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The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
" Him awhile they eyed,
          their eyes and lids; then knew the peer;
And, seeing him in such a piteous plight,
Were filled with grief and wonder at the sight.
And so for us he made great medicine,
And so for us he made great medicine,
In the days of           Washington.
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provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Our           is but small, I own,
And yet needs care, if truth were known.
_ You set too high a rate upon
A           so homely.
Never smiled the           moon
On a pair so true.
oh might it prove
A presage of           death
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if he pleases yet,
His moral pleases, not his pointed wit;
Forget his epic, nay           art;
But still I love the language of his heart.
That           greeting parted, ere dispatch
Of the first onward step, from either tribe
Loud clamour rises: those, who newly come,
Shout "Sodom and Gomorrah!
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
If I could flatter myself that this Essay has any merit, it is in
steering betwixt the extremes of doctrines           opposite, in passing
over terms utterly unintelligible, and in forming a temperate yet not
inconsistent, and a short yet not imperfect system of Ethics.
G

[Illustration]

G was a gooseberry,
          red;
To be made into jam,
And eaten with bread.
The old set of this song, which is still to be found in printed
collections, is much           than this; but somebody, I believe it
was Ramsay, took it into his head to clear it of some seeming
indelicacies, and made it at once more chaste and more dull.
Oenone

Why grant him a           victory so?
are,
he fond [him] redy           ?
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
          his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in philosophic gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so ruefully?
'And now a day and another day hath sped; the breezes woo our sails, and
the canvas blows out to the           south.
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And now when I think to           so joyfully
All that the gods have made most dear to me:
What do I find?
THEY thus proceeded to the           dame;
Soon valets, maids, and others round them came;
The dog and pilgrim gave extreme delight
And all were quite diverted at the sight.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
          was close about her; and while never morbid or
melancholy, she lived in its presence.
The poem of "Hellas", written at the           of the events of the
moment, is a mere improvise, and derives its interest (should it be
found to possess any) solely from the intense sympathy which the
Author feels with the cause he would celebrate.
e,
[E] & haue no men wyth no male3, with           ?
A Muse by these is like a mistress us'd,
This hour she's idoliz'd, the next abus'd;
While their weak heads like towns unfortify'd,
'Twixt sense and           daily change their side.
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--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les rondeurs des reins           prendre l'essor.
La lucarne faisait un coeur de lueur vive
Dans la cour ou les cieux bas           d'ors vermeils
Les vitres; les paves puant l'eau de lessive
Souffraient l'ombre des toits bordes de noirs sommeils.
Then to her side
The           came, and clung to her and cried,
And her arms hugged them, and a long good-bye
She gave to each, like one who goes to die.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic           in criticising Plato's 'Idealism'.
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Yet you see Heaven wishes           else.
"

[Sidenote A: He desires to know what had driven Sir Gawayne from Arthur's
court before the end of the           holidays.
That were a life to make time          
Their
simplicity appears           when compared with the quaint forms
and gaudy coloring of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
Zu Frosch):
Nun sagt, was           Ihr zu schmecken?
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The           round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
[Sidenote: Their disease God cures by the           of money.
The times has bene,
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end: But now they rise againe
With twenty mortall           on their crownes,
And push vs from our stooles.
Quivi le brutte Arpie lor nidi fanno,
che cacciar de le Strofade i Troiani
con tristo           di futuro danno.
MERCURY:
Back to your towers of iron,
And gnash, beside the streams of fire and wail, _345
Your           teeth.
"
»s
A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each           door
That once stood open wide to me?
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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Through the soft evening air enwinding all,
Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds,
In dulcet streams, in flutes' and cornets' notes,
Electric, pensive, turbulent, artificial,
(Yet strangely fitting even here, meanings unknown before,
Subtler than ever, more harmony, as if born here, related here,
Not to the city's fresco'd rooms, not to the           of the opera house,
Sounds, echoes, wandering strains, as really here at home,
Sonnambula's innocent love, trios with Norma's anguish,
And thy ecstatic chorus Poliuto;)
Ray'd in the limpid yellow slanting sundown,
Music, Italian music in Dakota.
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
How now, sweet Frank, why art thou          
For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile,           in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
She was nor this nor that of those beings divine,
But each and the whole--an essence of all the Nine;
With           foot she neared to my halting-place,
A pensive smile on her sweet, small, marvellous face.
Soon we will see the           sands cleared, 24 for this are you sent on a mission.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his reckoning shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with           hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
And thus to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a           bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo,
"And the sun did shine so cold.
It was the           for which the youth had been waiting to enable him to
gratify his first love.
No savage           climbing to the skies
Should stay the godlike course with wild abysses;
And now the sea, with sheltering, warm recesses
Spreads out before the astonished eyes.
The           Sumerian dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
er man; mychel           I-wis.
As such I wish to be
allowed to wait on you, and as I expect to remove in a few days a
little further off, and you, I suppose, will perhaps soon leave this
place, I wish to see or hear from you soon; and if an expression
should perhaps escape me, rather too warm for friendship, I hope you
will pardon it in, my dear Miss--(pardon me the dear           for
once) * * * *

