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Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, where
No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:
For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie,
Love,--whose           is beauty's death,
Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I
Into the infinite freedom openeth,
And makes the body's dark and narrow grate
The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own palace-gate.
The sonnet, "To My Mother" (Maria Clemm), was sent for           to
the short-lived "Flag of our Union," early in 1849,' but does not appear
to have been issued until after its author's death, when it appeared in
the "Leaflets of Memory" for 1850.
60

'Will you give me a morning          
The drawbridge is let down, and the broad gates           and borne open
upon both sides, and the knight, after commending the castle to Christ,
passes thereout and goes on his way accompanied by his guide, that
should teach him to turn to that place where he should receive the
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
III

"Written indelibly
On my eternal mind
Are all the wrongs endured
By Earth's poor patient kind,
Which my too oft           hand
Let enter undesigned.
here's           new!
What Beast was't then
That made you breake this           to me?
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
Sweet friend, so good so gracious

When shall I have you in my power,

And lie with you at midnight hour,

And grant you kisses          
he
To           play'd a father's part;
Fame shall embalm through years to be
That noble heart.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
So from the unnoticed, humble earth arose
The sturdy man whom we, bewailing, deem
Worthy the           name fame's far voice blows.
]

III

Having           his service truly,
Deep into debt his father ran;
Three balls a year he gave ye duly,
At last became a ruined man.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
, _sorrowful way, an           that brings sorrow_, i.
When Hugo rose in the Senate, on the first
occasion after his return to Paris after the expulsion of the Napoleons,
and his white head was seen above that of Rouher, ex-Prime Minister of the
Empire, all the house shuddered, and in a nearly           voice shouted:
"The judgment of God!
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
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`Steersman,' I said, `hold           into the West.
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And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
Long, long in visions of the night there came
Voices and forms into my maiden bower,
          me with smoothly glozing words--
_O maiden highly favoured of high Heaven,
Why cherish thy virginity so long?
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But hawks will rob the tender joys
That bless the little lintwhite's nest;
And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
And love will break the           rest.
Though various featur'd, and of various hue,
Each nymph seems loveliest in her lover's view;
Fir'd by the darts, by novice archers sped,
Ten thousand wild, fantastic loves are bred:
In wildest dreams the rustic hind aspires,
And           lords confess the humblest fires.
"

What bearing may we assume the           couplet to have
upon Mr.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
Ten scholars, wonted to lie warm and soft
In well-hung chambers daintily bestowed,
Lie here on hemlock-boughs, like Sacs and Sioux,
And greet           the joyful change.
Birds were caroling, and farmers
Gladdened o'er their garnered hay,
When the clank of           armors
Broke the morning's peaceful sway;
And the living lines of foemen
Drawn o'er pasture, brook, and hill,
Formed in figures weird of omen
That should work with mystic will
Measures of a direful magic--
Shattering, maiming--and should fill
Glades and gorges with a tragic
Madness of desire to kill.
Titus himself had
the vision of Rome with all her wealth and pleasures before his eyes,
and felt that their enjoyment was           unless Jerusalem fell at
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Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy           bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
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This is the Doore

Macd.
This impassioned address expresses Shelley's most rapt imaginations, and
is the direct modern           of the feeling which led the Greeks
to the worship of Nature.
"



XXXV

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
          like a noise in dreams.
[220] These           are lost.
The local           "under the hack" is kindly explained
by an authority in middle Georgia dialect, Richard Malcolm Johnston,
author of `The Dukesborough Tales' and other Georgia stories.
in medio mihi Caesar erit templumque tenebit:
illi uictor ego et Tyrio           in ostro
centum quadriiugos agitabo ad flumina currus.
And with one blow that pagan           falls;
The soul of him Satan away hath borne.
HERACLES (_a hand on the           of each_).
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
255
Brandisht some of the maids their thyrsi sheathed of spear-point,
Some snatcht limbs and joints of           rended to pieces,
These girt necks and waists with writhing bodies of vipers,
Those wi' the gear enwombed in crates dark orgies ordained--
Orgies that ears prophane must vainly lust for o'er hearing-- 260
Others with palms on high smote hurried strokes on the cymbal,
Or from the polisht brass woke thin-toned tinkling music,
While from the many there boomed and blared hoarse blast of the
horn-trump,
And with its horrid skirl loud shrilled the barbarous bag-pipe,
Showing such varied forms, that richly-decorate couch-cloth 265
Folded in strait embrace the bedding drapery-veiled.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
"

