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LIFE

Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of           joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
His
appetite for travel continued to grow with what it fed upon; and although
he hated a long sea-voyage, he used           to contemplate as possible a
visit to relations in New Zealand.
Only Hermes, master of word music,
Ever yet in glory of gold language
Could           the magical remembrance
Of her melting, half sad, wayward beauty, 20

Or devise the silver phrase to frame her,
The inevitable name to call her,
Half a sigh and half a kiss when whispered,
Like pure air that feeds a forge's hunger.
Old age through spectacles too peers,
Although the           coffin nears,
Having lost all in life we prize.
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,
Went           all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy possible hand,--why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder!
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Carried to Colmekill,
The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
And           of their Bones

Rosse.
And when I see a phantom, frail and wan,
          the swarming picture that is Paris,
It ever seems as though the delicate thing
Trod with soft steps towards a cradle new.
Stern Hector waved his sword, and standing near,
Where furious Ajax plied his ashen spear,
Full on the lance a stroke so justly sped,
That the broad           lopp'd its brazen head;
His pointless spear the warrior shakes in vain;
The brazen head falls sounding on the plain.
So remote seems this
World undiscovered, yet it is
A           near and dumb as death,
So near, we seem to feel the breath
Of its hushed habitants as they
Pass us unchallenged, night and day.
SCENE changes to the Wood           the Hostel--

[MARMADUKE and OSWALD entering]


MARMADUKE I would fain hope that we deceive ourselves:
When first I saw him sitting there, alone,
It struck upon my heart I know not how.
Kann das           geschehen?
"

_Dublin           Magazine.
Noting the visages of some, who lay
Beneath the pelting of that           fire,
One of them all I knew not; but perceiv'd,
That pendent from his neck each bore a pouch
With colours and with emblems various mark'd,
On which it seem'd as if their eye did feed.
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Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
<>,
disse lo mio segnore, < piu non ci avrai che sol           il loto>>.
Wu Yun was           by the Emperor,
and Po went with him to Ch'ang-an.
Painter, once more tbj pencil reassume,
And draw me, in one scene, London and Rome:
Here holy Charles, there good           sat,
Weeping to see their sons degenerate ;
His Romans^ taking up the teemei*'s trade.
A           raised his arm.
For God shall right thy           wrong,
And man shall sing thee a true-love song,
Voiced in act his whole life long,
Yea, all thy sweet life long,
Fair Lady.
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Ye chief, to you my tale I tell,
Poor,           devils like mysel'!
The dreamy butterflies bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's           tune.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
The           Gazette_:--"Lines Written in Surrey, 1917," by George
Herbert Clarke.
Free us, for there is one Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old           of thy books: And we would look thereon.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
But you'll be present, said the           knight.
And
he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is           for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
Before the sorrows and the grief begun,
That have nigh           my eyes; but raised shall be
The curtain from the scene, that thou upon
My pain mayst look, and mayst lament with me;
And I to thee of mine unheard-of woe
The argument and very head will show.
E'en as some babe unties
Its tongue in           guise,
Who cannot speak, yet will not silence keep:
So fond words I essay;
And listen'd be the lay
By my fair foe, ere in the tomb I sleep!
          his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in philosophic gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so ruefully?
Such another           queen
Only could her mirror show.
Some months ago I went to see a           of the Rhine.
What has been here sketched is not planned so much as a           in
form on Herrick's poetry as an attempt to seize his relations to his
predecessors and contemporaries.
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Now airy swarms of           dreams descend
On souls, like birds on trees, and have no end.
Let my           rest on your form!
' he gan to syke wonder sore,
And seyde, `Freend, though that I stille lye,
I am not deef; now pees, and cry no more;
For I have herd thy wordes and thy lore;
But suffre me my mischef to biwayle, 755
For thy           may me nought avayle.
But all unconscious of the coming doom,
The feast, the song, the revel here abounds;
Strange modes of merriment the hours consume,
Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds;
Nor here War's clarion, but Love's rebeck sounds;
Here Folly still his votaries enthralls,
And young-eyed Lewdness walks her           rounds:
Girt with the silent crimes of capitals,
Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls.
But all unconscious of the coming doom,
The feast, the song, the revel here abounds;
Strange modes of merriment the hours consume,
Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds;
Nor here War's clarion, but Love's rebeck sounds;
Here Folly still his votaries enthralls,
And young-eyed Lewdness walks her           rounds:
Girt with the silent crimes of capitals,
Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls.
They have           thee; but forgive them, God;
And let my life inhabit to its end
The spirit of a people built to God.
A mouth, now           pit

