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E! U L TA T ION S
G u i do
i n v it e s yo u th u s
1
A P P O I l e av e b e hi nd a nd Dant e too
L o I w o uld s a il th e s e a s w ith th e e a lo ne !
Ta lk m e no lov e t a lk no bo ught ch e a p fi ddl ry
Mi ne i s t he shi p and thi ne th e m e rc h andi s e
All th e blind e arth kno w s not th e mp ris e
Wh e re to tho u called s t a nd w h e re to I c a ll
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L o , I hav e s e e n th e e bo und a bo ut w ith d re a ms ,
L o I h a v e k no w n thy h e a rt a nd its d e s i re ;
L ife , all of it , my s e a , a nd a ll m e n s st re a m s
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A re
fus e d
in
it
as
fl a m e s of a n alta r fi re
L o , tho u hast voyage d
1
The
f
re e re nce
is to Dante
no t !
'
s s
T he
o nne t
!
S hip i s min e
Guido
vo rre i
”
.
N ight L it an y
D I E U , p urifi e z
u
rifi e z
p
nos c oe urs !
nos c oe urs !
Ye a
th e lines h a st tho u laid unto m e
in pl e a s a nt pl a c e s ,
And the be a uty of th is thy Ve n i c e
h a st th o u shown unto m e
Until is i ts lov e li ne ss b e c o m e unto m e
a thi ng of t e a rs
.
O
God what g re a t ki ndn e ss
hav e w e do ne in tim e s past
a nd fo rgott e n it
That tho u giv e s t th is w o nd e r unto us
0 God of wat e rs ?
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,
,
0
God of the night
Wh a t gre at so rro w
Cometh unto us
That tho u th us re p aye s t us
Befo re t he tim e of its c oming ?
,
0
God of sil e nc e ,
P urifie z
no s
P urifi e z no s
c oe urs
coe urs
hav e s e e n
T h e glo ry of th e s h a do w of th e
l i k e ne ss of thi ne h a ndm a id
Fo r w e
Io
,
,
,
Yea
glo ry of th e shadow
of thy B e a uty h a th w a lk e d
,
th e
U po n th e S h a do w of th e wat e rs
In this thy Ve ni ce
And b e fo re the h oliness
Of th e s hadow of thy ha nd ma id
Have I hidd e n mi ne e y e s
0 God of w at e rs
.
,
.
0
God
of
sil e n c e
,
P urifie z
P urifie z
nos coe urs
nos coe urs
,
,
O God of wat e rs ,
m a k e c l e a n o ur h e a rts within us
And o ur lips to S ho w fo rth thy p ra is e
Fo r I h a v e s e e n the
Shadow of thi s thy Ve ni c e
F loati ng upo n th e w a t e rs
A nd thy sta rs
H a ve se e n thi s thi ng o ut of th e i r far co urses
Hav e th e y s e e n thi s thi ng
0 God of w a t e rs
Ev e n as are thy sta rs
Sil e nt unto us in th e i r far co ursing
Ev e n s o i s min e h e a rt
b e come sil e nt w ithin m e
,
,
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,
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,
.
P u rifiez
n os cwu rs
0 God of th e s ile n ce ,
P n riflez
0 God of w a ters
.
II
n os caeu rs
San d a l p ho n
Th e a nge l of p raye r acc o rdi ng to th e T al m ud
a m o ng t h e a nge l s of w i nd a nd fi re , w h o die a s
fi ni s h e d ,
h ands
l o a s h e gathe rs
a s
th e
p ra ye rs
t d
oved
th e i r o ne s o ng is
th e y turn to flowe rs in his
s a n s unm
.
N D these abo ut m e die
B e c a us e th e p a i n of th e i nfi nite si ngi ng
Sl ay e th th e m
Y e that h a v e s ung of th e pain of th e ea rth ho rde s
a ge lo ng c rus a di ng
Ye k no w s om e w h a t the st ra i n
th e s a d s w e e t wond e r p a in o f s uch singing
A nd the re fo re ye know aft e r wh a t fa shio n
Thi s s inging hath powe r dest roying
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th e s e abo ut m e h e a ring s uc h song in homage
U nto th e Mov e r of Ci rc l e s
D ie fo r th e might of th e i r p ra i s i ng
And th e a ut um n of th e i r ma rc e s c e nt wi ngs
Maketh e v e r ne w lo a m fo r my fo re s t ;
And th e s e g re y ash t re e s hold w ithin them
All the s e c rets of whatso things
They d reamed befo re th e i r p rais e s
And in this grove my fl ow e rs
F ruit of p ra y e rful po w e rs
Have fi rst th e i r tho ught of life
And then th e i r b e ing
Ye a ,
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Ye ma rv e l that I die not ! f ors ita n !
Thi nki ng me kin with s uch as may not weep
Thi nki ng m e pa rt of th e m that die fo r p ra i s i ng
ye a tho it b e p ra ising
p a st the pow e r of m a n s mo rtality to
d re am or nam e its phas e s
ye a tho it c h ant and pa e a n
pa st th e might of e a rth d w e lt
so ul to thi nk on
— ye a tho it b e p raisi ng
as these the wi ng e d o ne s d i e of
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Ye think me
o ne
i nsensate
e ls e die I also
Sith th e s e abo ut m e die
And if I wa t c hi ng
Eve r the m ultipl e x j e w e l of b e ryl and j asp e r
a nd sapph i re
Make of th e s e pray e rs of e a rth ever ne w flo w e rs ;
Ma rv e l a nd wond e r !
Ma rvel and wond e r e v e n as 1
Giving t o p ray e r ne w l a ngua ge
And c ausi n g th e w o rks to S p e a k
Of t h e e a rth ho rd e s a ge l a s ti ng lo ngi ng
Ev e n as I ma rve l a nd w ond e r and k no w no t
Yet ke e p my watch in the ash wood
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Se s tin a : A ltafo rte
L OQ UIT U R
D a n te
up
E n B e rt rans de B o rn
Alighi e ri p ut thi s m an in he ll fo r that h e was a s ti rre r
:
.
!
of s trife
.
E cco vi l
J udge
H ave
T he
The
ye 1
I dug him up
s ce ne
is
at
L op d
e
ar
"
,
his
ca s
i
a ga n ?
tl e
,
th e dev ice
Altafo rte
P ap io ls
.
is his
of R ich ard (Gaeur de
L io n)
j o ngle ur
.
