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DAVIES

The Captive Lion (from 'The Song of Life')
A Bird's Anger " " "
The Villain " " "
Love's Caution " " "
Wasted Hours (from 'The Hour of Magic')
The Truth (from 'The Song of Life')


WALTER DE LA MARE

The Moth (from 'The Veil')
'Sotto Voce' " "
Sephina (from 'Flora ')
Titmouse (from 'The Veil')
Suppose (from 'Flora')
The Corner Stone (from 'The Veil')


JOHN DRINKWATER

Persuasion (from 'Seeds of Time')


JOHN FREEMAN

I Will Ask (from 'Poems New and Old')
The Evening Sky " " "
The Caves " " "
Moon-Bathers (from 'Music')
In Those Old Days (from 'Poems New and Old')
Caterpillars (from 'Music')
Change " "


WILFRID GIBSON

Fire (from 'Neighbours')
Barbara Fell " "
Philip and Phoebe Ware " "
By the Weir " "
Worlds " "


ROBERT GRAVES

Lost Love (from 'The Pier-Glass')
Morning Phoenix " "
A Lover Since Childhood
Sullen Moods
The Pier-Glass (from 'The Pier-Glass')
The Troll's Nosegay " "
Fox's Dingle " "
The General Elliott (from 'On English Poetry')
The Patchwork Bonnet (from 'The Pier-Glass')


RICHARD HUGHES

The Singing Furies (from 'Gipsy-Night')
Moonstruck " "
Vagrancy " "
Poets, Painters,           "


WILLIAM KERR

In Memoriam D.
He had written verses from childhood, and to the purified           of
poetry he, through life, eagerly aspired.
Though e'er so high I sate above, though e'er so low he spake,
As clear as thunder I should hear the new oath he might take,
That hers, forsooth, were           eyes--ah me, while very dim
Some heavenly eyes (indeed of heaven!
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"While yet I spoke, the shade with transport glow'd,
Rose in his majesty, and nobler trod;
With haughty stalk he sought the distant glades
Of warrior kings, and join'd the           shades.
The provinces, too, of Syria and
Judea, as they were oppressed with impositions, prayed an           of
tribute.
After an absence of sixteen years, Camoens, in 1569, returned to Lisbon,
unhappy even in his arrival, for the pestilence then raged in that city,
and prevented his           for three years.
'

"He goes on to state, that years passed by, and both his old school-
friends found him out, and came and claimed a share in his good
fortune,           to the school-day vow.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their           the soothsayer still lives.
Some would dress their masters in gold, pearl, and all true jewels
of majesty; others furnish them with feathers, bells, and ribands, and
are           esteemed the fitter servants.
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It is
certain, therefore, that the great Latin writers of the Augustan
age did not possess those materials, without which a trustworthy
account of the infancy of the           could not possibly be
framed.
To deck my           not a trinket?
          bore me.
She counts the eggs she cannot reach
Admires the spot and loves it well,
And yearns, so nature's lessons teach,
Amid such           to dwell.
Or so much as it needes,
To dew the           Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
Make we our March towards Birnan.
          was made Earl of Richmond in 1613, and
Duke in 1623.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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AND SO TO-DAY


And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
XXXIII

But the count Guenes did deeply meditate;
Cunning and keen began at length, and spake
Even as one that knoweth well the way;
And to the King: "May God           you safe,
The All Glorious, to whom we're bound to pray
Proud Charlemagne this message bids me say:
You must receive the holy Christian Faith,
And yield in fee one half the lands of Spain.
          lily!
Long before this, the base, the dull, the rude,
Th'           and unpurged multitude
Yawn for Thy coming; some ere this time cry,
How He defers, how loath He is to die!
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I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies,--
You are my           skies,
Give me your stars to hold.
For heavie           swythyn nowe prepare.
It is perhaps worth noting that in the second volume of this
edition, and in the last hundred poems printed in the first,           a
date can be fixed it is always in the forties.
But Irus and the stranger have not fought,
Urged by the suitors, and the stranger prov'd
Victorious; yes--heav'n knows how much I wish
That, (in the palace some, some in the court)
The suitors all sat vanquish'd, with their heads
Depending low, and with enfeebled limbs, 290
Even as that same Irus, while I speak,
With chin on bosom propp'd at the hall-gate
Sits drunkard-like,           to stand
Erect, or to regain his proper home.
One day it           better to amuse,
Our couple diff'rent fishing vessels took,
And skimm'd the wave to try who most could hook,
Of fish and pleasure; and they laid a bet,
The greatest number which of them should get.
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.
The swarming flies hummed on the putrid side,
Whence poured the maggots in a           stream,
That ran along these tatters of life's pride
With a liquescent gleam.
Facing the timorous nakedness of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an           gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
          flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in orchards roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
A           rose, 830
Like what was never heard in all the throes
Of wind and waters: 'tis past human wit
To tell; 'tis dizziness to think of it.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
What deaf and           murderer could crown
Life's early cup with such a draught of woe?
"

Aye louder           that ladye fair
To drown her doggie's bark:
Ever the lover shouted mair
To make that ladye hark:

Shrill and more shrill the popinjay
Upraised his angry squall:
I trow the doggie's voice that day
Was louder than them all!
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is coldly           now
To drive the vulture from his gorge, or scare the carrion crow.
" Then,           Marya, he said to her, gently,
"Come out, pretty one; I give you your liberty.
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
She had given the ring to her           twain,
Who smiled, as they handed it back again.
polygonic In their amazing           hard subdued course in the vast deep
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And Los & Enitharmon were drawn down by their desires
Descending sweet upon the wind among soft harps & voices [Laughing and mocking ?
I HAVE A           WITH DEATH.
Years
rolled on, and I went from Khorassan to Transoxiana, and wandered to
Ghazni and Cabul; and when I returned, I was invested with office, and
rose to be           of affairs during the Sultanate of Sultan Alp
Arslan.
She is even thine aunt, Arthur's half
sister; wherefore come to thine aunt, for all my           love thee.
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The Ruins of Rome

