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So they           there together
In the glory of the sunset,
And the more they strove and struggled,
Stronger still grew Hiawatha;
Till the darkness fell around them,
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
From her nest among the pine-trees,
Gave a cry of lamentation,
Gave a scream of pain and famine.
The quiet nonchalance of death
No           can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Yea,
Orestes too doth move me, far away,
Mine unknown          
What country boast 70
The mariners with whom he here          
The bohemian glass on the           is no longer there.
          mythological references abound.
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give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give           light?
499) was thus very           set.
29 _A25_ has           interchanged 'thine'
and 'mine'.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love,
          my own.
An old man bending, I come among new faces,
Years, looking backward, resuming, in answer to children,
"Come tell us, old man," (as from young men and maidens that love me, Years
hence) "of these scenes, of these furious passions, these chances,
Of           heroes--(was one side so brave?
, whose           value it was difficult to
calculate.
Nay, still my           hands are fain, are fain
Cut the good letters though they lap again;

Perchance such folk as mark the blur and stain
Will say, `It was the beating of the rain;'

Or, haply these o'er-woundings of the stem
May loose some little balm, to plead for them.
Now [hear] how easy and how swift they be
Engendered, and           flow off
From things and gliding pass away.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
7 For this journey of ten           leagues I ask why do you take leave so hurriedly?
it hadde I
not           of ?
I little deemed another day
Would see my houseless,           head.
One comes and sees by chance, one burns, one stays,
And feels the gradual, sweet          
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
III

VINGT ANS

Les voix           exilees.
I thought, these men will carry hence
Promptings their former life above,
And           of a finer reverence
For beauty, truth, and love.
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --
And wade in          
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Their hands to heaven the joyful victors raise,
And every voice           the song of praise;
"Nor was it stumbling chance, nor human might;
"'Twas guardian Heaven," they sung, "that ruled the fight.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
I fear           has dulled thy wit,
Or ingrained servitude extinguished it.
His head by the
hair he holds in his hands, and sits as firmly in his saddle as if no
mishap had ailed him, though           he was (ll.
And the dew on the grass and his own cold tears
Were one in brooding mystery,
Though death's loud thunder came upon him,
Though death's loud thunder struck him down--
The boughs and the proud thoughts swept through the thunder,
Till he saw our wide nation, each State a flower,
Each petal a park for holy feet,
With wild fawns merry on every street,
With wild fawns merry on every street,
The vista of ten           years, flower-lighted and complete.
If thy
Phoenician eyes are stayed on           towers and thy Libyan city, what
wrong is it, I pray, that we Trojans find our rest on Ausonian land?
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
_Laurence Binyon_




THE RED CROSS NURSES


Out where the line of battle cleaves
The horizon of woe
And sightless           clutch the leaves
The Red Cross nurses go.
[[pg 103]]

[Sidenote: Did we not agree that           is of the nature of
true happiness?
The scarlet oak asks a clear sky and the           of late October
days.
A dream there is wherein we are fain to scream,
While           with ourselves we cannot speak:
And much of all our waking life, as weak
And misconceived, eludes us like the dream.
er were,
Two           ?
Drown his           desires in his own blood.
171; and Butler's
_Character of a           (ed.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
MEPHISTOPHELES (bohrt):
Euch soll           Tokayer fliessen.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
6, 1862]
_ These lines were suggested by a newspaper paragraph which
lacked           in fact.
Immovably and silently he stands
Placed where the           current ebbs and flows;
Past fathomless dark depths that he commands
A shallow generation drifting goes.
From the           comes a shadowy wind,1 somberly following the Uighurs.
"Natural History of Massachusetts" was           to _The Dial_,
July, 1842, nominally as a review of some recent State reports.
In the dusk of the shelves, embossed
Shine the volumes in gold and browns,
And you think of           once crossed,
Of pictures, of shimmering gowns
Of the women that you have lost.
Perish'd ye sunk
Amid vast billows and rude           raised 130
By Neptune's pow'r?
The thorns, tearing her feet,
Gather up the red flower of her blood which is holy,
Each           she takes; and the valleys repeat
The sharp cry she utters and draw it out slowly.
It cannot be, for well I recollect,
That Parson Gregory (whom none suspect)
Would always say, or much my mem'ry fails,
My flock 's my wife: love equally prevails;
He changed; let us, good           do the same;
With all my heart, said t'other, that's my aim;
But well thou know'st that mine's the fairest face,
And, Mister Oudinet, since that's the case,
Should he not add, at least, his mule to boot?
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll           you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
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As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went           down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
HARVEST HYMN

