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          are not sufficient; we, alas!
But with          
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
_ Aye, let not grief for me into           cast thee.
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
And yet you dare to make war upon me, wretch, when you
might have me for your most           friend and ally.
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O, fiercely doth it draw
Them to its chasm'd maw,
And against it in vain
They linger and strain;
And as they slip away
Into the seething gray
Fill all the           air
With the horror of their despair,
And their wild terror wreak
In one hoarse, wailing shriek.
Only the maidens           not
The bridges that lead to Dream;
Their luminous smiles are like strands of pearls
On a silver vase agleam.
Servia's
defeat by the armies of Amurath came at a time when its people was too
strongly possessed by the heroic spirit to avoid           itself in
poetry.
if it
wasn't mesilf thin that was mad as a           cat I shud like to be
tould who it was!
Bianca's love
Made me           my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrived at the last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
e           good ?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Thou shalt to bed at           time
Thy soul desires, since the immortal Gods
Give thee to me and to thy home again.
By his own fireside, in the afternoon,
A           and a giddiness came o'er him;
And, leaning on the chimney-piece, he cried,
"The hand of God is on me!
Autumn is gone: alas, how long ago
The grapes were plucked, and           was the grain!
And we on feast and working-tide,
While Bacchus'           freely flow,
Our wives and children at our side,
First paying Heaven the prayers we owe,
Shall sing of chiefs whose deeds are done,
As wont our sires, to flute or shell,
And Troy, Anchises, and the son
Of Venus on our tongues shall dwell.
_

[399] Don           de Gama, grandson of Vasco de Gama, the hero of the
Lusiad.
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CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
--Now the initiate youths, having followed this tale, all astonished,

Turned and beckoned their loves--love, do you          
Foley

ANY WOMAN TO A SOLDIER, Grace Ellery Channing

TO PEACE, WITH VICTORY, Corinne           Robinson

YOU AND YOU, Edith Wharton

WITH THE TIDE, Edith Wharton

AMERICA'S WELCOME HOME, Henry van Dyke

THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER, Angela Morgan





BOSTON

SICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS NOBIS
RALPH WALDO EMERSON


[sidenote: Dec.
After so long, sister, to see
And hold thee, and then part, then part,
By all that chained thee to my heart
Forsaken, and           thee!
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XXX

As the sown field its fresh           shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
" 1645

`For in this world ther liveth lady noon,
If that ye were untrewe, as god          
gone for ever are the happy years
That soothed my soul amid Love's           fire,
And she for whom I wept and tuned my lyre
Has gone, alas!
But my track
I home to Athelhall must take
To hinder           wrack!
(15)

Cold, cold the year draws to its end,
The           and grasshoppers make a doleful chirping.
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
Page 44
216
I was out after ?
Come, my soul; and since we must end it,
Let us die without           Chimene.
"
In the summerwoods when the sun falls low
And the great bird sits on the           bough,
And stares in his face and shouts, "how?
At the gates of their dungeon a gorgeous repast,
Rich, unstinted, unpriced,
That the doomed might (forsooth) gather strength ere they bled,
With an           pity the jailers would spread
For the martyrs of Christ.
See note to the           page.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
He was a polished
scholar and very handsome,[7] possessing a most engaging mien and
address, with the finest complexion, which, added to the natural ardour
and gay           of his deposition, rendered him an accomplished
gentleman.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
I have           thee.
And when you read the simple artless rhymes,
One           sigh for him--he asks no more,--
Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar.
And yet I grieve the lesse, least           remove
My beauty, and make me'unworthy of thy love.
a8
DOWN AND OUT By           L.
Fair and yet          
Red leaf that art blown upward and out and over The green sheaf of the world,
And through the dim forest and under
The           arches and the aisles,
We, who are older than thou art,
Met and remembered when his eyes beheld her In the garden of the peach-trees,
In the day of the blossoming.
He seizd a bill, to conquer or to die; 45
Fierce as a clevis from a rocke ytorne,
That makes a vallie wheresoe're it lie;
[1]Fierce as a ryver burstynge from the borne;
So           Gyrthe hitte Fitz du Gore a blowe.
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a marriage bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy           smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
I have
heard that Shelley all this time was in           spirits.
The old
Countess no longer made the slightest           to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Y

