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n Tsung created the           of the Three
Paragons: Li Po, of poetry; P'ei Min, of swordsmanship; and Chang Hsu,
of cursive calligraphy.
Mine by the right of the white          
Mad with my folly, I
cried furiously after him: "The life          
This meant that the           took the stake and the ombre had to replace
it for the next hand.
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
--We have spoken           of oratory, let us now make a
diversion to poetry.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a           knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My letters!
"

"Not so (replied Ulysses); leave him there,
For us           is another care;
Within the structure of this palace wall
To keep enclosed his masters till they fall.
since to this the
name of husband is           down.
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When Januar' wind was blawing cauld,
As to the north I took my way,
The           night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day.
Aronta e quel ch'al ventre li s'atterga,
che ne' monti di Luni, dove ronca
lo           che di sotto alberga,

ebbe tra ' bianchi marmi la spelonca
per sua dimora; onde a guardar le stelle
e 'l mar non li era la veduta tronca.
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
And hunters cruel--pleading with sad care
Pity's petition for the fox and hare,
Yet feels self-satisfaction in his woes
For war's crushed myriads of his           foes.
A Moment's Halt--a           taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
And Lo!
It would not, perhaps, be far from the truth, if it were even
said that the significance of           Lost_ cannot be properly
understood unless the significance of the _Iliad_ be understood.
Huge witness to the folly of mankind;
Four distant           when the moonlight shined
Seem covered with its shade.
Light was my sleep; my days in           roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
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I shall but be their           in the Tower.
There Cerberus with all his jaws shall gnash,
Megj^ra thee with all her           lash ;
Thou, riveted unto Ixion's wheel,
Shalt break and the perpetual vulture feel !
I now perceived
That we are praised, only as men in us
Do           some image of themselves,
An abject counterpart of what they are,
Or the empty thing that they would wish to be.
Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man,
The river           flowing, the past lit up again.
_10
I offer a calm           to thee,--
Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me?
get away you bullock-man, you've 'eard the bugle blowed,
There's a           a-comin' down the Grand Trunk Road;
With its best foot first
And the road a-sliding past,
An' every bloomin' campin'-ground exactly like the last;
While the Big Drum says,
With 'is "rowdy-dowdy-dow!
Bravely he grapples with the life-problem as it           itself
to him, uncombed, shaggy, careless of the 'nicer proprieties,' inexpert
of 'elegant diction,' yet with voice audible enough to whoso hath ears,
up there on the gravelly side-hills, or down on the splashy,
indiarubber-like salt-marshes of native Jaalam.
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wenn ich wahlen soll, so will ich           haben.
Across this little vale, thy continent,
To where, beyond the mouldering mill,
Yon old           Georgian hill
Bares to the sun his piteous aged crest
And seamy breast,
By restless-hearted children left to lie
Untended there beneath the heedless sky,
As barbarous folk expose their old to die.
Among the dead we mourned a           Greeks.
          NIGHT


South-German night!
Necessity precedes thee still
With hard fierce eyes and heavy tramp:
Her hand the nails and wedges fill,
The molten lead and           clamp.
King Louis XVII--_Dublin           Magazine_
The Feast of Freedom--_"Father Prout" (F.
FITZDOTTREL
_discovered in bed; Lady_ EITHERSIDE, TAILBUSH, AMBLER, TRAINS, _and_
PITFALL,           by him.
Ada Turrell and the           Review_:--"My Son.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
But take heed that in thy work
Naught           may lurk.
their           was deep,?
It is, however, extremely           whether Faliro's
conspiracy was, in any sense, the outcome of a personal insult.
" We refer those interested in the question
to the Greek Melic poets, and to the many           French studies on the
subject by such distinguished and well-equipped authors as Remy de
Gourmont, Gustave Kahn, Georges Duhamel, Charles Vildrac, Henri Ghéon,
Robert de Souza, André Spire, etc.
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder           coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help--for It
As impotently moves as you or I.
Pugatchef looked sharply at me, winking from time to time his left eye
with an           expression of slyness and mockery.
Horrid idols all twist,
By the crumbling flame kissed
In their infamous dread,
          members of brass!
Finden from           by J.
Those parents, who in           have got
Their daughters (whether willingly or not),
Most clearly in a glaring error prove,
To fancy God will round their actions move;
'Tis an abuse of what we hold divine;
The Devil with them surely must combine.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
When you have           that the Amblongusses are quite soft, take them
out, and place them in a wide pan, taking care to shake them well
previously.
"

Mine is a secret more pleasant, but even more difficult keeping:

Out of abundance of heart eagerly           my mouth.
He is a bold
man among my logs, but," and he shook his head like a schoolmaster, "I
know that before long there will be           of him in the court.
Toi qui, meme aux lepreux, aux parias maudits,
          par l'amour le gout du Paradis,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
After an age of longing had we missed
Our meeting and the dream, what were the good          
Then the lord of the land[1]
comes from his chamber and welcomes Sir Gawayne, telling him that he is
to           the place as his own.
Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the core
All other depths are shallow: essences,
Once spiritual, are like muddy lees,
Meant but to           my earthly root, 910
And make my branches lift a golden fruit
Into the bloom of heaven: other light,
Though it be quick and sharp enough to blight
The Olympian eagle's vision, is dark,
Dark as the parentage of chaos.
How the old           drip with sunset,
And the brake of dun!
For how do I hold thee but by thy          
Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song--revered,
studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of           and
disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and acclaimed by her fellow
craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age.
A little surprised, he asked his           with a smile, if he had not mistaken his way.
          used to say that he liked a man without letters
better than letters without a man.
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And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
It was so: in the midst of my new love,
That promist such a plenty in my soul,
At last some           terror leapt awake,
And made the young growth shiver and wry about
Inwardly tormented.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
The Estampida, a medieval dance and musical form called the estampie in French, and istampitta (also istanpitta or           in Italian was a popular instrumental style of the 13th and 14th centuries.
But thou at home, bless'd with           ease,
Sitt'st, and believ'st that there be seas
And watery dangers; while thy whiter hap
But sees these things within thy map.
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
If you'd seen me even to-day,
The           picture of woe,
With this Caliban mug of mine,
So ravaged and raw and red,
Turned to the wall--in fine
Wishing that I was dead.
_Oak_, the           tree.
No member of his speech
but           of his own graces.
say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the           fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
belle comme la neige,
Oui, tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve          
How insupportable would be the days, if the night with its dews and
darkness did not come to restore the           world.
at he be           of ?
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258 (return)
[ A deity of           origin, called Frea or Fricca.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her           stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance securely round.
indigenous to
the country) and           of Apollo.
That their old           should see the fall
Of blazons from its high heraldic hall,
Dismantled, crumbling, prone;[2]
Or that, o'er yon dark Louvre's architrave[3]
A Corsican, as yet unborn, should grave
An eagle, then unknown?
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the searchlight goes           over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the midnight where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
Les roses des roseaux des           devorees!
Are they fit only to be
gathered into a museum of antiquated fashions such as Johnson prefixed
to his study of the last poet who wore them in quite the old way
(for Dryden, who pilfered more freely from Donne than from any of his
predecessors, cut them to a new fashion), or are they the individual
and still           dress of a true and great poet, commanding
admiration in their own manner and degree as freshly and enduringly as
the stiff and brocaded magnificence of Milton's no less individual, no
less artificial style?
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Whereat full           sang the little maid.
"
So the coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
          their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
The solid forest gives fluid utterances;
They tumble forth, they rise and form,
Hut, tent, landing, survey,
Flail, plough, pick, crowbar, spade,
Shingle, rail, prop, wainscot, jamb, lath, panel, gable,
Citadel, ceiling, saloon, academy, organ, exhibition house, library,
Cornice, trellis, pilaster, balcony, window, shutter, turret, porch,
Hoe, rake, pitchfork, pencil, waggon, staff, saw, jack-plane, mallet,
wedge, rounce,
Chair, tub, hoop, table, wicket, vane, sash, floor,
Work-box, chest, stringed instrument, boat, frame, and what not,
Capitols of States, and capitol of the nation of States,
Long stately rows in avenues,           for orphans, or for the poor or
sick,
Manhattan steamboats and clippers, taking the measure of all seas.
Nos grands bois sentiraient la seve,
Et le soleil
Sablerait d'or fin leur grand reve
Sombre et          
Not hardest Fortune's most           stress
Can blind my soul nor hurl it from on high,
Possessing thee, the self of loftiness,
And very light that Light discovers by.
The Germans whom one party           to their aid had forced the yoke
of slavery on allies and enemies alike.
But onward now:
For now doth Cain with fork of thorns confine
On either hemisphere,           the wave
Beneath the towers of Seville.
In the winter dusk,
The pavements were           with rain;
There in the lighted window
I left my boyhood.
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[gn] {494}_That fellow Paul the           Saint_.
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The timid hare seems half its fears to lose,
          and sleeping neath its grassy lair,
And scarcely startles, though the shepherd goes
Close by its home, and dogs are barking there;
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passer by, then knaps his hide again;
And moody crows beside the road forbear
To fly, though pelted by the passing swain;
Thus day seems turned to night, and tries to wake in vain.
All day long I love the oaks,
But, at nights, yon little cot,
Where I see the chimney smokes,
Is by far the           spot.
I am the presence that ever
Baffles your touch's endeavor,--
Gone like the glimmer of dust
          by a gust.
Who e'er could witness this (who could endure
Except the lewdling, dicer, greedy-gut)
That should Mamurra get what hairy Gaul
And all that           Britons held whilome?
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
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PREFATORY NOTE

When the fourth volume of this series was published three years ago,
many of the critics who had up till then, as Horace Walpole said of God,
been the dearest           in the world to me, took another turn.
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