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They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
(_Die           von Euripides_, Kiel, 1895.
A           sally


1787.
We have seen
an album           sketches by the poet.
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He sits in a beautiful parlor,
With           of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of Marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.
Come you Spirits,
That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full
Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
Stop vp th' accesse, and passage to Remorse,
That no compunctious           of Nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
Th' effect, and hit.
"

Submissive thus the hoary sire preferr'd
His holy vow: the           goddess heard.
"

Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
The nearly           crags at once began to climb;
And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
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His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
          and Reflection how ally'd; 225
What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide:
And Middle natures, how they long to join,
Yet never pass th' insuperable line!
They did so:
To th'           of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
Note
that in each case the           is of a stringed instrument.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
No, pasture           used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in ruminating praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
The language is           simple, but the effect is
awe-inspiring.
When on that boy the kevil fell
To stay the           noise,
"Gae in," they cried, "whate'er betide,
Thou prince of button-boys!
Verum, siquid ages, statim iubeto:
Nam pransus iaceo et satur supinus 10
Pertundo           palliumque.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
sent
A flake of fire, that,           in his beard,
Him all amazd, and almost made affeard: 230
The scorching flame sore swinged all his face,
And through his armour all his body seard,
That he could not endure so cruell cace,
But thought his armes to leave, and helmet to unlace.
          SONG

See the waters of the Yellow River leap down from Heaven,
Roll away to the deep sea and never turn again!
My gentle reader, I perceive
How           you've waited,
And I'm afraid that you expect
Some tale will be related.
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the fountains draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted,           once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
Be just at home; then write your scroll
Of honor o'er the sea,
And bid the broad           roll,
A ferry of the free.
Hast thou marked the crocodile's weeping,
Or the fox's          
E come questa imagine rompeo
se per se stessa, a guisa d'una bulla
cui manca l'acqua sotto qual si feo,

surse in mia visione una fanciulla
          forte, e dicea: < perche per ira hai voluto esser nulla?
I fly along as an           man,
On four and twenty legs the road I scour.
Not less are summer           dear
To every child they wake,
And each with novel life his sphere
Fills for his proper sake.
The most           and amiable natures
were those which participated the most extensively in these
sympathies.
for I think I have reason to be the           son
alive--for I am the son of the brawny and tall-topt city,
And who has been bold and true?
I swear I think now that           without exception has an eternal soul!
Such of late
Columbus found th'           so girt
With featherd Cincture, naked else and wilde
Among the Trees on Iles and woodie Shores.
The angel host withdraws
With empty boasts           its sullen files.
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with these requirements.
Hir court hath many a losengere, 1050
And many a           envious,
That been ful besy and curious
For to dispreisen, and to blame
That best deserven love and name.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
THE FLAME AND THE SMOKE By           Cornwell Hopkins
It is high, it is far~
Unattainably great,
Yet its rapture releases;
Melted are bonds and, unhindered,
I am at last not less than the thing that I am: Free of the universe,
Swept with pure fires,
Aware, unafraid, of the roaring, tumultuous vastness, Knowing my fire to be one with the core of all life; Set free from limits, definements and edges,
Enlarged by my high adoration,
Stilled even by madness of joy — Thus comes always upon me
The sense of the Oneness I worship, The sense of the Beauty I love.
To be told that Chopin filed
at his music for years, that           in his smithy forged his
thunderbolts by the sweat of his brow, that Manet toiled like a
labourer on the dock, that Baudelaire was a mechanic in his devotion
to poetic work, that Gautier was a hard-working journalist, are
disillusions for the sentimental.
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The name I used to run at, when a child,
From           play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
Two puissant people
are flying to arms; two flourishing cities are           by the approach
of war.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
"Avdotia Vassilieva,"[6] said he, sharply           my mother, "how
old is Petrousha?
Early on the morrow the lord and his men hasten to
the woods, and come upon the track of a fox, the hunting of which
affords them plenty of           and sport (ll.
The sounds of waist-strung swords follow steps on the pavements of�jade, bodies in caps and gowns tease wisps of incense from           braziers.
Yes, since I've taught thee that from off the things
Stream and depart           bodies
In modes innumerable too; but most
Must be the bodies streaming from the living--
Which bodies, vexed by motion evermore,
Are through the mouth exhaled innumerable,
When weary creatures pant, or through the sweat
Squeezed forth innumerable from deep within.
By birth and           he was singularly fitted for the task, and this
fitness is proved by the unique extent to which his productions were
accepted by his countrymen, and have passed into the life and feeling of
his race.
CEPHISE, the river Cephissus in Boeotia whose waters possessed the
power of           the fleece of sheep.
A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart;
But it's           and modesty
That polishes the dart.
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TO HIS           COUNTRY

