shook its fist in Doctor Ponnonner's face; in the fifth, turning to
Messieurs Gliddon and Buckingham, it addressed them, in very capital
Egyptian, thus:
"I must say, gentlemen, that I am as much surprised as I am at
your behavior.
The of such shryving,
Shal seen that prest may never have might
To knowe the conscience aright 6450
Of him that is under his cure.
Caligula, I wish they all had but one neck.
You may go, with sun or moon, 20
Or the seven stars to light you,
Or the polar ray to right you;
But you never may behold
Little John, or Robin bold;
Never one, of all the clan,
on an empty can
Some old hunting ditty, while
He doth his green way beguile
To fair hostess Merriment,
Down beside the pasture Trent; 30
For he left the merry tale
Messenger for spicy ale.
Title: Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight
An Romance-Poem (c.
Now wanders through the land;
The moon, a lily white,
within her hand.
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A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each door
That once stood open wide to me?
And left my and my friends behind.