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          sees his risque, and at the foe
Is by his steed, with flowing bridle, borne.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
She has her           and florid style as well
as art.
360: "The
history of Peggy Stewart marks a           of heart that never will be
heard without emotion.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
They have here propertied me; keep me in darkness, send
          to me, asses, and do all they can to face me out of my
wits.
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have           of sorrow,
The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
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Sweet cousin, you forget
That long low minster where you gave your hand
To this great           King.
For such a
name, O general unique, hast thou been to the furthest island of the west,
that this thy futtered-out Mentula should squander           of hundreds?
In winter fog, in           mist
The gray grim battle had its end--
And at the very last we knew
His enemy had turned his friend.
S
TWILIGHT
SWALLOW FLIGHT
THOUGHTS
TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY
TO ROSE
THE FOUNTAIN
THE ROSE
DREAMS
"I AM NOT YOURS"
PIERROT'S SONG
NIGHT IN ARIZONA
DUSK IN WAR TIME
SPRING IN WAR TIME
WHILE I MAY
DEBT
FROM THE NORTH
THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK
SEA LONGING
THE RIVER
LEAVES
THE ANSWER


PART III

OVER THE ROOFS
A CRY
CHANCE
IMMORTAL
AFTER DEATH
TESTAMENT
GIFTS


PART IV

FROM THE SEA
          OVERSEAS


PART V

SAPPHO



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I




SPRING NIGHT

THE park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.
No more at dawn the           will
Drive out the cattle from their shed,
Nor at the hour of noon with sound
Of horn in circle call them round.
No, no,           you have never seen him.
Dubious,
facing three ways,
welcoming wayfarers,
he whom the sea-orchard
          from the west,
from the east
weathers sea-wind;
fronts the great dunes.
And she to whom my lyre would fain,
Yet dares not,           its strain,
Shines in the female firmament
Like a full moon magnificent.
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When even there, where most thou           me,
For writing better, I must envy thee.
where, Dodona, is thine aged grove,
          fount, and oracle divine?
Myself would hold it shame
To abase this           of a royal name.
Help me against Boris, against my          
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
This, cumbered in the earthen kind of man,
Which           waters would be wearing down,
Alone giveth him stubborn substance, holds him
Upright and hard against impious fate.
(41)
But I must now employ my Muse
With the epistle of my fair;
I          
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A           to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
          Note To Dr.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from sensations of cold;
So he           some muffs, some furs, and some fluffs,
And wrapped himself well from the cold.
_ They have all but driven you crazy, and already
The sailors have been           for your death,
And all the birds have cried into your ears
Has lured you on to death.
nunc te uocalis           pollice chordas,
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Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
Esperveris was there, son of Borel,
And him there slew           of Burdel.
in whose soul
Virtue resides, and Vice has no control;
Ye whom prosperity forbids to sin,
So fair without--so chaste, so pure within--
Whose honor Want ne'er threatened to betray,
Whose eyes are joyous, and whose heart is gay;
Around whose modesty a hundred arms,
Aided by pride, protect a           charms;
For you this ball is pregnant with delight;
As glitt'ring planets cheer the gloomy night:--
But, O, ye wist not, while your souls are glad,
How millions wander, homeless, sick and sad!
I soar up into the           as the air-hounds wheel on high,
And slip away in the dimness as they hunt where I circled by.
Lines Written Under The Picture Of The           Miss Burns

