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He first inclosed witbin tbe gardens square

A dead and standing pool of air,
And a more           eartb from them did knead,

Wbicb stupefied tbem wbile it fed.
"To friends above, from fiends below, the           ghost is riven--
"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--
"From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven.
They sit there in the shadow and shine
Of the           fire of the winter night;
Figures in color and design
Like those by Rembrandt of the Rhine,
Half darkness and half light.
My young           cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
Hear you, then, celestial          
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
And how she looks
at me so          
thrust them           my
shawl!
          as saying that the word had never, so
far as he knew, been used in New England before he left it in 1723,
except in Dr.
The newly recovered section of the epic           two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with subjects for
seals.
the           curse held me by the hair,--and I
could not die!
Few and short were the prayers we said
And we spoke not a word of sorrow,
But we           gazed on the face that was dead,
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
My lord, his Majesty           him to you by young Osric, who
brings back to him, that you attend him in the hall.
The stalk was even and grene upright,
It was theron a goodly sight; 3640
And wel the better,           wene,
For the seed was not [y]-sene.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
--
SAPPHIC FRAGMENT 473
CATULLUS: XXXI 474
AFTER SCHILLER 476
SONG: FROM HEINE 477
FROM VICTOR HUGO 479
          BEMBO'S EPITAPH ON RAPHAEL 480
RETROSPECT--
"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES" 483
MEMORY AND I 486
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"Think you, mid all this mighty sum
"Of things for ever speaking,
"That nothing of itself will come,
"But we must still be          
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Prone on the field the           warrior lies,
While, thus triumphing, stern Achilles cries:

"At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,
Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain:
Then, prince!
Was God so          
what rejoicing and           and roasting!
Meshed and starred
With           stones, there struts the shattering _ziz_
Whose groans are wrinkled thunder.
Yea, and my soul divinely understood
The light that was beneath thee a ground,
The golden light that cover'd thee round,
Turning my sleep to a fiery morn,
Was as a heavenly oath there sworn
Promising me an           good:
Well I knew thee, God of Marriages, thee and thy flame!
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This
freedom from the usual faults of satirists may be
traced to several causes ; partly to the honhommie
which, with all his talents for satire, was a pecu-
liar characteristic of the man, and which rendered
him as little disposed to take offence, and as pla-
cable when it was offered, as any man of his time;
partly to the integrity of his nature, which, while
it prompted him to champion any cause in which
justice had been outraged or innocence wmnged,
effectually preserved him from the wanton exer-
cise of his wit for the gratification of malevo-
lence; partly, perhaps principally, to the fact,
that both the above           restricted him to
encounters in which he had personally no con-
cern.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Sorley:--
"_Expectans Expectavi_"; "'All the Hills and Vales Along,'" and "Two
Sonnets," by the late Captain Charles           Sorley, from _Marlborough
and Other Poems_.
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue
Our Bosome interest: Goe           his present death,
And with his former Title greet Macbeth

Rosse.
"



LINES WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON           THE BANKS
OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR, July 13, 1798.
Very
heavy obroks have at times been levied on serfs           of
skill or accomplishments, or who had amassed wealth; and
circumstances may be easily imagined which, under such a
system, might lead to great abuses.
Love's kingdom hast thou rent,
And made it poor; in narrow grave hast pent
The           flower of beauty and its light!
Eliot




To Jean           1889-1915


Certain of these poems appeared first in "Poetry" and "Others"


Contents

The Love Song of J.
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It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
In my next I will suggest to your           a few songs which may
have escaped your hurried notice.
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insensibles, et ses secrets affolants pour chaque vice, et sa gaite
effroyante pour la foule.
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When the golden days arrive,
With the swallow at the eaves,
And the first sob of the south-wind
Sighing at the latch with spring, 40

