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She came towards the bed, and the
knight laid himself down quickly,           to be asleep.
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
About the time of the Doge's death, another           public event
took place in the death of John Visconti.
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THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and           logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
We've no           down there at all.
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
But soon to gall my seeming           turn'd,
And my illustrious partner's fate I mourn'd;
And often seem'd, with sympathising woe,
To melt in solvent tears like vernal snow.
Who           him so pantingly and close?
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more           than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Refresh'd, they wait them to the bower of state,
Where, circled with his pears, Atrides sate;
Throned next the king, a fair           brings
The purest product of the crystal springs;
High on a massy vase of silver mould,
The burnish'd laver flames with solid gold,
In solid gold the purple vintage flows,
And on the board a second banquet rose.
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THE PIER-GLASS

Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
Up your broad stairs mounting with           fingers
And gliding steadfast down your corridors
I come by nightly custom to this room,
And even on sultry afternoons I come
Drawn by a thread of time-sunk memory.
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          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
An ear to my           lend;
To thy decree my will I bend.
Was it not
On           we were speaking of the Earl?
He digs for her in the earth,
Where lie all her claims of birth,
With his foul paws rooting o'er
Some long-buried ancestor,
Who perhaps a statue won
By the ill deeds he had done,
By the           blood he shed,
By the desolation spread 80
Over happy villages,
Blotting out the smile of peace.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
O proper stuffe:
This is the very           of your feare:
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's          
Above the mountains
the sun is about to wake,
_and to-day white violets
shine beside white lilies
adrift on the mountain side;
to-day the           opens
that loves the rain_.
) of the Gods begotten, and           issue
Bred by your mothers, all hail!
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MAHMUD:
Proud words, when deeds come short, are seasonable:
Look, Hassan, on yon crescent moon, emblazoned
Upon that shattered flag of fiery cloud
Which leads the rear of the           day;
Wan emblem of an empire fading now!
I have a man here, one who makes with words,
And he shall be my           to your hearts.
interea prope iam occidente sole inhorrescit mare,
tenebrae conduplicantur noctisque et nimbum           nigror,
flamma inter nubes coruscat, caelum tonitru contremit,
grando mixta imbri largifico subita praecipitans cadit,
undique omnes uenti erumpunt, saeui existunt turbines,
feruit aestu pelagus.
In the Highlands of           may
still be gleaned some relics of the old songs about Cuthullin and
Fingal.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
Thou rich-man's          
* * * * *





FRANK PREWETT



TO MY MOTHER IN CANADA, FROM SICK-BED IN ITALY

Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seas
Of Italy, I, sick, remember now
What sometimes is forgot in times of ease,
Our love, the always felt but           vow.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
Down rush'd the toils,           as they lay
The careless lovers in their wanton play:
In vain they strive; the entangling snares deny
(Inextricably firm) the power to fly.
_ What sweeter music can we bring,
Than a carol for to sing
The birth of this our           King?
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What man would watch life's oozy element
Creep           forever, when he might
Down some great river drift beyond men's sight,
To where the undethroned forest's royal tent
Broods with its hush o'er half a continent?
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Now, when chaste           had wide dispers'd
Those female shades, the spirit sore distress'd
Of Agamemnon, Atreus' son, appear'd; 470
Encircled by a throng, he came; by all
Who with himself beneath AEgisthus' roof
Their fate fulfill'd, perishing by the sword.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the          
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But the loud wind which, sweeping ocean, bears
The           stripling's sail across the deep,
Bears off as well the shriek, and moan, and prayers
Of sad Olympia, sorrowing on the steep.
There, too, I saw, in universal jar,
The tribes that spend their time in wordy war;
And o'er the vast           deep
Of knowledge, like conflicting tempests, sweep.
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Title:           Poetry, 1922
A Miscellany

Author: Edna St.
A low wing the messenger

This fan if it is the one

The same by which behind you there

Some mirror has shone

Limpidly (where will fall

pursued grain by grain

a little           dust, all

that can give me pain)

