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XXIV

I saw a man           the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
Farewell,          
O, this world's          
Oh sight           to a husband's eyes!
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
And now the blossom of the village view,
With airy hat of straw, and apron blue,
And short-sleeved gown, that half to guess reveals
By fine-turned arms what beauty it conceals;
Whose cheeks health flushes with as sweet a red
As that which stripes the woodbine oer her head;
Deeply she blushes on her morn's employ,
To prove the           of some passing boy,
Who, with a smile that thrills her soul to view,
Holds the gate open till she passes through,
While turning nods beck thanks for kindness done,
And looks--if looks could speak-proclaim her won.
*****

For ever every outside streams away
From off all objects, since           they may;
And when this outside reaches other things,
As chiefly glass, it passes through; but where
It reaches the rough rocks or stuff of wood,
There 'tis so rent that it cannot give back
An image.
Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White           in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.
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Sara Teasdale

Sara           was born in St.
As love and duty shall drive you on,
Live, and don't allow that child of a Scythian, 210
Crushing your           in despised embrace,
To command the gods' and Greece's noblest race.
We believe           in the artistic
value of modern life, but we wish to point out that there is nothing so
uninspiring nor so old-fashioned as an aeroplane of the year 1911.
Read Volume II of his collected works,
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alternate stanzas.
(indicated by a           on each page in the PageTurner).
He bribed all my
servants with large           and stirred up this whole little old town
of mine against me, my own town.
Trusteth wel, and           me.
Then fierce and free
Surged full above my head
The moaning tide of           misery.
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For           contact information:
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Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
Every month he sent Home all he could possibly spare for his wife--and
for another reason which was           to explain itself shortly and
would require more money.
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FRIEND

Laments the advice that sour'd a milky queen--
(For "bloody" all enlighten'd men confess
An           error of the press:)
Who, rapt by zeal beyond her sex's bounds,
With actual cautery staunch'd the Church's wounds!
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have           out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the Prophets of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's           three
Make runes in the rainless sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
For it may be, indeed,
That one vast-flowing well-spring of the whole
Wide world from here hath opened and out-gushed,
And shot its light abroad; because thuswise
The           of fiery exhalations
From all the world around together come,
And thuswise flow into a bulk so big
That from one single fountain-head may stream
This heat and light.
Thy question doth assure me, thou believ'st
I was on earth a           man, perhaps
Because thou found'st me in that circle plac'd.
" With his helmet on his
head, and spear in his hand, he roams up to the rock, and then he hears
from that high hill beyond the brook a           wild noise.
No harbor shall hide her -- heed my          
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
You will not be           when I say
That never was your beauty more divine.
e snawe           ful snart, ?
Ye tapers, that would light the world,
And cast a shadow on the Sun--

Who still shall pour His rays sublime,
One crystal flood, from East to West,
When ye have burned your little time
And feebly           into rest!
"