.
I
AM N
it all ! a ll this o ur So uth sti nks p e ace
Yo u who re so n dog P a p iols come ! L et s to
m usi c !
I have no life sav e w h e n th e s w o rd s c l a sh
B ut a h ! wh e n I s e e t h e s tand a rds gold vai r p urpl e
oppo s i ng
And t h e b ro a d fi e ld s b e ne a th th e m t urn c rimson
Th e n howl I my h e a rt nigh m a d w ith rej oicing
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II
I n hot s umm e r h av e I gre a t re j oi c i ng
Wh e n th e t e mp e sts kill th e e a rth s fo ul pea c e
And th e light n i ngs from bla c k h e a v n fl a sh c rimso n
A nd th e fi e rc e th und e rs roa r m e th e i r m us ic
And th e w inds s h ri e k th ro ugh th e clouds m ad opposing
And th ro ugh all the riv e n ski e s God s swo rds clash
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III
Hell grant soon w e h e a r a ga i n the swo rds c lash !
A nd th e sh rill neighs of d e stri e rs in b a ttl e rej oicing
Spik e d b re ast to sp ik e d b re a st opposi ng !
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,
B e tt e r
ho ur s s to ur than a y e a r s p e a c e
With fa t boa rd s b a w ds w i ne a nd fra il m us i c !
Bah ! th e re s no win e lik e the blood s c rimso n !
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o ne
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And I love to s e e th e s un ris e blood c rim s o n
A nd I wat c h his sp e a rs th ro ugh t he d a rk cl a s h
And it fill s all my h e a rt w ith rej oi c ing
A nd p ri e s wid e my mo uth with fa st m usi c
Wh e n I s e e him so s c o rn a nd d e fy p e a c e
His lon e might ga inst all da rkn e ss opposing
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The man who fe a rs w a r a nd sq uats Opposing
My wo rd s fo r sto ur h a th no blood of c rimso n
B ut is fit o nly to ro t in w om a ni s h p e a c e
Fa r from wh e re wo rth s w o n a nd th e s w o rd s cl a sh
Fo r t h e d e ath of s uc h sl uts I go rej oi c i ng ;
Ye a I fill a ll th e a ir w ith my m usi c
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’
,
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VI
P a p io ls Pap io ls to th e m us i c !
Th e re s no so und lik e to s w o rds swo rds Opposi ng
N o c ry lik e th e battl e s re j oi c i ng
W h e n o ur e lbo w s a nd s w o rd s d rip th e c rim s on
And o ur c ha rg e s ga i ns t T h e L e opa rd s rush cl a sh
May God d a mn fo r ev e r all w ho c ry P e a c e !
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VI I
And let th e m usi c of th e s w o rds mak e th e m c rimso n !
H ell grant soo n w e h e a r aga i n th e swo rd s c l a sh !
H e ll blot bl a ck for alway th e tho ught Pe a ce
IS
P i e r e V i d a l Old
It
is o f Pi e re Vidal , th e fool p a r e x ce ll e nce of a ll P rove nce , o f
w ho m the ta l e te ll s h o w he ra n m ad, as a w olf, be cause of his love
fo r ob a of P e nautie r, a nd ho w m e n h unte d h im w ith dog s thro ugh
t he m o u n ta i ns of C a b a re t and b ro ught h im fo r de a d to th e d w e lling
ob a (she-w olf ) o f P e nautie r, a nd h o w Sh e and he r o rd
o f thi s
h ad h im he a l e d a nd m ade w e l co m e , a nd h e s t aye d s o m e ti m e a t
L
L
th a t court
L
.
He
s
p ea k s :
H E N I b ut th ink upo n th e gre a t d e a d d ays
And t urn my mi nd upo n that s pl e ndid madness
L O ! I do c urs e my st re ngth
And bl a m e t h e s un h is gl a dn e ss ;
Fo r th a t th e o ne is d e a d
And th e re d s un m ock s m y s a d ness
.
B e hold m e Vidal that w a s fool of fool s !
S w i ft a s t h e k i ng wolf w a s I an d a s st ro ng
Wh e n t all sta gs fl e d m e th ro ugh th e a ld e r b rak e s
And e v e ry j o ngl e ur k ne w m e in h is so ng
And th e ho un ds fl e d a nd t h e d e e r fl e d
And non e fl e d ove r lo ng
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,
,
.
Ev e n th e g re y pa c k k ne w m e and kn e w fea r
God ! h o w th e swift e st hind s blood S p urt e d hot
Ov e r th e sh a rp e ne d t e e th and p urpli ng lips !
Hot w a s th a t hi nd s blood ye t it s c o rc h e d m e not
A s did fi rst sco rn th e n lips of th e P e na ut ie r !
Aye ye a re fools , if ye thi nk time can blot
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From Pi e re Vidal s
m e mbra nce that bl ue night
God ! b ut th e purpl e of th e s k y w a s d e e p !
Cl e a r d e e p t ra ns l uc e nt s o th e sta rs m e s e em e d
Se t d e e p in c rysta l ; a nd b e c a us e my sl e e p
— R a re vi s ito r— c a m e no t
th e Sai nts I g ue rdo n
Fo r that re s tless ne s s — Pi e re s e t to k e e p
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One m o re
.
fool s vigil w ith th e hollyhocks
S w ift cam e th e L ob a as a b ra nch th at s c a ught
To rn gre e n and sil e nt in th e s w oll e n Rh o ne
G re e n w a s h e r m a ntl e c los e a nd w ro ught
Of som e thi n silk s t uff th a t s s ca rc e st uff at all
B ut lik e a mi s t w h e re th ro ugh h e r w h it e fo rm fo ught
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And conque re d ! Ah God ! c o nque re d !
Sil e nt my m a t e c a m e a s t h e night was still
S pe ech ? Wo rd s ? F a ugh ! Who talks of wo rds
lov e ? !
Hot i s s uc h lov e and s il e nt
Sil e nt as fa t e is a nd a s s trong until
It faints in taki ng and in givi ng all
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and
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Sta rk k e e n t ri umph ant till it pl ays a t d e ath
God ! s h e was w hit e th e n spl e ndid a s som e tomb
H igh wro ught of m a rbl e a nd th e p anti ng b re a th
C e a s e d utt e rly W e ll th e n I w a it e d d re w
H alf sh e a th e d th e n na k e d from its s affron S h e ath
D re w full t his dagge r th a t doth t re mbl e h e re
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J ust th e n s h e w ok e a nd m o c k e d th e l e s s keen blad e
Ah God th e L ob a ! a nd m y o nly m a t e !
