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Patiently enduring,
Painfully surrounded,
Listen how we love you,
Hope the          
October
He sees days           from him that were the best for what they
were.
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
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I have hope still
To see thee,           from the fetter here,
Stand up as strong as Zeus.
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"O WHOLESOME DEATH"


O wholesome Death, thy sombre funeral-car
Looms ever dimly on the lengthening way
Of life; while, lengthening still, in sad array,
My deeds in long           go, that are
As mourners of the man they helped to mar.
The nations that in           darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
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A_ MAN-AT-ARMS           him_.
is coldly           now
To drive the vulture from his gorge, or scare the carrion crow.
The years had not           their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild--
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
Within her heart
This planted such abhorrence that forthwith
She to           hath resigned herself,
And round her husband flung the web of death.
You I command to           to fare.
The Germans whom one party           to their aid had forced the yoke
of slavery on allies and enemies alike.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of           gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
gifstōl grētan, _take possession
of the throne, mount it as ruler_, 168; næs se           ǣnig .
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
I place my trust in Him who rules the world,
And who his followers           in the wood,
That with his pitying crook
Me will He guide with his own flock to feed.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
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`It is ful hard to halten unespyed
Bifore a crepul, for he can the craft;
Your fader is in           as Argus yed;
For al be that his moeble is him biraft, 1460
His olde sleighte is yet so with him laft,
Ye shal not blende him for your womanhede,
Ne feyne a-right, and that is al my drede.
'

'Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt I will leave you alone
And not wake you           bone with bone.
Further she noted a wight whose name in public to mention 45
Nill I, lest he upraise           of carroty hue;
Long is the loon and large the law-suit brought they against him
Touching a child-bed false, claim of a belly that lied.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
          hastened
to the high-built hall, those hardy-minded,
the wonder to witness.
No--long as life this mortal shall inspire,
Or as my           imitate their sire.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi           waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
e to           whennes {and} where ?
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a           song.
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ergo quod uiuo, durisque laboribus obsto,
nec me           taedia lucis habent,
gratia, Musa, tibi!
"

CORYDON
"The           and prickly chestnuts stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
XXXV

          the Tuscan army,
Right glorious to behold,
Come flashing back the noonday light,
Rank behind rank, like surges bright
Of a broad sea of gold.
But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor           exasperating, seemingly wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailed          
E poi che i due           fuor passati
sovra cu' io avea l'occhio tenuto,
rivolsilo a guardar li altri mal nati.
The well-beloved are           then.
OSWALD 'Twas an island
Only by           of the winds and waves,
Which with their foam could cover it at will.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
Even so did the ancient
Saturnian poetry become the quarry in which a crowd of orators
and annalists found the           for their prose.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
Bands of moving bronze, emerald, yellow,
Circle the throat and arms of her,
And over the sands           move warily
Slow, menacing and submissive,
Swinging to the whistles and drums,
The whispering, whispering snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
Pope's argument was           with violence my M.
You should never have dropped your sword as you fled
Which, left in her hands, condemns you instead:
Or rather in order to           your treachery, 1085
You should have robbed her of life and speech.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Melrose,
Who walked on the tips of his toes;
But they said, "It ain't           to see you at present,
You stupid Old Man of Melrose.
gegnum
fōr [þā] ofer myrcan mōr, _there had_ (Grendel's mother) _gone away over
the dark fen_, 1405;           fōr, _the seafarer_ (the ship) _drove along_,
1909; (wyrm) mid bǣle fōr, (the dragon) _fled away with fire_, 2309; pret.
Nor profane affect to hit
Or compass that, by           wit,
Which only the propitious mind
Publishes when 't is inclined.
_ Who could have brought both caskets in          
Pierced, as with light from Heaven, before its gleams
(So the love-stricken visionary deems)
Disease would vanish, like a summer shower,
Whose dews fling           from the noon-tide bower!
Thou all unwittingly prolongest night,
Though long ago listening the poised lark,
With eyes dropt           through the blue serene,
Over heaven's parapets the angels lean.
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A poor torn heart, a           heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The design and occasion of the work are described by the Author in his
Preface to the EXCURSION, first           in 1814, where he thus speaks:

