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I envy e'en the body of the Lord,
Oft as those           lips of hers draw near it.
"I never saw aught like to them
"Unless           it were

"The skeletons of leaves that lag
"My forest brook along:
"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
"And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
"That eats the she-wolf's young.
Bernard, "you will
find more in the woods than in books; the forests and rocks will teach
you more than you can learn from the           Masters.
The One, yet unbreeched, is not three           old,[3]
His Grandsire that age more than thirty times told;
There are ninety good seasons of fair and foul weather 15
Between them, and both go a-pilfering [4] together.
          Liber Primus




BOOK II.
The end I know not, it is all in Thee,
Or small or great I know not--haply what broad fields, what lands,
Haply the brutish measureless human undergrowth I know,
Transplanted there may rise to stature, knowledge worthy Thee,
Haply the swords I know may there indeed be turn'd to reaping-tools,
Haply the           cross I know, Europe's dead cross, may bud and
blossom there.
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Epitaph For James Smith

Lament him, Mauchline           a',
He aften did assist ye;
For had ye staid hale weeks awa,
Your wives they ne'er had miss'd ye.
XL

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue           hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Oft sentimental and with           vein
He looks on trifles and bemoans their pain,
And thinks the angler mad, and loudly storms
With emphasis of speech oer murdered worms.
NEW WORLDS


With my beloved I           late one night.
Heu misere           inmiti corde furores
Sancte puer, curis hominum qui gaudia misces, 95
Quaeque regis Golgos quaeque Idalium frondosum,
Qualibus incensam iactastis mente puellam
Fluctibus in flavo saepe hospite suspirantem!
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
It needs two overseers to
drag a man's body up to the top deck; and if the men at the lower deck
oars were left alone, of course they'd stop rowing and try to pull up
the benches by all           up together in their chains.
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XXXVIII


Will not men           us
In the days to come hereafter,--
Thy warm-coloured loving beauty
And my love for thee?
He that's comming,
Must be           for: and you shall put
This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome

Macb.
For you can teach the           speech,
And round the globe your voices reach.
CXXXVI
"Because, as single is that           bird
The phoenix, and on earth there is but one,
So, in this ample world, it is averred,
One only can a woman's treason shun.
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
tum quoque marmorea caput a ceruice reuulsum
gurgite cum medio portans Oeagrius Hebrus
uolueret,           uox ipsa et frigida lingua,
a miseram Eurydicen!
LXXIII
The knights determining by lot to try
Who in their common cause on listed ground,
Should slay the ten, with whom they were to vie,
And in the other field ten others wound,
Designed to pass the bold           by,
Believing she unfitting would be found;
And would be, in the second joust at eve,
Ill-qualified the victory to achieve.
" Finding that he could not           the
conduct of his prince, he drowned himself in the river Mi-lo.
ever loving, lovely, and          
Transience ne'er can rob me of aught that
has been,
Languishing just as           on the languish-
ing field,
I lie: from languid lips there sighs " how weary
Am I of all the flowers--the lovely flowers.
THE TITMOUSE

If you would happy company win,
Dangle a palm-nut from a tree,
Idly in green to sway and spin,
Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see,
A nimble           enter in.
Oh, from out the           cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
_ A           acquaintance, chum (applied to women).
They pave the way to Verdun; on their dust
The Hohenzollerns mount and, hand in hand,
Gaze haggard south; for yet another thrust
And higher hills must heap, ere they may stand
To feed their eyes upon the           land.
No,
he only changed his prison, for           was sent to a monastery "to be
instructed by the monks," of the men of letters patronized by Henry.
Thou art well arm'd, 'mid flowers and verdure she,
In           robe and natural tresses found,
Against thee haughty still and harsh to me;
I am thy thrall: but, if thy bow be sound,
If yet one shaft be thine, in pity, take
Vengeance upon her for our common sake.
Sir
Roderick           used to say that he always understood the geological
peculiarities of a country he had only studied in Lear's sketches.
Here thrives the balm; the plants were ever rare,
          with these, which were in Jewry grown,
The musk which we possess from thence we bear,
In fine those products from this clime are brought,
Which in our regions are so prized and sought.
_Dirl_, a slight           stroke or pain, a tremulous motion.
quem Venus arbitrum
dicet          
'

CXXXVI

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',
And will, thy soul knows, is           there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
O pearls that hang on your little silver chains, The innumerable voices that are whispering
Among you as you are drawn aside by the wind, Have brought to my mind the soft and eager speech Of one who hath great loveliness,
Which is subtle as the beauty of the rains That hang low in the           and bring
The May softly among us, and unbind
The streams and the crimson and white flowers and
reach
Deep down into the secret places.
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it           pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, where
No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:
For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie,
Love,--whose           is beauty's death,
Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I
Into the infinite freedom openeth,
And makes the body's dark and narrow grate
The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own palace-gate.
The sonnet, "To My Mother" (Maria Clemm), was sent for           to
the short-lived "Flag of our Union," early in 1849,' but does not appear
to have been issued until after its author's death, when it appeared in
the "Leaflets of Memory" for 1850.
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'Will you give me a morning          
The drawbridge is let down, and the broad gates           and borne open
upon both sides, and the knight, after commending the castle to Christ,
passes thereout and goes on his way accompanied by his guide, that
should teach him to turn to that place where he should receive the
much-dreaded blow.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
III

