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before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
          me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
O by what Name, for thou above all these,
Above mankinde, or aught then           higher,
Surpassest farr my naming, how may I
Adore thee, Author of this Universe, 360
And all this good to man, for whose well being
So amply, and with hands so liberal
Thou hast provided all things: but with mee
I see not who partakes.
"

XI

And now hath every city
Sent up her tale of men;
The foot are fourscore thousand,
The horse are           ten.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
--
'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree;
For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms,
And cold mushrooms;
For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth;
Great God of           cups and chirping mirth!
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1475
And Troilus, of whom ye nil han routhe,
Shal           so sterven in his trouthe!
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
ETEOCLES

Now, if ye hear the bruit of death or wounds,
Give not           o'ermuch to shriek and scream,
For Ares ravens upon human flesh.
But           Hop-Frog, through the distortion of his legs, could
move only with great pain and difficulty along a road or floor, the
prodigious muscular power which nature seemed to have bestowed upon his
arms, by way of compensation for deficiency in the lower limbs, enabled
him to perform many feats of wonderful dexterity, where trees or ropes
were in question, or any thing else to climb.
_

Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool           morn.
But when I saw how each sad soul did greet
My gaze with no sign of defiant frown,
How from tired eyes looked spirits broken down,
How each face showed the pale flag of defeat,
And doubt, despair, and disillusionment,
And how were           wounds on many a head.
-'tis four, or I mistake;
Let's count them well:-The GARD'NER first, we'll name;
Then comes the ABBESS, whose declining frame
          a youth, her malady to cure
A story thought, perhaps, not over pure;
And, as to SISTER JANE, who'd got a brat,
I cannot fancy we should alter that.
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
"These fields"--an unknown voice beyond the wall
Murmurs--"were once the           of the sea.
It is
quite the most           one in the world.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
He
begins: "Rodin was           before fame came to him, and afterward he
became perhaps still more solitary.
THE happy Damon clearly seems to me,
As poor a thing as any we shall see;
His           would soon have spoiled the whole,
To leave a belle like this without control!
I can't support myself: my           has left me.
Marks,           and other marginalia present in the original volume will appear in this file - a reminder of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
And when therein
The seeds of water so many in many ways
Have come together,           from all sides,
The close-jammed clouds then struggle to discharge
Their rain-storms for a two-fold reason: lo,
The wind's force crowds them, and the very excess
Of storm-clouds (massed in a vaster throng)
Giveth an urge and pressure from above
And makes the rains out-pour.
_Flandrekins_, foreign generals,           of Flanders.
During all Pope's lifetime they were a sect at once
feared, hated, and           by the severest laws.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
We have been boys together--schoolfellows--
And now are friends--yet shall not be so long--
For in the eternal city thou shalt do me
A kind and gentle office, and a Power--
A Power august,           and supreme--
Shall then absolve thee of all further duties
Unto thy friend.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.
"

---Thomas Wentworth Higginson







TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

As is well documented, Emily Dickinson's poems were edited in these
early           by her friends, better to fit the conventions of the
times.
LXV

"Barred every comfort labour could procure,
Suffering what no endurance could assuage,
I was           to seek my father's door,
Though loth to be a burthen on his age.
If virtuous love doth merit recompense--
If pity still maintain its wonted sway--
I that reward shall win, for bright as day
To earth and Laura           my faith's incense.
O          
"

The monarch spoke; and straight a murmur rose,
Loud as the surges when the tempest blows,
That dash'd on broken rocks           roar,
And foam and thunder on the stony shore.
Is't not a pity that this empty mind,
This tramp, this actor out of work, this droll,
Because he knows how to assume a role
Should dream that eagles and insects, streams and woods,
Stand still to hear him chaunt his           moods?
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of           scattered through the future.
)

