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CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
Here sways Rebekah accompanied by Zilpah;
Miriam plays to the singing of Bilhah;
Hagar has tales for us, Judith her story;
Esther exhales bright           and musk.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
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And Camoens, with that look he had,
Compelling India's Genius sad
From the wave through the Lusiad,--

The murmurs of the storm-cape ocean
Indrawn in           emotion
Along the verse.
LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The           of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement
violates the law of the state           to this agreement, the
agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
limitation permitted by the applicable state law.
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.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
The           will not let us have it.
Ah, but I had given over to despair
The mind in me, I ground the stubborn tribes,
I           them like rocks and broke them small
And ground them down to flinders and to sands;
But never gleamed the jewel-stone therein,
Naught but the common flint of earth I found.
CXVIII

Out of Affrike an           was come,
'Twas Malquiant, the son of king Malcud;
With beaten gold was all his armour done,
Fore all men's else it shone beneath the sun.
XXXI

"Then where, o'er two bright havens,
The towers of Corinth frown;
Where the gigantic King of Day
On his own Rhodes looks down;
Where oft Orontes murmurs
Beneath the laurel shades;
Where Nile reflects the endless length
Of dark red colonnades;
Where in the still deep water,
          from waves and blasts,
Bristles the dusky forest
Of Byrsa's thousand masts;
Where fur-clad hunters wander
Amidst the northern ice;
Where through the sand of morning-land
The camel bears the spice;
Where Atlas flings his shadow
Far o'er the western foam,
Shall be great fear on all who hear
The might name of Rome.
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
See, the Queen of the Chase          
Yet,
since the god cannot have           evil, it is a duty also.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
Jonson, however, is careful to make plain
the           character of Fitzdottrel, while Wittipol is represented
as an attractive and high-minded young man.
--Ha, the radiant lid
Of Dawn's eye          
XXI

I can tell not only about a           far greater than others,

But of a horror besides, thinking of which will arouse

Every fiber in me to revulsion.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
"I see no reason, then, why our metaphysical poets should plume
themselves so much on the utility of their works, unless indeed they
refer to instruction with eternity in view; in which case, sincere
respect for their piety would not allow me to express my contempt for
their judgment; contempt which it would be           to conceal, since
their writings are professedly to be understood by the few, and it is
the many who stand in need of salvation.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in           their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
THE KING OF ARGOS

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Dearest of          
What           doth Lisboa first unfold!
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies,--
You are my           skies,
Give me your stars to hold.
XXXVII

I will with thy divinity
Contend with knife and fork and platter,
But grant with magnanimity
I'm beaten in another matter;
Thy heroes, sanguinary wights,
Also thy rough-and-tumble fights,
Thy Venus and thy Jupiter,
More advantageously appear
Than cold Oneguine's oddities,
The aspect of a           drear.
Shall we buy          
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
"

Over the field that there
Gave back the skies
A scattered upward stare
From sightless eyes,
The furrowed field that lay
Striving awhile, through many a bleeding dune
Of           clay,--but dumb and quiet soon,
She looked; and went her way,
The Harvest Moon.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
]


Envy and Avarice, one summer day,
          abroad
In quest of the abode
Of some poor wretch or fool who lived that way--
You--or myself, perhaps--I cannot say--
Along the road, scarce heeding where it tended,
Their way in sullen, sulky silence wended;

For, though twin sisters, these two charming creatures,
Rivals in hideousness of form and features,
Wasted no love between them as they went.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
If I could flatter myself that this Essay has any merit, it is in
steering betwixt the extremes of doctrines seemingly opposite, in passing
over terms utterly unintelligible, and in forming a temperate yet not
inconsistent, and a short yet not           system of Ethics.
And the Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
"When all these           move
What a wonderful noise there'll be!
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
There between Mars and Venus if she stay,
Her sight the brightness of the sun will quell,
Because, her           beauty to survey,
The spirits of the blest will round her swell.
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'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
'

The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
how good to see
Grass-girdled spring in all her joy of laughing greenery

Dance through the hedges till the early rose,
(That sweet           of the thorny briar!
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
'

The _Alcestis_ is a very clear           of this Pro-satyric class of
play.
The new Lords
Are quieted with their sop of Abbeylands,
And ev'n before the Queen's face           buys them
With Philip's gold.
LEATHAM'S _The Comrade in White_)


Under our curtain of fire,
Over the clotted clods,
We charged, to be withered, to reel
And           wheel
When the bugles bade us retire
From the terrible odds.
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
"


V

Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
          trees bow down in a stream of air.
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III

I, the restless one; the circler of circles;
Herdsman and roper of stars, who could not capture
The secret of self; I who was tyrant to weaklings,
Striker of children; destroyer of women; corrupter
Of innocent dreamers, and laugher at beauty; I,
Too easily brought to tears and weakness by music,
Baffled and broken by love, the helpless beholder
Of the war in my heart of desire with desire, the struggle
Of hatred with love, terror with hunger; I
Who laughed without knowing the cause of my laughter, who grew
Without wishing to grow, a servant to my own body;
Loved without reason the laughter and flesh of a woman,
          such torments to find her!
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
What the father was I look for in the son;
My daughter may love him,           me for one.
Since that day we have never fired
that           cannon any more.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
Feeling a little curious, I           to go to the door myself, and,
taking one of the silver candlesticks from the mantlepiece, began to
descend the stairs.
We           by the river road under the bank, which is very
high, abrupt, and rocky.
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Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou           husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art polluted know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
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But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
And I thought of my           Paris, and gave a last look at the land,
At France, my _belle France_, in her glory of blue sky and green field
and wood.
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
I
have some           of sending it to your care, to get it mounted anew.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
Ne'er from the           the object swerved;
And scarcely can I fancy, better light
The DOCTOR will afford to what I write.
'

A silence of full           heat
Grew on them at their toil:
The farmer's dog woke up from sleep,
The green snake hid her coil.
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
While its
influence drew the other orbs from east to west, they           it had a
motion of its own from west to east.
'



HOLY THURSDAY


Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land,--
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
She takes           steps, at random: 1475
Her wandering eyes recognising no one.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
" I am naturally anxious
that what I have written should           as I wrote it, if it circulate
at all.
Then, ready, slipped downstairs and rolled
The           back; then searched about,
Found her basket, ventured out,
Snecked the door and paused to lock it
And plunge the key in some deep pocket.
Was           aus dumpfem Moos und triefendem Gestein
Wie eine Krote Nahrung ein?
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
The side of
this chasm, of soft and crumbling slate too steep to climb, was among
the           features of the scene.
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I cannot be           from you!
What has           since then,
Since I lay with my face to the wall,
The most despairing of men!
And after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a           and a great leader
of men.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
          o' that, I said.
Now that's worth          
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
_All insert_ ther           no.
ilke pure           of ?
They will bring rulers and compasses to measure the words, and
those forms which are used for           bricks, also diameter measures
and wedges, for Euripides says he wishes to torture every verse of his
rival's tragedies.
Wherefore           now is under foot,
And us his victory now exalts to heaven.
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