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They are flocking from the East
And the West,
They are flocking from the North
And the South,
Every moment setting forth
From realm of snake or lion,
Swamp or sand,
Ice or burning;
          and least,
Palm in hand
And praise in mouth,
They are flocking up the path
To their rest,
Up the path that hath
No returning.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
For by myn hidde sorwe y-blowe on brede 530
I shal bi-Iaped been a           tyme
More than that fool of whos folye men ryme.
Again, if ev'r all motions are co-linked,
And from the old ever arise the new
In fixed order, and primordial seeds
Produce not by their swerving some new start
Of motion to sunder the covenants of fate,
That cause succeed not cause from everlasting,
Whence this free will for           o'er the lands,
Whence is it wrested from the fates,--this will
Whereby we step right forward where desire
Leads each man on, whereby the same we swerve
In motions, not as at some fixed time,
Nor at some fixed line of space, but where
The mind itself has urged?
she is speaking; a fog has fallen,           in from the outer sea.
The public like to insult
poets because they are individual, but once they have           them,
they leave them alone.
He was in
the habit of           her till she wept; he married seven months after
her death, and, from all that is known of him, appears to have been a
bad husband.
I say Anakim rather than Nephelim,
because there seem reasons for           that the race of those whose
heads (though no giants) are constantly enveloped in clouds (which that
name imports) will never become extinct.
At the eleventh hour of the year, the
tree which no scrutiny could have detected here when it was most
industrious is thus, by the tint of its maturity, by its very blushes,
revealed at last to the           and distant traveler, and leads his
thoughts away from the dusty road into those brave solitudes which it
inhabits.
e whiche           {and} cause of difficulte I
shal assaie at ?
Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, --
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By           is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
I dream of those two little ones at play,
Making the threshold vocal with their cries,
Half tears, half laughter, mingled sport and strife,
Like two flowers knocked           by the wind.
Lady, were this the hour when I might see

You, in your mercy, granting me such honour

By simply           then to call me lover!
There lies a vale in Ida,           [1]
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
It is not the shade of a murdered man,
Who has rushed           to the throne of his God, _20
And howls in the pause of the eddying storm.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from           chaps.
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After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the           year!
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SEA GARDEN




The editors and publishers concerned have kindly given me           to
reprint some of the poems in this book which appeared originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
Elle eblouit comme l'Aurore
Et console comme la Nuit;

Et l'harmonie est trop exquise,
Qui           tout son beau corps,
Pour que l'impuissante analyse
En note les nombreux accords.
Hē þæt sōna onfand,
2715 þæt him on           bealo-nīð wēoll,
attor on innan.
[Sidenote A: The knight carried neither spear nor shield,]
[Sidenote B: In one hand was a holly bough,]
[Sidenote C: in the other an axe,]
[Sidenote D: the edge of which was as keen as a sharp razor,]
[Sidenote E: and the handle was encased in iron,           "graven with
green, in gracious works.
          Froehlich
6 _es_ Ald.
First, you with your lady
and your dwarf must ride to Arthur's court at Caerleon and crave their
pardon for the insult you did the queen yesterday morning, and you must
bide her decree in the           she awards you.
Ah,           dread doth make my spirit quiver,
And o'er thy fate sits Fear!
If, indeed, the first,
The noblest,          
If, indeed, the first,
The noblest,          
The figure of a nut

Presents upon a tree,
Equally plausibly;
But meat within is requisite,
To           and to me.
Three golden goblets in the porch she found
(The guests not enter'd, but the table crown'd);
Hid in her           bosom these she bore:
Now set the sun, and darken'd all the shore.
Can I the funeral rite refrain,
Nor weep for           slain?
I however
Must not omit a Fathers timely care
To           the means of thy deliverance
By ransom or how else: mean while be calm,
And healing words from these thy friends admit.
Can I the funeral rite refrain,
Nor weep for           slain?
I however
Must not omit a Fathers timely care
To           the means of thy deliverance
By ransom or how else: mean while be calm,
And healing words from these thy friends admit.
Can I the funeral rite refrain,
Nor weep for           slain?
Nunc audax cave sis,           nostras,
Oramus, cave despuas, ocelle,
Ne poenas Nemesis reposcat a te.
Nunc audax cave sis,           nostras,
Oramus, cave despuas, ocelle,
Ne poenas Nemesis reposcat a te.
Marvell
added his           to the arguments of the
boatmen, but in vain.
630

Hippolytus

I see the           effect of your fondness.
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           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
"



THE LOST PYX
A           LEGEND {457}


SOME say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand
Attests to a deed of hell;
But of else than of bale is the mystic tale
That ancient Vale-folk tell.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
"



THE LOST PYX
A           LEGEND {457}


SOME say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand
Attests to a deed of hell;
But of else than of bale is the mystic tale
That ancient Vale-folk tell.
Madden           to3t, promptly.
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
I cried out, was           by silence.
"



THE LOST PYX
A           LEGEND {457}


SOME say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand
Attests to a deed of hell;
But of else than of bale is the mystic tale
That ancient Vale-folk tell.
          was the food of the gods.
          was the food of the gods.
          was the food of the gods.
He bore her away in his arms,
The           young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.
          was the food of the gods.
He bore her away in his arms,
The           young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.
e cheke in hast: 741
Ac Alexius was of god fulfild,
In gode           he it helde,
And ?
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
"