Was th e re s uch fl e sh m ad e e v e r and unmad e !
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B
.
G od c urs e the yea rs th a t t urn s uc h wom e n gre y !
B e hold h e re Vid a l th a t w a s h unt e d fl ay e d
S ham e d and yet bo w e d not and that w o n a t la s t
,
,
,
.
A nd
yet I c urs e th e s un fo r his re d gl a d ne ss
I th a t h a v e k nown st rath ga rth b rak e d a l e
And ev e ry run w ay of the w ood th ro ugh that gre at
m a d ne s s
B e hold m e s h riv e ll e d as an old o a k s t runk
And mad e m e n s m ock ry in my rott e n s a d ne ss !
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N O m an
hath h e a rd th e glo ry of my d ays
N o man hath d are d and w on his d are a s 1 :
O ne night o ne body a nd o ne w e ldi ng fla m e !
Wh a t do ye o w n ye nigga rds ! th a t ca n b uy
S uc h glo ry of th e e a rth ? O r who w ill w in
“
S uc h battl e gue rdo n w ith his p ro w e s se high
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0 Age
”
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gon e la x ! O st unte d follo w e rs
That mask at p a ssion s a nd d e s i re d e s i re s
B e hold m e sh riv e ll e d a nd yo ur mock of mocks ;
And ye t I mo c k yo u by th e m ighty fi re s
Th at b urnt me to thi s a s h
,
,
,
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Ah ! C a ba re t ! Ah C aba re t thy hills agai n !
,
Take yo ur hands
of
f
me !
[ Snifiing th e
H a ! this sce nt is hot !
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a ir.
B a ll a d
of
t h e G o od ly F e re
1
S i m on ! e lote s speak e th it s o m e w hile a ft e r the C ruci fix io n
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.
A
lost th e goodli e s t fe re 0 a ll
Fo r th e p ri e s t s a nd t h e g a llo w s t re e ?
Aye lov e r h e w a s of b ra w n y m e n
0 ships a nd th e Op e n s e a
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we
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Wh e n th e y c am e w i a host to t a ke O ur M a n
H is s m il e w a s good to s e e
“
Fi rs t le t th e s e go ! q uo o ur Goodly F e re
“
s ays h e
Or I ll s e e ye dam ne d
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Aye h e se nt us o ut th ro ugh t h e c ross e d
And t h e s c o rn of hi s l a ugh ra ng fre e ,
high s p e a rs
“
Why took ye not m e w h e n I walk e d abo ut
”
?
s a ys h e
Alon e in t h e tow n
.
“
”
O h w e d ra nk his H al e in th e good re d w i ne
Wh e n w e l as t m a d e c omp any
N o c apon p ri e st w a s th e Goodly Fe re
,
B ut
a
m an
0
’
m e n wa s he
.
I Ha s e e n him d riv e a h und re d m e n
Wi a b undl e O co rds s w ung fre e
Th a t th e y took th e high a nd holy ho us e
Fo r th e i r p a w n a nd t re as ury
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Fe re
M a te
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C o m p anio n
.
Th e y ll no ge t him a in a book I thi nk
Tho ugh th e y w rit e it c unni ngly ;
N o mo us e of th e s c roll s w a s th e Goodly F e re
B ut aye lov e d th e O p e n se a
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If th e y thi nk th e y h a s na re d o ur Goo d ly F e re
Th e y a re fools to th e l a s t d e gre e
“
I ll go to th e fe a st q uo o ur Goodly F e re
"
“
Tho ugh I go to th e ga llows tre e
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,
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“
Ye h a
s e e n m e h e al th e l a m e a nd blind
”
A nd w ak e th e d e a d
say s h e
“
Y e s h all s e e o ne thi ng to m a s t e r all :
Tis h ow a b rav e m an di e s on th e t re e
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A son of God w a s th e Goodly F e re
Th a t b a d e us h is b roth e rs b e
I h a s e e n him c o w a tho us an d men
I h a v e se e n him hpo n th e t re e
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He
c ri e d no c ry w h e n th e y d rav e th e na il s
A nd t h e blood gush e d hot a nd fre e
T h e ho unds of th e c rim s o n sky g a v e to ngue
B ut n e v e r a c ry c ri e d h e
,
.
I ha s e e n him c ow a tho us and m e n
O n the hills 0 Galil e e
Th e y w hi ne d as h e w a lk e d o ut c a lm b e twee n
Wi his e y e s like th e gre y o t he s e a
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H y m n III
F ro m
the
L ti n
a
of
M a rc
A nto ny F lam i ni us
,
i t
t y
s x ee nth ce n u r
.
fra gi l e a nd lov e ly flo w e r unfolds its gl e a m i ng
fol iag e o n th e b re a st of th e fo s t e ri ng e arth i f
t h e de w a nd th e ra i n d ra w it fo rth ;
So doth m y t e nd e r m i nd flo uri s h if it b e fe d w ith th e
s w e e t de w of th e fost e ri ng sp i rit
L a c ki ng this it b e ginne th s t ra ight w ay to la ngui s h
e v e n a s a fl o w e re t bo rn upon dry e a rth if t h e
de w a nd th e ra i n t e nd it no t
S
a
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Se s tin a fo r Ys o lt
H E RE co m e s upon m e w ill to S p e a k in p rais e
Of thi ngs m o s t fragil e in th e i r lov e li ne s s ;
B e c aus e th e sky h ath w e pt a ll this lo ng day
And w ra pp e d m e n s h e a rts w ithi n its c lo a k of g re y
’
ne ss ,
B e ca us e th e y look no t down I si ng t h e s ta rs
B e c aus e tis still m id Ma rc h I p ra is e M ay s flow e rs
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Also I p rais e lo ng h ands that lie as flo w e rs
Whi c h tho ugh th e y l a bo ur no t a re w o rthy p ra i s e
And p ra i s e d e e p e y e s lik e pools wh e re i n th e st a rs
Gl e a m o ut re fl e c t e d in th e ir lov e li ne s s
Fo r w ho s o look o n s uc h th e re is no gre yness
M ay h a ng a bo ut h is h e a rt on a ny day
,
,
.
oth e r thi ngs that I w o uld p ra i s e to day
B e s id e s w hit e h a nd s and a ll th e fra gil e flo w e rs
And by th e i r p ra i s e di s p e l th e e v e ni ng s gre yn e s s
I p rais e dim h a i r th a t wo rthi e st is of p rais e
And d re am upo n its unbo und love li ne s s
A nd h ow th e re th ro ugh m i ne e y e s h a ve s e e n th e sta rs
T he
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,
’
,
Ye a ,
.
th ro ugh that c lo ud mi ne ey e s hav e se e n th e s t a rs
That d ri ft o ut s lo w ly whe n n ight st e al s th e day
Th ro ugh s uch a c lo ud m e s e e ms th e i r lov e lin e s s
,
23
S urpass e s th a t of all th e oth e r flo w e rs
Fo r th a t o ne n ight I giv e a ll n ights my p ra is e
And lov e th e re fr om th e t w il ight s c o m i ng gre yn e s s
.
