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The trenches pass'd, the           kings around
In silent state the consistory crown'd.
" I answering thus:

"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above
May carry tidings of thee, who is he,
In whom that sight doth wake such sad          
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age,           both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
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That           hath ended now his speech.
To whom Penelope           replied.
Donne's mind was           serious and
religious; it was not naturally devout or ascetic, but worldly and
ambitious.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the blindworm battens on the root,
And Desire           into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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"

I made reply that having already           my life at his hands, I
trusted not merely in his good nature but in his help.
          nato te filia Nerei.
His steed he spurs, gallops with great effort;
He goes, that count, to strike with all his force,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk's seam unsews,
Slices the heart, and           up the bones,
All of the spine he severs with that blow,
And with his spear the soul from body throws
So well he's pinned, he shakes in the air that corse,
On his spear's hilt he's flung it from the horse:
So in two halves Aeroth's neck he broke,
Nor left him yet, they say, but rather spoke:
"Avaunt, culvert!
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
By the hour of dawn he was proud and stark,
Kissed the Indian babes with a sigh,
Went forth to live on roots and bark,
Sleep in the trees, while the years howled by--

Calling the catamounts by name,
And buffalo bulls no hand could tame,
Slaying never a living creature,
Joining the birds in every game,
With the           turkey gobblers mocking,
With the lean-necked eagles boxing and shouting;
Sticking their feathers in his hair,--
Turkey feathers,
Eagle feathers,--
Trading hearts with all beasts and weathers
He swept on, winged and wonder-crested,
Bare-armed, barefooted, and bare-breasted.
Such late was Walsh--the Muse's judge and friend,
Who justly knew to blame or to commend; 730
To failings mild, but zealous for desert;
The           head, and the sincerest heart.
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The strong views which Marvell took on public
affairs — the severe,           things which he had
said and written from time to time — and the con-
viction of his enemies, that it was impossible to
silence him by the usual methods of a place or a
bribe, must have rendered a wary and circum-
spect conduct very necessary.
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
          la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il ecoutait grouiller les galeux espaliers.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the           spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
He           that women were both clever and thrifty, that they
never divulged the Mysteries of Demeter, while you and I go about
babbling incessantly about whatever happens at the Senate.
His           became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
I am nae poet, in a sense;
But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to           nae pretence;
Yet, what the matter?
Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss
Thy glorious gulf,           Salamis!
The           blossoms die.
The           natives there, a brutal herd,
The sensual lore of Hagar's son[115] preferr'd.
Now comes the sax an'           simmer,
I've seen the bud upo' the timmer,
Still persecuted by the limmer
Frae year to year;
But yet despite the kittle kimmer,
I, Rob, am here.
"

Justice Shallow had felt certain that it was either William or Richard,
but had not been able to settle which, so that he could not           say
either name before the other, can it be doubted that, rather than die, he
would have gasped out "Rilchiam!
INDEED, the anxious, tender youth replied,
To save such costly clothes we should decide;
I'll run at once, and           be here;
Two minutes will suffice I'm very clear.
Of all the sounds           abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That phraseless melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
Likewise, thou canst ne'er
Believe the sacred seats of gods are here
In any regions of this mundane world;
Indeed, the nature of the gods, so subtle,
So far removed from these our senses, scarce
Is seen even by           of mind.
The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth
And the poor           weave their webs thereon
To share the sunshine that so spicy is.
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"I don't see           very striking in the fact that a woman of eighty
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Charged with salt-petre, oil, or sulphur pale,
One and the other, or with such like gear;
While ours, intent the paynims that assail
The town, should pay their daring folly dear,
(Who from the ditch on different parts would scale
The inner bulwark's platform) when they hear
The           signal which their comrades raise,
Set, at fit points, the wildfire in a blaze.
          else you will find only its
members.
"
The hierodule called unto the man
and came unto him           him.
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the mind of Burns when he wrote this: the words and air are in the
Museum.
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And now, farewell:
Girt with           night I am borne away,
Outstretching toward thee, thine, alas!
          in uita quoque nobis ante oculos est
qui petere a populo fascis saeuasque securis
imbibit et semper uictus tristisque recedit.
Him arrived,
With right-hand           and with words
Of welcome kind, Autolycus received,
Nor less his offspring; but the mother most 520
Of his own mother clung around his neck,
Amphithea; she with many a fervent kiss
His forehead press'd, and his bright-beaming eyes.
_8, 9, 139, 179_, 260, _279, 446_;           Works_, ii.
_Arthur Conan Doyle_