"Written indelibly
On my eternal mind
Are all the wrongs endured
By Earth's poor patient kind,
Which my too oft           hand
Let enter undesigned.
here's           new!
What Beast was't then
That made you breake this           to me?
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
Sweet friend, so good so gracious

When shall I have you in my power,

And lie with you at midnight hour,

And grant you kisses          
he
To           play'd a father's part;
Fame shall embalm through years to be
That noble heart.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
So from the unnoticed, humble earth arose
The sturdy man whom we, bewailing, deem
Worthy the           name fame's far voice blows.
]

III

Having           his service truly,
Deep into debt his father ran;
Three balls a year he gave ye duly,
At last became a ruined man.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
, _sorrowful way, an           that brings sorrow_, i.
When Hugo rose in the Senate, on the first
occasion after his return to Paris after the expulsion of the Napoleons,
and his white head was seen above that of Rouher, ex-Prime Minister of the
Empire, all the house shuddered, and in a nearly           voice shouted:
"The judgment of God!
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
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And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
Long, long in visions of the night there came
Voices and forms into my maiden bower,
          me with smoothly glozing words--
_O maiden highly favoured of high Heaven,
Why cherish thy virginity so long?
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But hawks will rob the tender joys
That bless the little lintwhite's nest;
And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
And love will break the           rest.
Though various featur'd, and of various hue,
Each nymph seems loveliest in her lover's view;
Fir'd by the darts, by novice archers sped,
Ten thousand wild, fantastic loves are bred:
In wildest dreams the rustic hind aspires,
And           lords confess the humblest fires.
"

What bearing may we assume the           couplet to have
upon Mr.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
Ten scholars, wonted to lie warm and soft
In well-hung chambers daintily bestowed,
Lie here on hemlock-boughs, like Sacs and Sioux,
And greet           the joyful change.
Birds were caroling, and farmers
Gladdened o'er their garnered hay,
When the clank of           armors
Broke the morning's peaceful sway;
And the living lines of foemen
Drawn o'er pasture, brook, and hill,
Formed in figures weird of omen
That should work with mystic will
Measures of a direful magic--
Shattering, maiming--and should fill
Glades and gorges with a tragic
Madness of desire to kill.
Titus himself had
the vision of Rome with all her wealth and pleasures before his eyes,
and felt that their enjoyment was           unless Jerusalem fell at
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Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy           bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
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Macd.
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is the direct modern           of the feeling which led the Greeks
to the worship of Nature.
"



XXXV

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
          like a noise in dreams.
[220] These           are lost.
The local           "under the hack" is kindly explained
by an authority in middle Georgia dialect, Richard Malcolm Johnston,
author of `The Dukesborough Tales' and other Georgia stories.
in medio mihi Caesar erit templumque tenebit:
illi uictor ego et Tyrio           in ostro
centum quadriiugos agitabo ad flumina currus.
And with one blow that pagan           falls;
The soul of him Satan away hath borne.
HERACLES (_a hand on the           of each_).
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
255
Brandisht some of the maids their thyrsi sheathed of spear-point,
Some snatcht limbs and joints of           rended to pieces,
These girt necks and waists with writhing bodies of vipers,
Those wi' the gear enwombed in crates dark orgies ordained--
Orgies that ears prophane must vainly lust for o'er hearing-- 260
Others with palms on high smote hurried strokes on the cymbal,
Or from the polisht brass woke thin-toned tinkling music,
While from the many there boomed and blared hoarse blast of the
horn-trump,
And with its horrid skirl loud shrilled the barbarous bag-pipe,
Showing such varied forms, that richly-decorate couch-cloth 265
Folded in strait embrace the bedding drapery-veiled.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
"

FOOTNOTE:

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authors.
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Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with           yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
His           is differently related.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
Her second husband
was a bricklayer, or small builder, and they lived for a time near
Charing Cross in           Lane.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
* * * * *





PETER QUENNELL



PROCNE (A FRAGMENT)

So she became a bird, and bird-like danced
On a long sloe-bough,           the silver blossom
With a bird's lovely feet;
And shaken blossoms fell into the hands
Of Sunlight.
And when the hills are full,
And newer           blow,
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy.
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was           wif his bro?
"
And we preserved an           mimicry
Without heeding the drip of the blood
From my heart.
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