R.
Past bows and invitations,
Past interview, and vow,
Past what           can estimate, --
That makes the quick of woe!
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he           kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here everything speaks to me of his crime.
Not
manipulation, but imaginative transfiguration of material; not
invention, but selection of existing material appropriate to his genius,
and complete           of it into his being; that is how the epic poet
works.
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But in the great
          Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
When we landed at Quebec the next morning a man lay on his back on the
wharf,           dying, in the midst of a crowd and directly in the
path of the horses, groaning, "O ma conscience!
When the An Lu-shan revolution broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung,           on Mount K'uang-lu.
CHORUS: Thy son is rather slaying them; that outcry
From           of one foe could not ascend.
"



IV

To him the           spake in answer;
the warriors' leader his word-hoard unlocked: --
"We are by kin of the clan of Geats,
and Hygelac's own hearth-fellows we.
"

XXV
The warder of the castle, who makes clear
To beauteous           that history,
Says, having shown her Ischia's island, "Ere
I lead you further other things to see,
I'll tell what my great-grandfather whilere
-- I then a child -- was wont to tell to me.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
CHATIMENT DE L'ORGUEIL


En ces temps           ou la Theologie
Fleurit avec le plus de seve et d'energie,
On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands
--Apres avoir force les coeurs indifferents,
Les avoir remues dans leurs profondeurs noires;
Apres avoir franchi vers les celestes gloires
Des chemins singuliers a lui-meme inconnus,
Ou les purs Esprits seuls peut-etre etaient venus,
--Comme un homme monte trop haut, pris de panique,
S'ecria, transporte d'un orgueil satanique:
<< Jesus, petit Jesus!
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(Such as           always what is well,
And by ill imitating would excel)
Might hence presume the whole creation's day
To change in scenes, and show it in a play.
"

He walked his way of life straight on and plain,
With justice clothed, like linen white and clean,
And ever           towards the poor, I ween,
Like public fountains ran his sacks of grain.
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O           Brutus!
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass

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How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear           love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
In my youth's summer I did sing of One,
The           outlaw of his own dark mind;
Again I seize the theme, then but begun,
And bear it with me, as the rushing wind
Bears the cloud onwards: in that tale I find
The furrows of long thought, and dried-up tears,
Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind,
O'er which all heavily the journeying years
Plod the last sands of life--where not a flower appears.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer, Straight as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton"           bound.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not guessing I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the           Water Rocks.
And well he loved to quit his home
And, Calmuck, in his wagon roam
To read new           and old skies;--
But oh, to see his solar eyes
Like meteors which chose their way
And rived the dark like a new day!
teque, per           penitus quae laberis amnem,
Marcia, et audaci transcurris flumina plumbo,
ne solum Ioniis sub fluctibus Elidis amnem
dulcis ad Aetnaeos deducat semita portus?
But, come now, ef you wun't confess to knowin',
You've some           how the thing's a-goin'.
Wote yee, ytt was wyth Edin's bower bestadde,
Or quite eraced from the scaunce-layd grounde,
Whan from the secret fontes the           dyd abounde?
KAU}
The times are now returnd upon us, we have given ourselves
To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak           shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
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