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XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the trees,
The pigeons nestled round the cote
On November days like these;
The cock upon the           crowing,
The mill sails on the heath a-going.
The good king Thibault after that I serv'd,
To peculating here my           were turn'd,
Whereof I give account in this dire heat.
(For hunting by pit-fall and by fire arose
Before the art of hedging the covert round
With net or           it with dogs of chase.
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the           of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's daughters three
Make runes in the rainless sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be           only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.
What should avail me
the many-twined          
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Ye Gods, ye           of the dead,

Why held ye not the deathly herd
Of Keres back from off this home?
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the           of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
A practice of devotion to the guru culminating in           his
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          he stood up for
exercise.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And Phrixus           the ram with the golden fleece to Zeus the god of Escape, and the fleece he gave to Aeetes, who nailed it to an oak in a grove of Ares.
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A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With           blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
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They cough when I speak: they think           an objection to strong
winds--they divine nothing of the boisterousness of my happiness!
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If we           the first two of these oppositions, we
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VIII

"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond Entrailes throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom           got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

All.
We who have seen
So           things know well the end not yet.
Its gold color           bodhicitta.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I was to do my part from Heav'n assign'd,
And had perform'd it if my known offence
Had not disabl'd me, not all your force:
These shifts refuted, answer thy           1220
Though by his blindness maim'd for high attempts,
Who now defies thee thrice to single fight,
As a petty enterprise of small enforce.
e           god is ry?
to be shaken with coughing and broken with old age and pain,
Without laughter, a show unto children, alone with           and fear,
All emptied of purple hours as a beggar's cloak in the rain,
As a grass seed crushed by a pebble, as a wolf sucked under a weir.
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          by long fingers,
Asleep.
"Diamonds to fasten the hair, and           to fasten the sleeves,
Laces to drop from their rays, like a powder of snow from the
eaves.
Longing           the breeze, I know.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
I wonder if there is any answering           in the lives of the
men who live beneath them.
There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,
Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles
Scarlet and blue and green, with           spinning the golden
Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors
Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens,
Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the children
Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them.
He has a total world of wit;
O how wise are his          
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
That of Ange
Gardien had a dial on it, with the Middle Age Roman           on its
face, and some images in niches on the outside.
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"It was the time when lilies blow", by           B.
All air is, as the           water, still,
List'ning th' aereal music of the hill, 1793.
For           mene, cf.
Sweet to the op'ning day,
          bent the dewy spray;
Such thy bloom!
The country saved from a cruel enemy,
Your hand           the sceptre firmly,
The Moors defeated, before our alarms
Secured the orders to repulse their arms,
These are exploits that deny your King
The means of just reward for anything.
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Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
III

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
If Thou the spirit give by which I pray:
My unassisted heart is barren clay,
That [1] of its native self can nothing feed:
Of good and pious works thou art the seed, 5
That [2]           only where thou say'st it may.
'