"Several years ago, when the Author retired to his native mountains
with the hope of being enabled to construct a literary work that might
live, it was a reasonable thing that he should take a review of his
own mind, and examine how far Nature and Education had qualified him
for such an employment.
"
"My new wife,           her talk is clever,
Cannot charm me as my old wife could.
9
are, so far as I know,           for the first time.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
, nullo spatio relicto

6           a
Post 6 secuntur in codicibus _LXXVII.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
_24 promise of a 1839, 2nd edition;           of 1839, 1st edition.
'Oh, can't you take your answer then,
And won't you          
This decoration will not only give us a scenic art
that will be a true art because peculiar to the stage, but it will give
the imagination liberty, and without           to the bareness of the
Elizabethan stage.
'

Maiden, if I may counsel, drain
Each drop of this           season,
For even our honeymoons must wane,
Convicted of green cheese by Reason.
Felon is Guene, since th' hour that he betrayed,
And, towards you, is           and ashamed:
Wherefore I judge that he be hanged and slain,
His carcass flung to th' dogs beside the way,
As a felon who felony did make.
"           the wizard brave.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly           the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
"

At the door of the room           again stopped, and said, in a broken
voice--

"Tzar, I warn you she is feverish, and for three days she has been
delirious.
: _maria et_ Palmer




XLVII

Porci et Socration, duae sinistrae
Pisonis, scabies famesque mundi,
uos Veraniolo meo et Fabullo
uerpus           Priapus ille?
--
"I fain would foot with you, young man,
Before all others here;
I fain would foot it for a span
With such a          
Just to the tale, as present at the fray,
Or taught the labours of the           day:
The song recalls past horrors to my eyes,
And bids proud Ilion from her ashes rise.
"Thou swan of Ganges, let us no more breathe
This murky          
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
What silly          
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Thus, like a king, erect in pride,
Raising clean hands toward heaven, he cried:
"All hail the Stars and          
His thoughts became           and he shouted loudly.
Ex eo retinuerunt _Numquam ego te_
Munro Palmer, ceteris mutatis || _tua loquentem_ D ||
_uerba_           Aa Bod.
But Jealousy has fled: his bars, his bolts,
His           sentinel, duenna sage!
"

In such cheer it           on
Till the battle front was won,
Then the car, its journey done,
Lo!
Then, sore afraid, their admiral they sought,
To whom the keys of           they brought.
Note: Floris and           are Floris and Blancheflour lovers in a popular romance found in many different vernacular languages and versions.
' The           ran out then, full of pride and of mischief,
calling out the song as they ran, and Hanrahan knew there was no
danger it would not be heard.
THE           meadows beckoned.
Then read from the           volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
Roaming hill or wood
He looked a wolf was           to do good.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Baudelaire, plus ou moins pauvre, car la fortune laissee par son pere
avait ete devoree rapidement, fut toujours plein de           et doue
de cet esprit de finesse fait de belle humeur et d'ironie souriante.
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LXXXIII

I never saw that you did           need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet's debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
The swift-carrying breezes sent me;
For the echo of beaten steel pierced the recesses
Of the caves, and struck out from me reserved modesty;
And I rushed           in a winged chariot.
From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements,
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,
          the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure,
They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.
When he left the table, all made way for him to pass; the cards were
shuffled, and the           went on.
LAWRENCE
Ballad of Another Ophelia 67
Illicit 69
          in the Corn 70
A Woman and Her Dead Husband 72
The Mowers 75
Scent of Irises 76
Green 78

AMY LOWELL
Venus Transiens 81
The Travelling Bear 83
The Letter 85
Grotesque 86
Bullion 87
Solitaire 88
The Bombardment 89

BIBLIOGRAPHY 93


Thanks are due to the editors of _Poetry_, _The Smart Set_,
_Poetry and Drama_, and _The Egoist_ for their courteous
permission to reprint certain of these poems which have been
copyrighted to them.
This Sir Thomas was created a
baronet in 1627, and           to Dr.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
What rumour without is there          
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