Questions

This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.

identifier	question
29273	Will they come to any one else?
12093	Had they not bequeathed to him their torch- like faith, their patient fervor of toil and their creed of equality?
12093	Possessed of a devil?
12093	Was not the zeal of his ancestors upon his lips, and their courage in his heart?
20909	Along the rocks below the tree, I see it ripple up and wink; And I can hear it saying on,"And do you think?
20909	And do you think?"
20909	But when she goes I still can hear The water say,"And do you think?"
20909	What little wind now can it be?"
31878	And when he finishes and the burning dust from His wheels settles-- what shall men see then?
31878	But you there beside me-- Oh how shall I defy you, Who wound me in the night With breasts shining Like Venus and like Mars?
31878	Have we not the deed?
31878	How can I ever be written out as men say?
31878	How can we have less?
31878	However much you''re at pains to Offend me, by which I may suffer, What offence is there can make up for The great good he finds who attains you?
33674	But I can not quite do that, for would not that be a confession that I had n''t the pluck to stick it out?
33674	Have I not been called that?
33674	Plant, I beg you, mignonette to encircle my arrowroot fields.__ What has all this to do with the Sonnets from the Patagonian?
33674	What can touch me now except the amusing joy of giving up for the common good?
33674	What more distinguished end for an incurable poseur?
33674	Yet who actually loves humankind less than I?
26445	.... How shall we grace the day?
26445	For the lights with their welcoming quiver That through the sanctified river Which girdles the harbor at last, This heavenly harbor at last?
26445	From the ravage of life, and its riot What marvel I yearn for the quiet Which bides in the harbor at last?
26445	How grace this hallowed day?
26445	Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire, Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the children play?
26445	What voice is this?
26445	can it be the antique tales are true?
3305	And does he halt for storm or ford, Or does he stay to dine?
3305	And what are the deeds ye hope to do, Brave Grenadiers of Corn?
3305	And when shall the bounty of summer win Fairer than fields of Camolin For the dark little Rose?
3305	Flashed in the sun his waving sword;"Who rides for me?"
3305	THE DARK LITTLE ROSE IRELAND When shall we find the spring come in, And the fragrant air it blows?
3305	THE GREEN BRIGADE ON THE FIELD OF CORN Where is the war ye march unto, From the early tents of morn?
3305	THE SAILOR A sailor that rides the ocean wave, And I in my room at home: Where are the seas I fear to brave, Or the lands I may not roam?
3305	What calls the May of song But the fair young spring?
30279	And are we then so soon forgot?
30279	Will you? 30279 Yes, where are our cats?"
30279	--What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around?
30279	To mind his orders was all he knew; The gates swung open, and out they flew"Where are our broomsticks?"
30279	What cares a witch for a hangman''s noose?
30279	What was it who was bound to do?
30279	Where is the Eden like to thee?
30279	[ Illustration][ Illustration]--"And where is my cat?"
34227	And are n''t they a change to the ditches And tunnels of Poverty Flat?
34227	And is n''t it nice to have riches, And diamonds and silks, and all that?
34227	And now, in my higher ambition, With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk?
34227	And what do I think of New York?
34227	But, however, I read it-- or how could I quote?
34227	Do you know what that date means?
34227	How dared you-- how_ could_ you?
34227	Oh, why did papa strike pay gravel In drifting on Poverty Flat?
34227	[ Illustration:_ Likewise a proposal, half spoken, That waits-- on the stairs-- for me yet_]"AND how do I like my position?"
3021	''Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who- were- you?''
3021	''Pray, are you within there?
3021	All for me?
3021	And not a question For the faded flowers gay That could take me from beside you For the ages of a day?
3021	Are you dumb because you know me not, Or dumb because you know?
3021	Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
3021	He laid him down on the sun- burned earth And ravelled a flower and looked away-- Play?
3021	Play?--What should he play?
3021	What matter if we go clear to the west, And come not through dry- shod?
3021	What was it it whispered?
3021	When you came on death, Did you not come flower- guided Like the elves in the wood?
26918	And soon the dark, where all colors Die?
26918	Can I accept now The twilight?
26918	EMANUEL MORGAN_ Opus 55_ WHY ask it of me?--the impossible!-- Shall I pick up the lightning in my hand?
26918	Ergo-- will you love me?"
26918	How can I?
26918	It is impossible that he would merely yawn and rub And say--"What is it?"
26918	Moons wax and wane; My eyes, too, once narrowed and widened Why do you shrink back?
26918	Shall the digger dig and then undo His own dear grave?
26918	Why do we feed on the dead?
26918	Why does he not call back into their hen- house This ugly straggling flock of seconds That trail by With pin- feathers showing?
26918	Yet what avail the seven Spears of memory Against the obstinate archery Of light, the spears of heaven?
109	--What do I say?
109	Am I become so shrunken?
109	Am I gone mad That I should spit upon a rosary?
109	Am I kin to Sorrow?
109	And what am I To life,--a ship whose star has guttered out?
109	Are we kin?
109	Dost thou love song?
109	How can I bear it; buried here, While overhead the sky grows clear And blue again after the storm?
109	Kin to Sorrow Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door-- Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow''s hand?
109	Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow-- And what does Sorrow care For the rosemary Or the marigolds there?
109	O little words, how can you run so straight Across the page, beneath the weight you bear?
109	Or sigh for flowers?
109	Summer?
109	There, there it dangles,--where''s the little truth That can for long keep footing under that When its slack syllables tighten to a thought?
109	What is my life to me?
109	What now-- what now to me Are all the jabbering birds and foolish flowers That clutter up the world?
36094	How can we Fool the Rooster?
11558	You bid me pray? 11558 ***** But stay-- what means this throbbing brain-- This heaving chest-- these pulses quick? 11558 And though we seek with thin deceit, To blind Jehovah''s piercing gaze, Call murder, honor,--can we cheat The Omniscient with a specious phrase? 11558 Are these for the conqueror''s vaunted renown-- All ghastly with gore, and all tainted with death? 11558 Are these for the glory encircling a crown-- A phantom evoked but by tyranny''s breath? 11558 But why did Damon heed the_ distant_ scene? 11558 From leaf to leaf, from page to page, Guide thou thy pupil''s look, And when he says, with aspect sage,Who made this wondrous book?"
11558	Hast thou seen the deep in the moonlight beam, Its wave like a maiden''s bosom swelling?
11558	Hast thou seen the stars in the water''s gleam, As if its depths were their holy dwelling?
11558	Now, who can read this riddle right?
11558	What boots it that the world bestows, For deeds of death its honors dear?
11558	What could I do?
11558	Who dreamed that the morning''s light would speak, And show that kiss on the blushing cheek?
11558	You surely would not have me go, When rosy maidens seem to woo?
11558	[ Illustration: To a Wild Violet, in March] My pretty flower, How cam''st thou here?
2039	What is this that ye do, my children? 2039 Are there not other youths as fair as Gabriel? 2039 Art thou so near unto me, and yet I can not behold thee? 2039 Art thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does not reach me? 2039 Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness? 2039 Is it a foolish dream, an idle and vague superstition? 2039 Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations? 2039 Or has an angel passed, and revealed the truth to my spirit?
2039	Shall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our children?"
2039	Tears came into her eyes, and she said, with a tremulous accent,"Gone?
2039	This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
2039	This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred?
2039	When shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about thee?"
2039	Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil intention Brings them here, for we are at peace; and why then molest us?"
2039	is Gabriel gone?"
2039	others Who have hearts as tender and true, and spirits as loyal?
2039	shouted the hasty and somewhat irascible blacksmith;"Must we in all things look for the how, and the why, and the wherefore?
2039	what madness has seized you?
2039	why dream and wait for him longer?
317	And did I leave thy loveliness, to stand Again in the dull world of earthly blindness?
317	And hast thou lost the grandeur rude That made me breathless, when at first Upon my infant sight you burst, The monarch of the solitude?
317	And will you scorn them all, to pour forth tame And heartless lays of feigned or fancied sighs?
317	Are there no scenes to touch the poet''s soul?
317	But where, for solace, shall the bosom turn For death too strong-- for tears-- too proudly stern?
317	Has Warren fought, Montgomery died in vain?
317	Left I for this thy shades, were none intrude, To prison wandering thought and mar sweet solitude?
317	No deeds of arms to wake the lordly strain?
317	Pained with the pressure of unfriendly hands, Sick of smooth looks, agued with icy kindness?
317	Shall Hudson''s billows unregarded roll?
317	Still will you cloud the muse?
317	They passed unnoted-- who will stop to trace A sullying spot on beauty''s sparkling face?
317	What had she left?
317	When shall the lulling dews of peace descend On hearts that can not break and will not bend?
317	Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom''s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom''s banner streaming o''er us?
317	Where is the stony eye that hath not shed Compassion''s heart- drops o''er the sweet Mc Rea?
317	could none be found Of all that rove thy Eden groves among, To wake a native harp''s untutored sound, And give thy tale of wo the voice of song?
317	nor blush for shame To cast away renown, and hide your head from fame?
317	where is he on whom these beauties shine, But deems a spotless soul inhabits such a shrine?
317	who can tell that ne''er has known such fate, What wild and dreadful strength it gives to hate?
317	wilt thou number me?
35188	Again she is missing, evil spirits know how long, What torture death have you sent her seeking now-- Coüy- oüy, my brave fire bird, my woman?
35188	Darest say she drove not her own stake, Lighted her torture fire with fearless hands?
35188	Darest say she knew not that Mountain Lion Would now make her our Chieftainess?
35188	Medicine Man, O Medicine Man, Darest say I had not killing torture?
35188	Medicine Man, O Medicine Man, Is there no magic granted by the Great Spirit That will take from my tortured hands This curse of snowy sweetness?
35188	Medicine Man, O Medicine Man, Is there no magic in the toluache lily?
35188	Medicine Man, darest thou say That was not the great understanding?
35188	Medicine Man, was it not a Brave''s hour, Was it not a Warrior''s hour, That hour in which I stood unflinching And saw her take him from me?
35188	Was I not brave to wear fine robes, Nightly to chant boastful songs?
15120	Did you catch her going up in her lines?
15120	How dare you use those terrible photographs?
15120	How do you like this town?...
15120	Splendidly produced, do n''t you think?
15120	What are these magic wares?
15120	What do you mean by insulting my beauty?
15120	When will the war end?...
15120	Will you give any encores tomorrow?...
15120	And that great mind Whose thinking moved the world Surveyed my friend Through his big eyes And slowly spoke:"Since when have codfish come to land?"
15120	But what could be done for them, the poor Paris stagehands?
15120	How could I do my trick And also see her dance?
15120	How much of the great, wholesome public, hard- working and normal, To whom the final appeal must be made Frequents our first nights on Broadway?
15120	In Manhattan, or Arabian, nights?
15120	She pressed the glass to her lips as one presses the lips of love, And I said:"Are you always merry, and what is the art thereof?"
15120	So they rushed the star with these questions:"Not conscripted yet?..."
15120	Tell me, where dwells romance, anyway?
15120	This was her charity: She related with tears in her eyes, What was she to do about it?
15120	Was I to blame for the international situation?
15120	What cares he for the praise of the public and their prophets Awaiting him impatiently at the station?
15120	What could I do about it?
15120	Where to put the credit?
15120	Who knoweth not him of the clerical collar?
15120	Who wrought the shining miracle?
15120	Who''s the jester?
15120	Will he ever, I wonder, send forth for the Shunammite?
1847	Oh, Ask Me NotLove, should I set my heart upon a crown, Squander my years, and gain it, What recompense of pleasure could I own?
1847	A posy prankt with every April hue: The cloud- white daisy, violet sky- blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through?
1847	And must your troubled face still bear the blight Of strength that runs itself to waste in strife?
1847	Are we grown old and past the time of singing?
1847	Gray bird, what spirit bides with thee unseen?
1847	Have roted words such power to bless and blame?
1847	His dust were as another''s dust; His bones-- what boots it where they lie?
1847	If yet, as in old Homer''s land, Gods walk with mortals, hand in hand, Somewhere to- day, in this sweet weather, Thinkest thou not they walk together?
1847	Is''t lure, or warning?
1847	Love, shall we see and imitate, You, love, and I?
1847	Some old love- face that comes again, Some old love- moment sweet with pain Of passionate memories?
1847	To------ Some time, far hence, when Autumn sheds Her frost upon your hair, And you together sit at dusk, May I come to you there?
1847	Trifles What shall I bring you, sweet?
1847	Was ever trifle yet so held amiss As not to fill love''s waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss?
1847	What matter where his sword is rust, Or where, now dark, his eagle eye?
1847	What shall I bring you, sweet?
1847	When she came on up to where we were, How could we be polite to her?
1847	When, by whom, and why?
1847	Whence are the halo and the fiery shame That fashion thus a crown and curse of love?
1847	Why should there be, O little white bride, When the world has left you by his side, A tear to brim your eyes?
33112	And all our dreams of yesterday Have vanished in the sunset sky-- What is there left for us to say, Now different ways before us lie?
33112	And care, that bade us once adieu, Returns again with us to dwell-- What is there left for us to do, Now different ways our fates compel?
33112	But where are now the Glory and the Rapture, That once did capture me in cloud and stream?
33112	I know not if she be unkind, If she have faults I do not care; Search through the world-- where will you find A face like hers, a form, a mind?
33112	I said,_ Why dost thou cower There at my door and knock?
33112	If GOD should say to me,_ Behold!-- Is it not well?-- They who have other gods than me, Shall I not bid them, as of old, Depart into the outer_ HELL?
33112	Nothing!--Alas, then tell me why Should we be?
33112	So pure is she, so fair is she, Just see, Where our sweet cousin takes the air!_ III Why is it that my MARGERY Hears nothing that these say to me?
33112	Though flowers be dead within the winter world, Are flowers not there?
33112	WHICH?
33112	What is there left for us to do, Now it has come to say farewell?
33112	What is there left for us to say, Now it has come to say good- by?
33112	What shall I say?
33112	Where now the Joy that was both speech and silence?
33112	Where the beguilance that was fact and dream?
33112	Would such replies mean aught to you, O birds, whose gladness says,_ Be glad_?
33112	and starless though the night, Are stars not there, eternal and the same?
33112	what can I do?
33112	what can I do?
34234	But thou, Love, who canst tread the stars, Whose seat is by God''s throne, Why wilt thou bend thee to the dust And walk the dark alone? 34234 You''ve been at school?
34234	And he bent gently down above, A soft light in his eye..."Is not the holy name of Love The name men call thee by?
34234	And what mysterious hand Is at thy wheel?
34234	Does a gold seed split the rosy husk?
34234	Does he hear the yell of the thirsting guns?
34234	From what far- lying land Swimmeth thy keel, Dim ship?
34234	Has he lost his craft?
34234	Has he snapped his thread?
34234	Hast thou nought else to do Than wander with thy dream- lit face Our glimmering darkness through?"
34234	Is he weaving with daring and skill sublime A wonderful winding- sheet for time?
34234	One of the twelve-- ha!--of that noble twelve That ran away, and two made mock of him Or else betrayed him ere they ran?
34234	Or is he the slave of a tyrannous wheel?
34234	Over the whirr of the shuttles and all The roar and the rush, does he hear when we call?
34234	They read and wrote and taught, but you and I, How have we profited at last?
34234	Thou sacred, sorrowing mother, canst thou learn-- Thou who hast gone so softly in God''s sight-- Of me, the scarlet woman of old days?
34234	What can poor women do?
34234	What far- borne news for me?
34234	What vast release?
34234	What was there we could not have done together?
34234	What will be left, I wonder, when Death has washed me clean Of dust and dew and sundown and April''s virgin green?
34234	While the scarlet crimes and the crimson sins Grow from the dizzying outs and ins Of the shuttle that spins, does he see it and feel?
34234	Who dares to say we should have feared to die, Shoulder to shoulder standing, you and I?
34234	Who knoweth man but cometh to know God?
34234	Who loveth God that never hath loved man?
34234	Will he leave the loom that he won from them And rend his fabric from hem to hem?
28352	Do my eyes deceive me in this dim light,he exclaimed,"or can this be Count Hugo of the Rhine, my most deadly foe?"
28352	Does the maiden consent to this of her own free will?
28352	Dost thou remember me, Elizabeth?
28352	Gone, is Gabriel gone?
28352	Indeed I will, my child, but first tell me, where do you live?
28352	What is this mysterious remedy?
28352	Who are you,asked the Prince,"and what may be your purpose in coming hither?"
28352	Will you let me stay a little while and play with your falcon?
28352	Will you promise faithfully to go, mother?
28352	And when sometimes the angel meeting him would ask, half in jest, half in earnest,"Art thou the King?"
28352	At length she exclaimed:"If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to we d me, why does he not come himself and take the trouble to woo me?"
28352	But all his eloquence was wasted, for the maiden only looked at him and said smilingly:"Why do n''t you speak for yourself, John?"
28352	But do you not think that arrow- heads could equally well have been bought in his own village?
28352	But this morning I am here, self- invited, to put your generous nature to the test, and therefore ask if we may breakfast with you beneath your vine?"
28352	Do you not know me?
28352	Have you thought well over it?"
28352	However, I have with me here a wonderful draught which cures all pain-- will you not taste it?"
28352	Is there no voice within you that says I speak truly, and that I am indeed your brother?"
28352	One of the chiefs cried:"Is this the mighty Captain the white men have sent to destroy us?
28352	Sitting by the invalid''s bedside she cried to him,"Is there anything I can do to comfort thee, my child?"
28352	Suddenly he started up on his perch, shook his bells, and looked eagerly at his master as if to say,"Ser Federigo, shall we not go a- hunting?"
28352	THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH Have you ever peeped into a forge and seen a blacksmith at work?
28352	When the two were left alone, the angel said:"Art thou the King?"
1247	Earth,I said,"how can I leave you?"
1247	Though in Heaven,I said,"be all That the heart would most desire, Held Earth naught save souls of sinners Worth the saving from a fire?
1247	You are all I have,I said;"What is left to take my mind up, Living always, and you dead?"
1247	After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
1247	And upon my heart asleep All the things I ever knew!--"Holds Heaven not some cranny, Lord, For a flower so tall and blue?"
1247	And what did I see I had not seen before?
1247	And will not Silence know In the black shade of what obsidian steep Stiffens the white narcissus numb with sleep?
1247	Autumn!--What is the Spring to me?
1247	But what does that signify?
1247	EPITAPH Heap not on this mound Roses that she loved so well; Why bewilder her with roses, That she can not see or smell?
1247	Minstrel, what is this to you: That a man you never knew, When your grave was far and green, Sat and gossipped with a queen?
1247	ODE TO SILENCE Aye, but she?
1247	TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG Minstrel, what have you to do With this man that, after you, Sharing not your happy fate, Sat as England''s Laureate?
1247	Thin as thread, with exquisite fingers,-- Have you seen her, any of you?-- Grey shawl, and leaning on the wind, And the garden showing through?
1247	This my personal death?-- That lungs be failing To inhale the breath Others are exhaling?
1247	WRAITH"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?"
1247	When my flesh is withered, And above my head Yellow pollen gathered All the empty afternoon?
1247	When shall I be dead?
1247	When sweet lovers pause and wonder Who am I that lie thereunder, Hidden from the moon?
1247	Who shall say if Shelley''s gold Had withstood it to grow old?
1247	Who will walk Between me and the crying of the frogs?
1247	Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of her?
26864	Not pretty? 26864 Say, can you meet me there tonight?
26864	What''s that?
26864	You will? 26864 Add wilt the little birdies sig Throughout the livelog day? 26864 Ah what is this? 26864 And always it is hot; And always fiends are shouting, And always flames are blue, And always Satan''s asking:IS IT HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?"
26864	And why?
26864	And wilt thou never come again?
26864	And you are young in heart not years, Is this not true because You mingle happiness with tears And do not look for flaws?
26864	But Dewey merely smiled in glee,"It is n''t possible?"
26864	But comparisons are odious, and Mr. Dryden has been dead several years.__"But what,"you may ask,"is the object of nonsense verse?"
26864	Ca n''t you name another"Ism?"
26864	Does every turkey feel that way Three days before he dies?
26864	If I had wings just like a bird Do you know what I''d do?
26864	If you want to be fraternal In Kentucky, Just call a fellow"Colonel"In Kentucky, Or, give a man a nudge And say,"How are you, Judge?"
26864	O, Death, where is thy sting?
26864	O, Grave, where is thy victory?
26864	Oh, hast thou cub to stay?
26864	Remember Jim?
26864	Remember when we were boys Long ago?
26864	Then every man there doffs his hat And cries"Well, what do you think of that?"
26864	What are you saying anyhow, I''ve got the wrong ear by the sow?
26864	What bessage dost thou brig to be, Fair Lady of by dreabs-- Dost whisper of the babblig brook Ad fishig poles ad streabs?
26864	What is transcendentalism?
26864	Would n''t it be dandy To fly just when you please, An''go an''ask the Dog- star If he worried much with fleas?
26864	You ca n''t walk there?
26864	You know Jim was surly?
34001	Bird, there were songs in your heart just as rapturous As these that you bring-- Why when we longed for your magic to capture us Did you not sing? 34001 ''_ At peace_''? 34001 BATTLE- CRIES Yes, Jim hez gone-- ye did n''t know? 34001 But that''s w''at men are made for-- eh? 34001 Freshening courage and benevolent mirth-- And then the city, like a hideous sore..._ Good God, and what is all this beauty for?_ TWO FUNERALS I. 34001 God''s curse is on the thief; The murderer fares ill-- Who gave the beasts their taste for blood Who taught them how to kill? 34001 Her smiles? 34001 Her songs? 34001 Her wings? 34001 In what great struggles was I felled, In what old lives I labored long, Ere I was given a world that held A meadow, butterflies and Song? 34001 Life is not only a summoning shout and a struggle, A blow and a silence.__ Is there not vigorous peace after vigorous onslaught? 34001 Nay, in Thy heart Thou knowest the noble theme Thou art... Was it my fault that as I sung The daring speech was on my tongue? 34001 Oh, I have used Thee, time on time, To fill a phrase, to round a rhyme; But was this wrong? 34001 Slowly he shook his head As one who sees a guarded flame go out;Never to die?
34001	Was it a bird?
34001	Was it a breeze that passed?
34001	What is she doing here-- and why?
34001	What is she doing here?
34001	What lit the heart of every golden- glow-- Oh, why was nothing weary, dull or tame?...
35667	--my head is in the air but who am I...?
35667	And March?
35667	And they say: Who can answer these things till he has tried?
35667	Are not my children as dear to me as falling leaves or must one become stupid to grow older?
35667	But what if I arrive like a turtle with my house on my back or a fish ogling from under water?
35667	Do I speak clearly enough?
35667	For what?
35667	Gaining and failing they are buffetted by a dark wind-- But what?
35667	Have we no flowers?
35667	Love you?
35667	Men are not friends where it concerns a woman?
35667	Must I go home filled with a bad poem?
35667	PLAY Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am, by what devious means do you contrive to remain idle?
35667	The sparrow with the black rain on his breast has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past: What is it that is dragging at my heart?
35667	What did I plan to say to her when it should happen to me as it has happened now?
35667	What will the good Father in Heaven say to the local judge if he do not solve this problem?
35667	Where will a shoulder split or a forehead open and victory be?
35667	Will you love me always?
34762	And I, who have known thy truth Through years of joy and sorrow, Can I believe the fickle winds? 34762 That blind old man of Scio''s rocky isle,"Homer, was well enough; but would he ever Have written, think ye, the Backwoodsman?
34762	********** And let them rest together, The maid, the boat, the boy, Why sing of matrimony now, In this brief hour of joy?
34762	Are the bucktails still swigging at Tammany Hall?
34762	Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?
34762	But by the tomahawk struck down Of party and of W*lt*r B*wne, Where are they now?
34762	But where is Fanny?
34762	But whither am I wandering?
34762	But, sweetly- voiced and smiling, The trusting maiden said,"Breathed not thy lips the vow to- day, To- morrow we will we d?
34762	Come with the winter snows, and ask Where are the forest birds?
34762	For penetration deep, and learned toil, And all that stamps an author truly great, Have we not Bristed''s ponderous tomes?
34762	How could you have the heart to strike From place the peerless Pierre Van Wyck?
34762	In English,"where can one be more happy than in the bosom of one''s family?"
34762	Of Woodworth, Doctor Farmer, Moses Scott-- Names hallow''d by their reader''s sweetest smile; And who that reads at all has read them not?
34762	Of veterans?
34762	That beer and those bucktails I never forget; But oft, when alone, and unnoticed by all, I think, is the porter cask foaming there yet?
34762	That bower and its music I never forget; But oft, when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think, is the nightingale singing there yet?
34762	The careless smile of other days was gone, And every gesture spoke"_ q''en dira- t''on_?"
34762	These have been ours; and do we hope in vain Here, oft and deep, to feel them ours again?
34762	What, Egypt, was thy magic, to the tricks Of Mr. Charles, Judge Spencer, or Van Buren?
34762	Where dwells the Drama''s spirit?
34762	Where is he?
34762	Why is he sipping weak Castalian dews?
35714	''Tis getting late,the youth remarked,"For ladies to be out alone, And, may I have the pleasure, Miss, Of seeing that you''re safely home?"
35714	A bud of misery,you say?
35714	What''s the matter?
35714	But, starve for love, and when doth come relief?
35714	Doth one feel weak?
35714	Doth one lack knowledge or attainments rare?
35714	Doth one lack means?
35714	How many friends would to me cleave?
35714	I smiled and took the gallant''s arm, What else could anybody do?
35714	Is one a slave to appetite or care?
35714	Like one who has riches Acquired by gift, He laughs at the stitches Of gainer by thrift, For face is his treasure, And why keep in bank?
35714	Suppose we loved, and married were, And fortune gave to us an heir, Pray who would nurse and care for it?
35714	What buggy rides would I receive?
35714	Who train its mind?
35714	Who''d wash the dishes, cook the food, Do out- door chores, and cut the wood?
35714	Would''st thou the secret know, of happy homes?
35714	do you really think That love is better than"the chink?"
35714	who mould its wit?
33940	GERALDINE, GERALDINE Geraldine, Geraldine, Do you remember where The willows used to screen The water flowing fair?
33940	Geraldine, Geraldine, Do you remember too The old beech- tree, between Whose roots the wild flowers grew?
33940	He told a story to her, A story full of dreams-- And was it of the Elfin things That haunt the thin moonbeams?
33940	He told a story to her, A story young yet old-- And was it of the mystic things Men''s eyes shall ne''er behold?
33940	LOVE DESPISED Can one resolve and hunt it from one''s heart?
33940	Or feel, who lie beneath the ground?
33940	That each year Takes somewhat from the riches of her purse, Until at last her house of pride stands bare?
33940	The mill- stream''s banks of green Where first our love begun, When you were seventeen, And I was twenty- one?
33940	UNDER THE ROSE He told a story to her, A story old yet new-- And was it of the Faëry Folk That dance along the dew?
33940	Where oft we met at e''en, When stars were few or none, When you were seventeen, And I was twenty- one?
33940	Who creeps with his glow- worm crew Above the mire With a corpse- light fire, As only dead men do?
33940	Who is it, who is it, who?"
33940	Who is it, who is it, who?"
33940	Who is it, who is it, who?"
33940	Who is she who shudders by When the boughs blow bare and the dead leaves fly?
33940	Who is she who wanders alone, When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown?
33940	Who rides through the dusk and dew, With a pair o''horns, As thin as thorns, And face a bubble blue?
33940	Who walks with a shuffling shoe,''Mid the gusty trees, With a face none sees, And a form as ghostly too?
33940	Why not remember that, however fair, Decay is we d to Beauty?
33940	Why will I think of her To my heart''s misery?
33940	Why will men cringe and cry forever here For that which, once obtained, may prove a curse?
14955	Ah why go mourning all the day, Or why should I from trials shrink?
14955	And shall we dare call ourselves followers of Christ, And yet his known precepts presume to evade?
14955	But how to reply?
14955	But some may ask,"then why am I to blame Because I sin, if God hath made me thus?"
14955	But when, blessed Saviour, ah when was the time, That we fed, clothed, or visited thee?
14955	But who thy future lot can see?
14955	But who''s this that we see, with that mild pensive air, And a look so expressively kind?
14955	Can not happiness perfect be found on this earth?
14955	Dark and yet darker my day''s clouded o''er; Are its bright joys all fled, and its sunshine no more?
14955	Hast thou so soon forgotten the plagues on thee sent, Or so hardened thy heart that thou can''st not relent?
14955	Have you found a father, mother, In that distant clime to love, Or a sister, friend, or brother, Better than the long- tried prove?
14955	Must it always be thus, peace banished forever, And joy to this sad heart returned again never?
14955	No pageant to welcome, to children no fun?
14955	Now Kossuth is coming, pray what''s to be done?
14955	Now in Cromwell the ruler of England we find; Right or wrong, I never could make up my mind; Still all must allow( for deny it who can?)
14955	Now what could I do?
14955	Say, have you seen her?
14955	Since all thy children chastening need, And all_ so called_ must feel the rod, Why for exemption should I plead, For am I not thy child, my God?
14955	Then his son Henry third, deny it who can?
14955	Then say not when with cares oppressed, He hath forsaken me; For had thy father loved thee less, Would he so chasten thee?
14955	Then why desponding, oh my soul, Because of trials here below?
14955	Three times at this meeting the question was asked,"Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me?"
14955	Thrice this same Peter his Lord had denied, And had he not reason reproaches to fear?
14955	What could I desire more welcome and better?
14955	What means that cry of anguish, That strikes the distant ear; The loud and piercing wailing, In desert wilds we hear?
14955	how couldst thou bear To live in this world, and thy idol not here?
14955	short- sighted monarch, dost thou think to pursue The Israel of God, and recapture them too?
14955	stop and reflect, what''s the test that''s required?
14955	tell me ye shepherds, tell me I pray, Have you seen the fair Jessie pass by this way?
14955	tell us wherefore You''re so anxious to be gone; Is the country late adopted Dearer to you than your own?
14955	what canst thou do?
14955	what is this life?
36051	Are you waiting for something?
36051	BOBOLINK Bright little bird with a downward wing, How many birds within you sing?
36051	Death?
36051	Good- night, little bed-- are you lonely so late?
36051	I was not born-- Can I not even die, a human soul?"
36051	In your soul sacredly, Deeper than fear, Burns there a miracle dreadful to hear?
36051	Out of what liquid is thy laughing made?
36051	Virgin of murder, Was it God''s breath, Begetting a savior, that filled you with Death?
36051	What continent soundeth thy name, what people thy praise?
36051	What matters it?
36051	What watchers beheld thee, and heralding followed thy lead, Or bugled the nations into the track of thy deed?
36051	Whence came that breaking fire, Nursed and caressed With passion''s white fingers for tyranny''s breast?
36051	Whence came that tenderness Cruel and wild, Arming with murder the hand of a child?
36051	Who is this naked- footed lovely girl Of summer meadows dancing on the grass?
36051	Who would not love you, seeing you move, Warm- eyed and beautiful through the green grove?
36051	Will even death not laugh this weakness off Your tongue?
36305	( which he pronounced_ Oy?
36305	Are they not all the seas of God?
36305	Ay?"
36305	Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
36305	Is it a dream?
36305	Oy?_), and which, slightly inflected to answer various purposes, served him for all response.
36305	Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew''d on thy prodigious pinions,( Burst the wild storm?
36305	When addressed, he only replied with the brief monosyllable"Ay?
36305	have you your sharpedged axes?
37980	For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks?
37980	Hearest thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract''s roar?
37980	Is it the tender star of love?
37980	Seest thou shadows sailing by, As the dove, with startled eye, Sees the falcon''s shadow fly?
37980	The star of love and dreams?
37980	canst thou not be Blithe as the air is, and as free?
37980	what would the world be to us, If the children were no more?
25961	Deep affection,I might reply; What would it profit if I did?
25961	Glad you are with us, daddy, dear?
25961	Am I warm at all?
25961	And, where most kids would howl and squall, He takes it, nor puts in a call For mother?
25961	Are her playthings such a treat?
25961	Because he wo n''t fight back, or bawl?
25961	Because when he is pushed he''ll fall?
25961	But what''s the use of trying?
25961	Does n''t my Presence satisfy?
25961	Dollar Bill, from the wreckage saved, Tell me, how shall I squander you?
25961	For his sweet face, his smile, and all The little tricks that charm us so?
25961	Has your little heart begun To get that sort of action?
25961	Is his so charming, nice, and sweet a role That acting it should make you to rejoice And be a source of comfort to your soul?
25961	Is it because he''s twice as small As you, just right for you to maul?
25961	Is n''t my Self enough for you?
25961	Is there some hidden happiness that he Uncovers in his march from can to can That you above all else should want to be The Garbage Man?
25961	Is this why you love Cousin Paull?
25961	Maybe you have for your very own A piece of pie or an ice cream cone; If that''s your amusement, why end it quick?
25961	No, it is this, invariably:"Daddy, what have you got for me?"
25961	No, that spelling would never do; You want Presents, a new supply, When you inquire so eagerly:"Daddy, what have you got for me?"
25961	Or is she herself the one And only real attraction?
25961	Shall I be shined, shampooed and shaved, Singed and trimmed''round the edges, too?
25961	Something I''d like to hear you say?
25961	Time was, and not so long ago, When you were carried to and fro And waited on, but now?
25961	Was ever a child as cute as he?"
25961	Was ever a child as mean as he?"
25961	What do I care for a vaudeville show?
25961	What is she That early every morning You desert your family And rush to see her, scorning Your once cherished ma and me?
25961	Why pick him out, when you can take your choice?
25961	Why should one say,"Please pass the bread,"When"Ba- ba me"is easier said?
25961	Why waste the breath required to say,"While toddling through the park today, I saw a bird up in a tree,"When"Twee, pahk, birt,"does splendidly?
25961	Why"I''ve been riding on a train,"When"By- by, Choo- choo"makes it plain?
25961	You would repeat, insistently:"Daddy, what have you got for me?"
25961	[ Illustration][ Illustration] COUSINLY AFFECTION Why do you love your Cousin Paull?
25961	[ Illustration][ Illustration] HIS LADY FRIEND Who is Sylvia?
25961	[ Illustration][ Illustration] THE ETERNAL GREETING What is the welcoming word I hear When I reach home at the close of day?
25961	yelled loudly, does the trick?
261	Was such a request ever made to a knight?
261	And then float away with me Through the summer night?
261	Beloved, is it true?
261	Do the little trouts have school In some deep sun- glinted pool, And in recess play at tag Round that bed of purple flag?
261	Do you hunt for fishes''eggs, Or watch tadpoles grow their legs?
261	Do you pull the Naiads''hair Hiding in the lilies there?
261	Fragment What is poetry?
261	Has your life too been waiting for this time, Not only mine the sharpness of this joy?
261	Hast thou thy votary forgot?
261	Have years behind been dark?
261	If priests and women would none of him Was it likely a knight would take his part?
261	In Darkness Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life''s brightest stars rise from a troubled sea?
261	Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern?
261	Is it such great fun to play In the water every day?
261	Is it the reedy note of an oaten pipe?
261	Mirage How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee?
261	Must years go by in sad uncertainty Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows, Are we or Fate the victors?
261	On my nursery window- sill Will you stay your steady flight?
261	Shall endeavor Make a sea of purpose mightier than we dream to- day?
261	Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats''s Poems Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book?
261	Surely''t was here some tragedy was done, And here the chorus sang each coming change?
261	The Crescent Moon Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high?
261	The Trout Naughty little speckled trout, Ca n''t I coax you to come out?
261	The child of a southern people, The thought of an alien race, What does she in this pale, northern garden, How reconcile it with her grace?
261	What quest is worth pursuing?
261	What sound is that which echoes through the wood?
261	Where art thou hiding, where thy peace?
261	Where shall I look for comfort?
261	Will those to come Bring unguessed sorrows into our two lives?
261	Will waking tumult never cease?
261	Will you come down soon?
31913	A cricket dirging days that soon must die?
31913	A heart- sick bird, that sang of happier hours?
31913	AT LAST What shall be said to him, Now he is dead?
31913	Alone beside the grave of love I ask, Shalt thou?
31913	He who doth love, what shall his passion gain?
31913	He who hath seen, what shall it profit him?
31913	Her curled lips''kiss, that stained the clay, Her fingers''touch-- shall not these stay, That made its nothingness divine?
31913	INTERPRETED What magic shall solve us the secret Of beauty that''s born for an hour?
31913	Nay; still amort, my love?
31913	Now that his eyes are dim, Low lies his head?
31913	Now that his eyes are dim, Low lies his head?
31913	Or did the ghost of Summer wander by?
31913	Or laughs in the waters that scatter, But limbs of a nymph who is gone, When we walk in the dawn?
31913	Or sighs in the fields but a sprite?
31913	Or up endeavor''s unsubmissive slope Advance a bosom of desire, and bow A back of patience in a thankless task?
31913	Shall such assist me to subdue the heights?
31913	THE VAMPIRE A lily in a twilight place?
31913	That gleams like the flight of an egret, Or burns like the scent of a flower, With death for a dower?
31913	UNENCOURAGED ASPIRATION Is mine the part of no companion hand Of help, except my shadow''s silent self?
31913	Was it a voice lamenting for the flowers?
31913	What breathes through the leaves but the airy Soft spirits of shadow and light, When we walk in the night?
31913	What leaps in the bosk but a satyr?
31913	What pipes on the wind but a faun?
31913	What shall be given him, Now he is dead?
31913	What shall be given him, Now he is dead?
31913	What shall be said to him, Now he is dead?
31913	What shall beguile me to believe again In hope, that faith within her parable writes Of life, care reads with eyes whose tear- drops stain?
31913	What sings on the hills but a fairy?
31913	When disappointment at her cup''s bright brim Poisons the pleasure with the hemlock pain?
31913	Where buds the lily of our Faith?
31913	Where grows the rose of fadeless Grace?
31913	Who shall persuade me now To seek with high face for a star of hope?
31913	Who would not follow her whose glory sits, Imperishably lovely on the air?
31913	Why dost thou lag?
31913	Why dost thou stop?
31913	or thou?
31913	that they who toil and pray May win not more than they who toil and curse?
31913	what thing shall save You then?
31913	yon wild stream that leaps Hoarse from the black pines of the Hakel steeps, A moon- tipped water, down a glittering crag.-- Why so aghast, sweetheart?
34027	Have I not taught you to forgive? 34027 Where is the love for which I shed my blood?
34027	**** And so they found her, sitting quietly, Her book upon her knee, Staring before her, as if she could see-- What was it-- Death?
34027	Again the tale is told, that has been told So often here of old: Ghosts of dead lovers they?
34027	And bade you from my Iron Cross Believe, and bear your grief and loss, That after death you too may live?
34027	And where''s Song?
34027	But him, beneath the sun,--_ Who_ then had entered?
34027	Friends we thought were here to stay?
34027	Has life clapped the two in prison At the close of day?
34027	Has she proved herself a harlot At the close of day?
34027	He spoke to her:--"Now tell me, dear, Why do you sing and weep?"
34027	He went singing; and a rose Lay upon his heart''s repose-- With what thought of her-- who knows?
34027	Hope, who led us oft astray?
34027	How shall we greet you from our low estate, Keys in the keyboard that is life and death, The organ whence we hear your music swell?
34027	Is it forgiveness for great sin They plead before the Iron Cross?
34027	Is this the face?--yea, ask it slow!-- The hair, the form, that we used to cherish?-- Where is the glory of long- ago?
34027	Left us for a wreath of roses At the close of day?
34027	My dream of truth?
34027	Never at rest, Dear, in your breast!-- Is it your heart with its flutterings, Making a music, love, for us both?
34027	Now we are old, oh is n''t it fine Out in the wind and the rain?
34027	Or battle lost, that they would win?
34027	Or for some gift of gold or dross?
34027	Tell me true-- Did you miss me, dear, as I missed you?
34027	To give at last the weary world surcease From butchery?
34027	To me why kneel and tell your loss?
34027	What is the prayer they pray to Him, Christ Jesus on the Iron Cross?
34027	What''s become of Dream and Vision?
34027	Where is Hope, who flaunted scarlet?
34027	Where''s friend Love now?--Who supposes?-- Has he flung himself away?
34027	Why kneel to me and weep and pray?
34027	but Fiend, whom God has given release!-- Will prayer avail naught?
34027	how long Wilt Thou endure this crime?
34027	my wounds!--Was it for this I came?
34027	or he?
34027	tears of father, mother?
34027	that made me poor?-- The love of beauty, that I could not bind?
34027	the soul elected-- Has he quit us too for aye?-- Was it poverty he suspected Near the close of day?
34027	then, guess, What was the one thing, eh?
1021	But has the world the envious dream-- Ah, such things can not be,-- To tear their fairy- land like silk And toss it in the sea? 1021 Has n''t it another name, lark, or thrush, or the like?"
1021	# When the good dreams go?
1021	#"Must Avalon, with hope forlorn, Her back against the wall, Have lived her brilliant life in vain While ruder tribes take all?
1021	#"Now do you know of Avalon That sailors call Japan?
1021	***** But what can Europe say, when in your name The throats are cut, the lotus- ponds turn red?
1021	--Mothers of men go on the destined wrack To give them life, with anguish and with tears:-- Are all those childbed sorrows sneered away?
1021	And what can Europe say, when with a laugh Old Asia heaps her hecatombs of dead?
1021	And who will bring white peace That he may sleep upon his hill again?
1021	And would they sheathe the sword before you, friend, Or scorn your way, while looking in your eyes?
1021	But why should brawling braggarts rise With hasty words of shame To drive them back like dogs and swine Who in due honor came?"
1021	Did you ever hear of a thing like that?
1021	Did you ever hear of a thing like that?
1021	Did you ever hear of a thing like that?
1021	For_ that_ do you curse Avalon And raise a hue and cry?
1021	He said:"Mr. Yeats asked me recently in Chicago,''What are we going to do to restore the primitive singing of poetry?''
1021	His fealty due And his infinite debt To the folly divine, To the exquisite rule Of the perilous master, The fawn- footed fool?
1021	How can the Nippon nondescripts That weird and dreadful band Be aught but what we find them here:-- The blasters of the land?
1021	IV Love?...
1021	Is Europe then to be their sprawling- place?
1021	Must Arthur stand with Asian Celts, A ghost with spear and crown, Behind the great Pendragon flag And be again cut down?
1021	Must venom rob the future day The ultimate world- man Of rare Bushido, code of codes, The fair heart of Japan?
1021	Oh, hurrying tide that will not hear Your own foam- children dying near: Is there no refuge- house of song, No home, no haven where songs belong?
1021	The Santa Fe Trail( A Humoresque) I asked the old Negro,"What is that bird that sings so well?"
1021	Their mad- house, till it turns the wide world''s bane?
1021	Their place of maudlin, slavering conference Till every far- off farmstead goes insane?
1021	V. Parvenu Where does Cinderella sleep?
1021	We sang of Zion, good to know, Where righteousness and peace abide.... What of your second sacrilege Carousing at Belshazzar''s side?
1021	What child that strange night- time Can ever forget?
1021	What will he sing to- morrow What wonder all his own Alone, set free, rejoicing, With a green hill for his throne?
1021	Who Knows?
1021	Who Knows?
1021	Who knows?
1021	With what fire is it burning?
1021	Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep?
1021	Yet Gentle will the Griffin Be( What Grandpa told the Children) The moon?
3525	And why do you stay so long,My heart, and where do you roam?"
3525	Not thine, nor mine, to question or replyWhen He commands us, asking''how?''
3525	With three such saints Lupon is trebly blest;But, Lord, I fain would know, which loves Thee best?"
3525	Ah, when wilt thou draw near, Thou messenger of mercy robed in song?
3525	And who will walk a mile with me Along life''s weary way?
3525	Answer, dear, Do n''t you hear?
3525	Can we reach it ere the night?
3525	DULCIS MEMORIA Long, long ago I heard a little song,( Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
3525	Ere Asmiel breathed again The eager answer leaped to meet him,"WHEN?"
3525	Far away, Many a day, Where can Barney be?
3525	From this dull bed of languor set my spirit free, And bid me rise, and let me walk awhile with thee III Where wilt thou lead me first?
3525	In what still region Of thy domain, Whose provinces are legion, Wilt thou restore me to myself again, And quench my heart''s long thirst?
3525	LYRICS A MILE WITH ME O who will walk a mile with me Along life''s merry way?
3525	Long, long ago I saw a little flower,--( Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
3525	Long, long ago we had a little child,--( Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
3525	Long, long ago?
3525	My heart came back again:"Now where is the prize?"
3525	Now I hear his footsteps, rustling through the grass: Hidden in my leafy nook, shall I let him pass?
3525	What has come to pass?
3525	What is the charm of the chase?
3525	What will you reach with your riding?
3525	Where is she whose form is folden In its royal sheen?
3525	Who has wrought the magic?
3525	Will the journey never end?
3525	With a doubtful brow He scanned the doubtful task, and muttered"HOW?"
3525	or''why?''
3525	the jealous King replied:"Myself could learn it better, if I tried,"And catch a hundred larger fish a week--"Wilt thou accept the challenge, fellow?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	_ Do They Miss Me at Home_?
19897	_ When? 19897 And in her sleep, Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me? 19897 And now yer-- how old_ air_ you? 19897 And the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view, Shall I vanish from his vision-- when my dreams come true? 19897 And yer nex''birthday''s in Aprile? 19897 Ca n''t you change the order some? 19897 Ca n''t you lift one word-- With some pang of laughter-- Louder than the drowsy bird Crooning''neath the rafter? 19897 Has she forgotten life-- love-- everyone-- Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me? 19897 Has she forgotten thus the old caress That made our breath a quickened atmosphere That failed nigh unto swooning with the sheer Delight? 19897 Has she forgotten? 19897 I know not any place So fair as this-- Swung here between the blue Of sea and sky, with you To ask me, with a kiss,Where shall we land?"
19897	It is here; but where Is she, of all the world the first and best?
19897	O blooms of May, And summer roses-- Where- away?
19897	Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Are we"lucky dogs,"indeed?
19897	What if we sung, or laughed, or wept maybe?
19897	Where is it, O my Mary, Ye are biding a''the while?
19897	Where shall be land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Yer mother did afore you, when her folks objected to me-- Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother-- where is she?
19897	You do n''t rikollect her, I reckon?
19897	[ Illustration] And I had_ envied_ her?
19897	[ Illustration] WHERE SHALL WE LAND?
19897	[ Illustration][ Illustration] HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?
19897	and you want to git married that day?
31919	Am I happy?
31919	For the sinless world is fair, And man''s is the sin and gloom; And dead are the days that were, But what are the days to come? 31919 Where is he?"
31919	Why ride ye here, why ride ye there, Why ride ye here so merry? 31919 Why ride ye with your sea- green plumes, Your sea- green silken habit, By balmy bosks of faint perfumes Where squats the cunning rabbit?"
31919	Why tarry? 31919 Wilt follow, wilt follow to caverns hollow, That echo the tumbling spry?
31919	Yes?
31919	Anubis dire forget his ghosts to lead To Hell''s profoundness, and then stay to sip One winking bubble from the wine- god''s cup?
31919	Can you love me so, Knowing what I am to him Sitting in his gouty chair On the breezy terrace where Amber fire- flies swim?
31919	For the past is a memory: Tho''to- day seem somber as fate, Who knows what to- morrow will be?"
31919	Have I not held thee true, True as thy deepest, Sweet and immaculate blue, Of nights that feel thy dew?
31919	Have I not known thee, God, As thy stars know Heaven?
31919	Have I not striven?
31919	Have I not_ known_ thee true, O God that keepest?
31919	Hear you r o music in the creaks Made by the sallow grasshopper, Who in the hot weeds sharply breaks The mellow dryness with his cheer?
31919	Here I tumble with the bee, Robber bee of low degree Gay with dust: Wit ye of a bracelet bold Broadly belting him with gold?
31919	In dells of forest faun and fay, Moss- lounged within the fountain''s spray, How drained we wines too rare to tell, Shall we forget?
31919	Of such so lowly?
31919	Oh, will you sit and wait, When fields, erst desolate, Now are intoxicate With life that flowers?
31919	Or in the Summer, dry and loud, The hard cicada whirr aboon His long lay in a poplar''s cloud, When the thin heat rose wraith- like in a shroud?
31919	Purple with love and rife With their fierce budded life, Passion and rosy strife Drained from warm winds and the turbulent showers?
31919	The Beautiful, so innocent, sweet, and pure, Why must thou perish, and the evil still endure?
31919	The fawn''mid lilies from the mere Sucks genial draughts to dull its thirsts; O fondest spirit, art thou near?
31919	The sunlight living in your hair, And in your cheek the cherry?
31919	Thou, Spirit of Beauty, with thy bursting flowers, Swollen with pride, wouldst thou usurp my throne, Long planted here deep in the waste''s wild moan?
31919	Were they placed, think you, perchance, For such love in hell?
31919	What am I, and what is he Who can cull and tear a heart, As one might a rose for sport In its royalty?
31919	What am I, that he has made All this love a bitter foam, Blown about a life of loam That must break and fade?
31919	What made gold Horus smile with golden lips?
31919	Wilt follow thy queen to islands green, Vague islands of witchery?
31919	Would you have him thus to know That you died for utter woe And despair o''ermuch?
31919	and am I not Your true Guinevere?
31919	are you such?
12241	''A soul has gone to God,''I''m answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad?
12241	''T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou No station in the day?
12241	And art thou sleeping yet?
12241	And if my stocking hung too high, Would it blur the Christmas glee, That not a Santa Claus could reach The altitude of me?
12241	And the rest?
12241	Are friends delight or pain?
12241	Borne, without dissent of either, To the parish night; Of the separated people Which are out of sight?
12241	But how shall finished creatures A function fresh obtain?
12241	But then I promised ne''er to tell; How could I break my word?
12241	Could''st credit me?
12241	Dear March, how are you?
12241	Did they forget thee?
12241	Did they forsake thee?
12241	Did you leave Nature well?
12241	Drab habitation of whom?
12241	Few get enough,-- enough is one; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong?
12241	How the old steeples hand the scarlet, Till the ball is full,-- Have I the lip of the flamingo That I dare to tell?
12241	I wonder if they bore it long, Or did it just begin?
12241	I would not break thee: Could''st credit me?
12241	If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human nature not survive Without a listener?
12241	If the foolish call them''flowers,''Need the wiser tell?
12241	Is bliss, then, such abyss I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe?
12241	Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o''er?
12241	Not any voice denotes it here, Or intimates it there; A spirit, how doth it accost?
12241	Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore?
12241	Tabernacle or tomb, Or dome of worm, Or porch of gnome, Or some elf''s catacomb?
12241	The bone that has no marrow; What ultimate for that?
12241	The heart I cherished in my own Till mine too heavy grew, Yet strangest, heavier since it went, Is it too large for you?
12241	The lily waiting to be we d, The bee, dost thou forget?
12241	WHO?
12241	Was ever idleness like this?
12241	What customs hath the air?
12241	What right had fields to arbitrate In matters ratified?
12241	Who knocks?
12241	Who may expected be?
12241	Why swagger then?
12241	Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
12241	Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?
12241	You''ve seen balloons set, have n''t you?
12241	sceptic Thomas, Now, do you doubt that your bird was true?
30276	Mother, where are you? 30276 Where is Father?
30276	''T is the sun who asks the question, in a lovely haste for wisdom-- What a lovely haste for wisdom is in men?
30276	--Lord, dear Lord, do you think he ever_ can_ shine?
30276	Adown the pale- green, glacier- river floats A dark boat through the gloom-- and whither?
30276	And oh, behind the cloud sheaves, like yellow autumn dapples, Did you see the wicked sun that winked?
30276	Can the spice- rose drip such acrid fragrance hardened in a leaf?
30276	Do your roots drag up colour from the sand?
30276	Flower and blossom, tell me do you know of her?
30276	H. D. H. D. THE POOL Are you alive?
30276	Have I performed the dozen acts or so that make me the man men see?
30276	Have the rocks hidden her voice?
30276	Have they slipped gold under you; rivets of gold?
30276	How can you shame to act this part Of unswerving indifference to me?
30276	II Do the murex- fishers drench you as they pass?
30276	Is it the dirt, the squalor, the wear of human bodies, and the dead faces of our neighbours?
30276	It is not you; why disguise yourself Against me, to break my heart, You evader?
30276	Light?
30276	Me?
30276	Must I kill them To make them lie still, And send you a wreath of lolling corpses To turn putrid and soft On your forehead While you dance?
30276	Oh, he was multiform-- Which then was he among the manifold?
30276	One step farther down or up, and why?
30276	Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor Spattered with moonlight?
30276	Sour sprites, Moaning and chuckling, What have you hidden from me?
30276	THE LETTER Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper Like draggled fly''s legs, What can you tell of the flaring moon Through the oak leaves?
30276	THE POPLAR Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road?
30276	The gay, the sorrowful, the seer?
30276	Was it the wind That rattled the reeds together?
30276	What are you-- banded one?
30276	What has made the bed shake?
30276	What have we but each other?
30276	What is it?
30276	What is the matter?"
30276	What then is there hidden in the skirts of all the blossom, What is peeping from your wings, oh mother hen?
30276	Where are the people, and why does the fretted steeple sweep about in the sky?
30276	Who are you, lying in his place on the bed And rigid and indifferent to me?
30276	Why do they shriek your name And spit at me When I would cluster them?
30276	Will you always stand there shivering?
30276	With your steel face white- enamelled Were you he, after all, and I never Saw you or felt you in kissing?
30276	You are always asking, do I remember, remember The buttercup bog- end where the flowers rose up And kindled you over deep with a coat of gold?