’
Th e re is a still ne ss in thi s t w ilight gre y ne ss
Altho ugh th e ra i n h a th v e il e d th e fl o w ry sta rs
Th e y s e e m to li s t e n a s I w e av e t his p ra is e
O f w hat I h av e not s e e n all thi s gre y day
And th e y w ill t e ll my p ra is e unto th e flo w e rs
W h e n May sh a ll bid th e m in in love lin e s s
.
’
,
,
.
0 ye
I lov e w h o hold thi s lov e lin e s s
N e a r to yo ur h e a rts m ay ne v e r a ny gre yn e ss
Ensh ro ud yo ur h e a rts w h e n ye w o uld ga th e r flo w e rs
O r bi nd yo ur e y e s w h e n ye w o uld se e t h e st ars ;
B ut al w a y do I give ye flo w e rs by day
And w hen d ay s pl uc k e d I giv e ye st ars fo r praise
,
,
,
,
'
.
most tho u Flo w e r w hos e e y e s a re lik e the st a rs
With w hom my d re a m s h ide all th e liv e lo ng day
Within thy h a nds w o uld I re st all my p rais e
B ut
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,
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,
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24
,
P o r t r a it
F ro m
OW
w o uld
s
I
“
L a M é re
I n o nnu
c
w e av e h e r
e.
"
po rtra it
o ut
of
a ll
dim
pl e ndo ur
.
Of P rov e nce a nd fa r h a lls of m e mo ry
L o th e re c om e e c ho e s fa i nt div e rsity
Of bl e nd e d b e lls a t e v e n s e nd o r
A s th e di s ta nt s e a s s ho uld s e n d h e r
T h e t rib ut e of th e i r t re m bli ng c e a s e l e ssly
R e sona nt O ut of all d re a m s th a t b e
Say s h a ll I bid th e d e e pe st d re a ms a tt e nd
,
,
,
’
,
,
.
,
,
N ay!
he r ?
I hav e s e e n th e p urpl e st sh a do w s stand
Alw ay w ith re v e re nt c h e re th a t looked o n h e r
Sil e nc e hims e lf is gro w n h e r w o rs hippe r
And e v e r doth a tt e nd h e r in th a t l a nd
Wh e re i n she re ign e th wh e re fo re le t th e re sti r
N a ught b ut the soft e s t voic e s p raisi ng h e r
Fo r
,
,
,
25
.
b y R a ck h a m
F ai r H e l e n a
Wh a t I love
b es t in
a ll
th e w orld ?
H E N th e
p urpl e t w ilight is unbo und
To w at c h h e r S low t a ll g ra c e
a nd its w i s tful lov e li ne s s
A nd to k no w h e r fa c e
is in t h e S h a do w th e re
J us t by tw o sta rs b e ne a th th at c lo ud
T h e s oft dim c lo ud of h e r h a i r
And to thi nk my voi c e
c a n re a c h to h e r
A s b ut th e rum o u r of som e t re e bo und s t re a m
H e a rd j ust b e yo nd th e fo re s t s e dg e
U ntil s h e a ll fo rg e t s I a m
A nd knows of m e
N a ught b ut my d re a m s fe li c ity
,
,
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,
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L audante s D e c e m P ulc h rit udinis
J
o h a n nae
T e m p li
I
H E N yo ur b e a uty is g row n Old in a ll m e n s
so ngs
And my poo r w o rds a re lo s t a mid th a t th ro n g
Th e n yo u w ill k no w th e t ruth of m y poo r w o rds
And m ayh a p d re a m i ng of t h e w istful th ro ng
Th a t hop e l e s s sigh yo ur p ra i s e s in th e i r s o ng s
Y o u w ill thi nk ki ndly th e n of th e s e m a d wo rd s
’
,
,
,
,
.
II
I
am
to rn to rn w ith thy b e auty
0 Ros e of th e sh a rp e st tho rn !
0 Ro s e of th e c rim s o n b e a uty
Why h as t tho u awa k e ne d the sl e e p e r ?
Why h a s t tho u a w a k e n e d th e h e a rt w ithi n
0 Ros e of th e c ri m son tho rn ?
,
,
,
me,
III
The unapp e asabl e lov e li ne ss
is c a lling to m e o ut of th e wi nd
And b e caus e yo ur nam e
is w ritt e n upon t he ivo ry doo rs
T h e wav e in my h e a rt is a s a gre e n w a v e unconfi ne d
Tossing th e w hit e foam to w a rd you ;
,
,
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27
,
the lotus th a t po urs
H e r fragra n c e i nto t h e p urpl e c up
Is mo re to b e ga i ne d w ith th e foam
Tha n a re yo u with th e s e wo rds of mi ne
A nd
,
.
IV
H e sp ea hs to th e m oon ligh t
con ce rn ing
th e B eloved
P a l e h a i r th a t th e moon h a s S h a k e n
Do w n ov e r th e d a rk b re a st of th e s e a
0 m a gic h e r b e a uty h a s s h a k e n
Abo ut the h e a rt of m e ;
O ut of yo u h a v e I w ov e n a d re am
That S h a ll w a lk in th e lo ne ly v a l e
B e t w i x t th e high hill a nd th e lo w hill
U nt i l th e p a l e s tre a m
O f the so uls of m e n q ue nc h a nd g row still
.
,
,
.
