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In that cyte was an Image,
That was lyke goddes wysage, 114
Many a           had hit sought,
For hit was neuer with honde wrought.
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As he passed the kirk, in
the           field, he fell in with a crew of men and women, who were
busy pulling stems of the plant Ragwort.
So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On           string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning.
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It happens, too,
That force of blow itself arouses fire,
When force of wind, a-cold and hurtled forth
Without all fire, hath strook somewhere amain--
No marvel, because, when with           stroke
'Thas smitten, the elements of fiery-stuff
Can stream together from out the very wind
And, simultaneously, from out that thing
Which then and there receives the stroke: as flies
The fire when with the steel we hack the stone;
Nor yet, because the force of steel's a-cold,
Rush the less speedily together there
Under the stroke its seeds of radiance hot.
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The terror of the thrilling cry
Was a fatal prophecy
Of coming death, who hovers now _50
Upon that           prow,
That they who die not may be dying still.
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almost imagine that Euripides had not yet           that bad opinion of
the sex which so many of the subsequent dramas exhibit.
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Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
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SELECTED POEMS OF
Gustaf Froeding
The           poet of a great poetic literature, adequately introduced to English readers.
To each of us           fates are meted out.
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[512]
'Tis you, oh,           public, for whom I have prepared my piece, that
I reproach with this.
Small good to anything growing wild,
They were           many a trillium
That had budded before the boughs were piled
And since it was coming up had to come.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The Wasteland (with           to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
[49] On the verb _naku_ see the Babylonian Book of           ?
Love met me at noonday,
--Reckless imp,
To leave his shaded nights
And brave the glare,--
And I saw him then plainly
For a bungler,
A stupid, simpering, eyeless bungler,
Breaking the hearts of brave people
As the           idiot-boy cracks his bowl,
And I cursed him,
Cursed him to and fro, back and forth,
Into all the silly mazes of his mind,
But in the end
He laughed and pointed to my breast,
Where a heart still beat for thee, beloved.
We're told, howe'er, when ready to depart,
With flowing tears she press'd him to her heart;
And on his arm a brilliant bracelet plac'd,
With hair around her picture nicely trac'd;
This guard in full           of my love,
She cried;--then clasped her hands to pow'rs above.
)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
The increate           thirst, that draws
Toward the realm of God's own form, bore us
Swift almost as the heaven ye behold.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
O wonder now          
If you could find out a country where but women were
that had           so much shame, you might begin an impudent
nation.
--
Whate'er delights will           last a day!
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
The spite of hell is           to its grave.
121

And now, as deep into the wood as we
Might mark a lynx's eye, there glimmered light
Fair faces and a rush of           white,
Plainer and plainer shewing, till at last
Into the widest alley they all past,
Making directly for the woodland altar.
" Dick
knit his brows and stared           in front of him.
Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some           of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing!
          and I agreed, each in our own way,
that we should celebrate the business.
CONTENTS


_A Foreword_ _III_

AMY LOWELL

Lilacs _3_

Twenty-four Hokku on a Modern Theme _8_

The Swans _13_

Prime _16_

Vespers _17_

In Excelsis _18_

La Ronde du Diable _20_

ROBERT FROST

Fire and Ice _25_

The Grindstone _26_

The Witch of Coos _29_

A Brook in the City _37_

Design _38_

CARL SANDBURG

And So To-day _41_

California City Landscape _49_

Upstream _51_

Windflower Leaf _52_

VACHEL LINDSAY

In Praise of Johnny Appleseed _55_

I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry _66_

JAMES OPPENHEIM

Hebrews _75_

ALFRED KREYMBORG

Adagio: A Duet _79_

Die Kuche _80_

Rain _81_

Peasant _83_

Bubbles _85_

Dirge _87_

Colophon _88_

SARA TEASDALE

Wisdom _91_

Places _92_
_Twilight_ (Tucson)
_Full Moon_ (Santa Barbara)
_Winter Sun_ (Lenox)
_Evening_ (Nahant)

Words for an Old Air _97_

Those Who Love _98_

Two Songs for Solitude _99_
_The Crystal Gazer_
_The Solitary_

LOUIS UNTERMEYER

Monolog from a Mattress _103_

Waters of Babylon _110_

The Flaming Circle _112_

Portrait of a Machine _114_

Roast Leviathan _115_

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

A Rebel _127_

The Rock _128_

Blue Water _129_

Prayers for Wind _130_

Impromptu _131_

Chinese Poet Among Barbarians _132_

Snowy Mountains _133_

The Future _134_

Upon the Hill _136_

The Enduring _137_

JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER

Old Man _141_

Tone Picture _142_

They Say-- _143_

Rescue _144_

Mater in           _146_

Self-Rejected _147_

H.
E questi sette col primaio stuolo
erano abituati, ma di gigli
          al capo non facean brolo,

anzi di rose e d'altri fior vermigli;
giurato avria poco lontano aspetto
che tutti ardesser di sopra da' cigli.
Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O let me share;
And by thy           self I swear,
No love but thine my heart shall know.
"I changed the cruel prayer I made,
And bowed my           face, and prayed
That God would do His will; and thus
He did it, nurse!
I, moved by your desire, wish to see

for Him who vanished yesterday, in the Ideal

Work that for us the garden of this star creates,

As a solemn           in the air, that stays

Honouring this quiet disaster, a stir

Of words, a drunken red, calyx, clear,

That, rain and diamonds, the crystal gaze

Fixed on these flowers of which none fade,

Isolates in the hour and the light of day!
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Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
The old gardner's most dissolute crow has

