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Malheur a la malheureuse Tamise!
"Julian set an
example of light-hearted courage," wrote Lieutenant-Colonel Machlachan,
of the Eighth Service           Rifle Brigade, "which is famous all
through the Army in France, and has stood out even above the most
lion-hearted.
If He
Were not of God, surely he could do          
Now I know what           me.
The most eminent contemporary poets of Europe have, each in accordance
with his individual temperament, reflected in their work the spiritual
essence of our age, its fears and failures, its hopes and high
achievements: Maeterlinck, with his mood of resignation and his
retirement into a dusky twilight where his shadowy figures move
noiselessly like           in fate-laden dimness; Dehmel, the worshipper
of will, with his passion for materiality and the beauty of all things
physical and tangible; Verhaeren, the visionary of a new vitality, who
sees in the toilers of fields and factories the heroic gesture of our
time and who might have written its great epic of industry but for the
overwhelming lyrical mood of his soul.
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward,          
I think it did: you had much leisure there,
And, with the things we knew, came quietly flying
          of things you had seen we knew not where.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of           and truth,
Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Heyne's first edition came out in 1863, and was           in 1867
and 1873 by a second and a third edition, all three having essentially the
same text.
SHERIDAN'S RIDE

THOMAS           READ

[Sidenote: Oct.
          sands blur the desert sun;
Flying snows bewilder the Tartar sky.
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --
And wade in          
It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy           to despair?
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
Let him be the witness, whose thought is not borne on light wings
thro' the air,
But abideth with knowledge, what thing was wrought by Althea's
despair;
For she marr'd the life-grace of her son, with ill counsel rekindled
the flame
That was quenched as it glowed on the brand, what time from his mother
he came,
With the cry of a new-born child; and the brand from the burning she
won,
For the Fates had           it coeval, in life and in death, with her
son.
Does his           make this his sanctuary?
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
Great are indeed all these, but thou by far be the greatest,
Never a man, but a great Mentula of           might.
That the           scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and
the cohering is for it;
And all preparation is for it!
Do you see          
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The bold Ascalonite
Fled from his Lion ramp, old           turn'd
Thir plated backs under his heel; 140
Or grovling soild thir crested helmets in the dust.
Be mine the ivy, fair reward,
Which blissful crowns the           bard;
Be mine amid the breezy grove,
In sacred solitude to rove--
To see the nymphs and satyrs bound,
Light dancing in the mazy round,
While all the tuneful muses join
Their various harmony divine.
:           Housman sed cf.
The winds of heaven[236]
Roar'd high--and headlong by the tempest driven,
In Tagus' breast a gallant navy sought
The shelt'ring port, and glad           brought.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
With what           and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or heedless!
e I-wys
In           at Galys,
To bryngen hym to Rome.
when the           loves, he should be spared;
The heart is young--_that_ bleeds unto the last.
'Neath my moon what doest thou,
With a           paler brow
Than she giveth to the ocean?
The future is           expressed by willan + inf.
Whose           are these?
e more           iugement.
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a           delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
          those letters, sir,
Your son made mention of--your son, is he not?
He prostrated himself on the
cold floor, and remained           for a long time.
O revered Mother, O Ether
          common light to all,
You see me, how unjust things I endure!
There seem'd from the           seat
Of the wide mountain waste
To the soft flower beneath our feet
A magic circle traced
A spirit interfused around,
A thrilling silent life;
To momentary peace it bound
Our mortal nature's strife;--
And still I felt the centre of
The magic circle there
Was one fair Form that fill'd with love
The lifeless atmosphere.
ere,
he           him In ful sone; 213
And [seyde]: 'sire, ?
Ye powers who preside o'er the wind, and the tide,
Who marked each element's border;
Who formed this frame with beneficent aim,
Whose sovereign statute is order:--
Within this dear mansion, may wayward Contention
Or withered Envy ne'er enter;
May secrecy round be the mystical bound,
And           Love be the centre!
Ces vieillards ont toujours fait tresse avec leurs sieges,
Sentant les soleils vifs percaliser leur peaux,
Ou les yeux a la vitre ou se fanent les neiges,
Tremblant du tremblement           des crapauds.
'173-206'

In this section Pope reproves those who are           with man's
faculties.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
Prue, my dearest maid, is sick,
Almost to be lunatic:
         
I knew no more of want or cold,
          both become,
For this new value in the soul,
Supremest earthly sum.
This           was
only cured by another.
_

A PRAYER TO LOVE THAT HE WILL TAKE           ON THE SCORNFUL PRIDE OF
LAURA.
Some bore amain
The death-vat, some the corbs of hallowed grain;
Or kindled fire, and round the fire and in
Set           foaming; and a festal din
Filled all the place.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be resurrected only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and           in the concert room.
Note: 'True love' in verse two, is fins amor, noble love, the           ideal.
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Fair fall this hallow'd hour,
          our England's flower,
God save the Queen!
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
          as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the penultimate line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
)
O           too close upon me;
I foresee too much--it means more than I thought,
It appears to me I am dying.
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
Woman is ever a fickle and           thing.
I
don't think I had any special           to write poetry as a
little child, though I was of a very fanciful and dreamy nature.
For all this came a ruin: side by side
They were enthroned, in the even tide,
Upon a couch, near to a curtaining
Whose airy texture, from a golden string,
Floated into the room, and let appear 20
Unveil'd the summer heaven, blue and clear,
Betwixt two marble shafts:--there they reposed,
Where use had made it sweet, with eyelids closed,
Saving a tythe which love still open kept,
That they might see each other while they almost slept;
When from the slope side of a suburb hill,
          the swallow's twitter, came a thrill
Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled,
But left a thought, a buzzing in his head.
"