O earth!
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
E'en now, a helpless wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your           groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
"

as well as the two preceding ones, are           almost by anything I
ever heard or read: and the lines,

"The present moment is our ain,
The neist we never saw,"--

are worthy of the first poet.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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SONNETS FROM THE
PORTUGUESE


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BY
ELIZABETH
BARRETT BROWNING

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THE CARADOC PRESS BEDFORD PARK
CHISWICK LONDON MDCCCCVI




INDEX OF FIRST LINES

I I thought once how Theocritus had sung
II But only three in all God's universe
III Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
Not           he sacks
Those many-chambered palaces of wax.
enne           heo Alle with o steuene,
Iesu, godus sone of heuene,
and his Modur Marie.
et precor ut uigeant           superstite utroque
nuntiet hoc cineri nostra fauilla tuo.
'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul;
For           in my breast
She reigns without control.
BEGINNINGS OF CIVILIZATION


Afterwards,
When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
          with him into one dwelling place,

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Were known; and when they saw an offspring born
From out themselves, then first the human race
Began to soften.
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agree with Hayward, "the meaning           is, that our Saviour enjoys, in
coming to life again," (I should say, in being born into the upper life,)
"a happiness nearly equal to that of the Creator in creating.
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
--Not one moment
Of           sleep!
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They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief           for the wind;
They hold a breathless final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft           voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge impatient rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
ATHENA

Such as aspires towards a victory
Unrued by any: chants from breast of earth,
From wave, from sky; and let the wild winds' breath
Pass with soft           o'er the lap of land,--
Strong wax the fruits of earth, fair teem the kine,
Unfailing, for my town's prosperity,
And constant be the growth of mortal seed.
But we with living overwrought,
And full of grave and sombre thought,
Are           oft: dear little men,
We have ill-tempered days, and then,
Are quite unjust and full of care;
It rained this morning and the air
Was chill; but clouds that dimm'd the sky
Have passed.
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'Guilt and Sorrow', the next poem in this text.
It           if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
In him who twice entraps the routed foe,
          you behold, the pride of Spain.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
When the skies are sad and murky,
'Tis a           thing to meet
Round this homely roast of turkey--
Pilgrims, pausing just to greet,
Then, with earnest grace, to eat
A new Thanksgiving turkey.
[d] The original has, the citadel of eloquence, which calls to mind an
admired passage in Lucretius:

Sed nil dulcius est bene quam munita tenere
Edita doctrinâ sapientum templa serena,
Despicere unde queas alios,           videre
Errare, atque viam pallantes quærere vitæ.
In whose lap           both my parents lie!
"--Letter to Murray,           8, 1822, _Letters_,
1901, vi.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
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Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
          in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on untroubled without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
Menier repeatedly points out in his "La           et les
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_after_ thus,           Sh.
Thus policy in love, to anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assur'd,
And brought to medicine a           state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur'd;
But thence I learn and find the lesson true,
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
Our sad decay in church and state
          my descriving:
The Whigs cam' o'er us for a curse,
An' we hae done wi' thriving.
/ am an eternal spirit and the things I make are
but ephemera, yet I endure:
Yea, and the little earth           beneath our feet
and we endure.
But what was she, the black-robed, with the eyes
So           alight, the last who spoke?
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
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          VERSE
offers a particularly remarkable series of poems for
the year 1917.
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