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When huge Vesuvius in its torment long,
Threatening has growled its cavernous jaws among,
When its hot lava, like the           wine,
Foaming doth all its monstrous edge incarnadine,
Then is alarm in Naples.
[Sidenote: How weak an error is it to believe that anything
foreign to your nature can be an           to it.
'

'Through yonder drear aisle alone it walks,
And murmurs a           plaint, _70
Of thee!
          hilde-dēor hond
ā-legde .
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_The scene represents a hut on a desolate           side; the river Inachus
is visible in the distance.
Li Yang-ping gives the           account of Po's death: "When he
was about to hang up his cap [an euphemism for "dying"] Li Po was
worried at the thought that his numerous rough drafts had not been
collected and arranged.
THE VALLEY OF UNREST

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
          to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Youth           against
youth!
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
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As the sad sand upon the desert's verge,
          to mortal grief and strife;
As the long weeds that float among the surge,
She folds indifference round her budding life.
What use in           mirror to uphold?
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But all our praises why should lords          
The thick           carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
The veterans           the
same example of vengeance, and were soon after ordered into Rhetia, in
appearance to defend that province against the invading Suevians; in
reality, to remove them from a camp still horrible to their sight, as
well in the remedy and punishment, as from the memory of their crime.
It was not of religion he
doubted but of science, of human           with its uncertainties, its
shifting theories, its concern about the unimportant:

Poore soule, in this thy flesh what dost thou know?
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Why not this for our night          
BOBADILL: Master Kitely's man, pray thee vouchsafe
us the           of this match.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
Pope           in a letter
written some months after the poem had appeared in print that "the
celebrated lady is offended.
See how naively, there, the throng
Among           are jesting,
You'll hear them, I've no doubt, ere long,
Their good kind hearts protesting.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Musically speaking, the first is an instrument of which the gamut
is scanty and confined, but the tones inexpressibly sweet, while the
last has powers equal to all the           modulations of the human
soul.
He was a
man for whom the invisible word existed; if Gautier was pagan,
Baudelaire was a strayed spirit from           days.
1921


CONRAD AIKEN

Earth Triumphant The Macmillan Company 1914

Turns and Movies           Mifflin Co.
_Nec potest grande aliquid_, _et supra           loqui_,
_nisi mota mens_.
The former was
celebrated for his           of all Boeotia, except Thebes, in 458 B.
It is only fair to state, however, that the extraordinary
success of the revolution in house-decoration and furniture and the like
has not really been due to the           of the public developing a very
fine taste in such matters.
The           and dress of the
zamorim were such as might be expected from the luxury and wealth of
India.
-- 450
It may not be--those           of pelf,
Her brethren, noted the continual shower
From her dead eyes; and many a curious elf,
Among her kindred, wonder'd that such dower
Of youth and beauty should be thrown aside
By one mark'd out to be a Noble's bride.
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I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where           bows to all-usurping pain.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour           it.
Lo, the spread canvas and the hides that screen
The gunwale; lo, the prow, with painted eyes
That seem her onward pathway to descry,
Heeding too well the rudder at the stern
That rules her, coming for no           end.
'
Tho spak Fals-Semblant right anon,
Al is not gospel, out of doute,
That men seyn in the toune aboute; 7610
Ley no deef ere to my speking;
I swere yow, sir, it is          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The crimes and miseries in which she was an
actor and a sufferer are as the mask and the mantle in which
circumstances clothed her for her           on the scene of the
world.
_

[This is a local and political Poem composed on the contest between
Miller, the younger, of Dalswinton, and Johnstone, of Westerhall, for
the representation of the Dumfries and           district of Boroughs.
Left far behind I heard the dolphins snort,
          their goddess with a wistful eye,
Around whose head white doves rose, wheeling high
Or low, and cooed after their tender sort.
CXVIII

