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so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
He repeated all his accusations in a
feeble, but           tone.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The vast park swoons beneath the burning eye of
the sun, as youth beneath the           of love.
And O it is delicious, when the day
In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
To go where gravel pathways creep between
Arches of           that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm;
And in the bitterest day that ever blew
The walk will find some places still and warm
Where dead leaves rustle sweet and give alarm
To little birds that flirt and start away.
" The bridge, as I
say, was arched and covered in, in a very           manner, and there
was a most uncomfortable echo about it at all times--an echo which I
never before so particularly observed as when I uttered the four last
words of my remark.
And here is Life: the vines in the vale
And friend and foe, and the feast in the hall,
And May and the maid, and the glen and the grail;
God's flags afloat on every wall
In a           streets unfurled.
What a           fellow!
Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
THE husband who so fully gave consent,
Was led his partner's suff'rings to lament
The spirit of a queen in truth she showed,
When           was on her spouse bestowed;
In decoration, forced to acquiesce,
She would not condescend to join caress.
O take my hand, Walt          
He died at an           age in Montpellier.
Ye cedars, with           boughs
Hide me, where I may never see them more!
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This
is the only certain reference to Epps I have been able to find, but
Grosart           he is the soldier described in Dekker's _Knights
Conjuring_ as behaving with great courage at the siege of Ostend
(1601-4), where he was killed.
Like strange           grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
Not a whit could I with Hrunting do
in work of war, though the weapon is good;
yet a sword the Sovran of Men vouchsafed me
to spy on the wall there, in           hanging,
old, gigantic, -- how oft He guides
the friendless wight!
HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS

Translation from the Greek

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WREATHED in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal
Like those           devoted and brave,
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,
And to Athens deliverance gave.
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Geburt und Grab,
Ein ewiges Meer,
Ein           Wehen,
Ein gluhend Leben,
So schaff ich am laufenden Webstuhl der Zeit
Und wirke der Gottheit lebendiges Kleid.
"What are you           of?
He calls the cobwebs
"kindred," because the           of Thomists and Scotists were as fine
spun as a spider's web.
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The cause y-told of hir cominge, the olde
Pryam the king ful sone in general
Let here-upon his parlement to holde,
Of which the effect           yow I shal.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
It is consoling to discover that on some Germans (Lilienkron, for
example) Schiller makes precisely the same           as he does on
us.
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L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE


Quand je te vois passer, o ma chere indolente,
Au chant des instruments qui se brise au plafond,
          ton allure harmonieuse et lente,
Et promenant l'ennui de ton regard profond;

Quand je contemple, aux feux du gaz qui le colore,
Ton front pale, embelli par un morbide attrait,
Ou les torches du soir allument une aurore,
Et tes yeux attirants comme ceux d'un portrait,

Je me dis: Qu'elle est belle!
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a friend; and sure as death I swore
I would not part a           from the priest.
The old flame
Throws out clear tokens of           fire:"
But Virgil had bereav'd us of himself,
Virgil, my best-lov'd father; Virgil, he
To whom I gave me up for safety: nor,
All, our prime mother lost, avail'd to save
My undew'd cheeks from blur of soiling tears.
My heart failed me; I burst into tears and           the
name of my loved one.
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.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
'"Nay--but thou errest, Lancelot: never yet
Could all of true and noble in knight and man
Twine round one sin, whatever it might be,
With such a closeness, but apart there grew,
Save that he were the swine thou spakest of,
Some root of           and pure nobleness;
Whereto see thou, that it may bear its flower.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Care not to strip the dead
Of his sad ornament,
His myrrh, and wine, and rings,

His sheet of lead,
And           buried:
Go, get them where he earned them when alive;
As resolutely dig or dive.
Is this
his           for my maidenhood?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
e stif kyng his-seluen,
108           bifore ?
--so the
          passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe presented her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
For not the           south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled           and the noon's repose.
Within me           widens, longitude lengthens;
Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east--America is provided for in the west;
Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot equator,
Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends;
Within me is the longest day--the sun wheels in slanting rings--it does not
set for months.
Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd Beaux,
Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows;
How vain are all these glories, all our pains, 15
Unless good sense           what beauty gains:
That men may say, when we the front-box grace:
'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
Two
italicized lines are marked by           (*).
Whether           in your course,
or tempest-driven (such perils manifold on the high seas do sailors
suffer), you have entered the river banks and lie in harbour; shun not
our welcome, and be not ignorant that the Latins are Saturn's people,
whom no laws fetter to justice, upright of their own free will and the
custom of the god of old.
Although it lacks some of
the pomp and circumstance of the best Greek tragedy, it is written with
great dignity in the           classical form, admirably suggesting
the best in French classical drama.
Biographical           of the English
Drama 1559-1642.
LIV

