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Then the spur
Of the old bards to mighty deeds: his plans
To nurse the golden age 'mong shepherd clans:
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His sister's sorrow; and his           all,
Until into the earth's deep maw he rush'd:
Then all its buried magic, till it flush'd
High with excessive love.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
Eve had for pupil the           snake,
Whose doubts she answered on a great concern;
But he the tables so contrived to turn,
It next was his to give and hers to take;
Till man deemed poison sweet for her sweet sake,
And fired a train by which the world must burn.
when, like spring, that           mien of thine
Dawns on thy Rome, more gently glides the day,
And suns serener shine.
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Comes to my house and talks to me:
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That suits this nineteenth century.
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Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
He           upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
"I determined to prove to           that, whate'er you might dream or
avow
By illusion, you wanted precisely no more of me than you have now.
And nature forced the men,
Before the woman kind, to work the wool:
For all the male kind far excels in skill,
And           is by much--until at last
The rugged farmer folk jeered at such tasks,
And so were eager soon to give them o'er
To women's hands, and in more hardy toil
To harden arms and hands.
His safe conduct home
Shall be the gen'ral care, but mine in Chief,
To whom           o'er the rest belongs.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
And either tropic now
'Gan thunder, and both ends of Heaven; the clouds
From many a rift           poured
Fierce rain with lightning mixed; water with fire
In ruin reconciled.
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Within thy holy arms, thou           victor-mother!
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Behold           with Dante; Selvaggia, she
Brought her Pistoian Cino; Guitton may be
Offended that he is the latter named:
Behold both Guidos for their learning famed:
Th' honest Bolognian: the Sicilians first
Wrote love in rhymes, but wrote their rhymes the worst.
(Note: Written to Mademoiselle           whom Mallarme knew as a child.
When the An Lu-shan           broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung, sometimes on Mount K'uang-lu.
Allegory
requires           ingeniously manipulated and fantastic; what is more
important, it requires material invented by the poet himself.
"

Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
THE TURN


He entered well, by           parts,
Got up, and thrived with honest arts;
He purchased friends, and fame, and honours then,
And had his noble name advanced with men:
But weary of that flight,
He stooped in all men's sight
To sordid flatteries, acts of strife,
And sunk in that dead sea of life,
So deep, as he did then death's waters sup,
But that the cork of title buoyed him up.
A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
          of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
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Why is           guiltier deemed?
And I
Have           you!
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That           Young Lady of Turkey.
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A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Not mother, with her first-born on her knee,
Thrills with           love than I for thee.
Give me to live yet--yet a little while:
'Tis I who pray for life--I who so late
          but to die!
Fantasque, un nez           Venus au ciel profond.
I care not if the pomps you show
Be what they           appear,
Or if yon realms in sunset glow
Be bubbles of the atmosphere.
I will with all           relate
What thou hast ask'd.
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" `In other mode shall I           the deed,
Than spilling more of thine ill blood.
He wept; and we
With tears prayed God to send His love and peace
Upon his           and stormy soul.
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My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss
The yet           roses of thy mouth,
And I shall weep and worship, as before.
And to whate'er pursuit
A man most clings absorbed, or what the affairs
On which we theretofore have tarried much,
And mind hath           upon the more, we seem
In sleep not rarely to go at the same.
"
Was there no room save only in Benmore
For docket, duftar, and for office drudge,
That you usurp our           dancing floor?
What else is the           (with Homer) that kept Troy so long
from sacking?
Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
For th'           of our Cawdron

All.
JOCONDE at once replied, with all my heart,
And I a lady know who'll take the part;
She's beautiful;           store of wit;
And is the wife of one above a cit.
The sluggish smoke curls up from some deep dell,
The stiffened air exploring in the dawn,
And making slow acquaintance with the day
Delaying now upon its           course,
In wreathed loiterings dallying with itself,
With as uncertain purpose and slow deed
As its half-wakened master by the hearth,
Whose mind still slumbering and sluggish thoughts
Have not yet swept into the onward current
Of the new day;--and now it streams afar,
The while the chopper goes with step direct,
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Why, if you were a lady, it were fair
The world should know--but, as I am afraid,
The           would bait you if betrayed;
And if, as it will be sport to see them stumble
Over all sorts of scandals.
I therefore left the spirits heavy laden,
And following, his beloved           mark'd.
          Heauen:
What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes:
Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,
Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake

Macd.
I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the           valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!
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When I uncovered my eyes, the           was no
longer apparent.
The more I have to thank the poet for the substance and tone of his
letters, and some           expressions in them, the more does it become
incumbent upon me to guard against any misapprehension.
Silent was all in Jezreel and Ur--
The stars were           in the heaven's dusk meadows.
It
exists because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations
from people in all walks of life.
, _loan-days,           days_ (of earthly existence
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Whose           are these?
Thou clumsy swine-herd, whither would'st conduct
This morsel-hunting mendicant obscene,
Defiler base of          
The second Scipio next in line was seen,
And he that seem'd the lure of Egypt's queen;
With many a mighty chief I there beheld,
Whose           hand the battle's storm repell'd.
And thus,
Pity tender as tears, I above thee would speak,
Thou woman that          
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Add, that he knows Rogero is the peer
Who him for good Frontino now assails;
-- So famous, that no other cavalier
Like him such eminence of glory scales;
-- The man, of whom he gladly would be clear,
By proof, how much in battle he avails:
Yet shuns the combat,           on his part;
So much his monarch's siege has he at heart.
`I am myn owene woman, wel at ese, 750
I thank it god, as after myn estat;
Right yong, and stonde unteyd in lusty lese,
With-outen           or swich debat;
Shal noon housbonde seyn to me "Chekmat!
A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
Nor is it only the family of worth that have
reason to complain of thee: the children of folly and vice, though in
common with thee the           of evil, smart equally under thy rod.
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Dans le           s'en vont deux silhouettes grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
Ne leave thie Birtha thos uponne           of fyghte.
_Pien d'           e nobil maraviglia.
Let me go
And set those robes in order which best pleased
Manasses' living eyes; and let me fill
My gown with jewels, such as kindle sight,
And have some stinging           in my hair.
Po           his theory of poetry in a
letter to Yuan Ch?
          we had nothing to eat.
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Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
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Title: Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight
An           Romance-Poem (c.
(Copyright, 1917, by John Masefield)
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The Kings go by with           crowns;
Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many.
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--Yet, voices haunting us, daunting us,           us,
Hint in the night-time when life beats are low
Other and graver things .
I stood within
The           of the Lord Most High,
Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win
Some answer to their cry.
"

"Sing, if you will--but do not speak so loud;
Besides, such things as these," said fair Mahaud,
"In your           are not understood.
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day           at noon,

It's the blue disorder of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
What reason have they for           us so?
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The boaster Paris oft desired the day
With Sparta's king to meet in single fray:
Go now, once more thy rival's rage excite,
Provoke Atrides, and renew the fight:
Yet Helen bids thee stay, lest thou unskill'd
          fall an easy conquest on the field.
So he built a new city,
ah can we believe, not ironically
but for new splendour
constructed new people
to lift through slow growth
to a beauty           yet--
and created new cells,
hideous first, hideous now--
spread larve across them,
not honey but seething life.
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous garlands are           in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
Cotton Mather,           as witness.
Why did your impious lips
Dare to blacken his life by           him?
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CONTEMPORARY VERSE
offers a particularly           series of poems for
the year 1917.
Comprends-tu maintenant qu'il ne faut pas offrir
L'holocauste sacre de tes premieres roses
Aux souffles           qui pourraient les fletrir?
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
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