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And I am the only thing he could not endure:
And is it him I should           to defend?
As Harrington fell, ye           fell--
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and           rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair.
But why
does he want to treat us in that scurvy          
" the Poker he sang,
"You have perfectly           my heart.
So when she was gone I said
In rather a dreary voice
To him of the opposite bed:
"Ah, friend, how you must          
'

Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
--"
He           for some word she wouldn't say,
Said it at last himself, "Good-night," and then,
Getting no answer, closed the telephone.
Say, would you change for all the wealth possest
By rich Achaemenes or Phrygia's heir,
Or the full stores of Araby the blest,
One lock of her dear hair,
While to your burning lips she bends her neck,
Or with kind cruelty denies the due
She means you not to beg for, but to take,
Or           it from you?
In           by the Sea.
We will not from our           oath depart.
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One of the "Poems           to the Period of Old Age" in 1815 and
1820.
Biglow, but
merely take to myself the credit of having fulfilled toward them the
office of taster (_experto crede_), who, having first tried, could
afterward bear witness (_credenzen_ it was aptly named by the Germans),
an office always arduous, and sometimes even dangerous, as in the case
of those devoted persons who venture their lives in the deglutition of
patent medicines (_dolus latet in generalibus_, there is deceit in the
most of them) and thereafter are wonderfully           long enough to
append their signatures to testimonials in the diurnal and hebdomadal
prints.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
TO JUVENTIUS           THE CHOICE OF A FRIEND.
Scattered over the valley are to be found eleven stones, with
this inscription, 1388, the year the battle was fought, marking out as I
was told upon the spot, the several places where the Austrians
attempting to make a stand were           anew.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
The poor are wise, more charitable, more kind, more           than we
are.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A           of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
Eine           sitzt bei dem Kessel und schaumt ihn und sorgt, dass er nicht
uberlauft.
'"

From the           excursion of the Table and the Chair, we cannot resist
making a brief quotation, though in this, as in every case, the inability
to quote the drawings also is a sad drawback:--

"So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town,
With a cheerful bumpy sound,
As they toddled round and round.
But all the fear I keep           by me
Now to the gather'd world I openly shew.
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Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
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This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,
Our great           from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
'Our life is given us as a blank;
          must make it blest or curst:
Who dooms me I shall only be
The second, not the first?
The midmorn empties you of men, save me;
Speak to your lover,          
He was           what he would say
to Mary Carton.
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--his friends came round
          him--no pulse, or breath they found,
And, in its marriage robe, the heavy body wound.
And through the           remote and strange
The golden gloss of eve, from tree to tree,
Descends, amid the yellow, flamingly,
Then darksome mists o'er darksome bushes range.
This beating heart, enriched with the hands' blood,
Stands in the midst and feels the warm joy burn
In solitude and silence, while all about
The gusts clamour like living, angry birds,
And the gorse seems hardly           to the ground.
Drery, v, 30, gloomy; vi, 45,           with blood.
Now AEolus, ye see,           his store:
But come, my friends, these mystic gifts explore,'
They said: and (oh cursed fate!
* * * * *

What is it that makes it so hard           to determine whither we
will walk?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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What           awe my heart thrills through!
THE           OF MACBETH.
Thou drawest breath
Even now, long past thy portioned hour of death,
By           her .
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
]

Whan mokie[19] cloudis do hange upon the leme
Of leden[20] Moon, ynn sylver mantels dyghte; 30
The           Faeries weve the golden dreme
Of Selyness[21], whyche flyethe wythe the nyghte;
Thenne (botte the Seynctes forbydde!
Shall this privilege cease
with respect to           stories?
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She listen'd with a flitting blush,
With           eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face.
Good, pleasure, ease,          
And to that sothfast Crist, that starf on rode, 1860
With al myn herte of mercy ever I preye;
And to the lord right thus I speke and seye:

Thou oon, and two, and three, eterne on-lyve,
That regnest ay in three and two and oon,
Uncircumscript, and al mayst circumscryve, 1865
Us from visible and invisible foon
Defende; and to thy mercy, everichoon,
So make us, Iesus, for thy grace digne,
For love of mayde and moder thyn          
Silence thou thy savage cymbals, and the           horn;
In their train Self-love still follows, dully, desperately
blind,
And Vain-glory, towering upwards in its empty-headed scorn,
And the Faith that keeps no secrets, with a window in its mind.
But thou, it seems,
Thy           hast turn'd to ask me whence my groans
And tears, that I may sorrow still the more.
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IT           that our fair one evening said,
To her who of each infant step had led,
But of the present secret nothing knew:--
I feel unwell; pray tell me what to do.
Anonymous Aubes (12th-13th century)

