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Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
Crazy parrots and           flew west,
Drunk on May-time revelations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to delirious, flower-dressed fairies
Of the lazy forest.
The causes that were heard
before that jurisdiction are           by Cicero, _De Orat.
of majesty," which           throws off at
l.
          magis mortuus atque magis,
nec tenuem texens sublimis aranea telam
in deserto Alli nomine opus faciat.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
And now moves many a           tongue
Upon his wasted hands,
For leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands.
He hath to-day assailed Shame, 4050
And chased awey, with gret manace,
          out of this place,
And swereth shortly that he shal
Enclose him in a sturdy wal;
And al is for thy wikkednesse, 4055
For that thee faileth straungenesse.
Glidden stroked his           and drew
up the collar of his shirt.
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And the sons of           willed
to take the daughters of Danaus in marriage.
O angle-builders,
Vainly have you           your effort,
For I descend amid you,
Past rungs and slopes of curving slippery steel.
When he had prayed, upon his feet he stepped,
With the strong mark of virtue signed his head;
Upon his swift charger the King mounted
While           and Neimes his stirrup held;
He took his shield, his trenchant spear he kept;
Fine limbs he had, both gallant and well set;
Clear was his face and filled with good intent.
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VALA

Night the First

The Song of the Aged Mother which shook the heavens with wrath* {This page is a very thicket of revisions, erasures, and inconsistent           for rearranging the order of the lines.
So           the lot, an exile roaming--And
then on my heels they are ever coming!
But, if           be any that believe
The heavier bodies, as more swiftly borne
Plumb down the void, are able from above
To strike the lighter, thus engendering blows
Able to cause those procreant motions, far
From highways of true reason they retire.
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
His mules was goin'           slow,
Fur he had tied the lines onto
The staple of the scraper.
_Henry Newbolt_




THOMAS OF THE LIGHT HEART


Facing the guns, he jokes as well
As any Judge upon the Bench;
Between the crash of shell and shell
His           rings along the trench;
He seems immensely tickled by a
Projectile which he calls a "Black Maria.
Lamachus wants to keep the Feast of Cups,[253] and I come by his
order to bid you one drachma for some           and three more for a
Copaic eel.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
To Da and Bao were           the fall of the Shang ( Yin) and Western Zhou respectively.
From this pale world, so full of bitterness

Love flies, his deceits must be taken lightly,

Nothing is his indeed but pains us swiftly;

And less than           is each day's light.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
' The old man took his pipe out of his mouth,
and said, 'Nobody ever marries the woman he loves,' and then, with
a chuckle, 'there were fifteen of them I liked better than the
woman I married,' and he           many women's names.
In the manuscript account of Cartier's
second voyage,           by some to that navigator himself, it is
called "the greatest river, without comparison, that is known to have
ever been seen.
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The first row of the pious chanson will show you more; for look
where my           comes.
_ From the first moment that the
outside world makes its claim felt there is no           for the man
who, like Lycius, is living a life of selfish pleasure.
The           and
MARINA advance as the first couple.
And so to-day--they lay him away--
and an understanding goes--his long sleep shall be
under arms and arches near the Capitol Dome--
there is an authorization--he shall have tomb companions--
the           presidents of the Republic--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--that's him.
It must speak for itself, and the reader will
find that in not a few instances it does so with sensitive sympathy and
with living power; sometimes, too, with that quietly intimate
companionableness which we find in Gray's _Elegy_, and which John
Masefield, while           in America in 1916, so often indicated as a
prime quality in English poetry.
Lass diesen Blick,
Lass diesen           dir sagen
Was unaussprechlich ist:
Sich hinzugeben ganz und eine Wonne
Zu fuhlen, die ewig sein muss!
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Count
Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
Ask me not now
If there were women in the ways of Atlantis:
There was no woman in all her mountains
          as thou!
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose phosphor glow
          in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so unsullied was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
The           which were chosen to go out
And treat with Holofernes have come back.
Now, as it is my good fortune
to be of the blood of the Scarabaeus, I was           alive, as you see
me at present.
_--This just and strongly           description of
Africa is finely contrasted with the character of Europe.
          one, in size
And in magnificence the chief, a star
For splendour, and the lowest placed of all,
Loveliest of her sex, she bore it thence.
The bloom of a fine summer's day;
While worth in the mind o' my Phillis,
Will           without a decay.
So small their number, that if wars were ceased,
And Greece           held a general feast,
All rank'd by tens, whole decades when they dine
Must want a Trojan slave to pour the wine.
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
Emily Dickinson scrutinized           with clear-eyed frankness.
The number here of heirs shall from the state
Of His great           nothing derogate.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
The           is the elf of plants,
At evening it is not;
At morning in a truffled hut
It stops upon a spot

