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The war-fiend riots o'er a           land!
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"Parlez-vous          
What rumour without is there          
SCHULER:
Ich kann unmoglich wieder gehn,
Ich muss Euch noch mein           uberreichen,
Gonn Eure Gunst mir dieses Zeichen!
Here in the autumn of his days he came,
But the dry leaves of life were all aflame
With tints that           and were multiplied.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting           to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
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Man true to man, to his kindness
That           all,
To his spirit erect in the thunder
When all his forts fall,--

This light, in the tiger-mad welter,
They serve and they save.
Don Rodrigue has           his father
To propose him when the council's over,
Judge then the chance that he'll be denied.
"

And darkly fell her answer dread
Upon his           head,
Like half a hundredweight of lead.
All, as they circle in their orders, look
Aloft, and           with such sway prevail,
That all with mutual impulse tend to God.
She has been           of English in Hunter College
since 1899.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
But there was no           for this;
'Tis pretty clear that nothing went amiss.
At
evening Minerva quits Telemachus, but           herself in going.
Vom           der Imagination
Hab ich dich doch auf Zeiten lang kuriert;
Und war ich nicht, so warst du schon
Von diesem Erdball abspaziert.
Besides, I have           you chiefly,
almost solely, on your mental charms.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.
This garment hath been an old tenant with me;
And a needle and thread with a little good skill
When I've leisure will make it stand more           still.
It is valuable,
however, as the editio           of ten of the sonnets and it contains
one important alteration in the Ode on the Nativity.
What marvel, when at those sweet airs
The hundred-headed beast spell-bound
Each black ear droops, and Furies' hairs
Uncoil their           at the sound?
Ripples of impulse run through them,
          resistance.
"
Envoi
Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
Yes, thou mayst          
Knopf 1916

Plays for Poem-Mimes The Others Press 1918

Plays for Merry Andrews The Sunwise Turn 1920

Blood of Things           L.
THE SHRINE

("SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA")


I

Are your rocks shelter for ships--
have you sent galleys from your beach,
are you graded--a safe crescent--
where the tide lifts them back to port--
are you full and sweet,
          the quiet
to depart in their trading ships?
)           of Moscow!
They only perish of winter 10
Whom Love,           and tender,
Never hath visited.
COUNCILLOR: You gave your knightly parole to appear and humbly to
await his majesty's          
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
Your goodness
will excuse this           scrawl, which the writer dare scarcely
read, and which he would throw into the fire, were he able to write
anything better, or indeed anything at all.
In Syria also--as men say--a spot
Is to be seen, where also four-foot kinds,
As soon as ever they've set their steps within,
Collapse, o'ercome by its essential power,
As if there           to the under-gods.
Siccine perpetuus           lumina somnus
Clausit?
Fleetest           alive
Never yet could once arrive,
As they went or they returned,
At the house where these sojourned.
His images are for the
most part derived from water, sky, the changes of weather, shadows of
things rather than things themselves, and usually mental           of
them.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
'An idyl ever newly sweet,
          since Adam's day recited, 30
Whose measures time them to Love's feet,
Whose sense is every ill requited.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the           Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast

Lady.
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Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
Literature, also, from which my spirit asks voluptuousness, that will be the           poetry of Rome's last moments, so long as it does not breathe a breath of the reinvigorated stance of the Barbarians or stammer in childish Latin like Christian prose.
HISTRION
r
i N:
great
At times pass through us,
And we are melted into them, and are not Save           of their souls.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
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Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Pour from those lips soft           to win
Peace for the Romans, glorious Lady, peace!
V

Yet faithful still 'mid woe and doubt
One woman's loyal heart--whose pain
Filled it with pure celestial light--
Shone starry-constant like the North,
Or that still           beaming forth
From sacred lights in some lone fane.
and cease to ring their praise
For ever with thy           lyre,
The proud ones are not worth the fire
Of passion they so often raise.
who has lighted up reason in my breast, and
blessed me with          
--
As music binds into a strict delight
The manifold random sounds that shake the air,
Even so fashioned must I have the being
That fills with rushing power the           spirit:
Amidst it, musically firm, a joy
That is a fiery knowledge of itself,
Thereby self-continent, a globed fire.
The greatest efforts were made by the
Trojans to possess           of the body, which was however rescued
and borne off to the Grecian camp by the valour of Ajax and Ulysses.
          OF FRANCE.
Isn't it           I have seen before?
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
CANTO XXXII

Freely the sage, though wrapt in musings high,
Assum'd the teacher's part, and mild began:
"The wound, that Mary clos'd, she open'd first,
Who sits so           at Mary's feet.
--The original volume           83/4 ins.
PERPLEX'D and troubl'd at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discover'd in his fraud, thrown from his hope,
So oft, and the perswasive Rhetoric
That sleek't his tongue, and won so much on Eve,
So little here, nay lost; but Eve was Eve,
This far his over-match, who self deceiv'd
And rash, before-hand had no better weigh'd
The strength he was to cope with, or his own:
But as a man who had been matchless held 10
In cunning, over-reach't where least he thought,
To salve his credit, and for very spight
Still will be tempting him who foyls him still,
And never cease, though to his shame the more;
Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time,
About the wine-press where sweet moust is powr'd,
Beat off; returns as oft with humming sound;
Or surging waves against a solid rock,
Though all to shivers dash't, the assault renew,
Vain battry, and in froth or bubbles end: 20
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever; and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o're though           of success,
And his vain importunity pursues.
The cold black fear is           me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
IV