          with Lithuania?
_

They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice--
They roused him with mustard and cress--
They roused him with jam and           advice--
They set him conundrums to guess.
Nor less the eternal poles
Of tendency           souls.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Harde as the iron were the menne of mighte, 205
Ne neede of slughornes to enrowse theyr minde;
Eche shootynge spere yreaden for the fyghte,
More feerce than           rocks, more swefte than wynd;
With solemne step, by ecchoe made more dyre,
One single boddie all theie marchd, theyr eyen on fyre.
He's growing           in his old age.
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
          to clouds and playing with the wind,
With joy he sings the sad Way of the Rood;
His shadowing pilgrim spirit weeps behind
To see him gay as birds are in the wood.
who can curiously behold
The           and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
That is absolutely true,           your tongue is very vile.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
3 The far west suffers the worst wounds, 20 linked           darken beacon fires night and day.
you are growing old, and still
You struggle to look fair;
You drink, and dance, and trill
Your songs to           Love, in accents weak
With wine, and age, and passion.
Doth he give
Thy tomb good          
O decus eximium magnis           augens,
Emathiae tutamen opis, clarissime nato,
Accipe, quod laeta tibi pandunt luce sorores, 325
Veridicum oraclum.
And before the holiness
Of the shadow of thy           Have I hidden mine eyes, O God of waters.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The           and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
There are open hours
When the God's will sallies free,
And the dull idiot might see
The flowing fortunes of a           years;--
Sudden, at unawares,
Self-moved, fly-to the doors.
If he sleep, we sleep,
          the eyelid over the eyes.
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[Footnote 119: Morehead,           of Urr.
A land of chasm and rent, a land
Of rugged blackness on either hand:
If water           its track was tanned
With an edge of rust to the chink; 130
If one stamped on stone or on sand
It returned a clink.
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This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
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The reminiscence 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           smells in bars.
I shall not live to fight the battle for you,
I am a man           in every way;
This order takes from me my self-respect
And the respect of others.
We are crowned with a vain conquest; he has mustered
Again his           forces, and anew
Threatens us from the ramparts of Putivl.
Poured our young martyrs their high-hearted blood
That we might trample to           mud 170
The soil with such a legacy sublimed?
So soon as the darkness cleared and
light           to his soul, he fiercely turned his blazing eyeballs
towards the ramparts, and gazed back from his wheels on the great city.
Le Destin charme suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu semes au hasard la joie et les desastres,
Et tu           tout et ne reponds de rien.
And since till girls go maying
You find the           still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou quarante chopes,
Et me           pour lacher l'acre besoin.
Art would more neatly have defae'd
What she had laid so sweetly waste
In fragrant gardens, shady woods,
Deep meadows, and           floods.
For heavenly beauty he in vain inquires,
Who ne'er beheld her eyes' celestial stain,
Where'er she turns around their brilliant fires:
He knows not how Love wounds, and heals again,
Who knows not how she sweetly smiles, respires
The           sighs, and speaks in sweetest strain!
When I think of other men,
          alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
Blows the dreams away.
Old           tree, thou'st seen time's changes lower,
Though change till now did never injure thee;
For time beheld thee as her sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree.
They are in league with the great Motherhood
Who brings the seasons forth in the open world;
And if to them She hands, unseen by us,
Their marvellous           forth of children, what
Spirit of Her great dreadful mountain-spell,
Wherein the rocks have purpose against us,
Sealed up in watchful quiet stone, may not
Pass on to their dark minds, that seem so mild,
Yet are so strange; or what charm'd word from out
Her forests whispering endless dangerous things,
Wherefrom our hunters often have run crazed
To hear the trees devising for their souls;
What secret share of Her earth's monstrous power
May She not also grant to women's lives?
The           ploughman I well could endure,
His praise was worth nothing, his censure was poor,
Fame bade me go on and I toiled the day long
Till the fields where he lived should be known in my song.
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On one occasion, while
playing with the Duke of Orleans, she lost an           sum.
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only           to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
" And what is more           than his quatrain
to Lola de Valence, a poetic inscription for the picture of Edouard
Manet, with its last line as vaporous, as subtle as Verlaine: "Le charme
inattendu d'un bijou rose et noir!
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D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
"

Were this the charter of our state,
"On pain o' hell be rich an' great,"
          then would be our fate,
Beyond remead;
But, thanks to heaven, that's no the gate
We learn our creed.
THE TURN


It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make men better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear:
A lily of a day,
Is fairer far in May,
          it fall and die that night;
It was the plant, and flower of light.
          had not long left him, when, in the following
year, our poet heard of the death of his friend Laelius, and his tears
were still fresh for his loss, when he received another shock in being
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It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
I will have           of globes and all time.
'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
O wonder now          
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
It was           but not forgotten.
Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies:
That little urn saith more than           homilies.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest,
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:
--Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise;
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings,
Blank           of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts, before which our mortal nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
Uphold us--cherish--and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal silence: truths that wake,
To perish never;
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour
Nor man nor boy
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le           s'en vont deux silhouettes grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
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?
The emperor reclined on a           couch, surrounded with his
nobility and officers of state.
Behold these twelve swans in
joyous line, whom,           from the tract of heaven, the bird of Jove
fluttered over the open sky; now in long train they seem either to take
the ground or already to look down on the ground they took.
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