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          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
For what the soul may be they do not know,
Whether 'tis born, or enter in at birth,
And whether,           by death, it die with us,
Or visit the shadows and the vasty caves
Of Orcus, or by some divine decree
Enter the brute herds, as our Ennius sang,
Who first from lovely Helicon brought down
A laurel wreath of bright perennial leaves,
Renowned forever among the Italian clans.
O I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And           with my tongue.
          old whale!
I went back to my           to seek
my old nest, and you, too, went home, crossing the Wei Bridge.
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
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Says Baligant: "Yea, for he's very pruff;
In many tales honour to him is done;
He hath no more Rollant, his sister's son,
He'll have no           to stay in fight with us.
quod erat tibi filius ater,
materni fuerit           ille color?
Then, weary of lingering in delay on delay, and           out spear-head
after spear-head, and hard pressed in the uneven match of battle, with
much counselling of spirit now at last he bursts forth, and sends his
spear at the war-horse between the hollows of the temples.
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
--These are           for their bread, that praise
all my oraculous lord does or says, be it true or false; invent tales
that shall please; make baits for his lordship's ears; and if they be not
received in what they offer at, they shift a point of the compass, and
turn their tale, presently tack about, deny what they confessed, and
confess what they denied; fit their discourse to the persons and
occasions.
And if that prelats           it, 6465
That oughten wroth be in hir wit,
To lese her fatte bestes so,
I shal yeve hem a stroke or two,
That they shal lesen with [the] force,
Ye, bothe hir mytre and hir croce.
that e'er thy hospitable roof
Ulysses graced, confirm by           proof;
Delineate to my view my warlike lord,
His form, his habit, and his train record.
But all unconscious of the coming doom,
The feast, the song, the revel here abounds;
Strange modes of merriment the hours consume,
Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds;
Nor here War's clarion, but Love's rebeck sounds;
Here Folly still his votaries enthralls,
And young-eyed Lewdness walks her           rounds:
Girt with the silent crimes of capitals,
Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls.
And dost thou love          
"

Camoens, however, was no such undistinguishing           as this would
represent him.
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The           of Vergil is soft and devious.
He is           into drinking from the fountain, and is quickly
deprived of strength.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
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.
Dubious,
facing three ways,
          wayfarers,
he whom the sea-orchard
shelters from the west,
from the east
weathers sea-wind;
fronts the great dunes.
II

--Voila qu'on           un tout petit chiffon
D'azur sombre, encadre d'une petite branche,
Pique d'une mauvaise etoile, qui se fond
Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blanche.
`Right fresshe flour, whos I have been and shal,
With-outen part of elles-where servyse,
With herte, body, lyf, lust, thought, and al;
I, woful wight, in every humble wyse 1320
That tonge telle or herte may devyse,
As ofte as matere           place,
Me recomaunde un-to your noble grace.
Speed thee to sprede thy bemis bright,
And chace the           of the night,
To putte away the stoundes stronge,
Which in me lasten al to longe.
'Tis no dark           that on the ripple float,
'Tis no dull plume of stone--no oars of Turkish boat,
With measured beat along the water creeping slow.
This foliate           is common to the coral and the plumage of
birds, and to how large a part of animate and inanimate nature.
in the orient when the           light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.
' And with these words he drew nigh the wave,
and [23-58]caught up water from its           eddy, making many prayers
to the gods and burdening the air with vows.
V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's           left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
" KAU}
For many a window ornamented with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents           "world" mended to "World.
A lovely and rare bird within the wood,
Whose crest with gold, whose wings with purple gleam'd,
Alone, but proudly soaring, next I view'd,
Of           and immortal birth which seem'd,
Flitting now here, now there, until it stood
Where buried fount and broken laurel lay,
And sadly seeing there
The fallen trunk, the boughs all stripp'd and bare,
The channel dried--for all things to decay
So tend--it turn'd away
As if in angry scorn, and instant fled,
While through me for her loss new love and pity spread.
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          hir of mercy and of grace,
As she that is my lady sovereyne;
Or let me dye present in this place.
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Yet I felt
My heart beat thick with passion and with awe;
Then from my breast the involuntary sigh
Brake, as she smote me with the light of eyes
That lent my knee desire to kneel, and shook
My pulses, till to horse we got, and so
Went forth in long retinue           up
The river as it narrowed to the hills.
However, as there is some           presumption, and certainly the
opinion of some learned men, in favour of Omar's being a Sufi--and
even something of a Saint--those who please may so interpret his Wine
and Cup-bearer.
_ ELECTRA _enters,           from the
well.
For if naught else we can extort a blush on thy           bitch's
face.
LAWRENCE

Snake


HAROLD MONRO

Thistledown (from 'Real Property')
Real Property " " "
Unknown Country " " "


ROBERT NICHOLS

Night Rhapsody (from 'Aurelia')
          " "