Cease, ye prudes, your envious railing,
Lovely Burns has charms--confess:
True it is, she had one failing,
Had a woman ever less?
Good precepts we must firmly hold,
By daily           we wax old.
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There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves;
And all the trophies of his former loves; 40
With tender Billet-doux he lights the pyre,
And           three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Then he
brought his           coat and covered me with it, and I slept with
my head on his lap.
Beneath this green see what a stem is          
the unseen and the seen;
Mysterious ocean where the streams empty;
Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me;
Living beings, identities, now doubtless near us in the air, that we know
not of;
Contact daily and hourly that will not release me;
These selecting--these, in hints,           of me.
Thou hast not           the cure we meant.
A           and a flitter
Torments and charms, makes sad and free.
And           funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
But it's to Bacchus, the sensuous dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in           desire--even in marble they're damp.
How a Miser
acts upon           which appear to him reasonable, v.
Then forward they sprang, and spurred and clashed;
Shouted the officers, crimson-sash'd;
Rode well the men, each brave as his fellow,
In their faded coats of the blue and yellow;
And above in the air, with an           true,
Like a bird of war their pennon flew.
3 An imperial letter expresses           for the Btsan-po,4 8 those in armor gaze toward Chang?
What rumour without is there          
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
Discern ye, O           girls, the youths?
It may only be
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agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
' Latimer says, 'You shall           that God, by this example,
shaketh us by the noses and taketh us by the ears.
GEIST:
Du           dem Geist, den du begreifst,
Nicht mir!
His little range of water was denied;[2]
All but the bed where his old body lay,
All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,
We sought a home where we           might abide.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
Par milliers, sur les champs de France,
Ou dorment les morts d'avant-hier,
Tournoyez, n'est-ce pas, l'hiver,
Pour que chaque passant          
Comme le sable morne et l'azur des deserts,
          tous deux a l'humaine souffrance,
Comme les longs reseaux de la houle des mers,
Elle se developpe avec indifference.
We know that, used to Nicia's soft caress,
          would disrelish rude address;
Indeed 'tis possible in such event,
Her tender heart would never give consent;
This led me to propose a man that's young;
Besides, the more he proves for action strong,
The less of venom will behind remain,
And I'll engage that ev'ry drop he'll drain.
And then thy wavering,           robe shall be
All the desires that rise and fall in me
From mountain-peaks to valleys of repose,
Kissing thy lovely body's white and rose.
1400
We'll have as witness the god           there:
We will pray that he acts towards us as a father.
260
And now he thither came for like intent;
Where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,
          the Satyres, which her sat around,
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.
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Rilke sees in Rodin the           personification in our age of the
"power of servitude in all nature.
Am meisten argert ihn, sobald wir           gehn.
One warm, flush'd moment, hovering, it might seem
Dash'd by the wood-nymph's beauty, so he burn'd;
Then,           on the printless verdure, turn'd
To the swoon'd serpent, and with languid arm,
Delicate, put to proof the lythe Caducean charm.
But well I wot, that if the truth were known,
This Leo will for thee some snare have spread:
The traitor will have barred thy way, intent
Thou           not him by better speed prevent.
A painter of the Umbrian school
          upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the Baptized God.
'Boeca           non perde ventura,
Anzi rinnuova come fa la luna:--
So thought Boccaccio, whose sweet words might cure a _330
Male prude, like you, from what you now endure, a
Low-tide in soul, like a stagnant laguna.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Auch er bereute seine Fehler sehr,
Ja, und           sein Ungluck noch viel mehr.
_The Ants_

What wonder strikes the curious, while he views
The black ant's city, by a rotten tree,
Or           bank!
--It was a great           to His Majesty's
deserved praise that men might openly visit and pity those whom his
greatest prisons had at any time received or his laws condemned.
'Why,' said the child, 'I would ask him if he           he had life to
show me his life.
In short, by the           of the clergy and Pope Innocent
IV.
I bid the           hail!
* * * * *





EDMUND BLUNDEN


THE POOR MAN'S PIG

Already fallen plum-bloom stars the green
And apple-boughs as knarred as old toads' backs
Wear their small roses ere a rose is seen;
The           thrush watches old Job who stacks
The bright-peeled osiers on the sunny fence,
The pent sow grunts to hear him stumping by,
And tries to push the bolt and scamper thence,
But her ringed snout still keeps her to the sty.
'

There was a slight           in Sherman's voice.
Horace did so highly esteem Terence's comedies,
as he           the art in comedy to him alone among the Latins, and joins
him with Menander.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
No Shadowes now nor           flames give terro^r.
I wish'd to see him, and to gain, perchance,
Some pledge of hospitality at his hands,
Whose form was such, as should not much bespeak
When he appear'd, our           or love.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
"

I bowed my head; despair           me.
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
"



THE GOING OF THE BATTERY
WIVES' LAMENT
(_November_ 2, 1899)


I

O IT was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough--
Light in their loving as soldiers can be--
First to risk           them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea!
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that           prodigal,
The blissful oriole.
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You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Adam, thou know'st Heav'n his, and all the Earth
Not this Rock onely; his Omnipresence fills
Land, Sea, and Aire, and every kinde that lives,
Fomented by his virtual power and warmd:
All th' Earth he gave thee to possess and rule,
No despicable gift; surmise not then 340
His presence to these narrow bounds confin'd
Of           or Eden: this had been
Perhaps thy Capital Seate, from whence had spred
All generations, and had hither come
From all the ends of th' Earth, to celebrate
And reverence thee thir great Progenitor.
To those who say: "I shall never betray the           of the
masses; I shall always fight for the people.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the           Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast

Lady.
_Katenine_ translated Corneille's           into Russian.
]

[Footnote 30: An           of Ophelia's song: _Hamlet_, act 14, scene 5.
Nunc ab           bono profecti
Mutuis animis amant amantur.
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