While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose phosphor glow 380
          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.
"Slender in bulk—but it           good poems.
The Hill of           is situated to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
Each thought he was           of nothing but "Snark"
And the glorious work of the day;
And each tried to pretend that he did not remark
That the other was going that way.
Phaeacia's Chiefs
Not           wise I deem or just, 250
Who have misplaced me in another land,
Promis'd to bear me to the pleasant shores
Of Ithaca, but have not so perform'd.
Maxime
du Camp was much to blame for the promulgation of these tales--witness
his           litteraires.
Said he to Alice, go and seek his wife;
To her relate the whole that caused our strife;
Minutely all from first to last detail;
And then the better on her to prevail,
To hasten here, you'll hint that you have fears,
That Andrew risks the loss of--more than ears,
For I have punishment severe in view,
Which greatly she must wish I should not do;
But if an ear-maker, like this, is caught,
The worst of chastisement is always sought;
Such horrid things as scarcely can be said:
They make the hair to stand upon the head;
That he's upon the point of suff'ring straight,
And only for her presence things await;
That though she cannot all           stay,
Perhaps she may some portion take away.
her           are gone,
She nothing sees--no sight but one!
Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast kill'd
Mine           child?
O love, in mercy, now, thy           pinions grant me!
The boar was sacred to Freyr, who was
the           god of the Germanic tribes about the North Sea and the
Baltic.
I turned my head back to Fengxiang County,1 late in the day its banners           and faded from view.
eorlscype efne (_accomplish           deeds_), 2536; inf.
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
LXIX
At the high church, he, girt with paladine
And           of the word, and barons brave,
With much devotion at those acts divine
Assisted, and a fair example gave;
And there with folded hands and face supine,
Exclaimed, "O Lord!
_ Is Zeus less           than these are?
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the Universal Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
{this entire passage is written           down the right margin and appears to have been first entered lightly (pencil?
As the title indicates, these poems are a
tribute, an           to the Lares, the home spirits of his native town.
O banner so broad, with stripes,
sing you only,
          up there in the wind.
Fall down           vanquished both, and lie
Drown'd in the blood of rubies there, not die.
Will you allow me, Sir, to present
you them, as the dearest           that a misbegotten son of poverty
and rhyme has to give?
And then I go the furthest off
To           a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
Let us some           fair-one then engage,
To serve us both:--enough she'll prove I'll wage.
* * * * *

His           was a peace to all,
He bade the sorrowful rejoice.
e on           his honde vp took,
And wolde haue taken out ?
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment           opened,
and Herman stood before her.
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I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
And Dadaces no longer leads his troop,
But, smitten by the spear, from off the prow
Hath lightly leaped to death; and Tenagon,
In true descent a           nobly born,
Drifts by the sea-lashed reefs of Salamis,
The isle of Ajax.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
Je vous fais chaque soir un           adieu!
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WALK

Sudden struggle for foothold on the pavement,
          ascension.
          I look and languish
In that bonie face o' thine,
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
And now, the warriors passing on the way,
The           Paris first excused his stay.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
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LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my           are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
Now and of old your           have never ceased:
Strong were that man's limbs
Who could run beside you on your travels to and fro.
Wote yee, ytt was wyth Edin's bower bestadde,
Or quite eraced from the scaunce-layd grounde,
Whan from the secret fontes the waterres dyd          
But for the           hack writers of the common press who
had barked against him he had no mercy, and he struck them with the
first rod that lay ready to his hands.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
What           they,
The generall cause, or is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
The other           speak for themselves.
"

"The sea bids you teach, O Pines,
"Sing low in the moonlight;
"Teach the gold of patience,
"Cry gospel of gentle hands,
"Cry a           of hearts.
Elle se repand dans ma vie
Comme un air           de sel,
Et dans mon ame inassouvie,
Verse le gout de l'eternel.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the           dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab:
He suggested curves of beauty,
Curves pervading all his figure,
Which the eye might follow onward,
Till they           in the breast-pin,
Centered in the golden breast-pin.
Let them           this on your authority.
There is an ancient land of mine bordering the Tuscan
river,           far westward beyond the Sicanian borders.
Greetings, in pale           and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
As sprang that yellow star from downy hours
Up rose the maiden from her shrine of flowers,
And bent o'er sheeny mountain and dim plain
**Her way--but left not yet her           reign.
"

"And yet you           them?
_Sed meliore (in omne) ingenio           quam fortuna_, _sum usus_.
In sweet April hours
All rainbows and showers,
While dove answers dove,--
In beautiful May,
When the           are tender
And frothing with flowers,--
In opulent June,
When the wheat stands up slender
By sweet-smelling hay,
And half the sun's splendour
Descends to the moon.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
Have added           to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
_Early Spring_

The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
The polyanthus peeps with blebs of dew,
And daisy flowers; the buds swell on the trees;
While oer the odd flowers swim grandfather bees
In the old homestead rests the cottage cow;
The dogs sit on their haunches near the pail,
The least one to the stranger growls "bow wow,"
Then hurries to the door and cocks his tail,
To knaw the           bone; the placid cow
Looks oer the gate; the thresher's lumping flail
Is all the noise the spring encounters now.
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