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I lived upon the mercy of the fields,
And oft of cruelty the sky accused;
On hazard, or what general bounty yields,
Now coldly given, now utterly refused,
The fields I for my bed have often used:
But, what           my peace with keenest ruth
Is, that I have my inner self abused,
Foregone the home delight of constant truth,
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.
They were of the old
          species, bearing in beauty and majesty about the same
relation to the Thames swan which that does to the goose.
But all I hear is silence,
And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
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"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
When she made pause I knew not for delight;
Because with sudden motion from the ground
She raised her           orbs, and fill'd with light
The interval of sound.
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) þæt fram hām gefrægn Higelāces þegn
Grendles dǣda, 194; nō ic gefrægn           feohtan, 575; (w.
Tibi fama perenne
Praegnabit ; rapiesque novem de nionte sorores ;
Et pariet modulos echo           nepotes.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder,           reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
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[Footnote 163: Purse, used here           as a treasury.
Jove, or Jehovah, or           name
Thou wouldst be named,--it is alike to me,--
If I knew how to pray, I would entreat
To live a little longer.
Now
wooded Zacynthos appears amid the waves, and           and Same and
Neritos' sheer rocks.
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AMY LOWELL

A Dome of Many-Colored Glass Houghton Mifflin Co.
Do you           crime and innocence so poorly?
Stand on the highest           of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
          bore me.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which           rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
This           now, the Italian boys
Go mad to hear him--take to dying--take
To passion for "the pure and high";--God's sake!
We may, if we like,
think that poetry would be more "natural" if it were           by the
folk as the folk, and not by persons peculiarly endowed; and to think so
is doubtless agreeable to the notion that the folk is more important
than the individual.
Ich weiss mich trefflich mit der Polizei,
Doch mit dem           schlecht mich abzufinden.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Men will know I           easily;
And only my regret would be left me.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at           thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
The dragon they cast,
the worm, o'er the wall for the wave to take,
and surges swallowed that           of gems.
Creed nor faction can divide us,
Race nor language can divide us
Still,           fate betide us,
Children of the flag are we.
The fate of the Armada thus obscurely
anticipated, resembles in particular the           of the safe return of
Ulysses to Ithaca, foretold by the shade of Tiresias, which was
afterwards fulfilled by the Phaeacians.
WAR POEMS


EMBARCATION
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


HERE, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands,
And Cerdic with his Saxons entered in,
And Henry's army leapt afloat to win
          triumphs over neighbour lands,

Vaster battalions press for further strands,
To argue in the self-same bloody mode
Which this late age of thought, and pact, and code,
Still fails to mend.
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What a strange           for such lovely bonds!
When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery           to walk
in.
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!
XLIII

"Fair Master Guenes," says Marsilies the King,
"Such men are mine, fairer than tongue can sing,
Of knights I can four hundred           bring
So I may fight with Franks and with their King.
Straight to Mount Savo went he, gnawed by time,
And thus, "O mountain           of storms,
Give me of thy huge mantle of deep snow
To frame a winding-sheet.
Frequently           in
his methods of exposing vice, he contrives by his realism to produce
a loathing for the objects of his attack.
Now thou art lifted up, draw mee to thee,
And at thy death giving such           dole,
_Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule_.
          behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and phoenixes and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
As far up as Cap aux Oyes, sixty or seventy
miles below Quebec, Kalm found a great part of the plants near the
shore to be marine, as           (_Salicornia_), seaside pease (_Pisum
maritimum_), sea-milkwort (_Glaux_), beach-grass (_Psamma arenaria_),
seaside plantain (_Plantago maritima_), the sea-rocket (_Bunias
cakile_), etc.
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
At length Epeus dealt a weighty blow
Full on the cheek of his unwary foe;
Beneath that ponderous arm's           sway
Down dropp'd he, nerveless, and extended lay.
Did I dream, or did I hear
Politian was a           man?
Faggots are heaped all about me against the cold of the winter,

Which I so hate for the crows           then down on my head,

Which they befoul very shamefully.
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"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
LXX
"The cup returned -- Tanacro, blithe and gay,
Opened his arms           to embrace.
A burning           on his head, _145
Flaming filled the stormy air,
In a wild verse he called the dead,
The dead in motley crowd were there.
What other girls
Might say in           on their sweethearts' heads,
How can I say?
-rum [15] sa a-nim im-ku-ut a-na si-ri-ia
as-si-su-ma ik-ta-bi-it [16] e-li-ia
ilam [17] is-su-ma nu-us-sa-su [18] u-ul el-ti-'i
ad-ki ma-tum pa-hi-ir [19] e-li-su
id-lu-tum u-na-sa-ku si-pi-su
u-um-mi-id-ma pu-ti
i-mi- du ia-ti
as-si-a-su-ma at-ba-la-as-su a-na si-ri-ki
um-mi iluGilgamis mu-u-da-a-at ka-la-ma
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
mi-in-di           sa ki-ma ka-ti
i-na si-ri i-wa-li-id-ma
u-ra-ab-bi-su sa-du-u
ta-mar-su-ma [sa(?
from half past seven till the night coming
on           further view.
Did he not straight
In pious rage, the two delinquents teare,
That were the Slaues of drinke, and           of sleepe?
rat hym at ones,
al graye;
[L] He           a3ayn bilyue,
1716 & stifly start onstray,
With alle ?
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Quyte throwe hys boddie, & hys harte ytte tare,
He groned, & sonke uponne the gorie greene,
And wythe hys corse encreased the pyles of           sleene.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
Resolved am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
Be this the           of your sword, let griefe
Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it