V
Voices
p
s
ea k ing
to th e
sun
.
le af th a t a rt blo w n up w a rd and o ut and ove r
T h e g re e n sh e af of t h e w o rld
A nd th ro ugh th e dim fo re s t a nd un d e r
T h e s h a do w e d a rc h e s a nd th e a i s l e s
W e who a re old e r th an tho u a rt
M e t and re m e mb e re d w h e n h is e y e s b e h e ld he r
In th e ga rd e n of t h e p e a c h t re es
In t h e day of th e blos s omi ng
Red
,
,
,
,
-
,
.
VI
I stood on the hill of Yrma
w h e n t h e w i nd s we re
28
a-
h urrying ,
Call m e to h e r a nd a ll the lov e li ne s s in th e wo rld
Bi nds m e to my b e lov e d w ith st ro ng c h a ins of gold
,
.
VI I I
If th e rose peta ls which hav e fall e n upo n my e y e s
And if th e p e rfe c t fa c e s which I s e e a t ti m e s
Wh e n my e y e s a re c los e d
Faces fra gil e p a l e ye t fl ush e d a l ittl e lik e p e ta ls of
r oses :
If th e s e thi ngs hav e c o nfus e d m y m e mo ries of h e r
S o th a t I c o uld n o t d ra w h e r fa ce
Ev e n if I h a d S kill a nd th e c olo urs
Yet b e c a us e h e r fa c e is so lik e th e s e thi ngs
Th e y b ut d ra w m e n e a re r unto h e r in m y tho ught
A nd tho ught s of h e r c om e upo n m y mi nd g e ntly
A S de w upo n th e p e t a ls of ros e s
-
,
,
,
,
,
.
I!
He
p
s
ea ks
to th e
ra in .
0
p e a rls that h a ng on yo ur littl e S ilv e r c h a i ns
T h e in num e ra bl e vo ic e s th a t a re w hi s p e ri ng
Amo ng yo u a s yo u a re d ra w n a s id e by th e w i nd
H a v e b ro ught to my mi nd th e soft a nd e a g e r s pee c h
Of o ne who hath g re at lov e li ne ss
,
,
,
Whi c h is s ubtle a s th e b e auty of th e ra ins
Th a t h a ng low in th e moo ns hi ne a nd b ri ng
T h e M ay so ft ly a mo ng us a nd unbi nd
T h e stre a ms a nd th e c rimso n a nd w hit e flowe rs and
re a c h
D e e p down i nto th e s e c re t p laces
,
.
30
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gl a mo ur of th e so ul h a th com e upo n m e
And a s th e t w ilight com e s upo n th e ros e s
Wa lki ng S il e ntly among th e m
So h av e the tho ught s of m y h e a rt
Go ne o ut slo w ly in th e twilight
To w a rd my b e lov e d
To w a rd th e c rimso n ros e th e fai re st
T he
,
,
,
,
31
.
,
A ux B e ll e s de L o n d r e s
AM a w e a ry w ith t h e utt e r a nd b e autiful w e a ri ne s s
And w ith t h e ulti m a t e w i s do m a nd w ith thi ngs
t e rre ne
I am a w e a ry w ith yo ur smil e s a nd yo ur la ught e r
A nd th e s un a nd th e w ind s a ga i n
R e claim th e i r booty a nd th e h e a rt 0 m e
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,
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.
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F r a n ce s ca
O U c a m e in o ut o f th e night
And th e re we re flow e rs in yo ur hands
Now yo u w ill com e out of a confusion of peopl e
O ut of a t urmoil of sp e ech a bo ut yo u
,
,
.
hav e s e e n yo u amid the primal things
W as a ng ry w h e n th e y spok e yo ur n a m e
In o rdi na ry pl a c e s
I wo uld that the cool waves might fl ow o ve r my
mind
A nd that th e wo rl d sho uld dry as a d ead leaf
Or a s a d a nd e lio n s e e d po d and b e s wept a wa y
So that I might find yo u again
Alon e
I w ho
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,
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33
C
G r e e k E p ig r a m
AY
night a re nev e r w e ary
N o r ye t is God of c re a ti ng
F o r da y a nd n ight th e i r to rc h b e a re rs
T h e a ub e a nd th e c re p usc ul e
a nd
,
-
.
So
,
w he n
I
w e a ry
of praising
the
dawn and the
s un
s e t,
no mo re c o unt e d a mong th e immo rtals ;
B ut numb e r me amid th e w e a ryi ng ones
L e t m e b e a m a n a s t h e h e rd
A nd a s t h e sl av e th a t is giv e n in ba rt e r
Le t m e b e
,
,
.
34
Ch ris to p h o ri Colum b i T u m u l u s
F om th L a ti n f H ip lytu C p ilup u Ea ly C t ! VI
r
e
o
E N OA N ,
o
s
a
s,
r
en
.
.
glo ry of It aly Col umb us tho u s ure
,
l i ght
Ala s th e urn tak e s e v e n the e so soo n
Its littl e S p a c e
,
o ut-
blo w n
.
Doth hold th e e w hom O ce a nus had not th e might
Withi n his folds to hold a ltho his b ro a d e mb rac e
Doth hold a ll la nds
,
’
,
.
Ba rk h o m e b e yo nd his b o und rie s unto H i nd tho u w a s t
Wh e re sc arce Fam e s vol ant s e lf the way had cast
’
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.
35
P loti n u s
S
that wo uld d ra w th ro ugh th e no de of things
B ack s we ep i ng to th e vo rt e x of the co ne ,
Cloist e re d a bo ut with m e mo ri e s a lone
In ch aos w hil e the waiting sil e nc e sings :
o ne
,
,
Ob livia te
of cycl e s w a nde ri ngs
I was an atom o n c re atio n s th rone
And k ne w all nothi ng my unco nq ue red o w n
God ! Sho uld I b e the hand upon th e st rings ? !
’
’
.
lo ne ly a s a lo ne ly child
I c ri e d a mid th e void a nd h e a rd no c ry
And the n fo r utt e r lo ne li ne ss m a d e I
N e w tho ughts as c resc e nt imag e s of m e
And with th e m was my e ss e nc e re concil e d
Whil e fe a r w e nt fo rth from mi ne e te rnity
B ut
I
w as
.
,
,
.
.
