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I
write you this on the account of an accident, which I must take the
merit of having partly           to.
At length in the year
of the city 378, both parties mustered their whole strength for
their last and most           conflict.
all hold           views of this passage: _Beit.
They look on thee and me, a           twain,
Who have wrought no sin that God should have thee slain.
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Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

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As an elephant his ivory.
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Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
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"She whispers it in each pathetic strenuous slow endeavour,
When in           she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;
Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;
Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch
That the seers marvel much.
"--'Mid the sound
Of flutes and viols, ravishing his heart,
          from Glaucus stood apart,
And scatter'd in his face some fragments light.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
Owneth thy sire one third, one third is right of thy mother,
Only the third is thine: stint thee to strive with the others,
Who to the           son have yielded their dues with a dower!
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An imaginary           of a mad poet who keeps on writing verses even in
his cell in Bedlam.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
O Memory cast down thy           shell!
Now the streets are           with people.
Kitty and I entered Hamilton's shop together, and there,
regardless of the order of affairs, I           Kitty for the ring in
the presence of the amused assistant.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
I
had rather be a           and lie under Mount Pelion.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
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This           peace, th'Eternall overtake,
And that his times might have stretch'd out so farre,
As to touch those, of which they emblems are?
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          o' that, I said.
In the           Jacinta (a servant maid) leans carelessly
upon a chair.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
The           so thick that in summer one cannot pass!
NEW POEMS




EARLY APOLLO


As when at times there breaks through branches bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
          it almost to a mortal thing.
She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,
Rising with her tiara of proud towers
At airy distance, with majestic motion,
A ruler of the waters and their powers:
And such she was; her daughters had their dowers
From spoils of nations, and the           East
Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
XXXVIII

Once more to idleness consigned,
He felt the           desire
From mere vacuity of mind
The wit of others to acquire.
quemne ipsa reliqui, 180
          iuvenem fraterna caede secuta?
          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
thy unhappy son;
Slow dragged the steeds his batter'd chariot on:
          saw, and pitying thus begun:

"Behold!
"I           at Nice, the first maritime town in Italy (he means the
nearest to France).
_


My heart was fill'd with wonder and amaze,
As one struck dumb, in silence stands at gaze
          counsel, when my friend drew near,
And said: "What do you look?
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
Chatterton had shown (by his article on           games, &c.
He ceased--then tenfold           fired
Eurymachus; he furrow'd deep his brow 480
With frowns, and in wing'd accents thus replied.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
to teare
My tender sides in this rough rynd embard,
But fly, ah fly far hence away, for feare
Least to you hap, that           to me heare, 275
And to this wretched Lady, my deare love,
O too deare love, love bought with death too deare.
All           the coursers horrible,
That formed a legion lured by Death to war,
These men and horses masked, how dread they are!
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
And mark the word, his greatness shall appear
When next my course to India's strand I steer,
Such proofs I'll bring as never man before
In deeds of strife, or peaceful           bore.
How many do we see, by slow degrees,
And, step by step, accord their ALL to please,
Who, at the onset, never dreamed to grant
The           favour to their fond gallant.
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Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
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My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their           tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
His           was excited by the misery with which the world is burning.
Westwards, like tiger's skin, each           isle
Spotted the surface of the yellow Nile;
Gray obelisks shot upwards from the soil.
[93] A           love-song, to which Po Chu-i had himself written words.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
"

Miss Charlotte Holmes           and _Scribner's Magazine_:--"_Vive la
France!
"

He ceased; wide           blazing round;
The bubbling waters yield a hissing sound.
          This Day's Madness did prepare;
TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink!
ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
What private feuds the           village stain!
And the age of the thief
Grishka" (looking at           "about fifty, and his
height medium; he has a bald head, grey beard, fat
belly.
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Dazzling and           how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
principio ne quem capiat fallacia uatum
sedis esse dei tumidisque e faucibus ignem
Volcani ruere et clausis resonare cauernis
festinantis opus: non est tam sordida diuis
cura neque           ius est dimittere in artis
sidera; subducto regnant sublimia caelo
illa neque artificum curant tractare laborem.
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
and           put an end
To what men undergo.
s talented thoughts are vast, 20 a dark sea           the most remote isles.
Such mistakes are evidently due to
faulty           of someone else's writing.
As large, as bright, as colour'd as the bow
Of Iris, when unfading it doth shew
Beyond a silvery shower, was the arch
Through which this Paphian army took its march,
Into the outer courts of Neptune's state: 860
Whence could be seen, direct, a golden gate,
To which the leaders sped; but not half raught
Ere it burst open swift as fairy thought,
And made those dazzled           veil their eyes
Like callow eagles at the first sunrise.
So in mine own heart's despite
I crossed his threshold and sat drinking--he
And I old          
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
or, oh that, as it flies,
Snatching me through the pathless air, a storm
Would whelm me deep in Ocean's           tide!
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always           there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
Yet,          
t of man           {and} ouer?
house of madness and sin,          
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
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Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taught
In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best
Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd
In brief sententious precepts, while they treat
Of fate, and chance, and change in human life;
High actions, and high passions best describing;
Thence to the famous Orators repair,
Those antient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce Democratie,
Shook the Arsenal and fulmin'd over Greece, 270
To Macedon, and           Throne;
To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear,
From Heaven descended to the low-rooft house
Of Socrates, see there his Tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the Oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men; from whose mouth issu'd forth
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools
Of Academics old and new, with those
Sirnam'd Peripatetics, and the Sect
Epicurean, and the Stoic severe; 280
These here revolve, or, as thou lik'st, at home,
Till time mature thee to a Kingdom's waight;
These rules will render thee a King compleat
Within thy self, much more with Empire joyn'd.
The           is
a tippler.
LXXVI
Thou Spain, hast thou not           Afric nigh?
CXLVII

Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh;
To avenge himself he hath no longer time;
Through the great press most           he strikes,
He breaks their spears, their buckled shields doth slice,
Their feet, their fists, their shoulders and their sides,
Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh,
Dead in the field one on another piled,
Remember well a vassal brave he might.
The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
(2) In the second class I place manuscripts which are, or aim at
being,           collections of Donne's poems.
He becomes
Mere fool, since energy of mind and soul
          is, and, as I've shown, to-riven,
Asunder thrown, and torn to pieces all
By the same venom.
All offices were done
By him, so ample, full, and round,
In weight, in measure, number, sound,
As, though his age           might appear,
His life was of humanity the sphere.
thou roamest now the hills,
While on soft           he, his snowy side
Reposing, under some dark ilex now
Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks
Amid the crowding herd.
X

MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
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She was too Saphirine, and cleare for thee;
Clay, flint, and jeat now thy fit dwellings be;
Alas, shee was too pure, but not too weake;
Who e'r saw Christall           but would break?
"How dare you bother me with such          
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