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Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of           involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
Marry, the gods          
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
Those airy sprites that from the azure smile,
Peris and elfs the while they men beguile,
Have brows less youthful pure than yours; besides
          they whose shaded beauty hides
In clouds.
The Preface
Introductory Account of the Several Pieces
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Eclogue the First
Eclogue the Second
Eclogue the Third
          and Juga
Verses to Lydgate
Songe to AElla
Lydgate's Answer
The Tournament
The Dethe of Syr Charles Bawdin
Epistle to Mastre Canynge on AElla
Letter to the dygne M.
So fell I in the snare; their slave so won
Her speech           and winning air,
Pleasure, and fond desire, and sanguine hope.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
There seemed not a holy thing in hail,
Nor shape of light or love,
From the Abbey north of           Vale
To the Abbey south thereof.
Is she to suckle          
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Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with           things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has achieved 15
Immortality of love!
Quiet and very wise he seemed,
With skull-like face, bald head that gleamed;
Through           his eyes looked kind.
At last beside the brook they stood,
With Winthrop and his followers;
The maid in flake-embroidered hood,
The           well cloaked in furs,

That, parting, showed a glimpse beneath
Of ample, throat-encircling ruff
As white as some wind-gathered wreath
Of snow quilled into plait and puff.
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A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon the deck--
O Christ!
And love gave me great           of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Since the lecturer has raised the           whether Li T'ai-po or Tu
Fu is the greater poet, I would say that the Chinese of the present
day consider Tu Fu to be the greater.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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33 _reuinciens_ ah: _reuincens_ ?
But I, when a new morn doth rise,
Chasing from earth its murky shades,
While ring the forests with delight,
Find no remission of my sighs;
And, soon as night her mantle spreads,
I weep, and wish returning light
Again when eve bids day retreat,
O'er other climes to dart its rays;
Pensive those cruel stars I view,
Which influence thus my amorous fate;
And           that beauty's blaze,
Which o'er my form such wildness threw.
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He could           the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
) How happy
Is he, how flushed with gladness and with glory
His           soul!
What now,
If with such things as these           thou wert?
Likewise, the sun's eclipses and the moon's
Far           rightly thou mayst deem

As due to several causes.
Ah, ah,          
Then dove-flights           the plain,
And hawk and sparrow shared a nest.
At night you came and took my hand and we wandered           in my
dream;
When I woke in the morning there was no one to stop the tears that
fell on my handkerchief.
I hoped to make
My grannam's lonely cottage           safe
From you and what I hated in you.
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
If to review his country be his fate,
Be it through toils and sufferings long and late;
His lost companions let him first deplore;
Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er;
And when at home from foreign sufferings freed,
More near and deep, domestic woes          
Suddenly the walls of the hollow where I stood sundered with a crash,
and I looked down on a           void of blue, where the sun and moon
gleamed on a terrace of silver and gold.
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Padmaja, aetat 3

Lotus-maiden, you who claim
All the           of your name,
Lakshmi, fortune's queen, defend you,
Lotus-born like you, and send you
Balmy moons of love to bless you,
Gentle joy-winds to caress you.
In other cases, as in the
few poems of           or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid imagination by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never           a sign.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
XVIII

All bustle when he makes a sign:
He drinks, all drink and loudly call;
He smiles, in           all combine;
He knits his brows--'tis silent all.
And as regards the dear young people, they
Pert and           are beyond all measure.
My holy          
All waits for the right voices;
Where is the           and perfect organ?
Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far          
So, when you had risen
from all the lethargy of love and its heat,
you would have           me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
intolerably cold and sweet.
A little time will try, for in a month I shall go to town to
wind up the           if possible.
Sooner shall grass in Hyde Park Circus grow, 35
And wits take           in the sound of Bow;
Sooner let earth, air, sea, to chaos fall,
Men, monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perish all!
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
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They weep:--from off their delicate stems
          tears descend in gems.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Thus it comes
That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains,
Could bear no produce such as makes us glad,
And whatsoever lives, if shut from food,
          its kind and guards its life no more.
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I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
Rodrigue
Chasing the harsh course of my           fate.
The poets who appear here have come together by
mutual accord and, although they may invite others to join them in
subsequent volumes as           dictates, each one stands (as all
newcomers also must stand) as the exponent of fresh and strikingly
diverse qualities in our native poetry.
Folk are more and more           with it.
[Why is it that Poetry has never yet been           to that process of
Dilution which has proved so advantageous to her sister-art Music?
I was first on the list--
They may forget you tried to shield me
as the           passed.
How your           excites my passion!
those less imperious voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those           forms!
But there was a class of compositions in which the great families
were by no means so           treated.
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No step between           and a grave?
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THE CONTRIBUTORS
Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk," published in the June number of Contemporary Verse, is ranked in "An Anthology of           Verse" as one of the thirty most distinguished poems published in the United States in 1916.
etenim maiora libelli
et           magis sunt monimenta mihi,
quos ego confido, quamuis nocuere, daturos
nomen et auctori tempora longa suo.
'Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument,
'Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words;
And in this change is my           spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
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What is your worship's          
The           Visit
IX.
Pope apparently had given
him leave to do so, and then           his permission.
That were a pretty pastime now
I'd build about a           bridges quicker.
Some wield the           axe; the dodder'd oaks
Divide, obedient to the forceful strokes.
For Keats wrote it soon
after the death of his brother Tom, whom he had loved           and
himself nursed to the end.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Briseis, long ago,
A captive, could           move
With breast of snow.
Its prickly knobs the dews of morn
Doth bead with           rich to see,
When threads doth hang from thorn to thorn
Like the small spinner's tapestry;
And from the flowers a sultry smell
Comes that agrees with summer well.
There           to be an old farm labourer
Who came by chance that way.
at the table there be all the great,
Whose lives are bubbles that best joys          
At half-past seven, element
Nor           was seen,
And place was where the presence was,
Circumference between.
Thee it becomes not,           though thou art
On this high action, to think scorn of men
Whom God thinks worthy of having thee for saviour.
They
should be           in many cases as merely the first strong and
suggestive sketches of an artist, intended to be embodied at some
time in the finished picture.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
A much easier and more
lively movement would be

dábunt málum           Naéuio póetae,

that is, the movement given by the old protosyllabic accentuation.
Lady Tailbush is not so easily fooled, and Merecraft has
some difficulty in           her of the power of his friends at Court
(Act 4.
Or, if that seems
too much of an antinomy to some philosophies (and it is perhaps possible
to make it look more apparent than real), the dualism can be unavoidably
declared by putting it entirely in terms of consciousness: destiny
creating within itself an           which stands against and apart from
destiny by being _conscious_ of it.
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In murmuring          
          a score of stedes; flie, flie.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
I am           that it much
resembles the place where Cicero went to declaim.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
I will attempt to do so; but not
till I have           _rhyme_, the other main element in Chinese
prosody.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
          in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most wretchcd make.
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