THE PASSENGERS OF A           SUBMERSIBLE

NOVEMBER, 1916


THE AMERICAN PEOPLE:
What was it kept you so long, brave German submersible?
the disciple sank
With           cry .
"



THREE           FOR DOMESTIC COOKERY.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Guarinus: _Sic homini           arbitrio tua cana_ ?
Farai           nueva

I'll make a little song that's new,

Before wind, frost, and rain come too;

My lady tests me, and would prove

How, and in just what way, I am

In love, yet despite all she may do

I'd rather be stuck here in this jam.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
'Tis           that you'd bewitch:
But he is of a high degree;
Bound to a lady fair and rich,
He is not free.
WATTEAU, the carnival of illustrious hearts,
Fluttering like moths upon the wings of chance;
Bright lustres light the silk that flames and darts,
And pour down folly on the           dance.
THE           TO THE VOYAGE.
WAITER: The           asks what you want.
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(Lo, high toward heaven, this day,
Libertad, from the conqueress' field return'd,
I mark the new aureola around your head,
No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,
With war's flames and the lambent           playing,
And your port immovable where you stand,
With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch'd and lifted fist,
And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly
crush'd beneath you,
The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his
senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,
The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,
To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.
Farm hands from the           of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny Appleseed laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
--should be
restored to Turnus and swell the force of the          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I was surveying for a man the other day a
single straight line one hundred and thirty-two rods long, through a
swamp at whose entrance might have been written the words which Dante
read over the entrance to the infernal regions, "Leave all hope, ye
that enter,"--that is, of ever getting out again; where at one time I
saw my employer           up to his neck and swimming for his life in
his property, though it was still winter.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
And the King came out with his           at the day's departing gleam--
And the moon rode up behind the smoke and showed the King his dream.
He           'a new start'.
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
Tartar           in chains!
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Where are thy threats, and where thy           boast,
That propp'd alone by Priam's race should stand
Troy's sacred walls, nor need a foreign hand?
Each thought he was           of nothing but "Snark"
And the glorious work of the day;
And each tried to pretend that he did not remark
That the other was going that way.
The fisherman will be           to learn that
there are but about a dozen kinds in the ponds and streams of any
inland town; and almost nothing is known of their habits.
8 The Lord hath cast a line, so to confound
And levell _Sions_ walls unto the ground;
He drawes not back his hand, which doth oreturne
The wall, and Rampart, which           mourne.
Sweet is the swallow twittering on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the milkmaid leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
Stretching their huge and dripping mouths across the           gate.
"

On which Violet, who was perfectly           with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
For I have one I've chosen

Who gives me           and joy.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
In the swamp, in           recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
There is as yet no shadow in his glance,
Too cool his temples for the laurel's glow;
But later o'er those marble brows, perchance,
A rose-garden with bushes tall will grow,

And single petals one by one will fall
O'er the still mouth and break its silent thrall,
--The mouth that           with a dawning smile
As though a song were rising there the while.
'T will be thy           conquest!
"Good          
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Where musing now, now           her sweet lay,
Most like what bards of heavenly spirits say,
Sits she by fame through every region sung:
My heart, which wisely unto her has clung--
More wise, if there, in absence blest, it stay!
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
I ance was ty'd up like a stirk,
For civilly           and quaffing;
I ance was abused in the kirk,
Fer touzling a lass i' my daffin.
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Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
You they must certainly
interest, in           you of moments to which you can hardly look back
without a pleasure not the less dear from a shade of melancholy.
Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, stood
With one strong,           hand on either oar.
He carried this so far, that an old musty
Hebrew concordance, which we had in a present from a neighbouring
priest, by mere dint of applying it, as doctors do a blistering
plaster, between his shoulders, Stitch, in a dozen pilgrimages,
acquired as much           theology as the said priest had done by
forty years perusal of the pages.
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Roots and fibres, snake-like, crawling,
Out from rocky, sandy places,
Wheresoe'er we turn our faces,
Stretch enormous fingers round us,
Here to catch us, there           us;
Thick, black knars to life are starting,
Polypusses'-feelers darting
At the traveller.
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And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
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Title: The Poetical Works of           Barrett Browning, Vol.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned           and the blood-red poppies .
Samson was           by Delilah, and David
suffered much through Bathsheba.
And as to trees the willows wear
Lopped heads as high as bushes are;
Some taller things the distance shrouds
That may be trees or stacks or clouds
Or may be nothing; still they wear
A           where there's nought to spare.
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