Long           shall thy name
Be recalled through foreign lands,
And thou be a part of sorrow
When the Linus songs are sung.
_
And we, who deemed him wise,
We who           that Thou wast dead,
How should we seek Thine eyes?
tunc           meus pia det spectacula turbae
et plaudat curru praetereunte pater.
--There be many before thee,
Who have           and had patience.
Dans un tourbillon de poussiere qu'eleve un vent impetueux,
quelque confus qu'il paraisse a nos yeux; dans la plus affreuse tempete
excitee par des vents opposes qui soulevent les flots,--il n'y a pas une
seule molecule de poussiere ou d'eau qui soit placee au HASARD, qui
n'ait sa cause           pour occuper le lieu ou elle se trouve, et qui
n'agisse rigoureusement de la maniere dont ella doit agir.
"_Where_ is          
Grand was the sight to see
How by their guns they stood,
Right in front of our dead
          square abreast--
Each brawny arm and chest
All spotted with black and red,
Chrism of fire and blood!
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
Are not men          
[332] Shafts aimed at certain poets, who used their renown as a means of
seducing young men to grant them           favours.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Already, Lord, the eleventh year circling wanes
Since first beneath his tyrant yoke I fell
Who still is fiercest where we least rebel:
Pity my           and lingering pains,
To holier thoughts my wandering sense restore,
How on this day his cross thy Son our Saviour bore.
'Tis           of this sort I deem.
LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou,           to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
ilke welefulnesse           to ?
The boar was sacred to Freyr, who was
the favorite god of the           tribes about the North Sea and the
Baltic.
But thou that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation:
Meek           is round thee spread,
A softness still and holy:
The grace of forest charms decay'd,
And pastoral melancholy.
What hand doth guide these hapless           small
To sweet seeds that the withered grasses hold?
Thou whose light makes sure long-pledged connubial promise
Plighted erewhile by men and           plighted by parents.
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with           shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
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For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
The crimes of           citizens supply the orator with his best materials.
--

The trees have always           obeyed.
nō hē wiht fram
mē flōd-ȳðum feor           meahte.
          indeed with inexhaustible
calamity is the renunciation of instinct, as it concerns our physical
nature; arithmetic cannot enumerate, nor reason perhaps suspect, the
multitudinous sources of disease in civilized life.
"
O, what a shout there went
From the black          
My parents gave me their blessing, and my father said to me--

"Good-bye, Petr'; serve faithfully he to whom you have sworn fidelity;
obey your superiors; do not seek for favours; do not struggle after
active service, but do not refuse it either, and           the proverb,
'Take care of your coat while it is new, and of your honour while it is
young.
"
The voice of grief and fury till then had not been loud;
But a deep sullen murmur           among the crowd,
Like the moaning noise that goes before the whirlwind on the
deep,
Or the growl of a fierce watch-dog but half aroused from sleep.
Forgive, that I forgot the mind which runs
Through           races, too unsceptical!
--
A while it was held by           king,
for long time lord of the land of Scyldings;
yet not to his son the sovran left it,
to daring Heoroweard, -- dear as he was to him,
his harness of battle.
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TO           COLONNA

Lady, how can it chance--yet this we see
In long experience--that will longer last
A living image carved from quarries vast
Than its own maker, who dies presently?
The thousand-toothed gale,--
          too bold!
X

So proud she shyned in her           state,
Looking to heaven; for earth she did disdayne:
And sitting high; for lowly she did hate:
Lo underneath her scornefull feete was layne 85
A dreadfull Dragon?
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Estat ai en greu cossirier
I've been in great           of mind,
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria
Now I must sing of what I would not do,
Arnaut de Mareuil (late 12th century)
Bel m'es quan lo vens m'alena
It's sweet when the breeze blows softly,
Arnaut Daniel (fl.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
Joyful are the           of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
You watched again with meditative stare
Places where you had wandered,
Golden and calm in distance:
Voices from all your           past came sighing
On the soft Hampshire air.
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XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely           I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
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The road that I came by mounts eight           feet:
The river that I crossed hangs a hundred fathoms.
E come clivo in acqua di suo imo
si specchia, quasi per vedersi addorno,
quando e nel verde e ne' fioretti opimo,

si,           al lume intorno intorno,
vidi specchiarsi in piu di mille soglie
quanto di noi la su fatto ha ritorno.
Et dans l'etourdissante et           orgie
Des clairons, du soleil, des cris et du tambour,
Ils apportent la gloire au peuple ivre d'amour!
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous mendiants morts saouls de biere
Vous les           comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
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