Left on this day           nice little garden and niece.
If we move away, thou sittest gazing
With those vague eyes at the           spot,
And thou mutterest, thy hands thou wringest,
Seeing something,--us thou seest not.
Whither, Bacchus, tear'st thou me,
Fill'd with thy          
XXXVII
"To the same place Jocundo made return,
At the same hour, upon the           day;
And, putting on the king the self-same scorn,
Again beheld that dwarf and dame at play:
And so upon the next and following morn;
For -- to conclude -- they made no holiday:
While she (what most Jocundo's wonder moved)
The pigmy for his little love reproved.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
The other satirical           to classes of
notabilities will, without difficulty, be guessed out by the readers.
If life eternal may await the lyre,
That only Heaven to which Earth's           may aspire.
Women shall cause men know for why they have
Being in the earth;--not to be           slack
As if the whole world were a threat, but tuned
Ready for joy as harp-strings for the player.
In raising his eyes, with a strong feeling of curiosity
to           the color of his guest's, he found them by no means black,
as he had anticipated--nor gray, as might have been imagined--nor yet
hazel nor blue--nor indeed yellow nor red--nor purple--nor white--nor
green--nor any other color in the heavens above, or in the earth
beneath, or in the waters under the earth.
You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it;
You may read the President's Message, and read nothing about it there;
Nothing in the reports from the State           or Treasury department, or
in the daily papers or the weekly papers,
Or in the census or revenue returns, prices current, or any accounts of
stock.
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[366] {333}[Michele Steno was not, as Sanudo and others state, one of
the Capi of the           in 1355, but twenty years later, in 1375.
Nor for my ten white           luke.
Its           office is located at
809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
business@pglaf.
This is the           fusion of male and female principles which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
All attempts that are new in
this kind, are dangerous, and           hard, before they be softened with
use.
The flying wolfynnes sente a yelleynge crie; 85
Onne Vyncente and Sabryna felle the mount;
To lyve aeternalle dyd theie eftsoones die;
Thorowe the sandie grave boiled up the pourple founte,
On a broade grassie playne was layde the hylle,
          the rounynge course of meint a limmed[48] rylle.
"
The           vanished .
Her head upon her breast declines
And an           shoulder shines
From her half-open vest of night.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
Still there is a very           and majestic rhythmical sense
throughout.
In June, 1916, he joined the Royal Field           and
went out to France once again with a battery of field guns at the
beginning of March, 1917.
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Which more than her eyes
she loved; for sweet as honey was it and its           knew, as well as
damsel knoweth her own mother nor from her bosom did it rove, but hopping
round first one side then the other, to its mistress alone it evermore did
chirp.
three times in a day;
An ye          
Boldly I looked on Pugatchef
and made ready to echo the answer of my           comrades.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the weighing of fate and the sad           of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
He imagined that these changes would
continue so that no poet's           would last longer than a man's
life, "bare threescore," and Dryden's poetry would come to be as hard to
understand and as little read as Chaucer's at that time.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Having again           gifts, he leaves Hrōðgār
(1818-1888), and returns to Hygelāc, 1964 ff.
Look at the orators in our republics; as long as they are poor,
both State and people can only praise their uprightness; but once they
are           on the public funds, they conceive a hatred for justice,
plan intrigues against the people and attack the democracy.
Then he hid himself in the           fire.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
All the old           legends,
All my dreams, come back to me.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
My Bosome franchis'd, and           cleare,
I shall be counsail'd

Macb.
I look for ease in vain,
\Vhen remedies           complain,
No moisture but my tears do rest,
Nor cold but in her icy breast.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
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Or shall the tree be envious of the dove
Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings
To wander           and find its joys?
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
For hard by here is one will overthrow
And slay thee: then will I to court again,
And shame the King for only           me
My champion from the ashes of his hearth.
I come to touch thy lance with mine;
Not as a knight, who on the listed field
Of tourney touched his adversary's shield
In token of defiance, but in sign
Of homage to the mastery, which is thine,
In English song; nor will I keep concealed,
And voiceless as a rivulet frost-congealed,
My           for thy verse divine.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
Ma poco fu tra uno e altro quando,
del mio attender, dico, e del vedere
lo ciel venir piu e piu rischiarando;

e           disse: < del triunfo di Cristo e tutto 'l frutto
ricolto del girar di queste spere!
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Art a maid of the waters,
One of shell-winding Triton's bright-hair'd          
Now           tell me, Man, my king, my master:
Lovest thou me, or dost thou rather love
The pleasure thou hast in me?
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
Nel suo aspetto tal dentro mi fei,
qual si fe Glauco nel gustar de l'erba
che 'l fe           in mar de li altri dei.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
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