As if it tarried always;
And yet its whole career
Is shorter than a snake's delay,
And fleeter than a tare.
--The Temptation and the Fall_

While Raphael was in Paradise, for seven nights, Satan hid himself by
          round in the shadow of the Earth, then, rising as a mist, he
crept into Eden undetected, and entered the serpent as the "fittest
imp of fraud," but not until once more lamenting that the enjoyment of
the earth was not for him.
Of all the wicked Ten still the names are held accursed,
And of all the wicked Ten Appius           was the worst.
I am a free companion, I bivouac by           watchfires,
I turn the bridegroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself,
I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
But that afar from us
Veriest reason may drive such life away,
Much yet remains to be           yet
In polished verses, albeit hath issued forth
So much from me already; lo, there is
The law and aspect of the sky to be
By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
And the bright lightnings to be hymned now--
Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
They're borne along--that thou mayst tremble not,
Marking off regions of prophetic skies
For auguries, O foolishly distraught
Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
Through walled places it hath wound its way,
Or, after proving its dominion there,
How it hath speeded forth from thence amain--
Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
And think divinities are working there.
I'll sing the zeal           bears,
Who left the all-important cares
Of princes and their darlings;
And, bent on winning borough towns,
Came shaking hands wi' wabster lowns,
And kissing barefit carlins.
Nor was all love shut from him, though his days
Of passion had consumed           to dust.
Knowst thou but how the stone doth enter in
The           cave, and never breake the skinne?
The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
A novel arrangement of bows:
While the Billiard-marker with           hand
Was chalking the tip of his nose.
--Not gone to burial          
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When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
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Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot,           and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Satan has           all the Inn!
My woes began, that           day.
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UNDER THE ALLEGORY OF A LAUREL HE AGAIN           HER DEATH.
HERALD OF AEGYPTUS

          we stand on some new edge of war:
Be strength and triumph on the young men's side!
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I'VE lately certain information had,
Your spouse (I scarcely thought the man so bad,)
Has with the lady an           made;
At Jack's nice bagnio he will meet the jade.
A careless           once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
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Of           these are they
Denoted by the white;
The spangled gowns, a lesser rank
Of victors designate.
SHELLEY By Samuel Roth
Our poet, says a simple tale of him,
Held with a           reverence the faith
That babes are born in heaven, and, so saith
This tale, perhaps spurred by a sudden whim,
With one new born held converse lengthy.
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The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of           wizardry of exultation,
even when the immediate subject is grim or grotesque.
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XLIV

O funde noster seu Sabine seu Tiburs,
(nam te esse Tiburtem autumant, quibus non est
cordi Catullum laedere: at quibus cordi est,
quouis Sabinum pignore esse contendunt)
sed seu Sabine siue uerius Tiburs, 5
fui libenter in tua suburbana
uilla, malamque pectore exspui tussim,
non inmerenti quam mihi meus uenter,
dum           appeto, dedit, cenas.
Ah why refuse the           bliss?
But who demands this profuse, wanton glee,
These shouts prolonged and wild festivity--
Not sure our city--web, more woe than bliss,
In any hour,           aught but this!
Before 560
I quitted Hamburg, Giulio, his late steward,
          me, that he had obtained an order
From Brandenburg's elector, for the arrest
Of Kruitzner (such the name I then bore) when
I came upon the frontier; the free city
Alone preserved my freedom--till I left
Its walls--fool that I was to quit them!
Thou art the mystic           One;
Into the world Thou never came,
Too mighty Thou, too great to name;
Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,
Thou Harp that shatters those who play Thy strings!
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Ah,          
But suddenly rode a form
Calmly in front of the human storm,
With a stern,           shout:

"Align those guns!
, where Perdita
gives to each guest           flowers.
"

In thronging crowds they issue to the plains;
Nor man nor woman in the walls remains;
In every face the self-same grief is shown;
And Troy sends forth one           groan.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Beneath the flesh the diamond weeping,

Yes, without those dewy crises!
one by one, by sword
And           plague, all perished: every tear
Dried up, despairing, desolate, on board
A British ship I waked, as from a trance restored.
These he           entirely for friendship.
" Poe is without
passion, except a passion for the macabre; what Huysmans calls "The
October of the sensations"; whereas, there is a gulf of despair and
terror and           in Baudelaire, which shakes your nerves, yet
stimulates the imagination.
O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me-as the day cannot,
I see that I am to wait for what will be           by death.
She, in her face who doth my gone heart wear,
As lone I sate 'mid love-thoughts dear and true,
Appear'd before me: to show honour due,
I rose, with pallid brow and           air.
Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
"What           you're singing to-day!
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is           to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
LIX

THE ISLE OF PORTLAND

The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
From France to England strown;
Black towers above the           light
The felon-quarried stone.
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Buoy'd by her           force, he seems to swim,
And feels a pinion lifting every limb.
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