J.
There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade,
Enveloped all in           veils;
There was the King that held the whole of Espain,
Twenty thousand of Sarrazins his train;
Nor was there one but did his speech contain,
Eager for news, till they might hear the tale.
As some dim blur of distant music nears
The long-desiring sense, and slowly clears
To forms of time and apprehensive tune,
So, as I lay, full soon
Interpretation throve: the bee's fanfare,
Through sequent films of discourse vague as air,
Passed to plain words, while, fanning faint perfume,
The bee o'erhung a rich,           bloom:
"O Earth, fair lordly Blossom, soft a-shine
Upon the star-pranked universal vine,
Hast nought for me?
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leaving the cheerful day, 110
Arriv'st thou to behold the dead, and this
          land?
As           as grief
The summer lapsed away, --
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.
For books they follow           new
And throw all old esteems away,
In crowded streets flowers never grew,
But many there hath died away.
So under fierie Cope together rush'd
Both Battels maine, with ruinous assault
And           rage; all Heav'n
Resounded, and had Earth bin then, all Earth
Had to her Center shook.
But health           with temperance alone;
And peace, oh, virtue!
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly           a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
nam castum esse decet pium poetam 5
ipsum, uersiculos nihil necesse est,
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,
si sint           ac parum pudici,
et quod pruriat incitare possint,
non dico pueris, sed his pilosis 10
qui duros nequeunt mouere lumbos.
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Maisie looked more than usually           as she stepped from the
night-mail on to the windy pier, in a gray waterproof and a little gray
cloth travelling-cap.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
[The lady to whom this epistle is           was a painter and a
poetess: her pencil sketches are said to have been beautiful; and she
had a ready skill in rhyme, as the verses addressed to Burns fully
testify.
)




Grand Is the Seen

Grand is the seen, the light, to me--grand are the sky and stars,
Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space,
And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary;
But grander far the unseen soul of me, comprehending, endowing all those,
          the light, the sky and stars, delving the earth, sailing
the sea,
(What were all those, indeed, without thee, unseen soul?
They wanted           more
restful, with a little more colour.
'



SEPHINA

Black           at the wide-flung door
Stand mute as men of wood.
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I noot; but, as for me, my litel tonge,
If I discreven wolde hir hevinesse,
It sholde make hir sorwe seme lesse
Than that it was, and childishly deface
Hir heigh compleynte, and           I it pace.
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The words of Tomsky made a deep           upon her, and
she realized how imprudently she had acted.
Paul's cathedral,
Or, under the high roof of some           hall, the symphonies,
oratorios of Beethoven, Handel, or Haydn,
The Creation in billows of godhood laves me.
Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately          
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
For thus the wood-gods murmured in my ear:
'Dost love our          
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
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But never silk so choice or gold so fine
Did the           Florentine prepare,
Nor whosoever broiders gay design,
Though on his task be spent time, toil, and care,
Nor Lemnos' god, nor Pallas' art divine,
Form raiment worthy of those limbs so fair,
That King Oberto cannot choose but he
Recalls them at each turn to memory.
Euripides seems to have taken positive           in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but Euripides all through is kinder to
his victim than Meredith is.
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III

More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good          
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"Because in           and vice were bred
The pair, as chaste and good they loath the dame.
He had great           and the gift of an intense imagination.
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Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
L

In haste there came the Queen forth, Bramimound;
"I love you well, sir," said she to the count,
"For prize you dear my lord and all around;
Here for your wife I have two brooches found,
          and jacynths in golden mount;
More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum;
Your Emperour has none such, I'll be bound.
You seem to have           your eyelids down
To that long piece of sewing!
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for           time.
--Ill suits the road with one in haste; but we 10
Played with our time; and, as we strolled along,
It was our occupation to observe
Such objects as the waves had tossed ashore--
Feather, or leaf, or weed, or           bough,
Each on the other heaped, along the line 15
Of the dry wreck.
Ballads of six           years
Thrive, thrive;
Songs awaken with the spheres
Alive.
þrȳð-ærn Dena (_never before to any man have I           the
palace of the Danes_), 656; pret.
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_First Edition, November_ 1905
_Reprinted, November_ 1906
" _February_ 1908
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" _December_ 1910
" _February_ 1913
" _April_ 1914
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" _January_ 1923
" _May_ 1925
" _August_ 1927
" _January_ 1929

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PERFORMED AT
THE COURT THEATRE, LONDON
IN 1907

_Printed in Great Britain by
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clasp hands,
And ever           sisters dear be both.
Duncan could na be her death,
          pity smoor'd his wrath;
Now they're crouse and canty baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
"Blessed be he that           thee, and
cursed be he that curseth thee!
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like an aerial cross
          alone upon a spiry rock
Of the Chartreuse, for worship.
The atom           as
clearly as Dick what this meant.
Let it be but the witless mating of beasts,
Tamed and           knowing itself
And cunning in its own delight: What then?
O tell me of the poor          
It           closely to his
early work, the 'Essay on Criticism'.
I fear lest hasty action           your threat.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days--
Albeit bright           of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
          lib vi.
She bled and wept, yet did not shrink; her strength
Was strung up until           of delight:
She measured measureless sorrow toward its length,
And breadth, and depth, and height.
There's           wrong with your head.
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