,
H i st ri o n
0
man h a th da red to w rit e th is thing a s yet
And ye t I kno w h o w th a t th e so uls of a ll me n
g re a t
At tim e s p a s s th ro ugh us
A nd w e a re m e lt e d i nto th e m a nd a re no t
S a v e re fl e x io ns of th e i r so uls
Th us a m I D ant e fo r a spa c e a nd a m
O ne F ra ncois Villo n b a ll a d lo rd a nd thi e f
O r a m s uch holy o ne s I m ay no t w r it e
L e st blasph e my b e w rit agai ns t m y na m e ;
Th is fo r a n i ns ta nt a nd th e fl a m e is go ne
,
,
,
,
.
-
,
,
.
midmo s t us th e re glo w s a S ph e re
“
T ra nsl uc e nt molt e n gold th a t is t h e I
A nd i nto thi s s o m e fo rm p roj e c t s it s e lf :
Ch rist us o r Joh n o r e k e the Flo re nti ne ;
And as the c l e a r spa c e is not if a fo rm s
Impos e d th e re o n
So c e as e w e from a ll being for the tim e
And these the Mast e rs of th e S o ul live on
’
T is
as
in
”
,
,
,
,
’
,
,
,
,
.
T h e E ye s
E S T Mast e r fo r w e b e a wea ry w e a ry
And wo uld fe e l th e fi nge rs of the w i nd
U pon th e s e lid s th a t lie ov e r us
Sodden and l e ad h e avy
-
,
-
,
.
R e st b roth e r fo r lo !
T h e y e llow flam e p a le th
And t he w ax runs lo w
,
th e
d aw n
is
witho ut !
.
F re e us for w itho ut b e goodly colo urs
G re e n of the w ood moss a nd flo w e r colo urs
And cooln e ss b e n e ath the t re e s
,
,
-
,
.
F re e us fo r w e p e ri sh
In this e v e r fl o w ing mo notony
Of ugly p ri nt m a rks bl a ck
U pon white p a rchm e nt
,
-
,
.
F re e us fo r the re is one
Who s e smile mo re a v a il e th
Th a n all the age old knowl e dge of thy book s :
And we wo uld look the reon
,
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.
39
D e fi an c e
’
E blood re d spea rs men of the dawn s a rray
T hat d rive my d usk c lad knights of d re am away
H old ! Fo r I w ill not yield
-
-
-
.
My mo a t e d so ul shall dream in your d e spit e
A refuge fo r the vanqui shed hosts of night
T hat ca n not yield
'
.
,
So n g
OVE tho u thy d re am
All bas e lov e sco rning
L ov e tho u th e w i nd
A nd he re t a ke w a rn i ng
Th a t d re a ms alo ne c an t ruly b e
Fo r tis in d ream I com e to th e e
,
,
’
41
.
N e l B ianch e ggiar
L U E G REY ,
-
a nd
w hit e ,
a nd
w hit e - o f-ros e ,
flo w e rs of the We st s fo re d aw n unclos e
I fe e l th e d usky softne ss w hi rr
O f c olo ur as upo n a d ul c im e r
H e r d re ami ng fi nge rs lay b e t w e e n t h e t une s
As w h e n the living m us i c s w oon s
B ut di e s no t q uit e b e c a us e fo r lov e of us
—k nowi ng o ur stat e
H ow that tis t ro ublo us
It wills not die to le av e us d e sol a t e
The
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,
,
,
’
.
42
.
N il s L yk k e
EA U T IF U L , i nfi ni t e
m e mo ri e s
Th a t a re a pl uc ki ng a t my h e a rt
Why w ill yo u b e e v e r c a lli ng a nd a ca lli ng
A nd a m urm uri ng in th e d a rk th e re ?
And a re a c hi ng o ut yo ur lo ng h ands
B e t w e e n m e a nd my b e lov e d ?
-
,
-
-
-
And w h y w ill yo u b e e v e r a c a s ti ng
T h e bl a c k s h a do w of yo ur b e a uty
-
On t h e w hit e
An d
a-
fa c e of my b e lov e d
gl i nti ng in th e po o l s O f h e r e y e s ?
43
,
A So n g
In th e
of
pl y
F ro m
a
the
th e V i r gi n
M oth e r
Los P as tores de B elen
S pa ni s h
of
Lop
e
”
.
de Ve ga
.
S ye go th ro ugh th es e palm t rees
O holy a nge ls ;
Sith S l e e p e th my c hil d h e re
Still ye th e b ranch e s
-
.
0
B e thl e hem palm t re e s
Th at m ov e to t h e a ng e r
Of wi nds in th e i r fury
T e mp e s tuo us voi c e s
M a k e ye no Glamo ur
R un ye l e ss s w i ftly
Sith S le e p e th the child he re
Still ye yo ur b ran c hes
-
,
,
,
,
.
H e the
divin e c hild
I S h e re a we a ri e d
Of we e pi ng t h e e a rth p ain
H e re fo r his re s t w o uld h e
C e a se from h is m o urni ng
Only a littl e whil e
S i th S l e ep e th thi s c hild here
Stay ye th e b ranc h e s
-
-
,
,
,
.
44
F l a mb fo r t h e Y o u ng E n gli s h
K ing
Th a t is , P r in ce H e n ry P la n tagen et,
R ich a rd
F rom
th e
Cce u r de L ion
F
b roth er to
"
.
P rove nca l O f B e rt ra ns
p lo r
e lde r
e lh
de B o rn
m a rrim e n
S i tuit li do !
”
.
gri e f and w o e a nd bitt e rne ss
All dolo ur ill a nd e v e ry e vil ch a n c e
Th a t e ve r ca m e upo n this gri e vi ng w o rld
W e re s e t toge th e r th e y w o uld s e e m b ut l i ght
Against th e d e ath of th e yo ung E ngli s h King
Wo rth l i e th riv e n and Yo uth dolo ro us
T h e w o rld o e rs h a do w e d soil e d a nd ov e rcast
Void of a ll j oy and full of ire and sad ne ss
a ll
e lh
th e
,
,
.
,
’
,
,
.
G rievi ng a nd sad and full of bitt e rn e s s
A re l e ft in t e e n th e li e g e m e n c o urt e o us
T h e j o gla rs s uppl e a nd th e t ro ubado urs
O e r m uc h h a th ta e n Sir D e ath that d e adly w a rrio r
In t a ki ng fro m th e m th e yo ung E nglish King
Who m a d e t h e fre e s t h a nd s e e m c ov e to us
La s ! N e v e r w a s no r will be in this wo rld
T h e bal anc e fo r this loss in ire and sadn e ss !