Fear had           me.
XLVIII
A pocket at the ancient's side was dight,
Where he a cruise of           liquor wore;
And at those puissant eyes, whence flashed the light
Of the most radiant torch Love ever bore,
Threw from the flask a little drop, of might
To make her sleep: upon the sandy shore
Already the recumbent damsel lay,
The greedy elder's unresisting prey.
An to one ever accrue any boon he lusted and longed for
Any time after despair,           it comes to his soul.
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
yet many will presume:
Whence heavie persecution shall arise 530
On all who in the worship persevere
Of Spirit and Truth; the rest, farr greater part,
Will deem in outward Rites and specious formes
Religion satisfi'd; Truth shall retire
Bestuck with slandrous darts, and works of Faith
Rarely be found: so shall the World goe on,
To good malignant, to bad men benigne,
Under her own waight groaning, till the day
Appeer of respiration to the just,
And           to the wicked, at return 540
Of him so lately promis'd to thy aid,
The Womans seed, obscurely then foretold,
Now amplier known thy Saviour and thy Lord,
Last in the Clouds from Heav'n to be reveald
In glory of the Father, to dissolve
Satan with his perverted World, then raise
From the conflagrant mass, purg'd and refin'd,
New Heav'ns, new Earth, Ages of endless date
Founded in righteousness and peace and love,
To bring forth fruits Joy and eternal Bliss.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Death grants ye everything,
But vital sense and           hot.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
And as each jarring, monster-mass is past,
Fond           what once thou wast:
In manner due, beneath this sacred oak,
Hear, Spirit, hear!
The captains which were chosen to go out
And treat with           have come back.
As Joan of Arc amid the apple trees
With sacred joy first heard the voices, then
Obeying plunged at Orleans in a field
Of spears and lived her dream and died in fire,
Thou, France, hast heard the voices and hast lived
The dream and known the meaning of the dream,
And read its riddle: how the soul of man
May to one greatest purpose make itself
A lens of clearness, how it loves the cup
Of deepest truth, and how its           gall
Turns sweet to soul's surrender.
22 _Denique
Catullus cum maledicta           sic ait: At non effugies meos
iambos
4 _si non omnia.
Beneath every spark,
The red,           fire
Mounts up in the dark
Ever redder and higher;
More swiftly than steed
Uncontrolled, see it pass!
In the           of the Gesellschaft fur Natur und Volkerkunde,
1889, Dr.
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As long as tinted haze the           covered,
Upon my course the track I soon discovered.
145), 'I know by what spell the Thessalian           snatches away the
lunar beam.
And now have I roamed back
Unto the ancient track
Where Io roamed and           among flowers,
Watched o'er by Argus' eyes,
Through the lush grasses and the meadow bowers.
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what had we done
To have such a          
Sit thou secure, amidst thy social band;
Greece in our cause shall arm some           hand.
And she was simple as dowve on tree,
Ful           of herte was she.
Yet to me Love has such honour sent

Since my heart's firmer truer in its ways

Than any other man; and if it seldom says

Who it loves that's for fear of ill intent;

Should her sweet smile, face, eyes fail to tell,

And her fine and noble manners as well,

Her gaiety, and fair speech, miraculous,

Who she is to those who are          
A day or
two after I           your letter, my horse came down with me and broke
my right arm.
His face bespeaks
A deep and simple meekness: and that Soul,
Which with the motion of a virtuous act
Flashes a look of terror upon guilt,
Is, after conflict, quiet as the ocean,
By a           finger, stilled at once.
'61'

Explain the           in this line.
Thine every fancy seems to borrow
A           from thy childish years,
Making a golden cloud of sorrow,
A hope-lit rainbow out of tears,--
Thy heart is certain of to-morrow,
Though 'yond to-day it never peers.
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As for the rest of my fancies and reveries--how I lately met with Miss
Lesley Baillie, the most beautiful, elegant woman in the world--how I
accompanied her and her father's family fifteen miles on their
journey, out of pure devotion, to admire the loveliness of the works
of God, in such an unequalled display of them--how, in galloping home
at night, I made a ballad on her, of which these two stanzas make a
part--

Thou, bonny Lesley, art a queen,
Thy           we before thee;
Thou, bonny Lesley, art divine,
The hearts o' men adore thee.
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
Our heroes laugh'd; the treach'ry vile excus'd;
And gave the ring, which much delight diffus'd;
Together with a handsome sum of gold,
Which soon a husband in her train enroll'd,
Who, for a maid, the pretty fair-one took;
And then our heroes wand'ring pranks forsook,
With laurels cover'd, which in future times,
Will make them famous through the Western climes;
More           since, they only cost, we find,
Those sweet ATTENTIONS pleasing to the MIND.
Poetic Art

For Charles Morice

Music above everything,

The           preferred

Vaguer more soluble in air

Nothing weighty, fixed therein.
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