30276	Zeus, Are the halls of heaven broken up That you flake down upon me Feather- strips of marble?
23111	You see that- air old dome,says he,"humped up ag''inst the sky?
23111	And where''s War Barnett at?
23111	And why did we strike hands and say"We will be friends and nothing more"; Why are we musing thus to- day?
23111	And why my kisses on your brow?
23111	Did you say you''d like to listen?
23111	I nodded- like, and Fluke went on,"I wonder now ef she Knows where I am-- and what I am-- and what I ust to be?
23111	Is n''t age but just a place Where you mask the childish face To preserve its inner grace, Old Man?
23111	Now, honestly, confess: Is an old man any less Than the little child we bless And caress when we can?
23111	Or is it some old treasure scrap You call from Memory''s file?
23111	Shall the voice of the Master be stifled and riven?
23111	Shall we hear but a tithe of the words He has said, When so long He has, listening, leaned out of Heaven To hear the old Bible my grandfather read?
23111	Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Are we"lucky dogs,"indeed?
23111	What''s come of old Bill Lindsey and the Saxhorn fellers-- say?
23111	Why are my arms about you now, And happy tears upon your cheek?
23111	Why did I love not heaven''s own blue Until I touched these shores again?
23111	Why did I sail across the main?
23111	Why did I say good- by to you?
23111	You remember her?"
23111	You turn, with never answer But to the band that plays.-- O rapt and eerie dancer, What of your future days?
23111	[ Illustration: Good- by er howdy- do-- tailpiece]{ 60} WHEN WE THREE MEET When we three meet?
23111	[ Illustration: In the afternoon-- tailpiece]{ 152} BECAUSE Why did we meet long years of yore?
23111	must longing and sorrow Leave me in darkness, with eyes ever wet, And never the hope of a meeting to- morrow?
23111	yes, but wrinkles Are not so plenty, quite, As to cover up the twinkles Of the_ boy_--ain''t I right?
23111	{ 122} What''s come of Eastman, and Nat Snow?
23111	{ 147} The little old poem that nobody reads Was written-- where?--and when?
23111	{ 47}"God bless me?"
23111	{ 58}[ Illustration: Good- by er howdy- do-- headpiece] GOOD- BY ER HOWDY- DO Say good- by er howdy- do-- What''s the odds betwixt the two?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	And I had_ envied_ her?
16995	And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view, Shall I vanish from his vision-- when my dreams come true?
16995	And in her sleep, Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me?
16995	And now yer-- how old_ air_ you?
16995	And yer nex''birthday''s in Aprile?
16995	CONTENTS PAGE BLOOMS OF MAY 185 DISCOURAGING MODEL, A 133"DREAM"46 FARMER WHIPPLE-- BACHELOR 167 HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?
16995	Ca n''t you change the order some?
16995	Ca n''t you lift one word-- With some pang of laughter-- Louder than the drowsy bird Crooning''neath the rafter?
16995	HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?
16995	Has she forgotten life-- love-- everyone-- Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me?
16995	Has she forgotten thus the old caress That made our breath a quickened atmosphere That failed nigh unto swooning with the sheer Delight?
16995	I Has she forgotten?
16995	I know not any place So fair as this-- Swung here between the blue Of sea and sky, with you To ask me, with a kiss,"Where shall we land?"
16995	It is here; but where Is she, of all the world the first and best?
16995	O blooms of May, And summer roses-- Where- away?
16995	What if we sung, or laughed, or wept maybe?
16995	When?
16995	Where is it, O my Mary, Ye are biding a''the while?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me-- Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother-- where is she?
16995	You do n''t rikollect her, I reckon?
16995	[ Illustration:( HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?)]
16995	[ Illustration:( TOM VAN ARDEN)] Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Are we"lucky dogs,"indeed?
16995	[ Illustration:( WHERE SHALL WE LAND?--TITLE)] WHERE SHALL WE LAND?
16995	and you want to git married that day?
34269	And please now, Mr. Warnock, Just tell us if you will What you''d do with this problem If you were Sergeant Hill?
34269	Mr. Whitney, wo n''t you tell us Of patrols both front and rear? 34269 THE SIMULATING OF THE GREEN"(_ Air:"Wearing of the Green"_) Oh, Major dear, and did you hear the news that''s going round?
34269	Will someone please perform right face? 34269 24 C. L. Yates, Co. 1, 1st P. T. R. A TEST OF DISCIPLINE27 C. L. Yates, Co. 1, 1st P. T. R. WHAT''S YOUR NAME?"
34269	And when it said:"What do you do?"
34269	Are ye men?
34269	As for the Third, he spoke no word But hastened on his way, Until at last a whisper passed:"How did_ you_ die today?"
34269	But is it_ my_ fault?
34269	But what else could I do?
34269	Camaraderie beside the lake... fellow for fellow, What does it matter?
34269	D''you suppose he gives a tinker''s damn If when you''re lying prone, The pack comes up behind your ears And whacks you on the dome?
34269	Did your stomach turn over and stand up on end, When you dropped the damn thing on your toes?
34269	Do n''t you feel, enchanting sprite, My pep?
34269	FORWARD"?"
34269	INOCULATION DAY My blood the surgeons fortify With antiseptic serum; The dread bacilli I defy, What cause have I to fear''em?
34269	Lady, in your stockings white, Do n''t you note my altered step?
34269	Lemonade and other things, Taken on march, Have been known to cause Soldiers to die, and pie?
34269	My throat and mouth are full of paste There''s nothing in my hat; My belt is winding round my waist But where''s my stomach at?
34269	O. R. C., Co. 4, 1st P. T. R. THE CALL 73 Allen Bean MacMurphy, Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. BEANS 74 Charles H. Ramsey, Co. 8, 1st P. T. R. FORWARD"?"
34269	Often, when''neath their eyes we pass, I hear some maiden sigh divinely, And murmur to another lass,"Dear, is n''t_ Jackie_ marching finely?"
34269	So they sent us up to Plattsburg, do n''t you see?
34269	THE MANUAL Did you ever run into the butt of your gun, Or dig the front sight with your nose?
34269	Tell me, where did I make that break?
34269	Then I think of the millions Who have none for whom to be lonely, French, English, German, Russ.... What does it matter the language?
34269	Think, and you know not what he meant to say-- He knows not neither, so-- ah, what''s the use?
34269	Though upon my manly back There reposes half a ton, Why repine against a pack Or gun?
34269	When coming to Port did the rifle fall short, And the swivel ram into your fist?
34269	When the rest did present did you so intent Find a count that the others had missed?
34269	[ Illustration: MESS?
34269	[ Illustration: WHAT''S YOUR NAME?]
32146	-- How did they look upon that open brow, And not read purity?
32146	--And should I not have felt that he would die?
32146	And have I not an ear to hear-- A cloudless eye to see-- And a thirst for beautiful human thought, That first was stirr''d with thee?
32146	And have I not wept over him?--and prayed Morning and night for him?--and_ could_ he die?
32146	And that half smile-- would death have left_ that_ there?
32146	And wake till the stars depart?
32146	Holds not thy step its noble grace-- Thy cheek its dainty hue?
32146	I''ve lived amid the forest gloom Until I almost fear-- When will the thrilling voices come My spirit thirsts to hear?
32146	Is it because Another year has fled?-- That I am farther from my youth, And nearer to the dead?
32146	Is it because my cares have come?-- My happy boyhood o''er?-- Because the visions I have lov''d Will visit me no more?
32146	Is it not beautiful, my fair Adel?
32146	Is not thy heart as true?
32146	Know you any Hero?
32146	Laugh with a weary heart?
32146	Said I she was not beautiful?
32146	Shall we bewail our brother that he died?
32146	Then why should I turn from thee now?
32146	There is nothing true of my idle dream, But the wreck of my early love; And my mind is coined for my daily bread, And how can it soar above?
32146	Thy coral necklace?--ear- rings too?
32146	Was_ that_ all, Viola?
32146	What is she That those soft fringes timidly should fall Before her, and thy spiritual brow Be shadowed as her presence were a cloud?
32146	What!--yet another?
32146	What''s the brow, Or the eye''s lustre, or the step of air, Or color, but the beautiful links that chain The mind from its rare element?
32146	Who could chain The visible gladness of a heart that lives, Like a glad fountain, in the eye of light, With an unbreathing pencil?
32146	Who could paint The young and shadowless spirit?
32146	Who hath walk''d The world with such a winning loveliness, And on its bright, brief journey, gather''d up Such treasures of affection?
32146	Who, so lov''d, Is left among the living?
32146	Why should not I love on-- Dreaming of thee by night, by day, As I have ever done?
32146	Would I feast all day?
32146	Would I gain no knowledge, and search no deep For the wisdom that sages knew?
32146	Would I run to waste with a human mind-- To its noble trust untrue?
32146	Would I sleep away the breezy morn?
32146	Would ye bewail our brother?
32146	Would ye bewail our brother?
32146	and shall we mourn That he is taken early to his rest?
32146	revel all night?
32146	still thine?
42306	What shall I then with thee compare, To make a true comparison-- The dawning day, the dying light, The rising or the setting sun?
21890	Bud,says he,"what''s wrong with you; Did the old cow kick you, too?"
21890	What did H''I do? 21890 And who has every day to face a finer round of care Than buying frills and furbelows for little folks to wear? 21890 Are you getting no more from your toil than the gold That little enclosure of paper will hold? 21890 As all children come he came, There''s a soul within his clay; Who has led his feet astray? 21890 Did her lover prove unfaithful or her husband take to drink? 21890 Do n''t you hunger in your strivin''for the merry whirl of pleasure?
21890	Do the friends they''d have cheered know the thoughts of the dead?
21890	Do they treasure to- day the last words that were said?
21890	Do you not miss the greater joys That come with little girls and boys?
21890	Does that close the deal at the end of the week?
21890	For nothing has happened to make you sigh, To hurry homewards to share the joy That your work has won with a little boy?
21890	How can I best express my life?
21890	How can I long remembrance win, since I am born to die?
21890	I wonder will it please my dad?
21890	Is it all in the envelope holding his pay?
21890	Is it all in the envelope, workman and chief?
21890	Is it fate that writes so sadly, or the cruelty of man?
21890	Is that all he wins by his labor from you?
21890	Is that all you offer him day after day?
21890	Is that all you''re after; is that all you seek?
21890	Is that all you''re working for day after day?
21890	Is that the reward for the best he can do?
21890	My Job I wonder where''s a better job than buying cake and meat, And chocolate drops and sugar buns for little folks to eat?
21890	See that picture on the wall, That one over yonder, Bud, With the old cow in the mud?
21890	The Pay Envelope Is it all in the envelope holding your pay?
21890	Think you that God will my choice condemn If I have never played false to them?
21890	What foul deed has marred the parchment of a life so fair as this?
21890	What greater charm can fortune weave Than being Dad on Christmas eve?
21890	What hand can paint a picture book So marvelous as a runnin''brook?
21890	What if their brows be crowned with gray?
21890	Where, thought I, must lie the blame?
21890	Wherein does greatness lie?
21890	Who has done this thing I wondered; what has wrought the ruin here?
21890	Who has failed in such a way?
21890	Who has wrecked this lovely temple and destroyed the Maker''s plan, Raining blows on cheeks of beauty God had fashioned just to kiss?
21890	Why has beauty fled her palace; did some vandal hand appear?
21890	Why should we keep our talents hid, or think we favor men because We use the gifts that God has given?
21890	Why these sunken cheeks and pallid where the roses once were pink?
21890	Would you say of your men, when the week has been turned, That all they''ve received is the money they''ve earned?
21890	Yes, they shall gather in solemn state to speak for each living race, But who shall speak for the unseen dead that shall come to the council place?
21890	ca n''t ye leave sich work as that fer men?"
27024	A Challenge To have lived, to have loved, to have triumphed!--what more can the world bestow?
27024	Ah God, where is the truth?
27024	Am I not loved by you?
27024	Are all men false or lies the fault in me Who, vulture- like, seize only on the taint, And leave the pure?
27024	Asleep-- adream perchance, dost thou forget The sometime sorrow and the fevered fret, Sting of salt tears and long unbreathed regret?
27024	Can the world afford him no worthier bride-- No bride with a queenlier grace?
27024	Dear, Dost thou not hear?__ Lying so low beneath the bending grass In long, still smiling tranced for aye-- alas!
27024	Each little common thing to me seems rarer, My life each day becomes more dear to me; Love, am I fair?
27024	Fate may make wreck of a future-- how can she alter the past?
27024	How can I ask you to share my shame, How can I give you my blemished name, Yet how shall the heart forget?
27024	How can I pray that his heart should thrill To waking and waking''s pain?
27024	I have tasted the sweets of life''s chalice-- why shrink from the lees at the last?
27024	Insatiate What though she lieth mute on yonder hill?
27024	Judge Thou between us, God, Which in Thy sight is guiltier, she or I?
27024	My heart is singing.--( Heart, oh heart of my heart is it true?)
27024	Proud am I-- proud as he For my name as his is old-- What should he say to me?
27024	Requital What tho''you loved me once?
27024	Seeing another with my loved lord dwell Sheltered within the tents of wedded love While I must roam the desert of Despair?
27024	The sphinxèd riddle of the Universe, Nature''s unsolved enigma, who may prove?
27024	Tho''the heavens darken above me and the sky be shrunk as a scroll, In the wreck and ruin of riven worlds, should I falter, O Soul of my soul?
27024	What can I hope to win?
27024	What can I know of Love?
27024	What fiend took hold on me?
27024	What need to pray?
27024	What poisoned pen has written The words that bar my breath; What hard, harsh hand has smitten My soul with death?
27024	What then the end of action or of strife?
27024	What tho''I once loved you?
27024	What tho''you love me still?
27024	What tho''you loved me then?
27024	What tho''you say The current of your life toward mine is set, As vagrant stars obey the planets''sway, Or perfume clingeth to the violet?
27024	What were the worth of hard- won power or praise?
27024	Which of the gifts men prize?
27024	Whose was the fault, the blame?
27024	Why does he come to me, With his deep, impassioned eyes, Stealing my soul from me?
27024	Yet how can the heart that is reft divine Death''s mystical, measureless charity?
35098	Am I empty and old?
35098	And is my love so weak?
35098	And which, ah, Heaven, which is best-- The little lute for every mood, Or, shrinking coldly from life''s test, The heights and depths of solitude?
35098	Butterflies daintily poise and disclose, Whence is this secret of color you bear?
35098	By a scimitar Of flashing wit suspended o''er your head, Oh, my Beloved?
35098	Can you endure the slow- stepped, dreamy hours That fall, indifferent, to gold and red?
35098	Crush them, Beloved, drink the lethe deep; Song being dead, what else is left but sleep?
35098	For you and me, Beloved, crowned with Spring, Catching Love''s flowers from off the lap of Time, What are the songs my voice has scorned to sing?
35098	Have I dreamed of the roaring rhyme, A storm through the trees?
35098	Have I finished with snow and sun, With the wind on the open plain, That I starve in the barren town-- Is my life in vain?
35098	Have you the key that opens to green arches Where trees repeat their prayers in monotone?
35098	II_ The Wanderer_ Have I finished my life, am I done?
35098	Is my heart- blood thin and cold, That I gnaw the bones of the town?
35098	Or by a scarlet thread Jealousy''s wiles, beguile by scorn and dread?
35098	Or with lips rose- red Lure you to Lethe?
35098	Prayers of the sun and the moon, Prayers for the sky and the nest, All must reach haven so soon-- Which shall reach rest?
35098	Shall I stand afar, Pale and remote and distant as a star, Challenging love?
35098	The golden apples and the emerald trees, The flower- sweet maidens, dancing in the breeze-- Holds Love a blossom with such fruits as these?
35098	The running river of expediency Has drowned the hopes that Fortune held in fee-- Why fall upon the track so many climb?
35098	VII_ To- Morrow_ To- morrow and to- morrow-- shall there be Perchance a morrow when I may not see Your face beside me any more?
35098	Was there a cause that, ceaselessly turning, flying, Drew you from night?
35098	We who have stood in the shadow-- How may we die for her sake?
35098	What need of birds when hearts sing clear, From dusk of day to dawn?
35098	What of the stars of Hades?
35098	What shall I give?
35098	Who''d cry the heat of summer skies, The bare, despairing sun, The languid flowers, with closing eyes, The earth''s fair wooing done?
35098	Why is it not enough?
35098	Why strive to speak what all the earth has heard?
35098	XII_ With Music_ Dear, did we meet in some dim yesterday?
35098	XL_ Tranquillity_ Do you respect the heavy- lidded flowers That nod so drowsily upon their bed?
35098	XVI_ The Message_ When one has heard the message of the Rose, For what faint other calling shall he care?
35098	XXI_ Eadem Semper_ How shall I hold you?
35098	X_ Good- Bye Sorrow_ Day that began with a tear, Will you end with a sigh?
35098	Yet if I came to you who heed no more My name upon the wind?
35098	can it mean The body lives when stricken spirit dies?
12696	But tell me, dear, before you go Unto your daily work, Shall I use Ivory soap on him, Or Colgate, Pears''or Kirk?
12696	But what of those who scold at us When we would read in bed? 12696 Fish should swim twice,"they used to say-- Once in their native vapid brine, And then a better way-- You understand?
12696	_ And is it the mighty king I shall see Come riding into the night? 12696 _ Oh, is it the king that rides this way-- Oh, is it the king that rides so free?
12696	), Or make the round of Scotland Yard With our lamented Melville?
12696	And do you bring that grace of spring That filleth my heart with song?
12696	And what of those who''ve dusted not Our motley pride and boast?
12696	And what''s become of Lizzie Crum and Anastasia Snell, And of Roxie Root who''tended school in Boston for a spell?
12696	And what''s become of Noble Pratt whose father kept the mill?
12696	And where have you been so long?
12696	As forth he pours the new made wine, What blessing asks the lyric poet-- What boon implores in this fair shrine Of one full likely to bestow it?
12696	Did you forget, my fair soubrette, Those suppers in the Cafe Rector-- The cozy nook where we partook Of sweeter draughts than fabled nectar?
12696	For, with my arms about him my music in his eare, What angell songe of paradize soever sholde I feare?
12696	Forth to the rescue of those maids Rushed gallant Willie Clow; His panties they were white and clean-- Where are those panties now?
12696	If I were Francois Villon and Francois Villon I, What would it matter to me how the time might drag or fly?
12696	If you were I, and if I were you, What would we keep our money in?
12696	In a downtown bank of British steel, Or an at- home bank of McKinley tin?
12696	In asking one this question:"What did you buy it for?"
12696	My playmates-- where are they?
12696	Nay, why discuss this summer heat, Of which vain people tell?
12696	O trees, and hills, and brooks, and lanes, and meadows, do you know Where I shall find my little friends of forty years ago?
12696	Of all the gracious gifts of Spring, Is there another can safely surpass This delicate, voluptuous thing-- This dapple- green, plump- shouldered bass?
12696	Oh, sinner, on this end''tis meet That thou shouldst ponder well, For what, oh, what, is worldly heat Unto the heat of hell?
12696	Or wuz you that John Smith I knew out yonder in the West-- That part of our republic I shall always love the best?
12696	Or, wanting victuals, make a fuss If we buy books, instead?
12696	Shall I make answer?
12696	Shall paltry leagues of foaming brine True heart from true hearts sever?
12696	Shall the wealth that outspringeth from thee by the hand of the alien be squandered?
12696	Shall they profane that sacred spot?"
12696	Surely, these graceful, tender songs( In samite garb with lots of gilt on) Are more to you than those dull tome?
12696	What has become of Ezra Marsh who lived on Baker''s hill?
12696	What has become of Levi and his little brother Joe Who lived next door to where we lived some forty years ago?
12696	Where is the nicely laundered shirt That Kendall Evans wore, And Robbie James''tricot coat All buttoned up before?
12696	With such a volume for my wife, How should I keep and con?
12696	Wuz you him that went prospectin''in the spring of sixty- nine In the Red Hoss mountain country for the Gosh- All- Hemlock Mine?
12696	You ask what means this grand display, This festive throng and goodly diet?
12696	You gone, what would become of me, Your shadow, O beloved Maecenas?
12696	You know the fate that overtook him?
12696	_ Meliboeus_-- Tell me, good gossip, I pray, what led you to visit the city?
12696	_ Tityrus_-- Meliboeus, what else could I do?
12696	shall I see the horde of invaders oppress thee?
12696	shall another in conquest possess thee-- Another demolish in scorn the fields and the groves where I''ve wandered?
12696	such pleasant noise?
16265	How did you rest, last night?
16265	-- Er"ef Steve''s city- friend haint jes''A_ lee_tle kindo''-sorto''"-- Er"wears them- air blame eye- glasses Jes''cause he had n''t ort to?"
16265	Am I never to see them romp back to their places, Where over the meadow, In sunshine and shadow, The meadow- larks trill, and the bumblebees drone?
16265	And so I pray, on Jedgment Day To wake, and with its light See_ his_ face dawn, and hear him say--"How did you rest, last night?"
16265	And what do you see when lost in dreams, Little Boy,''way in there?
16265	And, in all forgetful ways, Shall we sit apart and wait-- In the evening of our days?
16265	As punctchul- like as morning dast To ever heave in sight Gran''pap''ud allus haf to ast--"How did you rest, last night?"
16265	Ca n''t you forget for a while The arguments prosy and drear,-- To lean at full- length in indefinite rest In the lap of the greenery here?
16265	Ca n''t you forget you''re a Judge And put by your dolorous frown And tan your wan face in the smile of a friend-- Ca n''t you arrange to come down?
16265	Ca n''t you forget you''re a Judge And put by your dolorous frown And tan your wan face in the smile of a friend-- Ca n''t you arrange to come down?
16265	Ca n''t you kick over"the Bench,"And"husk"yourself out of your gown To dangle your legs where the fishing is good-- Ca n''t you arrange to come down?
16265	For your fair sake I could forget The bonds of life that chafe and fret, Nor care if death were false or true.-- What could I not forget for you?
16265	Have the breezes of time blown their blossomy faces Forever adrift down the years that are flown?
16265	I could forget, for your dear sake, The utter emptiness and ache Of every loss I ever knew.-- What could I not forget for you?
16265	II Shall the hand that holds your own Till the twain are thrilled as now, Be withheld, or colder grown?
16265	O blooms of May, And summer roses-- where- away?
16265	O who will tell me of Love?
16265	Pick between peasant and king,-- Poke your bald head through a crown Or shadow it here with the laurels of Spring!-- Ca n''t you arrange to come down?
16265	Shall my kiss upon your brow Falter from its high estate?
16265	Stiflest?
16265	Tell us-- tell us-- where are they?
16265	There bide the true friends-- The first and the best; There clings the green grass Close where they rest: Would they were here?
16265	To fill your pockets, but leave the dearth Of all the happier things on earth To the hunger of heart and brain?
16265	What canopied king might not covet the joy?
16265	What could I not forget?
16265	Where are they?
16265	Where never the weary eyes are wet, And never a sob in the balmy air, And only the laugh of the paroquette Breaks the sleep of the silence there?
16265	You think them"out of reach,"your dead?
16265	[ Illustration]"HOW DID YOU REST, LAST NIGHT?"
16265	[ Illustration]"OUT OF REACH?"
16265	did it prove your worth To yield you the office you still maintain?
16265	what?
16265	where?
16265	where?
312	And you?
312	I? 312 Shelley?
312	-- What do you suppose?
312	An old trick?
312	And I began to think... Ah, well, What matter how I slipped and fell?
312	And after?...
312	And sank to death and cowardice?
312	And there were no more pains.... Was it not better so to lie?
312	But men like you we feast at any price-- A plum perhaps?
312	Come, canst thou sing?
312	Do the bees Still moan among the low sweet purple clover, Endlessly many?
312	Do the lush grasses hold, Greenly and glad, That brittle- perfect gold She alone had?
312	Fiends, do you not know that she is dead?...
312	Gold bezants, ten and ten?
312	Green emeralds, glittering like the eyes of beasts?
312	Hair that strayed elfinly, Lips red as haws, You, with the ready lie, Was that the cause?
312	Hard, regal diamonds, like kingly feasts?
312	I dreamed I... AM I... wounded?
312	I said,"Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base?
312	Is he there or is it intenser shadow?
312	It does not hear-- that shadow crouched in the corner... Is it a shadow?
312	Lapis?
312	Like this, like this?...
312	Lucrezia here?
312	Poisonous opals, good to madden men?
312	Rippled with lines that float like women''s curls, Neck like a girl''s, Fierce- glowing as a chalice in the Mass?
312	Rubies, then?
312	Shall pearls roll out, lustrous and white and wan?
312	Shelley plain?
312	Shelley?
312	So the Eastern fisherman Saw the swart genie rise when the lead seal, Scribbled with charms, was lifted from the jar; And-- well, how went the tale?
312	Some wine?
312	The General Public"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?"
312	The end?
312	Unheard- of stones that make the sick mind reel With wonder of their beauty?
312	WAS THAT CRIMSON-- EARTH?
312	Was this his room?
312	What, you look pale?
312	Whispered and shouted, sneered and laughed, Screamed out until my brain was daft.... One snaky word,"WHAT IF YOU''D DONE IT?"
312	Who comes?
312	Why, what''s the matter?
312	Would it mend If I shrank back before the end?
312	Yea?
312	You feel giddy?
312	You hear, Father?
312	You like the Venice glass?
312	You''re ready for the ball?
312	Your goblet''s empty?
312	carnelian?
312	he said,"I''ll show you all we''ve got now-- it was size You wanted?
17119	I ask no ampler skies than those 45 His magic music rears above me, No falser friends, no truer foes,-- And does not Doña Clara love me? 17119 These buttercups shall brim with wine 5 Beyond all Lesbian juice or Massic; May not New England be divine?
17119	What boot your many- volumed gains, Those withered leaves forever turning, To win, at best, for all your pains, A nature mummy- wrapt in learning? 17119 120 Why, hain''t I held''em on my knee? 17119 20 Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,Father, who makes it snow?"
17119	25 Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shall stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land?
17119	25 Who is it hath not strength to stand alone?
17119	375 How could poet ever tower, If his passions, hopes, and fears, If his triumphs and his tears, Kept not measure with his people?
17119	420 What were our lives without thee?
17119	50 And are these tears?
17119	And what is so rare as a day in June?
17119	But is there hope to save Even this ethereal essence from the grave?
17119	But why do I not say that I have done something?
17119	But why do I send you this description,--like the bones of a chicken I had picked?
17119	Did n''t I love to see''em growin'', Three likely lads ez wal could be, Hahnsome an''brave an''not tu knowin''?
17119	He and his works, like sand, from earth are blown?
17119	Help came but slowly; surely no man yet 5 Put lever to the heavy world with less:[22] What need of help?
17119	Is earth too poor to give us 70 Something to live for here that shall outlive us?
17119	My ode to ripening summer classic?
17119	Once more tug bravely at the peril''s root, Though death came with it?
17119	Or evade the test If right or wrong in this God''s world of ours Be leagued with higher powers?
17119	Our slender life runs rippling by, and glides Into the silent hollow of the past; What is there that abides To make the next age better for the last?
17119	Shall we to more continuance make pretence?
17119	Some more substantial boon Than such as flows and ebbs with Fortune''s fickle moon?
17119	To him who, deadly hurt, agen Flashed on afore the charge''s thunder, Tippin''with fire the bolt of men 135 Thet rived the Rebel line asunder?
17119	Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth Rock sublime?
17119	V. Whither leads the path To ampler fates that leads?
17119	Wait a little: do_ we_ not wait?
17119	Was dying all they had the skill to do?
17119	What all our lives to save thee?
17119	What brings us thronging these high rites to pay, And seal these hours the noblest of our year, 230 Save that our brothers found this better way?
17119	What need To know that truth whose knowledge can not save?
17119	What now were best?
17119	What wonder if Sir Launfal now Remembered the keeping of his vow?
17119	Where''s Peace?
17119	Who dare again to say we trace Our lines to a plebeian race?
17119	Who is it thwarts and bilks the inward MUST?
17119	Who is it will not dare himself to trust?
17119	Who now shall sneer?
17119	Why art thou made a god of, thou poor type Of anger, and revenge, and cunning force?
17119	shall one monk, scarce known beyond his cell, Front Rome''s far- reaching bolts, and scorn her frown?
37999	Fickle,you say?
37999	A Confederate officer rode up and asked,"Have those men in there got arms?"
37999	A POET''S LESSON Poet, my master, come, tell me true, And how are your verses made?
37999	And can it be that laughter ends With absent friends?
37999	And in that realm is there no joy Of comrades and the jocund sense?
37999	And is it thus your knowledge ends, To comfort friends?
37999	But I keep no log of my daily grog, For what''s the use o''being bothered?
37999	Can Death so utterly destroy-- For gladness grant no recompense?
37999	Come, tell me truly, fair- haired youth, Do her eyes flash love, her lips speak truth?
37999	Companion of our nights of mirth, Where all were merry who were wise; Does Death quite understand your worth, And know the value of his prize?
37999	I wonder if the oysters all have names like us, And did he have a name like"John"or"Romulus"?
37999	IX.--HER LOVE Do you love me?
37999	In heavy suits and rubber boots They went to the weather man, And said,"Dear friend, do you intend To change your present plan?"
37999	Or does she beguile With her glance and smile, And burn you, spurn you all day long With a Circe''s art and a Siren''s song?
37999	THE FIVE SENSES Oh, why do men their glasses clink When good old honest wine they drink?
37999	THE OLD CAFÉ You know, Do n''t you, Joe, Those merry evenings long ago?
37999	THE STRANGER- MAN"Now what is that, my daughter dear, upon thy cheek so fair?"
37999	We know, Do n''t we, Joe?
37999	Who dares to drag Or trail it?
37999	You know, Do n''t you, Joe?
37999	You know, Do n''t you, Joe?
37999	You know, Do n''t you, Joe?
37999	has it come to this pass?"
42265	An Inquiry Speak, O speak, my angel fair, Is there sadness everywhere-- Folly where the flower feedeth Rapids where the river leadeth To delight?
42265	And who could walk without thee, friend?
42265	Can there be, Angel of Love Can there be bright homes above-- What is Life-- and when it endeth What is Death-- why it descendeth I implore?
42265	How came this maid upon the isle Within the Hills of Wayne?
42265	Is there, is there anything An eternal joy can bring-- What is real and what but seemeth Like a dream a dreamer dreameth Thru the night?
42265	Tell me, Angel, can it be That thy hand is leading me-- Tell me, are these seraphs singing Up in heaven, gladness bringing Evermore?
42265	When you are down and your friends are few, Who is it comes to comfort you?
42265	When you are sick with fever and pain, Who comes to ease your weary brain?
42265	Who walk dim paths without thy hand?
42265	Why sings she a refrain At the lonely midnight hour On an island dark with trees, Enchanting souls unto her bower By such sweet melodies?
42265	Why sings she sweetly all the while As if to ease her self- denial?
31896	Why and when?
31896	-- Why did he falter with a face as strange As a dark omen?
31896	--"And thou dost choose Aye to be my heart''s defender?"
31896	--"Hast no fear then?"
31896	--"In the splendor Of thy gaze who knows thereof?
31896	And now, what creature Is it, or the wind, stirs near?
31896	Are we blind to her duplicity, the treachery of Spain?
31896	But had been mine since first we met?
31896	Does the sinking sun, Through the dull vast west burst banked with blood?-- Or is it that life will at last have done?...
31896	FOX, JR. You remember how the mist, When we climbed to Devil''s Den, Pearly in the mountain glen, And above us, amethyst, Throbbed or circled?
31896	Flowers are not sweeter than your face is sweet-- What need I more to make my world complete?
31896	For in ourselves, however blend The passions that make heaven and hell, Is evil not accountable For most the good we comprehend?
31896	My lord, Sir Hugh, Spoke, pointing a tower,"That casement, see?
31896	O pansy- violet, Unto your face I set My lips, and-- do you speak?
31896	O woman nature, love that still endures, What strength hath ours that is not born of yours?
31896	Or a bird?
31896	Or have we left our marksmanship at home?
31896	Or is it but some freak Of fancy, love imparts Through you unto the heart''s Desire?
31896	Or was it that your love at last My soul so long had craved, From the sweet sin that held me fast At that last moment saved?
31896	Or what dark part I played in all?
31896	Shall I tell you all?
31896	Shall we, at the cost of honor, still keep peace?
31896	So you are her husband?
31896	Stars are not truer than your soul is true-- What need I more of heaven then than you?
31896	That her young heart was never his?
31896	The fathers of our fathers they were men!-- Had they nursed delay as we do?
31896	The fathers of our fathers they were men!-- What are we who now stand idle while we see our seamen slain?
31896	Then like a child asked simply,"Wilt thou come?...
31896	Then wherefore strive?
31896	To the rights, she scorns, of nations and their laws?
31896	Was it because my soul could tell That, like the poppy- flower, She had no soul?
31896	Was she long?
31896	What shall I say of Margaret To justify her part in this?
31896	Who could help but look with gladness On such beauty?
31896	Why should I speak of what has been?
31896	Why strain and bend Beneath a burden so unjust?
31896	Why will he sing Of nature that drags out her woe Through wind and rain, and sun, and snow, From miserable spring to spring?"
31896	Will you call it sin-- Indifference to a nation''s strife?
31896	Will you lend an ear?
31896	and believed You loved as I did?
31896	did I dream, or men Like Rupert''s own ride near me?
31896	did she come?...
31896	had they sat thus deaf and dumb, With these cowards compromising year by year?
31896	ho!--who bars the mountain- way?
34015	An''de ole''ooman?
34015	Do you see the car anywhere?
34015	Fine ole place?
34015	Going to walk up the street?
34015	How ole?
34015	Live''mons''ous high?
34015	Tell you''bout''em?
34015	Use''ter be rich?
34015	Warn''dyah a son?
34015	What was it?
34015	Who art thou?
34015	Whose son are you?
34015	''T is de very voice an''eyes an''hyah, An''mouf an''smile, on''y yo''ain''so slim-- I wonder whah-- whah is de ole''ooman?
34015	''Twas but a graceful girl That took the hearts for pelf?
34015	A VALENTINE My patron saint, St. Valentine, Why dost thou leave me to repine, Still supplicating at her shrine?
34015	A man''s head once was danced away-- You know how it befell?
34015	And how shall we come to the Harbour- light?
34015	And how shall we pass o''er the Harbour- bar?
34015	But whither went the King?
34015	Can Mortal understand Infinity?
34015	Dat signifies he wuz mons''us po'', Yo''say?--want meat and bread?
34015	How?--IRWIN RUSSELL-- so?
34015	I seys,"Dat''s so; but tell me whar''s Marse Phil?"
34015	Jes''name dat ag''in, seh, please, seh;_ Destricution_''s de word yo''said?
34015	Master, say, has you been dy''ar?
34015	Master, say, has you been dy''ar?
34015	THE CLOSED DOOR Lord, is it Thou who knockest at my door?
34015	THE DANCER FROM ONE WHO KNOWS ONE OF THE MUSES You say the gods and muses all From earth now banished be?
34015	Thy deeds-- thyself-- are what?
34015	Well, he trotted along down de parf dat night, An''de Marster he seen him go, An''hollered,"Say, boy-- say, what''s yer name?"
34015	Whar has you been dis blessed while?
34015	What say, Marster?
34015	What sey, young Marster?
34015	What''s that?
34015	Whence his sharpest arrows fly?
34015	Who from his leafy outpost on the lawns Chimes sleepily his call that all is well?
34015	Who may the mystery solve?
34015	Will you believe that yester- eve I saw Terpsichore?
34015	Wouldst thou know where Love doth bide?
34015	Yo''''s"done come back an''buy de place?
34015	Yo''say, you knows--?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady be?
34015	where can my Lady- love be?
34015	you''s he?
36508	***** WILLIAM A. NORRIS OF TOO MUCH SONG Sedges, have you sung too much, Sedges gray along the shore?
36508	Above the gurgling gutters he heard-- surely-- a door unchained?
36508	And lowlier still he bent his head:"Dost thou, dear friend, not know me yet?"
36508	But will the promise given keep?
36508	Can the heart love still when''tis dead?
36508	Can this autumn tempest touch Answering chords in you no more?
36508	Drawbridge and portcullis screeching, Bugles braying soon and late; Who are they that come beseeching, Calling at my castle gate?
36508	Dwell in a dreamland, or else be Lost in life''s eternity?
36508	Have you deserted me Now in the autumn?
36508	Is the playing over- fast Though the answer now is strong?
36508	Is the summer all forgot?-- Now the ice is dark and strong That has bound you to the spot-- Did you die of too much song?
36508	Like the sedges at the last Will it die of too much song?
36508	Much longer feed on yearning and despair And all the anguish of departed time?
36508	THRENODY Have you forgotten me, O my beloved?
36508	The child is gone, O crimson rose, And stained and hardened are the hands, And who shall find your golden heart And who shall kiss your withered soul?
36508	Then sad, the Master bowed His head, And, through the rosy twilight, dim, Walked up and softly spake to him:"Art thou not he that late was dead?"
36508	We can not tell; And will He answer?
36508	Wert thou not Created the most beautiful of earth, And is not beauty wisdom, wisdom power?
36508	What hast thou done with their almighty gift?"
36508	What if the spirit, waked from sleep, Never recall the words it said?
36508	Who art thou that bendest praying Over me with clasped palms; Dim through surging darkness, saying Words of prayer and murmured psalms?
36508	Who art thou that kneelest weeping By the border of my bed?
36508	Whose was the scream that I heard In the midst of the hurrying air?
36508	Why do I linger now Vainly lamenting?
36508	Why scatter pollen on the air, Marry its pale buds each to each, The year''s unkindly tempests bear, Or to the calm clear sunlight reach?
27297	How many miles?
27297	See how we garland her, The goddess of our hands?
27297	So long a tramp?
27297	( A tea- shop snuggled off the road; Why did I think of that?)
27297	ABNEGATION Christ, dear Christ, were the wood- ways sweet By the long, white highway bare, Where the hot road dust made grey Thy feet?
27297	And now the shadows start and glide; I hear soft, woodland feet; And who are they that deeper bide Where beechen twilights meet?
27297	And thou, the fairest thing In this fair shaman- ring, Shall my sore magic loose thee wandering?
27297	Art is thy boast?
27297	As with a dream they would beguile Their own eternity?
27297	Brother, my Christ, when thou camest down The cup of water to give, Did a poet die on the mount''s cool crown?
27297	But is not Autumn dreamtime of the Spring?
27297	But is she dead?
27297	But what, care- taking soul, hast done with God?
27297	By Gilead road a river runs,( To what unshadowed sea?)
27297	Can God who made this night His own great heart to please, And made that other night like this a year ago, Be mad at us for loving?
27297	Can the fruit Of frenzy be a gracious thing?
27297	Death, O Death, why dost thou flee From one whose wish is but for thee?
27297	Does no one hear in Gilead?
27297	Far stretch the avid spans Of fame- drunk emperies, And all are man''s; But from what tower of praise Does Justice gaze?
27297	Fatefully, Lift the wand that wakes Woman in the flower?
27297	Feel but the frost within the dawn?
27297	Glad petals that unclose About Life''s heart,--at last the perfect Rose?
27297	Has Life such faltering need, Mid outlands where she runs, She can not reach the suns Save thou dost bleed?
27297	Her stintless passioning Lest she should lose The younglet of her dearest pang?
27297	I could have wept,-- But she was passing on, And I but muddled"You''ll accept A penny for a bun?"
27297	If a child should laugh, if a girl should sing, Would the houses rub the vines from their eyes, And listen and live?
27297	Is it not from man Who made that world his own?
27297	LITTLE DAUGHTERS I What is sweeter, sweet, than you?
27297	Must doff the wind- wreath, find thee lone?
27297	Must surge so late with Nature''s spawning ruse?
27297	Now every tree is weary grown, Of singing birds there is not one; All, all the world droops into grey,-- O piper Love, must thou yet play?
27297	O, why should my heart cry to you that will not hear, Yonder where the ridges lie so still above the town?
27297	Of what once blooming joy canst thou find trace Save in the bosom of a cold decay?
27297	Or that he may, o''er- weighed with seasons due, Forget one Spring where veinlet tendrils lace Rose over rose to make this flower, thy face?
27297	Put on meek age''s hood?
27297	Shall I his forgotten hour Strike for thee?
27297	Shall he trampling go Till Beauty''s drenched and lonely eyes Mourn a deserted earth?
27297	Shall not we then be as the flowers, Drinking dew dowers As now thou dost?
27297	Shall she go fleet, With heart of stouter cheer, Because thou givest her Thy little, bruisèd feet?
27297	Shall they yet draw Child- homage from our eyes?
27297	TO MIRIMOND( HER BIRTHDAY, IN DECEMBER) Dost think that Time, to whom stars vainly sue, Will for thy beauty keep one fixèd place?
27297	The woman awe As her own babe?
27297	Thine ages, are they fair?
27297	Thou wilt not come?
27297	Thou wilt not hear?
27297	Thou''dst earn thy Heaven?
27297	Wast thou found singing when Diana drew Her skirts from the first night?
27297	What though the soul be from the body shrunk, And we array the temple, but no god?
27297	What though, the cup of golden greed once drunk, Our dust be laid in a dishonoured sod, While thy loud hosts proclaim the end of wars?
27297	What trancèd beings smile On things I may not see?
27297	What violet of Summer''s yester sway Usurps these clouds to throne her slender moon?
27297	Where will the halting be?
27297	Who could smell the white azalea thinking then of sin, Or look on laurel buds a- caring for her pains?
27297	Who knows but thou hast won the steep By silent, angel way, Hidden and heavenly, That leaves no trace of thorn?
27297	Why shouldst thou laden bow, And climb, and slip, and toil, And blanch thy cheek to keep thy soul as white, Inviolate as now?
27297	Will one, not one turn back?
27297	Wrap courage in a swaddling mood?
27297	Yea, yea, but where Is Truth, save by whose breath Art is a laurelled death?
27297	Youth of the lance, youth of the lyre, How far, how far shalt go?
2294	Say, Joe,I said,"who is that girl With beauty''s smiling charm, That lives beyond that hemlock growth, On that old grown- up farm?"
2294	Who are you looking for?
2294	( Shepherds) Waken, Shepherds, waken; Whence this glowing light?
2294	AGE Why did I build my cottage on a hill Facing the sea?
2294	Beside the good King Arthur( How high is your desire?)
2294	Blue sky, art glad of us?
2294	But later, walking homeward, Repeating:"Is it true?"
2294	CAROLYN HILLMAN MEMPHIS WHY should I sing of my present?
2294	Can amaranth and asphodel Bring merrier laughter to your eyes?
2294	Chipmunk chatt''ring in the beech, rabbit in the brake?
2294	EDWARD J. O''BRIEN IN MEMORIAM: FRANCIS LEDWIDGE( Killed in action, July 31, 1917) SOLDIER and singer of Erin, What may I fashion for thee?
2294	G. O. WARREN COMRADES WHERE are the friends that I knew in my Maying, In the days of my youth, in the first of my roaming?
2294	GRACE HAZARD CONKLING DANDELION LITTLE soldier with the golden helmet, O What are you guarding on my lawn?
2294	Green wood, art glad of us?
2294	Is it only sky- music, earth- music low?
2294	MARY GERTRUDE HAMILTON HYMNS AND ANTHEMS SUNG AT WELLESLEY COLLEGE I MOUNT CARMEL WHERE art Thou, O my Lord?
2294	O thou cold small pipe, which way is fled that Satyr''s bairn?
2294	Old hard- heart mountain, dost thou hear me, how I blow?
2294	Once long ago your tale was new, Days distant yet so dear; Why say her lover still is true, When that is all her fear?
2294	Ought Christ not to have suffered these things and to enter into His Glory?
2294	Pleasant are thy smooth horns: if their like were on my brow Might I not abide here, till the strong sun fail?
2294	That in reality I''m one With you, through all eternity?
2294	That thus ye rest, in sweet wood- hardiness, Ready to learn of all and utter naught?
2294	Then gazed she down some wilder, darker hour, And said, when Mary questioned, knowing not,"Who art thou, mother of so sweet a flower?"
2294	Then why am I a rebel To laws of rule and square?
2294	Then why are Thor and Wotan To dread forces still?
2294	Then why do patches please me, Fantastic, wild array?
2294	WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON THE FAREWELL WHAT is more beautiful Than thought, soul- fed, That I may be the crimson of a rose When dead?
2294	Was that a dream, these murmured words?
2294	We know an angel( snob or fool?)
2294	What are patterns for?
2294	What breath may move ye, or what breeze invite To odorous hot lendings of the heart?
2294	What garland of words or of flowers?
2294	What is the solace of these hills and vales That rise and fall?
2294	What is there glorious in the greenwood glen, Or twittering thrush or wing of darting wren?
2294	What of her by the Western Sea, Born and bred as the child of Duty, Sternest of them all?
2294	What proof have you that you hold me?
2294	What proof when all is said and done?
2294	What!--open- eyed, my dears?
2294	Where art Thou, O my Lord?
2294	Who that hath felt it shall ever forget When the breath of life with a throb turns human, And a lad''s heart is to a lad''s heart set?
2294	Why did you Finnian''s Psalter take And secretly a copy make?
2294	Why does my heart go questing For Pan beyond the hill?
2294	Why is thy apparel crimson, Why is all thy garments''pride Stained as in the time of vintage And with blood- red- color dyed?
2294	Why should I sing of my present?
2294	Why thus recall another''s pain, Her tender heart to fret?
2294	Why would I dream and dally, Or, reckless, do and dare?
2294	Wind, wind, wind, dost thou mind me how I pipe, Now?
2294	You think my life is quiet?
2294	You with your green gun And your yellow beard, Why do you stand so stiff?
17948	Have ye founded your throne and altars, then, On the bodies and souls of living men? 17948 The soul partakes the season''s youth... What wonder if Sir Launfal now Remembered the keeping of his vow?"
17948	You want to see my Pa, I s''pose?
17948	25 Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land?
17948	262. Who now shall sneer?
17948	350 What all our lives to save thee?
17948	And think ye that building shall endure, Which shelters the noble and crushes the poor?"
17948	And what is so rare as a day in June?
17948	And yet, are chipmunks seen up in walnut trees?
17948	Can Summer fill the icy cup, Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter''s?
17948	Compare the following lines from the poem_ Freedom_, written the same year:"Are we, then, wholly fallen?
17948	Did n''t I love to see''em growin'', Three likely lads ez wal could be, Hahnsome an''brave an''not tu knowin''?
17948	Did the poet have in mind the spiritual armor described in_ Ephesians_ vi, 11- 17?
17948	Do these lines introduce the"theme"that the musing organist has finally found in dreamland, or the symbolic illustration of his theme?
17948	Does the picture of Sir Launfal in these two stanzas belong in the Prelude or in the story in Part Second?
17948	Half- virtues: Is Lowell disparaging the virtues of peace and home in comparison with the heroic virtues of war?
17948	How could poet ever tower, If his passions, hopes, and fears, 310 If his triumphs and his tears, Kept not measure with his people?
17948	I come designin''""To see my Ma?
17948	IX Who now shall sneer?
17948	Is Lowell expressing here his own convictions about ideal democracy?
17948	Is the transition here from the prelude to the story abrupt, or do the preceding lines lead up to it appropriately?
17948	It really is a landscape poem, of which the lovely passage,''And what is so rare as a day in June?''
17948	Just why does Sir Launfal now remember his vow?
17948	Leper: Why did the poet make the crouching beggar a leper?
17948	Or are these"half- virtues"contrasted with the loftier virtue, the devotion to Truth?
17948	Shaggy: Is this term applicable to Sir Launfal''s present condition, or is the whole simile carried a little beyond the point of true likeness?
17948	Summers: What is gained by the use of this word instead of winters?
17948	Temple of God:"Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the spirit of God dwelleth in you?"
17948	The Earth has drunk the vintage up; What boots it patch the goblet''s splinters?
17948	This gift to the leper differs how from the gift in Part First?
17948	To him who, deadly hurt, agen Flashed on afore the charge''s thunder, Tippin''with fire the bolt of men Thet rived the Rebel line asunder?"
17948	To what can I liken her smiling Upon me, her kneeling lover?
17948	Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make Plymouth Rock sublime?
17948	Under what circumstances did the"vision"come to Sir Launfal?
17948	V Whither leads the path 105 To ampler fates that leads?
17948	Was it otherwise an improvement?
17948	Was the change an improvement?
17948	What brings us thronging these high rites to pay, And seal these hours the noblest of our year, 220 Save that our brothers found this better way?
17948	What connection have the preludes in the_ Vision of Sir Launfal_ with the main divisions which they precede?
17948	What is their part in the poem as a whole?
17948	What was the effect upon him?
17948	What was the vision?
17948	What were our lives without thee?
17948	What wonder if Sir Launfal now Remembered the keeping of his vow?
17948	Who dare again to say we trace Our lines to a plebeian race?
17948	Why did Lowell''s refining taste strike out"the"?
17948	Without avail: Was Sir Launfal''s long quest entirely without avail?
37371	2 As a novice who muses,-- Lips a rosary tell, While her thoughts are-- a love she refuses?
37371	2 Tell me, piper, have I ever Heard thy hollow syrinx quiver Trickling music in the trees?
37371	A Dead Lily_, 92 My Suit, 94 The Family Burying- Ground, 96 The Water- Maid, 98 The Sea- King, 100 Where and What?
37371	And why this heart- ache?
37371	Can you hear me?
37371	For that the pistons of my blood No more in this machinery thud?
37371	II What is the magic sweet Which makes hot pulses beat, A wayward tongue repeat A name for weeks, a name for weeks Will, nill he?
37371	III How can I help from loving, dear, Since love is of the sweetened year?
37371	III What is the witchery rare Which snares me in her hair So deeply that I dare, I dare not move, I dare not move,-- Lie stilly?
37371	WHERE AND WHAT?
37371	WHY?
37371	What art thou, whose presence, even While its fear the heart hath riven, Heals it with a prayer?
37371	What else then but to sleep And cease from such; Dream of her and to leap At her white touch?
37371	Where dark hazel copses shiver, Have I heard its dronings sever The warm silence, or the bees?
37371	Why are dead faces lovelier vanished?
37371	Why are dead kisses dearer when they''re dead?
37371	Why is strong love the stronger after pain?
37371	Why sings the wild swan heavenliest when it dies?
37371	Why smile high stars the happier after rain?
37371	Why spake the dumb lips sweetest that we prize For maddening memories?
37371	and he?"
37371	and mine!-- What is it then?
37371	had I not a book and the logs?
37371	of many faces, Who art ruler yet?
37371	what is such and such, Love, canst thou tell?
19109	Engaged to what?--an Esquimau? 19109 Is It April?"
19109	Is it a blessing in disguise?
19109	Why, do n''t you know--her color glowed, In expectation all agog--"The reason why I''m glad it snowed?
19109	Why, one would think so, by your dress-- Say, does your mother know you''re out?
19109	Ah, yes; why not?
19109	And does the Lord of all become High Priest, And with his presence grace the wedding- feast?
19109	And even pious_ devotées_ Whom sacred walls immure Condemned me( as by feeble praise)-- What more could I endure?
19109	And shall these friends, that so invite The study of the erudite, Ever as he beholds them now Perish like sparks of light?
19109	And who shall doubt that this is why In womanhood''s florescent prime She passed the portals of the sky?
19109	Buffets and gyves from your effete Old monarchy dilapidate, Or freedom''s laurels for thy brow?
19109	But down the street we dread to walk, For all the teachings of our youth Receive an agonizing shock;_ Do_ tempting labels lie, forsooth?
19109	But of the oak long- perished, why Is earth forever full?
19109	Could she foresee, who from the stem Had plucked that little spray Of flowers, that he would cherish them Unto his dying day?
19109	Devoid of metre, sense, and tune, Who but a Puritanic loon Could have devised the thing?
19109	Did not great Paul aver, in lucid spell, That they of conjugal intent"do well"?
19109	Do seraphs know-- God does-- how wide And deep is sorrow''s bitter tide Of dolor and despair, And darkness everywhere?
19109	Embodiment of truth,_ who is_ The belle of Baltimore?"
19109	How strange the spell that mystified Us all, and hushed our wonted glee, As sadly her sweet voice replied,"Why, do n''t you know I can not see?"
19109	Is Hymen then ambassador divine, His mission, matrimonial and benign, The heart to counsel, ardor to incite, Convert the nun, rebuke the eremite?
19109	Is it to be in fashion, and to others prove One''s social standing, that impels the madness of The tramp abroad?
19109	November?
19109	Of sighs, and tears, and joys denied Do echoes reach up there?
19109	Or some apothecary''s compound vile Polluted thee so many a murky mile?
19109	Shall e''er Connecticut forget What unto it we owe-- How Wadsworth coped with Andros''threat, And tyranny, in council met, Outwitted years ago?
19109	Spring''s wealth of bloom And richness of perfume Comes as by miracle; Then why not possible Within a curtained room?