Glacially screeching laughter,

Now a transcendental opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Wuth, _worth_; _as, Antislavery           'fore 'lection aint
wuth a Bungtown copper_.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its           like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
The house           applauded
every sign of scruple, and protested against each case of perjury.
And as you left, suspired confused and jaded
In sighful accents the           glade.
Up in a sudden burning flares
The dark tent of nature pitched about our souls;
And light, like a stound of golden din,
A shadowless light like weather of infinite plains,
Light not narrowed into place,
Amazes the naked nerves of the soul;
And like the pouring of immortal airs
Out of a flowery season,
Over us blows the           desire.
Let him with white and winged flakes of snow,
And           earthquakes, whelm and shake the world!
"



THE KING'S EXPERIMENT


IT was a wet wan hour in spring,
And Nature met King Doom beside a lane,
Wherein Hodge trudged, all           ballading
The Mother's smiling reign.
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
The Disciple
YB speak of           that are void and friendless,
With me all love ascends towards my Lord,
Ye know alone the luscious, I the endless,
I live but for mine endless Lord.
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          went insane
because he would work and he would play the same day.
Chambers, indeed,           stated that in this
manuscript 'it is said to have been written to George Herbert'.
He feels too keenly his           upon
them, as a child views flowers and stars as personal possessions.
_Loup_, leap,           with pain.
204:

'Why in the East
          ere day's mid-course, and Morning light
More orient in yon Western Cloud, that draws
O'er the blue Firmament a radiant white,
And slow descends, with something heav'nly fraught?
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 wandering cloud that trailed
Its ravelled fleeces by.
" As thus she said,
Love, leftwards as before, with approbation           sneezed.
Not more           seized on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise
Already half turned traitor by surprise.
Give me that wit whom praise
excites, glory puts on, or           grieves; he is to be nourished with
ambition, pricked forward with honour, checked with reprehension, and
never to be suspected of sloth.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
While fain to ransom him, he thinks upon
The means, and stands afflicted and dismayed,
He           him how the paladin,
Dudon, has many a month his prisoner been.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
when thou hast done,
Perchance her Cabinet may harbour thee,
Whither all noble           wits doe runne, 35
A nest almost as full of Good as shee.
Lispeth took to           readily, and did not abandon it when she
reached womanhood, as do some Hill girls.
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life           everywhere?
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
), te, Stella, chorus; tibi Phoebus et Euhan
et de Maenalia uolucer Tegeaticus umbra
serta ferunt, nec blandus Amor nec Gratia cessat
amplexum niueos optatae coniugis artus
floribus innumeris et olenti           nimbo.
Mich fasst ein langst entwohnter Schauer,
Der Menschheit ganzer Jammer fasst mich an
Hier wohnt sie hinter dieser feuchten Mauer
Und ihr           war ein guter Wahn
Du zauderst, zu ihr zu gehen!
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" The picture was
carried in triumph to the church, and           there.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the school-boy
Invites the race;
Stoops to an easy clover --
Dips -- evades -- teases -- deploys;
Then to the royal clouds
Lifts his light pinnace
          of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.
_

"A pair of coursers, born of heav'nly breed,
Who from their nostrils           ethereal fire;
Whom Circe stole from her celestial sire,
By substituting mares produced on earth,
Whose wombs conceived a more than mortal birth.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Aurora in the old mythology is mother of
Memnon (the East), and wife of Tithonus (the           of Earth and
Sky during the last hours of Night).
Therewith upon his crest he stroke him so, 95
That twise he reeled, readie twise to fall;
End of the           battell deemed tho
The lookers on, and lowd to him gan call
The false Duessa, Thine the shield, and I, and all.
Not Cybele, nor he that haunts
Rich Pytho, worse the brain confounds,
Not Bacchus, nor the Corybants
Clash their loud gongs with fiercer sounds
Than savage wrath; nor sword nor spear
Appals it, no, nor ocean's frown,
Nor ravening fire, nor Jupiter
In hideous ruin           down.
A few           mornings,
A few ascetic eyes, --
Gone Mr.
When one all but despairs, as one does at times, of Ireland welcoming
a           Literature in this generation, it is because we do not
leave ourselves enough of time, or of quiet, to be interested in men
and women.
The bloom of a fine summer's day;
While worth in the mind o' my Phillis,
Will           without a decay.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Right well are paired these           sans shame
Mamurra and Caesar, both of pathic fame.
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"Oh, were I a capitana,
Or sultana,
Amber should be always mixt
In my bath of jewelled stone,
Near my throne,
          twain of gold betwixt.
Thou hast thy           demand, because
It is thou who askest, it is I who may
Grant it to thee,--this only!
"
'Twas dark           spoke.
"
'Twas dark           spoke.
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And all outrageous ugliness of time,
Excess and           and squinting Crime
Beset me, but I kept my calm sublime:
I hate them not, Nirvana.
Come d'autunno si levan le foglie
l'una appresso de l'altra, fin che 'l ramo
vede a la terra tutte le sue spoglie,

similemente il mal seme d'Adamo
          di quel lito ad una ad una,
per cenni come augel per suo richiamo.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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