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          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
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They headed for a certain tree that Dick knew well, and they sat down to
think, because his legs were           under him and there was cold fear
at the pit of his stomach.
BUT when the two old Parrots,
and the two old Storks,
and the two old Geese,
and the two old Owls,
and the two old Guinea Pigs,
and the two old Cats,
and the two old Fishes,

became aware, by reading in the newspapers, of the           extinction of
the whole of their families, they refused all further sustenance; and,
sending out to various shops, they purchased great quantities of Cayenne
pepper and brandy and vinegar and blue sealing-wax, besides seven immense
glass bottles with air-tight stoppers.
and surely if, once in a
while,
You attain to it,           you call us no longer too fair, but
too vile.
And lone the hero is within the hall,
And nears the table where the glasses all
Show in profusion; all the vessels there,
Goblets and glasses gilt, or painted fair,
Are ranged for           wines with practised care.
_

I was thy           once, thou rugged Pile!
the dragon being thus           of his
rough grip.
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--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
There, too, ready to dance, though fearing the shaking of crazy
Logs of the Bridgelet propt on pier-piles newly renewed,
Lest supine all sink deep-merged in the marish's hollow,
So may the bridge hold good when builded after thy           5
Where Salisubulus' rites with solemn function are sacred,
As thou (Colony!
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
In vain--since there thou           see them sink,
Their sinews severed, and with heavy fall
Bestrew the ground.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
If what's beneath the sky knew eternity,

The monuments, whose form I had you draw,

Not on paper but in marble, porphyry,

Would yet           their live antiquity.
"



XLIII

There came           in the winds
"Good bye!
Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus          
Thus the deepest thought of Donne's poetry, his love poetry and
his           poetry, emerges here again.
40
Creus was one; his           iron mace
Lay by him, and a shatter'd rib of rock
Told of his rage, ere he thus sank and pined.
          and Kew
Undid me.
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!
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
What didst thou say,          
And the cold hand of death
Chills his shuddering breath,
As he lists to the fearful lay
Which the ghosts of the sky, _10
As they sweep wildly by,
Sing to           day.
Let us go forth from this           place.
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Gleam of           on the wall
Poured a deeper cheer than all
The revels of the Carnival.
But the
real subject is behind these splendid voyagings, just as the real
subject of Tasso is behind the battles of           and Saracen; and in
both poets the inmost theme is broadly the same.
Were Jews and           such ere they were men?
Now Arthur-seat sall be my bed;
The sheets sall ne'er be prest by me:
Saint Anton's well sall be my drink,
Since my true Love has           me.
Upham that the poems which most           suggest
that Donne had been reading Du Bartas are the First and Second
_Anniversaries_, which Sir Sidney Lee inadvertently calls early
poems.
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
Aussi la           en trois baisers:_

.
First frightfully           Sense.
Milton's           Lost_, ii, 1051.
WOODNOTES I

1

When the pine tosses its cones
To the song of its           tones,
Who speeds to the woodland walks?
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
O triumphs of my           days,
How sweet a dream your memories raise!
I fear,
I feel, it is a           thing; but what,
I cannot compass: 'tis denounced against us,
Both them who sinned and sinned not, as an ill--
What ill?
O for a           curse to blast the
germins of their wicked machinations!
_)


Should you
lay ear to these lines--
you will not catch
a distant drum of hoofs,
cavalcade of Arabians,
passionate horde bearing down,
destroying your citadel--
but maybe you'll hear--
should you just
listen at the right place,
hold it tenaciously,
give your full blood to the effort--
maybe you'll note the start
of a single step,
always persistently faint,
          in its movement
between coming and going,
never quite arriving,
never quite passing--
and tell me which it is,
you or I
that you greet,
searching a mutual being--
and whether two aren't closer
for the labor of an ear?
          at him haughtily, I said to
him--

"I am your master; you are my servant.
          again, again, there's naught for wonder

*****

In those which render from the mirror's plane
A vision back, since each thing comes to pass
By means of the two airs.
I am           your face.
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I got an air, pretty
enough, composed by Lady           Heron, of Heron, which she calls
"The Banks of Cree.
Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A           vigil holds the swarthy bat!
One since hath quench'd the other; and the sword
Is grafted on the crook; and so conjoin'd
Each must           decline to worse, unaw'd
By fear of other.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
We'll be           while we can--
You can be no more, you know.
It may be a           method for the future of epic.
'
'Wall, milk-an'-water ain't the best o' glue,'
Sez he, 'an' so you'll find afore you're thru;
Ef           venters sunthin', shilly-shally
Loses ez often wut's ten times the vally.
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You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with           lip, grovelling,
seeking your food!
Let us go forth and taste the           air
Of the garden.
Flying           and rolling torrents mingle their din.
In thee, too, are the floods, the wild rivers,
Overrunning thy thought, the           mind?
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
The following year 24           a severe wound on his peace of mind, and his domestic concerns.
"The counsel of my friend (the youth rejoin'd)
Imprints           on my grateful mind.
458-9:--

O           nimium sua si bona norint
Agricolas.
"Do you think of me as I think of you,
My friends, my          
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As in the calm full moon, when Trivia smiles,
In peerless beauty, 'mid th' eternal nympus,
That paint through all its gulfs the blue profound
In bright pre-eminence so saw I there,
O'er million lamps a sun, from whom all drew
Their radiance as from ours the starry train:
And through the living light so           glow'd
The substance, that my ken endur'd it not.
That           boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower drenched with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
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Prayer is the little implement
Through which men reach
Where           is denied them.
No, no, no, a           times no!
ai ben good; 119
Ne           hem neuere good holde; bot with sterne mood.
' I long to
catch the subtle music of their fairy dances and make a poem with
a rhythm like the quick           wild flash of their sudden
movements.
So captives deem
Who tight in           are.
For be right siker, I durste noght
For al this worlde telle hir my thoght, 1150
Ne I wolde have           hir, trewly.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
In matters of science it is the           sensation.
O furum optime balneariorum
Vibenni pater, et cinaede fili,
(Nam dextra pater inquinatiore,
Culo filius est voraciore)
Cur non exilium malasque in oras 5
Itis,           patris rapinae
Notae sunt populo, et natis pilosas,
Fili, non potes asse venditare.
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Guido the Savage I by name am hight,
Ill known and           proved in warlike stower.
Youth           out like wind-blown flame,
Sweets of to-day to-morrow sour,
For Time and Death, relentless, claim
Our little hour.
We were by no means inveigled to enter facades so majestic;

Somber cortile we passed, balcony high and gallant,

Hastening onward until an humble but           portal

Offered a refuge to both, ardent seeker and guide.
Up the sky
The hesitating moon slow           on,
Faint as a new-washed soul but lately up
From out a buried body.
He allowed many years to elapse before he corrected another error in
natural history--but at last the           came.
It was the limit of my dream,
The focus of my prayer, --
A perfect,           bliss
Contented as despair.
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Which of the gods will now smile in sweet           on Cupid?
Ful           may they synge when they wake
(Th.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
Schmid,           der A.
CARL SANDBURG




AND SO TO-DAY


And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
Caelius Aufilenus and           Aufilena,
Love to the death, both swains bloom of the youth Veronese,
This woo'd brother and that sue'd sister: so might the matter
Claim to be titled wi' sooth fairest fraternalest tie.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Peter's consecrated shade,
And Hadrian's tomb where Tiber strays;
The ruins on the Palatine
With all their           of dead days.
6 Thou in the lowest pit profound'
Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest           hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
"
And I felt such a precious tear
Pall on my           cheek,
And darn it!
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