19109	To ride a glacier, or a floe?"
19109	What could it be?
19109	What is it prompts the roving mania-- is it love Of wild adventure fanciful, unique, and odd?
19109	What of that apple beyond the seas, Fruit of the famed Hesperides?
19109	What touch is like the Spring''s?
19109	Where are the hopes I cherished, The joys that once I knew, The dreams, the aspirations?
19109	Who dares to fling opprobrium On January now?
19109	Why flutter round in pretty pique To follow style''s capricious freak, To match_ pongee_ or_ moire antique_, And break your peace in hopeless pieces?
19109	Why not, proud State, beneficence insure, Selling thy soil or giving to the poor?
19109	Why prate of social status, class, or rank when earth Is common tenting- ground, the heritage of all mankind?
19109	Why, don''yo''know''Big Sam''?
19109	nevermore to see Her lovely form within the gate Where heart and hearthstone desolate And vine and shrub and tree Seem asking:"Where is she?"
19109	ringing out, Chief of the Antilles, what wilt thou?
19109	what means thy muddy, muggy hue?
10460	And all this time where was the boy?
10460	Just what we had to have,says he,"an''I''m supposed to pay the tolls; Nine dollars an''a half for-- say, what the deuce are camisoles?
10460	What do you make of it all?
10460	What is it that you own?
10460	Where''s Mamma?
10460	Why, what''s the matter now?
10460	A Boy and His Stomach What''s the matter with you-- ain''t I always been your friend?
10460	A Father''s Wish What do I want my boy to be?
10460	Ai n''t I been a pardner to you?
10460	All my pennies do n''t I spend In gettin''nice things for you?
10460	An''Pa looked up an''said:"My dear, A dinner set?
10460	An''how wuz I ever on earth to tell''At the pretty flower which I stooped to smell In our backyard wuz the very one Which a bee wuz busily working on?
10460	And I pray as time shall flow, And the long years come and go, That he''ll always want to know"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	And it often seems to me, As I hear his anxious plea, That no sweeter phrase can be:"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	And why should Mother, day and night, Make you her source of all delight, And always find in your caress Her greatest sum of happiness?
10460	But, say, am I still good enough?"
10460	Ca n''t be happy till he knows:"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Comes in flying from the street;"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Contradictin''Joe Heard of Contradictin''Joe?
10460	Do n''t I give you lots of cake?
10460	Do n''t you see the messy way That he''s eating?"
10460	Does n''t want to say hello, Home from school or play he''ll go Straight to what he wants to know:"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Foolish?
10460	Friend or stranger thus he''ll greet:"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Homely?
10460	How Do You Buy Your Money?
10460	How do you buy your money?
10460	How do you buy your money?
10460	I paused a little while to think About this older age of ink-- What follows this great step, thought I, What next shall come as the time goes by?
10460	I''ve been a friend to you, I have, why ai n''t you a friend o''mine?
10460	Is his first thought at the door-- She''s the one he''s looking for, And he questions o''er and o''er,"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Like to hear it day by day;"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Loveliest phrase that lips can say:"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Many times a day he''ll shout,"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Oh, Ouija, tell me, tell me true, are we to buy another car, An''will we get it very soon?"
10460	Oh, what Is to become his future lot?
10460	Oh, what if the cup be bitter and what if we''re racked with pain?
10460	Say, could n''t we have got along without this bunch of Billie Burkes?"
10460	Say, stummick, what''s the matter, that you had to go an''ache?
10460	Say, what d''you think?
10460	Say, what''s the matter with you-- ain''t you satisfied at all?
10460	Seems afraid that she''s gone out;"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Since other little girls are gay And laugh and sing and romp in play, And all are beautiful to see, Why should you mean so much to me?
10460	So he begs us to disclose"Where''s Mamma?"
10460	Statesman or writer, poet, sage Or toiler for a weekly wage, Artist or artisan?
10460	That''s thrill enough for my blood, I say, So why should I care if they get away?
10460	The church has serious work to do, The lodge and club has need of workers, They ask for just an hour or two-- Surely I will not join the shirkers?
10460	What Is Success?
10460	What has my neighbor excelling this: A good wife''s love and a baby''s kiss?
10460	What if his chimneys tower higher?
10460	What if his silver and gold are more?
10460	What''s funny about it, I''d like to know?
10460	What''s happened to the one we''ve got?"
10460	What''s he doing anyhow?"
10460	What''s the use of riches If they never let you play?"
10460	Which is happier, man or boy?
11059	Ah, what can he do,said the languishing maid,"Ah, what with that frame can he do?"
11059	And shall I then expect a smile From Daphne on my love, When every word and look the while My clownish weakness prove? 11059 Must I hang on these walls to be dried?"
11059	Or what is wit?
11059	Prithee, love,said the monster,"what mean these alarms?"
11059	''Has Truth no charms?''
11059	-- I thus by implication show''d That mine were wrought in better mode; And talking thus superiors down, Obliquely raise my own renown?
11059	Ah, what have I to Lucy done To cause me so much stir?
11059	And I, exclaim''d a fourth, would ask What think they of the Critick''s task?
11059	And canst thou hope from me to screen Thy foolish heart, and o''er it spread A veil to cheat th''omniscient dead?
11059	And me inform, another said, What think they of a Buck that''s dead?
11059	And shall the glutton worm defile This spotless tenement of love, That like a playful infant''s smile Seem''d born of purest light above?
11059	And what is that?
11059	And what''s the next?
11059	And who their lot would hapless deem Those lovely, speaking lips to view; That light between like rays that beam Through sister clouds of rosy hue?
11059	At which, forth stalking from the host, Before them stood the Hero''s Ghost-- Was that, said he, my earthly form, The Genius of the battle- storm?
11059	But dost thou, reckless of stern honour''s laws, Intemperate hunger for the World''s applause?
11059	But who is_ he_, that sweet obliging youth?
11059	But who shall cast an introverted eye Upon himself, that will not there descry A conscious life that shall, nor can not die?
11059	But why make Daniel paralytick?
11059	Can such blaspheme and breathe the vital air?
11059	Have they discerned that, being dull, I knock''d my wit from watchmen''s skull?
11059	If thus howe''er, you seal his doom, What hope have I unknown to Rome?
11059	Is it that life for art is short?
11059	Is it then surprising, that in the hands of such a triumvirate the art should be degraded to an imposture, to the trick of a juggler?
11059	Or consequence of Pride, or Sloth; Or rather the effect of both?
11059	Or is it nature''s cruel sport?
11059	Or would she thus a moral teach; That man should see, but never reach, The height of excellence, and show The vanity of works below?
11059	Perceive they now our shallow arts; That merely from the want of parts To write ourselves, we gravely taught How books by others should be wrought?
11059	Say, whence, obedient, to their destin''d end The various tribes of living nature tend?
11059	The Two Painters:_ A Tale._ Say why in every work of man Some imperfection mars the plan?
11059	The beasts that listening stand around, Do well declare the force of sound: But why the fiction thus reverse, And make the power of song a curse?
11059	Then what is Genius?
11059	What news?
11059	Whether, as when in life I flourish''d, They still by puffs of fame are nourish''d?
11059	Who next appears thus stalking by his side?
11059	Why join''d in every human art A perfect and imperfect part?
11059	Why, how is this?
11059	[ 3]"Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?"
11059	[ 4] Pray what is this?
11059	cried she, who art thou?"
11059	exclaim''d the twain; Where are the_ pictures_, sir?
11059	inquir''d another.-- That, sir, is Cupid and his Mother.-- What, Venus?
11059	what hope have I of fame, Who am, as Nature made me, still the same?
11059	what thy wond''rous light?
11059	what wild sound is on the breeze?
39032	CANST tell me, thou inconstant heart, What like unto thou art?
39032	Can you give me more than the grave shuts in, Or the years can bear away?
39032	Canst thou the maiden Dawn''s light footsteps hear, Approaching near?
39032	Could it have been those long- lost halcyon days Trailed not a cloud across our April sky?
39032	Could she feel in her narrow bed, Wee, cold hands, as they groped about-- Feel the tears that were dropped because Even her grave had left him out?
39032	DO you know why Time flies by so slow When we are sad and old?
39032	Faltered we not along those untried ways?
39032	Grew we not weary as the days went by?
39032	HOW can we know when youth is gone,-- When age has surely come at last?
39032	Heart, dost thou hear not in those pauses fall A still, small voice that speaks to thee of peace?
39032	How canst thou know when, weary with his race, The Day turns back, his pathway to retrace?
39032	If I fight in the fray and win?
39032	If I may share A hearth in heaven with thee?
39032	If I run in the race and win?
39032	Is it her robe''s soft fluttering That gently fans the passer by?
39032	More than you gave those kings, who lay Ages past in forgotten clay?
39032	Or dost thou stand in converse with the skies, And know what time she leaves her hiding- place By joyful flashes of their starry eyes?
39032	The broad earth''s pillow is so soft To weary heads, and who can tell But through that sleep sound lullabies Of the white angel, Israfel?
39032	Unless I deeper plow and sow, What sheaf, then, can I bring?
39032	What more with life and love hast thou to do, Ophelia?
39032	What more?
39032	Who could know of the shame and sin Safely under the sod concealed?
39032	Who knows what things shall pass?
39032	Who should hinder the ruthless hand, Who protect from a vagrant''s tread?
39032	Why he turns and waits as if loath to go On his journey cold?
39032	Why should we flee So soon to alien hearts and stranger scenes?
39032	Yet could he help it,--his mother gone,-- Help the weight of his father''s shame?
4399	After all''s said and after all''s done, What should I be but a harlot and a nun?
4399	And everywhere I stepped there was a baby or a cat;( Lord God in Heaven, will it never be dawn?)
4399	And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall?
4399	And what should be my singing, that was christened at an altar, But Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter?
4399	And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog, That was got beneath a furze- bush and born in a bog?
4399	But he caught the quaint Italian quip she flung him from the gutter;( What can there be to cry about that I should lie and cry?)
4399	He walked like a king through the filth and the clutter,( Sweet to meet upon the street, why did you glance me by?)
4399	I know a man that''s a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind?
4399	I loved you Wednesday,--yes-- but what Is that to me?
4399	Macdougal Street As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,( Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
4399	Now it may be, the flower for me Is this beneath my nose; How shall I tell, unless I smell The Carthaginian rose?
4399	Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water, What should I be but the fiend''s god- daughter?
4399	The Philosopher And what are you that, wanting you I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake?
4399	The Singing- Woman from the Wood''s Edge What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?
4399	Thursday And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you?
4399	To the Not Impossible Him How shall I know, unless I go To Cairo and Cathay, Whether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way?
4399	What with hedges and ditches till after I was grown, And yanked both ways by my mother and my father, With a"Which would you better?"
4399	What''s in a name?
4399	With him for a sire and her for a dam, What should I be but just what I am?
4399	Yet women''s ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,-- And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?
4399	and a"Which would you rather?"
442	O Soul,I said,"have you no tears?
442	April Song Willow, in your April gown Delicate and gleaming, Do you mind in years gone by All my dreaming?
442	Debt What do I owe to you Who loved me deep and long?
442	Have you been hard at work And are you tired to- night?
442	Look at the lake-- Do you remember how we watched the swans That night in late October while they slept?
442	O beauty, are you not enough?
442	O, beauty, are you not enough?
442	Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song-- But how can I give silence, My whole life long?
442	Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me?
442	Old love, old love, How can I be true?
442	See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street-- Why ca n''t you lift the chain and give it to me, A necklace for my throat?
442	Shall I be faithless to myself Or to you?
442	The Wind A wind is blowing over my soul, I hear it cry the whole night through-- Is there no peace for me on earth Except with you?
442	To- night what girl Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair This year''s blossoms, clinging in its coils?
442	Was not the body dear to you?"
442	Why am I crying after love, With youth, a singing voice, and eyes To take earth''s wonder with surprise?
442	Why am I crying after love?
36831	... And George Eliot?
36831	... After an evening out, who can know?
36831	... Is there any one who has heard?
36831	... What is it crawls from the kiss- thickened, Freudian darkness, Amorous, catlike... Ah, can it be a cat?
36831	A BALLAD OF THE BIRD DANCE OF PIERRETTE_ Pierrette''s mother speaks:_"Sure is it Pierrette yez are, Pierrette and no other?
36831	Ah, Kenton, Kenton, my child, who but you would have such an emotion?
36831	BALLADE OF SPRING CHICKENS Spring comes-- yet where the dream that glows?
36831	Because the thought comes icy; That bird you never knew-- It''s not your bird or pear tree, And what is it to you?
36831	But... Well, who knows it is n''t better that way?
36831	Can any one tell?
36831	Do you not care That all these lesser children of the Muse Shall sing to you exactly as they choose?
36831	How can I think of mere birds, nor blink In the Cosmic Hullaballoo?
36831	I do n''t suppose he''d care, to stay to dine Under the circumstances.... What''s life for?
36831	I wrote a poem, Once, in the middle of August, intending to show''em That you should not Be shot: What saw I then, what heard?
36831	IMRI SWAZEY I was a shock- headed boy bringing in the laundry; Why did I try for that damn bird, anyway?
36831	It''s quieter, at least.... Rambuncto-- friend-- Why, you''re not going?...
36831	Kenton replies with devotion,"I''ve gathered you stones for the bird; come on, do n''t you want to throw''em?"
36831	Most do n''t go in for that.... You have n''t, of course... What, no Provencal?
36831	Oh, what am I, the Muse and giver of Fame, So to be mocked and humbled by this use?
36831	RESIGNATION I look from out my window, Beloved, and I see A bird upon a pear bough, But what is that to me?
36831	SEMI- CHORUS OF PUBLISHERS Who shall escape o''ermastering tragic fate?
36831	SPIRIT OF THE REJECTION SLIP, EDITORS AND PUBLISHERS,(_ faintly:_) You_ did_?
36831	Still, who learns?
36831	THE UNITY OF ONENESS Celia, have you been to China?
36831	There only waves upon the lea A lonely pear- bough where doth doze A bird of green, and merely he: Why weave of him our poetry?
36831	What boots this bird, this pear- tree spreading wide?
36831	What could be drier, where all things are dry?
36831	What is a shoe, or a Forslin, or even a Senlin?
36831	What is... a what?
36831	Why of a Grackle need we sing?
33686	Is radiance loved of radiance? 33686 Then this lank Urience?
33686	Thou mockest us; for me the sorriest Since I was suckled; and of any quest To me the most imperiling and strange.-- But what wouldst thou?
33686	Unjust?
33686	Was she long-- Did she come?...
33686	-- He pauses troubled, but a wizard power, In all his bronzen harness that mad hour Plunges him-- whither?
33686	--fell smitten, and the blood Sprang red from shattered brow and silent hair-- That bullet strangely thro''her brow and brain.... And what of Rudolf?
33686	A wine of Xeres or of Syracuse?
33686	And I said,"Yield me the lily thou hast drained that I This hollow thirst may kill and so not die?"
33686	And laughing on the King,"What cheer?"
33686	And thou-- thou lov''st my voice?
33686	And what remains?
33686	Are all not children of the same weak mold?
33686	Can this thy love undo me When in the heavy waves?
33686	Clay of His Adam- modeled clay made quick?
33686	Death drew me to him and to sigh did seem,"Love?
33686	Endowed with the like hopes, loves, fears and hates, Our mother''s weaknesses?
33686	For who can say what elementaries Demoniac lurk in desolate dells and woods Shadowy?
33686	Ghosts of chained champions or a company Of phantoms, bodiless fiends?
33686	He who is lord.-- Where is thy worry?
33686	He?
33686	Hope loved of hope and happiness of joy, Or love of love, who hath the world for toy?
33686	Lithe beam of beam and laughing ray of ray?
33686	Nay, nay, my word albeit the sword be gone!-- And wouldst thou try me?
33686	No dangerous dagger I, hid softly here Sharp as an adder''s fang?
33686	Nothings, I think, as all lovers'', you know; Yet how should I hear such whispered low, Quick by the wasted woodland yellow?
33686	Oh, stoop to me and speaking reach My soul like song, that learned low speech From some sad instrument, who knows?
33686	Or did those insect flutes-- Sleepy with sunshine-- buzz thee that forlorn Tale of Tithonus and the bashful Morn?
33686	Passionate low,''To lie by thee to- night my mind is'':--So She laughed;--''Sleep well!--for me?
33686	Then mused Sir Accolon:"The adventure goes Ev''n as my Lady fashioneth; who knows But what her arts develop this and make?"
33686	Then quoth the knight,"Ay?
33686	Then seemed the victor spasmed with keen pain, Covered with mailéd hands his visored face;"Thou Accolon?
33686	What King, what court be thine?
33686	What brought thee here?--This wind that steals the old Weird legends from the forests, with a scoff To laugh them thro''their beards?
33686	What is that word if she thou gavest it Unbind thee of it?
33686	a space Exclaimed and conned him: then asked softly,"Say, Whence gatest thou this sword, or in what way Thou hadst it, speak?"
33686	and again came not:"_ Why and when?_"would question Sir Hugh In his labored scrawls a crevice of rock-- The lovers''post-- in its coigne would lock.
33686	and thou-- a lover?
33686	and to see So noble knights endungeoned hollowing here Doth pain me sore with pity-- but, what cheer?"
33686	art Accolon?"
33686	day of day?
33686	ere I slay thee, whence and what thou art?
33686	for, hath he no sword?
33686	had this not risen like a fate, Spawned up, a Hell''s miscarriage sired of Hate!-- A king?
33686	how could I?
33686	is it then naught?
33686	no vile Sabine!-- A stol''n ambrosia of what olden god?
33686	of him you ask?
33686	or for that ear No instant poison which insinuates, Tightens quick pulses, while one breathing waits, With ice and death?
33686	or thou diest!--Yet, that brow, methinks I have beheld it-- where?
33686	what boots it tho''ye weep and weep?
33686	what if he should miss Those cloudy beauties and that creature''s kiss?
42330	And is Summer aflame?
42330	And is it still the same, and do these eyes Of every silver ripple meet the trees That bend above like guarding emerald skies?
42330	Can he conceive his fee divine to share, As a free joyous peer with sun and air, And pity the sad things that creep below-- Does the bird know?
42330	Diane do you remember?
42330	Diane do you remember?
42330	Do you bare your brave head to the winds and the clouds and the sun?
42330	Does it desire aught else when its rare blush Reflects Aurora in the morning''s hush, Encircling all perfection can bestow-- Does the pearl know?
42330	IN THE GRAVE Dear Love-- do you wake in that land where my waking is done?
42330	Is this the place where tragic armies meet?
42330	POEMS DOES THE PEARL KNOW?
42330	Sing low, where is Diane?
42330	Sing low-- where is Diane?
42330	THE SCARLET THREAD The sun rose dimly thro''the pallid rain, Dear Heart-- and have we strength to face the day?
42330	The ladies now are not your peers, I seek you thro''your tarnished halls, Pale sorrow on my spirit falls High, low-- where is Diane?
42330	The timid Dawn, herself a little child Casts up shy eyes in loving worship-- dear, Is it not yet enough?
42330	WAS THERE ANOTHER SPRING Was there another Spring than this?
42330	Was there another Spring than this?
42330	What shall remain when all these things are sped?"
42330	Why lags her Lord and Master?
42330	do you remember?
42330	do you remember?
42330	do you remember?
58080	not anything inside my hand no moment''s evidence of sand just grayish pulp to make me damn the heartless proof I think, I am?
41162	It is better to dream than do?
41162	Love mine, why wilt me so forsake?
41162	Oh, eh, Cino Polnesi The singer is''t you mean?
41162	Thee?
41162	''Thout sighing, pass I ne''er a day For that sweet semblance she did make To me, saying all in sorrow:"Sweet friend, and what of me to- morrow?"
41162	''tis his own songs?
41162	An thou should''st grow weary ere my returning, An"_ they_"should call to thee from out the borderland, What should avail me booty of whale- ways?
41162	And I?
41162	Ask ye what ghosts I dream upon?
41162	But_ you_, My Lord, how with your city?
41162	Famam Librosque Cano Your songs?
41162	Fifine Answers"_ Why is it that, disgraced they seem to relish life the more?_"--FIFINE AT THE FAIR, VII, 5.
41162	Francois and Margot and thee and me: These that we loved shall God love less And smite alway at their faibleness?
41162	I skoal to the eyes as grey- blown mere( Who knows whose was that paragon?)
41162	If my power be lesser Shall my striving be less keen?
41162	Love, hast thou forgotten The red spears of the dawn, The pennants of the morning?"
41162	Once, twice, a year-- Vaguely thus word they:"Cino?"
41162	Or some other''s that he sings?
41162	What should avail me gold rings or the chain- mail?
41162	What should avail me the many- twined bracelets?
41162	What should avail me, O my beloved, Here in this"Middan- gard"[7] what should avail me Out of the booty and gain of my goings?
41162	What soul boweth while in his heart art thou?
41162	Where are the joys my heart had won?
41162	eh?....
41162	the lean bare tree is widowed again For Michault le Borgne that would confess In"faith and troth"to a traitoress,"Which of his brothers had he slain?"
41162	where are the glances feat and clear That bade my heart his valour don?
4530	Are they the blossoms that lie scattered along the horizon, Tangled in your light?
4530	Did n''t You know what it would be, Giving blind people fire?
4530	How can I bear the sunrise and the sunset, And the moonrise and the moonset, And the flowers in the garden?
4530	How can I bear them, You, My little father, Little mother, Little sister, Little brother, Little lover?
4530	How can I get up in the morning And go to bed at night, And you not here?
4530	How should she know what came out of the night, Or what was taken away in the night?
4530	Is it the dust and the iron railings and the blank red brick That makes me sick?
4530	Is it the moon I see there, Or does my own white face Hang in blank agony against the sky As if blinded with giving?
4530	Is she happy among the saints?
4530	LOVE SONG( To C. K. S.) Little father, Little mother, Little sister, Little brother, Little lover, How can I go on living With you away from me?
4530	My valiant little puppets, Did you think you could stand out against this?
4530	O Moon, is it because you have seen her that you are beautiful?
4530	She can not be torn from the shell without dying; And what is the pleasure of intercourse with the dead?
4530	So you give my flowers back to me, do you, Bella Dona?
4530	THE VAMPIRE BAT What was it that came out of the night?
4530	The ivory tusk of the leader( Or is it the moon?)
4530	What makes you look so lonesome, Blue Eyes?
4530	What was it that went away in the night?
4530	Why did she have to die like that, And she so small?
4530	Would you be angry if I let you know That I carried you so?
29993	Is n''t it very frail?
29993	Now, what dost thou see in the embers? 29993 Now, what dost thou see in the embers?"
29993	O, to what uses shall we put The wildweed flower that simply blows? 29993 What hast thou, my soul,"I cried,"In thy song?"
29993	--No, then I you need not speak, for I know well enough what is coming: Bitter taunts for the past, and discouraging views of the future?
29993	And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose?"
29993	And now, could I pardon-- Nay, did I think I could love him?
29993	And shall I hate you because you are doing That which when done you can not feel yours more than I mine can feel it?
29993	And think you that He had wanted for pencils But for our being at hand?
29993	And thou?
29993	And who can guess How weary of our happiness We might have been if we were we d?
29993	And will you-- open the gate?"
29993	Aunt, however, scorns to speak any tongue but Italian:"Quanto per these ones here?"
29993	Better than yonder rhyme?...
29993	But why did he want to?
29993	Can it be that she is there?
29993	Do n''t I_ tell_ you it''s troppo?"
29993	Do n''t you think him generous, noble, unselfish, heroic?
29993	Does it blow so strong that she must fetch Her breath in sudden sighs?
29993	Empty?
29993	For the sake of the hope, have the old deceit?-- In spite of the question''s bitter infusion, Do n''t you find these mulberries over- sweet?
29993	For what is the grace of the lily But her own slender grace?
29993	Hast thou no art can make me believe, while the summer yet lingers, Better than bloom that has been red leaf and sere that must be?
29993	Have you not heard the tale?
29993	He falters on the threshold, She lingers on the stair: Can it be that was his footstep?
29993	How could he linger near me, and still withhold the avowal?
29993	How could he other than follow?
29993	How could he tell me his love, with this terrible burden upon him?
29993	How do I know, indeed, that the easiest is n''t the best way?
29993	How shall his praise be said?
29993	I dare to trust that you wept me, Just a little, at first, when you heard of me dead in the battle?
29993	I see it!-- No?
29993	I-- what have I in this world?
29993	Is it come to be my perdition?
29993	Is it the shrewd October wind Brings the tears into her eyes?
29993	Know again the losses of disillusion?
29993	More Magdalens yet of the painter''s acquaintance?
29993	Nay, to earth''s life in mine some prescience, or dream, or desire( How shall I name it aright?)
29993	O beautiful eyes so tender, Brown eyes so tender and dear, Did you leave your reading a moment Just now, as I passed near?
29993	One after one they left us; The sweet birds out of our breasts Went flying away in the morning: Will they come again to their nests?
29993	Out of its fragrant heart of bloom The apple- tree whispers to the room,"Why art thou but a nest of gloom, While the bobolinks are singing?"
29993	See me?
29993	Spoke one of the seven companions,"But what are the songs thou know''st?"
29993	Spoke one of the seven companions,"If our way be hard and long?"
29993	Spoke one of the seven companions,"Little minstrel, whither away?"
29993	The painter Here unto speech betraying the thoughts he had silently pondered,"Visions, visions, my son?"
29993	The prince''s laugh rings lightly,"What road shall we take from home?"
29993	There on the field of battle Lies the young warrior dead: Who shall speak in the soldier''s honor?
29993	Think you if we had not been, our pictures had never been painted?
29993	Was it a life, could it be, to yon slender hope that clung?
29993	We are gods, for that instant immortal, Mortal for evermore, with a few days''rumor-- or ages''-- What does it matter?
29993	Well?
29993	What good friend has played this bitter jest with your humor?
29993	What high thing could there be, So tenderly and sweetly dear As my lost boyhood is to me?
29993	What will you say to our boy, when he cries for me there in Saint Louis?
29993	Who was it that last night kissed thee Under the cherry- tree?
29993	Will they come again at nightfall, With God''s breath in their song?
29993	Will you not come?"
29993	Yes, I promised to write, but how shall I write to you, darling?
29993	You will not strike me unarmed?
29993	You, Tell us, who are you?"
29993	and"What did you say was the prezzo?"
29993	is it so?''
29993	sold me?
29993	what was it, just now, about anguish?
2487	Say,he shouts,"ai n''t this SOME place?
2487	What if potatoes DO costEight cents a pound?
2487	( Do you remember little things we used to say?
2487	( What, dogs do n''t know?
2487	A prayer, a tear?
2487	AFTER PEACE"I wonder what they''re doin''home tonight?"
2487	AT FIRST SIGHT Seeing you once, how can I forget That our eyes have smiled and our hands have met?
2487	Ah, what though years must pass, though you and I May live our lives, quite silently, apart?
2487	Ah, what''s the use?
2487	Ai n''t it great th''war is through?
2487	Am I a queen?
2487	An''I find him makin''gardens Where a rock pile uster be-- An''I shout,"How goes it, sonny?"
2487	An''then-- Jim spoke--"I wonder what they''re doin''home ternight?"
2487	And if you seemed to know( As you know now) the dreams that, like a light, Shone in my soul?
2487	And is the sky so shinin'', For all it''s golden sun, To one who loves the sea, mates, And knows his voyage is done?
2487	And so.... Lay aside the book that you are reading from-- What if Leander did swim the Hellespont?
2487	And what if burning Sappho Did sing?
2487	And will I be content to watch at dances, Without a heartbreak, as the hours pass by?
2487	And, can a year on land, mates, Match with one day-- at sea?
2487	And, oh, I wonder if you knew when I had paused beside you To pat you, porcelain puppy dog, that I could understand?
2487	Blood red the cannon''s flare,( God, can you hear my prayer?)
2487	But does he understand?
2487	But, God, do I want to come?
2487	But-- can I sit, in peace, mates, And watch the settin''sun?
2487	Could we endure a morn of bitter waking, Could we accept a love that would seem less?
2487	Do pale ghostly fingers play on a ghostly violin?
2487	Do they have valentines up there in heaven?
2487	Do you remember how I said you did n''t care-- And how you laughed at me and rumpled up my hair?
2487	Do you remember how the tears stood in my eyes At your good- by when darkness overhung the skies?)
2487	Does it mean that I love again?
2487	Every finger seems ter look Lonely, an''my hand Trembles as it touches them-- Who can understand?
2487	For what''s a peaceful life, mates, When every breeze so free, When every gale a- blowin'', Brings messages to me?
2487	Glad I seen it, though; ai n''t you?"
2487	He had killed many, yes.... From under His tunic, gropingly, he drew a cross; He wondered would it make, for her, the loss A little less?
2487	Her slicked- back hair Had roughened up against his khaki sleeve, And she had cried:"Dear, MUST you leave?"
2487	Here on the mountain top the air Is clear as a silver song; And the sun is warm on my unbound hair; AND WHAT THOUGH THE WAY WAS LONG?
2487	His hands, as pinkly tinted as a flower, Seemed all too small to carve His deathless story-- What though a star gleamed glorious to guide Him?
2487	How did He make them?
2487	I AM ALIVE-- AND WHAT IS DEATH-- BUT DYING?
2487	I am coming back to the used- to- be-- But, God, do I want to come?
2487	I tear it from my smoothly plaited hair-- I lay my ring, my rope of pearls, aside; Am I a queen-- am I a monarch''s bride?
2487	I wonder if my tired head drooped low Against your breast?
2487	I wonder if you ever dream of other days?
2487	I wonder if you hated us who passed, you by unheeding, You who had known the temples of another, older land?
2487	I wonder why my Jim- dog had ter die?
2487	Is this a dream, This golden crown I wear upon my head?
2487	It''s lots of fun to live my life, Beneath the sky; To have no one who owns the right To question"Why"?
2487	Kissin''them?
2487	Know what I mean?
2487	Laughed at us?
2487	Let''s have done with tears and sighing, What if summer- time IS dying?
2487	Maker of music-- who can know Where the work of his hand shall go?
2487	Or when I see young lovers''fingers twine, WILL I REMEMBER, DEAR, YOUR LIPS ON MINE?
2487	Or will the city''s misery Mould the song in a tragic key-- Making its sweetest, faintest breath Thrill with sorrow, and throb with death?
2487	PERHAPS HER LIPS WERE VERY NEAR-- WHO KNOWS?
2487	Perhaps you''ve seen a boy, Who did hard work he loved, an''called it play?
2487	Some melody of his yesterday.... Will it, I wonder, find its way Out to the world, when fingers creep Over the strings that lie asleep?
2487	Springtime is the time for mating?
2487	The law was great; What chance had he for pity?
2487	The law?
2487	The story of the old house that stands beside the glen?
2487	They would n''t mean so very much to us to- day.... Do you remember how I wore a gown of blue, Because it brought the haze of autumn clouds to you?
2487	This robe of royal purple and of red, This rope of pearls, this ring, these silken shoon?
2487	Tim an''me was bunkies; we Marched together Through th''water an''th''slime-- SUNNY FRANCE, HEY?
2487	V. MOON- GLOW I wonder if, dim centuries ago, We watched the moon together, on some night When stars hung very near, and softly bright?
2487	WHEN EYES MUST CLOSE AGAINST THE SUN, AND LIFE, WHO CARES?
2487	We laughed through the star- flecked twilight-- what though my laugh was strained?
2487	What do I care for Launcelot and Elaine, Or Tristram and Isolt, Or Aucassin and Nicholette?
2487	What is a dream?
2487	What is this crown I wear?
2487	What though the mist be like a shroud What though the day be dreary?
2487	What though the way was steep and bleak, And what though the road was hard?
2487	What though youth lay, a tattered garment, o''er you?
27912	--What had He meant to have me think or do, Smiling and pointing?
27912	After the change, would my boy be the same As this one?
27912	And how in the name of care can he bear To jet such a fountain into the air In this gray gulch of a street?
27912	And when will his wage come in?
27912	Are these the bringings- in, the doings fine, Of him you used to praise?
27912	But thou, vast outbound ship of souls, What harbor town for thee?
27912	But why should they, her botch- work, turn about And stare disdain at me, her finished job?
27912	By all I say and all I hint not made Afraid?
27912	Can such a mercy be, in these hard days?
27912	Could such a thing be true in these hard days?
27912	Did we wrong this parted soul?
27912	Do thy dark brows yet crave That swift and angry stave-- Unmeet for this desirous morn-- That I have striven, striven to evade?
27912	Does she know her port, Though she goes so far about?
27912	Gently he seems to welcome me: Knows he not I am quick, and he Is dead, and priest of the dead?
27912	Has Whittier put his yearning wrath away?
27912	How blow the shy, shy wilding flowers in the hollows of his wood?
27912	If he had asked me, what could I have said?
27912	Is Whitman, the strong spirit, overworn?
27912	Is help still sent in such a way as that?
27912	JETSAM I wonder can this be the world it was At sunset?
27912	Jealousy of what or whom?
27912	Must I be humble, then, Now when my heart hath need of pride?
27912	Nor feel a sudden whisper mar God''s weather,"Dost thou see the scar That spirit hideth so?
27912	Nothing dismayed?
27912	O heart of mine, with all thy powers of white beatitude, What are the dearest of God''s dowers to the children of his blood?
27912	O heart, shalt thou not once be strong to go Where all sweet throats are calling, once be brave To slake with deed thy dumbness?
27912	O sea that yearns a day, shall thy tongues be So eloquent, and heart, shall all thy tongues Be dumb to speak thy longing?
27912	O the wind and the wind, will it never end?
27912	O, who will shield me from her?
27912	Or blind astray, does she make her sport To brazen and chance it out?
27912	Pilgrim people gone astray?
27912	Shall all the happy shipmates then Stand singing brotherly?
27912	Soldiers heedless of their harry?
27912	Some gorger in the sun?
27912	Some prowler with the bat?
27912	South, where the terraced lemon- trees Round rich Sorrento shine?
27912	Then what of this, When all my spirit hungers to repay The beauty that has drenched my soul with peace?
27912	This crown shall crown their struggle and their ruth?
27912	Tuscan slopes or the Piedmontese?
27912	Umbria under the Apennine?
27912	VIII Was it for this our fathers kept the law?
27912	Venice moon on the smooth lagoon?-- Where have I heard that aching tune, That boyish throat divine?
27912	Was I a mother, then, A mother, and not love her child as well As her own covetous and morbid love?
27912	Was help still sent in such a way as that?
27912	Was it for this the Comforter had come, Smiling at me and pointing with His hand?
27912	Wert thou content when Skagi came, Put his own chaplet on my brow, And bent and kissed his own harp- frame?
27912	What did I care?
27912	What did it mean?
27912	What did they want with me?
27912	What dost thou here?
27912	What dost_ thou_ here?"
27912	What had befallen Since yesterday?
27912	What shapes, when thy arriving tolls, Shall crowd the banks to see?
27912	What single word could I have found to say To hide me from his searching, puzzled gaze?
27912	What was the matter with the evening now That it was just as bound to make me glad As morning and the live- long day had been?
27912	What we are no tongue has told us: Errand- goers who forget?
27912	Where did the boy find such a strain To make a dead heart beat?
27912	Who dealt her such a blow"That God can hardly wipe it out?"
27912	Who has given to me this sweet, And given my brother dust to eat?
27912	Who will place A veil between me and the fierce in- throng Of her inexorable benedicite?
27912	Why did all the daylight throb With soundless guffaw and dumb- stricken sob?
27912	Why was the place one vast suspended shout Of laughter?
27912	Wilt thou not put the scorn And instant tragic question from thine eyes?
27912	Wilt thou strive?"
27912	Would he be my boy at all, And not another''s-- his who gave the life I could not give, or did not anyhow?
27912	Would not a brave man gladly die For a much smaller thing Than to be Christ and king?"
27912	what shade art thou Of sorrow or of blame Liftest the lyric leafage from her brow, And pointest a slow finger at her shame?
27912	what sounds are these that come Sullenly over the Pacific seas,-- Sounds of ignoble battle, striking dumb The season''s half- awakened ecstasies?
27912	would you kill a skald?
44962	-------- Prepared for the New England Society in the City of New York[ 190-?].
44962	1657?]
44962	1693?]
44962	1720?
44962	8=-------- New York: C. M. Saxton[ 1852?].
44962	= Allen=, Mrs. Brasseya, 1760 or 1762- 18--?
44962	= Davis=, John, 1721- 1809?
44962	= NBB== Umphraville=, Angus, pseud.?
44962	= Standish=, Miles, the younger, pseud.?
44962	= Townsend=, Richard?
44962	Boston: Printed by Peter Edes[ 1784?].
44962	Bound with and usually appended to, the author''s_ Mount Vernon, a poem_.... Philadelphia[ 1799?].
44962	Green?
44962	H. Original poems, by a citizen of Baltimore[ i.e., Richard?
44962	Lines occasioned by the question--"What is love?"
44962	Philadelphia, 1800?]
44962	Samuel Green?
44962	[ 1728?]
44962	[ 1770?]
44962	[ 1776?]
44962	[ 1800?]
44962	[ 1800?]
44962	[ 1800?].
44962	[ 1815?]
44962	[ A poem written at Yale College, 1815, by George Hill?].
44962	[ Boston, 1730?]
44962	[ Boston?
44962	[ By James Rivington?]
44962	[ Cambridge?
44962	[ Newburyport, 1800?]
44962	[ Philadelphia, 1800?]
44962	[ Verses, n.p., 1815?]
44962	[ n.p., 181-?]
44962	n.t.-p.[ Boston?
43406	Nay!--You are wrong in your planting,said he,"Have we not grass and the weeds and a tree?
43406	Brave little cuttings of laughter and light?
43406	Do you care The pagan poppies dying in your hair; Do you despair to think that even as they Your lovely life will tarnish in a day?
43406	How can I give as much, who hold your heart As she, unloved who gave with scorn of gain?
43406	How can we keep you, butterfly!--O must Such lovely grace resolve itself in dust?
43406	I know the women laugh at me, but oh, How can I let my dreamed perfection go?
43406	It holds my heart, can you not hear it beat?
43406	LOVE LAND Where is El Dorado?
43406	MADNESS?
43406	MADONNA EVE From what far spicery derives your hair The sweet faint fragrance that enslaves my sense?
43406	May we tell An architect to loose his fancy free To toss up towers in soaring ecstasy With Doric dignity or temple bell?
43406	Neighbor Life, I love you well, Have you any joy to sell?
43406	Once again she cried my name And gone was every doubt, For who could stay at Duty''s side When Beauty calls without?
43406	Only those who hate to toil The true enjoyment know; But could you love a larrikin Whose task he''d so resign?"
43406	RELEASE How may we be released from memories?
43406	SIC ITUR AD ASTRA If it be educational to breast Salt lipped the wave that is the woe of Earth, Who could be called a fool?
43406	Shall we still strive on?
43406	THE SPRING PLANTING"What shall we plant for our Summer, my boy,-- Seeds of enchantment and seedlings of joy?
43406	THE THIEF Did you see the rascal with the rain- grey eyes?
43406	THE UNBURIED In the wood the dead trees stand, Dead and living, hand to hand, Being Winter, who can tell Which is sick and which is well?
43406	They hate my name, The ages hold me high to endless shame; How, if I suffer so, does no one care And pity, for the wrath that I must bear?
43406	We who come To taste again Life''s feast, why must it be We meet such ghosts to chill our revelry?
43406	What subtle love trick taught you to be fair With overt lure and covert reticence?
43406	When the utter ache Shall fade at length to mere despondency What will the answer to this problem be?
43406	Where is bright Cathay?
43406	Where is your sagacity?
43406	have you no surcease For me to whom no death shall bring release?
3757	What are you doing there, O man, singing quietly amid all this tumult? 3757 Why do you listen, O you people, to this old and world- worn music?
3757	( Ah, what self- beggared fool was he That said a woman can not be The very best of friends?)
3757	Ah, my beloved, do you feel with me The hidden virtue of that melody, The rapture and the purity of love, The heavenly joy that can not find the word?
3757	And was it sweet or sad?
3757	And why not ours,--to- morrow,--who can tell?
3757	Are they clouded because you know we must part, Do you think this embrace is our last?
3757	But why is your head so low, sweet heart, And why are your eyes overcast?
3757	But, oh, the little land of peace and love That those night- loving wings had poised above,-- Where was it gone?
3757	DEPARTURE Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun, And why is the garden so gay?
3757	Did they beget his soul?
3757	Do you know that my days of delight are done, Do you know I am going away?
3757	GRATITUDE Do you give thanks for this?--or that?"
3757	II THE SWARMING OF THE BEES I Who can tell the hiding of the white bees''nest?
3757	Is Nature, then, a strife of jealous powers, And man the plaything of unconscious fate?
3757	Mournfully bewailing,--"ah, my honey- makers, where have you departed?"
3757	O God of justice, why hast Thou ordained Plans of the wise and actions of the brave Dependent on the aid of fools and cowards?
3757	Oh, were the seeds all lost When winter laid the wild flowers in their tomb?
3757	Oh, what do you see in the dark, little window, and why do you fear?
3757	Oh, what do you see in the room, little window, that makes you so bright?
3757	PAN LEARNS MUSIC Limber- limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock, Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?
3757	Sit down beside me here,--"And, do you know, it seemed a year"Since we have talked together,--why so late?"
3757	The Master has finished his work, and the glory of music is-- where?
3757	The gardens are faded, the fields are frore,-- How will they fare in a world so bleak?
3757	What are you making here?
3757	What drew thee down to join the Roundhead throng Of iron- sided warriors, rude and strong, Fighting for freedom in a world half night?
3757	What if men have found Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll Of his forbears?
3757	What is the sweetness they toil to store In the desolate day, where no blossoms gleam?
3757	What solace, now thy sacrifice is vain And thou art left forsaken, poor, and blind?
3757	What though the newer writers come in throngs?
3757	What wilt thou find To comfort thee for all the toil and pain?
3757	What wonder, Shelley, if the restless wave Should claim thee and the leaping flame con- sume Thy drifted form on Viareggio''s beach?
3757	Where hast thou learned this deep, majestic strain, Surpassing all thy youthful lyric grace, To sing of Paradise?
3757	Where is the Master of Music, and how has he vanished away?
3757	Where is the hidden honey they seek?
3757	Where is the work that he wrought with his wonderful art in the air?
3757	Where is their queen?
3757	Who can trace the guiding of their swift home flight?
3757	Who is their master?
3757	Why do they beckon me, and what have they to show me?
3757	You Robert Juet, ancient, crafty man, Toothless and tremulous, how many times Have I employed you as a master''s mate To give you bread?
3757	Your children all, they hurry to your den, With wreaths of honour they have won for you, To merry- make your threescore years and ten You, old?
31712	A spirit who distributes scent, To vale and height, In footsteps of the rosy light?
31712	And day no sunlight that availed the same As her bright smile to cheer the world below?
31712	And death hath won from you that confidence Denied to life?
31712	And oft and again I wonder,_ Can__ What God intends be changed by man?_ HOME.
31712	And stain them through With heav''n''s ethereal gold and blue?
31712	DIRGE What shall her silence keep Under the sun?
31712	Did a raven''s wing just flap my hair?
31712	Did we not drain the wine, Red, of love''s sacramental chalice, when He laid sweet sanction on thy lips and mine?
31712	Do you remember how that night drew on?
31712	Do you remember the hard words then said?
31712	Do you remember, now it comes to pass Your form is bowed as is the wind- swept grass?
31712	Do you remember, now this night draws down The threatening heavens, that the lightnings crown With wrecks of thunder?
31712	For oft at dawn hast not beheld A spirit of prismatic hue Blow wide the buds, which night has swelled?
31712	From thy rude hut, hill- huddled in the brier, What dark familiar points thy sure pursuit, With burning eyes, gaunt with the glow of Hell?
31712	Had God not giv''n us life for this?
31712	Had God or Fiend assigned this hour That bloomed,--where love had all of power,-- The senses''aphrodisiac flower?
31712	How through the heaven stole the moon''s gray gleam, Like a nun''s ghost down a cathedral nave?-- Do you remember how that night drew on?
31712	In after years shall he remember how Dawn had no breeze soft as her murmured name?
31712	In the pause of the thunder rolling low, A rifle''s answer-- who shall know From the wind''s fierce burl and the rain''s blackblow?
31712	Is it the dolorous water, That sobs in the wood and sighs?
31712	Is it uneasy moonlight, On the restless field, that stirs?
31712	Nor watched with these the elfins go Who tune faint instruments?
31712	O daughter of our Southern sun, Sweet sister of each flower, Dost dream in terraced Avalon A shadow- haunted hour?
31712	O soul, that kept the brook''s glad flow, The glad brook''s word to sun and moon, What dost thou here where song lies low As all the dreams of June?
31712	Of a love that loved too well?
31712	Or a night- bird''s wing that the surface whips?
31712	Or a web- winged bat brush by my face?
31712	Or a woman''s face and eyes there?
31712	Or a woman''s voice that weeps there?
31712	Or ashen blur of the moon''s wan light?
31712	Or heart of an ancient oak- tree, That breaks and, sighing, dies?
31712	Or in the valley''s vistaed glow, Past rocks of terraced trumpet- vines, Shall I behold her coming slow, Sweet May, among the columbines?
31712	Or in the wind dost breathe the musk That blows Tintagel''s sea on?
31712	Or now of Launcelot, and then Of Arthur,''mid the roses, Dost speak with wily Vivien?
31712	Or spawn of the toad all water- white?
31712	Or stand with Guinevere upon Some ivied Camelot tower?
31712	Or the hand of-- something I did not dare Look round to see in that obscene place?
31712	Or the rain in a leaf that drips and drips?
31712	Or where the shade reposes, Dost walk with stately armored men In marble- fountained closes?
31712	Or wild white meadow- blossoms The night- wind bends and blurs?
31712	Or''mid the lists by castled Usk Hear some wild tourney''s pæon?
31712	Or''neath the Merlin moons of dusk Dost muse in old Cærleon?
31712	Perfume, that leads me on from dream to dream-- An Oread''s footprints fragrant with her flight?
31712	That night of sorrow, when the stars looked wan As eyes that gaze reproachful in a dream, Loved eyes, long lost, and sadder than the grave?
31712	That sat on a throne of fire A thousand years in hell?
31712	That the soul with its nameless sorrow Remembers but can not tell?
31712	The mist and morn spake unto me, Drearily:"What is this thing God gives to thee?"
31712	The morn and mist spake unto me, Drearily:"What is this thing which thou dost see?"
31712	The rain and wind spake unto me, Drearily:"What are these things thou still dost see?"
31712	The wind and rain spake unto me, Drearily:"What is this thing God takes from thee?"
31712	There is a gleam that lures me up the stream-- A Naiad swimming with wet limbs of light?
31712	V. In after years shall she stand here again, In heart regretful?
31712	Was it sin?
31712	What is this thing you tell me In tongues of a twilight race, Of death, with the vanished features, Mantled, of my own face?
31712	What lonelier forms-- that at the year''s door stood At spectral wait-- with wildly wasted lights Shall enter?
31712	What root Dost seek for, seal for what satanic spell Of incantations and demoniac fire?
31712	What shall be said beside?
31712	What shall watch o''er her here When day is fled?
31712	When one shall lie asleep, And one be dead and gone-- Within the unknown deep, Shall we the trysts then keep That now are done?
31712	When one shall sit and sigh, And one lie all alone Beneath the unseen sky-- Whose love shall then deny?
31712	Where are the birds that thrilled the blood When life struck hands with love?
31712	While at her side another went With gleams of enigmatic white?
31712	While the wind, that tossed in the tattered tree, And danced alone with the last mad leaf... Or was it the wind?...
31712	Who knows?
31712	Who waits for me, where, note for note, The birds make glad the forest- trees?
31712	Whose love atone?
31712	and with lonely sighs Think on that night of love, and realize Whose was the fault whence grew the parting pain?
31712	have we not the council here Of trees, that to all hope appear As sermons of the soil?
31712	have we not the high advice Of stars, that for all faith suffice As gospels of the skies?
31712	or a crime forgotten?
31712	whose sound Is that moon- music insects blow When all the ground Sleeps, and the night is hushed around?
13184	Are you so much offended, you will not speak to me?
13184	Is it my fault,he said,"that the maiden has chosen between us?
13184	Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost?
13184	Man, who art thou who dost deny my words? 13184 Must I relinquish it all,"he cried with a wild lamentation,-- 195"Must I relinquish it all, the joy, the hope, the illusion?
13184	Say by what name men call you? 13184 The stream,"he said,"is broad and deep, and stubborn is the foe,-- Yon island- strength is guarded well,--say, brothers, will ye go?
13184	Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, 215 What hope to save the town?
13184	Who art thou? 13184 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
13184	Will no one tell me what she sings? 13184 20 If German steel be sharp and keen, is ours not strong and true? 13184 20 Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to- day? 13184 245 And, greatly mov''d, then Rustum made reply:--O Gudurz, wherefore dost thou say such words?
13184	250 Are not they mortal, am not I myself?
13184	325 O Sohrab, wherefore wilt thou rush on death?
13184	340 Art thou not Rustum?
13184	375 He spoke; and Sohrab answer''d, on his feet:--"Art thou so fierce?
13184	395 What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer?"
13184	40"Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak, Our moonlight circle''s[9] screen?
13184	735 What has a rough old soldier, grown grim and gray in the harness, Used to the camp and its ways, to do with the wooing of maidens?
13184	75"And I conjure[15] thee, demon elf, By Him whom demons fear, To show us whence thou art thyself, And what thine errand here?"
13184	80 Have you seen the tall trees swaying when the blast is sounding shrill, And the whirlwind reels in fury down the gorges to the hill?
13184	945 Why does the bride turn pale, and hide her face on his shoulder?
13184	And did they twine the laurel- wreath,[10] for those who fought so well 110 And did they honour those who liv''d, and weep for those who fell?
13184	And what is so rare as a day in June?
13184	And wherefore ride ye in such guise Before the ranks of Rome?"
13184	Are they from Heaven, these softenings of the heart?
13184	But Sohrab look''d upon the horse and said:--"Is this then Ruksh?
13184	But when he came at length to the words Priscilla had spoken, Words so tender and cruel,"Why do n''t you speak for yourself, John?"
13184	But who for men of nought would do great deeds?
13184	But with a cold, incredulous voice, he said:--"What prate is this of fathers and revenge?
13184	For what care I, though all speak Sohrab''s fame?
13184	God help us, if the middle isle we may not hope to win; 5 Now is there any of the host will dare to venture in?"
13184	How they toss their mighty branches, struggling with the temper''s shock; How they keep their place of vantage, cleaving firmly to the rock?
13184	Is it a ghost from the grave, that has come to forbid the betrothal?
13184	Is it a phantom of air,--a bodiless, spectral illusion?
13184	Is it my fault that he failed,--my fault that I am the victor?
13184	Is it to shoot red squirrels you have your howitzer planted There on the roof of the church, or is it to shoot red devils?
13184	Is it with Rustum only thou would''st fight?
13184	Is that sign the proper sign Of Rustum''s son, or of some other man''s?"
13184	Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?"
13184	O lonely island of the Rhine,--Where seed was never sown, What harvest lay upon thy sands, by those strong reapers thrown?
13184	One of my ancestors ran his sword through the heart of Wat Tyler;[32] 415 Who shall prevent me from running my own through the heart of a traitor?
13184	Or who comes here to chase the deer, Beloved of our Elfin Queen?
13184	Or who may dare on wold to wear 45 The fairies''fatal green?
13184	Quoth he,"The she- wolf''s litter[57] 360 Stand savagely at bay: But will ye dare to follow, If Astur clears the way?"
13184	Sohrab is young; why should he court defeat and death_?]
13184	Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
13184	Stay''d we behind that glorious day for roaring flood or linn?
13184	The Rhine is running deep and red, the island lies before,--"Now is there one of all the host will dare to venture o''er?
13184	The old lord in his saddle turn''d, and hastily he said,"Hath bold Duguesclin''s[3] fiery heart awaken''d from the dead?
13184	Was it for this I have followed the flying feet and the shadow Over the wintry sea, to the desolate shores of New England?
13184	What city is your home?
13184	What is one more, one less, obscure or fam''d, Valiant or craven, young or old, to me?
13184	What matter''d it that men should vaunt, and loud and fondly swear That higher feat of chivalry was never wrought elsewhere?
13184	What saw the winter moon that night, as, struggling through the rain, She pour''d a wan and fitful light on marsh, and stream, and plain?
13184	What should I do with slaying any more?
13184	What virtue had such honey''d words the exiled heart to cheer?
13184	What wonder if Sir Launfal[11] now Remembered the keeping of his vow?
13184	Who art thou then, that canst so touch my soul?
13184	Why does the bridegroom start and stare at the strange apparition?
13184	Why dost thou stay, and turn away?
13184	Why should they bring the laurel- wreath,--why crown the cup with wine?
13184	Why weep ye by the tide?
13184	[ 8] The soul of Graeme is with us still,--now, brothers, will ye in?"
13184	[ 9] There go:--Thou wilt not?
13184	and who govern Rustum''s son?
13184	do you mean to make war with milk and the water of roses?
13184	is there news, or any night alarm?"
13184	quoth false Sextus,"Will not the villain drown?
13184	wherefore dost thou vainly question thus Of Rustum?