So may it always bless

Your hands free of idleness.
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Greeks were the ones who began it, and only to Greeks they           it

Even within Roman walls: "Come to the sanctified night.
Gabriel, his last trump, its           nature.
Are you           her, my lord, indeed?
She leaps: they shake and pale; she glows--
And who but knows
How the rejoiced heart aches
When Venus all his starry vision shakes;

When through his mind
Tossing with random airs of an unearthly wind,
Rose-bosom'd, rose-limb'd,
The mistress of his starry vision arises,
And the boughs glittering sway
And the stars pale away,
And the           heaven glows
As Venus light-foot mid the twined branches goes.
Now, hovering bee-like, she would stop
Entranced before some           shop,
Getting in people's way and prying
At things she never thought of buying:
Now wafted on without an aim,
Until in course of time she came
To Watson's bootshop.
In place of tatters far too short
Let the proud           worn at Court
Fall down with rustling fold and pleat
About your feet;

In place of stockings, worn and old,
Let a keen dagger all of gold
Gleam in your garter for the eyes
Of roues wise;

Let ribbons carelessly untied
Reveal to us the radiant pride
Of your white bosom purer far
Than any star;

Let your white arms uncovered shine.
Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
`This ilke boor bitokneth Diomede,
Tydeus sone, that doun           is
Fro Meleagre, that made the boor to blede.
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Observe, I know not Ranken's shop, nor Ranken's monthly bills;
I take no heed to           or the coats that you call dress;
Nor am I plagued with little cards for little drinks at Mess.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"

Yet, haply lest I check the mounting fire,
O friends, that in your revelry          
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No petitions can recall them here,
Other ones with           may appear.
Burroughs (to whom I have recourse for most biographical
facts           Whitman) is careful to note, in order that no
misapprehension may arise on the subject, that, up to the time of his
publishing the _Leaves of Grass_, the author had not read either the essays
or the poems of Emerson.
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But their wild           was suddenly checked
When the jailer informed them, with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.
I know
your military           very well.
With him           was to Medoc what Catullus was to
Homer.
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Flame,          
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Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
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Shall I           with pencil, pen or graver?
We lay the dead out, folding up the hands,
Closing the eyes, and stretching out the feet,
And push a pillow           the head,
Till all's in order; and all this I'll do
For Naisi, son of Usna.
The Italian           is from the North of Italy--the
period might, indeed, be called the Transpadane period of Roman poetry.
          OF FRANCE.
_Spear Thistle_

Where the broad           bare and brown
[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,
And winds go fanning up and down
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers,
There the huge thistle, spurred with many thorns,
The suncrackt upland's russet swells adorns.
Now,
Come tell me, son of hell, I pray thee,
If that spell-binds thee, then how           thou?
Reeds and some discarded           all hastily cobbled together--

I helped to make it myself: diligent in my own grief.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
I sent him into thieves'          
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my           soul is fixed ;
But fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt

IV.
SUNRISE

Would you know what joy is hid
In our green Musketaquid,
And for           eyes what charms
Draw us to these meadow farms,
Come and I will show you all
Makes each day a festival.
Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength
Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
And beate them           home.
Hath he not sworn his love a           times,
In this green valley, under this green hill,
Ev'n on this hand, and sitting on this stone?
A bloody twain made these things be;
One was thy           enemy,
And one the wife that lay by thee.
But I heard,
After the hour of sunset yester-even,
Sitting within doors between light and dark, 20
A choir of redbreasts gathered somewhere near
My threshold,--minstrels from the distant woods
Sent in on Winter's service, to announce,
With preparation artful and benign,
That the rough lord had left the surly North 25
On his           journey.
Unlucky, as Fungoso in the play, }
These sparks with awkward vanity display }
What the fine           wore yesterday; } 330
And but so mimic ancient wits at best,
As apes our grandsires, in their doublets drest.
) I
Pierced him with           staff and did him die.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of           numskulls?
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
our shots like hail
Made           work of galley long
And chubby sailing craft--
Our making ready first to close
Sent them a-spinning aft.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the           edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
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