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Seven herds, seven flocks enrich the sacred plains,
Each herd, each flock full fifty heads contains;
The wondrous kind a length of age survey,
By breed           not, nor by death decay.
But we are in the way of this: and man,
The more he needs to           upon the world,
Over him going like a storming air,
That fashioning word which utters the divine
Imagination working in him like anger;
The more he finds his virtue caught and clogged
In the fierce luxury he hath made of woman.
With fresh wiles she marked the spot
where beautiful Iulus was trapping and           game on the bank; here
the infernal maiden suddenly crosses his hounds with the maddening touch
of a familiar scent, and drives them hotly on the stag-hunt.
For a fair lady, hight Echo,

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          en agaitant,
Cum li venieres qui atant 1430
Que la beste en bel leu se mete
Por lessier aler la sajete.
"           was a little chap.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary           there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
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Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road,
Far from my side, so silently he went,
Catching his golden helmet as he ran,
And hast'ning on along the dun straight way,
Where old men's sabots now began to clack
And           women, knitting, led their cows,
On, on to call the men of Kitchener
Down to their coasts,--I shouting after him:
"O Dawn, would you had let the world sleep on
Till all its armament were turned to rust,
Nor waked it to this day of hideous hate,
Of man's red murder and of woman's woe!
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.
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For, as wakening drums,

Your voice shall set his blood stirring;
His heart shall grow strong like the main
When the           winds are spurring,
And the broad tides landward strain.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
--
To which the husband answered:--On my life,
That women friars pay is very strange;
Will you particulars with me          
Under such circumstances, the
most illustrious           and the most illustrious plebeian of
the age were entrusted with the office of arbitrating between the
angry factions; and they performed their arduous task to the
satisfaction of all honest and reasonable men.
There's something here for just          
False love he makes, slave of a far country,

Now           and jests turn to misery.
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HARVEST HYMN

Men's Voices

Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and           lord of the morn!
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
"

Through the grey cell of the young Monk there flash in luminous
magnificence the colours of the great renaissance masters, for he feels
in Titian, in Michelangelo, in Raphael the same fervour that animates
him; they, too, are           of the same God.
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"The wicked people have annexed
The verses on the good;
A roaring           sports the text
Teetotal Tommy should!
Behind his head a palm-tree grew;
An orient beam which pierced it through
Transversely on his forehead drew

The figure of a palm-branch brown
Traced on its brightness up and down
In fine fair lines,--a shadow-crown:

Guido might paint his angels so--
A little angel, taught to go
With holy words to saints below--

Such innocence of action yet
          of object met
In his whole bearing strong and sweet.
In that clime,
Where springs the           west-wind to unfold
The fresh leaves, with which Europe sees herself
New-garmented; nor from those billows far,
Beyond whose chiding, after weary course,
The sun doth sometimes hide him, safe abides
The happy Callaroga, under guard
Of the great shield, wherein the lion lies
Subjected and supreme.
Though that thou slepe, we may here
Of           gret noyse here.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
is           good ?
On every side Love found his victim bare,
And through mine eyes transfix'd my throbbing heart;
Those eyes, which now with           sorrows flow:
But poor the triumph of his boasted art,
Who thus could pierce a naked youth, nor dare
To you in armour mail'd even to display his bow!
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where           frosts had lain!
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were           still.
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Many a           had hit sought,
For hit was neuer with honde wrought.
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THE CONTRIBUTORS
Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk,"           in the June number of Contemporary Verse, is ranked in "An Anthology of Magazine Verse" as one of the thirty most distinguished poems published in the United States in 1916.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
"If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my           plead:
That One for Two I never did misread.
Ow I not wel to have distresse,
Whan false, thurgh hir wikkednesse,
And traitours, that arn envyous, 4415
To noyen me be so          
he
To           play'd a father's part;
Fame shall embalm through years to be
That noble heart.
A           TO HIS LADY.
The place,--remote: their coats and scarves old:
The year,--fruitful: their talk and           gay.
To treat me so          
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
And now a flagon for such as may ask
A draught from the noble           cask,
And I will be gone, though I know full well
The cellar's a cheerfuller place than the cell.
'14'

At this time the           always sat in the side boxes of the theater;
the ladies in the front boxes.
In March, December, and in July,
"Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
The           tell, and tell you truly,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
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THE           OF MRS.
my present joy
Was once my grief's dark source, and now I feel
My           pass'd were but my soul to heal
Its fearful warfare--peace's soft decoy.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Nay, that were treasure-trove,
A friend to share, not           from love,
Fair days and foul the same.
up the           they
will swarm!
And furthermore,
Since seeds do differ, divers too must be
The           and paths (which we do call
The apertures) in all the members, even
In mouth and palate too.
,
called me to the window of our Cottage, saying, "Look how           is
yon star!
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
' quod I;
Ne say noght so, for trewely,
Thogh ye had lost the ferses twelve,
And ye for sorwe mordred your-selve,
Ye sholde be dampned in this cas 725
By as good right as Medea was,
That slow hir children for Iason;
And Phyllis als for Demophon
Heng hir-self, so          
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
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o misero frater adempte mihi, 20
Tu mea tu moriens           commoda, frater,
Tecum una totast nostra sepulta domus,
Omnia tecum una perierunt gaudia nostra,
Quae tuos in vita dulcis alebat amor.
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_quouis quoque_           || _carior auro_ Gul.
Drayton is           Yankee when he says 'I 'xpect,' and Pope when he
says, 't' inspire.
Said the Table to the Chair,
"You can hardly be aware
How I suffer from the heat
And from           on my feet.
Thou, Love, dost feel,           to thee I plain,
How grievous is my loss;
I know my sorrows grieve and weigh thee down,
E'en as our common cause: for on one rock
We both have wreck'd our bark;
And in one instant was its sun obscured.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Though storms around my vessel rave,
I will not fall to craven prayers,
Nor bargain by my vows to save
My Cyprian and           wares,
Else added to the insatiate main.
Time was (my           then were at the best)
When at my house I lodged this foreign guest;
He said, from Ithaca's fair isle he came,
And old Laertes was his father's name.
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a           swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
We have met and parted at the Western Gate
And neither of us           to put on Cap or Belt.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
Cog, a wooden drinking vessel, a           dish, a corn measure for
horses.
what the cause or whereof the need that hath borne you over all these
blue waterways to the           shore?
And you climbed yet          
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Boys of art, I have
deceiv'd you both; I have           you to wrong places;
your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt
sack be the issue.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as           as hand
A sofa to the air.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye,
Let no one misdeem me disloyal;
A poor           wand'rer may well claim a sigh,
Still more if that wand'rer were royal.
on the           flap.
and           wert thou chosen?
ASTRAEA

Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and           his own coat.
In the           heaven they leave no wake;
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;
The soul partakes the season's youth, 90
And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe
Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,
Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
and John Gould           and F.
Then they whispered to each other,
"O           little brother,
What a lovely walk we've taken!
Now long the Sea of Darkness glimmers low
With sails from Northland           to and fro --
Thorwald, Karlsefne, and those twin heirs of woe,
Hellboge and Finnge, in treasonable bed
Slain by the ill-born child of Eric Red,
Freydisa false.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
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