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Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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A thirsty           dips his hand into a Spring of Water
to drink from.
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Which hunger forces birds to eat:
Your blinded eyes, worst foes to you,
Can't see the good which           do.
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It gazed for a
few seconds, fixedly and sorrowfully, with its           and lack-lustre
eyes, full into the countenance of Mr.
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294 THE POEMS

When plajers come to act the part of queens,
Within the curtains, and behind the scenes ; *
When sodomj shall be prime minister's s|)ort,
And whoring shall be the least crime at court ;
When boys shall take their sisters for their

mate,
And practise incest between seven and eight ;
When no man knows in whom to put his trust,
And e'en to rob the chequer shall be just ;
When declarations, lies, and every oath,
Shall be in use at court, but faith and troth ;
When two good kings shall be at Brentford

town.
"

          MS.
Besides, such a method of arrangement would not           the
growth of the Poet's mind, and the development of his genius.
nam simul id factum est, multis diluta labella
guttis abstersisti omnibus articulis,
ne quicquam nostro contractum ex ore maneret,
tamquam           spurca saliua lupae.
          ale, metal cups lined in a row, Yi tribal songs, as they hold up jade plates.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
But now, all           of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
O, this world's          
Lord, if I love Thee and Thou lovest me,
Why need I any more these           days;
Why should I not run singing up Thy ways
Straight into heaven, to rest myself with Thee?
XL

Such wondrous science in mans wit to raine
When Jove avizd, that could the dead revive,
And fates          
The thing has gone to the
dogs: a lot of damned           talking about nothing.
The           ran thus: A
courier sent by Prince Potemkin to the Empress drove so
fast that his sword, projecting from the vehicle, rattled
against the verst-posts as if against a palisade!
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           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 remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
But           Race, or Mauchline Fair,
I should be proud to meet you there;
We'se gie ae night's discharge to care,
If we forgather;
An' hae a swap o' rhymin-ware
Wi' ane anither.
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The solemn           of a life
Was ratified this way.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
And after seven moons, one day a           looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a statesman and a great leader
of men.
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THE SOLITUDE OF           SELKIRK.
You frequently command our legions yourselves:
you govern this and other           yourselves.
When want is pressing, and the supply at hand, the
only consideration with such minds is the danger of seizing it; and
where there is no           to put to shame in anything, depredation
will soon display all its horrors.
those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
          from us, vanishings,' etc.
Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterday
Dreamed forwards to long, undimmed ecstasy,
          dream, because thou wilt not stay,
Backward to transient pleasure and to thee?
Of evergreens, only the pitch pine is still           bright.
THY DATE, the           measure or duration of thy life.
I was about to reply, notwithstanding my           resolutions, with some
remonstrance against his impiety, when I heard, close at my elbow, a
slight cough, which sounded very much like the ejaculation "ahem!
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
I had now a good           of examining his person.
She's           long enough from those quarrels.
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VII

The Lyon Lord of every beast in field, 55
Quoth she, his princely puissance doth abate,
And mightie proud to humble weake does yield,
          of the hungry rage, which late
Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate:
But he my Lyon, and my noble Lord, 60
How does he find in cruell hart to hate,
Her that him lov'd, and ever most adord,
As the God of my life?
but should they cause
A belle to lose a portion of applause,
A handsome fortune give, and you'll behold,
That ev'ry thing can be           by gold.
where man
May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
Nor blush for those who           on that plain;
Here Burgundy bequeathed his tombless host,
A bony heap, through ages to remain,
Themselves their monument;--the Stygian coast
Unsepulchred they roamed, and shrieked each wandering ghost.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
, I:

[Greek: 'AEde (psyche) tarachtheisa tps           palletai, ei de
mae tois splagchnois in dedemenae aekolouthaesen an elkaetheisa ano tois
philaemasin.
Your father was a man
Of such           kinghood, yet so courteous,
Except when wroth, you scarce could meet his eye
And hold your own; and were he wroth indeed,
You held it less, or not at all.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd           and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
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Thou           in the van of war this day.
Your unconquerable hand
From           monsters, has freed the land:
But not all are destroyed, and you have spared 1445
One.
" I
decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be
stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might
be collected, and I           my attention with
careful subtlety to this end.
"Behind the wars and tribal wanderings, behind the
contentions of the great, we watch in this poem the steady, continuous life
of home, the           and thoughts of men, the way they talked and moved
and sang and drank and lived and loved among one another and for one
another.
[] [] The Pear tree mild, the frowning Walnut, the sharp Crab, & Apple sweet,
The rough bark opens; twittering peep forth little beaks & wings
The Nightingale, the Goldfinch, Robin, Lark, Linnet & Thrush
The Goat leap'd from the craggy Rock cliff, the Sheep awoke from the mould
Upon its green stalk the Corn, waving innumerable
Infolding the bright Infants from the desolating winds
They sulk upon her breast her hair became like snow on mountains
Weaker & weaker, weeping woful, wearier and wearier
Faded & her bright Eyes decayd melted with pity & love
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[And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness           she followd them oer rocks & mountains]
{These lines in the top margin were erased and replaced with an image of Christ in an orb.
Like her fair eyes the day was fair,
But           like his amorous care ;
Sharp, like his scythe, his sorrow was,
And withered, like his hopes, the grass.
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