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Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
26, where waste is           for wild'
(Locock).
I composed the verses on the amiable and           family
of Whitefoords leaving Ballochmyle, when Sir John's misfortunes had
obliged him to sell the estate.
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
And now doth shine within its humble home
A star, that doth each other so outvie,
That           nature hails its lovely birth.
Your feet cut steel on the paths,
I           for the strength
of life and grasp.
and Latona and the tones of the Asiatic lyre, which wed so
well with the dances of the           Graces.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her           round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be crowned!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Odo, Ambaldo,           ensue,
And Walter next; of Paris are the four --
With others, that by me unmentioned fall,
Who cannot tell the name and land of all.
Spread a large canvas, Painter, to contain
The great assembly, and the numerous train ;
Where all about him shall in triumph sit,
Abhorring wisdom, and despising wit ;
Hating all justice, and           to fight,
To rob their native country of their right.
Were my mind
not planted, fixed and immoveable, to ally myself to none in wedlock
since my love of old was false to me in the           of death; were I
not sick to the heart of bridal torch and chamber, to this temptation
alone I might haply yield.
They were all           with rich robes and
arms.
Klingt dort umher, wo weiche           sind.
We prayed
For our departure; wished and wished--nor knew, 285
'Mid that long           and those hopes delayed, [31]
That happier days we never more must view.
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in           time of troublous need:
Their wrath how deadly!
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The seruice, and the           I owe,
In doing it, payes it selfe.
          he mury that is mirtheles?
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May God never grant me power

Not           by true love's art!
          in caresses and treacheries.
Wild and fleeting as the notes
Blown upon a           pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
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Here as my story stood not on good ground,
Frederick Fulgoso doubtful does appear;
Who, searching Barbary's every shore and sound
Erewhile on board a squadron, landed here;
And the isle so rugged and so rocky found,
In all its parts so           and drear,
There is not (through the land) a level space
(He says) whereon a single boot to place.
SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And sow my           o'er!
NOTE BY           FARR.
I see approach,
Borne in curved cars, by speeding horses drawn,
A speared and           band.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
took
Athens, a proposal to demolish it was rejected through the effect
produced on the           by hearing part of a chorus from the Electra
of Euripides sung at a feast.
Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road,
Far from my side, so silently he went,
Catching his golden helmet as he ran,
And hast'ning on along the dun straight way,
Where old men's sabots now began to clack
And withered women, knitting, led their cows,
On, on to call the men of Kitchener
Down to their coasts,--I           after him:
"O Dawn, would you had let the world sleep on
Till all its armament were turned to rust,
Nor waked it to this day of hideous hate,
Of man's red murder and of woman's woe!
Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark,
Her cheeks' pale opal burnt with a red and           spark.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Followers of Piso, empty band
With your light budgets packt to hand,
          best!
--
Be welcome,           both, and pass below
My lintel.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
God and Nature could not thus consent,
And my dark fears are           and undue.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
[135]           from Virg.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
he quits, for ever quits
A scene of peace, though           to his soul:
Again he rouses from his moping fits,
But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl.
When the dynasty was falling, tumult and           arose,
Thieves and robbers roamed like wild beasts.
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the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
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And the spirits of those who were homing
Passed on, rushingly,
Like the Pentecost Wind;
And the whirr of their           thinned
And surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming
Sea-mutterings and me.
'tis a sausage-seller who must           him.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
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It was a short procession, --
The           was there,
An aged bee addressed us,
And then we knelt in prayer.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
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Like to him who bends the leaves

And picks the           flower of all

I from the highest branch have seized,

Of them, the one most beautiful,

One God has made, without a stain,

Made her out of His own beauty,

And He commanded that humility

Should her great worth grace again.
Io fui de li agni de la santa greggia
che           mena per cammino
u' ben s'impingua se non si vaneggia.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
--La dedans sont des filles, infames
Parce que,--vous saviez que c'est faible, les femmes,
Messeigneurs de la cour,--que ca veut           bien,
Vous avez crache sur l'ame, comme rien!
Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother's heart
With her own offspring's blood her hands to imbrue:
Mother, thou too wert cruel; say wert thou
More cruel, mother, or more           he?
What but design of           to appal?
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
By a           broken
paths I twisted and turned from crag to crag.
_ I know that Zeus is stern;
I know he metes his justice by his will;
And yet, his soul shall learn
More softness when once broken by this ill:
And curbing his           vaunt
He shall rush on in fear to meet with me
Who rush to meet with him in agony,
To issues of harmonious covenant.
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
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Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
This was his doom;--the Leech, the guard, were gone, 930
And left proud Conrad           and alone.
See, all our fools           to be knaves!
O Stork, our garden with snow
Was hidden away and lost,
Mid the rose-trees that in it grow
Were           by snow and frost.
At eve the babes with angels converse hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face           to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
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What are we to think of
this          
I           cast my e'e.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
He
lived about thirty miles northwest of Quebec; had been           years
in the country; said he was disappointed that he was not brought to
America after all, but found himself still under British rule and
where his own language was not spoken; that many Scotch, Irish, and
English were disappointed in like manner, and either went to the
States or pushed up the river to Canada West, nearer to the States,
and where their language was spoken.
And less my God to honour than I ought:
Through him my every thought
On a frail beauty blindly have I thrown;
In this my           he stood alone,
Still prompt with cruel aid so to provoke
My young desire, that I
Hoped respite from his harsh and heavy yoke.
Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
LONDON

I wandered through each           street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
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tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
So, pine-like, the legend grew, strong-limbed and tall,
As the Gypsy child grows that eats crusts in the hall;
It sucked the whole strength of the earth and the sky,
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, all brought it supply;
'Twas a natural growth, and stood fearlessly there,
True part of the landscape as sea, land, and air; 30
For it grew in good times, ere the fashion it was
To force these wild births of the woods under glass,
And so, if 'tis told as it should be told,
Though 'twere sung under Venice's moonlight of gold,
You would hear the old voice of its mother, the pine,
Murmur sealike and           through every line,
And the verses should grow, self-sustained and free,
Round the vibrating stem of the melody,
Like the lithe moonlit limbs of the parent tree.
Come this way; come          
What has           is, I believe, this: Donne here, as elsewhere, used
an obsolescent word, viz.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brill,
Who           a shirt with a frill;
But they said, "Don't you wish, you mayn't look like a fish,
You obsequious old person of Brill?
I           him a knightly scarf
With letters of my name
Margret, Margret.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Around thee and above
Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black,
An ebon mass:           thou piercest it,
As with a wedge!
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Therefore from nature's inner shrine,
Where gods and fiends in worship bend,
Majestic spirit, be it thine
The flame to seize, the veil to rend,
Where the vast snake           _100
In charmed sleep doth ever lie.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
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