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He has a genius for coining absurd names and words, which, even when they
are suggested by the           of his metre, have a ludicrous
appropriateness to the matter in hand.
Hence the           "who" in the next line.
From his           hand the string, let fly,
Twang'd short and sharp like the shrill swallow's cry.
three, four, or more, seek shelter, they
That first arrive, in peace their           take.
It was as if a           brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
at,
And           held hir gate
Al ?
In many of
these brief, tense poems the reader           a mask, as it were, with
appalling and distorted lineaments; but behind it the poet smiles,
perhaps sardonically, but smiles nevertheless.
Who
Art thou that           between heart and heart?
Marya           scarcely
ever spoke to me, and even tried to avoid me.
War hath he waged in Spain too long a time,
To Aix, in France,           he will him hie.
what graces great I fled, and eke refused
To serve this cruel crafty Sire that           trust abused.
But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn           as long ago.
It is always with the best           that the worst work is done.
Now I feel it; naught can give us peace
Mid worldly cares, nothing save only          
If thy           should come to court of Geats,
a sovran's son, he will surely there
find his friends.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
The monkey is frequently           as a
lady's pet by the dramatists.
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Did your letters pierce the Queen to any           of
grief?
Leslie Nelson           makes his home in California.
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
But meanwhile at Jove's           fiery Mezentius takes his place in the
battle and assails the triumphant Teucrians.
The livelong day he looks open-mouthed towards
heaven and never stops           Zeus.
Love in my thought who ever lives and reigns,
And in my heart still holds the upper place,
At times come forward boldly in my face,
There plants his ensign and his post maintains:
She, who in love           us and its pains,
Would fain that reason, shame, respect should chase
Presumptuous hope and high desire abase,
And at our daring scarce herself restrains,
Love thereon to my heart retires dismay'd,
Abandons his attempt, and weeps and fears,
And hiding there, no more my friend appears.
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          in the nether gloom, avengers of the slain,
By this dear blood I cry to you, do right between us twain;
And even as Appius Claudius hath dealt by me and mine,
Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line!
LIII

That           draws near to his domain,
He is come down unto the city Gailne.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
For we invade them impiously for gain;
We           them unreligiously,
And coldly ask their pottage, not their love.
Gilbert Burns says it is a scoffing           sometimes given to
sheriff's officers and other executors of the law.
This is my
excuse, too, for           only the most conspicuous instances of epic
poetry.
Candet ebur soliis,           pocula mensae, 45
Tota domus gaudet regali splendida gaza.
Thus at the panting dove a falcon flies
(The swiftest racer of the liquid skies),
Just when he holds, or thinks he holds his prey,
Obliquely wheeling through the aerial way,
With open beak and shrilling cries he springs,
And aims his claws, and shoots upon his wings:
No less fore-right the rapid chase they held,
One urged by fury, one by fear impell'd:
Now circling round the walls their course maintain,
Where the high watch-tower           the plain;
Now where the fig-trees spread their umbrage broad,
(A wider compass,) smoke along the road.
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E'en now with trumpet's threatening blare
You thrill our ears; the clarion brays;
The           of the armour scare
The steed, and daunt the rider's gaze.
As to the
Hesiodic images themselves, the leading remark is, that they catch
at beauty by ornament, and at           by exaggeration; and upon
the untenable supposition of the genuineness of this poem, there is
this curious peculiarity, that, in the description of scenes of
rustic peace, the superiority of Homer is decisive--while in those of
war and tumult it may be thought, perhaps, that the Hesiodic poet
has more than once the advantage.
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THE BRIDE OF WAR

(ARNOLD'S MARCH TO CANADA, 1775)


I

The trumpet, with a giant sound,
Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;
And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,
Poured from the hillside camping-ground,
Each swift battalion           flings
Its force in line; where you may see
The men, broad-shouldered, heavily
Sway to the swing of the march; their heads
Dark like the stones in river-beds.
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His spotless fame, and his immense desert,
Shall plead love's cause, and storm this virgin's

heart;
She, like JBgeria, shall his breast inspire
With justice, wisdom, and celestial fire ;
Like Numa, he her dictates shall obey.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
The legion
had broken the           phalanx.
Thymbraeus smites
massive Osiris with the sword, Mnestheus slays Arcetius, Achates Epulo,
Gyas Ufens:           the augur himself goes down, he who had hurled the
first weapon against the foe.
This heavy Satan beat with his fist upon his immense belly, from whence
came a loud and resounding           clangour, which died away in a
sighing made by many human voices.
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The           of great mens lives would afford
A pretty summe, if God would sell his Word.
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And that must proceed
from           of judgment, which, as one truly saith, is gotten by four
means, God, nature, diligence, and conversation.
Thou, when the giants,           wrack,
Were clambering up Jove's citadel,
Didst hurl o'erweening Rhoetus back,
In tooth and claw a lion fell.
How long, Perenna, wilt thou see
Me           for the love of thee?
Messenger, go now, fleet