50310	Capite Questa lingua?
50310	Why, how de do, my gander coy?
50310	And colics?
50310	But Jack, whose linguist''s pride was pricked, To shine, Asked:"_ Meine Königin will nicht_ Be mine?"
50310	But as she answered:"What''s the use?"
50310	Italic text is denoted by_ underscores_ MOTHER GOOSE FOR GROWN- UPS[ Illustration:"''WILL YOU TELL ME IF IT''S STRAIGHT?''"]
50310	MORAL: This pair irreclaimable Might have made Seraphim weep, But who can pick the most blamable?
50310	Now, how comes that?"
50310	Pray, wo n''t you try this macaroon?"
50310	She only clutched her bonnet( she had fallen flat upon it), And answered:"Will you tell me if it''s straight?"
50310	The inquiry would be:"Pochissimo?
50310	The neighbors responded:"Who cares?
50310	The pieman said:"I''ve pumpkin, quince, Blueberry, lemon, peach, and mince:"And, showing his array, He added:"Wo n''t you try one, sir?
50310	Vi prego, ditemi, Siete voi contento qua, Lontano dall''Italia?"
50310	What could you expect?
50310	What idiot said that woman''s''planned To warn, to comfort, and command?''"
50310	What kinds?"
50310	What matter if they think you From Italy or Greece?
50310	With impudent hails she cried:"What ails You all, and where are your splendid tails?"
1020	Dear, are you alone?
1020	Max, where have you been? 1020 My Sweetheart, why this terror?
1020	Simeon Isaacs, Mynheer, can I serve You?
1020	Why, Sir,said the poor old man,"I like to have it about, do you see?
1020	You care for this sort of thing, Dear Sir?
1020	A song of playing at ball?
1020	After Hearing a Waltz by Bartók But why did I kill him?
1020	Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon?
1020	Am I not more worth than your day ladies, Covered with awkward stuffs, Unreal, unbeautiful?
1020	And for one moment Does he catch the moving curve Of a thigh?
1020	And is that all you crave In pay?
1020	And sitting down beside her, at the cost Of all his secret,"Dear,"said he,"what thing So suddenly has happened?"
1020	Be patient with you?
1020	Be patient with you?
1020	Be patient with you?
1020	Bursting through my lethargy, Indignantly I hurled the cry:"Is this a nightmare, or am I Drunk with some infernal wine?
1020	Can I come?"
1020	Can cracked and fallen leaves recall last June And leap up on the boughs, now stiff and sere?
1020	Dear Mother, what is it that sings?
1020	Did you think to get in At the back, while your friends Made a little diversion In front?
1020	Do my words fall too swift now?
1020	Do n''t you hear?
1020	Do the sun- filled men Feel patience then?
1020	Do these men Feel patience then?
1020	Do you keep arms?
1020	Does she, too, give her devotion to one Not worthy?
1020	Have you finished?
1020	He looked up quickly,"Sir, and you?"
1020	He spoke for me,"What do you ask?
1020	His hat?
1020	How bear delay?
1020	How can I serve you?"
1020	How could nuts appear from the atmosphere?"
1020	How many months is it since we have seen You here?
1020	I am no devil; is there one?
1020	I carried him always in my heart, what did it matter if I gave him the least part of me too?
1020	In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
1020	Is he sleeping?
1020	Is it blood or fire?
1020	Is it guilt to free a lady from her palsied lord, absent and fighting, terribly abhorred?
1020	Is it not ordered cleverly?"
1020	Is it singing that he hears?
1020	Is not the night for poets?
1020	Is that an arm he sees?
1020	Is that laughter?
1020	Is that the rain which pads and patters, is it the wind through the winding entries which chatters?
1020	Max was her trusted friend, did she confess A closer happiness?
1020	Not drink with us?
1020	Now, growing bold, She asked, had Max a sister?
1020	Or a crimson sheen Over some sort of green?
1020	Or perhaps lilac with gold shotted through?
1020	Patience Be patient with you?
1020	See my little pecking dove?
1020	She, in amaze, Asked,"Do you enter not then, Mynheer Breuck?
1020	Should it be banded with yellow and white Roses, or sparked like a frosty night?
1020	Should it be of pink, or damasked blue?
1020	Sit down, now tell me, is your story going well?"
1020	Storm- Racked How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell?
1020	These letters` C. D. L.''Its former owner?
1020	What am I saying?
1020	What are you doing with it out here?"
1020	What do you fear in taking me?
1020	What future is our past?
1020	What infamous proposal now Was made me with so calm a brow?
1020	What meaning can have patience then?
1020	What of Christine?"
1020	What saturnine, Sardonic devil''s jest has bid us live Two years together in a puff of smoke?
1020	What would be home?
1020	What''s that?
1020	Whence have I come?
1020	Where are you gone?
1020	Where is she, the woman who wore it?
1020	Which lie''s the likeliest?
1020	Who would dare to say so?
1020	Who, and when?
1020	Who?
1020	Why did he die?
1020	Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
1020	Why should he die and his child live?
1020	Why should he die?
1020	Why?
1020	Why?
1020	Will the lady lose courage and not come?
1020	Will you watch over her?
1020	Would marriage strike you blind, or, hating bonds as you do, why should I be denied the rights of loving if I leave you free?
58741	A spider ghost, you say? 58741 Your father gone, and mother, who will pay for these?"
58741	A whirlwind in the night or a merciful rain?
58741	And God, I asked?
58741	But gained what by throwing Columbus overboard?
58741	But who knows?
58741	Caught between the two, I asked what choice was mine?
58741	Future unknown, I asked which way was I to go?
58741	How shall we learn to know them as true evidence?
58741	How to find the way back by subway, streetcar, bus... Can a hill disappear or the stream in a park?
58741	I could question other colors: yellow, red, brown?
58741	Then will the dream be written according to men?
58741	Was it wish Or something more substantial for child to sleep on Like a pillow filled throughout the night with promise?
58741	What extinguished both flames at one instant of time?
58741	What shall I be, I asked of Tarot cards and stars That I might live as fits my tastes, beliefs and cares?
58741	What was the Eskimo doing in the tropics?
58741	What was the Hottentot doing in the arctic?
58741	When will the words be opened and the book unsealed?
58741	With all that space to explore, how could I resist?
38410	O Titans, gods, sustainers of the world, Is this the end? 38410 ***** Within the place unmanifest Where central Truth is immanent, Lies there a vast, entire content Of sound and movement one in rest? 38410 A NYMPH How can the world be still so beautiful When beauty''s self is fled? 38410 Ah, who may stay Thy soundless world- devouring tide? 38410 And yet( who knows?) 38410 Are they a fortress That will afford thee protection Against the swords of the world? 38410 Are they a sea that will bring thee to any shore, Or a desert that vergeth upon aught but the waste? 38410 Art thou more strong For powers that turn to thee as unto sleep? 38410 For light of flowers, and bloom of tinted air, Art thou more fair? 38410 For world and star that find thy ways more deep Than light may tread, too wearisome for song Art thou more strong? 38410 Forever we sing to a god unseen-- In the dark shall our voices fail? 38410 Hast thou found them tillable lands? 38410 II O Beauty, why so sad my heart? 38410 In all the hidden toil of earth, Which is the more laborious part-- To rear the oak''s enormous girth, Or shape its leaves with poignant art? 38410 Is such music not fit for a god? 38410 Is there aught in the days yet dark That thou canst hold with thy hands? 38410 Is there fruit that thou canst pluck therein, Or any harvest to be mown? 38410 Is there justice in them To balance the world''s inequity, Or benefit to outweigh its loss? 38410 Lacking( who knows?) 38410 May no sufficient bars, Nor marks inveterate abide To baffle thy persistency? 38410 Monstrous and dread, must it fore''er abide, This unescapable alternity? 38410 Must loveliness find root within decay, And night devour its flaming hues alway? 38410 O thou whose hands pluck out the light of stars, Are worlds grown but as fruit for thee? 38410 SONG TO OBLIVION Art thou more fair For all the beauty gathered up in thee, As gold and gems within some lightless sea? 38410 Shall it die ere it reach His throne? 38410 Shall it die ere it reach His throne? 38410 Shalt thou dig aught of gold from the mines of the past, Or trade for merchandise In the years where all is rotten? 38410 Shalt thou drink from the springs that are emptied, Or find sustenance in shadows? 38410 Sickening, will Life not turn eventually, Or ravenous Death at last be satisfied? 38410 Still and unstriving now, What plottest thou, Within thy universe- ulterior deeps, Dark as the final lull of suns? 38410 THE CLOUD- ISLANDS What islands marvellous are these, That gem the sunset''s tides of light-- Opals aglow in saffron seas? 38410 What light unseen perturbs the darkness? 38410 What new advancement of the night On citadels of stars around whose might Thy slow encroachment runs, And crouching silence, thunder- potent, sleeps? 38410 What prophecies are on the wind? 38410 What secrets lurk the woods amid? 38410 What tidings do the billows bring And cry in vain upon the strand? 38410 What value hath the future given thee? 38410 What veil of trance, O pines, Divides you from my soul, That I feel but enter not Your distances of dream? 38410 Why have they not returned? 38410 Why should we stay, and live the tragedy Of power that survives its use?
37852	Baggage, in my godlike moment What have I to do with thee?
37852	I must not be so invaded,( In an anger then I cried)--"Ca n''t you see that I am busy?
37852	A faintly pensive frown Upon her forehead gathers now-- Ah, does the butcher-- heartless clown-- Beget that shadow on her brow?
37852	A maid, who would not dream her ta''en to wife?
37852	Ah, can we ever know again Such friends as were those chosen men, Such men to drink, to bike, to smoke with, To worship with, or lie and joke with?
37852	All gone?
37852	And Peter Pan is dead?
37852	And was there a meaning?
37852	Brave madness, built for beauty and the sun-- In such a town who can be sane?
37852	But when?
37852	But why should that embarrass me?
37852	Can Morris- chair or papier- mâchà © bust Revivify the failing pressure- gauge?
37852	Cook has gone, and all is dark-- Then the kitchen is your park: In the garbage heap that she leaves Do you browse among the tea leaves?
37852	Could you remember him as always kind?
37852	DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE GOD?
37852	Do you chant your simple tunes Swimming in the baby''s prunes?
37852	Do you linger, little soul, Drowsing in our sugar bowl?
37852	Her ancient courage, patient toil, Her stubborn wordless pride?
37852	His work was hasty, harassed, vexed: His dreams were laid aside, perforce, Until-- in this world, or the next....( His trade?
37852	How delightful to suspect All the places you have trekked: Does your long antenna whisk its Gentle tip across the biscuits?
37852	I do not know your name, O tree( Are you a hemlock or a pine?)
37852	I wish( I hope I am not silly?)
37852	Is it waffles and syrup, or cinnamon toast?
37852	MY PIPE My pipe is old And caked with soot; My wife remarks:"How can you put That horrid relic, So unclean, Inside your mouth?
37852	Not love me, eh?
37852	Or, abandonment most utter, Shake a shimmy on the butter?
37852	PEACE What is this Peace That statesmen sign?
37852	Remember just your lad, uncouthly good, Forgetting when he failed in spleen or spite?
37852	SMELLS Why is it that the poets tell So little of the sense of smell?
37852	Seeing a pulpit, who can silence keep?
37852	So all things end: and what is left at last?
37852	So wise, so simple-- has she never guessed That through his laughter, love and terror run?
37852	THE BALLOON PEDDLER Who is the man on Chestnut street With colored toy balloons?
37852	The clock would tick, and we would sit, we two-- Life holds such meetings for us, does it not?
37852	The newly dedicated fire, The hearth unsanctified by flame?
37852	Then, when dawn comes, do you slink Homeward to the kitchen sink?
37852	Timid roach, why be so shy?
37852	Unhappy fool, you say, with pitiful air: Who was he, then, and where?
37852	What do_ you_ choose when you''re offered a treat?
37852	What is the virtue of that soil That flings her strength so wide?
37852	What was the service of this poet?
37852	When Mother says,"What would you like best to eat?"
37852	Who knows?
37852	You want to be big and fat Like Daddy, do n''t you?
31764	But I promised you my love--''t is left forlorn Of life God summons unto him, and is it then forsworn?
31764	Wilt thou go to Barcelona When thy queen in Toledo is? 31764 -- Responsive to her quavering request--The daughter of the king did give thee leave?
31764	--"What is the value of knowing it?"
31764	And my soul said, gazing at me,"Shall I show you another land Than other this flesh can see?"
31764	And my soul smiled,"_ This may be!__ Will you know me and follow me?_"THE DREAM OF DREAD.
31764	And shalt thou see Him individual?
31764	And what a day!--remember The morns of a Summer and Spring, That bound two lives together?
31764	And would you be a nun and miss All this delightful ache of love?
31764	Bow white their brows''aromas each a flame?
31764	Could you have seen it being it?
31764	Dear, is your soul so daggered There by a world that hates?
31764	Did I speak?
31764	Did dead men list?
31764	Did she see and did not know?
31764	Did she think it me or-- what, Clutching her dress?
31764	Each morn a wedding ring Of dew and dreams and sparkle, Of flowers and birds a- wing?
31764	Forever and forever The heart wait winter- cold?
31764	Graduating Godward ever, The Forever finds through these?
31764	Had it been little then, your grief, when Heaven had made us one In everything that''s good on earth and then the good undone?
31764	Had the moonlight changed me so?
31764	Have I not told to her-- living alone for her-- Purposed unfoldments of love I had sown for her Here in the soil of my soul?
31764	Have I spoken and have I kneeled To the prayer I worship, I wonder?-- What waits on her lips that are sealed?
31764	Hope-- is_ her_ face so haggard?
31764	How frail is flesh!--but you''ll forgive me now I tell you how I loved you, love you; and the pain it gives to leave you now?
31764	I lean to him I love, And in the silence say:"Would thy dear grace reveal thy face, If love should crave and pray?"
31764	Is it not well to have more of the spirit, Living high futures this earthly must miss?
31764	Love we have given, Over and o''er, All, who has driven Us from his door, Is he forgiven When he is poor?
31764	Love-- is_ he_ ever laggard?
31764	Must I go in such sad weather By the lane or over the hill?
31764	Not have the moon for what she is?
31764	Now to your glass will you pass For the last time?
31764	Oh, I was glad in love of you; but think: if I had died Ere babe of mine had come to be a solace at your side?
31764	Or fear undone Her stepping strange and slow?
31764	Or loved she another one?
31764	Or was it hollow hinges gnarred Huge, iron scorn in donjon- twist?
31764	Or where, ten stars together, Buff ox- eyes rank the rill By the old corn- mill?
31764	Seest not the buck escapes me?
31764	Shall I ever see my mealy, Drunk dusty- millers gay; My lady- slippers bashful Of butterfly and ray; My gillyflowers as spicy Each as a day of May?
31764	The dream infolds thee and the way is dim-- With head not high, what if I follow him, Love-- with the madness and the melody?
31764	The humming- bird happiness here Danced up i''the blood... but what are words When the speech of two souls all truth affords?
31764	Then quoth the princess,"Thou wilt we d with him Ansada?"
31764	There through the dew is it you Coming lawny?
31764	To wait on the haughty Yöna, When thou hast these lips to kiss?"
31764	Vizier- ambassadored the old king gave His answer to the suitor:--"I, my son, What grace have I above the grace of God?
31764	Was it some elfin euphrasy That purged his spirit so that there Blue harebells, by those ways that be, Seemed summoning to prayer?
31764	Were it not well if our love could forget them, Veiling the_ was_ with the dawn of the_ is_?
31764	What can it mean for me?
31764	What can it mean for me?
31764	What flowers are those that blow their balm unto us?
31764	What power is mine but a material?
31764	What rule have I unto the substanceless?
31764	When, by whom''T was painted-- who shall say?
31764	Where the splitting milk- weed''s feather Dim, diamond- like rain- drops fill?
31764	Whereon the princess marvelled and bade ask, What did the elder with his riches there?
31764	Who may falsify the feeling To the lover who is loser?
31764	Who may say that man has never Lived the mighty hearts of trees?
31764	Wild music and a feast, And one''s belovèd near In burning mail-- why am I pale, So pale with grief and fear?
31764	Will the moon bleach through the ragged Tree- tops ere we reach yon jagged Rock, that rises gradually?
31764	You, Or a moth in the vines?
31764	You, who are one with the Fates?
31764	_ He speaks._ Would you have known it seeing it?
31764	_ She speaks._ Sunday shall we ride together?
31764	_ Whose_ soul unmasks?...
31764	did I but own One harp chord of one broken barbiton What had I budded for our life thereof?
31764	did she answer aught?
31764	doth the tomb- ripe court his youth again?
31764	must the whole big world needs shout''Commander of the Faithful,''so thou see?"
31764	no regret?
31764	one spark Of hope to cheer the dark?
31764	such as wrinkled wisdom, doubting, has Yearned for and sought in miser''d lore of worlds, And vainly?--Love?--Oh, have I learned to live?
31764	what have I done to her?
31764	what have I said to her?
31764	will she say No farewell?
31764	wilt thou not be done Bandying thy baseness with the Ruler of The Faithful?"
1035	''Twas all to save him? 1035 Are women mad?
1035	Are you to pay for what you have With all you are?
1035	Be calm? 1035 Because a few complacent years Have made your peril of your pride, Think you that you are to go on Forever pampered and untried?
1035	Ben, you''re a scholar, what''s the time of day?
1035	My dreams have all come true to other men,Said he;"God lives, however, and why care?
1035	Sorry? 1035 There''s time enough,--I''ll do it when I''m old, And we''re immortal men,"he says to that; And then he says to me,"Ben, what''s''immortal''?
1035	Think you to tread forever down The merciless old verities? 1035 Though mine,"the father mused aloud,"Are not the sons I would have chosen, Shall I, less evilly endowed, By their infirmity be frozen?
1035	What is it now,said I,--"another woman?"
1035	What lost eclipse of history, What bivouac of the marching stars, Has given the sign for you to see Millenniums and last great wars? 1035 What unrecorded overthrow Of all the world has ever known, Or ever been, has made itself So plain to you, and you alone?
1035	Where might I be with him to- day, Could he have known before he heard? 1035 You do n''t?
1035	You mock me with denial, You mean to call me hard? 1035 You say I might have learned at home The truth in season to be strong?
1035	--"Wo n''t you ever see me as I am, John Gorham, Leaving out the foolishness and all I never meant?
1035	And Death riding on his horse?
1035	And are you never to have eyes To see the world for what it is?
1035	And even then Found a time to pause?
1035	And if I''d rather live than weep Meanwhile, do you find that surprising?
1035	And if we see the soul''s dead end in death, Are we to fear it?
1035	And then your slattern housemaid swings her broom, And where''s your spider?
1035	And there''s nothing you can find Out there in the cold?
1035	And was I frantic?
1035	And we''ll miss him?
1035	And you tried One night last week?
1035	But a devil at each ear Will be a strain?
1035	But for all we give we get Mostly blows?
1035	But this one had his eyes and their foretelling, And he had you to fare with, and what else?
1035	But what of him-- So firm in every look and limb?
1035	Cassandra I heard one who said:"Verily, What word have I for children here?
1035	He sees me, and he does n''t seem to care; And why the devil should he?
1035	How am I to know myself until I make you smile?
1035	I say that because you need Ablution, being burned?
1035	Is this the music of the toys we shake So loud,--as if there might be no mistake Somewhere in our indomitable will?
1035	Look around-- you have n''t far To look-- and why be dumb?
1035	My burden?
1035	My name-- for that you fear?
1035	No offense to swine, as such, But why this hide- and- seek?
1035	Only-- what''s his name?--Remorse?
1035	Rather strong?
1035	Said I, by way of cheering him;"what ails ye?"
1035	Since when were men so tender, And honor so severe?
1035	Talk?
1035	The Clinging Vine"Be calm?
1035	Theophilus By what serene malevolence of names Had you the gift of yours, Theophilus?
1035	There''s a debt now on your mind More than any gold?
1035	Was I unpleasant?
1035	What broken link Withheld him from the destinies That came so near to being his?
1035	What evil and infirm perversity Had been at work with him to bring him back?
1035	What folly is here that has not yet a name Unless we say outright that we are liars?
1035	What have we seen beyond our sunset fires That lights again the way by which we came?
1035	What lingering bit of Belial, unforeseen, Survives and amplifies itself in you?
1035	What manner of devilry has ever been That your obliquity may never do?
1035	What small satanic sort of kink Was in his brain?
1035	What was he, and what was he not?
1035	What was he, when we came to sift His meaning, and to note the drift Of incommunicable ways That make us ponder while we praise?
1035	What was it that we never caught?
1035	Where was he going, this man against the sky?
1035	Where was it, if it ever was?
1035	Where''s that boy?
1035	Why scold then,--or complain?
1035	Why was it that his charm revealed Somehow the surface of a shield?
1035	Will you like me any better if I prove it and repent?"
1035	You ask us what Llewellyn saw, But why ask what may not be given?
1035	You never wrangle?
1035	You see no room for trial When all my doors are barred?
1035	You tried hard?
1035	You would share it?
1035	Your pride you ca n''t surrender?
29345	A thousand Christmas trees!--at what apiece?
29345	And leave the children?
29345	And ready for some more? 29345 And what is that?
29345	And yet you think you like it, dear?
29345	Asked why we let him? 29345 Before you drop the curtain-- I''m reminded: You recollect the boy who came out here To breathe the air one winter-- had a room Down at the Averys''?
29345	But I ask, What are you seeing out the window, lady?
29345	But how much better off are we as it is? 29345 But why when no one wants you to go on?
29345	Come, John,he said,"you want to see the wheel pit?"
29345	Did they make something lonesome go through you? 29345 Do n''t you a little?"
29345	Do n''t you hear something else?
29345	Had she been ringing long? 29345 Having found the flower and driven a bee away, I leaned my head, And holding by the stalk, I listened and I thought I caught the word-- What was it?
29345	He had the gift Of words, or is it tongues, I ought to say?
29345	I should n''t want to hurry you, Meserve, But if you''re going-- Say you''ll stay, you know? 29345 If it scares you, what will it do to us?"
29345	Or disregarding people''s civil questions-- What? 29345 Perhaps you never were?"
29345	Should n''t you like to know?
29345	Then an end?
29345	This life? 29345 Was ever such a man for seeing likeness?"
29345	Well, are n''t you? 29345 Well, what kind of a man Do you call that?"
29345	What do you hear?
29345	What do you make of it?
29345	What do you say it is?
29345	What is he doing out a night like this? 29345 What is this?"
29345	What kind of years?
29345	Where are n''t you nowadays And what''s the news you carry-- if you know? 29345 Where will I put this walnut bureau, lady?"
29345	Why, Lett, still up? 29345 Why, yes, I hear-- what is it?"
29345	Wo n''t you to please me? 29345 You here?"
29345	You think so, do you? 29345 And tell me where you''re off for-- Montreal? 29345 And then her voice came scraping slow:''Oh, you, Why did you let him go''?
29345	Another blackened face thrust in and looked And smiled, and when she did not turn, spoke gently,"What are you seeing out the window,_ lady_?"
29345	But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter- of- fact about the ice- storm( Now am I free to be poetical?)
29345	But if you shrink from being scared, What would you say to war if it should come?
29345	But that''s not saying-- Look, Fred Cole, it''s twelve, Is n''t it, now?
29345	But what good is my saying it over and over?
29345	But who first said the word to come?"
29345	Can you tell what time It is by that?
29345	Did she let on by any word she said She did n''t thank me?"
29345	Did you call me by my name?
29345	Divide it?
29345	Do n''t say I did n''t, for I heard you say-- You spoke from that flower on the window sill-- Do you remember what it was you said?"
29345	Do you know what she''s like?
29345	Have n''t you heard what we have lived to learn?
29345	Have we a piece of candle if the lamp And oil are buried out of reach?"
29345	Have you ever met her?
29345	He took no notice, did he?
29345	How can you help yourself?"
29345	How did you find the horses?"
29345	If I say please?
29345	Let wild fire loose we will....""And scare you too?"
29345	Me?
29345	Mrs. Cole''s voice came from an inner room:"Did she call you or you call her?"
29345	One day she asked her father To give her a garden plot To plant and tend and reap herself, And he said,"Why not?"
29345	Or by the moon?
29345	Our sitting here by lantern- light together Amid the wreckage of a former home?
29345	Shall I be counted less than they are?
29345	She would n''t go out doors?"
29345	Their number''s-- twenty- one?
29345	What did he come in for?--To talk and visit?
29345	What have you you know where to lay your hands on?"
29345	What shoulder did I see her over?
29345	What''ll you bet he ever calls again?"
29345	What_ did_ your wife say on the telephone?"
29345	Where would we be at last if that were so?
29345	Who cares?"
29345	Who else is there?"
29345	Why ca n''t he stay at home?"
29345	Why did I call him that?"
29345	Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?
29345	Why is there then No more to tell?
29345	Why would n''t I be scared remembering that?"
29345	You ca n''t hear whether she has left the door Wide open and the wind''s blown out the lamp And the fire''s died and the room''s dark and cold?"
29345	You did n''t count them?"
29345	You do n''t suppose--?
29345	You see the snow- white through the white of frost?
29345	You''re there, then!--And your wife?
29345	You''re there, then!--And your= wife?
16776	And Paul?
16776	Curse and forget her?
16776	The Beautiful Blue DanubeAnswered Through the Valley But One Guilo The Duet Little Queen Wherefore?
16776	Thou art not first?
16776	What play?
16776	Across the miles, does this wild war thrill you That is raging in my soul?
16776	Am I not all thine own?-- I, so long sought, so sighed for and so dear?
16776	And do I not live but for thee alone?
16776	And shall I miss it, dear?
16776	And what way Can life be seasoned after love doth pall?
16776	Are you not kind?
16776	Burn it?
16776	Changed?
16776	Do all that you borrow or beg or buy Prove to be nothing but skilful paste?
16776	Do you remember the name I wore-- The old pet- name of Little Queen-- In the dear, dead days that are no more, The happiest days of our lives, I ween?
16776	Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?
16776	Drown it?
16776	Have you found pleasure, as I found art, Not all- sufficient to fill your heart?
16776	Have you not been most kind?
16776	Have you thought the bitter of that last kiss Better than sweets of a later bliss?
16776	Have you, too, found that you could not supply The place of those jewels so rare and chaste?
16776	Heart, hast thou heard?"
16776	Hide it?
16776	How can I wait until you come to me?
16776	How can I wait?
16776	How can I wait?
16776	How can I wait?
16776	How can I wait?
16776	How can I wait?
16776	How can this wonder be?"
16776	How can we ask the human heart to stay Content with fancies of Youth''s earliest hours?
16776	How do you keep your young exultant glee?
16776	How does Love speak?
16776	How does Love speak?
16776	How does Love speak?
16776	How does Love speak?
16776	How does Love speak?
16776	I feast upon your face, I no more sing, How can I wait?
16776	If I had not been happy I were not sad; Though my salt is savorless, why complain?
16776	If Lippo( and not he alone) has taught The arts that please thee, wherefore art thou sad?
16776	Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
16776	Is it not love''s estate?
16776	Is it not stale, oh, very stale, to thee, The scene that follows?
16776	Is it so very strange That hearts, like all things underneath God''s skies Should sometimes feel the influence of change?
16776	Oh, does it not seem sometimes poor and weak?
16776	Oh, love, how can I wait Until the sunlight of your eyes shall shine Upon my world that seems so desolate?
16776	Riddles?
16776	Shall I tell you?
16776	Starve it?
16776	Sudden?
16776	Then why am I going?
16776	Until your hand- clasp warms my blood like wine; Until you come again, oh, love of mine, How can I wait?
16776	WHAT SHALL WE DO?
16776	Well, how has it been with you since we met That last strange time of a hundred times?
16776	Well, what of Paul?
16776	Well, what of that?
16776	Wert thou not blest?
16776	What could the meadow do but look and yearn, And gem its bosom to conceal despair?
16776	What could the mountain do but gaze and burn?
16776	What do the dead care, for the tender token-- The love, the praise, the floral offerings?
16776	What is it?
16776	What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart?
16776	What troubles thee?
16776	Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew, A healed wound opened, or the past revived?
16776	Wherewith can salt be salted?
16776	Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
16776	Why art thou sad, my Beppo?
16776	Why do we pity those who weep?
16776	Why do you gaze with such accusing eyes Upon me, dear?
16776	Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?
16776	Why should the old monopolize all praise?
16776	Why, when you question me like that, What answer can I find?
16776	You can not understand?
16776	You think I am speaking strangely?
16776	[ Illustration:"THAT BLESSES BUT ONCE WITH ITS PERFECT BLISS"] WHEREFORE?
16776	_ Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud__ His secret thought unto the listening crowd_?
16776	bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
16776	what care we?
52457	What makes ye look so anxious an''what makes ye speak so low?
52457	Where''s Reno?
52457	Why comest thou to the Prophet?
52457	Why do n''t he charge? 52457 Wish I was there, but I ca n''t get up-- I wonder if_ I''m_ a- dyin''?
52457	An''I grabbed his hand, an''says I to Bill,"Do n''t ye''member me?
52457	An''his foot come creepin''for''ards an''he tetched me with his boot An''he whispered low an''anxious, an says he:"Why do n''t ye shoot?''''
52457	An''what d''ye t''ink?
52457	De nights is long in de pilot- house?
52457	Den anodder one kicked me foot off-- see?
52457	Do n''t ye hear''em a- thumpin''the drums?"
52457	FAITH_ Being some words of counsel from an old Yankee to his son Bill when the latter is about to enter college._ Faith, Bill?
52457	God knows a man that p''ints so never orter hev no grub, What game are you expectin''fer t''slaughter with a club?"
52457	Heard ye?
52457	I''m yer father-- don''t ye know me?
52457	The sentry call?"
52457	Then there was silence, and Jesus was moved, so he spake to the woman:"Daughter, what grieves thee so sore?"
52457	WHISPERIN''BILL So ye''re runnin''fer Congress, mister?
52457	Well, now d''ye hear me speakin''?
52457	What makes the big trees shake an''groan as if they all had sinned?
52457	When I t''inks dat I never had no friends an''what am I livin''fer?
52457	Ye can stop a war in a minute, but when can ye stop the groans?
52457	You remember how ye used to wake an''cry, An''when I lit a candle how the bugaboos''u''d fly?
52457	[ Illustration: 0035]"What''s that like tumbled grave- stones on the hilltop there ahead?"
52457	did you ever hear of a man that lived that was hit in the head?
52457	do n''t the boy know his mother?"
52457	sez I,"what''s de matter wid you?
52457	what''s that so pesky-- why, it kind o''frightened me?"
52457	what''s that?
45294	Ah, where are all the children? 45294 Ah, would she smile on me like this And would she give me kiss for kiss If I could stand there at her side?"
45294	Are you telling the truth?
45294	But-- where''s my cloak? 45294 Pray, what are you doing, you rogue Willie- wee?"
45294	--And Willie?
45294	... And where''s the story, do you ask of me?
45294	And a piled- up glory is hard to express; And"What is Christmas?"
45294	And answering spake the children, As the dead might answer too:"But what for us, O master?
45294	And other birdies too?"
45294	And see the baby bumble- bees that tumble in the clover, And dangle from the tilted pinks and tipsy pimpernels?
45294	And shall you have it then?
45294	And still"What is Christmas?"
45294	Are you growing modest, do you think that I shall tire?
45294	Bear?
45294	Do any plums grow on it, or apples, or cherries?
45294	Do its roots stay deep down in the dark ground?
45294	Do robins and king- birds build nests in that tree?
45294	Do you fear that I shall go and look for something higher?
45294	Does it bloom out all over with flowers white as snow, As that tree does down there in our garden below?
45294	Does it grow, grow, grow, way up very high?
45294	How came I to hear them?
45294	How can I say?
45294	How depict the huge surprise Of some, at the very astonishing rise Of their real estate, shot off in the skies?
45294	If you climb to the top will your head bump the sky?
45294	Is not that good to do?"
45294	Is this a time for sorrow?
45294	Meanwhile-- but how can I hope to tell Half that to my friends befell On the shattered and scattered shell?
45294	Or any good nuts, or pretty red berries?
45294	She tried to speak: some word she said Of all her troubled doubt and dread, Some childish word--"what would they do?"
45294	This may be good for you;"But how is our Christmas coming Out of a wise machine?
45294	What kind of a tree is a Chrissermus- tree?"
45294	What think you of this?
45294	Who shall tell it, then?
45294	how can you bear it, To drone at your spinning here?
45294	my sweet Willie- wee?"
45294	|AND where''s the Land of Used- to- be, does little baby wonder?
45294	|HOW does life look behind the Hill?
45294	|MAMMA, what is Christmas?"
59474	And everybody saying how late the Spring is?
59474	And if the man were not her spirit''s mate, Why was her body sluggish with desire?
59474	And in the hard wee gardens Such pleasant men would hoe:"Sir, may we touch the little girl''s hair?"
59474	And so it was she came at length to ask: How came the soda there?
59474	And where is the voice that I heard crying?
59474	And where is the voice that I heard crying?
59474	And where is the voice that I heard crying?
59474	And why should I be cold, my lad, And why should you repine, Because I love a dark head That never will be mine?
59474	But there was I, a great boy, And what would folks say To hear my mother singing me To sleep all day, In such a daft way?
59474	Do n''t you know how to walk?
59474	IV- XII WHAT''S THIS OF DEATH What''s this of death, from you who never will die?
59474	IV- XVI LORD ARCHER, DEATH Lord Archer, Death, whom sent you in your stead?
59474	Or are you sick of shadows and would climb A while to light, a while detaining him?
59474	Or is it rather that impairing Time Renders yourself so random, or so dim?
59474	Tell me, what is the name of the highest mountain?
59474	The sugar here?
59474	Think you can bear it?
59474	Want me to tell you?
59474	What faltering prentice fumbled at your bow, That now should wander with the insanguine dead In whom forever the bright blood must flow?
59474	Where is the voice that I heard crying?
59474	Why do I remember you As a singing bird?
59474	You know how cold the days are still?
59474	_"Is something the matter, dear,"she said,__"That you sit at your work so silently?
30830	All, all is vanity,the preacher sighs; And in this world what has more right than Wrong?
30830	''But the Touchmenot?''
30830	And could this be the land that we Had sought for soon and late?
30830	And from the heights blow sweet the air Of Love''s divine retreat?
30830	And mercy for the soul within?
30830	Art trumpeter of Dwarfland?
30830	As sunbeams know, that urge the sap and pith Through hearts of trees?
30830	CAN SUCH THINGS BE?
30830	First I asked the honey- bee, Busy in the balmy bowers; Saying,"Sweetheart, tell it me: Have you seen her, honey- bee?
30830	How came your image there?
30830	How long must I await With night,--that all impatience is,-- Thy greeting at the gate, And at the gate thy kiss?
30830	Is it forgiveness for her sin, She asks of Christ upon the Cross?
30830	Know''st it indeed?
30830	Know''st it indeed?
30830	Know''st it indeed?
30830	Know''st thou the house?
30830	Know''st thou the mountain and its cloud- built bridge?
30830	Next I asked the evening sky, Hanging out its lamps of fire; Saying,"Loved one, passed she by?
30830	Or bell- ringer of Elfland?
30830	Said I to Love:"What must I do, All in the summer gloaming?"
30830	Said I to Love:"What must I do, All in the summer nooning?"
30830	Said I to Love:"What must I do?
30830	Said I to Love:"What must I do?
30830	Said I to Love:"What must I do?
30830	Said I to Love:"What must I do?
30830	She to whom both love and duty Bind me, yea, immortally.-- Where is she?
30830	Simply to know The disappointment, the despair and woe Of effort here below?
30830	Some lives need less than others.--Who can ever Say truly"Thou art mine,"of Happiness?
30830	Than aye to bleed, To strain and strive, to toil in thought and deed, And nevermore succeed?
30830	The love of a man is transitory.-- What do you know of his past?
30830	Then I asked the forest- bird, Warbling to the woodland waters; Saying,"Dearest, have you heard, Have you heard her, forest- bird?
30830	Then a voice,--above or under Earth,--against her seemed to thunder Questions, wherein was repeated,"Christ or Cain?"
30830	Then gazing in my eyes, she smiled:"When did''st thou die?"
30830	These things are changed, but is her heart, her heart?"
30830	Those Islands of the Blest, the fair, Where we had hoped to ease our care And end the fight with fate?
30830	Upon his cheeks-- Is it the streaks Of rain, as now the old porch creaks Beneath his stride?
30830	Were it, at least, Not better to have sat at Circe''s feast, If afterwards a beast?
30830	What harlequin mood of nature qualified Him so with happiness?
30830	What is this thing she begs of him, The gentle Christ upon the Cross?
30830	What legends do the dawns Inscribe in fire on Heaven''s azure leaves, The red sun colophons?__ What ancient Stories do the waters verse?
30830	What legends do the dawns Inscribe in fire on Heaven''s azure leaves, The red sun colophons?__ What ancient Stories do the waters verse?
30830	What part, O man, is yours in such?
30830	What shall I do?
30830	What shall I do?
30830	What shall I do?
30830	What shelter could you give me, now, that blame And loathing would not share?
30830	What spell dost bear from listening plant to plant, Like some white witch, some ghostly ministrant, Some spectre of some perished flower of phlox?
30830	When will the white moons cease to glare, The red suns veil their heat?
30830	Where is she?
30830	Where now the blue, blue flags?
30830	Where the South''s Wild morning- glories, rich in hues, that hint At coming showers that the rainbows tint?
30830	Where the sweet- breathed mint, That made the brook- bank herby?
30830	Wherein Sin sat not with her face of flame?
30830	Why hath God put Great longings in some souls and straightway shut All doors of their clay hut?
30830	Why have you come?
30830	Why speak of Giamschid rubies Whence rosy starlight drips?
30830	Why speak of pearls of Oman That shells of ocean sheathe?
30830	Why tell me of the sapphires That Kings and Khalifs prize?
30830	ah, where is she?
30830	ah, where is she?
30830	and limbed him with Such young activity as winds, that ride The ripples, have, that dance on every side?
30830	and"God or beast?"
30830	does thy horn Inform the gnomes and goblins of the hour When they may gambol under haw and thorn, Straddling each winking web and twinkling flower?
30830	how could this thing be?
30830	that wolves of vice Would not besiege with eyes of glaring ice?
30830	the flow''rs whose mouths Are moist and musky?
30830	to see me in my shame?
30830	to the grave of the beautiful The strong sun cried,"Why art thou dull?
30830	to toil-- for what?
30830	what can I do?"
30830	what can I do?"
30830	what can I do?"
30830	whose tall tower The liriodendron is?
30830	you, who haunt the solitudes With witch- like wailings?
591	Did You Never Know?
591	Is she unhappy?
591	What Do I Care?
591	--People in the restless street, Can it be, oh can it be In the meeting of our eyes That you know as much of me?
591	Contents I Blue Squills Stars"What Do I Care?"
591	Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me-- That your love would never lessen and never go?
591	Earth is hostile and the sea hostile, Why do I look for a place to rest?
591	I have grown wise at last-- but how Can I hide the gleam on the willow- bough, Or keep the fragrance out of the rain Now that April is here again?
591	Lost Things Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, But how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars?
591	Lovely Chance O lovely chance, what can I do To give my gratefulness to you?
591	Now the slow moon brightens in heaven, The stars are ready, the night is here-- Oh why must I lose myself to love you, My dear?
591	Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you,--oh what have I That I can give you in return-- Except my body after I die?
591	Only in sleep Time is forgotten-- What may have come to them, who can know?
591	Pain Waves are the sea''s white daughters, And raindrops the children of rain, But why for my shimmering body Have I a mother like Pain?
591	The first star pricks as sharp as steel-- Why am I suddenly so cold?
591	The rest may die-- but is there not Some shining strange escape for me Who sought in Beauty the bright wine Of immortality?
591	What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all?
591	What has man done that only he Is slave to death-- so brutally Beaten back into the earth Impatient for him since his birth?
591	When maples stand in a haze of fire What can I say to the old desire, What shall I do with the joy in me That is born out of agony?
16341	''Tis only the torrent-- but why that start?
16341	A maiden watching the moon she loves, At the twilight hour, with pensive eyes?
16341	And China bloom at best is sorry food?
16341	And Rowland''s Kalydor, if laid on thick, Poisons the thirsty wretch that bores for blood?
16341	And hotter grew the air, and hollower grew The deep- worn path, and horror- struck, I thought, Where will this dreary passage lead me to?
16341	And what if cheerful shouts at noon Come, from the village sent, Or songs of maids, beneath the moon With fairy laughter blent?
16341	And what if, in the evening light, Betrothed lovers walk in sight Of my low monument?
16341	Are they here-- The dead of other days?--and did the dust Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion?
16341	But the good-- Does he whom thy kind hand dismissed to peace, Upbraid the gentle violence that took off His fetters, and unbarred his prison cell?
16341	But where is she who, at this calm hour, Ever watched his coming to see?
16341	But who shall bide thy tempest, who shall face The blast that wakes the fury of the sea?
16341	But why should the bodiless soul be sent Far off, to a long, long banishment?
16341	But ye, who for the living lost That agony in secret bear, Who shall with soothing words accost The strength of your despair?
16341	Could I give up the hopes that glow In prospect like Elysian isles; And let the cheerful future go, With all her promises and smiles?
16341	Do not the bright June roses blow, To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
16341	Does prodigal Autumn, to our age, deny The plenty that once swelled beneath his sober eye?
16341	Dost thou idly ask to hear At what gentle seasons Nymphs relent, when lovers near Press the tenderest reasons?
16341	For whom are those glorious chambers wrought, In the cold and cloudless night?
16341	Goest thou to build an early name, Or early in the task to die?
16341	Haply shall these green hills Sink, with the lapse of years, into the gulf Of ocean waters, and thy source be lost Amidst the bitter brine?
16341	Hast thou not glimpses, in the twilight here, Of mountains where immortal morn prevails?
16341	Hearest thou that bird?"
16341	His rifle on his shoulder placed, His stores of death arranged with skill, His moccasins and snow- shoes laced,-- Why lingers he beside the hill?
16341	How could he rest?
16341	How thought and feeling flowed like light, Through ranks of being without bound?
16341	Is it that in his caves He hears me?
16341	Is not thy home among the flowers?
16341	Is that a being of life, that moves Where the crystal battlements rise?
16341	Is there neither spirit nor motion of thought In forms so lovely, and hues so bright?
16341	Is there no other change for thee, that lurks Among the future ages?
16341	Let in through all the trees Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright?
16341	My name on earth was ever in thy prayer, Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven?
16341	Or do the portals of another life Even now, while I am glorying in my strength, Impend around me?
16341	Or shall the years Push me, with soft and inoffensive pace, Into the stilly twilight of my age?
16341	Or shall they rise, Upheaved in broken cliffs and airy peaks, Haunts of the eagle and the snake, and thou Gush midway from the bare and barren steep?
16341	Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?
16341	So shalt thou rest--- and what, if thou withdraw Unheeded by the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure?
16341	That bearest, silently, this visible scene Into night''s shadow and the streaming rays Of starlight, whither art thou bearing me?
16341	That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given?
16341	The second morn is risen, and now the third is come; Where stays the Count of Greiers?
16341	The whelming flood, or the renewing fire, Or the slow change of time?
16341	Then rose another hoary man and said, In faltering accents, to that weeping train,"Why mourn ye that our aged friend is dead?
16341	Then-- who shall tell how deep, how bright The abyss of glory opened round?
16341	They change-- but thou, Lisena, Art cold while I complain: Why to thy lover only Should spring return in vain?
16341	This long dull road, so narrow, deep, and hot?
16341	Thou''rt welcome to the town-- but why come here To bleed a brother poet, gaunt like thee?
16341	Thy golden fortunes, tower they now, Or melt the glittering spires in air?
16341	V. Has Nature, in her calm, majestic march Faltered with age at last?
16341	Was that a garment which seemed to gleam Betwixt the eye and the falling stream?
16341	What gleams upon its finger?
16341	What sayst thou-- slanderer!--rouge makes thee sick?
16341	What then shall cleanse thy bosom, gentle Earth From all its painful memories of guilt?
16341	When we descend to dust again, Where will the final dwelling be Of Thought and all its memories then, My love for thee, and thine for me?
16341	Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
16341	Where now the solemn shade, Verdure and gloom where many branches meet; So grateful, when the noon of summer made The valleys sick with heat?
16341	Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
16341	Who is now fluttering in thy snare?
16341	Who next, of those I love, Shall pass from life, or, sadder yet, shall fall From virtue?
16341	Who of this crowd to- night shall tread The dance till daylight gleam again?
16341	Who sorrow o''er the untimely dead?
16341	Who writhe in throes of mortal pain?
16341	Why gazes the youth with a throbbing heart?
16341	Why rocked they not my cradle in that delicious spot, That garden of the happy, where Heaven endures me not?
16341	Why should I guard from wind and sun This cheek, whose virgin rose is fled?
16341	Why should I pore upon them?
16341	Why so slow, Gentle and voluble spirit of the air?
16341	Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve, When but a fount the morning found thee?
16341	Will not man Seek out strange arts to wither and deform The pleasant landscape which thou makest green?
16341	Will not thy own meek heart demand me there?
16341	a newer page In the great record of the world is thine; Shall it be fairer?
16341	do I hear thy slender voice complain?
16341	do ye not behold His ample robes on the wind unrolled?
16341	does the bright sun Grow dim in heaven?
16341	dost thou too sorrow for the past Like man thy offspring?
16341	for whose love I die, Who gazes on thy smiles while I despair?
16341	has he forgot his home?
16341	how could I forget Its causes were around me yet?
16341	or, in their far blue arch, Sparkle the crowd of stars, when day is done, Less brightly?
16341	when the dew- lipped Spring comes on, Breathes she with airs less soft, or scents the sky With flowers less fair than when her reign begun?
16341	who will care For steeds or footmen now?
16341	why that sound of woe?
16341	will he quench the ray Infused by his own forming smile at first, And leave a work so fair all blighted and accursed?
15553	Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me?
15553	The ill- timed truth we might have kept-- Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? 15553 What shall I say, brave Adm''ral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?"
15553	Where are you going, and what do you wish?
15553	A ghost of a dawn, and pale, and weak,--"Has the sun a heart,"I said,"To throw a morning flush on the cheek Whence a fairer flush has fled?"
15553	All red with joy the waiting west, O little swallow, Couldst thou tell me which road is best?
15553	Along the shady road I look-- Who''s coming now across the brook?
15553	And what to her is now the boy Who fed her father''s kine?
15553	Band it all in one; 75 What may we take into the vast Forever?
15553	Brave Adm''ral speak,--what shall I say?"
15553	Brave Adm''ral, say but one good word,-- What shall we do when hope is gone?"
15553	Can Summer fill the icy cup, Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter''s?
15553	Can its embers burn below All that chill December snow?
15553	Care you still soft hands to press, Bonny heads to smooth and bless?
15553	Doth my heart overween?
15553	Faithful if this wan image be, No dream his life was,--but a fight; Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite?
15553	Go''st thou to build an early name, Or early in the task to die?
15553	Has no man seen The king?"
15553	Have I heard, have I seen All I feel and I know?
15553	Have we not from the earth drawn juices Too fine for earth''s sordid uses?
15553	How have you heart for any tune, You with the wayworn russet shoon?
15553	Howe_ 108 Be Thou a Bird, My Soul_(?
15553	I hear the church- bells ring, Oh, say, what may it be?"
15553	I hear the sound of guns, Oh, say, what may it be?"
15553	I see a gleaming light, Oh, say, what may it be?"
15553	I see her face, I hear her voice: Does she remember mine?
15553	I thought the goddess cold, austere, Not made for love''s despairs and blisses: Did Pallas wear her hair like that?
15553	If any, born of kindlier blood, Should ask, What maiden lies below?
15553	Is it the voice of worlds and isles that wait While old earth crumbles to eternal rest, Or some hoar monster calling to his mate?
15553	May I not weep with you?
15553	Minerva?
15553	O lady dear, hast thou no fear?
15553	O messenger, art thou the king, or I?
15553	O my life, have we not had seasons That only said,"Live and rejoice?"
15553	ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER?
15553	Oh, the ships of Greece and the ships of Tyre Went out, and where are they?
15553	Oh, what''s the way to Arcady?
15553	Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor, When the horn is on the hill?
15553	Or could it have been Long ago?
15553	Plashings-- or is it the pinewood''s whispers, Babble of brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green?
15553	Prithee tell me, Dimple- Chin, At what age does Love begin?
15553	See what a smile their red lips wear; To lay them living wilt thou dare Into a grave?
15553	Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean- side?
15553	She kissed the lips of kith and kin, She laid her hand in mine: What more could ask the bashful boy Who fed her father''s kine?
15553	Tell, oh, tell me, Grizzled- Face, Do your heart and head keep pace?
15553	That asked not for causes and reasons, But made us all feeling and voice?
15553	The Earth has drunk the vintage up; What boots it patch the goblet''s splinters?
15553	The angel raised his hand and looked and said,"Which world, of all yon starry myriad Shall we make wing to?"
15553	The word we had not sense to say-- Who knows how grandly it had rung?
15553	Thy golden fortunes, tower they now, Or melt the glittering spires in air?
15553	To that cold Ghibelline''s gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heavenly light, In circles of eternal flame?
15553	Was Wisdom''s mouth so shaped for kisses?
15553	Was he glad or sad, Who knew to carve in such a fashion?
15553	What can we bear beyond the unknown portal?
15553	What cares he?
15553	What cares he?
15553	What cares he?
15553	What cares he?
15553	What cares she that the orioles build For other eyes than ours,-- That other hands with nuts are filled, And other laps with flowers?
15553	What is social company But a babbling summer stream?
15553	What is the shame that clothes the skin To the nameless horror that lives within?
15553	What love have you to lead you there, To Arcady, to Arcady?
15553	What matter To win or to lose the whole,"As judged by the little judges Who hearken not well, nor see?
15553	What may we take into the vast Forever?
15553	What our wise philosophy But the glancing of a dream?
15553	What to him are all our wars, What but death bemocking folly?
15553	What to him is friend or foeman, Rise of moon, or set of sun, Hand of man, or kiss of woman?
15553	What would the great world lose, I wonder-- Would it be missed or no-- If we stayed in the opal morning, Floating forever so?
15553	When does Love give up the chase?
15553	When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire?
15553	When we went with the winds in their blowing, When Nature and we were peers, And we seemed to share in the flowing Of the inexhaustible years?
15553	Whispered the king,"Shall I know when Before_ his_ throne I stand?"
15553	Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
15553	Who can tell How he fares, or answer well What the little one has found Since he left us, outward bound?
15553	Who from India''s distant wave For thee those pearly treasures drew?
15553	Who from yonder orient sky Stole the morning of thine eye?
15553	Who has robbed the ocean cave, To tinge thy lips with coral hue?
15553	Who is now fluttering in thy snare?
15553	Who now reads"The Simple Cobbler of Agawam in America,""The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America,""The Day of Doom,""M''Fingal,"or"The Columbiad?"
15553	Who of this crowd to- night shall tread The dance till daylight gleam again?
15553	Who sorrow o''er the untimely dead?
15553	Who was he?
15553	Who writhe in throes of mortal pain?
15553	Why and what art thou dreaming here?
15553	Why should we?"
15553	You gwine t''have to- morrer sho''?
15553	[ 16] Do you remember, father,-- It seems so long ago,-- The day we fished together Along the Pocono?
15553	_''Tis strange you can not sing_( quoth he),_ The folk all sing in Arcady._ But how may he find Arcady Who hath not youth nor melody?
15553	at last he cried,--"What to me is this noisy ride?
15553	can it be right, This window open to the night?
15553	does not the baby this way bring, To lay beside this severed curl, Some starry offering Of chrysolite or pearl?
15553	what shall I do?
15553	whippoorwill!_"Sad and shrill,--"_whippoorwill!_"What did I know of trouble?
46827	''_ HÉLAS--Why sittest thou, O Muse, in grief enfolden?
46827	--There is no use to sing; she is not to be sung; What mortal praise can come unto her glory near?
46827	--Why dost thou these things?
46827	AUBADE The lady awoke before the cold gray dawn, And had no joy thereof;--What joy is mine of all the joy of love, When love is gone?
46827	And I-- O thou whose nakedness doth show Like one not in the womb to fulness brought, Why are all things that are; if thou dost know?
46827	At last I think I am quite tired of beauty; Why do the stars shine always in the sky?
46827	How long now shall your scent defile the wind?
46827	How long shall This cease not to beck and nod How long shall This cease not to rot and rot?
46827	How long shall you make vile the earth''s wide floor?
46827	How long, O God, shall these dead corpses rave?
46827	How long, how long, O waiting ages hoar, Shall the white dawn their gaping faces find?
46827	Is it so sweet a thing, this love, this love?
46827	It knows not, It; Why seek for truth among the low insane?
46827	Knowst thou the land, beloved?
46827	Lo, I that walk in the flower crown''d season of youthfulness golden, Think ye that all things my gladness can slay?
46827	Lo, now our lips are cold, Wilt thou not bring new joy, O Death, O Death?
46827	O moon- fac''d love that by the sacred stream reclinest, Hath this world anything for which in vain thou pinest?
46827	O rose- garden wherein my roses grew, O odorous dim ways, Why are ye strange to me as perish''d days, And cold with dew?
