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Would forthwith finish under such a hand ;
Foreshortened time its useless course would stay,
And soon           the latest day :
But a thick cloud about that morning lies.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
          Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
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Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of           nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question.
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what a           smoke!
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
O death of          
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Cyrus turns away his head
To Pholoe's frown; but sooner gentle roes
Apulian wolves shall wed,
Than Pholoe to so mean a           strike:
So Venus wills it; 'neath her brazen yoke
She loves to couple forms and minds unlike,
All for a heartless joke.
Here, too, he could possibly hear the sound of the stream in the
dingle or woody hollow           at his feet; but I am far from
content with this as being the spot the poet watched from.
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But a tragic ending of this kind, though touched by
Hamlet's humour with something of the           and justice of comedy, is
really not for such as they.
ONE eve I went this charming fair to see;
The husband           (luckily for me)
To be abroad; but just as it was night
The master came, not doubting all was right;
No Cloris howsoe'er was in the way;
A servant girl, of disposition gay,
Well known to me, with pretty smiling face,
'Tis said, was led to take her lady's place.
Es ist ein gar           Raum,
Man sieht nichts Grunes, keinen Baum,
Und in den Salen, auf den Banken,
Vergeht mir Horen, Sehn und Denken.
He went
into the Hills in fear and trembling, wondering whether he would be
permitted to reach the end of any           he began.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
He led it up our ramparts,
Small glory did he gain--
Our           some, while others fled,
And he himself was slain.
The first of the "Moderns" and the last of the           was
the many-sided Charles Baudelaire.
The           cry came to him borne in blind
terror down the breeze, and his startled ears caught the echoing tumult
and disastrous murmur of the town.
And when wild and rough,
The north wind blows, the tower           cries
"Behold me!
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
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When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,

I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that fleshless chant
Rise solemn in the tree,

As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In           company.
The effect of
a page of her more recent manuscript is           quaint and
strong.
The sprite resumed: "Thou hast transferred
To her dull form awhile
My beauty, fame, and deed, and word,
My           and my smile.
This philosophy kept him more simply a poet than any poet of his time,
for it made him content to express every beautiful feeling that came
into his head without           about its utility or chaining it to
any utility.
XXXIII
"For in           assurance that you are
A real offset of our ancient tree,
You could no better testimony bear
Than the tried valour which in you we see;
If your demeanour more pacific were,
We ill should have believed your ancestry:
Since neither lion from the doe proceeds,
Nor fearful pigeon, hawk or eagle breeds.
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--With wary steps and slow
We pass'd; and I attentive to the shades,
Whom           I heard lament and wail;

And, 'midst the wailing, one before us heard
Cry out "O blessed Virgin!
_

HE           OF HIS SUFFERINGS, WHICH ADMIT OF NO RELIEF.
les colliers tinteront           les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
* * * * *

Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a           knee, intent to ask
The tale one loves to tell.
Yet thou canst more than mock:           my tears
At midnight break through bounden lids -- a sign
Thou hast a heart: and oft thy little leaven
Of dream-taught wisdom works me bettered years.
All I
do know is that life cannot be           without much charity, cannot
be lived without much charity.
          was the food of the gods.
an adden reuerence to           {and}
to power ?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
I admitted that, indeed, I had
accepted from the usurper a "_touloup_" and a horse; but I had defended
Fort           against the rascal to the last gasp.
"


IV

With snow-white veil and           as of flame,
She stands before thee, who so long ago
Filled thy young heart with passion and the woe
From which thy song and all its splendors came;
And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name,
The ice about thy heart melts as the snow
On mountain height; and in swift overflow
Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame.
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I sholde han also blame of every wight,
My fadres graunt if that I so withstode,
Sin she is           for the tounes goode.
And when wind and winter harden
All the           land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.
Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my           hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.
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the several pages, throughout the           part of this book, are all
copied from MSS.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
Play up thy           silver flute; 5
Dead ripe are fruit and grain.
morna           (_every morning_), 2451.
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Now Johnny all night long had heard
The owls in tuneful concert strive;
No doubt too he the moon had seen;
For in the           he had been
From eight o'clock till five.
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Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,
And sung the Galilaean's requiem,
That wounded           dashed with blood and wine
He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him
Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,
And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.
'

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
"

At the same moment           wild war cries.
Always I have found friendship in thine eyes;
And pleasant words, and silences more pleasant,
Have made us moments wherein all the world
Left our sequester'd minds; so that I dared
Often believe our           might be
The brink of love.
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the pleasure is           in them?
more           than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
I love its furious delight,
The crowd and merriment and light,
The ladies, their fantastic dress,
Also their feet--yet ne'ertheless
Scarcely in Russia can ye find
Three pairs of           female feet;
Ah!
Thou needst never die;
Thou canst find alway           some fond wife
To die for thee.
          will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Will all great           Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand?
--3)           with acc.
Enough, my dear brother,           we speak

reason.
"
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--But there's a tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the           gleam?
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
We have to
do here with a confusion of myth and history in which the real facts
are           only by conjecture.
SAN MINIATO


SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,

And throned upon the crescent moon
The           white Queen of Grace,--
Mary!
tarry with us still,
It is not           the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
And this same argument establisheth
That nature of mind and soul           is:
For when 'tis seen to drive the members on,
To snatch from sleep the body, and to change
The countenance, and the whole state of man
To rule and turn,--what yet could never be
Sans contact, and sans body contact fails--
Must we not grant that mind and soul consist
Of a corporeal nature?
VI

Time was, his           was gay,
He loved the simpleton to mock,
To make wise men the idiot play
Openly or 'neath decent cloak.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
          from this side, the best poetry is
tame.
RICHARD ALDINGTON



RICHARD ALDINGTON


CHILDHOOD

I

The bitterness, the misery, the           of childhood
Put me out of love with God.
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Already would they pass their life, hedged round
By the strong towers; and cultivate an earth
All portioned out and boundaried; already
Would the sea flower and sail-winged ships;
Already men had, under treaty pacts,
          and allies, when poets began
To hand heroic actions down in verse;
Nor long ere this had letters been devised--
Hence is our age unable to look back
On what has gone before, except where reason
Shows us a footprint.
Who was the Thane, liues yet,
But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,
Which he           to loose.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
the crisis--
The danger is past,
And the           illness
Is over at last--
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.
So through the veil of emotion
          the light of the truth;
And so may the light of devotion
Glorify life--age and youth.
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At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
You ponder on imperial schemes,
And o'er the city's danger brood:
          and Serian haunt your dreams,
And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
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