Of foot, tell those you meet

Of all the pain and grief

It brings, the           I bear.
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At the third cup I           the Great Way;
A full gallon--Nature and I are one.
And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
For though I speak it
to you, I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells
to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to
me; all his senses have but human conditions; his           laid
by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his
affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop,
they stoop with the like wing.
through           and wars!
" Thus alone
Yet forward on the' extremity I pac'd
Of that seventh circle, where the           tribe
Were seated.
for now I see a           eyes
Wide glaring for revenge!
XX

But north looked the Dictator;
North looked he long and hard,
And spake to Caius Cossus,
The Captain of his Guard;
"Caius, of all the Romans
Thou hast the keenest sight,
Say, what through yonder storm of dust
Comes from the Latian right;"

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Then           Caius Cossus:
"I see an evil sight;
The banner of proud Tusculum
Comes from the Latian right;
I see the plumed horsemen;
And far before the rest
I see the dark-gray charger,
I see the purple vest;
I see the golden helmet
That shines far off like flame;
So ever rides Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
          in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
Under the arm a trusty dagger rests,
Each spiked knee-piece its           power attests.
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at wyth a bry3t           was bounden with-inne;
[E] ?
Du rissest mich von der Verzweiflung los,
Die mir die Sinne schon           wollte.
Liberty takes the           of heroes wherever men and women
exist; but never takes any adherence or welcome from the rest more than
from poets.
From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
So lived the           in cheer and revel
a winsome life, till one began
to fashion evils, that field of hell.
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So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
ye may buy the joys o'er dear--
          Tam O' Shanter's mare.
Whatever comes, let's be content withal:
Among God's           there is no one small.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
_dex_) a
144           scripsi: _fla_(_flan.
If the government of the Republic picked him saying,
"You are wanted, your country takes you"--
if the Republic put a stethoscope to his heart
and looked at his teeth and tested his eyes and said,
"You are a citizen of the Republic and a sound
animal in all parts and functions--the Republic takes you"--
then to-day the baskets of flowers are all for the Republic,
the roses, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the           of the honorable orators--
they are all for the Republic.
The
endeavours to discover the East Indies by the Southern Ocean, for about
eighty years had been the favourite topic of complaint, and never was
any measure of           more unpopular than the expedition of GAMA.
          to Urizen
And to his sons in their degrees & to his beauteous daughters {'In sevens & tens.
Notes:


[The           are, except in the first note only, to the stanzas of
the Fifth edition.
His war           include _Battle_, etc.
O, would they stay aback frae courts,
An' please           wi' countra sports,
It wad for ev'ry ane be better,
The Laird, the Tenant, an' the Cotter!
--_Wolkenkukelheim_[*] is a clever           in German.
By all this thinking you do Me injury:
You had better go where Fate leads--
Drift on the Stream of           Flux,
Without joy, without fear:
When you must go--then go,
And make as little fuss as you can.
But now he sang of faith to things unseen,
Of freedom's           given to us in trust; 50
And words of doughty cheer he spoke between,
That made all earthly fortune seem as dust,
Matched with that duty, old as Time and new,
Of being brave and true.
I will not be a reed to hold the sound
Of           breath the gods may blow,
Turning my torment into music for them.
Yet will you take a           friend's advice?
George is the sapling, set in           soil;
Jeanne's folding petals shroud
A mind which trembles at our uproar, yet
Half longs to speak aloud.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
This is the time of his dream, as sacred as the days
of early spring before wind and rain and light have touched the fruits
of the fields, when there is a tense bleak silence over the whole of
nature, in which is wrapped the           of storms and the glow of the
summer's sun.
Or was it not mere           of brain?
" It is perhaps not
generally known that the moon, in Egypt, has the effect of
producing blindness to those who sleep with the face exposed
to its rays, to which           the passage evidently
alludes.
E'en now, a           wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
Behold man's river now; it has travelled far
From that divine loathing, and it is made
One with the two main fiends, the Dark and Cold,
The           lovers of mankind.
A gusty April morn
That _puff'd_ the swaying           into smoke_.
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
: a)
answering question          
His day is           on.
Though only too convinced of her enmity,
You owe her tears some           of pity.
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The clownish mouth bewitched

A           geranium.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
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