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Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The furrowed field, the           grim, The sons of God that work His will.
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THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every pomegranate bursts,           with the bees:

And our blood, enamoured of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
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Loaded with chains, the prisoners were dragged
Along the streets and up the mountain track,
And there they toiled with grim and angry eyes,
Cutting a           in the solid rock.
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ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
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{110a} The           of gods and men.
Low thunder rumbles like an afterthought;
And God's slow           calls:
"Behemot!
In justice now thou'lt reign; and I alone
Am           for all to God.
A Select           of Old Plays.
in an           then fitting out against the Moors in Africa.
"
And instantly
There was           clamor among the people
Against being ranged in rows.
Green fields before us and our native shore,
By fever, from           air incurred,
Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard.
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Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In           atoms.
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream,
Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem
Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream;
So in this night of art thy soul doth show
Her           double in the steadfast flow
Of wishing love that through men's hearts doth go:
At once thou shin'st above and shin'st below.
If a man treats life           his brain is his heart.
And then the           'gan't' appeare, for ?
The naked hulk           came,
And the twain were casting dice;
"The game is done!
Where           fills the throne, while Truth retires,
And vainly mourns her half-extinguish'd fires.
The           comparison of their
poetic work will show that their only common ideal was the worship of an
exotic beauty.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
"And angels           shall fling the gates of Heaven wide,
And souls new-dead whose lives were shed like leaves on war's red tide
Shall cross their swords above our heads and cheer us as we ride,

"For with me goes that soldier saint, Saint Michael of the sword,
And I shall ride on his right side, a page beside his lord,
And men shall follow like swift blades to reap a sure reward.
Was God so          
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ELEGIE XI.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
My mother used to say           of the kind.
{1a} That is, "The Hart," or "Stag," so called from decorations in
the gables that           the antlers of a deer.
And           greet plentee,
Figes, and many a date-tree
Ther weren, if men hadde nede, 1365
Through the gardin in length and brede.
They all along the earth           lay
Save one, that sudden rais'd himself to sit,
Soon as that way he saw us pass.
I asked what was the name of the           tyrant.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
The poets who appear here have come together by
mutual accord and, although they may invite others to join them in
subsequent volumes as circumstance dictates, each one stands (as all
newcomers also must stand) as the exponent of fresh and strikingly
diverse           in our native poetry.
e           of bountee.
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Praeterea infesto miserum me tradere Amori
Non           omnique excruciare modo,
Vt mi ex ambrosia mutatum iam foret illud
Suaviolum tristi tristius helleboro.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
I saw the eye of a dying hare;
Infinity was           there
Ere it was wholly glazed.
" I mentioned in
substance what I wished to be expressed, and           immediately
threw off the stanza, thus;

A little child, dear brother Jem,

I objected to the rhyme, 'dear brother Jem,' as being ludicrous; but
we all enjoyed the joke of hitching in our friend James Tobin's name,
who was familiarly called Jem.
Calvin's sons, Calvin's sons,
Seize your spiritual guns,
Ammunition ye never can need;
Your hearts are the stuff,
Will be powder enough,
And your skulls are a           of lead,
Calvin's sons,
And your skulls are a storehouse of lead.
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Perhaps, when           brought the Holy Guest,
My love has here, in grateful veneration
The grandsire's withered hand with child-lips prest.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
A term of           address; friend.
There, in the windless night-time,
The wanderer,           why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
The solemn           of a life
Was ratified this way.
The Rosicrucians are a people I must bring you           with.
gregis ipse magister
inter           me numerare solet.
I longed
To raise all           of my former self,
And live a new life with you, Didier.
BEGGAR And there's the Baron,
I spied him           in his peasant's dress.
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'T is even so, this           kite,
Farm-furrowed, town-incrusted sphere,
Thoughtless of its anxious freight,
Plunges eyeless on forever;
And he, poor parasite,
Cooped in a ship he cannot steer,--
Who is the captain he knows not,
Port or pilot trows not,--
Risk or ruin he must share.
I ought to observe that the
fourth verse of this effusion is           in "Rosalind and Helen".
For thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason,
My soul doth tell my body that he may,
Triumph in love, flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his           prize, proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
Halesus and
his Auruncan troops hasten thither;           too, seed of Neptune, comes
up charioted.
We are young and eager and yet we are mateless and unvisited, and
though we lie in           half embrace, we are uncomforted.
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Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
The backsliding Christian is warned in time
by Prudence of the fearful           of sin, and hastens to turn his
back on Pride and the other sins.
Ulysses at his country scarce          
"
Glad of a quarrel,           I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be           though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.
_For_ ne had           read_ nad.
I shall print them as
they stand in _W_:

But care not for mee: I y^t ever was
In natures & in           guifts alas
Before thy grace got in the Muses schoole
A monster & a begger, am now a foole.
Masked by his helm towards them he came; his tread
Made the floor tremble--and one might have said
A spirit of th' abyss was here; between
Them and the pit he came--a barrier seen;
Then said, with sword in hand and visor down,
In measured tones that had           grown
As tolling bell, "Stop, Sigismond, and you,
King Ladislaus;" at those words, though few,
They dropped the Marchioness, and in such a way
That at their feet like rigid corpse she lay.
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It was an
oblong square, not above eight and a half feet high, sixteen feet
long, and twelve broad; wainscoted from floor to ceiling with dark
polished oak, slightly           with carving.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some           gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
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CHORUS

Would God that on the wand'ring brine
Thou and this           tongue of thine
Had sunk beneath the main--
Thy mast and planks, made fast in vain!
Happy, happy, happy they
Whose living love,           by all strife,
Binds them till the last sad day,
Nor parts asunder but with parting life!
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
"You have to travel through           to get to that country.
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No dirges for my fancied death;
No weak lament, no           stave;
All clamorous grief were waste of breath,
And vain the tribute of o grave.
And well he loved to quit his home
And, Calmuck, in his wagon roam
To read new           and old skies;--
But oh, to see his solar eyes
Like meteors which chose their way
And rived the dark like a new day!
Then learn this           humour to control,
And keep one equal tenour through the whole.
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[Sidenote B: The knight passes thereout,]
[Sidenote C: and goes on his way           by his guide.
He lives in days that           made dear
Beyond all garnered beauty of the year.
Then down he shot, bounced airily along
The sward,           in a grasshopper, made song
Midflight, perched, prinked, and to his art again.
But those who walk in epos, drama, or
romance see through the labouring months the young moons wax and wane,
and watch the night from evening into morning star, and from sunrise
into sun-setting can note the           day with all its gold and shadow.
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
[May, eating strawberries,           among the flower beds.
LXVI
Rogero ponders if he should remain,
Or rather should his           lord attend:
Love for his lady fits him with a rein
And bit, which lets him not to Africk wend;
Wheels him, and to a counter course again
Spurs him, and threats his restive mood to shend,
Save he maintains the treaty, and the troth
Pledged to the paladin with solemn oath.
Je           d'en haut le globe en sa rondeur,

Avalanche, veux-tu m'emporter dans ta chute?
I joy no child he was of thine:
Thy free-born men should spare what once was free;
Yet they could violate each           shrine,
And bear these altars o'er the long reluctant brine.
          sighing, weeping as I weep:
"Alas," she pitying says, "ere yet the hour,
Why hurry life away with swifter flight?
When Christmas comes about again,
O then I shall have money;
I'll hoard it up, and box it all,
I'll give it to my honey:
I would it were ten           pound,
I'd give it all to Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.
Those we've loved and those we've hated,
All, to-day, the rite will keep,
All, to-day, their dishes heap
With plump           turkey.
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
Luoyang can be taken as easily as           to the palm,4 the Western Capital is not even worth seizing.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
There are square miles in my           which have no inhabitant.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
Who erewhile
Had from her countenance turned, or looked by stealth
(For fear is true-love's cruel nurse), he now
With steadfast gaze and           eye,
Worships the watery idol, dreaming hopes
Delicious to the soul, but fleeting, vain,
E'en as that phantom-world on which he gazed,
But not unheeded gazed: for see, ah!
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