,
.
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,
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46
O s kilful D e ath an d full of bitt e rn e s s
W e ll mayst tho u bo a st th a t tho u th e b e s t Ch e vali e r
Th a t a ny folk e e r h a d h a st from us tak e n ;
Sith nothing is th a t unto w o rth p e rtai ne th
B ut ha d its life in the yo ung E ngli s h Ki n g
And b e tt e r w e re it S ho uld God gra nt his pl e a s ure
Th a t he sho uld liv e than many a l ivi ng dasta rd
That doth b ut w o und th e good w ith ire a nd s adn e ss
,
’
,
,
,
F ro m this fa i nt w o rld how full of bitt e rn e s s
L ov e t a kes his way and holds his j oy d e ce itful
Sith no thing is b ut t urn e th unto a nguish
And e a c h to day vail s l e s s than ye s te re e n
Le t e a c h m an vi s a ge th i s yo un g E ngli s h K i ng
Th a t was most vali ant mid all w o rthiest m e n !
Gon e is his body fi ne and amo ro us
Wh e n c e hav e w e gri e f disco rd and d e ep e st s a dn e s s
.
,
,
'
’
-
,
,
,
Him whom it pl e as e d fo r o ur g re a t bitte rn e s s
To com e to e a rth to d raw us from m i s v e nture
Who d ra nk of d e ath fo r o ur s alva cio un
H im do w e p ra y a s to a L o rd most r ight e o us
And h umble e k e th a t th e yo ung E nglish Ki ng
H e pl e a s e to p a rdon a s t rue p a rdo n is
And bid go in with ho no ured c o m pa nio ns
Th e re whe re th e re i s no gri e f no r S h a ll b e sadness
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,
,
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47
’
.
.
A l b a In n o m i n a t a
From
the
P rove ncal
.
N a ga rden wh e re th e whitetho rn sp reads h e r
l e av e s
My lady hath he r love lain clos e b e si d e her
T ill th e wa rd e r c ri es the dawn— A h dawn th a t
g ri e v e s !
Ah God ! Ah God ! T hat dawn sho ul d come so soon !
,
Pl e ase God that night d e a r night sho uld nev e r
c e a se
N or that my lov e sho uld pa rt e d b e from me
N o r watch c
ry Dawn — Ah d a wn that S la y e th pea c e !
Ah God ! Ah God ! That dawn sho uld come so soon !
,
,
,
F ai r fri e nd and swe e t , thy lip s ! Our lips again !
in the m e a d ow th e re th e bi rds give so ng !
O urs b e the lov e and J e alo usy s the pain !
Ah God ! Ah God ! T hat dawn sho uld c om e so soon !
LO,
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Sweet frie nd and fai r tak e w e o ur j oy agai n
D own in th e garde n where th e bi rds a re lo ud
Till the ward e r s re e d ast rain
Cry God ! Ah God ! T h a t d a wn sho uld come so soon !
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Of th a t s w e e t w i nd th a t c o m e s from Far Aw a y
Hav e I d runk d e e p of m y B e loved s b re ath
Ye a ! of my L ov e s that i s s o d e a r a n d gay
Ah God ! Ah God ! Th a t d a wn S ho uld c om e so
soo n !
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F ai r is thi s d a ms e l
ight c o urt e o us
And m any w a tch h e r b e a uty s g ra c io us w ay
H e r h e a rt towa rd love is no w i s e t ra ito ro us
Ah God ! Ah God ! That d aw ns S ho uld c om e so s oo n
a nd r
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P lanh
It is
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th e wh ite tho ugh ts th a t h e
sa w
in th e F ores t
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H ITE Poppy h e a vy w ith d re ams
0 Whit e P Op p y w h o a rt w is e r than lov e
Tho ugh I a m h ungry for th e i r lips
Wh e n I s e e th e m a hidi ng
And a pa ssi ng o ut a nd in th ro ugh th e sh a dows
— Th e re in th e pi ne w ood it is
And th e y a re whit e W hit e Poppy
Th e y a re w hit e lik e the clo uds in th e fo re s t of the
E re th e sta rs a ris e to th e i r h unting
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White POppy w h o a rt w is e r th a n love
I am c om e fo r p e a c e ye a from the h unting
Am I c ome to th e e for p e a c e
Out of a ne w so rr o w it is
T hat my h unti ng h ath b ro ught m e
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Whit e Poppy h e avy w ith d re a m s
T ho ugh I am h ungry for th e i r lip s
Wh e n I s e e th e m a hid ing
And a p a s s i ng o ut a nd in th ro ugh the shado w s
And it i s w hit e th e y a re
B ut if o ne sho uld look a t m e w ith the old h unge r in
he r e ye s
H ow will I b e a ns w e ring h e r eyes ?
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Fo r I
hav e followe d
the
whit e folk of th e fo re st
.
It s a long h unti ng
it s a de e p h unge r I have wh e n I se e th e m
a glid ing
And a fl ick e ring there w h e re the t re e s sta nd a pa rt
'
Aye !
And
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oh it is so rrow and so rrow
When love di e s down in th e hea rt
B ut
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A q uee r little b ook whi ch w ill i rrit ate
The E ve n ing Sta nda rd
m a ny
re a
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The Isis (Ox fo rd)
phy s ical ly a nd i nte lle c tually the e rs e s ee m s to
O pe n air,
t is
rep rod u ce th e pe rs o na lity with a b ri e f ful nes s a nd ade n acy
Co e nt ry
o nly in fle x ibl e , li th e m e as ure s , s uch a s tho s e w hi o
Pa t m o re chose in his U nk now n E ros , a nd M r Po und choo ses
h e re th a t a fully s uita bl e fo rm fo r the reci ta l f s pi ritua l e x pe ri e nce
is to b e fo und M r Po und h as a t rue a nd i n ari abl e e e li ng fo r th e
thi s w o nde rful littl e book
me as ures h e e m ploy s
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A poe t w ith
i ndividuality
T h re ad
Of t rue be au
fifgit o ut o f the ruck of th ose m any vol um e s
t h e w rite rs 0 w hi ch to e th e li ne o f poe ti c c o nve ntio n a nd pl e a s e
fo r no m o re th an a s i ngl e rea di ng
The D a ily Te legr a
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M r P unch , co nce rn i ng a ce rta i n M r Ez e kie l To n
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t po e t goi n
a nno u nce d as
"
s a ys
B row ni ng
faile d in e vo lvin
th e voca b ul a ry o
"
B o rgaic I ta ly
newe s
,
,
B yfa r the
w h a t e ve r oth e r adve rti se m e nts m ay s ay
a nd
e m o s t re m a rka bl e thi n g in poe t
s i nce R obe rt
— “ H e ha s s uccee de d w h e re a ! oth e rs h ave
a bl e nd of th e i m ag e ry o f th e un e tt e re d w es t,
W ardo ur S t ree t , a nd th e s i ni s te r ab ando n O f
.
f
.