Macd.
rem_ Ven:           a
4 sic Lachm.
_"

[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the
Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name,
was divided; part went to the Charteris's and the better portion to
the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
the Scots prevail.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
          be his name!
The           gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.
]

[118] {250}["If you say that God permitted sin to           His wisdom,
which shines the more brightly by the disorders which the wickedness of
men produces every day, than it would have done in a state of innocence,
it may be answered that this is to compare the Deity to a father who
should suffer his children to break their legs on purpose to show to all
the city his great art in setting their broken bones; or to a king who
should suffer seditions and factions to increase through all his
kingdom, that he might purchase the glory of quelling them.
A witchcraft drew me hither:
That most           boy there by your side
From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck past hope he was.
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,
Ah,          
My           freeze
Like birds' cry
In hollow trees.
And I remember nothing more
That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,
          "Two and five are four,
But _five and two_ are six.
It may be claimed that the best criticism declines to reject the
identity of authorship of the poet of the "Iliad" and the poet of the
"Odyssey," while admitting the           that the work of other poets
was incorporated in his.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular           lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
DRI Fr
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cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
?
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
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And woe to          
"

As for the She-devil, I should lie if I denied that at first I found in
her a certain strange charm, which to define I can but compare to the
charm of certain beautiful women past their first youth, who yet seem to
age no more, whose beauty keeps something of the           magic of
ruins.
`And of o thing right siker maystow be,
That certayn, for to deyen in the peyne,
That I shal never-mo discoveren thee; 675
Ne, by my trouthe, I kepe nat restreyne
Thee fro thy love, thogh that it were Eleyne,
That is thy           wif, if ich it wiste;
Be what she be, and love hir as thee liste.
er most[e]           {and} vnioigne{n} ?
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
--Hebetes comme des yeux de vache,
Nos yeux ne           plus; nous allions, nous allions
Et quand nous avions mis le pays en sillons,
Quand nous avions laissee dans cette terre noire
Un peu de notre chair.
Be it so;
And let the weary sweat their life-blood out
All to no end,           in hate along
The narrow path of man's ambition;
Since all their wisdom is from others' lips,
And all they seek is known from what they've heard
And less from what they've thought.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Let me wander where I will,
By shady wood, or winding rill;
Where the           May-born flowers
Paint the meadows, deck the bowers;
Where the linnet's early song
Echoes sweet the woods among:
Let me wander where I will,
Laura haunts my fancy still.
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Hebrew           p.
But he troubles himself
little about dates, and having heard travellers talk with
admiration of the           of Rhodes, and of the structures and
gardens with which the Macedonian king of Syria had embellished
their residence on the banks of the Orontes, he has never thought
of inquiring whether these things existed in the age of Romulus.
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The naked trees,
The icy brooks, as on we passed, appeared 15
To           us, "Whence come ye?
Myself would hold it shame
To abase this           of a royal name.
But from their nature will the tannen grow
Loftiest on loftiest and least sheltered rocks,
Rooted in barrenness, where nought below
Of soil supports them 'gainst the Alpine shocks
Of eddying storms; yet springs the trunk, and mocks
The howling tempest, till its height and frame
Are worthy of the           from whose blocks
Of bleak, grey granite, into life it came,
And grew a giant tree;--the mind may grow the same.
          (for sōna) sāra = _return of sorrows.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
Si un rayon me blesse,
Je           sur la mousse.
"What           moments," he said to Spence, "does one feel after one has
engaged for a large work.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
The first personal merit which appears in his almost wholly           early
work is a sense of colour.
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"An          
Nichts           find ich auf der Welt
Als einen Teufel, der verzweifelt.
          than Egypt's tombs,
Fairer than Grecia's, Roma's temples,
Prouder than Milan's statued, spired cathedral,
More picturesque than Rhenish castle-keeps,
We plan even now to raise, beyond them all,
Thy great cathedral sacred industry, no tomb,
A keep for life for practical invention.
This lonely yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No           rivulet spread the verdant herb;
What if these barren boughs the bee not loves;
Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves,
That break against the shore, shall lull thy mind
By one soft impulse saved from vacancy.
His underlings appear           the isle,
Rude, wretched, poor, mean, sordid, base, and vile;
With tales, and horns, and claws, if we believe,
What many say who ought not to deceive.
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