46827	O vile and simple, blind of heart and mind, When shall your last wave roll forevermore Back from the sick and long- defiled shore?
46827	Soul, is there anything now left for thee Excepting sanctity?
46827	Then one thereby to me-- Why art thou fain Knowledge to have from It?
46827	They say that those thou lovedst were not men, O goat- face-- Shall I say what was thy death?
46827	When shall the earth be clean of humankind?
46827	When shall the grave the last dead carcass bind?
46827	When shall the sky cease to behold this death?
46827	When shall your rottenness be buried?
46827	Why doth he this?
46827	_ Therefore_ perhaps, thou art so early dead?
46827	_''N''est- elle pas l''oasis où tu rêves et la gourde__ Où tu humes à longs traits le vin du souvenir?
46827	and in this fetid tomb Sitteth he here in madness evermore?
46827	why, O why?
7390	Does any man presume?-- Toadstool?
7390	Leeches, for instance,--pleasing creatures quite; Try them,--and bless you,--don''t you find they bite?
7390	Now when a doctor''s patients are perplexed, A consultation comes in order next-- You know what that is?
7390	What''s the man about?
7390	Where is his seat?
7390	Why ca n''t a fellow hear the fine things said About a fellow when a fellow''s dead?
7390	Why, for pity''s sake, Not try an adder or a rattlesnake?
7390	Why, who am I, to lift me here And beg such learned folk to listen, To ask a smile, or coax a tear Beneath these stoic lids to glisten?
7390	do n''t they charm the sick?
7390	the folks all mad with joy Each fond, pale mother thinking of her boy; Old gray- haired fathers meeting--"Have-- you-- heard?"
42392	How have you come, why have you come To mean so much to me?
42392	Now fellers, w''at''s the answer, say? 42392 ***** I wonder if I''d stayed up town, Cut out the dope, kept worry down, Stayed right at work, not had a drink-- Would I have Flu? 42392 ***** My story you''ve heard-- well, then, just one word:-- Is anyone now within sight? 42392 74 The Evening Bath 76 The Dirty- Neck Policeman and the Black Hand 78 Do You Believe in Santa Claus? 42392 A girl that''s fat? 42392 Am I an ogre fierce and wild With looks and mien ferocious That cause to cling unto its roof The tongue of this precocious? 42392 And so goes on the battle Between Myself and Me-- Old Satan pulling fiercely''gainst Respectability? 42392 And what, dear, do you reckon my fancy''d bring to view? 42392 And why fear death-- eternal life? 42392 And words of comfort, love and cheer Are all not slow in giving? 42392 Appreciation''s most sincere, But I''ll no longer lie-- Pray be a sport and tell me quick: What is the thing?--and why? 42392 Are you serious, poor rookie, Or are you making fun? 42392 But listen, please, and ponder: What would it mean if speech meant thought? 42392 But quit it? 42392 But will somebody answer: How much is said that tends to help Despondent fellow- man, sir? 42392 DO YOU BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS? 42392 Dis lovin''gag Do n''t make no hit wid me; I''ve went de route and ought ter know-- Fer, ai n''t I married? 42392 Do You Believe in Santa Claus? 42392 Don''tcher know he''s jest a fake, And nothin''''cept our pas? 42392 Exit Cooky Our queasy queen of the cuisine A queer, querulous creature has long been; In her quite quiet way she quickly quit on Sunday-- Quid est? 42392 Explain, what is the matter? 42392 Hear now the last word that I''ll say:_ You break my rules-- then you must pay!_Ol''Miss Propri''ty, who are you That you should tell us what to do?
42392	How come her pa do n''t take a hand An''call''em down to beat the band?''
42392	How''s Mother?
42392	I try to read-- but really, what''s the use?
42392	I wonder if they stop to think How soon the war''d be won If sons of theirs showed half the fear That they of late have done?
42392	I''d like to talk of lots of things-- But ai n''t my ma the limit?
42392	I_ needed_ skates-- why did I_ get_ A suit of underwear?
42392	Is this true?
42392	It is Thanksgiving, 1917._ Am I thankful?
42392	Life''s road is rough-- but what of that?
42392	Lotus Eating In the land of In- a- minute, the land of Lots- of- time, The land of What''s- the- hurry?
42392	No lap, no waist Nor high nor low; An oozing mass When weather''s hot-- You like this type?
42392	Now could you love, obey-- and such?
42392	O little maid, dear, dearest maid, Should you be lost to me Were I to wake and straightway go And tell my love to thee?
42392	Ol''Miss, if true I love this maid Should I go slow and be afraid Of what the neighbor- folk will say?
42392	One hand, two, or arms?
42392	Our meeting, her greeting--.... O what will it be?
42392	Propriety, Convention-- these Are how determined, if you please?
42392	Quid nunc?
42392	She starts her tongue-- so what''s the use?
42392	So, why not chirk up just a bit And say good- bye to fear?
42392	Sweet girls, whom I have lov''d-- and lost-- Loved?
42392	The Kid?
42392	The Old Man says,"Mere bagatelle, Why should a fawther care?"
42392	Then why not I?
42392	What do you think?
42392	What matter, pray, if streaks run''round the neck And dirt be under nails, about a peck?
42392	What of troubles Lately past?
42392	What powers or aid could I invoke?
42392	When he''s at home, so I am told, It''s talk, talk, talk, and chatter; When I''m around, why is he dumb?
42392	Who would be dumb, I wonder?
42392	Why bluff and play that grief''s not real?
42392	Why blush to shed a tear?
42392	Why will they act as though they thought Swift Death were lurking near?
42392	Wrong Prescription Tell me, please, sir, Mr. Captain-- It''s advice I''m lookin''fer-- Is it true carbolic acid Is good for cooties, sir?
42392	You''ve found me easy, have you lad?
42392	[ Illustration] Fear Not Why will so many people now Give way to frenzied fear?
42392	[ Illustration] Strictly Proper Ol''Miss Propri''ty up an''say:"Why will you chilluns ack this way?
42392	is what they say; But is n''t it enough To say,"Dear Girl, I sure am yours Until the wheels fall off?"
40598	''Too early?'' 40598 And whose are all these babies here?
40598	Can the little kid talk?
40598	Houseless and homeless?
40598	How daredst thou kill the raven,-- The better man of two?
40598	Mother, what are those restless flames That close by the window pass?
40598	Oh, listen, what are those shuddering cries,-- Mother, what can they be?
40598	What charge against the prisoner, clerk?
40598	Why-- we-- oh, do n''t you know?
40598	Will they at vespers be, on Holy Night? 40598 ( Do not ask me_ why?_ or_ how?_--) But the thrushes, with a cheer, Took that nest from off the bough--Quip- a- quip- a- quip- a- queer!
40598	***** Little one, little one, wherefore that sigh?
40598	A WATER LILY Did I behold the Lady of the Lake Part the cool water with a slender hand?
40598	And brought she for her loved knight errant''s sake Out of some liquid crypt the magic brand?
40598	And why can not you two play fair?
40598	And why did she keep so still?
40598	And will they stop and see the little shrine Where Jesus lies beneath the Star''s true light, As when, at first, they found him by that sign?"
40598	And--"Aweel, aweel, where hae ye been?"
40598	As I close my story I hear a sigh, The curly head closer nestles, and then, In a sad little voice,"How many are I?"
40598	Black- cap, madcap, In the snow and sleet, What have you to eat?
40598	Black- cap, madcap, Whither will you go, Now the storm- winds blow?
40598	But how shall I the wonder of it tell?
40598	Comes that dream from fairyland, Blown about in wondrous ways, Like a skein of gossamer fanned By a troop of laughing fays?
40598	Did they bring, perchance, good fortune( As they brought their owners joy)?
40598	Do I guess aright?--it is coming night, And you cry for the old-- you are tired of the new?
40598	Do not ask me_ how?_ or_ why?_-- But the thrush''s children, too, Perched around, began to cry,"Oh, whatever shall we do?"
40598	Do not ask me_ how?_ or_ why?_-- But the thrush''s children, too, Perched around, began to cry,"Oh, whatever shall we do?"
40598	Do not ask me_ why?_ or_ how?_-- But his mate did sorely grieve:"My dear nest upon this bough It will break my heart to leave!"
40598	HOLLY AND MISTLETOE Said the Holly to the Mistletoe:"Of this holy- tide what canst know,-- Thou a pagan-- thou Of the leafless bough?
40598	Her gifts at every door she leaves; She bends, and murmurs low, Above each little face half- hid By pillows white as snow:"And is He here?"
40598	How dim was the light!--yet why should he fear?
40598	Is that dream of field or wood, Mossy bank, or violet dell, Thrush''s nest, with downy brood Lately prisoned in the shell?
40598	MOTHER FUR I wonder what charm there can be in fur?
40598	Now what is this, good Bounce, good Tip, That mars your perfect fellowship?
40598	Old Servant rubs her eyes, then smiles thoughtfully, and settles back in easy- chair_ THE SAVING OF JACK_ An East Side Incident_"Whose dog is Jack?"
40598	Or, upon some elfin brook, Wing of dragon- fly for sail, Passing many a wildflower nook Did it drift so light and frail?
40598	She hears a knocking at the door: So late-- who can it be?
40598	She never turned her little head, With all its curly, yellow hair: I asked,"What are you doing there?"
40598	She smiled-- the pansy- faces smiled Through tears-- or was it morning dew?
40598	She''s very good-- my mamma is-- Please, wo n''t you let her go?"
40598	THE CHICKADEE Black- cap, madcap, Never tired of play, What''s the news to- day?
40598	THE CRADLE- CHILD Forgotten, in a chamber lone, The hooded Cradle, brown and old, Began to rock, began to moan,"Where are the babes I used to hold?"
40598	THE GOOD BY When the Little Girl said Good by, At the turn of the road, on the hill, Was there a tear in her eye?
40598	THE MOVING OF THE NEST Do not ask me_ why?_ or_ how?_-- All in Fairyland it chanced, As the leaves upon the bough In the autumn breezes danced!
40598	The leaden- footed time how shall we bide?
40598	Was there a tear in her eye?
40598	We had to teach her how to play"high spy"; She came to see us,--called our house"_ a flat_"-- I wonder now-- what_ could_ she mean by that?
40598	Weary of playing the long day through?
40598	What could it mean?
40598	What did it mean?
40598	Why not wander on together, Through the bright or cloudy weather?"
40598	Why not wander on together, Through the bright or cloudy weather?"
40598	just now-- and where?
40598	that each and all Believe''tis their mother, and hasten to her?
40598	to build and to brood her nest?
41955	And shall we turn aside,he said,"Or dare this hell?"
41955	A bride, or not a bride?
41955	A captive?
41955	A prison''d bird to sing?
41955	A thing To love?
41955	And dark- eyed Ina?
41955	And had he fled with bloody hand?
41955	And had the mad pursuer kept His path, and cherished his pursuit?
41955	And what her thought?
41955	And whence came he?
41955	And who is he that leads them here, And breaks the hush of wave and wood?
41955	And who of all the world was she?
41955	And who was she, the strong man''s pride?
41955	And who, that loveth woman well, Is wholly bad?
41955	And why did these same sunburnt men Let Morgan gain the plain, and then Pursue him to the utter sea?
41955	Blew south- sea breeze or north- sea breeze?
41955	Brave Jesuit or bold buccaneer?
41955	Bride, or not a bride?
41955	But what and who was she, the fair?
41955	But where?
41955	Came Trojan ship or ships of Greece?
41955	Came decks dark- mann''d from sultry Ind, Woo''d here by spacious wooing wind?
41955	Came here strong ships of Solomon In quest of Ophir by Cathay?...
41955	Comes he for evil or for good?
41955	For when has Morgan seen her smile?
41955	Hast seen Missouri cleave the wood In sounding whirlpools to the sea?
41955	How could we learn less?
41955	How shall we count your proud bequest?
41955	Old Morgan left his cabin door, And one sat watching as of yore; But why turned Morgan''s face as white As his white beard?
41955	Or had he loved some Helen fair, And battling lost both land and town?
41955	Say, did he see his walls go down, Then choose from all his treasures there This love, and seek some other land?
41955	Shall I return to you once more?
41955	Shall shape a reed and pipe of yore And wake old melodies made new, And thrill thine leaf- land through and through?
41955	Shall sit and sing by your deep shore?
41955	Shall take occasion by the throat And thrill with wild Æolian note?
41955	She has a thousand busy birds; And is she happy in her isle, With all her feathered friends and herds?
41955	So like a grand, sweet woman, when A great love moves her soul to men?
41955	Sought Jason here the golden fleece?
41955	Was it of love?
41955	What banners stream''d above these seas?
41955	What captain knew The straits that led to lands like these?
41955	What dim ghosts hover on thy rim, What stately- manner''d shadows swim Along thy gleaming waste of sands And shoreless limits of dead lands?
41955	What has thine hidden hand in store For mine, to- morrow, and for me?
41955	What is the good That we go on still fashioning Great iron ships or walls of wood, High masts of oak, or any thing?
41955	What man stood by and understood?
41955	What soul hath known such majesty?
41955	What spiced winds whistled through this sail?
41955	What would he have?
41955	Who hath worn Since time began a face that is So all- enduring, old like this-- A face like Africa''s?
41955	Who shall say: My father rear''d a pyramid; My brother clipp''d the dragon''s wings; My mother was Semiramis?
41955	Who trod these decks?
41955	Yet not one soft word could she say: What did she think of all that day?
41955	Yet while I was going on, working so in silence, what were the things she said of me?
41955	and when, and why?
41955	her life unsaid?
41955	of hate?
41955	of him, The tall, dark Southerner?
41955	what does he seek?
41955	what hast thou In store to make me bear the now?
41955	what need of reasons here?
41955	why not defy?
59739	Who controls his fate? 59739 And I thought, will it be like that on the coast of my setting, mast and sun obscured by fact? 59739 Can a man set his house in order just to die? 59739 Cracked like their hands and cups, who knew when its seams would give? 59739 DIARY Returning miles of space, can you find the precise hour, travel through that day, locate the very moment ago, there? 59739 Fog or shadow of God maybe, who walks and whispers so close to me? 59739 Had he pawned his soul to find refuge in rocks and let a waterfall drain in a sinkhole? 59739 How can I reproach him, I who am shepherd and watchman, and as ignorant and dumb? 59739 How many deaths do we need to prove it? 59739 I ask, who can see God''s eye? 59739 If soap and water clean could make a man feel holy, what use would the devil''s mirror be? 59739 Shall we find a snakeless Eden and with the apples unforbidden begin our second exodus, from Paradise? 59739 Such logic of conscience may well be envied-- for who can dispute what can not be questioned or proved? 59739 THE UNDERSTANDING What is it you want? 59739 The trunk arrives, departs: hotel, depot, airport, pier, with sticker seals to mark the sights and tag the route, remember where? 59739 Was she never to be spared from questions rooted in the past? 59739 We watch, we sleep, our dream a toylike thing that wakes and wonders--- whose will, which force? 59739 What is it? 59739 What pilot navigates our course through a finite but expanding void no almanac explains or chart defines? 59739 What sad, whyful thing could make a man so lost within his world that he had no fisthold on it to demand a moreness for his account? 59739 What? 59739 Who can escape being pierced or grazed by its accident or chance?
59739	Who is immune?
59739	Who is reasonable?
59739	Who is to blame?
59739	Who will deny there are worse dragons?
59739	Why not?
59739	Why, is his youth a beggar, crippled and blind, or reduced so low that he should drink spit from the cup of pity?
59739	With one stroke, I lost all desire, hope, strength-- for who needs his sight when cold age pokes the heart''s fire with only a broken stick?
59739	Wolf, are you ready?
36149	King Arthur, wit ye by what Knight May the Holy Grail be found?
36149	O Jesu,said Sir Launcelot,"What may this marvel mean?"
36149	O Jesu,said Sir Launcelot,"What may this sight avail?"
36149	O, Jesu,said Sir Launcelot,"What may this marvel mean?"
36149	O, Jesu,said Sir Launcelot,"What may this sight avail?"
36149	Where is the queen?
36149	***** Do you remember that banquet at the Tremont In''97 on Jackson''s day?
36149	A curious boy asks an old soldier Sitting in front of the grocery store,"How did you lose your leg?"
36149	A thousand years are but a day, A little day within Thine eye: We thirst for love, we yearn for life; We lust, wilt Thou the lust record?
36149	And I ask: For the depths Of what use is language?
36149	And gave her a marvellous riddle That the eyeless should read as he ran: What crawls and runs and is baffled By woman, the sphinx-- but a man?
36149	And she says to me:"You do not know me at all, How can you love me?
36149	And that day I said: There are wild places, blue water, pine forests, There are apple orchards, and wonderful roads Around Elk Lake-- shall we go?
36149	And what shall I do?"
36149	And who made reply?
36149	And why you loved another woman than Aunt Susan, So it was whispered at school, and what could be baser, Or so little to be forgiven?...
36149	And you asked,"Is there a town near?
36149	Beneath that ancient sky Who is not fain to fly As men have fled?
36149	But could we speak of it, even though I saw your eyes when you thought of it?
36149	But he asked all the twelve,"Who am I?"
36149	But my wife, who is sitting beside me, exclaims:"Well, what is this jangle of madness and weakness, What has it to do with poetry, tell me?"
36149	Choose me as mistress-- how can I do less for dearest?
36149	Do shadows crouch within the mocking light?
36149	Do we not understand Why thou didst leave thy land, Thy spouse, thy hearth?
36149	Do you make merry, do you weep?
36149	Do you wonder sometimes men Kill women with a knife or strangle them?
36149	Dost Thou not see about our feet The tangles of our erring thought?
36149	Dost thou bewail love''s end and friendship''s doom, The dying fire, drained cup, and gathering gloom?
36149	Eh?
36149	For had her soul not been as pure As sifted snow, could she endure Antonio''s passion and be sure Against his passion''s strength and lure?
36149	He was a trained collie, And he looked like a lion, There in the convention of''96--What do you know about that?
36149	Hence, soul, be brave across the ruined floor-- Who knocks?
36149	How are you crucified, my son, betwixt a thief and thief?
36149	How do you live without me, is the fear?
36149	If I gave a cell Voice to inquire, and it should ask you this:"After me what, a stalk, a flower, life That swims or crawls?"
36149	If we who are in life can not speak Of profound experiences, Why do you marvel that the dead Do not tell you of death?
36149	In whose arms are you now asleep?
36149	It ai n''t really a hat at all, Ed: You know that, do n''t you?
36149	It seemeth, now that you are gone, My heart a measured pain doth keep:-- Are you now, as I am, alone?
36149	John leaned on His breast, but he asked you, your strength to foresee,"Nay, lovest thou me?"
36149	Mother, my soul is weary, where is the way to God?
36149	My feeling with this money which I''ve made And can not use?
36149	Or what is writ on the brow of the babe as the mother wails for the day When it leaped in the light of the sun and babbled its pure delight?
36149	Or who it was that walked through Burnham wood?
36149	So what should be said of the faun surprised in the woodland dances, Of Harold the light of heart who fought with fear to the last?
36149	Surely your ermine furs were warm, And warm your flowing cloak of red; Was it the wild wind kept you thus Pensive and with averted head?
36149	The world seems better, Julia, For that kiss which you gave me at the door.... Breakfast?
36149	Then a certain god, Of less power than mine, Came and sat beside me and said:"Why do you allow this to be?
36149	Then came King Pelles out and said,"Your name, brave Knight and true?"
36149	They are all seeking, Why do you not let them find their heart''s delight?
36149	Think you not that there doth pass In them something we did know?
36149	Though you know That I am fifty- one, can you imagine My feeling with no children growing up?
36149	To''scape the blustering breath of March, Or was it for your mind''s disguise?
36149	We bleed, we fall, we rise again; How can we be of Thee abhorred?
36149	Well, foolish son, I told you so, why went you to the wars?
36149	What could I do but take a boat And go to meet you?
36149	What has the artist caught?
36149	What is it I see?
36149	What is the origin Of spiritual species?
36149	What shall be done with love?
36149	What strains of ancient blood Move quicker to the music''s passionate beat?
36149	What though there are remnants here Of faded coronals, And bits of silver string Torn from forgotten harps?
36149	What was the charm and what the spell That made one hour of life become A memory ever memorable?
36149	What was the world?
36149	What''s the pons For you to cross to fame?--Your head in bronze?
36149	When at night by the boat on the sea He appeared Did you wait till he neared?
36149	Where is my lady?"
36149	Where now do I go?
36149	Who knows what lips were kissed at Laracor?
36149	Why do you allow this to be?"
36149	Why do you never tire of playing, Or cease from mischief, or cease from noise?
36149	Why try to tell you?
36149	Will the look return to your eyes, the warmth to your hand?
36149	Wilt Thou then slay for that we slay, Wilt Thou deny when we deny?
36149	Wouldst thou escape for deeper or no breath?
36149	Wouldst thou, perchance, a larger freedom win?
36149	You are tired of the house?
36149	You understand?
36149	You will not sleep?
36149	asked the Knight,"There in the Castle Case?"
63399	Wilt thou forsake us forever, unheeding our sedulous plaining? 63399 And the mystic sisters too, Oeno, Spermo, and Elais,( Who knoweth what their way is?) 63399 Are you not weary, fleeing shapes, That never cease to flee? 63399 Beside the immeasurable forest From wooden bowl brimming will you then Apportion your milk with a hop- toad? 63399 Bird, canst thou fashion Song of things that grieve thee? 63399 CLOUDS Whence do you come, oh silken shapes, Across the silver sky? 63399 Can they too have found A Sunday- calm? 63399 Do ye hear wild creatures beat Lifted hoof and naked feet On the quiet woodland sod? 63399 Do ye mark what mood that strain is? 63399 Hints it not the Shepherd God With his pipings shrill and sweet-- Snubnose, Sweetwine, old Silenus, All his creatures shy and fleet?
63399	Is it with you as with us, no rest, no rest-- Is it with you no rest?
63399	La, croon the Women, nimbly weaving,"Whose heart do we hear grieving?"
63399	Rudderless, by ways uncharted blown-- Some day shall waken to find me gone-- What matter?
63399	See''st not the clusters of pale green globes, crescent and straining Sunwards, that long for thy hand to engarb them with royal attire?
63399	Something finer, fuller?
63399	Something( can I hear it In your secret eyes?)
63399	THE SQUIRE OF DAMES TO HIS LADY Why should our meeting borrow A sense of shame or sorrow That each must go his way?
63399	The gods demand their victims; who shall know What failures Time and Circumstance compel?
63399	Underneath the bitter Mockery of color, Underneath the titter Is there something fitter?
63399	Wave hast thou passion For things that will deceive thee?
63399	What is there left over For me, who am your lover?
63399	When I come too near it Like a frightened spirit Running from the skies?
63399	Whither do you go, O shadow- shapes Across the ghastly sky?
63399	Who knows but that within the silence here The cedar shadows gloom about a deer, That stands with body lithe and slim Struck to a statue by surprise?
63399	Who knows but that, upon some snowy limb A lynx, lean- bellied, pricks his tufted ear And watches me with evil, amber eyes?
63399	Why do you move so fast, so fast Across the white moon''s breast?
63399	You are known as"Lily"And they mock your gender; Is it but a silly Fancy, you seem stilly Lily- souled and tender?
4556	( Can these by passionate kisses?
4556	( How will it be, with part of me away, Must not my soul be changed?)
4556	And for this antique bowl Fashioned to hold Roses or wine?
4556	Are there no sheep or shepherds any more?
4556	Beloved How can I know What gods are yours, How can I guess the visions of your spirit, Or hear The silent prayers your heart has said?
4556	Beloved, can you hear me Through the bitter sound Of icicles falling?
4556	But who would be prisoned In unknown darkness?
4556	Can a word Aid in your brave attempt to smother youth?
4556	Can we be dead?
4556	Can you see me from behind Your frozen eyes?
4556	Could you trust my reckless hands so much?
4556	Do people stand at attention to mourn a hero When they behold A frozen kitten In a gutter?
4556	Eastward, it leads through cultivated fields Of intellectual fodder, Where well- fed cattle, herding together, Browse content: Are you of these?
4556	From this secret shrine Somewhere apart Do you not feel my candles shine Upon your heart?
4556	Have we not buried our dead?"
4556	He made reply:"What is there left to lose or save?
4556	How can love touch me?
4556	How shall I win the love Which he has kept apart With a blurred image which once was I?
4556	I am frozen in terror... Have they killed the You That Loves me?
4556	I shall not know his heart, How can I learn?
4556	II We talk of all the happy things we have done, We pass them in review,"Do you remember?"
4556	II What dim confusion Troubles her dream, What passionate caress Disturbs her spirit''s rapt seclusion?
4556	III Is my love Of flesh or spirit?
4556	III Who knows the mountain where the hunter rides Winding his horn?
4556	IV For what are you waiting, winter valley, Withered valley, brown with reeds?
4556	IV There are no last things to say, What promise can I make?
4556	Is it not heat, Or cold, Or a lion?
4556	It lay so pitiful a thing, Threadbare, and soiled, and worn--"Why have we kept such starveling love?"
4556	Last Days I Shall I pretend These days are just like other days?
4556	Of what avail that trifling circumstance, In such a tumult could my voice be heard?
4556	Shall I be old and grave and grey?
4556	Shall I stay young for memory''s sake?
4556	Should I come To feed a starving Titan with a crumb?
4556	So when my temple is fallen And lies in dust, Where then will be the memory Of your beauty?
4556	The Gift What is this wine you have poured for me?
4556	The second is a grey one,( I wanted a sleek one, Where could I find one sleek enough, Queen Guinevere?)
4556	V What do you seek, Beloved?
4556	What breast Offers such gentle sleeping?
4556	What did you want, Lolita?
4556	What is there left to fear?
4556	When we must sink into the deep at last Heart of my heart, will you still hold me fast?
4556	Where do your flocks graze, gentlemen?
4556	Why are the trees all sighing?
4556	Why does he come so slowly?
4556	Why should you leave Radiator and rubber- plant?
4556	she cried,"Was it worth treasuring?"
38766	Can true hearts love some far snow- land, Some bleak Alaska bought with gold? 38766 I stood a giant in my power,-- And did she question or dispute?
38766	What is the rhyme that rhymers say Of maidens born to be betrayed By epaulettes and shining blade, While soldiers love and ride away? 38766 Where is that one permitted spot?
38766	Where is that spot that poets name Our country? 38766 With this one lesson taught from youth, And ever taught us, to get gold,-- To get and hold, and ever hold,-- What else could I have done, forsooth?
38766	You hear her name and start that I Should name her dear name trembling so? 38766 You hesitate?
38766	You thought me dead? 38766 You will not touch it?
38766	''Tis a low white slab, and''tis nameless, too-- Her untold story, why, who should know?
38766	A godless man with bags of gold I think a most unholy sight; Ah, who so desolate at night Amid death''s sleepers still and cold?
38766	And have I said this thing before?
38766	And how could I for twenty year Know this same night so certainly?
38766	And one is gray, but one Scarce lifts a full- grown face as yet: With light foot on life''s threshold set,-- Is he the other''s sun- born son?
38766	And what is her glory, and what has she done?
38766	And where is my city, sweet blossom- sown town?
38766	And who shall chide?
38766	And who should chide, or bid him stay?
38766	And who was he?
38766	And who were they That came to seek the hidden gold Long hallowed from the pirate''s hold?
38766	Buy Love, buy faith, buy snow- white truth?
38766	Buy but one brimful cup of youth That calm souls drink of to the last?
38766	Buy gentle sleep?
38766	Buy moonlight, sunlight, present, past?
38766	Buy rest?
38766	Buy what?
38766	He clasped her close,--what else had done The manliest man beneath the sun?
38766	I learned it well in land of snow; And what can glow, so brightly glow, Long winter nights of Northern cold?
38766	If man grows large, is God the less?
38766	In God''s name Who are you, and what are you, then?
38766	In God''s name for''You will not touch it?
38766	Is he so poor He has no prayer for his sin?
38766	Men gathered gold on every hand,-- Heaped gold: and why should I do less?
38766	Oh, why stand silent, staring so, When I would share my gold with you?
38766	Or taunt, or threat, or bid him fly?
38766	Prays she for her sweet self alone?
38766	Prays she for some one far away, Or some one near and dear to- day, Or some poor, lorn, lost soul unknown?
38766	Stand silent still and mock my pain?
38766	Still hesitate?
38766	Still mock to see me wait and wait, And wait her love, as earth waits rain?"
38766	The following emendations have been made to the text:"You will not touch it?
38766	The red And blood- stained hidden hoards of gold They hollowed from the stout ship''s hold, And bore in many a slim canoe-- To where?
38766	The rich moon lock her silver up?
38766	The sleep of a night, or a thousand morns?
38766	The stranger passes by the door-- Will he not pray?
38766	The treasures of the trackless snow, Ah, hast thou seen how very dear?
38766	Was it not well?
38766	What can her sin be?
38766	What can she pray for?
38766	What else could I Or you, or any earnest one Born in this getting age have done?
38766	What folly of a maid so fair?
38766	What her sin?
38766	What if the gold- clad buttercup Became a miser, mean and old?
38766	What if the sun should keep his gold?
38766	What is the rising up,--and where?
38766	What is this rest of death, sweet friend?
38766	What shadows bind the wondrous hair Of one who prays so long within?
38766	What sin in all this flower- land Against her supplicating hand Could have in heaven any weight?
38766	Where is that spot where man must stand Or fall when girt with sword and flame?
38766	Where is the one place man must fight?
38766	Where rests the one God- given right To fight, as ever patriots fought?
38766	Who shall gainsay The fates that reign, that wisely reign?
38766	Who shall know?
38766	Why what is the difference here, to- day?
38766	Why, what is there in all God''s plan Of vast creation, high or low, By sea or land, by sun or snow, So mean, so miserly as man?
38766	Will he not pause and enter in, Put down his heavy load and rest, Put off his garmenting of sin, As some black burden from his breast?
38766	Yea, all his blessing or his ban?
38766	Yet what to her were burning seas, Or what to him was forest flame?
38766	name the hallowed land?
38766	was it not well?
38766	you know her name?
424	She gave consent,you say?
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	A Prayer to All the Dead Among Mine Own People Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?
424	And must he be belauded by the smirched, The sleek, uncanny chiefs in lies grown old?
424	And what if my body die Before I meet the truth?
424	Are these your hands upon my wounded soul?
424	Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
424	Big- voiced lasses made their banjos bang, Tranced, fanatical they shrieked and sang:--"Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?"
424	Booth led boldly with his big bass drum--( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	But must the Senator from Illinois Be vindicated by fat kings of gold?
424	Can murmurs of the worms arise To higher hearts than mine?
424	Did you dare to make the songs Vanquished workmen need?
424	Did you waste much money To deck a leper''s feast?
424	Do you say"She gave consent: Life drunk, she was content With beasts that her fire could please?"
424	Eyes so strained and eager To see what you might see?
424	Ghosts in Love"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?"
424	Good tailors, can you dress a doll for me With silks that whisper of the sounding sea?
424	Heart of God O great heart of God, Once vague and lost to me, Why do I throb with your throb to- night, In this land, eternity?
424	How did I reach your feet?
424	I asked her,"Is Aladdin''s lamp Hidden anywhere?"
424	I asked,"How came this place Of antique Asian grace Amid our callow race In Illinois?"
424	I wonder if that gardener hears Who made the mold all fine And packed each gentle seedling down So carefully in line?
424	I wonder if the gardener heard The rose that told him so?
424	Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, The darling of the glad and gaping town?
424	Love the truth, defy the crowd Scandalize the priest?
424	Mystic, ardent, dowered with beauty, Singing where still waters dwell?
424	Of banks where hell''s money is paid And Pharisees all afraid Of pandars that help them sin?
424	Of sellers of drink who play The game for the extra pay?
424	Of statesmen in league with all Who hope for the girl- child''s fall?
424	On the Road to Nowhere On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father''s house With your cheeks aglow?
424	On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow?
424	Say, is my prophecy too fair and far?
424	The Empty Boats Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas?
424	The Queen of Bubbles[ Written for a picture] The Youth speaks:--"Why do you seek the sun In your bubble- crown ascending?
424	The issue, can we know?
424	This brazen gutter idol, reared to power Upon a leering pyramid of lies?
424	To the United States Senate[ Revelation 16: Verses 16- 19] And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half- closed eyes?
424	Were the tramp- days knightly, True sowing of wild seed?
424	Were you thief or were you fool Or most nobly free?
424	What did it mean?
424	What is the final ending?
424	What of the rose''s prayer?
424	What right have you to call them yours, And in brute lust of riches burn Without some radiant penance wrought, Some beautiful, devout return?
424	What shall be said of a state Where traps for the white brides wait?
424	When will our wrath begin?
424	When will they make a path of beauty clear Between our riches and our liberty?
424	When will they make our dusty streets their goal, Within our attics hide their sacred tears?
424	When will they start our vulgar blood athrill With living language, words that set us free?
424	Where are those lovers of yours, on what name do they call The lost, that in armies wept over your funeral pall?
424	Where is David, ruddy shepherd, God''s boy- king for Israel?
424	Where is David, the Next King of Israel?
424	Where is David?
424	Who can pass a village church By night in these clean prairie lands Without a touch of Spirit- power?
424	Why are they not inspired, aflame?
424	Why should I feel the sobbing, the secrecy, the glory, This comforter, this fitful wind divine?
424	Why should I-- at the end Hold out half- frozen hands Dumbly to you my friend?
424	Will Christ outlive Mohammed?
424	Will Kali''s altar go?
3628	''In heaven I may regain it''? 3628 Bring you word,"She cried to whom she could not see,"Word from the battle- plain to me?"
3628	But was n''t she proud when he showed her attention? 3628 I have seen the mowers drink it-- Why is n''t it good for me?
3628	Which one?
3628	You shake your head? 3628 And Grace? 3628 And I? 3628 And Robin he shook his head:Now I wonder what they call it, And how it tastes?"
3628	And now, where was the peace I hoped to win?
3628	And then?
3628	And what made the husband as still as a mouse?
3628	And when can they come back to me?"
3628	And you, too, sweet wife-- and together-- O Christ, let me in"The children ran in from the hallway,"Were you calling us, grandpa?"
3628	And you?
3628	Are you mad?
3628	As you love me, you never loved before?
3628	Can the brain keep cool and the heart keep quiet When the blood is a river that''s running riot?
3628	Canst thou bring back from a day long vanished The leaping pulse and the boundless aim?
3628	Could n''t we sit in the twilight, Could n''t we walk on the shore With only a pleasant friendship To bind us, and nothing more?
3628	Did the clouds drive you back?
3628	Did you faint in the race?
3628	Do they and the dark clouds over them scowling, Do they dream or know?
3628	For the toil of pleasure is more than its fun, And what is it all, when all is done, But the stick of a rocket that has descended?"
3628	HIS YOUTH"Dying?
3628	HOW DOES LOVE SPEAK?
3628	HOW WILL IT BE?
3628	Have you missed in your aim?
3628	His name?
3628	How dare you say I have outlived my youth?
3628	How dare you tell me that my hopes are vain?
3628	How does Love speak?
3628	How does Love speak?
3628	How does Love speak?
3628	How does Love speak?
3628	How does Love speak?
3628	How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul?
3628	Husband And Wife How Does Love Speak?
3628	I am cold, in this chill winter weather; Why, Maudie, dear, where have you been?
3628	I am not dying?
3628	I hurt your wrists?
3628	I live in a low cot opposite-- You never have heard of me; For when the lady moon shines bright, Who would a pale star see?
3628	In which will I be most fair?
3628	It does not surprise me, Brute force?
3628	My burning, burdensome story, Hidden and hushed so long-- My story of hopeless loving-- Say, would you have thought it wrong?
3628	No man, you say, Dared ever so treat you before?
3628	No, no, it never can be-- You who are so true in seeming, You, false to your vows and me?
3628	One is gone?"
3628	PLATONIC I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But could n''t you be my friend?
3628	ROBIN''S MISTAKE What do you think Red Robin Found by a mow of hay?
3628	Really, How can I tell you that?
3628	Reincarnation As You Go Through Life How Salvator Won The Watcher How Will It Be?
3628	Some truths are cheapened when too oft averred-- Does not the deed speak louder than the word?
3628	THE PHANTOM BALL You remember the hall on the corner?
3628	Tall cloud- mountains and vast space- seas, Wind, and tempest, and fire-- What are obstacles such as these To a heart that is filled with desire?
3628	That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?
3628	The speaker stirred and gruffly spake,"Come, wife, where have you been?"
3628	True, and the sun above us Shines on in the summer skies?
3628	WHAT IS FLIRTATION?
3628	Well, has he found his youth?
3628	Were you tempted and fell?
3628	What is flirtation?
3628	What is it that I hear-- a trampling sound?
3628	What of the living-- of the three?
3628	What would you have done, I wonder, Had I gone on my knees to you And told you my passionate story, There in the dusk and the dew?
3628	Where have they gone to?
3628	Which shall it be now, silk or lace?
3628	Will no one bury them down low, Where they shall cease to haunt me?
3628	Will our dear sea sing with the old sweet tone, Though one sits stricken where its billows roll?
3628	Will space be dumb, or from the mystic pole Will spirit- messages be backward blown?
3628	Will vast, deep oceans of sweet emotions Surge through my veins as they surged of old?
3628	You hate me?
3628	You never knew such happy hours as this, We two alone, our hearts surcharged with bliss, Nor other kisses sweet as my own kiss?
3628	You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?
3628	You would not, if you could, go down life''s track For just one little moment, and bring back Some vanished raptures that you miss or lack?
3628	_ was_ it Grace that I saw to- night?
3628	are Thy disciples inhuman, Or only for_ men_ hast Thou died?
3628	his face?
3628	pale brother,"laughed the wine,"Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?"
3628	then the tale is true?
3628	what would my Lord His- High- Nose say When she took off her glove on her wedding- day?
3628	why, hear this strong, full breath-- Dare you repeat that silly, base untruth?"
32335	''Spect you''d ruther be a snake- feeder, would n''t you, Bud?
32335	And how do I suit you now?
32335	And what''s the blame''boy up to now?
32335	Dead, are they?
32335	Dead?
32335	Do n''t you like me?
32335	Do you like me?
32335	How do you like me now?
32335	How does she read?
32335	How was your poetry signed?
32335	Howd''ye know you would n''t?
32335	To what kingdom does the peanut belong? 32335 What you got there?"
32335	Why?
32335	You do n''t, hey?
32335	''The animal kingdom,''does the little boy say?
32335	-- W''y they ai n''t no sadder thing Than to think of my first womern And her funeral last spring Was a year ago-- AS WE READ BURNS Who is speaking?
32335	A very simple question-- who will answer?
32335	An''when the red- hedded boy says"How?"
32335	And now who will tell me, what is the peanut?
32335	And so he hollers at him, and he says to the soldier, the cap''n did, he says,"Hullo, there; where you goin''with that thing?"
32335	And then my Conscience says, onc''t more,"You know me-- shore?"
32335	And why did we strike hands and say:"We will be friends, and nothing more"; Why are we musing thus to- day?
32335	And why my kisses on your brow?
32335	At"Booneville,"I groaned,"Ca n''t I telegraph on?"
32335	BECAUSE Why did we meet long years of yore?
32335	BEST OF ALL Of all good gifts that the Lord lets fall, Is not silence the best of all?
32335	Beautiful?
32335	But what in the name o''limpin''Lazarus air you stringin''''em fer?"
32335	Can ye gie''s a waur, mon E''en than the first?-- Be it Meister Wisemon, I''the classics versed, An''a slawer gait yet E''en than the first?
32335	D''ever tell you that?
32335	DREAMS"Do I sleep, do I dream, Do I wonder and doubt-- Are things what they seem Or is visions about?"
32335	Do n''t you hear me calling?
32335	Do you not hear me as I cry?
32335	Folded limp, and laid away Idly over idle breast?
32335	For instance:--"This little object I hold in my hand-- who will designate it by its proper name?
32335	Goin''to tackle this claim?
32335	Has he left us, and forever?
32335	He whose kisses drenched her hair, As he caught and held her there, In Love''s alien, lost lands, With her face between his hands?
32335	Is it despair I am wading through?
32335	Is it so?"
32335	Is there ever a sadder thing Than to stand on the farther brink Of twilight, hearing the marsh- frogs sing?
32335	JOHN BOYLE O''REILLY SEPULTURE-- BOSTON, AUGUST 13, 1890 Dead?
32335	Johnson?"
32335	MY CONSCIENCE Sometimes my Conscience says, says he,"Do n''t you know me?"
32335	Of what is the peanut composed?
32335	SHADOW AND SHINE Storms of the winter, and deepening snows, When will you end?
32335	See''em?"
32335	Shall the voice of the Master be stifled and riven?
32335	Shall we hear but a tithe of the words He has said, When so long He has, listening, leaned out of Heaven To hear the old Bible my grandfather read?
32335	Smiling?
32335	So he says,"Where you goin''with that thing?"
32335	So of all good gifts that the Lord lets fall, Is not silence the best of all?
32335	The animal, vegetable, or mineral kingdom?
32335	They who most will miss us We''re not caring for-- Who of them could kiss us In the corridor?
32335	To what kingdom, then, does the peanut belong?
32335	W''at''s Moses an''de Laws?
32335	W''at''s fo''ty days an''nights ut Noey toss Aroun''de Dil- ooge?--W''at dem Chillen et De Lo''d rain down?
32335	WHEN WE THREE MEET When we three meet?
32335	WHY Why are they written-- all these lovers''rhymes?
32335	Was it any wonder she Stood atiptoe tremblingly?
32335	Was it long and long ago, When her face was not as now, Dim with tears?
32335	Was n''t that a b''utiful frog?
32335	We find then that the peanut belongs to the-- what kingdom?
32335	Well, now, how many of you would like to hear what color the stupid little boy said the peanut was?
32335	What is on beyond our sight, Biding till the morrow''s light, Fairer than we see to- day, As our dull eyes only may?
32335	What sort o''Sunday would that be?...
32335	What was it?
32335	When so many merry years He has only left us laughing-- And he leaves us now in tears?
32335	When will you cease, O dismal days?
32335	When will you set me free?
32335	Where do you stay Durin''the day?"
32335	Which ane, an''which ane, An''which ane for thee?-- Here thou hast thy vera choice, An''which sall it be?
32335	Who has spoken?
32335	Whose voice ceasing thus has broken The sweet pathos of our dreams?
32335	Why are my arms about you now, And happy tears upon your cheek?
32335	Why are they written-- all these lovers''rhymes?
32335	Why are they written-- all these lovers''rhymes?
32335	Why did I love not heaven''s own blue Until I touched these shores again?
32335	Why did I sail across the main?
32335	Why did I say good- by to you?
32335	Why?
32335	Would not that sound better?
32335	Would you like to hear what color the stupid little boy said the peanut was?
32335	Ye hae the Holy Brither, An''ye hae the Scholarly; An'', last, ye hae the butt o''baith-- Which sall it be?
32335	Yes,''something good to eat,''but would it not be better to say simply that the peanut is an edible?
32335	You do n''t think a feller''ud try to string a live bumblebee, I reckon?"
32335	You would, eh?
32335	_ You_-- With that spade and the pick!-- What do you''pose to do On this side o''the crick?
32335	cried mine host, as we landed at last--"Speed?"
32335	do your senses catch the exquisite Staccatos of a bird that dreams he sings?
32335	nor wan her brow As a winter- night of snow?
32335	said she,--"and that''s it, hey?"
32335	she said--"Don''t you like me?"
32335	the Strauss is ended-- Whirl across the floor: Is n''t waltzing splendid In the corridor?
32335	this peerless man of men-- Patriot, Poet, Citizen!-- Dead?
32335	where are they?
32335	where are you?
32335	where are you?
32335	where are you?
32335	where are you?
32335	where are you?
32335	where are you?
32335	where are you?
596	AFTER DEATH Now while my lips are living Their words must stay unsaid, And will my soul remember To speak when I am dead?
596	APRIL SONG WILLOW in your April gown Delicate and gleaming, Do you mind in years gone by All my dreaming?
596	But oh, the shy and eager thoughts That hide and will not get them dressed, Why is it that they always seem So much more lovely than the rest?
596	DEBT WHAT do I owe to you Who loved me deep and long?
596	Give over, we have laughed enough; Oh dearest and most foolish friend, Why do you wage a war with love To lose your battle in the end?
596	Had not the music of our joy Sounded its highest note?
596	How shall I tell you?
596	How should the water know the glowing heart That ever to the heaven lifts its fire, A golden and unchangeable desire?
596	How should they know the wind of a new beauty Sweeping my soul had winnowed it with song?
596	I am my love''s and he is mine forever, Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore-- Think you that I could let a beggar enter Where a king stood before?
596	II Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?
596	Oh are you asleep, or lying awake, my lover?
596	Oh bitter wind with icy invisible wings Why do you beat us?
596	Oh for the measured dawns That pass with folded wings-- How can I let them go With unremembered things?
596	Oh who can tell the range of joy Or set the bounds of beauty?
596	Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song-- But how can I give silence My whole life long?
596	Oh, beauty are you not enough?
596	Oh, beauty, are you not enough?
596	Oh, if you lived on earth elated, How is it now that you can run Free of the weight of flesh and faring Far past the birthplace of the sun?
596	Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me?
596	Old love, old love, How can I be true?
596	Shall I be faithless to myself Or to you?
596	The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves-- How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves?
596	The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold-- What if they fell and shattered The earth with gold?
596	The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright-- How can the daylight linger on For men to fight, Still fight?
596	Then I said,"Oh who am I To scorn God to his face?
596	To- night what girl When she goes home, Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair This year''s blossoms, clinging in its coils?
596	Under the boughs where lovers walked The apple- blooms will shed their breath-- But what of all the lovers now Parted by death, Gray Death?
596	Was I not calm?
596	We pass thru a door leading onto the ledge-- Wind, night and space Oh terrible height Why have we sought you?
596	When you were saying,"Will you never love me?"
596	Whither goes Sappho?
596	Why am I crying after love With youth, a singing voice and eyes To take earth''s wonder with surprise?
596	Why am I crying after love?
596	Why would you bear us away?
596	XI Hamburg The day that I come home, What will you find to say,-- Words as light as foam With laughter light as spray?
596	Yet have you never wondered what the Nile Is seeking always, restless and wild with spring And no less in the winter, seeking still?
595	''Tis a serious risk!-- How is it you and others wear no mask?
595	And here the Commune stretched a barricade, And there the final desperate stand was made?
595	And she-- she loves you?
595	And those other nameless two Walking in Arcadian air-- She that was so very fair?
595	And was none saved?
595	And yet-- what means that charred and broken wall, That sculptured marble, splintered, like to fall, Looming among the trees there?
595	And you say This happened, as it were, but yesterday?
595	For have we not the old gods overthrown And set up strangest idols?
595	For if she love you, as I think she must, Would not some generous impulse stir in her, Some latent, unsuspected spark illume?
595	Good sir, have you seen pass this way A mischief straight from market- day?
595	Good sir, which way did THIS one go?
595	How could I have failed?
595	How else?
595	I saw-- how could I help but love?
595	II What if the boulevards, at set of sun, Reddened, but not with sunset''s kindly glow?
595	II What strain was his in that Crimean war?
595	INTERLUDES ECHO- SONG I Who can say where Echo dwells?
595	In what shape came the story to your ear?
595	In years foregone, O Soul, was all not well?
595	Is the Emperor here?
595	Light or dark?
595	Mine is the glacier''s way, yours is the blossom''s weather-- When were December and May known to be happy together?
595	Once were noble souls.-- Count Sergius, is Nastasia here to- night?
595	Or list the throstle singing loud and clear?
595	PALINODE Who is Lydia, pray, and who Is Hypatia?
595	Pauline Pavlovna, why do you stand there Stark as a statue, with no word to say?
595	Prove it-- how?
595	SESTET SENT TO A FRIEND WITH A VOLUME OF TENNYSON Wouldst know the clash of knightly steel on steel?
595	Such things have been?
595	TENNYSON I Shakespeare and Milton-- what third blazoned name Shall lips of after- ages link to these?
595	The doublet''s modest gray or brown, The slender sword- hilt''s plain device, What sign had these for prince or clown?
595	Was she not smooth as any be That dwell herein in Arcady?
595	Were she told all, would she not pity us?
595	What darker crimson ever splashed these walks Than that of rose- leaves dropping from the stalks?
595	What if from quai and square the murmured woe Swept heavenward, pleadingly?
595	What if in needless hours His quick hand closed on the hilt?
595	What if those eloquent lips Curled with the old- time scorn?
595	What ruder sound this soft air ever smote Than a bird''s twitter or a bugle''s note?
595	What shall I say?
595	What ship is this that suffered such ill fate?
595	What ship, my masters?
595	What would you have me say?
595	What''s to be done?
595	Who knows, since seeds have such tenacity?
595	Why should I strive to read the skies, Who know the midnight of her eyes?
595	Will it last?
595	You knew me?
595	Your heart said that?
595	beg life of her?
54719	--_The past is theirs, yet thine._"If I sue not?
54719	_ Are we two not the same, By law everlasting one mystical flame? 54719 ( There''s a thrush on the under bough Fluting evermore and now:_ Keep-- young!_"but who knows how?)
54719	--"_ Make that thy bride and friend._""If the gods cheat?"
54719	--"_They say The one true word alway._""If for some loss I pine?"
54719	Ah, why this hawser fast to a garden gate?
54719	Are ye unwise, who would not let me love you?
54719	Day by day Was there no thirst upon thee, sharp and pure, In forward sea- like surges unforgot?
54719	II IS this the end?
54719	Is this the pilgrim''s day For dread, for dereliction, and for tears?
54719	Many a time a mountain stile, dark and bright with sudden wetting, Lured my vagrant foot the while''twixt uplifting and down- setting,-- Whither?
54719	Men that pursue learn not To follow is my lot._""Happiness, secret one, Heartbeat of the April weather, Where art thou found?
54719	Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile; Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all, Why from me that''s young should the wild tears fall?
54719	Oh, who alive Hastes not to start, delays not to arrive, Having free feet that never felt a gyve Weigh, even in a dream?
54719	Or lover of her banks restore That sweet Socratic lip?
54719	Or must too bold desires be quieted?
54719	Oracles overheard Are never again for thee, Nor at a magian''s knee Under the hemlock tree, Burns the illumining word._""Whence shall I take my law?"
54719	PREDICAMENTS"IF the gods ruin send?"
54719	Say, mate in all this world?_"--"Ah, mute forbidden lover, Ah, song I shall not hear!"
54719	Shall he, sighing, say:"Farewell to Faith, for she is dead at best Who had such beauty"?
54719	So too, Am I not Thine?
54719	Spirit so abstinent, in thy deeps lay What passion of possession?
54719	THE CO- ETERNAL"_ Is it thou, silly heart, Not prone on thy pallet, but grieving apart?_"--"Natal Star, even so."
54719	THE POET''S CHART"WHERE shall I find my light?"
54719	THE SEARCH"WHY dost thou hide from these Out along the hills halloaing?
54719	The trail is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses; There are shapes by the way, there are things that appal or entice us: What odds?
54719	Thou wert one Fit to trample out the sun: Who shall think thine ardours are But a cinder in a jar?
54719	What ails thee, England?
54719	What matter To win or to lose the whole,"As judged by the little judges Who hearken not well, nor see?
54719	What secret craftsmen painted them so fair?
54719	What to the lovely hast thou done, That nevermore a maid may run With him across the flowery Spring?
54719	Where hidest thou the while, heart''s boast, Strange face of beauty sought and lost, Star- face that lured him out from boyhood''s isle?
54719	While they graced their country closes Simply as the brooks and roses, Where was lot so poor, so trodden, But they cheered it of a sudden?
54719	Why is it on a yellowing page he pores?
54719	Yet, lone and far apart, shall we no joy discover To travel the same sky, and by one sea to rest?
54719	Young knight and wit and beau, who won Mid war''s upheaval, ladies''praise, Was''t well of you, ere you had done, To blight our modern bays?
54719	_ And shall it be thus with the boy, or no?
54719	_ And shall it be thus with the boy, or no?
54719	_ And shall it be thus with the boy, or no?
54719	_ Bedesfolk_ WHO is good enough to be Near the never- stainèd sea?
54719	_ Cobwebs_ WHO would not praise thee, miracle of Frost?
54719	_ Emily Brontë_ WHAT sacramental hurt that brings The terror of the truth of things Had changed thee?
54719	_ For Izaak Walton_ CAN trout allure the rod of yore In Itchen stream to dip?
54719	_ Hylas_( THERE''S a thrush on the under bough Fluting evermore and now:"_ Keep-- young!_"but who knows how?)
54719	how from The Dove shall ye be driven?
54719	to thy votaries?"
54719	where might I go?
54719	who can forget Not only unto campèd Israel, Nor martyr- maids that as a bridegroom met The Roman lion''s roar, salvation fell?
