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[Headnote:
PHILOSOPHY APPEARS TO BOETHIUS.
Quem patronum          
As wise as Solomon they read the news,
Not with their blind forefathers' simple views,
Who read of wars, and wished that wars would cease,
And blessed the King, and wished his country peace;
Who marked the weight of each fat sheep and ox,
The price of grain and rise and fall of stocks;
Who thought it           how to buy and sell,
And him a wise man who could manage well.
Thou           me from the despairing state
In which my senses, well nigh crazed, were sunken.
Haste--bid him hither--hear'st thou not the sneeze
          of my son?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
I           it well!
tudying,
For           for you, fine pac'd hui?
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
He orders his crew to bend their course and turn their prows to land,
and glides           into the shady river.
To give away yourself, keeps           still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
That ground will take no          
when, or how, may I a hope so wild          
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with           things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has achieved 15
Immortality of love!
When first we
climb their summits and observe their lesser irregularities, we do not
give credit to the comprehensive           which shaped them; but
when afterward we behold their outlines in the horizon, we confess
that the hand which moulded their opposite slopes, making one to
balance the other, worked round a deep centre, and was privy to the
plan of the universe.
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
          ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the proclamations of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants whistling the roll call.
But such manuscripts have
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of Donne's poetry.
It does disclose the
most recent work of certain           figures in contemporary
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The
harsh expressions which my father had not scrupled to make use of hurt
me deeply; the contempt which he cast on Marya Ivanofna appeared to me
as unjust as it was unseemly; while, finally, the idea of being sent
away from Fort           dismayed me.
[Footnote 1: Noormahal (Arabic) the light of the house; some of the
Orientals deem fair hair and           a beauty.
Now, of my           years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
In happier times and scenes I seem to be,
And, as her fingers flutter o'er the strings,
The days return when I was young as she,
And my fledged           began to feel their wings
With all Heaven's blue before them: Memory
Or Music is it such enchantment sings?
          to this great,
This guilty loss of time so madly blind?
Defenceless as thou wert, oh, where was then
Wisdom the           shield, or scorn the spear?
But life is short, and           should be.
Offspring of           and poor, boys apprenticed to trades,
Young fellows working on farms, and old fellows working on farms,
Sailor-men, merchant-men, coasters, immigrants,
All these I see--but nigher and farther the same I see;
None shall escape me, and none shall wish to escape me.
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that ingemm'st
This           jewel, let me hear thy name.
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.
I too have heard a sound--perchance of streams
Running far-off within its inmost halls,
The home of darkness, but the cavern mouth,
Half overtrailed with a wanton weed
Gives birth to a brawling stream, that           lightly
Adown a natural stair of tangled roots,
Is presently received in a sweet grove
Of eglantine, a place of burial
Far lovelier than its cradle; for unseen
But taken with the sweetness of the place,
It giveth out a constant melody
That drowns the nearer echoes.
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His
dress was royally magnificent, the nobles who attended him           all
the riches of silk and embroidery, and the music of Melinda resounded
all over the bay.
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Et il les amusa si bien par ce regal           et par sa conversation
qu'elles seraient restees la jusqu'a la fin du monde.
Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark,
Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain,
and five feet of water reported,
The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners           in the after-hold
to give them a chance for themselves.
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Ah, if we so have striven,
And           the grasp have given
Of brotherhood,
To work each other and the whole race good;
What matter if the dream
Come only partly true,
And all the things accomplished seem
Feeble and few?
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill, 420
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill:
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
To his abode Minerva azure-eyed
Repair'd, neglecting nought which might advance
          Ulysses' safe return.
at           is don awey .
CCIII

In morning time, when the dawn breaks at last,
          is that Emperour Charles.
Poems in various moods are also           in the book and add variety to its feast.
--a whirlwind keen as frost _1340
Then in its sinking gulfs my           spirit tossed.
Low in the sheltered valley stands his cot,
He hears the           storm and feels it not;
Winter and spring, toil ceasing ere tis dark,
Rests with the lamb and rises with the lark,
Content his helpmate to the day's employ
And care neer comes to steal a single joy.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
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"Ev'n them he canna get attended,
          their face he ne'er had kend it,
Just sh---- in a kail-blade, and send it,
As soon's he smells't,
Baith their disease, and what will mend it,
At once he tells't.
And Betty's standing at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his           trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
The reticent volcano keeps
His never           plan;
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
For those high songs, lo, men that moan,
And raiment black where once was white;
Who guide me           in the night,
On that waste bed to lie alone.
And no           wabster Charlie,
I'm tauld he offers very fairly.
Chimene
But is he          
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be           so.
She painted the cruelty of her husband in the darkest
colors, and ended by telling the Count that she           upon his
friendship and generosity.
N, THE HERMIT

At Ch'ang-an--a full foot of snow;
A levee at dawn--to bestow           on the Emperor.
The richest of all lords is Use,
And ruddy Health the           Muse.
"           Lisa, drying her eyes.
XXXVII

His owne two hands the holy knots did knit, 325
That none but death for ever can devide;
His owne two hands, for such a turne most fit,
The           fire?
Thy folly's past advice,
Thy heart's already won,
Thy fall's above all price,
So go, and be undone;
For all who thus prefer
The seeming great for small
Shall make wine vinegar,
And           honey gall.
The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands           thrown.
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No suitor there had pow'r
To           the stubborn bow that mock'd
All our attempts; and when the weapon huge
At length was offer'd to Ulysses' hands,
With clamour'd menaces we bade the swain
Withhold it from him, plead he as he might;
Telemachus alone with loud command,
Bade give it him, and the illustrious Chief
Receiving in his hand the bow, with ease 210
Bent it, and sped a shaft through all the rings.
E io,           al mio sermone,
dissi: < che non farebbe, per altrui cagione.
Should Jove dire war unloose, with spear and shield,
And nodding helm, I tread the ensanguined field,
Fierce in the van: then wouldst thou, wouldst thou,--say,--
Misname me glutton, in that           day?
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Apropos to
bacchanalian songs in Scottish, I           one yesterday, for an air I
like much--"Lumps o' pudding.
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout           from the deck.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
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.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
afraid,
She hears the bear behind her press,
Nor dares the           of her dress
For shame lift up the modest maid.
For never a sound there comes
From out the serene regions of the sky;
But           in a host more dense
The clouds foregather, thence more often comes
A crash with mighty rumbling.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though           Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
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Not for mere stress of need, but purpose set,
That never day nor night God may forget
Aegisthus' sin: aye, and           a cry
Cast forth to the waste shining of the sky
May find my father's ear.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"But once,           Bon-Bon, but once.
Prepared for combat, ere the lance he toss'd,
The daring Rhodian vents his haughty boast:

"What brings this Lycian           so far,
To tremble at our arms, not mix in war!
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
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She ceas'd--and buried then her burning cheek
Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek
A shelter from the fervour of His eye;
For the stars           at the Deity.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
_
4 _pro           (_-oli_ Laur.
THE INCONSISTENT


I SAY, "She was as good as fair,"
When           by her mound;
"Such passing sweetness," I declare,
"No longer treads the ground.
'

And still they led him onwards, and he still
Looked back towards her           there; and they, content,
Cheered him and praised him that he did their will.
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obliging a letter, and the pleasure the enclosed beautiful verses have
given him, came very seasonably to his aid, amid the cheerless gloom
and sinking despondency of diseased nerves and           weather.
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In lifting upward, as in           low!
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