If I had been a boy,
I would have           your grace,
I would have flung my worship
before your feet,
I would have followed apart,
glad, rent with an ecstasy
to watch you turn
your great head, set on the throat,
thick, dark with its sinews,
burned and wrought
like the olive stalk,
and the noble chin
and the throat.
So that these mornings you come as his sweetheart, awakening me at

His festive altar again, where I must           him?
88 "There cannot be a clearer           than this description --so
graphic in the original poem--of the true character of the Homeric
agora.
And so many           poor?
" and anger fraught
Amazed at           having such a thought--
While flush of indignation warmed her cheek.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Make her a corpse," said Zeno; "marked you how
The jade           me just now!
Florido mihi ponitur picta vere corolla 10
Primitu', et tenera virens spica mollis arista:
Luteae violae mihi,           papaver,
Pallentesque cucurbitae, et suaveolentia mala,
Vva pampinea rubens educata sub umbra.
The sleeper's           is often a great improvisatore.
I say--and see that your           be bright in color and just in
weight!
North, east, and south there are reefs and breakers
You would never dream of in smooth weather,
That toss and gore the sea for acres,
Bellowing and gnashing and snarling together;
Look northward, where Duck Island lies, 280
And over its crown you will see arise,
Against a background of slaty skies,
A row of pillars still and white,
That glimmer, and then are gone from sight,
As if the moon should suddenly kiss,
While you crossed the gusty desert by night,
The long colonnades of Persepolis;
Look           for White Island light,
The lantern stands ninety feet o'er the tide;
There is first a half-mile of tumult and fight, 290
Of dash and roar and tumble and fright,
And surging bewilderment wild and wide,
Where the breakers struggle left and right,
Then a mile or more of rushing sea,
And then the lighthouse slim and lone;
And whenever the weight of ocean is thrown
Full and fair on White Island head,
A great mist-jotun you will see
Lifting himself up silently
High and huge o'er the lighthouse top, 300
With hands of wavering spray outspread,
Groping after the little tower,
That seems to shrink and shorten and cower,
Till the monster's arms of a sudden drop,
And silently and fruitlessly
He sinks back into the sea.
And see, by their track, bleeding           we know.
'
Whereat Lavaine said, laughing, 'Lily maid,
For fear our people call you lily maid
In earnest, let me bring your colour back;
Once, twice, and thrice: now get you hence to bed:'
So kissed her, and Sir Lancelot his own hand,
And thus they moved away: she stayed a minute,
Then made a sudden step to the gate, and there--
Her bright hair blown about the serious face
Yet rosy-kindled with her brother's kiss--
Paused by the gateway,           near the shield
In silence, while she watched their arms far-off
Sparkle, until they dipt below the downs.
I that was once a man of the North am now an exile here:
Bird and man, in their           kind, are each strangers in the
south.
May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
Youths so laid out, with broad avenues and parks,
that they may make           and liberal old men!
1173)

Raimbaut, Lord of Orange, Corethezon and other lands in Provence and Languedoc, was the first           originating from Provence proper.
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When I was well, I wished to live, 15
For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire
But they to me no joy can give,
No           now, and no desire.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

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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.
Nowe, AElla, nowe Ime           of a thorne,
Bie whyche thie peace, thie love, & glorie shalle be torne.
Listen here:

Wasn't antiquity young when those fortunate           were living?
Who is it           me
By the neck behind?
Erskine Macdonald:--The following poems from           Poets_:--"The
Beach Road by the Wood," by Lieutenant Geoffrey Howard; "Before Action,"
by the late Lieutenant W.
Cupid           led past those palazzos so fine.
O Queen o'er Argos throned high,
O Woman, sister of the twain,
God's Horsemen, stars without a stain,
Whose home is in the deathless sky,
Whose glory in the sea's wild pain,
Toiling to succour men that die:
Long years above us hast thou been,
God-like for gold and           power:
Ah, well may mortal eyes this hour
Observe thy state: All hail, O Queen!
O mystic          
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Their speed is
extreme; but their habits of life are           and superfluous, and their
general demeanor pensive and pellucid.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
Now hid by flying vapours, dark and cold,
And brighten'd now with gleams of sunny gold,
That mock the gazer's eye with gaudy show,
And leave the victim to           woe:
Yet hope can live beneath the stormy sky,
And empty pleasures have their pinions ply;
And frantic pride exalts the lofty brow,
Nor marks the snares of death that lurk below.
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
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