60606	ATAVISM O, have you ever heard the gutter''s call?
60606	Am I my brother''s keeper?
60606	And being face to face with life''s fragility Am I made sick of life?
60606	And is not she as beautiful, as cold, As hopelessly indifferent and cold, As ever Beatrice and Laura were?
60606	And must I perish on this rock A cruel God has bound me to?
60606	But am I free?
60606	CAIN REFORMED Am I my brother''s keeper?
60606	Dear Friend:--To whom else than to you can I dedicate this little wreath of poems?
60606	Do they not hold that man is made In the image of his God?
60606	Do you not steal the wool that we have shorn, The cloth we weave, the garments that we made?
60606	Does Death''s black wing engulf me in its shadow?
60606	Does not all life end in death?
60606	Dreamer of dreams?
60606	Dreamer of dreams?
60606	Dreamer of only dreams?
60606	E''er felt the strange attraction of the sewer?
60606	Is it a wonder I would like to build A mammoth pile of all the books there are And let the raging fire consume them all?
60606	Is it because I frolic in the sea, The sea that hugs me with a thousand waves, That it is mine?
60606	Is it because I hold you in my arms And madly kiss you, calling you my love, That you are mine?
60606	Is not love''s music magical enough, Or is your heart stone deaf?
60606	Is not my love as great as was their love?
60606	Is there a moral?
60606	Maker of wondrous things?
60606	Monstrous sacrilege, O when before Has thing so big been made for end so small?
60606	Oh, have you, have you ever seen that woman, That beautiful, that kind, mysterious woman?
60606	Oh, love me, for my love is like the water, Did you not tell me that you love the water?
60606	Or ceded to the urge from underneath, To wallow in the mire, to plunge, to sink Into the frightful abyss of perdition?
60606	Or did you feel the satanic desire, To soil and mutilate the sacred image Of that ideal you worshiped all your life?
60606	QUESTIONINGS Is it because the sun caresses me And makes me warm with its delightful rays That it is mine?
60606	SWINBURNE Algernon Swinburne, is there not in thee Something akin to bells that ring at sea?
60606	THE CALL OF SEX Know you that bottomless and boundless sea, Each heaving billow whereof is a woman?
60606	That it is only mine?
60606	That it is only mine?
60606	That you are only mine?
60606	VI Since Orpheus with the magic of his music, Could charm the wildest beast, why could not I Enthrall you with the music of my love?
60606	Was he oblivious of the tyrant bars, The gaze of human eyes, his captive state, And did he blink but better thus to see The jungle''s vast expanse?
60606	Were you e''er tempted from some siren''s lips, To cull the bliss, you know, is venomous?
60606	What of it?
60606	Where is the beast so wild, The reptile or the worm so base in kind, Would not disdain the rags"creation''s kings"Disgrace their bodies with?
60606	Why should I seek sweet melody And softly sounding words to say All that the spring- time means to me?
60606	Will not some Hercules ere come And make me free?
617	And the barbed wire, was n''t it cut down by the bombardment?
617	And where have you been all the time, and what have you been doing?
617	Why did you enlist?
617	Alas, what temper is conceived so ill But, Pity moving not, Love''s soft enthralment will?
617	And am-I- then Upon a bed of roses?"
617	And now?
617	And would his lot have been the less enviable?
617	Can Art acclaim No hero now, no man with whom men side As with their hearts''high needs personified?
617	Did not the benefits and blessings they had received point them a duty that heart and conscience could not deny?
617	Did you find the season too cold and damp To change the counter for the camp?
617	Do you suppose the herdsman sometimes hears Vague echoes borne beneath the moon''s pale ray From those old, old, far- off, forgotten years?
617	England, which side is thine?
617	Has Nature marred his mould?
617	How could they endure it?
617	IV What is Success?
617	Is n''t it pretty?
617	So far back indeed as May, 1912, he had written to his mother from Paris:"Is it not fine the way the Balkan States are triumphing?
617	Sonnet XVI Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay?
617	Were you frightened by fevers in Mexico?
617	What is so fair as lovers in their joy That dies in sleep, their sleep that wakes in joy?
617	What is that exquisite stanza in''Maud''about''in the evening through the lilacs( or laurels) of the old manorial home''?
617	What is the stimulus in their slogans of"Gott mit uns"and"Fuer Koenig und Vaterland"beside that of men really fighting in defense of their country?
617	Where have ye hidden it-- the chested gold?
617	Who knows?
617	Why did he take this step?
617	Will you turn your back on him once again?
617	for me?
35479	A furore Normanorum, Libera nos, O Domine?
35479	Oh, does the pale face haunt her, dear friend, that looks on thee? 35479 What tidings?"
35479	Who cometh?
35479	And Patterson, the tardy, where is he?
35479	And neither land nor home for_ me_, Because a_ mother''s_ hope is gone?
35479	And we, whose dear ones cluster there, We, mothers, who have let them go-- Our all, perhaps-- how shall we bear That which another week may show?
35479	And where is Abe, the Great, With his cap and cloak of state?
35479	And who could believe its fragrant light Would e''er be freighted with the breath of blight?
35479	And will not evening call another star Out of the infinite regions of the night, To mark this day in heaven?
35479	And, under God, whose thunder need we fear?
35479	And_ what_ the end?
35479	BY GEORGE HERBERT SASS, OF S. C. Watchman, what of the night?
35479	But_ now_, can it be that Virginia''s name Fails to waken the homage and love Of e''en one of her sons?
35479	Can manhood fly, And, recreant, brave The silent scorn, the averted eye-- Decked in its chains-- a cringing slave?
35479	Cease the triumph-- days of darkness Loom upon us from afar: Can a woman''s voice for battle Ring the fatal note of war?
35479	Could you brand us as villeins and serfs, know ye not What fierce, sullen hatred lurks under the scar?
35479	Dare they not risk_ one_ shot, To make report grandiloquent Of aid they rendered not?
35479	Did they mercy show When they bound the mother that bore us?
35479	Does any falter?
35479	Does this sacrifice compare With the battle- field red flowing With the brave hearts offered there?
35479	Dost thou pause?
35479	For whom these vile, these ignominious chains-- These fetters, for our brother''s hands prepared?
35479	Guarded is every street, Brutal the hireling foe; Is there one heart here will boldly dare So brave a deed to do?
35479	He repented; then, he sickened-- Was he pining for the sea?
35479	In the dusk of the forest shade A sallow and dusty group reclined; Gallops a horseman up the glade--"Where will I your leader find?
35479	Is it that those intonations Thrill him thus from head to knee?
35479	Is there none to warn the camp, None from that anxious throng?
35479	Is yet no movement made?
35479	Kentucky boys and girls have we-- From us ye may not take them; Sad- hearted will ye give them up, And for the foe forsake them?
35479	Now, come what may, whose favor need we court?
35479	Oh, say, can you see, through the gloom and the storm, More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation?
35479	Oh, where is Scott, the chief?
35479	Oh, who would not stand With his life in his hand, To shield such a land from the feet of the foe?
35479	Or is she laughing, singing in careless girlish glee?
35479	Our lives are dearly purchased, When bondage is the price; And what is home, where freedom Withers''neath the tyrant''s vice?
35479	Repentant?
35479	Say, can we peace or honor know While there the accursèd banner waves?
35479	See you no boats or vessels yet?
35479	See, see, how Sumter''s banner trails, They''re signaling for aid, See you no boats of armed men?
35479	Shall Southern men, by mercenaries bought, Be sold to vassalage, from son to sire?
35479	Shall Washington rest, while a wail of discord Reminds him the North is forgetting the Lord?
35479	Shall these degenerate hordes, to avarice sold, Crush freedom''s sons, and Freedom''s altars spoil?
35479	Sons of freedom, can you linger When you hear the battle''s roar, Fondly dallying with your pleasures When the foe is at your door?
35479	That she bends to a tyrant in shame?
35479	The Lily calmly braves the storm, And shall the Palm- tree fear?
35479	The man, you know, Who kissed the Testament; To keep the Constitution?
35479	The oppressor''s hateful thrall?"
35479	Then loud ring the anvil, the hammer, and bell; The South her new anthem, say what does it tell?
35479	Though dark the tempest lower, What arms will wear the tyrants chains, What dastard heart will cower?
35479	Want a weapon?
35479	Want a weapon?
35479	Was Virginia in danger?
35479	Watchman, what of the night?
35479	What matter if our feet are torn?
35479	What matter if our shoes are worn?
35479	What would these men, whose lives black treachery stains-- Conspirators, to plunder long endeared?
35479	What_ could_, what_ should it be_, than what it_ was_?
35479	Who dares to deny A resolute people their right to be free?
35479	Who may describe it-- say?
35479	Who prates of Coercion?
35479	Who talks of Coercion?
35479	Why are we forever speaking Of the warriors of old?
35479	Why brings he not relief?
35479	Why can not We be Brothers?
35479	Why can not we be brothers?
35479	Will they fly from her shores, or desert her in need?
35479	Will they tell her her glories have fled or grown pale?
35479	Will they trample her glorious flag in the dust, Or load with reproaches her name?
35479	Will those who"know them by heart,"and have"sung them in camp and in battle,"help to rescue them from oblivion?
35479	Will_ Virginians_ their backs ever turn On their mother, and fly when the danger is nigh, And her claim to their fealty spurn?
35479	Woman''s heart is soft and tender, But''tis proud and faithful, too; Shall she be her land''s defender?
35479	Wouldst thou have me love thee, dearest, With a woman''s proudest heart, Which shall ever hold thee nearest, Shrined in its inmost heart?
35479	[ 1] I. Hath not the morning dawned with added light?
35479	[ 23] WHY CAN NOT WE BE BROTHERS?
35479	_ Now_ see our holy cause betrayed, And recreant prove to all our vows?
35479	_ Union with traitors?_ Hear ye not That cry for vengeance, deep, Where hand to hand, and foot to foot, Our glittering columns sweep?
35479	_ Union with traitors?_ Hear ye not That cry for vengeance, deep, Where hand to hand, and foot to foot, Our glittering columns sweep?
35479	_ Union_, with tastes dissimilar?
35479	didst thou stay Throughout that agonizing day, To watch where victory would lay Her laurels at Manassas?
35479	see ye not the sight sublime, Unequaled in all previous time, Presented in this Southern clime, The home of chivalry?
35479	shall she invoke Another''s hand to right her?
35479	shall this groveling race, who cringe for gold, Make laws for Southern men, on Southern soil?
35479	shall we now throw down the blade, And doff the helmet from our brows?
35479	shall worse than pirate slaves Strangle your children in their mothers''arms, And spit on dust that fills your fathers''graves?
35479	soldier?
35479	stay-- this Southern land not_ mine_?
35479	submit to be ruled By the minions of Abraham Lincoln, the fool?
35479	think to bind the South?
35479	what a nation''s fame?
35479	what to_ me_ that name, Should I in vain demand my son?
35479	when will this warfare end?
35479	who can view it unshaken?
35479	who could deem the dews of doom Upon the blushing lips could cling?
35479	will this the conflict end?
35479	would not grow warm, When thoughts like these give cheer?
35479	you hold yourselves as freemen?
52456	Art thou so poor then, and the beggar wise, God''s justice hidden, and the king''s astray?
52456	Art thou so upright, and by God made free To be malignant in integrity? 52456 Art thou so weak, and strong to drive away Far from to- day the ghost of yesterday?
52456	Is it not written:''When the truth is known, Then only the king''s mercy is his own''? 52456 Morn, eve, noon, if I look up to Thee, Wilt Thou at night look down, remembering me?
52456	Of claims and rights a load the while I keep, How in Thy nights, O God, to smile and sleep? 52456 Pilgrim,"I said,"hath He, who toils the while, Bade thee, of burdens free, to sleep and smile?
52456	What maketh this sweet music, sayest thou? 52456 What mean these words?"
52456	Yes, but, Jenny, now the question''s, Is it true? 52456 -- Was it hours I went unwitting, Fancy into fancy fitting, Pallid flowers, and dim birds flitting, As I strayed? 52456 --a kiss?"
52456	ANCIEN M''SIEU PIERRE Was it, Nannette, so long ago?
52456	Along the selfsame way I fare And the shepherds ask of me,"Hast thou seen the sweet land anywhere?"
52456	Am I princely to your seeming?
52456	But is it not Good law that,''He who stealeth to devote To some religious purpose and intent Is held exempted from that punishment''?"
52456	But thou, my father, shall not thy name be Henceforth''The Merciful''?
52456	CURARE SEPULTOS_ I d cinerem aut Manis credis curare sepultos?_"Do you think their spirits care For their ashes and their tombs?"
52456	CURARE SEPULTOS_ I d cinerem aut Manis credis curare sepultos?_"Do you think their spirits care For their ashes and their tombs?"
52456	Can it be doubted that this Afghan falls Among the''needy,''and became a thief To his own need''s immediate relief?
52456	Corydon made his choice and took-- Well, which do you suppose?
52456	Did she linger for a moment, while I held her finger tips, And wondered if she''d ever let me touch them to my lips?
52456	Did some one speak?
52456	Did some one speak?
52456	Else why these low graves laid so near In this forgotten place?"
52456	Free is thy lifted head, while on mine own The gathered past lies heavier than the crown?
52456	How came he once to these green isles And channels winding miles and miles, Cross clasped in hand and pale face set, The Jesuit, Père Marquette?
52456	Is it king''s custom to bear two men''s scorn In the short compass of a single morn?
52456	Is it the truth alone thou owest to the king?
52456	Is the water old?"
52456	Is the world so small That thou must steal-- if thou must steal at all-- From such a friend as this?"
52456	Is thy heart warm and blood cold, Who singest of love and beauty, being old?"
52456	May I hold your finger tips, Dear little sweetheart, Folly?
52456	Nay, in the very act of thieving vowed That''pious dedication''?
52456	Or are we then such stuff as fills a dream?
52456	Sir Knight with stalwart spear and shield, Where ridest thou to- day?
52456	Sirs, you remember Omar''s choice, Wine, verses, and his lady''s voice Making the wilderness rejoice?
52456	The abbot may hear?
52456	The battered book here on my knees?
52456	The water or the stones?"
52456	WHO MAY WITH THE SHREWD HOURS STRIVE?
52456	What message bringest thou, what spells From buried mountain oracles, Thou limpid, lucid mystery?
52456	Who for the morrow knows what joy he hath?
52456	Who is your lord that sends you forth, Good knight, from your own land?
52456	Who knows without these guarded doors What wind across the desert roars?
52456	Who may with the shrewd Hours strive?
52456	Why did n''t they make it two?
52456	You the dryad of my dreaming, Born of beech leaves and the gleaming Of the dew?"
52456	You''ll not forget The bees, nor how the oriole sung, Twenty years since, when we were young, His chansonette?
52456	we cried, And"For whose right in militant array Are led the sons of men this Roman Way?"
7056	Hast thou heard, dark Edith,laughed he grim,"Poor Hugh hath craved thee many a day?
7056	Am I a thing without a name; A sort of dummy in the game?
7056	And like an urn the heart must hold Aims of an age gone by: What the aims were we are not told; We hold them, who knows why?
7056	Are wars so futile, and is courage peace?
7056	But who should know?
7056	Can heaven itself outlove such depths as these?
7056	Can miracle ne''er make the mirror whole For one who, seeing, could be nobly bold?
7056	Envy me, wo n''t you, James?
7056	Hand me my light gloves, James; I''m off for the waltzing world, The kingdom of Strauss and that-- Where is my old crush- hat?
7056	Is it a folly still to twirl, And smirk and promenade and querl About the town?
7056	Is it a servant of his brain, Or Power that to his power calls?
7056	May I stand here; In this rare ether slake My reverential lips, and fear No last mistake?
7056	No?
7056	Oh, what was her guerdon and her haste, While cried the far screech- owl in the tree, And to her heart crept its note so lone, Beating tremulously?
7056	Pray, have you heard the news?
7056	Sorrow, my friend, When shall you come again?
7056	Still, you are near: Who can your care withstand?
7056	Suppose I hurry up the tide Of age, and bravely drift beside Those hoary dogs Who lie like logs Around the clubs where life is hushed?
7056	Under these trees My heart would bound or break; Tell me what goal, resonant breeze?
7056	WHY SAD TO- DAY?
7056	Well, then, with those Who share my woes, Doomed to mere fashionable ways,-- Fair matrons, cigarettes, and tea, Sighs, mirrors, and society?
7056	What is the goal?
7056	What is there left?
7056	What shall I say, my friend, my own heart healing, When for my love you can not answer me?
7056	What?
7056	Who could well die, to magnify the soul,-- Whose strength of love will shake the graveyard''s mould?
7056	Who''d be sedate?
7056	Why is the nameless sorrowing look So often thought a whim?
7056	Why not love sorrow and the glance That ends in silent tears?
7056	Why should I know why I could weep?
7056	With age?
7056	With youth?
7056	You can not reach my soul through touch or gaze; Be our full lips with infinite meanings rife: The longed- for words, which of us ever says?
7056	_ Is_ my hair properly curled?
7056	dost thou hear?
9561	A fawn beside the bison grim,-- Why turns the bride''s fond eye on him, In whose cold look is naught beside The triumph of a sullen pride?
9561	Or cold self- torturing pride like his atone For love denied and life''s warm beauty flown?
9561	can thy grim sire impart His iron hardness to thy woman''s heart?
9561	was it truth or dream?
7388	A sigh for transient power?
7388	And was she very fair and young, And yet so wicked, too?
7388	And what would happen to the land, And how would look the sea, If in the bearded devil''s path Our earth should chance to be?
7388	But what to them the dirge, the knell?
7388	Can a simple lay, Flung on thy bosom like a girl''s bouquet, Do more than deck thee for an idle hour, Then fall unheeded, fading like the flower?
7388	Can it be a cabbage?
7388	Did Katy love a naughty man, Or kiss more cheeks than one?
7388	Do such still live?
7388	Go, little book, whose pages hold Those garnered years in loving trust; How long before your blue and gold Shall fade and whiten in the dust?
7388	Have such e''er been?
7388	Her hair is almost gray; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring- like way?
7388	How can she lay her glasses down, And say she reads as well, When through a double convex lens She just makes out to spell?
7388	How long before his book shall die?
7388	In vain a fresher mould we seek,-- Can all the varied phrases tell That Babel''s wandering children speak How thrushes sing or lilacs smell?
7388	Is that a swan that rides upon the water?
7388	Oh tell me where did Katy live, And what did Katy do?
7388	Or gaze upon yon pillared stone, The empty urn of pride; There stand the Goblet and the Sun,-- What need of more beside?
7388	Pray, did you ever hear, my love, Of boys that go about, Who, for a very trifling sum, Will snip one''s picture out?
7388	Say, does Heaven degrade The manly frame, for health, for action made?
7388	Then tread away, my gallant boys, And make the axle fly; Why should not wheels go round about, Like planets in the sky?
7388	What are those lone ones doing now, The wife and the children sad?
7388	What shall I give thee?
7388	Where lives the memory of the dead, Who made their tomb a toy?
7388	Who shakes the senate with the silver tone The groves of Pindus might have sighed to own?
7388	Whose ashes press that nameless bed?
7388	Why floats the amaranth in eternal bloom O''er Ilium''s turrets and Achilles''tomb?
7388	Why follows memory to the gate of Troy Her plumed defender and his trembling boy?
7388	Why lingers fancy where the sunbeams smile On Circe''s gardens and Calypso''s isle?
7388	what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion?
4006	''I''ve no right to speak so?''
4006	''Now, what is thy desire?''
4006	''O love, my love, why art thou late?
4006	( I wonder why from my head to my feet I feel so deathly cold?)
4006	A MAN''S GOOD- BYE Do you think, dear, as you say Such a light good- bye to- day, That this parting time may be Mayhaps less to you, than me?
4006	A season''s respite from the weary aching That gnaws within the breast?
4006	AFTER After the end that is drawing near Comes, and I no more see your face Worn with suffering, lying here, What shall I do with the empty place?
4006	After they bear you away to the tomb, And banish the glasses, and move the cot, What shall I do with the empty room?
4006	And is this but the fashion A fond love takes to die?
4006	And now that all is told, Which is the sadder, pray, To give up your dream with its gold, Or to see it fade into grey?
4006	And now, if you can sell me, and get double The sum I cost-- why, what have I to say?
4006	And so with a heart that is breaking I sing the old''Lullaby dear''That hushed her so oft into slumber-- O baby-- my own-- do you hear?
4006	And what did_ I_ get?
4006	And why was that desolate minor moan Lurking under your gladdest tone?
4006	But dream of what?
4006	But has one thought of me survived the strife Since we two were estranged?
4006	But the sun has set, and a dead delight Shadows my life with a dull despair, Oh why did I see that hand of white, Like a marble ornament lying there?
4006	But when it is over, and all is done, God of the Merciful, what shall I do?
4006	But when the days grow long with bitter sorrow, And hearts grow sick with woe, Where are the haunts that we may seek to- morrow?
4006	CONTENT AND HAPPINESS How is it that men pray their earthly lot May be''content and happiness''?
4006	Did some one call me?''
4006	Did you not see beside him A guest unasked, unbid?
4006	Do you remember how debonair The new moon shone when we said good- bye?
4006	Do you remember the bridge we crossed, And lingered to see the ships go by, With snowy sails to the free winds tossed?
4006	Do you remember the song we sung, Under the beautiful starlit sky?
4006	Dost hear the music surging Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea?
4006	Fair?
4006	Folded under a folded leaf, Lies there trouble and bitter grief?
4006	For the world it lives for fashion, For glory, and gain, and strife; And what can it know of the passion And pain of a poet''s life?
4006	Go to it, fly to it, call to it, cry to it, What did ye see when ye fell on the plain?
4006	Have we outlived the passion That late lit earth and sky?
4006	Have you a secret hidden away, Of sorrow to come with a coming day?
4006	Her hand was plighted elsewhere To one she held most dear, But why should she sit lonely When other men were near?
4006	Holds earth no nook, where hearts with sorrow breaking, May find a summer''s rest?
4006	How it listened and smiled when we parted there?
4006	I WONDER WHY Do you remember that glorious June When we were lovers, you and I?
4006	I hate the ballroom; hate its gilded pleasure; I hate the crowd within it, well you know; But what of that?
4006	If one slipped off to her chamber, Why, who could dream or know, That one brief line in the paper Had sent her away with her woe?
4006	If we pause too long a space, Who can tell what may take place?
4006	Is it, that we shall know not Again love''s rapture glow?
4006	Meeting your dark eyes''splendour, Feeling your warm, sweet breath, How could you know that my passionate heart Had died a horrible death?
4006	Now, ought we to laugh or to cry-- Was it sorrowful, or was it sad?
4006	O herald of days that are green and glad, Why was your morning song so sad?
4006	ONE NIGHT Was it last summer, or ages gone, That damp, dark night in the August dusk, When I waited for you by the gate alone?
4006	ONLY A SLIGHT FLIRTATION''Twas just a slight flirtation, And where''s the harm, I pray, In that amusing pastime So much in vogue to- day?
4006	Oh do they stir you with a vague unrest?
4006	Pray Was it_ your_ right day by day By your sweet coquettish arts To invade my heart of hearts?
4006	See ye yon mist rising up from the river?
4006	THE ARRIVAL''What do I hear at the window?
4006	The shadow of death, and tears, and gloom Coming to me when roses bloom?
4006	The stomach appeal to, and men''s heart you steal to-- Would you reach to the last?
4006	They bent like strong young oxen to the plough, This done, Ambition questioned,''Whither now?
4006	They sounded so oddly when uttered-- They sound just as odd to me now;_ Was_ it we, or our two ghosts who muttered Last evening, with simper and bow?
4006	UN RENCONTRE Now ought we to laugh or to weep-- Was it comical, or was it grave?
4006	WHAT THE RAIN SAW Winds of the summer time what are you saying, What are ye seeking, and what do you miss?
4006	WHY I LOVE HER Why do I love my sweetheart?
4006	WHY Why do eyes that were tender, Averted, turn away?
4006	Were you there?
4006	What do they know of the world below, And the hopes that are dying, dying?
4006	What is she like, is she dark, or light, This other woman who has the right To love him better than I?
4006	What is the secret you hide from me O herald of days that are to be?
4006	What know they of the world to- day, Of hearts that are silently breaking; Of the human breast, and its great unrest, And its pitiless aching, aching?
4006	Where can we hide or go?
4006	Who came up the aisle with silent feet And gazed at him?
4006	Who vaunts the might of a human will, When a perfume or a sound Can wake a Past that we bade lie still, And open a long closed wound?
4006	Why do we both dissemble The thoughts we used to speak?
4006	Why do you no more tremble Now when I kiss your cheek?
4006	Why grew her heart so cold, so numb?
4006	Why has our dear love''s splendour All faded into gray?
4006	Why is it that lips glow not That late were all aglow?
4006	Why is it that words flow not That used to fondly flow?
4006	Why should I care, so near the Infinite-- Why should I care, that thou wilt cease to miss me?
4006	Why, need I tell thee what its shape or name?
4006	Will the beautiful days I long for so Hold like your song a strain of woe?
4006	You confuse me--_ I got not one thing_, and that''s true; But had I suspected my actions detected I would have had gifts, would n''t you?
4006	but the scene was bright, And why was the bridegroom''s face as pale As his lady''s robe of white?
4006	in the great To Be What canst Thou give me to compensate For the terrible silence, the vacancy, Grim, and awful, and desolate?
4006	what are years?
4006	who is so sad as I?
20174	Whose is the fault? 20174 ''Tis inspirational; its upward flight Lifts generations-- such your Father''s story, And also yours, for is not that, too, gory? 20174 A FOREST FOR THE KING''S HAWKS Say, what is Ma- jest- y without externals? 20174 ALL STARS MERGED IN ONE What is the Truth? 20174 Aghast at forests, white or shadowy? 20174 Ah, by what other pass, are men to fare Through mist and cloud, except the path, aflare With his blest steps from Heaven, and up again? 20174 And rows with royalty, a rabble''s vice? 20174 And what is freedom? 20174 And when earth darkens, and the North wind blows, Why into stars, flake every cloud''s black brew? 20174 Aye, weapons only; for, to whom belong The minds of England, and treed fields of song-- Nay, all but grave- ground, grudged by hill and plain? 20174 Choose-- how else art thou free? 20174 Does scent from bloom, or warble from the wood, Not atmosphere the un- aerial void Twixt thee and beauty, which thy youth enjoyed? 20174 EVACUATION DAY What is it that today we celebrate With school recital, banquet and parade Of our achievements, pageanting each trade? 20174 Eagerly they band, For is the King not greater than the land? 20174 For, who, but the brave Have glory to transmit? 20174 Frail are their ships; still, Sun, why glare aghast, Watching the billows monstering around? 20174 God''s joy to close And all its goodness break and drift cloud- wise? 20174 Gone? 20174 HEAVEN Ah, what is Heaven? 20174 HUMILITY Was not humility the Earthward stair From highest Heaven, by which God came to men, To show the way aloft to human ken? 20174 Had the sun more heart to give To warm thee, than I gave? 20174 Has good Saint George, too woundful to renew His conflict with the dragon of base taint, Been caught up by Elias from earth''s view? 20174 Have I ever been untrue? 20174 How help love thee, whose hand, raised to the sun, Glows rosy, and not red with murder''s stain? 20174 How long must her grand arch of brain, as now, Bear up a universeof what should not"?
20174	How, else, the dragon''s rage in irrestraint?
20174	II Whence comes this cold to Freedom''s claim?
20174	III Oh, what if lone and long thy lofty flight, My country?
20174	III The cock crows.--Is he dreaming?
20174	If such was Stilow''s fate, You saw, the felon would have been the State; Hence, turned from Precedent, demanding"Why?"
20174	If"Holy, Holy, Holy, Evermore?"
20174	In English nature-- oh, where now the saint-- The spirit, to sublime conceptions, true?
20174	Is Athens in ascent with sun- light flare, To come down ashes, not worth history''s keeping?"
20174	Is British triumph in its world- wide tramp The Hell, still"lower than lowest"--Milton''s worst?
20174	Is Burke''s analysis not right--"A Jest"?
20174	Is beauty not the camp- fire, which one host Leaves burning for another, close behind?
20174	Is it their Brocken- Shadow of despair, The looming of their life of cruel wrong For countless ages?
20174	Is the tory Behind the sun, to mock me, who am Glory, Being the lifted life those martyrs give?
20174	Is thy beauty without heart, Or sense of justice?
20174	Is thy vision not as clear As that of Vesper, dauntless pioneer On Twilight''s altitude?
20174	It ceased to toll After a while, but why?
20174	KAISER, BEWARE Dost thou, mad Kaiser, for historic name, Set fire to Europe?
20174	LYRIC TRANSPORT What but the spirit''s ladder to God''s throne Is beauty?
20174	Like Spring, wilt thou roof Earth with bloom and dwell Thereunder?
20174	Mention Elisha''s name for countersign-- and why, it?
20174	O Press, poor harlot of the tyrant, Gold, What freedom, but from truth, hast thou to boast?
20174	Oft, Precedent is Folly with gray hairs; So you, recalling Junius, heard the prayers Of friendless Stilow; then, what did you find?
20174	Oh People, all-- Italian, Spanish, French, Dutch, English, Irish, German, Jew, and Greek-- What see you, as you climb the Future''s Peak?
20174	Oh, how long a time Shall reptiles, deadly to the Human race, Be let grow wings and heavenward trail their slime?
20174	Oh, who can take Promethean Lincoln''s place, To bring light where- so- ever he can trace A Human, with his rights to soul denied?
20174	On they file And phalanx, and the vision makes thee strong: What, though God''s searchlight flares the sky the while?
20174	Or Sun so flaming, as the Angel''s sword Of Human and Devine Wills in accord?
20174	Quenched by dark space?
20174	REPTILES WITH WINGS Are lust for Gold and Power not hideous spawn Of prehistoric reptiles, that had wings?
20174	SAINT GEORGE AND THE DRAGON I In English nature, did Saint George prevail Over the Dragon?
20174	SHAKESPEARE Oh, what are England''s lines of lords and kings, Shakespeare, to thine, a- throb with thought and feeling?
20174	THE EARTH RENEWED BY MEMORY Ah, in the angel- fall from Heaven, is hope?
20174	THE PRESS Was ever such unblushing harlotry, Such sale of virtue in the Market place, As by the Press?
20174	THE QUEEN OF BEAUTY In rapt, roused Erin, who does not behold A Venus, rising from the sea of tears, Up to her native, Earth- illuming spheres?
20174	THE STARS God loves the stars; else why star- shape the dew For the unbreathing, shy, heart- hiding rose?
20174	THE TRUTH What is the truth?
20174	The sun darts under earth and east again, What sees he?
20174	There, lies she, crushed by troops in hot pursuit Of mocking shadows; for be Gain complete, What is it but twin brother to defeat?
20174	Thou thinkest, why not thus all life below?
20174	To feed war with our sons, our flesh and bone, That chaos may reclaim the Universe?"
20174	Unto whom art thou Indebted for thine arm, encircling now The world, sun- like, more than to me?
20174	VI O Daughters of brave sires, what is true glory?
20174	WASHINGTON''S ARMY AND BARRY''S NAVY Who loosed our land from Britain''s numbing hold?
20174	WHY PLAY WITH WORDS, ENGLAND?
20174	Was not Nature''s thaw From his heart heat for truth, Eternal Law?
20174	What care they how foes surround?
20174	What do I ask for?
20174	What is the soul?
20174	What is this Greater-- this which is to meet The planets and ascend high, high and higher?
20174	What less could fitly crown Omnipotence Than Truth, the focus of all rays in Good?
20174	What right have wounds, though wide, to throb, or feel?
20174	What scents he?
20174	What sea so broad, as that from Human weeping?
20174	What splits dark mid- night and gives earth a thrill?
20174	What though few may climb The mountain and the star on trail of thee?
20174	What though few may climb The mountain and the star on trail of thee?
20174	What though fine graphic sketches In magazines show them with shoulders bold Against the nights flood- gates of dark and cold?
20174	What, if the world be chaos where it sins, Race feuds, Creed hatreds, falsehoods gross, deceit, Intrigue and greed, form swirling, blinding sleet?
20174	What, then, is America''s duty to the oppressed race or the small nation?
20174	When a haggard fugitive, Thy dwelling was a swamp, who first to trace Thy crimson footprints to thy hiding place?
20174	When, to thy moan of hunger anywhere, Have I been deaf?
20174	Where a white summit?
20174	Where else canst thou boast To the eternal stars, so grand a sight?
20174	Where, then, can I grope And not be met by echoes that appal?
20174	Which wilt thou be, base or brave?
20174	Who hurles him down the deep?
20174	Who sees not an Epoch''s Angel Fall From hope for earth, in Wilson''s truth, beguiled By second childhood''s toys to play with thrall?
20174	Why hail they Greed, to run on menial chores From deck to deck, or to and from all shores?
20174	Why let Froude fiction haze thy vivid view?
20174	Why not hurl them and convince The world that, hence- forth, not one thrall shall stand?
20174	Why play with words?
20174	Why then, fail?
20174	Why?
20174	Will a glance not find Whole peoples alchemied from heart and mind To steal projectiles by a craft, accursed By Human Nature?
20174	Wilson''s arm lacks strength to hurl the flame, God gave to Lincoln for the Human race?
20174	With Morn, climb, or, with Night, skulk down the skies To grope in caverns, or beneath the wave, Creep, till aghast at monsters that arise?
20174	[ Illustration][ Illustration] DEDICATION TO THE DAUGHTERS OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION I What lineage so noble as from Sires, Laureled by Freedom?
20174	a Whale?
20174	and for what mead?
20174	could God do more To liken thee to Him, and love, infuse?
20174	in the darkness lowers boat after boat From Freedom''s fleet, and each with lightening oars?
20174	is British soldiery the swine, In whose gross forms the fiends, exercised, flew?
20174	is that thunder, God''s collapsing skys?
20174	loves thee, along whose track March Human rights up to the stars parade?
20174	mock with cloud, Thy land and sea renown And Washington, God''s Holy Spirit-- known By the unerring World Light, that it shed?
20174	or, with Scalping Winter''s yell, Scour grove and bush?
20174	read that poem true, And answer,--are those maddening men not you?
20174	shall she, The most devout, be shut from Freedom''s mirth?
20174	we strike our colors?
20174	where are stars so dense, That each has not the freedom of the sky?
20174	wherefore frown?
20174	why all this sleigh- bell rhyming?
20174	why so crass?
20174	with the wisdom of the heavens, dispense?
7110	And when?
7110	Built in so brave a shape, How could he hope escape The blundering people''s wrath?
7110	But in a wilderness Alone may such life be?
7110	But is your mother''s name Grace?
7110	Dost thou remember, Love, those hours Shot o''er with random rainy showers, When the bold sun would woo coy May?
7110	Drowned himself?
7110	Grace, too?
7110	Hast thou forgot the ardor of thy prime?
7110	Heavenly beauties still will rouse Strife and savagery in men: Shall the lucid heavens, then, Lose their high serenity, Sorrowing over what must be?
7110	Her name was Ruth?
7110	How came we through the yielding wood, That day, to this sweet- rustling shore?
7110	How did you know My mother''s name was Grace?
7110	In awe and anguish wondering:"Is it true?"
7110	Is all our purpose lost?
7110	Is it so long that we Have lived upon the lonely sea?
7110	Now pale Sorrow shall encumber All too soon these lands, I deem; Yet who at heart believes The autumn, a false friend, Can bring us fatal harm?
7110	O Love, canst thou this heart of hope restore?
7110	O helper, hidest thou still?
7110	O hero, art thou among us?
7110	O wayward rose, why dost thou wreathe so high, Wasting thyself in sweet- breath''d ecstasy?
7110	O wayward rose, why hast thou ceased to climb?
7110	Oh, can you spy the ancient town,-- The granite hills so hard and gray, That rib the land behind the bay?
7110	Oh, do you know him?
7110	Say, croons it not, so low and clear, As if it understood?"
7110	Shall I for my soul sing hymns, Yet for my body find No clear, divine belief?
7110	The balance broken, since Fate tossed Uneven weights?
7110	The yielding wood?
7110	Three years?
7110	Was it unfaith, or faith more full to her, Made him, for fame and fortune longing, spur Into the world?
7110	What if Death, ere dawn, should claim One of us?
7110	What then?
7110	What weighs the unworthiness of earth When beauty such as this finds birth?
7110	What, he?
7110	What, though living, not the same Each should appear to each in morning- light?
7110	Why do men do so?
7110	Why hath he no anthem sung us, Why waiteth, nor worketh our will?
7110	Why of all things framed, In my human form confessed Should I be ashamed, And blush for honesty?
7110	Wide heaven, with such an ease Dost thou, too, lose the thought of these?
25880	Abodes? 25880 And is she not unhappy then, to find How wretched you must be?"
25880	But,cried romantic I,"is there no sphere Where virtue is rewarded when we die?"
25880	How can she know? 25880 What bones?"
25880	( Where did I see one of those pieces lately?
25880	( Yet were you lost, who were there, then, to circumvent the tricks of men?)
25880	And do you write her still?"
25880	And who wants to swallow a mouthful of sorrow?
25880	Are we swung like two planets, compelled in our separate orbits, Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
25880	Are you still too blind to see?
25880	Are you struggling, perhaps, in a world that I see only dimly, Except as it sweeps toward the star on which I stand alone?
25880	Are you then so brave?
25880	Blurt out the love, she has suspicion for, so?-- why not hitherto?-- what brings you bragging now?-- and what''ll it be hereafter?
25880	But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow- crook?
25880	Can God be less distressed than the least of His creatures are?
25880	Can this be the mystical marriage-- this clash and communion; This pain of possession that frees and encircles us both?
25880	Defer to the you, she has certitude for, me?
25880	Did she deck black hair, one evening, with the winter- white flower of the winter- berry?
25880	Did she look( reft of her lover) at a face gone white under the chaplet of white virgin- breath?
25880	Do I tease myself that morning is morning and a day after?
25880	Do I think the air a condescension, The earth a politeness, Heaven a boon deserving thanks?
25880	Do n''t that make you suspicious That there''s something the dead are keeping back?
25880	Do their tongues ever shrivel with a pain of fire Across those simple syllables"sac- ri- fice"?
25880	Do we want laurels for ourselves most, Or most that no one else shall have any?
25880	Does it matter at all that we do n''t know why?
25880	Does it open its eyes to the sun?
25880	Does it run, does it dream, does it burn with a secret, or tremble In terror of death?
25880	Friday night again and all my songs Forgotten?
25880	Has it lips and a heart?
25880	Have you no comfort for me Cold- colored flowers?
25880	How did you come?
25880	How else dispose of an immortal force No longer needed?
25880	How has the rainbow fallen upon my heart?
25880	How have I snared the seas to lie in my fingers And caught the sky to be a cover for my head?
25880	How many thousand times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is dead?
25880	I have struggled in vain, my decision was fruitless, Why then do I wait?
25880	I wondered who it was the man thought ground-- The one who held the wheel back or the one Who gave his life to keep it going round?
25880	II How have I hurt you?
25880	II What''s this of death, from you who never will die?
25880	If you accent the I, she has an opening for, who are you to strut on ahead and hint there are n''t others, are n''t, were n''t and wo n''t be?
25880	Is that you, Mother?
25880	Is there a horn we should not blow as proudly For the meanest of us all, who creeps his days, Guarding his heart from blows, to die obscurely?
25880	Is this not enough?
25880	Is water wood to serve a brook the same?
25880	Jeered at?
25880	Let Paphos take the mirror: did she press flowerlet of flame- flower to the lustrous white of the white forehead?
25880	Might n''t we make it worse instead of better?
25880	Myself, this lighted room, What are we but a murmurous pool of rain?...
25880	Or ache with tremendous decisions?...
25880	Or is this deeper darkness...?
25880	Poppies?
25880	ROAST LEVIATHAN"_ Old Jews!_"Well, David, are n''t we?
25880	Should I not hear, as I lie down in dust, The horns of glory blowing above my burial?
25880	Staunch it at its source With cinder loads dumped down?
25880	Summoning spirits is n''t"Button, button, Who''s got the button?"
25880	TETÉLESTAI I How shall we praise the magnificence of the dead, The great man humbled, the haughty brought to dust?
25880	The stars?"
25880	The sun, quotha?
25880	There are other scandals You have n''t heard... Can it be dusk so soon?
25880	There goes one... What, I have often mused, did Goethe mean?
25880	Thus shall Life be when Death has disappeared...._ Jeered at?
25880	Was I not once the son of Revolution?
25880	What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
25880	What can they give that you should look to them for compassion Though you bare your heart and lift an imploring face?
25880	What could we do if you were great?
25880	What could we do were I not wise, what play invent, what joy devise?
25880	What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal- all?
25880	What if it was n''t all it should be?
25880	What music will be blended with the wind When gipsy fiddlers, nearing that old land, Bring tunes from all the world to Brahma''s house?
25880	What news is that to make you see so red, To swear and almost tear your beard in half?
25880	What secret Gives wisdom to her purpose?
25880	What trap can hold such cats?
25880	What will you find out there that is not torn and anguished?
25880	What?
25880	What?
25880	Where are the candles?...
25880	Who could see clearly?
25880	Who gave these boughs?"
25880	Who wants to hear?
25880	Who watched this fence till the seeds took root?
25880	Why tears?
25880	XIII Watching the iris, The faint and fragile petals-- How am I worthy?
25880	XIX Love is a game-- yes?
25880	XVII Foolish so to grieve, Autumn has its colored leaves-- But before they turn?
25880	Your portrait, perhaps?
25880	_ Ein Fichtenbaum steht einsam_--you recall?
25880	_ The Mother_ And when I''ve done it, what good have I done?
25880	_ The Mother_ We''ll never let them, will we, son?
25880	_ The Son_ You would n''t want to tell him what we have Up attic, mother?
25880	and bow before you As to a shrine?
25880	did the dark veins beat a deeper purple than the wine- deep tint of the dark flower?
25880	did you see''em, stars of the night sky?
25880	he cried,"Is the old lady of the_ Dammthor_ still alive?
25880	or"Kill''em, kill''em, the...."or"Was that... a rat... ran over my face?"
25880	or"What the hell"or"When do we eat?"
25880	thanks, lad!-- but why argue about it?-- or fancy I''m lonesome?-- do I look as though you had to?
25880	where?
25880	where?)
25880	who?
25880	why?
592	Friend Chang,I said,"San Francisco sleeps as the dead-- Ended license, lust and play: Why do you iron the night away?
592	Pocahontas''body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May-- did she wonder? 592 What will you do to end war for good?
592	''The Craftsman'':"Has America a National Poetry?"
592	And do his bauble- bells beyond the clouds Ring out, and shake with mirth the planets bright?
592	And do you laugh, when Jim, from Huck apart Gropes through the rain and night with breaking heart?
592	And who is here to say us nay?
592	And why, until the dawning sun Are flames coming up from the ground?
592	But do you laugh when Jim bows down forlorn His babe, his deaf Elizabeth to mourn?
592	But who can dodge this genius of the stream, The Mississippi Valley''s laughing dream?
592	Can it go on in the absence of its initiators?
592	Deep in the ages, long, long ago, I was your sweetheart, there on the sand-- Storm- worn beach of the Chinese land?
592	Do you remember, ages after, At last the world we were born to own?
592	I had a silvery name, I had a silvery name, I had a silvery name-- do you remember The name you cried beside the tumbling sea?"
592	II What marching men of Buffalo Flood the streets in rash crusade?
592	In the breezes nod and wheeze?
592	Is it his deacon- beard, or old bald pate That makes the band upon his whims to wait?
592	O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in your slack disgrace?
592	One crow asked the other crow a riddle: The muttering crow Asked the stuttering crow,"Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?
592	Second Section America Watching the War, August, 1914, to April, 1917 Where Is the Real Non- resistant?
592	Shall we be as weird as these?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WILL YOU BRING YOUR FINE PEACE TO THE NATIONS TODAY?"
592	Was it a palace or a barn?
592	What landlord, lawyer, voodoo- man has yet A better native right to make men sweat?
592	Where are those oddities and capers now That used to"set the table on a roar"?
592	Which of our freemen did she greet the first, Seeing him come against the fires accurst?
592	While the monster shadows glower and creep, What can be better for man than sleep?"
592	Who can surrender till death His words and his works, his house and his lands, His eyes and his heart and his breath?
592	Who can surrender to Christ?
592	Who can surrender to Christ?
592	Who shall end my dream''s confusion?
592	Why did they mumble, brood, and stare When the court- players curtsied fair And the Gonzago scene began?
592	Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?"
592	Why?
592	Will you die for the nations, making them whole?
592	Will you stand by the book- case, be nailed to the wood?"
592	You were the heir of the yellow throne-- The world was the field of the Chinese man And we were the pride of the Sons of Han?
592	does she remember-- in the dust-- in the cool tombs?"
409	Bring''st thou no armour, but a staff to me? 409 Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss,"How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss?
409	Dwells there such mischief in the pow''rs above? 409 Goliath say, shall grace to him be shown,"Who dares heav''ns Monarch, and insults his throne?"
409	O when shall we to his blest state arrive? 409 Or say why Caeus offspring is obey''d,"While to my goddesship no tribute''s paid?
409	Rejoice triumphant, my victorious foe,But show the cause from whence your triumphs flow?
409	Say why this new sprung deity preferr''d? 409 Say, mighty pow''r, how long shall strife prevail,"And with its murmurs load the whisp''ring gale?
409	Say, who is this amazing youth?
409	Thou, Lord, whom I behold with glory crown''d,By what sweet name, and in what tuneful sound"Wilt thou be prais''d?
409	What have I done? 409 Where flies my James?"
409	Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove?
409	Why thus insulted by the Delian god? 409 Why vainly fancy your petitions heard?
409	''tis thus I seem to hear The parent ask,"Some angel tell me where"He wings his passage thro''the yielding air?"
409	Among the mental pow''rs a question rose,"What most the image of th''Eternal shows?"
409	And can I then but pray Others may never feel tyrannic sway?
409	And must not then our AEsculapius stay To bring his ling''ring infant into day?
409	And now aloud th''illustrious victor said,"Where are your boastings now your champion''s"dead?"
409	As reason''s pow''rs by day our God disclose, So we may trace him in the night''s repose: Say what is sleep?
409	But how is Mneme dreaded by the race, Who scorn her warnings and despise her grace?
409	But still you cry,"Can we the sigh forbear,"And still and still must we not pour the tear?
409	Can Afric''s muse forgetful prove?
409	Could not his innocence thy stroke controul, Thy purpose shake, and soften all thy soul?
409	Could''st thou unpitying close those radiant eyes?
409	Does not your soul possess the sacred flame?
409	Doth his felicity increase your pain?
409	Eliab heard, and kindled into ire To hear his shepherd brother thus inquire, And thus begun:"What errand brought thee?
409	Freed from a world of sin, and snares, and pain, Why would you wish your daughter back again?
409	From air adust what num''rous ills would rise?
409	Great God, what light''ning flashes from thine eyes?
409	How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn?
409	How sweet the sound when we her plaudit hear?
409	No more in briny show''rs, ye friends around, Or bathe his clay, or waste them on the ground: Still do you weep, still wish for his return?
409	Or can such friendship fail to move A tender human heart?
409	Or could you welcome to this world again The heir of bliss?
409	Or fail''d his artless beauties to surprise?
409	Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?
409	Perfect in bliss she from her heav''nly home Looks down, and smiling beckons you to come; Why then, fond parents, why these fruitless groans?
409	SAY, heav''nly muse, what king or mighty God, That moves sublime from Idumea''s road?
409	SAY, muse divine, can hostile scenes delight The warrior''s bosom in the fields of fight?
409	Say shall its torrents overwhelm thine eyes?
409	Say would you tear him from the realms above By thoughtless wishes, and prepost''rous love?
409	Say, parents, why this unavailing moan?
409	Shall day to day, and night to night conspire To show the goodness of the Almighty Sire?
409	Shall not th''intelligence your grief restrain, And turn the mournful to the cheerful strain?
409	So slow thy rising ray?
409	This mental voice shall man regardless hear, And never, never raise the filial pray''r?
409	Virtue''s rewards can mortal pencil paint?
409	WHO taught thee conflict with the pow''rs of night, To vanquish satan in the fields of light?
409	What dire contagion taint the burning skies?
409	What felt those poets but you feel the same?
409	What flowing tears?
409	What hearts with grief opprest?
409	What pestilential vapours, fraught with death, Would rise, and overspread the lands beneath?
409	What pow''r withstands if thou indignant rise?
409	What secret hand returns the mental train, And gives improv''d thine active pow''rs again?
409	What sighs on sighs heave the fond parent''s breast?
409	When sickness call''d for Marshall''s healing hand, With what compassion did his soul expand?
409	When thus the king:"Dar''st thou a stripling go,"And venture combat with so great a foe?
409	Where is the balm to heal so deep a wound?
409	Where shall a sov''reign remedy be found?
409	While thy dear mate, to flesh no more confin''d, Exults a blest, an heav''n- ascended mind, Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow rise?
409	Why heave your pensive bosoms with the groan?
409	Why thus enrob''d delights he to appear In the dread image of the Pow''r of war?
409	Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?
409	or does it go astray?
409	or what the cause to chide?
409	say"Who keeps thy flock?
409	thy reason then restores, So long suspended in nocturnal hours?
409	whither art thou gone?
409	who can sing thy force?
17189	An old salt,he said,"once-- once--"Bah, what was it?
17189	And I to hate you for it, eh?
17189	Are you really in earnest?
17189	Art thou mad?
17189	But what I can not forgive you, can not think of with any toleration, is--"What?
17189	Do you draw?
17189	How have I offended?
17189	How_ do_ you do, dear? 17189 If I will mend it when I think of it, will you sing a duet?"
17189	It is the old red house, is it not?
17189	May I not be a substitute for Flora?
17189	Miss Etty, would_ you_, if you could, stand still instead of going forward?
17189	Seest thou not what a deformed thief this_ Fashion_ is?
17189	What can it mean?
17189	What is life to me?
17189	What?
17189	What?
17189	Who, who hath supplanted me?
17189	Who?
17189	Who?
17189	Why not?
17189	William Crosby, why, what brings you out in such a storm as this? 17189 Wo n''t you now, Etty?
17189	Would Bertha still brave the king''s displeasure? 17189 A man''s drownded; and who''s to get the body for the wife and the children-- God pity them!--afore the ebb carries it out to sea?
17189	A question this.--Does she love me?
17189	After a pause, she looked at me, as much as to say,"Do n''t you see, you monster, it is too late for me to go alone?"
17189	Am I trifling?
17189	And shall I say that_ you_ sent this?
17189	And the fragrance, so suggestive of its rich, delicious flavor, who can resist?
17189	And the heart,--was that empty likewise?
17189	And what thanks did the worthy Doctor receive, do you think, for this truly kind and polite deed?
17189	And_ you_, sir; what are_ you_ doing?
17189	Are you yet more miserable than before?
17189	But at home,--at home, where there should be confidence, would there not be constraint?
17189	But how came it all about?
17189	But the snarling old fellow asked whether I liked her singing, or her flattery?
17189	By what blessed sunbeams can the ice have been softened, till now, as I hope, it is broken up for ever?
17189	Can her temper be perfectly good?
17189	Can you lay your hand upon a single piece that you want?
17189	Carest thou not for life?"
17189	Could he not yet wave him back?
17189	Did you ever try to eat a peach elegantly and gracefully?
17189	Do the Pierian minstrels meet to- night?
17189	Do you feel dismal, or anxious?
17189	Does no one seek for the absent lord of the castle, while the weary hunters return to be his guests?
17189	Does she like music, then?
17189	Etty,--what are the uses to be made of_ her_ talents, while she lives thus withdrawn into a world of her own?
17189	Hast kept that true and open brow?
17189	Have you quite forgotten me?
17189	He pities and forgives him; he even loves him still, for is he not his brother?
17189	Hear''st thou that gleeful shout?
17189	Hereafter?--And do you think to look On the terrible pages of that Book To find her failings, faults, and errors?
17189	How did she make me offer?
17189	How the meaning of this message would have been known to Mr. Dudley, had not the events we have told disclosed it, who can say?
17189	How would it seem?
17189	Humph!--will it be worth while to trouble myself about the lop- eared dickey?
17189	I do not know certainly that Miss Etty-- By the way, what is her real name?
17189	I suppose, under the new system, but what difference does it make whether the poor thing is smothered or frozen to death?
17189	In a low, deep whisper, he said,"Who, William, did ye say?
17189	Is there aught In thy dream- world more splendid, or more fair?
17189	Is there in the universe an individual more unlucky, more blundering, more sincerely to be pitied?
17189	It is a peculiarly ladylike articulation; was she born and bred in Ratborough, I wonder?
17189	Keeps no one anxious vigil, the live- long night?
17189	Might I not now have reached higher ground, with health of body and mind?
17189	Must no improvement ever be suggested, because it implies imperfection?
17189	No word?
17189	Not one dying thought of Richard?"
17189	Of the poor, distracted, lonely, outcast, and wandering bird?
17189	Of the poor, distracted, lonely, outcast, and wandering bird?
17189	Of the wild and wandering Ostrich, say, have ye never heard?
17189	Of the wild and wayward Ostrich, say, have ye never heard?
17189	Of the wild and wayward Ostrich, say, have ye never heard?
17189	Onward he stole, and lifting the curtain,--curious south- wind!--what did he see?
17189	Or am I in earnest?
17189	Or chime the bells of Boston, or the Port?
17189	Or was it Christian charity, And lowliness and humility, The richest and rarest of all dowers?
17189	Please to give me some little spectacles,_ all my own!_"She could not resist this entreaty,--(who could?)
17189	Pray, is the Boat- Club out?
17189	Shall I-- will I-- go and help this long- expected Miss Flora to alight?
17189	She has been uncommonly amiable and fascinating, and I-- am I not rather bewitched?
17189	She sat a few minutes looking keenly at him, and then whispered,"Who''s that?"
17189	Strip off your coat, and draw up to the fire, ca n''t ye?
17189	The wind said,"Kind brook, will you play with me?"
17189	Was she yet true to the unfortunate?"
17189	Was she, a lady of high degree, So much in love with the vanity And foolish pomp of this world of ours?
17189	Well, what does he do for a living?"
17189	Well, you crusty old curmudgeon, what has been my course since the awe of the schoolmaster ceased to be a sort of external conscience?
