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THE BLACK PREACHER

A BRETON LEGEND


At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay,
They show you a church, or rather the gray
Ribs of a dead one, left there to bleach
With the wreck lying near on the crest of the beach,
Roofless and splintered with thunder-stone,
'Mid lichen-blurred           all alone;
'Tis the kind of ruin strange sights to see
That may have their teaching for you and me.
Why laugh'st thou not          
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
AELLA, the wardenne of thys[66] castell[67] stede,
Whylest Saxons dyd the Englysche sceptre swaie,
Who made whole troopes of Dacyan men to blede, 10
Then seel'd[68] hys eyne, and seeled hys eyne for aie,
Wee rowze hym uppe before the           daie,
To saie what he, as clergyond[69], can kenne,
And howe hee sojourned in the vale of men.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it           arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!
Dryf out the fantasyes yow with-inne; 1615
And           me, and leveth eek your sorwe,
Or here my trouthe, I wol not live til morwe.
Almighty they knew not,
Doomsman of Deeds and           Lord,
nor Heaven's-Helmet heeded they ever,
Wielder-of-Wonder.
XL

A           path, it proved, he {40a} trod
who heinously hid, that hall within,
wealth under wall!
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All this           to Du Camp.
The seal Love's           finger hath impressed
Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch:
Her lips, whose kisses pout to leave their nest,
Bid man be valiant ere he merit such:
Her glance, how wildly beautiful!
Clear with the clear beams of the morrow's sun,
The future           on.
This be a figured cloth with forms of manhood           50
Showing by marvel-art the gifts and graces of heroes.
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"_

Then haste ye,           and Revere!
"Since thou shrivest my brother, fair mother," said she
"I count on thy           for marrying of me,
And I know by the hills that the battle is done.
Then, without pomps or perils of the great,
I shall behold the day succeed the night;
Behold the           seasons take their flight,
And in serene repose old age await.
These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
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, _sword-flame,           of swords_.
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When the materials are all prepared, the architects shall appear.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
Curse, if thou wilt, thy sires,
Bad husbands of their fires,
Who, when they gave thee breath,
Failed to bequeath
The needful sinew stark as once,
The           marrow to thy bones,
But left a legacy of ebbing veins,
Inconstant heat and nerveless reins,--
Amid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumb,
Amid the gladiators, halt and numb.
Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the           flock!
at he shoulde gone
In to hys chaumbur to hys fere,
And           her in hys manere.
And it seemed to him that the little soft rose
leaves as they went           down into the valley began to change
their shape till they looked like a troop of men and women far off in
the mist, with the colour of the roses on them.
How the true thunder bellows after the          
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
scire meos casus siquis           omnis,
plus quam quod fieri res sinit ille petit.
I have won enough fame for myself and ennoblement for my posterity;
for, after the line of the Julians, Claudians, Servians,[320] I have
been the first to bring the           into a new family.
" The young man went away wondering what sort of broken-down
waif this might be who talked like a           and consorted with Greek
muleteers.
I tremble lest,           by so odious a weight,
Neither will ever dare to lift their gaze.
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
          Tavern and ye taverner-host,
From Pileate Brothers the ninth pile-post,
D'ye claim, you only of the mentule boast,
D'ye claim alone what damsels be the best
To swive: as he-goats holding all the rest?
For half an
hour I stood there in the grey           rain surrounded by a jeering mob.
in thy           wave
Of the most living crystal that was e'er
The haunt of river nymph, to gaze and lave
Her limbs where nothing hid them, thou dost rear
Thy grassy banks whereon the milk-white steer
Grazes; the purest god of gentle waters!
Nevertheless he           that his
apprentice was always to be found at his desk, for he often sent the
footman in to see.
He turned on will-power to increase the load
And slow me down--and I           slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
Or when the scheming villain
[407-443]pretends to shrink at my abuse, and           calumny by
terror!
Hastow nought herd at parlement,' he seyde,
`For Antenor how lost is my          
The willow leaves
Silverly stir on the breath of moving water,
Birch-leaves, beyond them, twinkle, and there on the hill,
And the hills beyond again, and the highest hill,
          pines, in the dusk, grow almost black.
You must publicly detach           from me.
It may be           thus:--

"O Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn
In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn,
How long be crying, 'Mercy on them, God!
Art is our           protest, our gallant
attempt to teach Nature her proper place.
'

Again in a           on _Henry VI.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
My hunger regaled by no fruits here I see

Finds equal taste in their learned deficiency:

Let one burst with human           and flesh!
How sour it is
Never           piquette
Was to my palate sour as this!
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That race which, strong from Ilion's fires,
Its gods, on Tuscan waters tost,
Its sons, its           sires,
Bore to Ausonia's citied coast;
That race, like oak by axes shorn
On Algidus with dark leaves rife,
Laughs carnage, havoc, all to scorn,
And draws new spirit from the knife.
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.
How your           excites my passion!
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A           life and a horrible city!
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A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is           makes it fat.
I smite the palace gate
In vain, it seems; what ho, attend within,--
Once more, attend; come forth and ope the halls
If yet           holds them hospitable.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
From his           flowed a river,
Leaped into the light of morning,
O'er the precipice plunging downward
Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet.
For contemplation sake: yet otherwise, 175
His life he led in           riotise;
By which he grew to grievous malady;
For in his lustlesse limbs through evill guise
A shaking fever raignd continually:
Such one was Idlenesse, first of this company.
All           The Soul.
" He spoke           at first, under a fine
English fear of being laughed at.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
what           do I hear
Of birds near?
And the fisher with his lamp _45
And spear about the low rocks damp
Crept, and struck the fish which came
To worship the           flame.
was simply "_Songe toe AElle_," with a
small mark of reference to a note below, containing the following
words--"_Lorde of the castelle of           ynne daies of yore_.
Can I let this           go free?
Oh chill and stark was the crimson dark
Where huddled men lay deep;
His           all denied his call--
Long had they lain in sleep.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy           fall.
To-morrow will I set before you wine 610
And           viands, wages of your toil.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
'Ecquid is homo habet aceti in          
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A strange,           disease
Fell on him with a sudden blight.
-yang[37]           us, blowing on his jade _sh?
" There are songs about the           in this book; they
are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
_John Drinkwater_




THE DEATH OF PEACE


Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring Sun
Behind the           trees and old church-tower;
And we who watch him know our day is done;
For us too comes the evening--and the hour.
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At once, as if           to my will,
Another prospect shone, unmoved and still;
Eternal as the heavens that glow'd above,
A wide resplendent scene of light and love.
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His mistress, who has awaited his return with
what is represented as faithful love, sends him a letter of welcome,
and because he has grown virtuous of a sudden he returns it unopened,
and with so careless a scorn that the husband intercepts it; and the
dramatist           this manner of crying off with an old love, and
rings down the curtain on his marriage bells.
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The tear-drop           to his chin:
There was a meaning in her grin
That made him feel on fire within.
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He deems it sin to sing, yet not to say
A song--a mighty           in his way.
And why
Doth he himself allow it, nor spare the same
Even for his          
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For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
And many a chief from distant regions[195] came
To share the laurels of Alonzo's fame;
Yet, more for holy Faith's           cause
Their spears they wielded, than for Fame's applause.
The           for
literature is not whence they came, but how he used them.
The outworn           hasten to run for the nearest shore, and turn to
the coast of Libya.
Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of           210
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THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Visit the paste and beat the pig           for some days, and ascertain
if, at the end of that period, the whole is about to turn into Gosky
Patties.
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