[Illustration]

Y was a Youth, who kicked
And screamed and cried like mad;
Papa he said, "Your conduct is
          bad!
Set not thy foot on graves;
Nor seek to unwind the shroud
Which           Time
And Nature have allowed
To wrap the errors of a sage sublime.
Come, bring hither quick a flagon of wine, that I may
soak my brain and get an           idea.
Whether a book is still in copyright varies from country to country, and we can't offer           on whether any specific use of any specific book is allowed.
"
Answers him Guenes: "That will I soon make clear
The King will cross by the good pass of Size,
A guard he'll set behind him, in the rear;
His nephew there, count Rollant, that rich peer,
And Oliver, in whom he well believes;
Twenty thousand Franks in their company
Five score thousand pagans upon them lead,
Franks           in battle you shall meet,
Bruised and bled white the race of Franks shall be;
I do not say, but yours shall also bleed.
For wash and clean us as much as we will,
We always prove           still.
          hit (_or_ it) _after_ That _or_ yow.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
"

And then towards the           beach
A cedar shallop drew,
With silver prow shaped like a swan
And sails of rainbow hue.
Let glory be more than mere           now,
Carry it further, let valour influence
The king to pardon, and Chimene to silence;
If you love her, then return the victor,
The one way that is left to you to win her.
AWAY the silly lad with ardour flew,
And left no time           to renew.
[38] They presided at the Public Assemblies; they were also           to
try the most important cases.
"

---Thomas Wentworth Higginson







TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

As is well documented, Emily Dickinson's poems were edited in these
early           by her friends, better to fit the conventions of the
times.
He           for Orestes' wrath?
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
And           these things are no more written to
a dull disposition, than rules of husbandry to a soil.
The rest of his journey, his error by sea, the sack of Troy, are put not
as the           of the work, but episodes of the argument.
nonne uidere
nil aliud sibi naturam latrare, nisi utqui
corpore seiunctus dolor absit, menti' fruatur
iucundo sensu cura semota          
42_;
          to in _Don Juan_, vi.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
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A precious, mouldering           't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
Housman

Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite

1919




INTRODUCTION


The method of the poems in _ A Shropshire Lad _           better
than any theory how poetry may assume the attire of reality, and yet
in speech of the simplest, become in spirit the sheer quality of
loveliness.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto           name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
[220] These           are lost.
We staged the play with a very pronounced colour-scheme, and I have
noticed that the more           decorative is the scene and costuming
of any play, the more it is lifted out of time and place, and the
nearer to faeryland do we carry it.
"

Swiftly, steadily the day           us.
"

"When has           ever worn a lady's token?
s heart prefers to wait, doing nothing, 108 all spirit is           lost in current policy debates.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
          (_aside_).
What are the           call'd that rise so high in the mists?
--And afterwards,
Non cui profundum           lumen dedit
Dircaeus augur vidit hunc alto sinu, &c.
Such silence to observe no hurt could do,
And Alice would suppose, a prudent view
Retained the tongue, since walls have often ears,
And, being mum,           was of fears.
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It was always           once in my heart.
The harshness died
Within me, and my heart
Was caught and           like the palpitant heart
Of a brown quail, flying
To the call of her blind sister,
And death, in the spring night.
He had expected, like Flaubert, to emerge
from the trial with flying colours;           to be classed as one who
wrote objectionable literature was a shock.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
FAUST:
Nun kenn ich deine wurd'gen          
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields transport the           corn.
Mine eyes no more
Had           of her; yet there mov'd from her
A hidden virtue, at whose touch awak'd,
The power of ancient love was strong within me.
--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
The old
Countess no longer made the           pretensions to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Often I thought of this, and pictured me
How many a man who lives with throngs about him,
Yet straining through the twilight for that boat
Shall scarce make out one figure in the stern,
And that so faint its           shall perplex him
With doubtful memories--and his heart hang back.
fugit te, inepte:
quamuis sordida res et           est.
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