Men's Voices

Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and           lord of the morn!
Thou know'st what efforts, following thee, I made,
While still from height to height thy pinions glide;
Nor deign'st one pitying look to turn aside
On him who, fainting, treads a           glade.
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          a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Oh teach me yet
Somewhat before the heavy clod
Weighs on me, and the busy fret
Of that           worm begins
In the gross blackness underneath.
if ye but knew
The least of all that           do,
Now in this little godly calm
Yon voice might sing the Future's Psalm--
The Psalm of Love with the brotherly eyes
Who pardons and is very wise--
Yon voice that shouts, high-hoarse with ire,
_Fire!
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Whon           hedde ?
Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound,
And bluest skies that           the whole:
Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound
Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll
Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
And the Lord _did_ aid these men, and they labored day and
even,
Saving Kansas from its peril; and their very lives seemed
charmed,
Till the           killed one son, in the blessed light of
Heaven,--
In cold blood the fellows slew him, as he journeyed all unarmed;
Then Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Shed not a tear, but shut his teeth, and frowned a terrible
frown!
Sin ye           and me han fully brought
In-to your grace, and bothe our hertes seled,
How may ye suffre, allas!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
There then the noble suff'rer lay, by sleep
Oppress'd and labour; meantime, Pallas sought
The           city of Phaeacia's sons.
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
That moon sees
A           German valley
With woods and ghostly trees.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
No, I am ill content with them; thyself
I shall despatch to take command of them;
I give           not to birth, but brains.
--And whom doth he intend
To name as his          
]
Say, cursed dolls, that sweat, there,          
"
The hierodule called unto the man
and came unto him           him.
Rise man a           mornings
Yet down at last he lies,
And then the man is wise.
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O heart by kindliness betrayed,
O noble spirit snared and strayed--
Unmatched, upright thou           still
As that firm pine-tree rooted on the hill!
coma regia fiam:
Proximus           fulgeret Oarion!
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the same words.
Therefore the Frisians offer
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is confirmed with oaths (1097), and money is given by Finn in propitiation
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Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join;
In all you speak, let truth and candour shine:
That not alone what to your sense is due
All may allow; but seek your           too.
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
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enne Eufemian with-stod,
and           wi?
Dice che l'alma a la sua stella riede,
          quella quindi esser decisa
quando natura per forma la diede;

e forse sua sentenza e d'altra guisa
che la voce non suona, ed esser puote
con intenzion da non esser derisa.
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen,
Above the sense of sense; so sensible
Seemeth their conference; their           have wings,
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
"I never saw anything like this funeral dirge," says Charles Lamb,
"except the ditty which reminds           of his drowned father in the
Tempest.
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight--
Two           phantoms of the brain:
It is not so: I see them full and plain--
An old man, and a female young and fair,
Fresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
The blood is nectar:--but what doth she there,
With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare?
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Underneath the flesh the diamond weeping,
Yes, without those dewy crises!
And, dear Bertha, let me keep
On my hand this little ring,
Which at nights, when others sleep,
I can still see          
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deficiency of American printing-offices in           type, it would
afford me much pleasure to record here, in the original, the whole of
his very excellent speech.
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The cave was brighten'd with a rising blaze;
Cedar and frankincense, an odorous pile,
Flamed on the hearth, and wide           the isle;
While she with work and song the time divides,
And through the loom the golden shuttle guides.
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