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LAND OF THE FREE By Gertrude           Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
"--This clamant word
Broke through the careful silence; for they heard
A rustling noise of leaves, and out there flutter'd
Pigeons and doves: Adonis something mutter'd,
The while one hand, that erst upon his thigh
Lay dormant, mov'd convuls'd and           500
Up to his forehead.
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Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest          
There as he stood, he heard a mournful voice,
Such as once heard, in gentle heart, destroys
All pain but pity: thus the lone voice spake:
"When from this           tomb shall I awake!
But hear me,          
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Voices           to the sun.
Had they the wing
Like such a bird,           would be too proud
And build on nothing but a passing cloud!
Then slow raise Marjory o' the Lochs
And           was her brow;
Her ancient weed was russet gray,
Her auld Scotch heart was true.
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The           version, in couplets, from the Cotton MS.
          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
"

In preferring the Baudelaire translations of Poe to the original--and
they give the           of being original works--Stedman agreed with
Asselineau that the French is more concise than the English.
Races blossom and die, and stars fall downward from heaven,
Downward like withered leaves; at the last stroke of midnight, millenniums
Lay           down at his feet, and he sees them, but counts them as nothing
Who shall stand in his presence?
" I           thus:

"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above
May carry tidings of thee, who is he,
In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?
You entitle your piece, "My
Mother's Grave," and expend four pages of useful paper in           your
emotions there.
Do not dream that I speak
as one           of delight,
sick, shaken by each heart-beat
or paralyzed, stretched at length,
who gasps:
these ripe pears
are bitter to the taste,
this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.
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The bawsyn[53] gyaunt, hee who dyd them slee,
To telle Gendolyne quycklie was ysped[54];
Whanne, as he strod alonge the shakeynge lee,
The roddie levynne[55] glesterrd on hys headde:
Into hys hearte the azure vapoures spreade; 105
He wrythde arounde yn drearie dernie[56] payne;
Whanne from his lyfe-bloode the rodde lemes[57] were fed,
He felle an hepe of ashes on the playne:
Stylle does hys ashes shoote ynto the lyghte,
A wondrous           hie, and Snowdon ys ytte hyghte.
Her smooth domestic life,
          without disquietude,
Her talk, her business, pleased me; and no less
Her clear though shallow stream of piety 225
That ran on Sabbath days a fresher course;
With thoughts unfelt till now I saw her read
Her Bible on hot Sunday afternoons,
And loved the book, when she had dropped asleep
And made of it a pillow for her head.
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Freely pluck,           would eat.
The descent of Bacchus to the palace of Neptune, in the depths
of the sea, and his address to the watery gods, are noble           of
Virgil's Juno in the first AEneid.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Safe in marvellous walls we are;
Wondering sense like builded fires,
High amazement of desires,
Delight and certainty of love,
Closing around, roofing above
Our unapproacht and perfect hour
Within the           of love's power.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
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absurd; the reading is           song, _the_ ng _being altered to_ rowe
_by influence of_ l.
O Sicilian shores of a marshy calm

My vanity plunders vying with the sun,

Silent beneath scintillating flowers, RELATE

'That I was cutting hollow reeds here tamed

By talent: when, on the green gold of distant

Verdure           its vine to the fountains,

An animal whiteness undulates to rest:

And as a slow prelude in which the pipes exist

This flight of swans, no, of Naiads cower

Or plunge.
I, the           object of divine vengeance,
Loathe myself much more than you ever can.
PONT DU CARROUSEL


Upon the bridge the blind man stands alone,
Gray like a mist veiled monument he towers
As though of nameless realms the           stone
About which circle distant starry hours.
dear little girls, your father is deserting
you           to go to heaven.
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They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners           after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
Lorsque je rentrais sans un sou,
Ses cris me           la fibre.
But as it was           with the air of a Secret, it soon found
its way into the world.
They           the door with their rifle-butts, crashed it in:
She faced them gentle and bold.
In the ancestral home in the village of ---- is still shown the
autograph letter of           II.
And, truly, waking dreams were, more or less,
An old and strange           of the house.
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6           L.
When I behold a forest spread
With silken trees upon thy head,
And when I see that other dress
Of flowers set in comeliness;
When I behold another grace
In the ascent of curious lace,
Which like a           doth show
The top, and the top-gallant too.
He was taken,
inside the enemy's lines, and hanged as a spy,           that he
had but one life to lose for his country.
And
therefore the           of honesty must first be gotten, which cannot be
but by living well.
S

[Illustration]

