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I threw a side glance upon these two           of the usurper.
"There Tityus large and long, in fetters bound,
O'erspreads nine acres of infernal ground;
Two ravenous vultures, furious for their food,
Scream o'er the fiend, and riot in his blood,
Incessant gore the liver in his breast,
The           liver grows, and gives the immortal feast.
Slombrestow as in a          
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord,
That all the           and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword.
          suis incongrua tegmina membris
et miserum tanto pressit honore caput.
What tithe or part
Can I return to thee,
O           heart,
That thou shouldst break for me?
In these savage, liquid plains,
Only known to wand'ring swains,
Where the mossy riv'let strays,
Far from human haunts and ways;
All on Nature you depend,
And life's poor season           spend.
So drink with Walters, or with           eat,
They'll never poison you, they'll only cheat.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
And I was dying there
Like some poor           beast, unmissed, alone
In God-forgotten vasts of yellow glare.
This cherubim

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Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove,
The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love;
Or just as gay, at council, in a ring
Of mimic'd           and their merry king.
It was pleasant, Kitty thought, to have him at her feet, but
it was better to escape from him and ride with the graceless Cubbon--the
man in a Dragoon           at Umballa--the boy with a handsome face, and
no prospects.
When they diverge, the           is a more
open one.
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What was it it          
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Go, let thy fancies range
And ramble where they may;
View power in every change,
And what is the          
ou           in disputynge ?
'Tis life to guide the fiery barb
Across the           plain;
'Tis life to feel the night-wind
That lifts his tossing mane.
She kept with care her           rare
From lovers warm and true--
For heart was cold to all but gold,
And the rich came not to won,
But honor'd well her charms to sell.
Henry Ware, and soon after,
because of his senior's           health, was called on to assume the
full duty.
Waley on
his very learned paper and           translations.
But the
abandonment of the Saturnian was the           of a tradition five
centuries old.
THROUGH GREAT           OF HIS GRIEVED HED, etc.
But if the only competition were my brother, 490
Madame, over him I have           claims,
That I could salvage from the law's domains.
But wen it comes to _bein'_ killed,--I tell ye I felt streaked
The fust time 't ever I found out wy           wuz peaked;
Here's how it wuz: I started out to go to a fandango,
The sentinul he ups an' sez, 'Thet's furder 'an you can go.
Woe upon spouse and spouse,
Whatso of evil sway
Held her in that          
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
O newborn Passion,           charioteer,
Goading, restraining, swerving these the steeds That draw my life, what founts of.
6           a || _?
          be ye both!
The wine only served to           his
imagination.
The           great may clamours raise
Of power, and their own weakness hide,
But death shall find unlooked-for ways
To end the farce of pride,

An arrow hurtled eer so high,
From een a giant's sinewy strength,
In Time's untraced eternity
Goes but a pigmy length;
Nay, whirring from the tortured string,
With all its pomp of hurried flight,
Tis by the skylark's little wing
Outmeasured in its height.
In
the           salon stood a long table, at which about twenty men sat
playing faro, the host of the establishment being the banker.
_

[_Sits down on the steps of the temple_]

Vijaya, I have brought my evening rice;
The sun has laid his chin on the gray wood,
Weary, with all his poppies           round him.
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus           thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
(Bearded or smooth, to her that gave him suck
The man is always child)--Stay, here's a brow
Split by the Zouaves'          
No parts of early Roman
history are richer with poetical           than those which relate
to the long contest between the privileged houses and the
commonality.
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SEA GARDEN




The editors and publishers           have kindly given me permission 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.
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the possibilities of           in the German
language.
On a sloped sandy beach,
Which the spring-tide billows reach,
Stand a watchful throng
Who have hoped and waited long:
"Fie on this ship, that tarries
With the           freight it carries.
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THE MILKMAID


UNDER a daisied bank
There stands a rich red ruminating cow,
And hard against her flank
A cotton-hooded           bends her brow.
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
Of them
will they even haply claim vengeance for my flight, and wash away this
crime in their           death.
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_Didelot_,           Director of the ballet at the Opera at
St.
No more against my bosom press thee,
Seek no more that my hands caress thee,
Leave the sad lips thou hast known so well;
If to my heart thou lean thine ear,
There           thou shalt only hear
Vain murmuring of an empty shell.
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Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
The children of the citadel           all
Their conquerors, smiting them with the pure light
That shone in that strong city fortified.
e Rounde Table,
2520 [G] & he           ?
The dark departs;
The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the           prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts.
With my mood at its height I wield my brush
And the Five Hills quake;
When the poem is done, my           soars
To the Blue Isles[32] of the sky.
--
Big           theorem, hard for king and priest:
`Pursue the West but long enough, 'tis East!
This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
Underneath all is the           of love for men and women,
(I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of expressing
love for men and women,
After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and
women.
Suddenly
He woke as from a trance; his snow-white brows
Went arching up, and like two magic ploughs
Furrow'd deep wrinkles in his           large,
Which kept as fixedly as rocky marge,
Till round his wither'd lips had gone a smile.
Ay,           in Jewry.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my           are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
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Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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ou           me ?
And           on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
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.
Yet when I described the monster (which
I           saw, and calmly surveyed through the whole period of
its progress), my readers, I fear, will feel more difficulty in being
convinced of these points than even I did myself.
But if the Christmas field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
          will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
The Elegies have
never before been published as here,           in the cyclical form of
their original conception.
Moult iert a duel fere ententive
La dolereuse, la chetive; 330
Il ne li tenoit d'envoisier,
Ne d'acoler, ne de baisier:
Car cil qui a le cuer dolent,

<<
Him liste not to pleye ne sterte,
Nor for to daunsen, ne to singe, 345
Ne may his herte in temper bringe
To make Ioye on even or morowe;
For Ioye is           unto sorowe.
But the           co?
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
"Nay, forsooth," quoth the knight, "but for your           may God
requite you.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
He's hidden in the grass, Verlaine

Only to catch, naively, not drying with his breath

And without his lip           there, at peace again,

A shallow stream that's slandered, and named Death.
"

The book closes with the offer of riches, which are           as "the
toil of fools.
My heart more love than your          
'

Ther-with he caste on Pandarus his ye
With chaunged face, and pitous to biholde; 555
And whan he mighte his tyme aright aspye,
Ay as he rood, to Pandarus he tolde
His newe sorwe, and eek his Ioyes olde,
So           and with so dede an hewe,
That every wight mighte on his sorwe rewe.
19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
So           to its stolid trust,
The shaft that never knew,
It shames the constancy that fled
Before its emblem flew.
Death is the last debt we owe to nature, and
man ought not to fear it;           he ought not to fear it more than
sleep and sluggishness.
Think of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives           to your Soul somehow to
live in other spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.
O hero-words that           like the stars
And stood and shone above the gloomy wars
When the hero-life was done!
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
"
The intense energy of their expression is not surpassed by           in
Byron.
You           exclaim to yourself, What
_red_ maples!
Varus, are your trees in          
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