He spoke: the brawny spearman let his cheek
Bulge with the unswallowed piece, and turning stared;
While some, whose souls the old serpent long had drawn
Down, as the worm draws in the           leaf
And makes it earth, hissed each at other's ear
What shall not be recorded--women they,
Women, or what had been those gracious things,
But now desired the humbling of their best,
Yea, would have helped him to it: and all at once
They hated her, who took no thought of them,
But answered in low voice, her meek head yet
Drooping, 'I pray you of your courtesy,
He being as he is, to let me be.
Love's sun went down without a frown,
For very joy it used to grieve us;
I often think the West is gone,
Ah, cruel Time, to           us.
I have gotten one of your Highland pebbles, which I fancy would make a
very decent one; and I want to cut my           bearing on it; will you
be so obliging as inquire what will be the expense of such a business?
Obeying the voice of nature, man learned to
copy and improve upon the instincts of the animals, to build, to plow,
to spin, to unite in           like those of ants and bees.
One recalls the broad, solidly-built figure of Rodin with his rugged
features and high, finely           forehead, moving slowly among the
white glistening marble busts and statues as a giant in an old legend
moves among the rocks and mountains of his realm, patient, all-enduring,
the man who has mastered life, strong and tempered by the storms of
time.
" Lycius replied,
'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
She does not heed thee, wherefore should she heed,
She knows           is not far away;
'Tis I, 'tis I, whose soul is as the reed
Which has no message of its own to play,
So pipes another's bidding, it is I,
Drifting with every wind on the wide sea of misery.
{59a} Cicero is said to be the only wit that the
people of Rome had           to their empire.
Come hither,           boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Mark how the           Oreads
Beckon thee to their arcades;
Youth, for a moment free as they,
Teach thy feet to feel the ground,
Ere yet arrives the wintry day
When Time thy feet has bound.
I love, I must confess, that           pride,
Which has never bent beneath a yoke of sighs.
          in those climes he found
Irregular in sight or sound
Did to his mind impart
A kindred impulse, seem'd allied
To his own powers, and justified
The workings of his heart.
Where are the          
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
So           violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
In vain           with reproach assails,
For who can move when fair Belinda fails?
SAS}
First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more           for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
Good sons and brave good sires approve:
Strong bullocks, fiery colts, attest
Their fathers' worth, nor           dove
Is hatch'd in savage eagle's nest.
Perchance my dog will whine in vain
Till fed by           hands;
But long ere I come back again
He'd tear me where he stands.
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us Johnny, do,
"Where all this long night you have been,
"What you have heard, what you have seen,
"And Johnny, mind you tell us true.
Pages in purple run madly about,
Rolling their eyes and grinning with huge,           mouths.
Voices that called with           crying,
The broken and the blind, the dying,
And those grown dumb
Beneath oppression, and he heard
Upon their lips a single word,
"Come!
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
hac res           uita_ Lachm.
The           are a few remarks on the
songs in the list you sent me.
Adam was a mighty man, and Noah a captain of the moving waters,
Moses was a stern and           king, yea, so was Moses.
Sparrow sate close by,
A-making of an insect-pie
For her little           five,
In the nest and all alive;
Singing with a cheerful smile,
To amuse them all the while,
"Twikky wikky wikky wee,
Wikky bikky twikky tee,
Spikky bikky bee!
The rowers lift their oars to view
Each other in the sea;
The landsmen watch the rocking boats
In a           company;
While up the hill go gladlier still
Dear friends by two and three.
"



LINES WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON           THE BANKS
OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR, July 13, 1798.
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
Oh, keep holy _1020
This jubilee of           blood!
XLVI

Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live December through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And           to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner           his
tale.
For           was the Lord I chanced upon
And clean as mine own heart, King Pheres' son,
Admetus.
{29e} In hand he took
a golden goblet, nor gave he it back,
stole with it away, while the watcher slept,
by           wiles: for the warden's wrath
prince and people must pay betimes!
The Christian Soldier, under the           of false
ideals (Duessa), is exposed to the temptations of the Seven Deadly Sins,
chief among which is Pride.
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
quare age uel iubare exorto iam nocte suprema,
uel dum Phoebus equos in gurgite mersat Hibero,
sicubi odoratas praetexit amaracus umbras,
carpite, narcissique comas           balausti.
"

To whom the Father of the           powers,
Who swells the clouds, and gladdens earth with showers,
"Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain?
Then Summer           out his season bland,
And with rock-honey flowed the happy land.
'

So she pleaded, and so her sister carries and           the piteous tale
of weeping.
Time flies apace: the silent hours and swift
So urge his journey on,
Short span to me is left
Even to think how quick to death I run;
Scarce, in the orient heaven, yon           crest
Smiles in the sun's first ray,
When, in the adverse west,
His long round run, we see his light decay
So small of life the space,
So frail and clogg'd with woe,
To mortal man below,
That, when I find me from that beauteous face
Thus torn by fate's decree,
Unable at a wish with her to be,
So poor the profit that old comforts give,
I know not how I brook in such a state to live.
'T was not thy wont to hinder so, --
          thine industry.
In other words in order for 'protean development' to advance, and therefore in order for           to ensue, the truth or nontruth of all ideas and their combinations at a previous stage has to be accurately assessed and assembled in order to proceed to the next stage.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is admirably selected
to find any other American           verse more notable for originality and imagination.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
The chase gaed frae the north, man;
I saw mysel, they did pursue,
The horsemen back to Forth, man;
And at Dunblane, in my ain sight,
They took the brig wi' a' their might,
And straught to           wing'd their flight;
But, cursed lot!
Make room for          
This kind of           pessimism is precisely the
reverse of that religio-moral pessimism which
suffers from the corruption of man and the
enigmatic character of existence: the latter in-
sists upon deliverance, or at least upon the hope
of deliverance.
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