M r Sc ott J am es , in Th e D a ily N ew s
— “ A t fi rs t th e w hol e
thi ng
m ay s ee m to b e m e re m ad ne s s a nd rh e to ri c a va i n e x hibitio n O f
fo rce a nd p as s io n without be auty B ut a s w e re a d o n th es e
c urio us m e t re s o f his s ee m to have a la w a nd o rde r O f th e i r o w n ;
th e b ru te fo rce o f M r Po und s i m a gi na tio n s ee m s to im art s o m e
W ith r Pound
q uali ty o f i nfe c tio us be a u t y to h is w o rd s
th e re is no e ki n o ut o f thi n s e nti m e nt w ith a m e lody o r a s o ng
H e w rit es o ut 0 an e x ube ra nce O f i nco ntine n tly s t ru ggling ide as
H e pl unge s s t ra i ht i nto th e h e art
a nd as s io na te co nvi c tio ns
p
O f h is the m e and sugges ts vi rility in action co m ned w ith fie rce
h e has i ndivid ua lity
s s io n
n es s e a ge rnes s a nd te nde rnes s
fo rce a nd a n acq uai nta nce wi th t hi ngs th a t a re p rofo un y m o v
"
ing
M r Sc ott am e s be gi ns h is h alf c ol um n re vi e w o f M r
“
Pound s book w it a rem ark th a t h e w o uld L ike m uch m o re
a nd a l s o note s a ce rtai n use
8 ace in w hi ch to di scuss his w o rk
Co m es in s t range ly and as w e firs t
ndee a nd d actyl w hi ch
ofs
ra nce o f dis co rd b ut a fte rw a rd s see m s to
it w ith th e a
r
g ai n a curious a n s tinctive vi go ur
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An Occasi o n al M i sc e ll an y o f
P ro se and Ve rse
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THE Q U EEN S
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S I L ENCE ABS O L U TE By F E WA LR ON D
THE CYNI C S BREVIARY M axuns and Anec
dotes from N I CHO L A S D E CH A M FORT
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TH E Q U EEN S VI GI L AND O THER SONG
By W I L F R I D W I L S ON G I BS ON
[Second E dition
TH E B U RDEN O F L OVE By E L I ! A B E TH
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TH E L ADY O F TH E S CAR L ET S H O ES
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TH E TAB L ES OF TH E L AW AND TH E
ADORATI O N OF TH E MAGI By W B
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STANDARDS OF TASTE I N ART
By
E S P H A Y N E S l at e S chol ar of B alliol
College O xford
FR O M A C LOI STER By E L I ! A B ETH G I BS ON
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SONGS AN D S ONNETS
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A F L OCK O F D REAM S
By
G I BS ON
S O U NDS AND SWEET AI RS
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E L I A B E TH
E VA D O
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T OD H U NTE R
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TH E S HAD O W OF TH E G L EN AND
RI DERS TO TH E S EA B J M S YN G E
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By E L I ! A B ETH G I BS ON
AN AUT U M N ROMAN CE AND OTH E R
P O E M S By A L I C E M A DD OC K
TH E TRAGEDY OF ASGARD By VI CTOR
L OVE S F UGITIVES
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TH E N ETS OF L OVE By W I L F R I D W I L S ON
G I BS ON
POE M S I N PROSE From C H A R L E S B A U DE
L AI RE Transl ated by A RT H U R S Y M ON S
S EA DANGE R AND OTH ER P O EM S By
R G K EA T IN G E
S HADOWS By E L I ! AB E TH G I BS ON
AN H O U R OF REVE RI E By F P S T U RM
POEM S B Y A U RE L IAN
S E LE C T I ON S FR O M LI ON E L JOHNS O N S
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S ER I ES — continued
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D E LL ES DA I L E
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By L I L IA N S TRE E T
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SY LVI A S ROS E AND T HE MAY M O ON
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A G N E S H B EGB I E ; w ith seve n ill ustrations
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F rom a Lite ra l Pro se Translation by E D W A RD
Done i nto En gli sh Ve rse by
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thor of thi s b ook fi rs t attracted our att e ntion by his
S t and ard s of T as te in Art some fe w y e ars ago I t was a b ri e f b ut
su ge stive e ssay by one w ho was obviously th at rare bi rd a k e e n and
g
di sinte re ste d love r of lite ra ture D e ta ch m e nt from p ure ly lit e rary id e al s
In th ese ne w e ssay s thi s d e tach m e nt is
add e d a c ha rm to t h e book
S eve ral o f the p ap ers w ould have a peculiar i nte re st
eve n m ore d e fi nit e
from the ir subj ec t alone one study reve als some nine tee nth c e ntury
charact e ri sti c in a manne r be yond th e re ach o f any b ut S amue l B utl e r s
i rony — B oohrna n
S ON GS OF GO O D FI G H T I N G B y E U GEN E
R W H I TE With a P refatory M e moi r b y H A RRY
P ER S ON S T A B ER
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A b ook o f s tirri ng v erse
T h e mos t re markabl e pi e ce in t h e
vol um e is th e Fe sti n d Adie u a Sho"rt s tory w hi ch is sure ly one of the
h alf doz e n fine st s tori e s eve r writte n
The B ib liop hile
T H E SH AD OW S H O W B yA ST J OH N AD C OC K
With Front ispi e ce by S T A RR WOOD
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Th e d e ftes t and li ghte st o f light ve rse
M r A d cock sho ws
”
M or ning L ea de r
h imse l f ve ry nearly th e e q ual o f H ood
T H E FA N CY : a S e lecti o n fro m the P o e tical
R em ain s of the l ate P E T ER CORCORA N
J OH N
H AM I L TON R EY N OLD S , th e fri e nd of J OH N K EATs ) A
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ill ustrated by M r J ack Ye ats
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