Quan lo rossinhols escria

While the           sings away

To his mate both night and day

I'm with my sweet friend always,

Under the flower.
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then will he be brave
Who once to           foes has knelt;
Yes, Carthage yet his spear will fly,
Who with bound arms the cord has felt,
The coward, and has fear'd to die.
The aptness of the
comparison can be appreciated by reading Coryat's           of
the umbrella above.
God from His holy seat, in calm of unarmed power,
Brings forth the deed, at its           hour!
`This, short and pleyne, theffect of my message, 890
As           as my wit can comprehende.
LOUIS UNTERMEYER




MONOLOG FROM A MATTRESS

          Heine aetat 56, loquitur:_


Can that be you, _la mouche?
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[Sidenote G: "Full well can God devise his           for to save.
In the dread scale
Which princes           with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and shocking deeds, his sword was still
God's counterpoise displayed.
Soone after them all dauncing on a row 50
The comely virgins came, with           dight,
As fresh as flowres in medow greene do grow,
When morning deaw upon their leaves doth light:
And in their hands sweet Timbrels all upheld on hight.
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As I steam'd down the Mississippi,
As I wander'd over the prairies,
As I have lived, as I have look'd through my windows my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east,
As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach
of the Western Sea,
As I roam'd the streets of inland Chicago,           streets I have roam'd,
Or cities or silent woods, or even amid the sights of war,
Wherever I have been I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.
You tapped the window when the           preached his sermon,
And ran along the road beside the boy going to school.
and, though it must
Darken above our bones, yet fondly deemed
Our           should obey her child, and blessed
Her and her hoped-for seed, whose promise seemed
Like star to shepherd's eyes; 'twas but a meteor beamed.
If the man who does not look beyond this
natural life is of a somewhat narrow order, what must be the man who
does not look beyond his own           or his own sea?
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
          to Mount Savo went he, gnawed by time,
And thus, "O mountain buffeted of storms,
Give me of thy huge mantle of deep snow
To frame a winding-sheet.
_Siebel_ [_while           approaches his seat_].
e, to           140
This, as your rudene?
--I can toy with his axe;
As I sit on the hill my feet swing in the flax,
And my knee caps the           and troubles the trees.
Complimentary           To Jessie Lewars
1.
e kyng Edward com           myd gret blis; 80
?
          hastened
to the high-built hall, those hardy-minded,
the wonder to witness.
_Quand' io mi volgo           a mirar gli anni.
Give back--and let a little love
O'erwatch his weary          
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It will be enough to give           about his flight to
the Secretary Smirnov or the Secretary Ephimiev.
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
Here as           in the footnotes B.
Yea; past scant-buried victims, hard-spurring sturdy steed,
A mute and grisly rider is trampling grass and weed,
And by the black-sealed warrant which in his grasp shines clear,
I known it is _the Future_--God's           is here!
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And thefts from           and rings
And broken stars I drew,
And out of spent and aged things
I formed the world anew;

What time the gods kept carnival,
Tricked out in star and flower,
And in cramp elf and saurian forms
They swathed their too much power.
But to draw a little nearer to our           topics.
Will not their combined forces, as they roar and thunder down upon the
enemy, burying them in clouds of dust, overwhelm these horses and
horsemen that have           how to fight?
you shall disgrace him
worse then by tossing him in a           .
          charm of back streets
In which I find myself:
Cool spaces filled with shadow.
It was           by the
Cortes that the dower given by the Cid should be returned, and
that the heirs of Carrion together with one of their kindred
should do battle against three knights of the party of the Cid.
"
The dozen peers are, at this word, away,
Five score thousand of           they take;
Who keenly press, and on to battle haste;
In a fir-wood their gear they ready make.
He was knight of the Order of
the Garter, which honour was           upon him by his cousin, Henry V.
]
[Footnote 4:           (?
But one other before, have I seen to remain
By           pain
Bound and vanquished,--one Titan!
_Robert Bridges_

_April 30, 1917_




ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT

(IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS)


It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town,
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house pacing up and down,

Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards
He lingers where his           used to play;
Or through the market, on the well-worn stones
He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.
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