The king, if so, it by my courage.
Unto this land what dark
when thy yearnings swept thee yonder
battle to seek o'er the briny sea,
combat in Heorot?
-- Faint Odor from the day-flower's crushing born,
-- Dim, visible Sigh out of the mournful East
That cannot see her lord again till morn:
"And many leaves, broad-palmed towards the sky
To catch the sacred raining of star-light:
And pallid petals, fain, all fain to die,
Soul-stung by too keen passion of the night:
"And short-breath'd winds, under yon gracious moon
Doing mild errands for mild violets,
Or carrying sighs from the red lips of June
What aimless way the odor-current sets:
"And stars, ringed glittering in whorls and bells,
Or bent along the sky in looped star-sprays,
Or vine-wound, with bright grapes in panicles,
Or bramble-tangled in a sweetest maze,
"Or lying like young lilies in a lake
About the great white Lotus of the moon,
Or blown and drifted, as if winds should shake
Star blossoms down from silver stems too soon,
"Or budding thick about full open stars,
Or shyly up cloud-lattices,
Or trampled pale in the red path of Mars,
Or trim-set in quaint gardener's fantasies:
"And long June night-sounds crooned among the leaves,
And whispered confidence of dark and green,
And murmurs in old moss about old eaves,
And tinklings floating over water-sheen!
And thus he walketh to solace
Him and his folk; for swetter place
To pleyen in he may not finde,
he soughte oon in-til Inde.
Are domes where whilom kings did make repair;
But now the wild flowers round them only breathe:
Yet ruined still is lingering there.
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark that all, and nought throws up.
under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women.
The light was a little dim,
And I ventured to peep, and so
I saw her, and slim,
And she kissed him and kissed him, and oh
How I envied and envied him!
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If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
the farm lay high, the bottom was wet, and in a third season,
indifferent seed and a wet harvest robbed him at once of half his
crop: he seems to have regarded this as an intimation from above, that
nothing which he would prosper: and consoled himself with
joyous friends and with the society of the muse.
"As the Bellman would tell you," he added with pride,
"I have uttered that once.
young men were base and proud, and cruel.
One who proudly trod the floors and softly in the doors,
"May good angels bless our home.
"Strange too," she answered, "that upon this azure
Pale-gleaming ghostly stream, impalpable--
So faint, so fine that it bears up
The petals that the lantern strews upon it,--
These great black barges float like apparitions,
Loom in the silver of it, beat upon it,
Moving upon it as dragons move on air.
joyous of nature, unthwarted by law and unchecked by
self-control.
HARVARD^ 'university]
We need you now, strong of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of weakening faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
Put on with speed your dress,
And bring no book, for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
You rise the water unfolds
You sleep the water flowers
You are water ploughed from its depths
You are earth that takes root
And in which all is grounded
You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound
You sing hymns on the arcs of the rainbow
You are everywhere you abolish the roads
You sacrifice time
To the eternal youth of an exact flame
That veils Nature to reproduce her
Woman you show the world a body forever the same
Yours
You are its likeness.
Earth groans, and mourns her children thrust
To Orcus; Aetna's weight of lead
Keeps down the fire that breaks its crust;
Still sits the bird on Tityos' breast,
The warder of unlawful love;
Still suffers lewd Pirithous, prest
By massive chains no hand may move.
"Off, mother!
own towels.
LXXXVI
Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the truth.
acquainted: the lady about whose frailties the rumour alluded to was
about to rise, has not been named, and it would neither be delicate
nor polite to guess.
On the of Milton's second " De-
fence," Marvell was commissioned to present it
to the Protector.
That built its seat within my captive breast;
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.
And woman's beauty is the flame therein
Feeding on sacred oil, man's desire,
A golden flame all the earth.
No more of this: the name will me suffice;
Lucretia we will let remain at ease:
What you propose can never truly please;
If I must die by getting of a son,
'Tis better far the benefit to shun;
Go find some other for your wondrous art;
In fact I'm not with life to part.
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
One sudden hail I still remember best,
That came on sunny days from one afloat
And drew me to the pane in certain quest
Of a long brown face, bare arms and flimsy vest,
In fragments through the branches,
Above the green reflections:
Paused by the willows in your boat
You, with your oars at rest.
Where daylight lingers on [164] snow;
Glitter the stars, and all is black below.
The doctor drives away.
Gabriel, who sees him coming with them, "a third, of regal port, but
faded splendour wan.
Notes that wing their heavenly ways
To mend the choirs above.
And through the misty air
Passed like the cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.
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slept in the hall.
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
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In evening's fresh-clear darkness,
One seems a swan, the other a dove,
Both joyous, both lovely, O sweetness!
To light her down, she was so much afraid.
The Daemons are self-seeking:
Their fierce and limitary will
Draws men to their still.
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Not how the lofty towers ruin down,
And boulders
But he to Arles and Narbonne may retreat,
With such few squadrons as his rule obey:
Since either is well fortified, and meet
The warfare to above one day;
And having saved his person, the defeat
May venge upon the foe, by this delay:
His troops may rally quickly in that post,
And rout in fine King Charles' conquering host.
No less than to his brother in the song;
Which Pouille and now with grief confess.
Circle the throat and arms of her,
And over the sands serpents move warily
Slow, menacing and submissive,
to the whistles and drums,
The whispering, whispering snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
Has caste his shadowe to the mountayne syde,
Brave all the wyndes, tho' ever they so stronge,
And view the briers belowe with self-taught pride;
But, whan throwne downe by mightie thunder stroke,
He'de rather bee a bryer than an oke.
of this truly noble poem: It should be noted as a rare
excellence,--the climax of simple sublimity.
And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn;
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
They mind me o' Nannie--and Nanny's awa!
I mean a man of sense;
And if the house is not too new--"
"Why, what has _that_," said I, "to do
With Ghost's
So in my heart her power began.
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.
With tossing ensigns in a sea of flowers,
A painted Virgin with a painted Child,
Who saw for once the of the sun
Before they shut her in an altar-niche
Where tapers smoke against the windy gloom.
When strangely the fabric of your navy
To feel the thrilling tide beneath it grieving;
Or when its timber drinks the river's mood,
The mighty mood of man's Despair, which runs
Like subtle electric blood through all the hulls,
And tips each masthead with a glimmering candle
Blue pale and flickering like a ghost?
Are the lands where the live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
On last, not least, of all!
my are spent
as the black seeds.
Now with memories!
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A running merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
Sinks dead, and 'round us everywhere
Hangs stifling darkness, and we grope
With hands in despair.
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
And shafts, in quick sent, the rest.
would have understood it, who used to debate matters of to
their State twice, once when drunk, and once when sober-sober that they
might not be deficient in formality--drunk lest they should be destitute
of vigor.
don't think I had any special to write poetry as a
little child, though I was of a very fanciful and dreamy nature.
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And many guarded them, for fear
Of rescue by the crowd, whose hearts were stirred.
Note
Not meaningless flurries like
Those that the street
Subject to black hats in flight;
But a dancer shown complete
A whirlwind of muslin or
A furious scattering of spray
Raised by her knee, she for
Whom we live, to blow away
All, beyond her, mundane
Witty, drunken, motionless,
With her tutu, and refrain
From other mark of distress,
Unless a light-hearted draught of air
From her dress fans Whistler there.
mighty claps of
That thou vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my by
Addition of his envy!
When as the noble Prince had marked well, 300
He ghest his nature by his countenance,
And calmd his wrath with goodly temperance.
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