17189	What can she be about?
17189	What can she find to be so busy about, the absurd little person?
17189	What cared_ she_ for the wind?
17189	What could I say?
17189	What for, I wonder?
17189	What is to be done?
17189	What made me all thy childish, winning ways so dearly prize?
17189	What of that?
17189	What should I do?
17189	What was her thought?
17189	What was the charm that lay enshrined within thy smiling eyes?
17189	What, thou wilt not drink?
17189	Where are the arch smiles, the lively tones, the quick and ready responses now?
17189	Where are you bound, then, and the night as dark as a wolf''s throat?"
17189	Where is the use of being_ able_ to sing, to sing only when there''s nobody to listen?"
17189	Who arranges the glasses in the parlor?
17189	Who inquires whether momentum comes from mass or velocity?
17189	Who is free from this malady?
17189	Who opes the gate, The neatly painted gate, and runs before With noisy joy?
17189	Who shall tell us?
17189	Who would believe you ever danced in the wind, drank in the evening dews, and spread sweet fragrance on the air?
17189	Why do n''t you go?
17189	Why not go without me, I beg?"
17189	Why not let me sing on, my own way?
17189	Will he industrious gains and home renounce To grow more quickly rich in lands unblest?
17189	Will not the dear old Aunt Tabitha forbid her going?
17189	Will you let me carry both these baskets?"
17189	Will you?
17189	Would any one faint?
17189	Yet I ca n''t help thinking, suppose-- just suppose I_ had_ a right to find fault,--suppose I were a near friend,--would she bear it then?
17189	You ask me if her eyes are fair, And touched with heaven''s own blue, And if I can her cheek compare To the blush- rose''s hue?
17189	You ask me if her form is light And graceful as the fawn; You ask me if her tresses bright Are like the golden dawn?
17189	You doubt the power of the sympathetic laugh?
17189	You remember, old woman, how they frighted ye about me, do n''t ye?"
17189	_ near- sighted_, is she?
17189	bloodthirsty villain, Is''t you?
17189	have_ you_ got one of those rowdy hats?"
17189	heard you not against the window- pane The dash of horny skull in mad career, And a loud buzz of terror?
17189	how can she be so happy in this dull house alone?
17189	is that pretty little yellow dot a star?"
17189	left he no blessing for me?
17189	that startles one,--was I near thinking of it in earnest?
17189	there''s another trump!--There,_ two_ of''em!-- Two?
17189	through this cold world_ thy_ earth- bound feet have trod; and now, Is the loving heart still thine?
17189	to such a question?
17189	what is the matter?
40560	''Ow did it all''appen?
40560	''Twixt me and yew What could Bo do?
40560	( Would you object to_ water in_ such cases?)
40560	And Abraham?
40560	And so we ask again-- shall Women vote?
40560	And to what purpose will have lived thy men Who won imposing fame with sword or pen?
40560	And what, I pray, will all thy thousands slain Avail thy Empire if they''ve died in vain?
40560	And who besides, of all the racial roots, Developed half the lusty leaves and shoots, Strong limbs and branches, virile seed?
40560	Are they not gentle, honest, sweet and kind?
40560	As fast as one, on either side, was slain Another took his place to fight again; Thus both the warring tribes said--"What''s the use?"
40560	Bill?
40560	But what do I care?
40560	But what of Woman?
40560	But why keep beefing over milk that''s spilled?
40560	Could citizens of foreign birth refuse To give our Native Daughters what they choose?
40560	Did Bonaparte receive his proper due?
40560	Did you?
40560	EPILOGUE They say that a stitch that is timely saves nine: You have n''t your needle?
40560	GERMANY O, Hun, from what low beast didst thou descend?
40560	Had Cæsar reached the zenith of his life When Brutus cut his friendship with the knife?
40560	Here is my gun-- Surrendered?
40560	Hindenberg?
40560	How d''ye do, Pierrot?
40560	How long will these high prices stay?
40560	Hydrophobia?
40560	I shake thy icy hand, And, shaking, shovel the beautiful snow: But what shall I do with such an abundance?
40560	I took him to my Palace, as my guest, And poured libations from the cellar''s_ best_,( He was a_ certified_ non- drinker-- See?
40560	I''d like to grab him by the throat And hold his mouth tight shut,-- Who, questioned, makes you out the goat--"Who?
40560	I''m not quite sure, but who''s the bigger dunce?
40560	If a Lion Were a dyin'', Would you go into his lair And attempt to soothe his cryin''?
40560	Innocuous?
40560	Is there no relief For Niobe, deserted, weeping there?
40560	LIFE IN DEATH Why should we dread the Messenger of Death?
40560	LOVE''S RECOMPENSE"Do you really, truly love me, with a love that mocks at Fate?"
40560	My Mother, famous for her pies Lies buried''neath this shaft; I wonder if, in Paradise, She still pursues her craft?
40560	OWED TO A ROACH O, Thou, who thru the sink doth blithely go;( O, Little Roach, how could you_ sink_ so low?)
40560	Of all the Israelites, the men of mark, Who else compares with this grand Patriarch?
40560	Of ponderous cast and savage mien, what teat, With Hatred filled and Passion''s fiery heat, Reared thee more wolf than man?
40560	Or Marc, who got in wrong_ but once_?
40560	Or was it Cousin George, or Nick Who stacked the cards and played the dirty trick?
40560	Or was it Joe, or Ferdinand, or Grey Who sawed the bridge and pulled the props away?"
40560	Or who''d take stock in Poem Plants?
40560	PARAMOUNT PROBLEMS Shall Women vote?
40560	Peace?
40560	Peace?
40560	Peace?
40560	Peace?
40560	Perhaps he objects to his bed on the floor?
40560	Pierrette?
40560	Prepared?
40560	RUSSIA Canst Thou, in all this babel, build aright Freedom''s Palladium?
40560	SANDY, THE PIPER Do ye know me mon Sandy,--Sandy the Piper?
40560	Shall Demon Rum survive Or be, thru Woman Suffrage, flayed alive?
40560	Shall men surrender to the petticoat And give up all their freedom and their tipples Just to return to Lacteal Life and Nipples?
40560	She could have said"I leave you"with the bull, Or"I''ll return anon,"and pulled the wool; The lamb could have replied--"What''s all this for?
40560	Should Drunkards or Illiterates say nay?
40560	Soldiers of Italy, would ye be slaves To Teuton hordes?
40560	Tell your first- born son, Who caused the War, and why it was begun?
40560	The Burglar, have you noticed?
40560	The King?
40560	The furnace,''tis true, gave me something to do, But I think it a shame That some tiny tie like the Little One here( How is Snooks for a name?)
40560	Their thoughts are capital, but who''ll invest In Sonnet Stock without some_ interest_?
40560	These are the questions that engross the nation: Shall Women vote or be kept on probation?
40560	They freely gave their tithes, but did it pay To advertise their wealth?
40560	Thus Prohibition grows: but so does wheat And corn and rye: I wonder which will beat?
40560	Thus, neck and neck, these two great questions lead: Will men be equal to their Country''s need?
40560	Unselfish?
40560	VAGARIES The husky Corn has pushed ahead with silken locks atop; O, Brother, ai n''t it shocking?
40560	We slipped thru you; How d''y''do?
40560	What could I do?
40560	What doctor now would diagnosis make And call it simple, old- time belly- ache, Charging a trifling fee to cure the pain?
40560	What more potent force Doth link mankind together?
40560	What''s that to me, Since all my own Loved Ones lie murdered to- day?
40560	When Love and Friendship, heart and hand, are bound, What more of Joy can compass us around?
40560	When will beefsteak and ham Not be sold by the gram?
40560	Where are her people?
40560	Where is my father?
40560	Where''s her rightful freedom?
40560	Who ever found, I ask you, all he sought?
40560	Who is this man?
40560	Who slipped the leash, and what was the excuse For turning Europe''s rabid War Dogs loose?
40560	Why_ should n''t_ Women vote?
40560	Wouldst be slaves instead?
40560	You wandered from Judea, but why care?
40560	Your Teddy Bear''s growling: or is it a snore?
40560	do you say?
6062	Who were your friends?
6062	A funeral vase awaiting tearful showers?
6062	A silken cushion or a bank of flowers?
6062	A smirking servant smiled When she gave him her child to keep; Did she know he would strangle the child As it lay in his arms asleep?
6062	An Eastern odour, waste and oasis blent?
6062	And where, after all, is the harm done?
6062	Are the high deeds of the sires sung to the children no more?
6062	Art thou late fruit of spicy savour and scent?
6062	As Freedom with eyes aglow Smiled glad through her childbirth pain, How was the mother to know That her woe and travail were vain?
6062	But still they questioned,"Who art thou?
6062	But what care I if this be all pretence?
6062	Chained, watching her chosen nation Grinding late and early In the mills of usurpation?
6062	Did you ever hear an Apache yell?
6062	For thou art more than life, And if our fate should set Life and my love at strife, How could I then forget I love thee more than life?
6062	Four months alone I walked the chalk, I thought my heart would break; And all them boys a- slappin my back And axin'',"What''ll you take?"
6062	Has she not paid it dearly?
6062	Hast thou forgotten those days illumined with glory and honour, When the far isles of the sea thrilled to the tread of Castile?
6062	Hath He no instruments here?
6062	Have not her holy tears, Flowing through shameful years, Washed the stains from her tortured hands?
6062	How did he git thar?
6062	How shall His vengeance be done?
6062	How, when His purpose is clear?
6062	I''ve searched in vain, from Dan to Beer- Sheba, to make this mystery clear; But I end with HIT as I did begin,--"WHO GOT THE WHISKY- SKIN?"
6062	In fine, upon this April day, This deep conundrum I will bring: Tell me the two good reasons, pray, I have, to say you are like spring?
6062	Must He come down from His throne?
6062	Nay, what is it to thee?"
6062	On the dun hills of the North hast thou heard of no plough- boy Pizarro?
6062	Roams no young swine- herd Cortes hid by the Tagus''wild shore?
6062	Say, what wilt Thou with me?"
6062	Say, what''s the use of being a fool?
6062	She is stunned and speechless yet, In her grief and bloody sweat Shall we make her trust her blame?
6062	The captain seized the little waif, And said,"What dost thou here?"
6062	The fresh young smile, so pure and fine, Does it but mock our reading?
6062	The handmaid rows and the Countess speaks:"Seest thou not there where the water breaks Seven corpses swim In the moonlight dim?
6062	There is not so much to pardon,-- For why were your lips so red?
6062	Through the long days and years What will my loved one be, Parted from me?
6062	V. Has the red blood run cold that boiled by the Xenil and Darro?
6062	V. What is a first love worth, except to prepare for a second?
6062	Whar have you been for the last three year That you have n''t heard folks tell How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks The night of the Prairie Belle?
6062	What ailed the girl?
6062	What art thou now?
6062	What does the second love bring?
6062	What hast thou been?
6062	What man is there so bold that he should say,"Thus, and thus only, would I have the sea"?
6062	When every land under Heaven was flecked by the shade of thy banner,-- When every beam of the sun flashed on thy conquering steel?
6062	Which shall we see?
6062	Why read ye not the changeless truth,-- The free can conquer but to save?
6062	You did n''t know Ben?
6062	You see it; A gay old thing, is it not?
6062	[ You give it up?]
6062	do they shine, those eyes of thine, But for our own misleading?
6062	they said,"By His dread Name who shall one day come To judge the quick and the dead,--"Who art thou?
6062	why should you worry in choosing whom you shall marry?
9568	He who might Plato''s banquet grace, Have I not seen before me sit, And watched his puritanic face, With more than Eastern wisdom lit?
9568	Is it the palm, the cocoa- palm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
9568	Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?
9568	Secure on God''s all- tender heart Alike rest great and small; Why fear to lose our little part, When He is pledged for all?
9568	What are its jars, so smooth and fine, But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine, And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?
9568	What does the good ship bear so well?
9568	What had she in those dreary hours, Within her ice- rimmed bay, In common with the wild- wood flowers, The first sweet smiles of May?
9568	What heed I of the dusty land And noisy town?
9568	Who smokes his nargileh, cool and calm?
9570	A banished name from Fashion''s sphere, A lay unheard of Beauty''s ear, Forbid, disowned,--what do they here?
9570	And wilt thou prize my poor gift less For simple air and rustic dress, And sign of haste and carelessness?
9570	Think ye that Raphael''s angel throng Has vanished from his side?
9570	Think ye the notes of holy song On Milton''s tuneful ear have died?
9570	Was it the lifting of that eye, The waving of that pictured hand?
9570	What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie?
9570	What marvel then that Fame should turn Her notes of praise to those of scorn; Her gifts reclaimed, her smiles withdrawn?
9570	What matters it?
9570	Why should the unborn critic whet For me his scalping- knife?
9570	whose of all those kindly eyes Now smile upon another''s?
61755	''How''ll I know it when I get to it?'' 61755 ''Whereabouts is this Tenderloin, Colonel?''
61755	A fellow with a high hat and brass buttons gets down off the top of his covered sulky, and says to me,''Keb, sir?'' 61755 Are n''t you fond of New York, then?"
61755	Been looking over some real estate, out here? 61755 Comrade,"he said,"is it well with you?"
61755	Did you speak to her for me?
61755	Do you drink, comrade?
61755	Do you pray, comrade?
61755	Do you suppose the wild, insensate longing I feel for metropolitan gayety is going to be satisfied by waxworks and razorback architecture? 61755 Good avening, Mr. Holcombe, is it yerself ag''in?
61755	I do n''t like it, do you see? 61755 Say, Bob, do you remember that Irish girl, Katie Flynn, that was with the Spaffords so long a time?"
61755	The feud diagnosis, then?
61755	What''d be the use? 61755 Who is this fellow Conlan, Katie?"
61755	You''re after my girl again, are you?
61755	Ai n''t you got any civic pride about you?''
61755	Are you game?"
61755	Bill?"
61755	Ca n''t you give me just a little piece, my throat is burning?"
61755	Can you play euchre?
61755	Did n''t you have a chance to spend any of your money?"
61755	Did you get the scent of those lilacs then?
61755	Do n''t it say somewhere for a man to give up his own family or friends and serve the Lord?"
61755	Do you see?"
61755	Does Katie care for him?"
61755	Does he want you to live always in this cottage for the convenience of his mightiness?
61755	Does n''t it seem a pity, now, that bloomers are n''t in fashion?
61755	How''re Mrs. Holcombe and the young H''s?"
61755	How''s the family with you?"
61755	I''ve been wantin''to ask you: Do you believe the Lord would take a man in if he come to Him late like-- kind of a last resort, you know?
61755	If it was any other time-- say,''says he, like an idea struck him,''how''d you like to take in the all- night restaurants?
61755	Is it quite the square thing to try to prevent her from doing what she prefers to do?
61755	Is there anything between him and Katie?
61755	Jack, do you want to break my heart?
61755	Knocked that friend of yours out yet?"
61755	Made a lucky deal today?"
61755	Miss Rankin?"
61755	Or the junior partner of Slowcoach& Green, of Geegeewocomee, State of Goobers, come on for the fall stock of jeans, lingerie, and whetstones?
61755	Ripley, did you forget those bonbons?
61755	Sailing, sailing, sailing, where does this river go?
61755	The girl goes with you, do you see?
61755	The humourist wrote:"When a man puts a piece of ice down a girl''s back at a picnic, does he give her the cold shoulder?"
61755	What is that red mark on your brow?
61755	What''s pleasing you so?
61755	Where is the boasted badness of your unjustly vituperated city?''
61755	Who is that climbing in the window?
61755	Why do you listen to him?"
61755	Why does he interfere?
61755	Why does he stand in the way?
61755	Why have you no ice?
61755	Would n''t it look mean to wait till then and try to come?"
61755	You know when I can think best, sergeant?
61755	You thought I was underwear buyer for the Blue- Front Dry Goods Emporium of Pine Knob, NC, did n''t you?
61755	You''ll give me more time, wo n''t you, sergeant?"
61755	asked Holcombe, in a low voice;"did you try to help me gain her consent as you promised to do?"
28706	Ah done tole yuh, Mose, howebber yuh fix it up, dat dis hyar am a mighty hahd wohld we lib in?
28706	An''how is the poor bye gettin''on?
28706	And what is the peculiar derangement of this patient?
28706	Any one snake bit?
28706	Are n''t you afraid some of these lobbyists will persuade you by their eloquence into supporting some bad measure?
28706	Are the members of the legislature extravagant in their habits?
28706	Bill? 28706 Did you have any accidents on the fishing trip?"
28706	Did you make a Good Resolution, Sandy?
28706	Do you see that big man coming there?
28706	Has the Legislature done much?
28706	How am dat, Sambo?
28706	How are you getting on, Mose?
28706	How come, Rastus?
28706	How come, Rastus?
28706	How is that, Uncle?
28706	How was that, Rastus?
28706	How was that? 28706 Is the Legislature passing any big bills?"
28706	No; none to speak of?
28706	Well, Jimmy, how''s your Pa getting along with his corn- shucking and cotton picking?
28706	Well, Sam, how''s cotton- picking getting along?
28706	Well, did you have a good time Thanksgiving, Uncle Billy?
28706	Well, how did it come out?
28706	Well, what did Santa Claus bring you?
28706	What Shall It Matter, Dear?
28706	What are you foolin''with now, John?
28706	What do you expect for Christmas, Major?
28706	What is that?
28706	What was that?
28706	Where are you going, Rastus?
28706	Where is Billy Spudder tonight?
28706	Which one of them got the worst of it?
28706	Why, how''s that?
28706	''Tis morning on the hill- tops?
28706	( Or was it, after all, some saintly woman?)
28706	And no matter where I''m staying, Please break in with rush and roar For I''m always glad to see you, Mr. Dollar, at the door?
28706	Are not her laurels rich and rare?
28706	At the end of the day What reward shall we gain For the pleasures of play And the presence of pain?
28706	De Hant he come en hollah f''um de bahn''s ole gable deep:"Whah''s dat New Yaar Resolution dat Ah gib you- all toh keep?"
28706	De Hant he come en hollah right above de cabin doo'':"What yuh done wif all dem good t''ings dat Ah tole yuh''bout befo?"
28706	Did n''t you ever hear of Abraham Lincoln, who set your people free?"
28706	Do n''t you bear the angel carols rising o''er the cries of wrong?
28706	Do n''t you hear the fiddle, fellers?
28706	Do n''t you hear the fiddle, fellers?
28706	Do n''t you hear the song?
28706	Do n''t you now recall distinctly how we speechified till hoarse, Trying to convince the people what was just the proper course?
28706	Do n''t you think it''s rather soon For the making of your music, And the striking of a tune?"
28706	Do n''t you wish you had n''t done it?
28706	Do the loads seem hard and heavy As you bear them with your might?
28706	Do you feel the hate and malice Of the foolish ones that fight?
28706	Ever see the sun rise proudly from the prairie''s naked rim Filling up the world of wonder till it overflows the brim?
28706	Hello, Mister Canteloupe, When did you arrive?
28706	Her apt attainments great with grace?
28706	If the bad people never made scandal, what would the good people have to talk about?
28706	If this life is n''t worth living well, how do you expect to take one with you into another world that will be worth any more?
28706	Is not he our chosen ruler, sworn to keep the law intact, And to serve his faithful subjects with his every thought and act?
28706	Life is full of bliss, And the merry music Who shall dare to miss?
28706	Mister Sorrow came one day When the times were blue, And he said:"My brother, say Can I stay with you?"
28706	Nay, who can measure and comprehend even his own?
28706	Onward we are drifting; What if skies are gray?
28706	Over yonder bloom the lilies and the roses and the life; What shall matter all the brambles and the underbrush of strife?
28706	Rich man foh de pooh man dance One night in de yeah; Pooh man foh de rich man prance All times, do yuh heah?
28706	Shall we sorrow that the laughters, left the shadows of the way, And the cares of life unlifting fringed the rosy skies with gray?
28706	Shall we sorrow without comfort for the dreams that fled in tears,-- For the hopes forlorn and shattered on the shores of other years?
28706	That his pantaloons bagged and were ragged and frayed?
28706	The world may do or say?
28706	Then come with me, my honey; What though the wild winds blow?
28706	There is nothing like having Santa Claus remember you well, is there?"
28706	V. What matter, Dear, though dullard thousands throng And jostle rudely at Life''s holy feast?
28706	What if days are sad?
28706	What if long the wait and watching?
28706	What if nights are gloomy?
28706	What if over you the shadows And the nights of cold and rain?
28706	What if sky and sun are black?
28706	What if there''s trouble And what if there''s wrong?
28706	What if we have failed to keep it?
28706	What if we have failed to keep it?
28706	What if you stumble When racing it strong?
28706	What matter the dismal road?
28706	What matter the hills above us?
28706	What matter though careless of me, She drifts to the sands of the desert and sails on the wave- tossing sea?
28706	What matters bog or bramble of delay,-- The mountain slope or shore of ocean reeds?
28706	What matters if shadows may hover o''er blue hills far and dim?
28706	What matters it, Dear, though the burdens be sore?
28706	What matters sob or sin?
28706	What matters the cold Which the harvest has warmed with the russet and gold?
28706	What matters the tempest, The storm and the night?
28706	What shall it matter though sorrows distress us?
28706	What shall it matter, Dear, how goes the battle?
28706	What shall it matter, Dear, how the world use us?
28706	What shall it matter, then, what shall it matter?
28706	What shall matter the struggle with error and wrong?
28706	What though the valleys wander in shadows manifold?
28706	What to him the dangers dark,-- Terrors of the waveless stream?
28706	What to us is Trouble?
28706	What to us unhappiness Of the sad heart''s storm and stress?
28706	What use to worry When the load you have to leave?
28706	What''s the use of getting blue When the joys are so amazing?
28706	What''s the use to beckon trouble As you journey down the road?
28706	What''s the use to go to growling When the comrades that you knew Turn their backs on all your kindness And unsheathe their knives for you?
28706	What''s the use to go to weeping When the shadows wander wide?
28706	What''s the use to grumble, what''s the use to fret,''Cause the cotton''s weedy and the days go wet?
28706	What''s the use to keep complaining At the gifts the good days bring?
28706	What''s the use to pout and pester when the joy- bells cease to chime?
28706	What''s the use to shiver When the blizzards blow?
28706	What''s the use to welcome trouble?
28706	What''s the use to worry?
28706	What''s the use to worry?
28706	When the sun shall have set What reward shall we get?
28706	Who can measure the dynamic force of one small life, or even of its smallest act?
28706	Who can understand the deeps and heights of another''s nature?
28706	Whut''s the fun of foolin''round With the posies dead en buried, en the snows upon the ground?
28706	Wo n''t you for the once be good?
28706	Wo n''t you let us find fruition for the hopes misunderstood?
28706	cried the Woodchuck in a voice, defiant, shrill,"By what right does Mister Big Teeth come to slaughter us and kill?
10490	(_ Here_ MARY_ looketh around her, trembling, and then saith:_)_ Mary._ Who is it speaketh in this place, With such a gentle voice?
10490	A spy in the convent?
10490	Ah, how can I ever hope to requite This honor from one so erudite?
10490	Already thou hast heard the rest But what brings thee, thus armed and dight In the equipments of a knight?
10490	Am I not Herod?
10490	And what are the studies you pursue?
10490	And where is the Prince?
10490	And wilt thou die?
10490	And yet who knows?
10490	Are all things well with them?
10490	Are you Christian monks, or heathen devils, To pollute this convent with your revels?
10490	Are you such asses As to keep up the fashion of midnight masses?
10490	But by what instinct, or what secret sign, Meeting me here, do you straightway divine That northward of the Alps my country lies?
10490	But do I comprehend aright The meaning of the words he sung So sweetly in his native tongue?
10490	Can it be so?
10490	Can you bring The dead to life?
10490	Canst thou thy letters say?
10490	Come, Aleph, Beth; dost thou forget?
10490	Do I not know The life of woman is full of woe?
10490	Do you see that Livornese felucca, That vessel to the windward yonder, Running with her gunwale under?
10490	Does he not warn us all to seek The happier, better land on high, Where flowers immortal never wither, And could he forbid me to go thither?
10490	Does she Without compulsion, of her own free will, Consent to this?
10490	Does the same madness fill thy brain?
10490	Dost thou hear?
10490	Dost thou not see upon my breast The cross of the Crusaders shine?
10490	For why should I With outdoor hospitality My prince''s friend thus entertain?
10490	Hardly a glimmer Of light comes in at the window- pane; Or is it my eyes are growing dimmer?
10490	Have I thine absolution free To do it, and without restriction?
10490	Have you done this, by the appliance And aid of doctors?
10490	Have you forgotten that day in June, When the church was so cool in the afternoon, And I came in to confess my sins?
10490	Have you lifted me Into the air, only to hurl me back Wounded upon the ground?
10490	Have you thought well of it?
10490	How is the Prince?
10490	How shall we do it?
10490	Is it not so?
10490	Is it you, Hubert?
10490	Is this a tavern and drinking- house?
10490	Logic makes an important part Of the mystery of the healing art; For without it how could you hope to show That nobody knows so much as you know?
10490	Meanwhile, hast thou searched well thy breast?
10490	Moreover, what has the world in store For one like her, but tears and toil?
10490	One of the brothers Telling scandalous tales of the others?
10490	Or does my sight Deceive me in the uncertain light?
10490	Or have thy passion and unrest Vanished forever from thy mind?
10490	Our journey into Italy Perchance together we may make; Wilt thou not do it for my sake?
10490	Pray tell me, of what school are you?
10490	The day is drawing to its close; And what good deeds, since first it rose, Have I presented, Lord, to thee, As offerings of my ministry?
10490	The peace of God, that passeth understanding, Reigns in these cloisters and these corridors, Are you Ernestus, Abbot of the convent?
10490	What ails the child, who seems to fear That we shall do him harm?
10490	What are the books now most in vogue?
10490	What are these paintings on the walls around us?
10490	What brings thee hither?
10490	What can I say?
10490	What can this mean?
10490	What have we here, affixed to the gate?
10490	What if this were of God?
10490	What is that yonder on the square?
10490	What is the course you here go through?
10490	What is this castle that rises above us, and lords it over a land so wide?
10490	What is your illness?
10490	What land is this that spreads itself beneath us?
10490	What may your wish or purpose be?
10490	What means this revel and carouse?
10490	What potent charm Has drawn thee from thy German farm Into the old Alsatian city?
10490	What sound is that?
10490	What think you of ours here at Salern?
10490	What wrong repressed, what right maintained What struggle passed, what victory gained, What good attempted and attained?
10490	What, then, if thou wert dead?
10490	When came you in?
10490	Whence come you now?
10490	Whence come you?
10490	Whence come you?
10490	Whence come you?
10490	Where is he?
10490	Who and what are you?
10490	Who built it?
10490	Who is it speaks?
10490	Who is it that doth stand so near His whispered words I almost hear?
10490	Who says that I am ill?
10490	Who shall dare My crown to take, my sceptre bear, As king among the Jews?
10490	Who was it said Amen?
10490	Who would think her but fourteen?
10490	Why dost thou lift those tender eyes With so much sorrow and surprise?
10490	Why entreat me, why upbraid me, When the steadfast tongues of truth And the flattering hopes of youth Have all deceived me and betrayed me?
10490	Why have I done this?
10490	Why howl the dogs at night?
10490	Why keep me pacing to and fro Amid these aisles of sacred gloom, Counting my footsteps as I go, And marking with each step a tomb?
10490	Why should the world for thee make room, And wait thy leisure and thy beck?
10490	Why stayest thou, Prince of Hoheneck?
10490	Why wait you?
10490	Wilt thou so love me after death?
10490	_ Bertha._ Did he give us the beautiful stork above On the chimney- top, with its large, round nest?
10490	_ Doctor Cherubino._ What do I care for the Doctor Seraphic, With all his wordy chaffer and traffic?
10490	_ Elsie._ And must he die?
10490	_ Elsie._ And what is this, that follows close upon it?
10490	_ Elsie._ Do you know the story Of Christ and the Sultan''s daughter?
10490	_ Elsie._ Shall we not go, then?
10490	_ Elsie._ What bells are those, that ring so slow, So mellow, musical, and low?
10490	_ Elsie._ Why is it hateful to you?
10490	_ Elsie._ Will you not promise?
10490	_ Elsie._ Wilt thou as fond and faithful be?
10490	_ Elsie_ Christ died for me, and shall not I Be willing for my Prince to die?
10490	_ Elsie_ What is this picture?
10490	_ Elsie_ What?
10490	_ Elsie_ Why should I live?
10490	_ Friar Cuthbert._ Who are they?
10490	_ Friar John._ What is the name of yonder friar, With an eye that glows like a coal of fire, And such a black mass of tangled hair?
10490	_ Gottlieb._ What if they were dead?
10490	_ Gottlieb._ What wouldst thou?
10490	_ Gottlieb._ Where are Bertha and Max?
10490	_ Gottlieb._ Where are the children?
10490	_ Justice._ What penitence proportionate Can e''er be felt for sin so great?
10490	_ Lucifer( starting)._ What is that bell for?
10490	_ Lucifer._ Will you not taste it?
10490	_ Lucifer_ What is their remedy?
10490	_ Monks,_ And your Abbot What''s- his- name?
10490	_ Monks._ Did he drink hard?
10490	_ Monks._ Who?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ And whose tomb is that, Which bears the brass escutcheon?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ And will the righteous Heaven forgive?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ But this deed, is it good or evil?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ Can you direct us to Friar Angelo?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ How fares it with the holy monks of Hirschau?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ What is it?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ Why for the dead, who are at rest?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ Will one draught Suffice?
10490	_ Prince Henry._ Wouldst thou have done so, Elsie?
10490	_ Rabbi._ And now, my Judas, say to me What the great Voices Four may be, That quite across the world do flee, And are not heard by men?
10490	_ Rabbi._ What next?
10490	_ Ursula._ Of death or life?
10490	_ Ursula._ What dost thou mean?
10490	_ Ursula_ Am I still dreaming, or awake?
10490	_ Walter._ How did it end?
10490	_ Walter._ How is the Prince?
10490	an adept?
10490	and offered me The waters of eternal life, to bid me Drink the polluted puddles of this world?
10490	are you going to slay me?
10490	can you tell me where alight Thuringia''s horsemen for the night?
10490	do you not hear?
10490	do you see at the window there That face, with a look of grief and despair, That ghastly face, as of one in pain?
10490	how came you into this way?
10490	now say, if thou art wise, When the Angel of Death, who is full of eyes, Comes where a sick man dying lies, What doth he to the wight?
10490	what ails thee, my poor child?
10490	what are the tidings to- day?
10490	what is the news, I pray?
10490	where?
10490	why do ye play, And break the holy Sabbath day?
10490	wouldst thou so?
7399	And what is that, pray tell me, love, that paddles off so fast?
7399	QUI VIVE?
7399	Qui vive?
7399	Qui vive?
7399	Qui vive?
7399	When often by our feet has past Some biped, Nature''s walking whim, Say, have we trimmed one awkward shape, Or lopped away one crooked limb? 7399 A whisper trembled through the crowd, Who could the stranger be? 7399 And is there none with me to share The glories of the earth and sky? 7399 And lay in the silent sea, And the Lily had folded her satin leaves, For a sleepy thing was she; What is the Lily dreaming of? 7399 And what if court or castle vaunt Its children loftier born?-- Who heeds the silken tassel''s flaunt Beside the golden corn? 7399 But what if the stormy cloud should come, And ruffle the silver sea? 7399 Can Seer or Sibyl read thee now? 7399 Her pale lip quivered, and the light Gleamed in her moistening eyes;-- I asked her how she liked the tints In those Castilian skies? 7399 I hear the hissing fry The beggars know where they can go, But where, oh where shall I? 7399 L''INCONNUE Is thy name Mary, maiden fair? 7399 Oh, when love''s first, sweet, stolen kiss Burned on my boyish brow, Was that young forehead worn as this? 7399 Out spoke the ancient fisherman,--Oh, what was that, my daughter?"
7399	Remember, remember, thou silly one, How fast will thy summer glide, And wilt thou wither a virgin pale, Or flourish a blooming bride?
7399	Those eyes,--among thine elder friends Perhaps they pass for blue,-- No matter,--if a man can see, What more have eyes to do?
7399	WRITTEN AT SEA THE WASP AND THE HORNET"QUI VIVE?"
7399	Was that flushed cheek as now?
7399	Were that wild pulse and throbbing heart Like these, which vainly strive, In thankless strains of soulless art, To dream themselves alive?
7399	What makes thy cheek so pale?
7399	Who can thy unborn meaning scan?
7399	Why crisp the waters blue?
7399	Would he turn his eye from the distant sky, To smile on a thing like thee?
7399	but where was thine?
7399	thou dost not fear To clasp a spectre''s tail?"
9569	From youth to age unresting stray These kindly mockers in our way; Yet lead they not, the baffling elves, To something better than themselves? 9569 What matter though we seek with pain The garden of the gods in vain, If lured thereby we climb to greet Some wayside blossom Eden- sweet?
9569	And am I he whose keen surprise Flashed out from such unclouded eyes?
9569	Are these the rocks whose mosses knew The trail of thy light gown, Where boy and girl sat down?
9569	Is this the wind, the soft sea wind That stirred thy locks of brown?
9569	Or glimpse through ions old?
9569	Or sense or spirit?
9569	Somewhere it laughed and sang; somewhere Whirled in mad dance its misty hair; But who had raised its veil, or seen The rainbow skirts of that Undine?
9569	That Tyrian maids with flower and song Danced through the hill grove''s spaces, And hoary- bearded Druids found In woods their holy places?
9569	Was it a dim- remembered dream?
9569	Was it the half- unconscious moan Of one apart and mateless, The weariness of unshared power, The loneliness of greatness?
9569	What Presence from the heavenly heights To those of earth stoops down?
9569	What eyes look through, what white wings fan These purple veils of air?
9569	What marvel that, in simpler days Of the world''s early childhood, Men crowned with garlands, gifts, and praise Such monarchs of the wild- wood?
9569	What unseen altar crowns the hills That reach up stair on stair?
9569	Who shall say What touch the chord of memory thrills?
9569	where are they who sailed with me The beautiful island- studded sea?
9566	Know''st thou,he said,"thy gift of old?"
9566	And, as the slow hours passed, Would he doubt her faith at last?
9566	But when she saw through the misty pane, The morning break on a sea of rain, Could even her love avail To follow his vanished sail?
9566	Did all thy memories die with thee?
9566	Did boyhood frolic in the snow?
9566	Did child feet patter on the stair?
9566	Did gray age, in her elbow chair, Knit, rocking to and fro?
9566	Did he pace the sands?
9566	Did he pause to hear The sound of her light step drawing near?
9566	Did maidens, swaying back and forth In rhythmic grace, at wheel and loom, Make light their toil with mirth?
9566	Did rustic lovers hither come?
9566	Does, then, immortal memory play The actor''s tragic part, Rehearsals of a mortal life And unveiled human heart?
9566	Has not a cry of pain been heard Above the clattering mill?
9566	The pawing of an unseen horse, Who waits his mistress still?
9566	Were any we d, were any born, Beneath this low roof- tree?
9566	What ghost his unforgiven sin Is grinding o''er and o''er?
9566	What goodwife sent the earliest smoke Up the great chimney flue?
9566	What matter if the gains are small That life''s essential wants supply?
9566	What nameless horror of the past Broods here forevermore?
9566	What was it his fond eyes met?
9566	What was it the parting lovers heard?
9566	Whether her fate she met On the shores of Carraquette, Miscou, or Tracadie, who can say?
9566	Whose axe the wall of forest broke, And let the waiting sunshine through?
9566	weighed with childhood''s haunts and friends, And all that the home sky overbends, Did ever young love fail To turn the trembling scale?
12402	And was this bright-- this fair domain-- With all its beauty, formed in vain? 12402 No answer still?
12402	What if they meet this side the goal?
12402	A step at the gate, in the path, on the sill; Did the postman return?
12402	A world is waiting for thee: And shall it be deceived?
12402	Ah, then, who''d dream that aught so fair, Was fleeting as the Summer air?
12402	And archly she said as she gave him his tea,"Where''s the valentine Archy, you promised to me?
12402	And if he sometimes noisy grows, What matter, if he''s right?
12402	And is not such a scene as this the spell, That lulls the restless passions into peace?
12402	And lightnings glared those towering trees among?
12402	And who are those men, daughter, helping him down?
12402	And will he come and mock me with his booty, And twirl my visions round his bony finger?
12402	And will he tell my heart no other beauty Upon the earth is mine-- no other duty, Than for his mandate linger?
12402	Are there no duties there to do?
12402	Are they our kindred?
12402	But avails it aught?
12402	But that''s not all-- the horse I ride, The ox I yoke, the dog I chide, The flesh and fish and fowl we feed on Are kindred, too; is that agreed on?
12402	But why thus chide-- why not with gratitude Receive and cherish ev''ry gleam of joy?
12402	But, slowly she revives-- when, quick as light, His cloak and wig are instantly thrown by-- And what is that that greets her''wildered sight?
12402	But, who than Jackson ever yet Has filled a prouder grave?
12402	By yon steep stair of ruddy light The sun is climbing fast aloft; What makes the stealthy, creeping chill That hangs about the morning still?"
12402	Call back the pure, forgiven, To such a world as this?
12402	Can bleeding hearts refrain?
12402	Can earthly commerce hush the music of the heart, and shut the door of memory on a friend?
12402	Can you know All the good I owe to you?
12402	Canst thou read his inmost soul?
12402	Canst thou search his secret feelings?
12402	Canst thou tell the hidden motives Which his actions here control?
12402	Death have hush''d The music that endears, And makes this chill''d existence tolerable?
12402	Did angels with snow- white wings come down And hover about her dying bed?
12402	Did friends who had left it, to greet her, advance And joyfully lead her to dwell with them, there?
12402	Did her gaze rest on valleys and pastures green, Where roses in beauty supernal, bloom?
12402	Did she cross the deep Jordan without any fears For all were now calmed on her dear Saviour''s breast?
12402	Did strains of sweet music her senses entrance While Earth, with her loved ones, receded in air?
12402	Did they bear a white robe, and a starry crown To place on their sainted comrade''s head?
12402	Do lilacs bloom in the wild green wood?
12402	Do roses drop from the bilberry bough?
12402	Dost thou mourn for the hoary- headed sage Who has sunk to the grave''neath the weight of age?
12402	Dost thou mourn that the gray and mouldering door Swings back to the reverent crowd no more?
12402	Dost thou mourn, that from sacred desk the word Of life and truth is no longer heard?
12402	Doth a watcher, pale and patient, Folded from the tempest''s wrath, Wait the coming of my footsteps Down the grave''s long, lonesome path?
12402	Earth, air and sky, in dire commune, Demand-- what hand shall guide them now?
12402	For the bride''s decay?
12402	For the bridegroom''s fall?
12402	For the light of youth quenched in the tomb?
12402	For the vanquished pride of manhood''s bloom?
12402	Giant, young and strong, What impulse heaves thy throbbing breast?
12402	Hath the queen of all blossoming beauty Come forth with the early dawn?
12402	Have I return?
12402	Have we grown wiser?
12402	Heed the voice that asks in scorn,-- Thou liv''dst and reign''dst for what?
12402	Hey?
12402	Hold I the slightest part Within the boundless realm of thy confiding heart?
12402	How are you, George, my rhyming brother?
12402	How have we used this fleeting year?
12402	How long has that hand lain in dust?
12402	How long, and yet how long, must this frail bark be driven, While these unsteady, fitful hope- lights given, One after one expire?
12402	How long?
12402	How stands the case to- day?
12402	How, poor frail and erring mortal, Darest thou judge thy fellow- man And with bitter words and feelings, All his faults and frailties scan?
12402	I see her soul in yonder star, I see the soft lines of her face, And could God so unkindly mar That angel beauty and its grace?
12402	Is he erring?
12402	Is it chiming in woe or gladness, Its symphonies sweet and grand?
12402	Is it hung in an ancient turret?
12402	Is it rung for a shadowy sorrow, In the shadowy phantom land?
12402	Is it swung by a mortal hand?
12402	John A. Calhoun, my Joe John,"I wonder what you mean?"
12402	Just ask the wisest, What is matter?
12402	Let me see, Yes;"Can Christians consistently Engage in war against a brother And at the same time love each other?"
12402	List-- do you hear that mother speak For her son that is doom''d to die?
12402	Lying in your chamber low, Neath the daisies and the dew, Can you hear me?
12402	Must it be That all the fools in all creation, And knaves and thieves of every station In life, can call me their relation?
12402	No clothes to mend, that you could sew, No beer that''s worth the brewing?
12402	On pinions of light did she mount to the spheres Where all is contentment, and pleasure, and rest?
12402	Or dost thou ever give to me one thought?
12402	Or dost thou mourn that the house of God Has ceased to be a divine abode?
12402	Or shall the journey henceforth take A brighter phaze for me?
12402	Or shout for war?
12402	Or who shall hope, or friend, or foe, E''er to forget that hour?
12402	Reason return:--let strife be o''er?
12402	Saw ye in your solemn marches From the citadel of death, In our bridal halls of beauty Burning still the lamp of faith?
12402	Shall I next six- and- twenty make My journey, love, with thee?
12402	Shall warrior plumes bedeck thy crest?
12402	She cried--"within thy hidden hands What recompense is waiting me Beyond these naked wintry sands?
12402	She held her breath in silent dread, The crimson from her soft cheek fled, Low at her feet he knelt;--"No welcome for the leal and true?
12402	She is not dead, she''s shining In robes of spotless white; Why then are we repining?
12402	She is not dead-- O never Will sorrow cross her track; She''s passed Death''s darksome river, And who would have her back?
12402	That pastor and people have passed away, And the tears of night their graves bedew By the funeral cypress and solemn yew?
12402	That the gentle shepherd, who to pasture bore His flock, has gone, to return no more?
12402	That the tall and waving grass defiles The well- worn flags of the crowdless aisles?
12402	That the wild fox barks, and the owlet screams Where the organ and choir pealed out their themes?
12402	Then let me turn, and return too, For I have wandered from my text,-- Well, Mr. Steele, how do you do?
12402	Thus I behold thy wondrous arm And own thy works divine: Then what in life or death can harm So long as thou art mine?
12402	Thy mistress,--fair Beatrice,--dwells she here?
12402	To distant lands to roam and then Dead lips to welcome me again?
12402	To gain a life of shipwrecked bliss?
12402	To rise no more?
12402	Turning the lumbering, mumbling wheel; Which moans and groans as tho''t could feel?"
12402	WHAT IS MATTER?
12402	We can bear so much in youth; Who cares for a swift sharp pain?
12402	What ails the sunshine and the day?"
12402	What am I?
12402	What say''st thou?
12402	What startled you?
12402	What though the o''er- labored limbs are weary?
12402	When will the flood of human woe, That flows from folly, pride, and sin, Subside, and ever cease to flow?
12402	When will the reign of peace begin?
12402	When wilt thou come with thy tiny feet That bounded my glad embrace to meet?
12402	Where Nature, a paradise to grace, Hath loved her every charm to trace, That man, enamored of distress Should mar it into wilderness?"
12402	Where is the Divine compassion That God has shown to me?
12402	Where lilies in snowy and golden sheen Fill the air with their heavenly, rare perfume?
12402	Where then shall we poor mortals go?
12402	Who doubts, that ever saw him strike, He aimed to strike for right?
12402	Who never yield or quit the field, Can you blame Charlie then?
12402	Why dost thou pour thy sad complaint On the evening winds from a bosom faint?
12402	Why flee me, like a debtor in arrears?
12402	Why have I lived for this?
12402	Why rake out from time''s dull ashes, And before the world display Deeds, it may be, long repented And forgiven, ere this day?
12402	Why spend thy zest on barren sands?
12402	Wilt peal the bugle- blast afar And urge the cannon''s madd''ning roar?
12402	Wilt plead for right, or bleed for wrong?
12402	Wilt whisper peace?
12402	Years six and twenty have been mine To journey on alone: Shall I as many more repine, Before I am undone?
12402	Yet, when he deigned to raise it, Who could resist its power?
12402	and the sweets are free-- Wilt thou trill to the touch of outwearied fingers?
12402	and to his arm I''ll trust my destiny; For what in life or death can harm The soul that leans on thee?
12402	did you not hear that loud shriek?
12402	do you not see that wild eye?
12402	laughed the miller,"he pauses not and why-- In the sunshine pausing and musing I?
12402	may not my body rest Beneath that sod my heart loves best?
12402	my letter forget?
12402	my love, oh, why No answer to my pleading cry?"
12402	oh try to strengthen; Sad?
12402	seek in kindness, Then, to win him back to peace; Is he weak?
12402	the scene has turned, Where burn those fires now?
12402	what have I been doing?''
12402	what shall dry that country''s tears Fast falling o''er his fall?
12402	when will slumber cease to hold The limbs that lie so still and cold?
12402	whose heavy plaint Drifts down the deathly shadows faint, Why weep ye for this risen saint?
7391	Agnes-- is her name? 7391 And who is Avis?"
7391	Shall I not weep my heartstrings torn, My flower of love that falls half blown, My youth uncrowned, my life forlorn, A thorny path to walk alone?
7391	Where have ye laid him?
7391	A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE TO J. F. CLARKE WHO is the shepherd sent to lead, Through pastures green, the Master''s sheep?
7391	And all are yet too few?
7391	But stay!--his mother''s haughty brow,-- The pride of ancient race,-- Will plighted faith, and holy vow, Win back her fond embrace?
7391	But who would dream our sober sires Had learned the old world''s ways, And warmed their hearths with lawless fires In Shirley''s homespun days?
7391	Canvas, or clouds,--the footlights, or the spheres,-- The play of two short hours, or seventy years?
7391	FOR THE MEETING OF THE NATIONAL SANITARY ASSOCIATION 1860 WHAT makes the Healing Art divine?
7391	Has our love all died out?
7391	Has the curse come at last which the fathers foretold?
7391	Have its altars grown cold?
7391	Have you met with that dreadful old man?
7391	He told his love,--her faith betrayed; She heard with tearless eyes; Could she forgive the erring maid?
7391	How can we sorrow more?
7391	How shall our smooth- turned phrase relate The little suffering outcast''s ail?
7391	Is every rascal clown Whose arm is stronger free to knock us down?
7391	Is the breakfast- hour past?
7391	PART SECOND THE MAIDEN Why seeks the knight that rocky cape Beyond the Bay of Lynn?
7391	PART THIRD THE CONQUEST"Who saw this hussy when she came?
7391	Pray what has she to do?"
7391	THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA A NIGHTMARE DREAM BY DAYLIGHT Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea?
7391	The bitter drug we buy and sell, The brands that scorch, the blades that shine, The scars we leave, the"cures"we tell?
7391	The pleasures thou hast planned,-- Where shall their memory be When the white angel with the freezing hand Shall sit and watch by thee?
7391	The power that living hearts obey Shall lifeless blocks withstand?
7391	We praise him, not for gifts divine,-- His Muse was born of woman,-- His manhood breathes in every line,-- Was ever heart more human?
7391	What chance his wayward course may shape To reach its village inn?
7391	What guerdon shall repay His debt of ransomed life?
7391	What guileless"Israelite indeed"The folded flock may watch and keep?
7391	What is the wench, and who?"
7391	What magic power has changed the faded mime?
7391	What, and whence?
7391	Who knows what change the passing day, The fleeting hour, may bring?
7391	Who was she?
7391	Whose voice may sing his praises?
7391	Why tell the lordly flatterer''s art, That won the maiden''s ear,-- The fluttering of the frightened heart, The blush, the smile, the tear?
7391	Yet what has holy page more sweet, Or what had woman''s love more fair, When Mary clasped her Saviour''s feet With flowing eyes and streaming hair?
7391	and was it so long ago?
7391	and why Doomed to such menial place?
7391	what blossom shall I bring, That opens in my Northern spring?
7391	where is she, so frail, so fair, Amid the tumult wild?
9571	Through mortal lapse and dulness What lacks the Eternal Fulness, If still our weakness can Love Him in loving man? 9571 And what were life and death if sin Knew not the dread rebuke within, The pang of merciful discipline? 9571 And yet, dear heart''remembering thee, Am I not richer than of old? 9571 Hide it from idle praises, Save it from evil phrases Why, when dear lips that spake it Are dumb, should strangers wake it? 9571 If any words of mine, Through right of life divine, Remain, what matters it Whose hand the message writ? 9571 Mine or another''s day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made? 9571 Oh, looking from some heavenly hill, Or from the shade of saintly palms, Or silver reach of river calms, Do those large eyes behold me still? 9571 Safe in thy immortality, What change can reach the wealth I hold? 9571 The squirrel lifts his little legs Because he has no hands, and begs; He''s asking for my nuts, I know May I not feed them on the snow?
9571	Well pleased,( for when did farmer boy Count such a summons less than joy?)
9571	What chance can mar the pearl and gold Thy love hath left in trust with me?
9571	What is it that the black crow says?
9571	What matter how the night behaved?
9571	What matter how the north- wind raved?
9571	What matter, I or they?
9571	When I and all who know And love me vanish so, What harm to them or me Will the lost memory be?
9571	Why should the showman claim The poor ghost of my name?
9571	Why should the"crowner''s quest"Sit on my worst or best?
9571	Yet when did Age transfer to Youth The hard- gained lessons of its day?
4549	His name-- his name?
4549	-- Could Christ do more?
4549	--I rave, you say?
4549	--We lived in sin?
4549	And cold fear smote him till she spoke and said:"Art thou then come to lay thy lips on mine, And pour thy life''s libation out like wine?
4549	And her death?
4549	And mine?
4549	And where should a man hold his mate and say:"One more, one more, ere we go their way"?
4549	And, for the Christ there-- is He silent too?
4549	But hangs there on the wall, Blind wood and bone--?
4549	But who are these that, linking hand in hand, Transmit across the twilight waste of years The flying brightness of a kindled hour?
4549	Come you, from free sweep across the spaces, To the irksome bounds of mortal law, From the all- embracing Vision, to some face''s Look that never saw?
4549	Does the heart still crave the spot it yearned on In the grey and mortal years, The pure flame the smoky hearth it burned on, The clear eye its tears?
4549	For who rules now?
4549	He will not answer?
4549	Her life?
4549	How if_ I_ call on Him-- I, whom He talks with, as the town attests?
4549	How part?
4549	How scorn, how hate, how strive, wee too, Who must do so soon as those others do?
4549	How should I forget The day I saw him first?
4549	I did my work-- and was not that enough?
4549	I say: Suppose my lover had not died-- Think you I ever would have left him living, Even to be Christ''s blessed Margaret?
4549	I set my face to the East to shrive my soul Of mortal sin?
4549	I sinned against my will, Myself, my soul-- the God within the breast: Can any penance wash such sacrilege?
4549	III And where should a man bring his sweet to woo But here, where such hundreds were lovers too?
4549	If this could be( as I so oft have dreamed), I, who have known both loves, divine and human, Think you I would not leave this Christ for that?
4549	In the old old rapture of forgiving, In the long long flight of hope?
4549	Ingratitude?
4549	Is man less merciful Than nature, good more fugitive than grass?"
4549	Is the labour then more glorious than the laurel, The learning than the conquered thought?
4549	Is the meed of men the righteous quarrel, Not the justice wrought?
4549	May not all converge In some vast utterance, of which you and I, Fallopius, were but halting syllables?
4549	Misread my meaning?
4549	Nay, shall not All things be there forgot, Save the sea''s golden barrier and the black Close- crouching promontories?
4549	Nor know we what compulsion laid such freight Upon our souls-- and shall our hopes and fears Buy nothing of thee, Death?
4549	Not Thine?
4549	Obscure one space I cleared?
4549	Shall Time not ferry me to such a shore, Over such sailless seas, To walk with hope''s slain importunities In miserable marriage?
4549	Silent still.--Or his, who stooped to her, And drew her to Thee by the bands of love?
4549	Strange hour, is this thy waning face that leans Out of mid- heaven and makes my soul its glass?
4549	Suppose my lover had not died?
4549	THE EUMENIDES THINK you we slept within the Delphic bower, What time our victim sought Apollo''s grace?
4549	The day is lost?
4549	The sodden grasses spring again-- why not The trampled soul?
4549	The twilight- flitting monk, Or I, that took the morning like an Alp?
4549	Then his?
4549	Thine?
4549	To what purpose?
4549	VII Shall I not know?
4549	Was there, in the narrow range of living, After all the wider scope?
4549	Well, suppose I_ knew?_ Sum up the facts-- her life against her death.
4549	What means Thy tarrying smile?
4549	What more, then?
4549	What then?
4549	What victory is imaged there?
4549	When Christ, the heavenly gardener, Plucks flowers for Paradise( do I not know?
4549	Who flung Galen from his seat, And founded the great dynasty of truth In error''s central kingdom?
4549	Who''s Vesalius?
4549	Why linger here?
4549	Will not help you cast The devil out?
4549	Wilt thou pipe for Dis?"
4549	You miss a point I saw?
4549	You start from me, Fra Paolo?
4549	Your Christ out- pity mine?
4549	_ Let others say it!_--Ah, but will they guess Just the one word--?