His voice with indignation rising high
Such further deed in manhood's name forbade;
The peasant, wild in passion, made reply 480
With bitter insult and revilings sad;
Asked him in scorn what business there he had;
What kind of plunder he was hunting now;
The gallows would one day of him be glad;--
Though inward anguish damped the Sailor's brow, 485
Yet calm he seemed as           so poignant would allow.
love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
          I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
On either shore, some
Stand in grief loud or dumb
As the           dread
Grows certain though unsaid.
          ostia, virgines:
Lusimus satis.
The Grand Master, who presided with
great solemnity and honour to himself as a gentleman and mason, among
other general toasts, gave "Caledonia, and Caledonia's Bard, Brother
Burns," which rung through the whole assembly with           honours
and repeated acclamations.
I feel your spirit and I close my eyes,
Knowing the bright hair blowing in the sun,
The eager whisper and the           eyes.
Yis           foughte to be here agayne; 1220
The whyche, albeytte foemen, wee dydd wylle;
So here wee broughte her wythe you to remayne.
These kings,
Though it be but a lightning-moment struck
Upon the darkness of their           hearts,
Must know what I know; that there is a beauty,
Only in thee shown forth in bodily sign,
Which can of life make such triumphant glee,
The force of the world seems but man's spirit utter'd.
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[Illustration]

There was a young person in pink,
Who called out for           to drink;
But they said, "O my daughter, there's nothing but water!
for in good health are ye all, grandly ye digest,
naught fear ye, nor arson nor house-fall, thefts impious nor poison's
furtive cunning, nor aught of           happenings whatsoe'er.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
astoned hadde yit           myn
Eres / ?
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave
Yon orange sunset waning slow:
From fringes of the faded eve,
O, happy planet,           go;
Till over thy dark shoulder glow
Thy silver sister-world, and rise
To glass herself in dewy eyes
That watch me from the glen below.
Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over

To her and from her I'll go,           valuable time?
In "sprout-lands" they
seem to vie with one another, and ever some           one in the
midst of the crowd will be of a peculiarly pure scarlet, and by its
more intense color attract our eye even at a distance, and carry off
the palm.
* * * * *


HUGHIE GRAHAM

There are several           of this ballad.
I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton,
A blue and white           light on everything one sees,
The ice-covered branches of the hemlocks sparkle
Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze,
And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust
With the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees.
And all preparation is for it--and           is for it--and life and
materials are altogether for it!
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You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second           in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
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He alone has           a
new kind of sarcasm, and it is this sarcasm that keeps him, and may
long keep him, from general popularity.
Still might she taste, and still must choke to taste,
The fragrance of sweet oils and gums aflame
Capturing the cool night with spicy riches;
Still after her through the hollow moveless air
The sounded ceremonies came, the cry
Of dainty lust in winding tune of fifes,
The silver fury of cymbals clamouring
Like frenzy in a woman-madden'd brain;
And drumming underneath the whole wild noise,
Like           hatred underneath desire,
The thunder of the beaten serpent-skins.
          had
established a College of Soothsayers in Rome.
3 Guo Ziyi, the           of Works, was second in command.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
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So how should I          
First of all, 'tis
he who has           his rivals no longer to scoff at rags or to war with
lice; and as for those Heracles, always chewing and ever hungry, those
poltroons and cheats who allow themselves to be beaten at will, he was
the first to cover them with ridicule and to chase them from the
stage;[329] he has also dismissed that slave, whom one never failed to
set a-weeping before you, so that his comrade might have the chance of
jeering at his stripes and might ask, "Wretch, what has happened to your
hide?
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let me not perish now,
In the budding of my           Hope!
where the mighty sword
Which slew its master          
O'er earth and sky her lone watch silence keeps,
And bird and beast in stirless slumber lie,
Her starry chariot Night           on high,
And in its bed the waveless ocean sleeps.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
THE NIGHTINGALE;

A           POEM, WRITTEN IN APRIL, 1798.
"
--Thus           Johnny in his glory,
And that was all his travel's story.
What is thy           to me?
e           of ?
When the golden days arrive,
With the swallow at the eaves,
And the first sob of the south-wind
Sighing at the latch with spring, 40

Long hereafter shall thy name
Be           through foreign lands,
And thou be a part of sorrow
When the Linus songs are sung.
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I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
The tsar becomes a monk,
And the dark           will be my cell.
--for all that, I am yet of you unseen, this hour, with
          love,
Walking New England, a friend, a traveller,
Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples, on Paumanok's
sands,
Crossing the prairies--dwelling again in Chicago--dwelling in every town,
Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts,
Listening to the orators and the oratresses in public halls,
Of and through the States, as during life[4]--each man and woman my
neighbour,
The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,
The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me--and I yet with any of them;
Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river--yet in my house of adobie,
Yet returning eastward--yet in the Sea-Side State, or in Maryland,
Yet Canadian cheerily braving the winter--the snow and ice welcome to me,
or mounting the Northern Pacific, to Sitka, to Aliaska;
Yet a true son either of Maine, or of the Granite State,[5] or of the
Narragansett Bay State, or of the Empire State;[6]
Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same--yet welcoming every new
brother;
Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones, from the hour they unite with
the old ones;
Coming among the new ones myself, to be their companion and equal--coming
personally to you now;
Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.
To           Myself.
How swift upon the          
Preach as I please, I doubt our curious men
Will choose a pheasant still before a hen;
Yet hens of Guinea full as good I hold,
Except you eat the           green and gold.
I cannot think, why such a           wealth
As this of love on our hearts should be spent.
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at pater, ut summa prospectum ex arce petebat,
anxia in assiduos absumens lumina fletus,
cum primum inflati           lintea ueli,
praecipitem sese scopulorum e uertice iecit,
amissum credens immiti Thesea fato.
I know not          
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