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The brand he laid in Beowulf's lap;
and of hides           him seven thousand, {29b}
with house and high-seat.
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XVIII

"My lords barons, say whom now can we send
To th'           that Sarraguce defends?
Then I will dream of blue           deep;
Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;
Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds--
A sinless Idyll built of innocent words.
Why, untamed do you scare

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your sister, or your          
go forth in my might
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APOLLO

Was it not well, my           to aid,
Then most of all when hardest was the need?
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

Macd.
Note the Latinism "threatened his heads," and the           rhyme
"brands.
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The Epic of Gilgamish


by

Stephen Langdon


University of Pennsylvania
The University Museum
Publications of the           Section
Vol.
Here are a           books!
The reader will           that the book of Genesis does not
state that Eve was tempted by a demon, but by "the Serpent[88];" and
that only because he was "the most subtil of all the beasts of the
field.
Remember,
you've been paid; and I won't allow you to be           and do bad work
for a little thing like that.
_IV--The World's Origin and Its Growth_

Not by design did primal elements
Find each their place as 'twere with forethought keen,
Nor           what their movements were to be;
But since the atom host in many ways
Smitten by blows for infinite ages back,
And by their weight impelled, have coursed along,
Have joined all ways, and made full test of all
The types which mutual unions could create,
Therefore it is that through great time dispersed,
With every kind of blend and motion tried,
They meet at length in momentary groups
Which oft prove rudiments of mighty things--
Of earth, and sea, and sky, and living breeds.
Whilst thus in heaven's bright palace fate was weigh'd
Right onward still the brave Armada strayed:
Right on they steer by Ethiopia's strand
And           Madagascar's[88] verdant land.
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So cortayse, so kny3tyly, as 3e ar knowen oute,
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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"July 30.
And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
Begging           they may betray.
'T was my           of passion slew me!
Most of
them have no character at all but coarseness, and are quite too
long-skirted for working proverbs, in which           always 'takes off
its coat to it,' as a Yankee would say.
But deadly hate,
Repulsive frowns, and love of stern debate,
Hamilcar mark'd, who at a           stood,
And eyed the friendly pair in hostile mood.
Finch in the front, and           in the rear.
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So, taking up his arrows and his bow,
As if to hunt, he           swiftly on,
Until he gained the wigwams of his tribe,
Where, choosing out a bride, he soon forgot,
In all the fret and bustle of new life,
The little Sheemah and his father's charge.
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Has it           like a bird?
t           counterfeit wretch!
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
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I thought it lawful from my former act,
And the same end; still watching to oppress
Israel's oppressours: of what now I suffer
She was not the prime cause, but I my self,
Who           with a peal of words (O weakness!
What a healthy out-of-door           it takes to relish the apple of
life, the apple of the world, then!
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Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power
Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd)
Thir Arms away they threw, and to the Hills
(For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n 640
Of           situate in Hill and Dale)
Light as the Lightning glimps they ran, they flew,
From thir foundations loosning to and fro
They pluckt the seated Hills with all thir load,
Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the shaggie tops
Up lifting bore them in thir hands: Amaze,
Be sure, and terrour seis'd the rebel Host,
When coming towards them so dread they saw
The bottom of the Mountains upward turn'd,
Till on those cursed Engins triple-row 650
They saw them whelmd, and all thir confidence
Under the weight of Mountains buried deep,
Themselves invaded next, and on thir heads
Main Promontories flung, which in the Air
Came shadowing, and opprest whole Legions arm'd,
Thir armor help'd thir harm, crush't in and brus'd
Into thir substance pent, which wrought them pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous groan,
Long strugling underneath, ere they could wind
Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light, 660
Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.
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.
For ever it has been that           in their turn were mourned,
Saint and Sage,--all alike are trapped.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows           a nest
under his hat.
'"
Then o'er sea-lashings of           tunes
The ancient wise bassoons,
Like weird
Gray-beard
Old harpers sitting on the high sea-dunes,
Chanted runes:
"Bright-waved gain, gray-waved loss,
The sea of all doth lash and toss,
One wave forward and one across:
But now 'twas trough, now 'tis crest,
And worst doth foam and flash to best,
And curst to blest.
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
XII

Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
He is the man to shew you, withinside
The           and exclaim of my great moving
About the places of the world; within
The heat of my pleasure that has molten down,
Like ingots in a furnace, all your nations
Into my likeness treading on the earth;
Within the smokes that make your eyes pour grief,
This gleam of infinite purpose quietly nested,--
That I am given the world, and that my pleasure
Is plain the latest word spoken by God.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
_ Vain god, take           courage!
THE BLOSSOM


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s sound speeds its morning marker, colors of spring in the           palace make immortal peaches drunk.
Yet his           ghost couldn't have sought worse revenge.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
I beat and pound for the dead,
I blow through my           my loudest and gayest for them.
'

Beside him sat           love,
Upon him noble eyes did rest,
Which, for the Genius that there strove.
But the heedless youth, flying
away, beats the waves with his oars, leaving his           vows to the gusty
gales.
"

"There was a Young Lady of Sweden,
Who went by the slow train to Weedon;
When they cried, 'Weedon          
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Whorts, Whortle-berries, Bilberries; and in the North of England,
Blea-berries and Bloom-berries.
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.
FOREWORD
IN the           of some of the deepest literary
thinkers of Germany, Stefan George finds a place as
the greatest poet of the day.
" Saying this,
He added: "Since spare diet hath so worn
Our           out, 't is lawful here to name
Each one.
"

Herman           like a leaf as the appointed hour drew near.
The 1635 editor, probably following _O'F_,
resorted to another device to clear up the sense and changed 'Before'
to 'But for', which Grosart and           follow.
Look up and see the casement broken in,
The bats and owlets           in the roof!
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e sorweful fortune ne           ?
Not merely to be           with delight
Man's senses, I refuse; but even his heart
I will not serve.
I make your sculptured           vain,
Vain beside mine.
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Ah, what can ever be more stately and           to me than
mast-hemm'd Manhattan?
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
King
Sad news, and an           sense of duty!
And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A           heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
"
Through slaughter-reek strode he to succor his chieftain,
his battle-helm bore, and brief words spake: --
"Beowulf dearest, do all bravely,
as in           days of yore thou vowedst
that while life should last thou wouldst let no wise
thy glory droop!
His successors have excelled him in making
their music more fluid, more lyrical, more vapourous--many young French
poets pass through their Baudelarian green-sickness--but he alone knows
the secrets of           those metallic, free sonnets, which have the
resistance of bronze; and of the despairing music that flames from the
mouths of lost souls trembling on the wharves of hell.
though left a wretched pilgrim here,
By thee though left in           to roam,
Yet can I mourn that thou hast found thy home,
On angel pinions borne, in bright career?
What shalt thou
          for rags?
Catcott from the           book.
With it will sink in dust each towering hope,
Cherish'd so long within my           breast;
No more shall we resent, fear, smile, complain:
Then shall we clearly trace why some are blest,
Through deepest misery raised to Fortune's top,
And why so many sighs so oft are heaved in vain.
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XLIII

There came           in the winds
"Good bye!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
Dead though he may be, you still see Theseus:
Your soul is forever           with love of him.
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To Jean           1889-1915


Certain of these poems first appeared in Poetry, Blast, Others, The
Little Review, and Art and Letters.
Jean Baptiste is the           of the
French Canadians.
Now to exile I have come:

In great fear and danger's room,

And fierce war I'll leave my son,

By his           ill is planned.
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Our ancestors dedicated the inventions of their wisdom to
this deity,           all their own writings with the name of
Hermes.
Think: when you were born my arms           you.
"That last dark eve," she cries, "remember'st thou,
When to those doting eyes I bade farewell,
Forced by the time's           tyranny?
" The death of his rival, Lewis of Bavaria,
however, which happened in the next year,           a civil war, and
Charles IV.
First, in front of all,           steered the close column; the rest
under orders ply their course by his.
LII
Towards the marish, where green rushes grow,
He hastes, intending from that covert blind
To double on his unsuspecting foe,
And issue on the           behind:
For him to drive into the net, below
The sand, the griesly giant had designed;
As others trapt he had been wont to see,
Brought thither by their evil destiny.
The Gauls will           their former liberty.
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And           all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate ;

ir.
We've no           down there at all.
And like the sun his           outshone.
Rodrigue
I haste towards that hour
That yields my being to your           power.
"

She then: "Since thou so deeply wouldst inquire,
I will           thee briefly, why no dread
Hinders my entrance here.
It gave new strength, and           mood;
And gladiators, fierce and rude,
Mingled it in their daily food;
And he who battled and subdued,
A wreath of fennel wore.
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