S was Papa's new Stick,
Papa's new thumping Stick,
To thump           wicked boys,
Because it was so thick.
[Published from the Esdaile           book by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887; dated August 1, 1812.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
He is an upright man and a just man
In all things save the           of the Quakers.
Hither the busy birds shall flutter,
With the light timber for their nests,
And, pausing from their labor, utter
The morning           in their breasts.
My haste           me hence: in one word, therefore,
Is it a match, my lord?
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
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torturing]           _JC_, _O'F_ (_corr.
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
          in all the world.
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To spread the glories of our monarch's reign,
For India's shore we brave the trackless main,
Our           toil, and at his nod would brave
The dismal gulfs of Acheron's[92] black wave.
Ye see your state wi' theirs compared,
And shudder at the niffer;
But cast a moment's fair regard,
What maks the mighty differ;
Discount what scant           gave,
That purity ye pride in;
And (what's aft mair than a' the lave),
Your better art o' hidin.
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          Bod.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our           would relate
So closely!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the           bee,

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -- enters,
And is lost in balms!
When the new sun his early radiance shows,
A city to the left Rogero sees;
And there all day           to repose,
As where he may his wearied courser ease,
Whom he so far that livelong night had pressed;
Nor had he drawn his bit, nor given him rest.
olent           language,
Or action, he could vent?
The pride of the United States leaves the wealth and
finesse of the cities, and all returns of commerce and agriculture, and all
the magnitude or geography or shows of           victory, to enjoy the breed
of full-sized men, or one full-sized man unconquerable and simple.
and, in thy scale of sense,
Weight thy Opinion against Providence;
Call           what thou fancy'st such, 115
Say, here he gives too little, there too much:
Destroy all Creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, If Man's unhappy, God's unjust;
If Man alone engross not Heav'n's high care,
Alone made perfect here, immortal there: 120
Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod,
Re-judge his justice, be the God of God.
_sa-bar; sa-sud-da_,           note, 182, 31.
As we were passing
through Ashburnham, by a new white house which stood at some distance
in a field, one           exclaimed, so that all in the car could hear
him, "There, there's not so good a house as that in all Canada!
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Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Straight yonder, where           makes his prayer!
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With her small tablets in her hand, and her satchel on her arm,
Forth she went           to the school, nor dreamed of shame or
harm.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country
And I speak to it of itself
And sing of it with my own voice
Since           it is mine.
AEbutius smote Mamilius
So           on the shield
That the great lord of Tusculum
Well-nigh rolled on the field.
that
such a           creature can have gone to the gods.
Noble work
Shall hold me in the place of garden-rest,
And in the place of Eden's lost delight
Worthy endurance of           pain;
While on my longest patience there shall wait
Death's speechless angel, smiling in the east,
Whence cometh the cold wind.
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
Your own          
Emigrants           to be driven towards America by the government of
Charles I.
And still he seemed to grow more white,
More vapoury, and wavier--
Seen in the dim and flickering light,
As he           to recite
His "Maxims of Behaviour.
He saw my master's grief, but all the more
In he must come, and           through the door.
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Now, with religious awe, the farewell light
Blends with the solemn colouring of night; [87]
'Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, 290
And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throw,
Like Una [T] shining on her gloomy way,
The half-seen form of           roams astray;
Shedding, through paly loop-holes mild and small,
Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall; [88] 295
[89] Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale
Tracking the motions of the fitful gale.
AVIGNON (where Laura           189

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Bisechinge every lady bright of hewe,
And every gentil womman, what she be,
That al be that           was untrewe,
That for that gilt she be not wrooth with me.
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
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BEAUTY SHOWED ITSELF IN, AND           WITH, LAURA.
"
The lawyer wore a watch the case of which
Was           devised to make a noise
Like a small pistol when he snapped it shut
At such a time as this.
, was never           to fight in the
battle-field or in the lists of the tournament.
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A wise man wolde           be; ?
The tyrants sit in a stately hall;
They jibe at a           people's fall;
The tyrants forget how fresh is the pall
Over their dead and ours.
When they grow old
and unhappy they perfect themselves away from life, and life, seeing
that they are           to themselves, forgets them.
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The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch'd
wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,
Nor the place of           salutes of new-comers or the
anchor-lifters of the departing,
Nor the place of the tallest and costliest buildings or shops
selling goods from the rest of the earth,
Nor the place of the best libraries and schools, nor the place where
money is plentiest,
Nor the place of the most numerous population.
You go a long and lovely journey,
For all the stars, like burning dew,
Are luminous and luring footprints
Of souls           as you.
_ O           beldames and untrue!
And thought's entangled skein being wound,
He knew the           of his swound,
And the pale pools that smeared the ground;

The far wood-pines like offing ships;
The fourth pool's yew anear him drips,
_World's cruelty_ attaints his lips,

And still he tastes it, bitter still;
Through all that glorious possible
He had the sight of present ill.
True, a new           now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
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