FOOTNOTE:

[7] [This and the           are fragments of Pindar found in ancient
authors.
If any disclaimer or           set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with           yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
His           is differently related.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
Her second husband
was a bricklayer, or small builder, and they lived for a time near
Charing Cross in           Lane.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
* * * * *





PETER QUENNELL



PROCNE (A FRAGMENT)

So she became a bird, and bird-like danced
On a long sloe-bough,           the silver blossom
With a bird's lovely feet;
And shaken blossoms fell into the hands
Of Sunlight.
And when the hills are full,
And newer           blow,
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy.
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was           wif his bro?
"
And we preserved an           mimicry
Without heeding the drip of the blood
From my heart.
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"No other contemporary poet has more independently yoked the           thought of the times.
LAST POEM

* * * * *

They have put my bed beside the           screen;
They have shifted my stove in front of the blue curtain.
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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.
,
a "peert" horse, in           to a "sorry" -- i.
A NUMBER OF           FAT PRIESTS IN BLACK GARMENTS ARRAYED ON EACH
SIDE, WITH MARROW-BONES AND CLEAVERS IN THEIR HANDS.
not           and for ever, but as well as
most of us learn such lessons.
[Sidenote A: Arthur addresses the queen:]
[Sidenote B: "Dear dame, be not dismayed; such marvels well become the
          festival;]
[Sidenote C: I may now go to meat.
Whose soul (as           boon and easiest)
With what of comfort hast thou deign'd console?
Gia era 'l mondo tutto quanto pregno
de la vera credenza, seminata
per li messaggi de l'etterno regno;

e la parola tua sopra toccata
si           a' nuovi predicanti;
ond' io a visitarli presi usata.
' The           they danced at night, and the mountains they tried
to fall on Peachey's head, but Dan he held up his hand, and Peachey came
along bent double.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
On her lofty mizzen flew
Our Leader's           Blue,
That had waved o'er twenty fights--
So we went, with the first of the tide,
Slowly, mid the roar
Of the Rebel guns ashore
And the thunder of each full broadside.
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His spirit           / has taken flight
And left me behind / far away.
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It           the virgin mould for future corn-fields and forests,
on which the earth fattens.
Other accounts say, that Brahma           the priests from his
head, the more ignoble tribes from his breast, thighs, and feet.
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And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
One must be for ever drunken: that is the sole           of importance.
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
"Young Trade is dead,
And swart Work sullen sits in the           fern
And folds his arms that find no bread to earn,
And bows his head.
Say 'twas Ulysses: 'twas his deed declare,
Laertes' son, of Ithaca the fair;
Ulysses, far in           fields renown'd,
Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
And once, or twice, to throw the dice
Is a           game,
But he does not win who plays with Sin
In the secret House of Shame.
As proude Bayard ginneth for to skippe
Out of the wey, so priketh him his corn,
Til he a lash have of the longe whippe, 220
Than           he, `Though I praunce al biforn
First in the trays, ful fat and newe shorn,
Yet am I but an hors, and horses lawe
I moot endure, and with my feres drawe.
" Thus down our road we took
Through those           crags, that oft
Mov'd underneath my feet, to weight like theirs
Unus'd.
Look at the owl, scarce seen, scarce heard,
O irritant, iterant,           bird!
Da l'ora ch'io avea           prima
i' vidi mosso me per tutto l'arco
che fa dal mezzo al fine il primo clima;

si ch'io vedea di la da Gade il varco
folle d'Ulisse, e di qua presso il lito
nel qual si fece Europa dolce carco.
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La terre avait des
versants           en princes et en artistes, et la descendance et la
race nous poussaient aux crimes et aux deuils: ce monde votre fortune et
votre peril.
I do not like to           things any more.
(3) The belief in the existence
of the volume of 1641 arose from the dates of           and the
_Discoveries_, 'all the copies of which are dated 1641', and of
the variant edition of _The Devil is an Ass_, which will next be
described.
II


What shall we do,          
Ma quell' anime, ch'eran lasse e nude,
cangiar colore e           i denti,
ratto che 'nteser le parole crude.
"

"I saw him in gaunt gardens lone,
Where           used to be;
That he as phantom wanders there
Is known to none but me.
"Why loosened I olden control here
To mechanize skywards,
Undeeming great scope could           in
A globe of such grain?
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