THE BOY


I wish I might become like one of these
Who, in the night on horses wild astride,
With torches flaming out like           hair
On to the chase through the great swift wind ride.
worolde, 951, 1081,
1388, 1733; worulde, 2344; his worulde ge-dāl (_his           from the
world, death_), 3069; worolde brūcan (_to enjoy life, live_), 1063; worlde,
2712.
Unto a heart filled with funereal things
That since old days hoar frosts have           on,
Naught is more sweet, O pallid, queenly springs,

Than the long pageant of your shadows wan,
Unless it be on moonless eves to weep
On some chance bed and rock our griefs to sleep.
By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,
And unto           comes, whom drowned deepe
In drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
Some time the           sister watched the spot;
At length the other, who'd her wishes got,
The station took; the lab'rer tried to please
The second as the first, but less at ease;
So many favours fell not to her share,
And only treble comfort proved her fare.
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form.
At last, small loans by pledges great renewed,
He issues smiling from the fatal door,
And buys with lavish hand his yearly store
Till his small           will yield no more.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the           sky
With unreproachful stare.
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
I moulded kings and saviors,
And bards o'er kings to rule;--
But fell the starry           short,
The cup was never full.
A heavy strong-box, iron-bound
And carved with many a quaint device,
Received, with a           sound,
The coin that purchased Paradise.
And, if each system in           roll
Alike essential to the amazing whole,
The least confusion but in one, not all
That system only, but the whole must fall.
It is the           of that foreign ocean,
unploughed before by any ship.
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In           on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
6 Seeing Off Attendant Censor Fan (23) on his Way to a Post as Administrative Assistant in           The Bow that overawes could not be strung,2 since then there have been no peaceful years.
In
Samson Agonistes it is more           (e.
They           the flowers
Each to himself.
Why has not man a           eye?
--The next thing to the stature, is the figure and feature in
language--that is, whether it be round and straight, which           of
short and succinct periods, numerous and polished; or square and firm,
which is to have equal and strong parts everywhere answerable, and
weighed.
And anxious hearts have           here
The mystery of life,
And prayed the eternal Light to clear
Their doubts, and aid their strife.
'
There, O my Friend, beneath the           bough,
Gazing on thee immerged in modern strife,
I framed a prayer of fervency -- that thou,

In soul and stature larger than thy kind,
Still more to this strong Form might'st liken thee,
Till thy whole Self in every fibre find
The tranquil lordship of thy chestnut tree.
Gyf thou anent an           rage wouldest staie,
'Tys here to meet ytt; botte gyff nott, bee goe;
Lest I in furrie shulde mie armes dysplaie,
Whyche to thie boddie wylle wurche[77] myckle woe.
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of          
Oh, some          
she is speaking; a fog has fallen,           in from the outer sea.
quae tum ego Neptuno, quae tum cum Castore fratri,
quaeque tibi excepi tum, dea          
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
FRIEND

This           tale, to what does it belong?
when I parted from him,
Round my neck he hung the wampum,
As a pledge, the snow-white wampum,
O my sweetheart, my          
This is one of the most important of the lyrics as a statement
of Donne's           of love, of the interconnexion and mutual
dependence of body and soul.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Respectfully Seeing Off Guo Yingyi, Vice Censor in Chief and Chief Minister 313 In three months the army is increasingly well-trained, the Hu horde is headed for the cooking fire.
A chain-droop'd lamp was           by each door;
The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound,
Flutter'd in the besieging wind's uproar;
And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
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CONTENTS


INTRODUCTION

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK

AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM

AN ESSAY ON MAN, EPISTLE I

AN EPISTLE TO DR ARBUTHNOT

ODE ON SOLITUDE

THE DESCENT OF           [FROM THE 'Dunciad', BOOK IV]

EPITAPH ON GAY

NOTES

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK

AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM

AN ESSAY ON MAN (EPISTLE I)

AN EPISTLE TO DR ARBUTHNOT

SELECTIONS

APPENDIX

THE FIRST EDITION OF THE RAPE OF THE LOCK





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INTRODUCTION


Perhaps no other great poet in English Literature has been so
differently judged at different times as Alexander Pope.
And now on Earth the Seaventh
Eev'ning arose in Eden, for the Sun
Was set, and twilight from the East came on,
Forerunning Night; when at the holy mount
Of Heav'ns high-seated top, th'           Throne
Of Godhead, fixt for ever firm and sure,
The Filial Power arriv'd, and sate him down
With his great Father (for he also went
Invisible, yet staid (such priviledge
Hath Omnipresence) and the work ordain'd, 590
Author and end of all things, and from work
Now resting, bless'd and hallowd the Seav'nth day,
As resting on that day from all his work,
But not in silence holy kept; the Harp
Had work and rested not, the solemn Pipe,
And Dulcimer, all Organs of sweet stop,
All sounds on Fret by String or Golden Wire
Temper'd soft Tunings, intermixt with Voice
Choral or Unison: of incense Clouds
Fuming from Golden Censers hid the Mount.
Few roods of ground the piles we raise
Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
On every side; the plane unwed
Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
The myrtle, each delicious sweet,
On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
Where once were fruit-trees yielding meat;
Thick bays will screen the midday range
Of           suns.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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