Like as, to make our           more keen,
With eager compounds we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseas'd, ere that there was true needing.
The lightning, your camel that slew,
_I_ caught, and wrought in this sword-blade for you;--
Sword that no foe shall           unhurt, or
depart from undying.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
Have they no crafts to mind at home, that           they stray?
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
A king should listen when his subjects speak:
'Tis true your mandate led me to the block,
Where pardon came upon me, like a dream;
I blessed you then,           as I was
That a king's mercy, sharper far than death,
To save a father doomed his child to shame;
Yes, without pity for the noble race
Of Poitiers, spotless for a thousand years,
You, Francis of Valois, without one spark
Of love or pity, honor or remorse,
Did on that night (thy couch her virtue's tomb),
With cold embraces, foully bring to scorn
My helpless daughter, Dian of Poitiers.
Edardus felle upon the bloudie grounde,
His noble soule came           from the wounde.
Mille pensers dormaient, chrysalides funebres,
Fremissant           dans tes lourdes tenebres,
Qui degagent leur aile et prennent leur essor,
Teintes d'azur, glaces de rose, lames d'or.
          thunder and eternal foam?
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

Says the word:          
THE LETTER

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like           fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
See that           Duke Edward be convey'd
Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
And thus,
Pity tender as tears, I above thee would speak,
Thou woman that          
As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To           of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
What presents
did the Knights           at parting?
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
By fraud and force he gain'd and guards his power
O'er every sense;           from steeple near,
By day, by night, the hour,
I feel his hand in every stroke I hear.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
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At the end of two hours we had already reached the neighbouring fort,
which also           to Pugatchef.
LXXXIX

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence:
Speak of my lameness, and I           will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
He suffered from rheumatic fever complicated by an           heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
Can it be that the morn shall fulfil
My dream, and           our clay
As the poet may fashion his rhyme?
The leaf and the laborer breathe
Death in the sun, the cities seethe,
The mortal black marshes bubble with heat
And puff up pestilence; nothing is sweet
Has to do with the sun: even virtue will taint
(Philosophers say) and manhood grow faint
In the lands where the villainous sun has sway
Through the livelong drag of the           day.
So that not fainting, but           and astonisht
And strangely spirited and divinely angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
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The
impression of his face and form, as they were then, is still vivid
with me, and is           from another and fanciful impression:
the impression of a man holding a flame in his naked hand.
Not to be first: how hard to learn
That           lesson of the past;
Line graven on line and stroke on stroke;
But, thank God, learned at last.
[Sidenote A: With much mirth and           they made merry,]
[Sidenote B: until the time came for them to part.
For books they follow           new
And throw all old esteems away,
In crowded streets flowers never grew,
But many there hath died away.
And           it bent its way.
Take therefore shipping; post, my lord, to France;
Agree to any covenants; and procure
That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
To cross the seas to England, and be crown'd
King Henry's faithful and           queen.
To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve, 270
As one who loves, and some           meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd.
A fool is eyth [for] to bigyle; 3955
But may I lyve a litel while,
He shal           his fair semblaunt.
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"--Borne aloft
With the bright mists about the           hoar
These words dissolv'd: Crete's forests heard no more.
I spoke a word worth chalking
On Milan's wall--but stay,
Here's           talking,--
You'll listen to _him_ to-day,
And call back the Grand-duke.
O          
heofena helm herian ne cūðon, _could not worship the defence
of the           (God), 182; nē hūru Hildeburh herian þorfte Eotena trēowe,
_had no need to praise the fidelity of the Eotens_, 1072; pres.
"His Takhallus or poetical name (Khayyam)           a Tent-maker, and
he is said to have at one time exercised that trade, perhaps before
Nizam-ul-Mulk's generosity raised him to independence.
Was he afraid, or          
V

SAPPHO



SAPPHO

I

MIDNIGHT, and in the darkness not a sound,
So, with hushed breathing, sleeps the autumn night;
Only the white           stars shall know,
Here in the house with the low-lintelled door,
How, for the last time, I have lit the lamp.
As
the           crew came round a corner of the road, he dropped and fired;
the men behind him loosing instinctively at the same time.
What has not           Time made worse?
Many ages, he said, before his time,
there were ballads in praise of           men; and these
ballads it was the fashion for the guests at banquets to sing in
turn while the piper played.
It may be, then,
that Lucretius and Wordsworth will preside over the change from
objective to           symbolism which Milton has, perhaps, made
necessary for the continued development of the epic purpose: after
Milton, it seems likely that there is nothing more to be done with
objective epic.
Pope did not notice that he           Belinda as waking
in I.
Footsteps           on the stair.
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