4549	_ Your_ Christ?
4549	_"Vesalius?
4549	_( Just as that other?_ Father, bear with me!)
43224	Bad,you say: well, who is not?
43224	Verily thy words are rich with song,said the king;"but thou shalt die, and who will utter them?
43224	What is it about Whitman that Europe finds so inspiriting? 43224 When will ye cast out hate?
43224	Where is Owen Griffiths?
43224	( Winter- star, I think, that is); And who can tell the lovely curve By which you seem to come, then swerve Before you reach the middle- earth?
43224	***** Dear Lady of the lily hand, Do then our stars so clearly shine That we, who do not understand, May mock Pierrot and Columbine?
43224	And the wise men and warriors laid hands upon him, and said,"Who art thou, that thou shouldst go in ahead of us to him who sitteth in darkness?"
43224	And then these sketches in the mood of Greece?
43224	And though my neighbor may deny That faith could be so slight, May call me wrong, yet who am I To think my neighbor right?
43224	And what should God Himself acquire From all the aeons''blood and fire?
43224	And what''s that clamor at the outer door?
43224	And where I found them?
43224	And who is there can hold your wing, Or bind you in your mirth, Or win you with a least caress, Or tear, or kiss, or anything-- Insensate happiness?
43224	And"Fear we to die, craven, think ye?"
43224	But does the morning play Whatever they demand-- Or amber- barred bourrée Or silver saraband?
43224	But now that thy praise is caroled aloud by a thousand throats awake, Shall I watch from afar and silently, as under the moon, for thy sake?
43224	But, timid child, how could you come alone Across the pathless woods?
43224	Did Damascus at her best Hide such beauty in her breast?
43224	Did they number my daughters and sons?
43224	Et jam summa procul villarum culmina fumant Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae?"
43224	Hark, doth she mourn for thee?
43224	Hast thou not sung and said:"Save its own light, none leads the mortal spirit, None ever led"?
43224	Have we no true perspective that we applaud mediocrity at home, and look abroad for genius, only to find that it is of American origin?
43224	Have_ I_ betrayed her from her home?
43224	How did you know the sorrow I was in?
43224	How fares the house upon the hill?
43224	I have no time for gloom, For gloom what time have I?
43224	In A major_ Allegro con brio_ Moon that shone on Babylon, Searching out the gardens there, Could you find a fairer one Than this garden, anywhere?
43224	Is it any wonder"the public is indifferent to poetry?"
43224	Is it you?
43224	Is it you?
43224	Let me have faith, is what I pray, And let my faith be strong!-- But who am I, is what I say, To think my neighbor wrong?
43224	Must we always accept American genius in this round- about fashion?
43224	Nay, what hath she of grief?
43224	Never a hope?
43224	O strange ecstatic Pool, What unknown country art thou dreaming of, Or temple than this garden lovelier?
43224	Oh, who but these, since Adam ceased to be, Have kept their ancient guard about the Tree?
43224	Or forms of the mind, an old despair, That there into semblance grew Out of the grief I knew?
43224	Profit?
43224	See you not the guest?
43224	Shall ever any scheme, Her silence, or alarm of written word, Or voiced asseveration, shake my dream?
43224	Shall one of us one day the other hail, And no reply be borne upon the air?
43224	Shall the blossom wake, the star look down, all night and have naught to see?
43224	Shall the reeds that sing by the wind- brushed pool say nothing of thee and me?
43224	So how can I but go?
43224	So how can I but heed?
43224	Some twilight- footed thrush Or finch intent on small adventurings?
43224	TO MOZART_ What junipers are these, inlaid With flame of the pomegranate tree?
43224	That such devotion is easy of attainment in this clamorous age who can believe?
43224	That those forgetful purples keep No veiled, contentious greens and golds?
43224	The forest whispers of its shades; of haunts where we have been,-- And where may friends be better made than under God''s green inn?
43224	The long, slow rapture and patient anguish of life, Or art thou minded a swifter way?
43224	Think ye the Tyrian distance holds The crystal of unquestioned sleep?
43224	Though the heart beseech her, And the soul implore, Who is it may reach her-- Safe behind the door Of all woodland lore?
43224	Tragedy?
43224	Tranced, fanatical, they shrieked and sang,_ Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?_ Hallelujah!
43224	Was ever dawn so sweet before?
43224	Weaponless, smiling he stands( Coward or brave?)
43224	Were they a part of the grim death there-- Ragweed, fennel, and rue?
43224	What did they profit me, say you, These distant bloodless things I knew?
43224	What need that you should dread The monstrous crying of wind?
43224	What profit hath the sea Of her deep- throated threnody?
43224	What profit hath the sun, who stands Staring on space with idle hands?
43224	What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight?
43224	What winged mere delight There hides as in a nest And fashions of its flame Music without a name?
43224	When will the master- poet Rise, with vision strong, To mold her manifold music Into a living song?
43224	Who else unseen goes by Quick- pattering through the hush?
43224	Who hears afar the break of day Before the silvered air Reveals her hooded presence gray, And she, herself, is there?
43224	Who may I be?
43224	Who was it kept the sword of vision bright?
43224	Who was it put the crown upon the dove?
43224	Why are the moonlit roses So sweet beyond compare?
43224	Why stand you gaping?
43224	Yes: who of us shall say When you will come, or where?
43224	_ Alice Corbin_ SYMBOLS Who was it built the cradle of wrought gold?
43224	_ Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?_ Oh, shout Salvation!
43224	_ David._ And are you deaf?
43224	_ Edith Wyatt_ A SONG OF HAPPINESS Ah Happiness: Who called you"Earandel"?
43224	_ Fannie Stearns Davis_ DIRGE FOR A DEAD ADMIRAL What woman but would be Rid of thy mastery, Thou bully of the sea?
43224	_ William Butler Yeats_ TO A CHILD DANCING UPON THE SHORE Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water''s roar?
43224	_''Tis not more wondrous than the fluff Within the milkweed''s autumn boll._ Earth, shall my sacred essences But sink into thy senseless dust?
43224	cried the leaning Sisters, pointing, doing me wrong,"Do you see?"
43224	howls one rank,"Think ye"The Hun be our brother?"
43224	shall not I find thee soon?"
43224	shall not I find thee soon?"
43224	the land so fair as now?
43224	you said,--"Was that a bell Or a bubbling spring we heard?"
49721	What is this dove or eagle that appears,They seem to cry,"what herald of what morn Hovers o''er Andes''peaks in love or guile or scorn?"
49721	A Muse?
49721	Amid the world''s long striving, wherefore ask What reasons were, or what rewards shall be?
49721	And the King laughed, filled full his jewelled bowl, And drinking mused:"What know we of the soul?
49721	And what good comes to us of all your dangers?
49721	But how should reptiles pine for wings Or a parched desert know its dearth?
49721	But whose life is his choice?
49721	But why-- O waywardness of nature!--why Seek farther in the world?
49721	Can this be, Master, what thine eyes have done?
49721	Could not the magic of his art avail To unseal that beauty''s tomb and bid it stand?
49721	Did visions of the Heavenly Lover swim Before his eyes in youth, or did stern rage Against rash heresy keep green his age?
49721	Doth the sun therefore burn, that I may bask?
49721	For what sin, Heaven, must I thus atone?
49721	Had Genoa in her merchant palaces No welcome for a heaven- guided son?
49721	Had Venice, mistress of the inland seas, No ships for bolder venture?
49721	Had he seen God, to write so much of Him?
49721	Hath not my grief the blessed joy of thee?
49721	Hath not the night- environed earth her flowers?
49721	Her mission done?
49721	II Who brought thee forth, immortal vision, who In Phthia or in Tempe brought thee forth?
49721	If thou deny me hope, why give me care?
49721	Is Hamlet''s Soliloquy poetry?
49721	Is it not something that I love thee so?
49721	Is not the comfort of these singing hours, Full of thy perfectness, enough for me?
49721	Is this the heaven, poets, that ye paint?
49721	Is this the hope that piloted thy quest, Knight of the Grail, and kept thy heart from taint?
49721	Is this the vision that the haggard saint Fed with his vigils, till he found his rest?
49721	Know ye the ancient burden of your song?
49721	MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY What chilly cloister or what lattice dim Cast painted light upon this careful page?
49721	Or do the tired earth and tireless sea, That toil not for their pleasure, toil for me?
49721	Out of the sunlight and the sapful earth What god the simples of thy spirit drew?
49721	Perchance an exhalation of my sorrow Hath raised this vaporous show, For whence but from my soul should all things borrow So deep a tinge of woe?
49721	Pisa none?
49721	Rode Albion not at anchor in the brine Whose throne but now the thrifty Tudor stole Changing a noble for a crafty line?
49721	Shall longing break the heart and not untune the lyre?
49721	Swarmed not the Norsemen yet about the pole, Seeking through endless mists new havens for the soul?
49721	Tell me what makes you so exceeding glad: Is your earth happy or your heaven sure?
49721	The lapping wave, and the broad gray sky Where the cawing crows and the slow gulls fly,-- Where are the dead untold?
49721	The salt, salt smell of the thick sea air, And the smooth round stones that the ebbtides wear,-- When will the good ship come?
49721	The wretched stumps all charred and burned, And the deep soft rut where the cartwheel turned,-- Why is the world so old?
49721	V Dreamt I to- day the dream of yesternight, Sleep ever feigning one evolving theme,-- Of my two lives which should I call the dream?
49721	Was it a sin to love what seemed so fair?
49721	Was sated Rome content?
49721	What altars shall survive them, where they prayed?
49721	What angelic friend?"
49721	What chisel shaking in the pulse of lust Shall find the perfect line, immortal, pure?
49721	What fancy blown by every random gust Shall mount the breathless heavens and endure?
49721	What ghostly mistress?
49721	What heart, revolting, ventures to be free?
49721	What honour left thy brothers, brave Magellan?
49721	What lovely deities?
49721	What magic, perfecting her harmony, Have these red drops that so attune her key, Or those of brine that set the wretched free?
49721	What riven lyre?
49721	What thought compulsive held the patient sage Till sound of matin bell or evening hymn?
49721	What venture hast thou left us, bold Columbus?
49721	What will become of man?
49721	What winged spirit rises from their hives?
49721	What would you gain, ye seekers, with your striving, Or what vast Babel raise you on your shoulders?
49721	Which action vanity?
49721	Why in the forest should I hear a cry, Or in the sea an unavailing voice, Or feel a pang to look upon the sky?
49721	Why should not life divide us, whose division Is frail and passing, as its union vain?
49721	Why should we grieve, But that we merit not your holy death?
49721	Why should ye read them, children?
49721	Why this inane curiosity to grope In the dim dust for gems''unmeaning ray?
49721	Why this proud piety, that dares to pray For a world wider than the heaven''s cope?
49721	Would it have conveyed its meaning better if not reined in by the metre, and made to prance and turn to the cadences of blank verse?
49721	XXIII But is this love, that in my hollow breast Gnaws like a silent poison, till I faint?
49721	XXIX What riches have you that you deem me poor, Or what large comfort that you call me sad?
49721	XXXIX The world will say,"What mystic love is this?
49721	Ye floating voices through these arches ringing With measured music, subtle, sweet, and strong, Feel ye the inmost reason of your singing?
49721	the proud sorrow, the eternal prayer Thy beauty taught, what shall unteach again?
49721	which vision sight?
9585	Why dig you here?
9585	Will nevermore for me the seasons run Their round, and will the sun Of ardent summers yet to come forget For me to rise and set?
9585	Above the wrecks that strewed the mournful past, Was the long dream of ages true at last?
9585	Could it succeed?
9585	Did I not watch from them the light Of sunset on my towers in Spain, And see, far off, uploom in sight The Fortunate Isles I might not gain?
9585	Did Love make sign from rose blown bowers, And gold from Eldorado''s hills?
9585	Did land winds blow from jasmine flowers, Where Youth the ageless Fountain fills?
9585	Did sudden lift of fog reveal Arcadia''s vales of song and spring, And did I pass, with grazing keel, The rocks whereon the sirens sing?
9585	Have I not drifted hard upon The unmapped regions lost to man, The cloud- pitched tents of Prester John, The palace domes of Kubla Khan?
9585	In Orient warmth and brightness, did that morn O''er Nain and Nazareth, when the Christ was born, Break fairer than our own?
9585	In that pale sky and sere, snow- waiting earth, What sign was there of the immortal birth?
9585	No incense which the Orient burns Is sweeter than our hillside ferns; What tropic splendor can outvie Our autumn woods, our sunset sky?
9585	What herald of the One?
9585	asked the passer- by;"Is there gold or silver the road so nigh?"
12242	Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?
12242	Whose are the little beds,I asked,"Which in the valleys lie?"
12242	''A soul has gone to God,''I''m answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad?
12242	''T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou No station in the day?
12242	Afraid?
12242	Also, who laid the rainbow''s piers, Also, who leads the docile spheres By withes of supple blue?
12242	Alter?
12242	And I, could I stand by And see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death''s privilege?
12242	And art thou sleeping yet?
12242	And echoes, trains away, Sneer--"Where?"
12242	And if he spoke, what name was best, What first, What one broke off with At the drowsiest?
12242	And if my stocking hung too high, Would it blur the Christmas glee, That not a Santa Claus could reach The altitude of me?
12242	And the rest?
12242	And was he confident until Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?
12242	And wishes, had he any?
12242	And you got sleepy and begged to be ended-- What could it hinder so, to say?
12242	Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong?
12242	Are friends delight or pain?
12242	Are you nobody, too?
12242	Borne, without dissent of either, To the parish night; Of the separated people Which are out of sight?
12242	Brazil?
12242	Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
12242	But how shall finished creatures A function fresh obtain?
12242	But should the play Prove piercing earnest, Should the glee glaze In death''s stiff stare, Would not the fun Look too expensive?
12242	But then I promised ne''er to tell; How could I break my word?
12242	Can I expound the skies?
12242	Can blaze be done in cochineal, Or noon in mazarin?
12242	Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
12242	Could''st credit me?
12242	Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
12242	Dear March, how are you?
12242	Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly?
12242	Did the paradise, persuaded, Yield her moat of pearl, Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the earl an earl?
12242	Did they come back no more?"
12242	Did they forget thee?
12242	Did they forsake thee?
12242	Did you leave Nature well?
12242	Drab habitation of whom?
12242	Falter?
12242	Few get enough,-- enough is one; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong?
12242	Has anybody found?
12242	Has it feathers like a bird?
12242	Has it feet like water- lilies?
12242	Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?
12242	He questioned softly why I failed?
12242	He twirled a button, Without a glance my way:"But, madam, is there nothing else That we can show to- day?"
12242	How many bullets bearest?
12242	How many colors taken On Revolution Day?
12242	How many legions overcome?
12242	How the old steeples hand the scarlet, Till the ball is full,-- Have I the lip of the flamingo That I dare to tell?
12242	How they will tell the shipwreck When winter shakes the door, Till the children ask,"But the forty?
12242	I could not bear the bees should come, I wished they''d stay away In those dim countries where they go: What word had they for me?
12242	I mind me that of anguish sent, Some drifts were moved away Before my simple bosom broke,-- And why not this, if they?
12242	I reason that in heaven Somehow, it will be even, Some new equation given; But what of that?
12242	I reason, earth is short, And anguish absolute, And many hurt; But what of that?
12242	I reason, we could die: The best vitality Can not excel decay; But what of that?
12242	I say, as if this little flower To Eden wandered in-- What then?
12242	I think I wo n''t, however, It''s finer not to know; If summer were an axiom, What sorcery had snow?
12242	I wonder how the rich may feel,-- An Indiaman-- an Earl?
12242	I wonder if they bore it long, Or did it just begin?
12242	I would not break thee: Could''st credit me?
12242	If I should bribe the little bird, Who knows but she would tell?
12242	If it contain a kernel?
12242	If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human nature not survive Without a listener?
12242	If the foolish call them''flowers,''Need the wiser tell?
12242	Is Heaven a physician?
12242	Is Heaven an exchequer?
12242	Is bliss, then, such abyss I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe?
12242	Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard?
12242	Is the east Afraid to trust the morn With her fastidious forehead?
12242	Is there such a thing as day?
12242	Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o''er?
12242	Might he know How conscious consciousness could grow, Till love that was, and love too blest to be, Meet-- and the junction be Eternity?
12242	My business,-- just a life I left, Was such still dwelling there?
12242	My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still, My fingers were awake; Yet why so little sound myself Unto my seeming make?
12242	My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
12242	Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below?
12242	Not any voice denotes it here, Or intimates it there; A spirit, how doth it accost?
12242	Not death; for who is he?
12242	Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore?
12242	Of life?
12242	Of resurrection?
12242	Of whom am I afraid?
12242	Perhaps you''d like to buy a flower?
12242	Screams chanticleer,"Who''s there?"
12242	Soul, wilt thou toss again?
12242	Surfeit?
12242	Tabernacle or tomb, Or dome of worm, Or porch of gnome, Or some elf''s catacomb?
12242	That nobody might know But that the little figure Rocked softer, to and fro?
12242	The bone that has no marrow; What ultimate for that?
12242	The children of whose turbaned seas, Or what Circassian land?
12242	The heart I cherished in my own Till mine too heavy grew, Yet strangest, heavier since it went, Is it too large for you?
12242	The lily waiting to be we d, The bee, dost thou forget?
12242	The royal scar hast thou?
12242	The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy, Who is to blame?
12242	The weaver?
12242	There''s plunder,-- where?
12242	They''d judge us-- how?
12242	This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare?
12242	This, dost thou doubt, sweet?
12242	Thou stirrest earthquake in the South, And maelstrom in the sea; Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Hast thou no arm for me?
12242	To know if he was patient, part content, Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way?
12242	WHO?
12242	WHY?
12242	Was God so economical?
12242	Was bridal e''er like this?
12242	Was ever idleness like this?
12242	Was he afraid, or tranquil?
12242	Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small?
12242	Was it the mat winked, Or a nervous star?
12242	What customs hath the air?
12242	What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee?
12242	What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me,-- that''s enough,-- And wade in liberty?
12242	What if I say I shall not wait?
12242	What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes?
12242	What right had fields to arbitrate In matters ratified?
12242	What was his furthest mind, of home, or God, Or what the distant say At news that he ceased human nature On such a day?
12242	What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir- tree say?
12242	Where the maids?
12242	Wherefore, O summer''s day?
12242	Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
12242	Which, sir, are you, and which am I, Upon an August day?
12242	Who are you?
12242	Who built this little Alban house And shut the windows down so close My spirit can not see?
12242	Who is the landlord?
12242	Who knocks?
12242	Who knows?
12242	Who may expected be?
12242	Who never climbed the weary league-- Can such a foot explore The purple territories On Pizarro''s shore?
12242	Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods?
12242	Who''ll let me out some gala day, With implements to fly away, Passing pomposity?
12242	Whose are the beds, the tiny beds So thick upon the plain?"
12242	Whose fingers string the stalactite, Who counts the wampum of the night, To see that none is due?
12242	Whose multitudes are these?
12242	Why swagger then?
12242	Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
12242	Will there really be a morning?
12242	Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?
12242	Would not the jest Have crawled too far?
12242	You''ve seen balloons set, have n''t you?
12242	can you lift the hasps of steel?
12242	can you stir the awful rivet?
12242	sceptic Thomas, Now, do you doubt that your bird was true?
12242	shall I bloom?"
12242	which put the candle out?
7389	A crash, as when some swollen cloud Cracks o''er the tangled trees With side to side, and spar to spar, Whose smoking decks are these? 7389 What is thy creed?"
7389	Who gave to thee the glittering bands That lace thine azure veins? 7389 ''T is but the fool that loves excess; hast thou a drunken soul? 7389 Ah, who that shares in toils like these Will sigh not to prolong Our days beneath the broad- leaved trees, Our nights of mirth and song? 7389 And suspect the azure blossom that unfolds upon a shoot, As if wisdom''s old potato could not flourish at its root? 7389 And who was on the Catalogue When college was begun? 7389 And who will be awhile content To hunt our woodland game, And leave the vulgar pack that scent The reeking track of fame? 7389 And who will leave the grave debate That shakes the smoky town, To rule amid our island- state, And wear our oak- leaf crown? 7389 Ask the worldly schools, And all will tell thee knaves are busier fools; Prudent? 7389 Besides-- my prospects-- don''t you know that people wo n''t employ A man that wrongs his manliness by laughing like a boy? 7389 But what is stable in this world below? 7389 But whence and why, our trembling souls inquire, Caught these dim visions their awakening fire? 7389 Does beauty slight you from her gay abodes? 7389 Does praise delight thee? 7389 Down the chill street that curves in gloomiest shade What marks betray yon solitary maid? 7389 I blush for my race,--he is showing his white Such spinning and wriggling,--why, what does he wish? 7389 I know Saint George''s blood- red cross, Thou Mistress of the Seas, But what is she whose streaming bars Roll out before the breeze? 7389 I rise-- I rise-- with unaffected fear,( Louder!--speak louder!--who the deuce can hear?) 7389 In that stern faith my angel Mary died; Or ask if mercy''s milder creed can save, Sweet sister, risen from thy new- made grave? 7389 Industrious? 7389 Is it for this the immortal Artist means These conscious, throbbing, agonized machines? 7389 Jack, said my lady, is it grog you''ll try, Or punch, or toddy, if perhaps you''re dry? 7389 Let my free soul, expanding as it can, Leave to his scheme the thoughtful Puritan; But Calvin''s dogma shall my lips deride? 7389 Men and devils both contrive Traps for catching girls alive; Eve was duped, and Helen kissed,-- How, oh how can you resist? 7389 My coat? 7389 My stick? 7389 Oh, who forgets when first the piercing thought Through childhood''s musings found its way unsought? 7389 Once more,--once only,--- we must stop so soon: What have we here? 7389 Say, shall I wound with satire''s rankling spear The pure, warm hearts that bid me welcome here? 7389 Shalt thou be honest? 7389 The mystery and the fear When the dread question, WHAT HAS BROUGHT ME HERE? 7389 Two friendly people, both disposed to smile, Who meet, like others, every little while, Instead of passing with a pleasant bow, AndHow d''ye do?"
7389	Use well the freedom which thy Master gave,( Think''st thou that Heaven can tolerate a slave?)
7389	Well, this is modest;--nothing else than that?
7389	While other doublets deviate here and there, What secret handcuff binds that pretty pair?
7389	While tasks like these employ his anxious hours, What if his cornfields are not edged with flowers?
7389	Who bade thee lift those snow- white hands We bound in gilded chains?"
7389	You have your judgment; will you trust to mine?
7389	a hundred lips inquire;"Thou seekest God beneath what Christian spire?"
7389	and"Wherefore did I come?"
7389	for"What?"
7389	my boots?
7389	my gloves?
7389	my hat?
7389	my pantaloons?
7389	or"How''s your uncle now?"
9560	But what of my lady?
9560	Like the herdsman of Tekoa, in Israel of old, Shall we see the poor and righteous again for silver sold?
9560	What seek ye?
9560	Where be the smiling faces, and voices soft and sweet, Seen in thy father''s dwelling, heard in the pleasant street? 9560 And the pressure of his arm, And his breathing near and warm? 9560 And who shall deem the spot unblest, Where Nature''s younger children rest, Lulled on their sorrowing mother''s breast? 9560 But hark!--from wood and rock flung back, What sound comes up the Merrimac? 9560 But in their hour of bitterness, What reek the broken Sokokis, Beside their slaughtered chief, of this? 9560 Could it be his fathers ever Loved to linger here? 9560 Deem ye that mother loveth less These bronzed forms of the wilderness She foldeth in her long caress? 9560 Have they not in the North Sea''s blast Bowed to the waves the straining mast? 9560 He comes with a carelessHow d''ye do?"
9560	Impatient of our Father''s time And His appointed way?
9560	Is there madness in her brain?
9560	Or shall the stir of outward things Allure and claim the Christian''s eye, When on the heathen watcher''s ear Their powerless murmurs die?
9560	The Moslem''s sunset- call, the dance Of Ceylon''s maids, the passing gleam Of battle- flag and lance?
9560	Then to the stout sea- captains the sheriff, turning, said,--"Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker maid?
9560	These bare hills, this conquered river,-- Could they hold them dear, With their native loveliness Tamed and tortured into this?
9560	Was that the tread of many feet, Which downward from the hillside beat?
9560	What sea- worn barks are those which throw The light spray from each rushing prow?
9560	What though the places of their rest No priestly knee hath ever pressed,-- No funeral rite nor prayer hath blessed?
9560	What was the world without to them?
9560	What wolf has been prowling My castle within?"
9560	Where be the youths whose glances, the summer Sabbath through, Turned tenderly and timidly unto thy father''s pew?
9560	Who from its bed of primal rock First wrenched thy dark, unshapely block?
9560	Whose hand, of curious skill untaught, Thy rude and savage outline wrought?
9560	Why waves there no banner My fortress above?"
9560	With half- uttered shriek and start,-- Feels she not his beating heart?
9560	why That wild stare and wilder cry, Full of terror, full of pain?
9560	wilt thou give me shelter here?"
9565	Did we count on this? 9565 Have not,"he asks,"these negroes as much right to fight for their freedom as you have to keep them slaves?"
9565	Shall we demurBecause the vision tarrieth?
9565	Thou of the God- lent crown, Shall these vile creatures dare Murmur against thee where The knees of kings kneel down?
9565	What is it, my Pastorius?
9565	And Anna''s aloe?
9565	And could it be, she trembling asked, Some secret thought or sin Had shut good angels from her heart And let the bad ones in?
9565	And did a secret sympathy possess That tender soul, and for the slave''s redress Lend hope, strength, patience?
9565	Did he hear the Voice on his lonely way That Adam heard in the cool of day?
9565	Did light girl laughter ripple through the bushes, As brooks make merry over roots and rushes?
9565	Did the boy''s whistle answer back the thrushes?
9565	Did we leave behind The graves of our kin, the comfort and ease Of our English hearths and homes, to find Troublers of Israel such as these?
9565	Had she in some forgotten dream Let go her hold on Heaven, And sold herself unwittingly To spirits unforgiven?
9565	If it flowered at last In Bartram''s garden, did John Woolman cast A glance upon it as he meekly passed?
9565	Out spake the King to Henrik, his young and faithful squire"Dar''st trust thy little Elsie, the maid of thy desire?"
9565	Shall I pity them?
9565	Shall I spare?
9565	Was I more than these?
9565	Was his ear at fault that brook and breeze Sang in their saddest of minor keys?
9565	Was it a dream, or did she hear Her lover''s whistled tune?
9565	What blessing is thy choice?"
9565	What hate of heresy the east- wind woke?
9565	What heard they?
9565	What hints of pitiless power and terror spoke In waves that on their iron coast- line broke?
9565	What noble knight was this?
9565	What was it the mournful wood- thrush said?
9565	What whispered the pine- trees overhead?
9565	What words for modest maiden''s ear?
9565	Who is strong, If these be weak?
9565	Who knows what goadings in their sterner way O''er jagged ice, relieved by granite gray, Blew round the men of Massachusetts Bay?
9565	Who shall rebuke the wrong, If these consent?
9565	Yet, who shall guess his bitter grief who lends His life to some great cause, and finds his friends Shame or betray it for their private ends?
9565	said a voice,"What seekest thou?
9565	was that Thy answer From the horror round about?
44444	From Him, who has brought us another year round, Who gives every blessing, wherewith we are crowned, Their gratitude who can withhold? 44444 No_ parting_?"
44444	Will you be boiled?
44444	***** And who in behalf of her people shall sue For mercy?
44444	And didst thou now steal out, afraid Of midnight in the coppice shade, That here thy tender plaint is made Again, sad Whip- poor- will?
44444	And do I thus the power survey, Whom all my meaner powers obey?
44444	And dost thou find it pleasant To feel alone with me?
44444	And dost thou think to gain the palm By hiding from thy Saviour''s foes; Or hope in Gilead''s sacred balm A cure for self- inflicted woes?
44444	And is thy spirit kept so faint, It can not mount to God above; But here must substitute a saint, In image, for a heavenly love?
44444	And music-- what is it?
44444	And was it simple most, or kind To have upon the canvass cast My semblance, thus to leave behind My shadow, when myself am past?
44444	And what to others then will be A shade of life, that I may leave?
44444	And when they pause, repose to take, Dost thou, untiring and awake, Thy pinions spread, and swiftly make Thy wide excursions still?
44444	And wherefore did they whip thee so, To give thy voice this sound of wo, Which comes so plaintively to show That they have used thee ill?
44444	And who will the terrible words define?
44444	And yet, my friend, my dearest, This moment, where art thou?
44444	And, pensive Nun, now what''s the chart That he has drawn, and left below, That by it every pious heart May follow on the Lord to know?
44444	Are not they sweet angels, who come to delight A poor little boy, that knows nothing of sight?
44444	Are there words that can describe What thou wast, at liberty, When"The Lion of the tribe Of Judah"names his type in thee?
44444	Art thou the guiltiest of thy race?
44444	But what''s in thy nest, bright bird?
44444	But when two have struck together, What of either do we find?
44444	But where was the one, who had spoiled it, Concealing his guilty face?
44444	But wherefore done, to life so true?
44444	But why should grief be felt by me, For fear that others will not grieve?
44444	But, can devotion, warm and deep, Thy duty''s bounds so closely set, That faith may plough, and sow, and reap By trials shunned, instead of met?
44444	But, do you think the tender brood She fondled there, and fed, Were prouder, when they understood The sheen about their bed?
44444	But, why should change with sadness dim Our eye, when thought can range Through time and space, and fly to him, Who is without a change?
44444	Come here, little Willie: Why, what is the trouble?
44444	Didst thou go through the woods alone, Where brambly snares had thickly grown When thou wast taught thy piteous tone And story,"Whip- poor- will?"
44444	Do you doubt my simple story?
44444	Do you suppose they ever rose Of higher powers possessed, Because they knew they peeped and grew Within a silver nest?
44444	Does He assign a living tomb For souls, endowed with vital grace; Or need surrounding convent gloom, To show the radiance of his face?
44444	Dost thou the never- fading crown Of life and joy intend to win, By here supinely sitting down, Where others but the race begin?
44444	Fair penitent, with rosary, And cross and veil, in gloomy cell, What guilty deed was done by thee, To cause thee here immured to dwell?
44444	Far from temptation, in retreat, Did he consume his earthly days?
44444	For Justice to Judgment will call; And who shall their coming abide, When wrath the most fearful of all,"The wrath of the Lamb,"is defied?
44444	Hand, foot and tongue and eye-- are they The servants of thy will?
44444	Has He, who lived and died for us-- Whose gifts are light and liberty, Left in his Word the_ mitimus_ That here confines and fetters thee?
44444	Here, beneath thy keeper''s hand, Where the blasts of winter freeze, Think''st thou of that palmy land, Thy mild country o''er the seas?
44444	How could they rudely whip at thee, To scare thee from thy native tree, And send thee moaning back to me Repeating,"Whip- poor- will?"
44444	How dost thou know but it may be Thy foe, thy tempter, who has found This cunning way to corner thee, To keep thee from the battle- ground?
44444	If we are salt to salt the earth, Ah, then, our savor, to be known, Must be diffused; for what''s the worth Of salt_ en masse_, boxed up alone?
44444	Is it one of thy gods this awe can bring, Which makes thy knees together to smite, Thine eye so wild, and thy cheek so white?
44444	Is thine own Hannah present, In spirit, still with thee?
44444	Looking as if''t were cut out of a star, How do I know but it once was on high, Beaming through evening, sublime from afar?
44444	Lord, how soon?-- When shall the ends of earth be thine?
44444	Meek, harmless thing, afraid of man?
44444	Mountain, bold thine eloquence-- Glowing is thy speech; Mighty import flashes thence; What is it to teach?
44444	Mountain, holding proud and high Thine old hoary head, What is written on the sky, Thou so long hast read?
44444	Mountain, with a cloudy vest Girded o''er thy heart, Does it pierce thine aged breast, When its lightnings dart?
44444	Mountain, with a snowy crown Stainless on thy brow, Wilt thou never cast it down-- Never, never bow?
44444	Mountain, with thy firm old foot Fast beside the sea, What was in thy keeping put, Prisoned under thee?
44444	Music?
44444	Now, have you ever known or heard Of biped, from his sphere Descending, like that silly bird, To buy a fish so dear?
44444	Now, what the bright colors of music may be, Will any one tell me?
44444	O did not the Sage on his dear younger Brother, When called to thy presence, his mantle bestow?
44444	O what shall I do?
44444	O what, and whence am I,''mid damps and dust, And darkness, into sudden being thrust?
44444	O where is thy home, sweet bird, With the song, and the bright, glossy plume?
44444	O who has grieved thee, gentle bird, That now thy vesper note is heard And with thy melting, triple word Thus dropping from thy bill?
44444	Seen but through thy prison bars, Round thee set so strong and thick, Do not sun, and moon, and stars Make thy cowering spirit sick?
44444	Tell me, thou sober_ cabalist_, What is the potent, hidden charm Hung on that string, or in its twist Contorted, for repelling harm?
44444	The odors of flowers, that are hovering nigh-- What are they?--on what kind of wings do they fly?
44444	Then, fondly hovering o''er her, A bright young angel hung; And warm the love it bore her, And sweet the song it sung:"O mother, why this weeping?
44444	Then, why art thou here, my bird, Away from thy young, helpless brood?
44444	Then, why does man so oft forget that he Owes all he is, and all he hopes to be, When thou and he are severed, but to thee?
44444	There have they made thee all the day In silence hide thyself away, To lose the light, the flash, the play Of sun, and fount, and rill?
44444	To whom will the sovereign give ear?
44444	Was it for thee to turn and slight The glorious things he spread to view-- To give earth, ocean, air, and light, And freedom, for a dismal mew?
44444	What binds thee here?
44444	What could have tempted thee?
44444	What envied eye is nearest, To look upon thee now?
44444	What led thee there, For thy foe, thus to throw Around thee the snare?
44444	What ray of truth, revealed, would thus Make of a tender opening soul A close, dark blue convolvulus, And give its bloom this inward roll?
44444	What was I yesterday?
44444	What were there on earth to love-- What were beauteous, bright, or dear, Wert thou not so true above, And thy holy influence here?
44444	What wilt thou, Lord, have us to do?
44444	What''s there, in the snug, downy cell?
44444	Why does he slay thee piecemeal, day by day?
44444	Why is thy countenance changed, O king?
44444	Will you go in, and there be boiled, To have your dress, so old and soiled, Exchanged for one of scarlet hue?"
44444	With houseless head, and weary feet, What were his works?
44444	and what will be, Perchance, to- morrow, seen or heard of me?
44444	and where does it dwell?
44444	and where his ways?
44444	her owner said,"To be arrayed in glowing red?
44444	or who shall set His name endorsed a pledge for thee, When Christ has died to pay thy debt, And burst the tomb to make thee free?
44444	she is gone; and where shall burdened grief Pour forth her fountains for the soul''s relief?
44444	so soon must thou go, Fleet as a vision, without a reply, Just like all other bright treasures below, Charming a moment, to change or to fly?
44444	what do you think we shall do on that day?"
44444	what''s there, on the lighted wall, That can fix thy gaze and thy spirit appall?
44444	who could paint the placid moon, That''s beaming through the bough Of yon high elm, or play the tune, That sounds beneath it now?
44444	who that saw that bird at noon So high and proudly soar, Could think how awkwardly-- how soon, He''d fall to rise no more?
9564	''I love you: on that love alone, And not my worth, presuming, Will you not trust for summer fruit The tree in May- day blooming?'' 9564 ''Nor frock nor tan can hide the man; And see you not, my farmer, How weak and fond a woman waits Behind this silken armor?
9564	''You go as lightly as you came, Your life is well without me; What care you that these hills will close Like prison- walls about me? 9564 And, if in peril from swamping sea Or lee shore rocks, would he call on thee?"
9564	Is it a chapel bell that fills The air with its low tone?
9564	She looked up in his face of pain So archly, yet so tender''And if I lend you mine,''she said,''Will you forgive the lender? 9564 What is it to thee, I fain would know, That waves are roaring and wild winds blow?
9564	Whom shall we give the strong ones? 9564 And o''er her vault of burial( who shall tell If it be chance alone or miracle?) 9564 Are His responsibilities For us alone and not for these? 9564 Before her queenly womanhood How dared our hostess utter The paltry errand of her need To buy her fresh- churned butter? 9564 But he knelt with his hand on her forehead, his lips to her ear, And he called back the soul that was passingMarguerite, do you hear?"
9564	Hast thou not read,''Better the eye should see than that desire Should wander?''
9564	If he kept This gold, so needed, would the dreadful God Torment him like a Mohawk''s captive stuck With slow- consuming splinters?
9564	One healed the sick Very far off thousands of moons ago Had he not prayed him night and day to come And cure his bed- bound wife?
9564	Or thy own prophet''s,''Whoso doth endure And pardon, of eternal life is sure''?
9564	The angel brought One broad piece only; should he take all these?
9564	Was there a hell?
9564	We walk in clearer light;--but then, Is He not God?--are they not men?
9564	Were all his fathers''people writhing there-- Like the poor shell- fish set to boil alive-- Forever, dying never?
9564	What sounds are these But chants and holy hymns?"
9564	What to her was the song of the robin, or warm morning light, As she lay in the trance of the dying, heedless of sound or sight?
9564	Who would be wiser, in the blind, dumb woods?
9564	Why mourn above some hopeless flaw In the stone tables of the law, When scripture every day afresh Is traced on tablets of the flesh?
9564	Would the saints And the white angels dance and laugh to see him Burn like a pitch- pine torch?
9564	love you the Papist, the beggar, the charge of the town?"
9564	of the fiery pit, And how, drop by drop, this merciful bird Carries the water that quenches it?
9564	she cried in fear,"Hearest thou nothing, sister dear?"
9564	she cried,"hast thou forgotten quite The words of Him we spake of yesternight?
9564	what matters where A true man''s cross may stand, So Heaven be o''er it here as there In pleasant Norman land?
9563	But where are the clowns and puppets, And imps with horns and tail? 9563 Here''s a priest and there is a Quaker, Do the cat and dog agree?
9563	What is it I see?
9563	Why should folk be glum,said Keezar,"When Nature herself is glad, And the painted woods are laughing At the faces so sour and sad?"
9563	Would the old folk know their children? 9563 Yonder spire Over gray roofs, a shaft of fire; What is it, pray?"
9563	And he, so gentle, true, and strong, Of men the bravest and the best, Had he, too, scorned her with the rest?
9563	And what to her is now the boy Who fed her father''s kine?
9563	And where are the Rhenish flagons?
9563	And where is the foaming ale?
9563	Do I look on Frankfort fair?
9563	For his tempted heart and wandering feet, Were the songs of David less pure and sweet?
9563	Had He sent His angel down?
9563	Had he not seen in the solitudes Of his deep and dark Northampton woods A vision of love about him fall?
9563	Had then God heard her?
9563	Have they burned the stocks for ovenwood?
9563	Have they cut down the gallows- tree?
9563	He erred: shall we count His gifts as naught?
9563	Hearts are like wax in the furnace; who Shall mould, and shape, and cast them anew?
9563	I see her face, I hear her voice; Does she remember mine?
9563	In the over- drift And flow of the Nile, with its annual gift, Who cares for the Hadji''s relics sunk?
9563	Is it a fete at Bingen?
9563	Is it the Indian''s yell, That lends to the voice of the north- wind The tones of a far- off bell?
9563	Is it the clang of wild- geese?
9563	Living or dying, bond or free, What was time to eternity?
9563	She kissed the lips of kith and kin, She laid her hand in mine What more could ask the bashful boy Who fed her father''s kine?
9563	Should the worm be chooser?--the clay withstand The shaping will of the potter''s hand?
9563	That over the holy oracles Folly sported with cap and bells?
9563	Was the Hebrew temple less fair and good That Solomon bowed to gods of wood?
9563	Was the work of God in him unwrought?
9563	Wequashim, my moonlight, say, Wilt thou go with me, or stay?"
9563	What cares she that the orioles build For other eyes than ours,-- That other hands with nuts are filled, And other laps with flowers?
9563	What could it matter, more or less Of stripes, and hunger, and weariness?
9563	What matter whose the hillside grave, Or whose the blazoned stone?
9563	Who thinks of the drowned- out Coptic monk?
9563	Would they own the graceless town, With never a ranter to worry And never a witch to drown?"
9563	quoth Waldron,"leave a child Christian- born to heathens wild?
9563	said Keezar"Am I here, or ant I there?
7397	Hans Breitmann gif a barty,--vhere is dot barty now?
7397	Ah, who shall count a rescued nation''s debt, Or sum in words our martyrs''silent claims?
7397	And art thou, then, a world like ours, Flung from the orb that whirled our own A molten pebble from its zone?
7397	And bast thou cities, domes, and towers, And life, and love that makes it dear, And death that fills thy tribes with fear?
7397	And is thy bosom decked with flowers That steal their bloom from scalding showers?
7397	And whose the chartered claim to speak The sacred grief where all have part, Where sorrow saddens every cheek And broods in every aching heart?
7397	And you, our quasi Dutchman, what welcome should be yours For all the wise prescriptions that work your laughter- cures?
7397	Ask you what name this prisoned spirit bears While with ourselves this fleeting breath it shares?
7397	At Israel''s altar still we humbly bow, But where, oh where, are Israel''s prophets now?
7397	B."?
7397	But who is he whose massive frame belies The maiden shyness of his downcast eyes?
7397	Can Freedom breathe if ignorance reign?
7397	Can I believe it?
7397	Dead?
7397	Have the pale wayside weeds no fond regret For him who read the secrets they enfold?
7397	I think him dead?
7397	No angry passion shakes the state Whose weary servant seeks for rest; And who could fear that scowling hate Would strike at that unguarded breast?
7397	O guardian of the starry gate, What coin shall pay this debt of mine?
7397	Say, shall the Muse with faltering steps retreat, Or dare these names in rhythmic form repeat?
7397	Science has kept her midnight taper burning To greet thy coming with its vestal flame; Friendship has murmured,"When art thou returning?"
7397	Shall Commerce thrive where anarchs rule?
7397	Shall I the poet''s broad dominion claim Because you bid me wear his sacred name For these few moments?
7397	Shall the proud spangles of the field forget The verse that lent new glory to their gold?
7397	Slowly the stores of life are spent, Yet hope still battles with despair; Will Heaven not yield when knees are bent?
7397	The hues of all its glowing beds are ours, Shall you not claim its sweetest- smelling flowers?
7397	This wreath of verse how dare I offer you To whom the garden''s choicest gifts are due?
7397	Too old grew Britain for her mother''s beads,-- Must we be necklaced with her children''s creeds?
7397	Tower- like he stands in life''s unfaded prime; Ask you his name?
7397	Well may they ask, for what so brightly burns As a dry creed that nothing ever learns?
7397	What were the glory of these festal days Shorn of their grand illumination''s blaze?
7397	When thy last page of life at length is filled, What shall thine heirs to keep thy memory build?
7397	Where in the realm of thought, whose air is song, Does he, the Buddha of the West, belong?
7397	Where is the charm the weird enchantress weaves?
7397	Where is the sibyl with her hoarded leaves?
7397	Where shall she find an eye like thine to greet Spring''s earliest footprints on her opening flowers?
7397	Who broods in silence till, by questions pressed, Some answer struggles from his laboring breast?
7397	Who is our brother?
7397	Who shall our heroes''dread exchange forget,-- All life, youth, hope, could promise to allure For all that soul could brave or flesh endure?
7397	Who then is left to rend the future''s veil?
7397	Why not as boldly as from Homer''s lips The long array, of Argive battle- ships?
7397	Why that ethereal spirit''s frame describe?
7397	Will Faith her half- fledged brood retain If darkening counsels cloud the school?
7397	Will piles of stone in Auburn''s mournful shade Save from neglect the spot where thou art laid?
11986	God sweetened not my cup,you say,"Shall He for France do more?"
11986	Is I right?
11986	Is manhood less because man''s face is black? 11986 Wha''d Ah take?"
11986	***** Have ye not, oh, my favored sisters, Just a plea, a prayer or a tear For mothers who dwell''neath the shadows Of agony, hatred and fear?
11986	A BUTTERFLY IN CHURCH What dost thou here, thou shining, sinless thing, With many colored hues and shapely wing?
11986	AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY?
11986	After learning now you scan Vain endeavors man by man?
11986	All earth is place-- all time th''auspicious hour, While heaven leans forth to look, oh, will he quail or cower?
11986	And can I then but pray Others may never feel tyrannic sway?"
11986	And does it not seem odd that this greatest gift of the Negro has been the most neglected of all he possesses?
11986	And what is the spur that keeps the pace, What is the galling goad?
11986	And who can say that it does not express the blare and jangle and the surge, too, of our national spirit?
11986	And who was he That breathed that comforting, melodic sigh,"Nobody knows de trouble I see"?
11986	And you know that we, like you, Will too late our failings rue?
11986	And, brother, what shall you say?
11986	Are you not from That docile, child- like, tender- hearted race Which we have known three centuries?
11986	Be not deceived, for every deed you do I could match-- out- match: am I not Africa''s son, Black of that black land where black deeds are done?
11986	Because the tongues of Garrison And Phillips now are cold in death, Think you their work can be undone?
11986	Believ''st thou, chief, that armies such as thine Can stretch in dust that heaven- defended line?
11986	But the melodies, where did they come from?
11986	But this from the versified Psalms is still worse, yet it is found in the books:"The Lord''s song sing can we?
11986	But what steals out the gray clouds red like wine?
11986	Deprived of all created bliss, Through hardship, toil, and pain?
11986	Did this man sin?
11986	Do n''t yo''love a co''n song?
11986	Do you laugh in cynic vein Since you can not try again?
11986	Do you love me?
11986	Do you mind that you as they Once was held by mystic sway; Dreamed and struggled, hoped and prayed, Lolled and with the minutes played?
11986	Do you not hear to- day The mighty beat of onward feet, And know you not their way?
11986	Does mere existence balance with The weight of your great sacrifice?
11986	Does she recall your own dark day, Your own Gethsemane?
11986	Has the earth become such bore That it pleases nevermore?
11986	Have you learned what men learn not That earth''s substance turns to rot?
11986	Have you not heard the call, The trumpet blown, the word made known To the nations, one and all?
11986	Heart of what slave poured out such melody As"Steal away to Jesus"?
11986	How came this beast in human shape and form?
11986	How dare you laff et me, Bekaze I foul de time an''key, Thinks you dat I is Black Pattie, Mah''ittle Touzle Head?
11986	How did it catch that subtle undertone, That note in music heard not with the ears?
11986	How did the men who originated these songs manage to do it?
11986	How long shall the mounting flood of innocent blood roar in Thine ears and pound in our hearts for vengeance?
11986	How, in your darkness, did you come to know The power and beauty of the minstrel''s lyre?
11986	INDEX OF TITLES After the Winter And What Shall You Say?
11986	IS IT BECAUSE I AM BLACK?
11986	Is It Because I Am Black?
11986	Is any prophet come to teach a new thing Now in a more apt time?
11986	Is he Not more like brute than man?
11986	Is it an idle dream to which we cling, Here where a thousand dusky toilers sing Unto the world their hope?
11986	Is it because I am black?
11986	Is it because I am black?
11986	Is not the God of the fathers dead?
11986	Is there likelihood that the American Negro will be able to do this?
11986	Is there no hope for me?
11986	Is there no way That I may sight and check that speeding bark Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?
11986	Is this pain''s surcease?
11986	Is''t because of loss of pain?
11986	James Weldon Johnson O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS O black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
11986	Left Keats for beauty''s lure, a name But"writ in water"?
11986	Leslie Pinckney Hill TUSKEGEE Wherefore this busy labor without rest?
11986	Little brown baby wif spa''klin''eyes Who''s pappy''s darlin''an''who''s pappy''s chile?
11986	Lord God, what evil have we done?
11986	Love me well ez I love you?
11986	Love me, honey, love me true?
11986	Mad?
11986	Make dat little cabin Cheery, clean an''bright, With an''angel in it Like a ray of light?
11986	Make dat little palace Somethin''fine an''gran'', Make it like an Eden, Fur a lonely man?
11986	My Limousine- Lady knows you, or Why does the slant- envy of her eye mark Your straight air and radiant inclusive smile?
11986	Not from That more than faithful race which through three wars Fed our dear wives and nursed our helpless babes Without a single breach of trust?
11986	Now that you are but a skull Glimpse you life as life is, full Of beauties that we miss Till time withers with his kiss?
11986	Oh little Christ, what can this mean, Why must this horror be For fainting France, for faithful France, And her sweet chivalry?
11986	Oh little Christ, why do you moan, What is it that you see In mourning France, in martyred France, And her great agony?
11986	Oh little Christ, why do you weep, Why flow your tears so sore For pleading France, for praying France, A suppliant at God''s door?
11986	Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
11986	Or can it be you fear the grave Enough to live and die a slave?
11986	Or do you think those precious drops From Lincoln''s heart were shed in vain?
11986	Or quenched the fires lit by their breath?
11986	Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?
11986	Or, if an envious few Of your own people brought no garlands, how Could Malice smite him whom the gods had crowned?
11986	Ray G. Dandridge TIME TO DIE Black brother, think you life so sweet That you would live at any price?
11986	Sighed for honors; battles planned; Sipped of cups that wisdom banned But would please the weak frail flesh; Suffered, fell,''rose, struggled fresh?
11986	Simmons_"Here''s White an''Black an''Brown an''Green; how''s all you gent''men''s been?
11986	Simmons_"Walk right in Brother Wilson-- how you feelin''today?"
11986	So the great engines throb, and anvils ring, And so the thought is wedded to the thing; But what shall be the end, and what the test?
11986	Speak, man!--We call you man because you wear His shape-- How are you thus?
11986	Stand back of new- come foreign hordes, And fear our heritage to claim?
11986	Surely Thou too art not white, O Lord, a pale, bloodless, heartless thing?
11986	THE TEACHER Lord, who am I to teach the way To little children day by day, So prone myself to go astray?
11986	TO THE WHITE FIENDS Think you I am not fiend and savage too?
11986	Tell me, ghoulish, grinning skull What deep broodings, o''er you mull?
11986	That Lovejoy was but idly slain?
11986	The great white witch you have not seen?
11986	The watchword, the hope- word, Salvation''s present plan?
11986	Then should we speak but servile words, Or shall we hang our heads in shame?
11986	Then who, why are you?
11986	Then why do you still cling To an idle age and a musty page, To a dead and useless thing?
11986	They''d charged him with the old, old crime, And set him fast in jail: Oh, why does the dog howl all night long, And why does the night wind wail?
11986	Think you I could not arm me with a gun And shoot down ten of you for every one Of my black brothers murdered, burnt by you?
11986	Think you that John Brown''s spirit stops?
11986	Thou hast toiled for fifty years And what hast thou now but thy dusty tears?
11986	To death?
11986	To life?
11986	Welcome dark sleep!_ Whither?
11986	Whah did dat dimple come f''om in yo''chin?
11986	Whah did you git dem teef?
11986	Whah''s our Christmas dinneh comin''when we''s''mos''completely broke?
11986	What art may house or gold prolong A dream far lovelier than a song?
11986	What bows your childish head so low?
11986	What days our wine- thrilled bodies pulsed with joy Feasting upon blackberries in the copse?
11986	What guerdon is in store For gallant France, for glorious France, And all her valiant corps?
11986	What is a troubadour?
11986	What though before us lies the open grave?
11986	What turns your cheek so white?
11986	What weeks, what months, what time o''the mild year We cheated school to have our fling at tops?
11986	What you been doin'', suh-- makin''san''pies?
11986	When my heart is weak an''sad, Who but you can mek it glad?"
11986	When offer''d combat by the noble foe,( Foe to misrule) why did the sword forego The easy conquest of the rebel- land?
11986	Whence your joy through sun and rain?
11986	Whither?
11986	Whither?
11986	Who bought and sold their crime, and waxed fat and rich on public iniquity?
11986	Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes?
11986	Who first from out the still watch, lone and long, Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise Within his dark- kept soul, burst into song?
11986	Who heard great"Jordan roll"?
11986	Who is it all de day nevah once tries Fu''to be cross, er once loses dat smile?
11986	Who is it rides by night, by night, Over the moonlit road?
11986	Who made these devils?
11986	Who nursed them in crime and fed them on injustice?
11986	Who ravished and debauched their mothers and their grandmothers?
11986	Who shall the rider''s restive steed turn back, Or who withstand the arrows he lets fly Between the mountains of eternity?
11986	Whose starward eye Saw chariot"swing low"?
11986	Why do men smile when I speak, And call my speech The whimperings of a babe That cries but knows not what it wants?
11986	Why do men sneer when I arise And stand in their councils, And look them eye to eye, And speak their tongue?
11986	Why does not the white South produce literature and art?
11986	Why quit the open field and summer air To flutter here?
11986	Yearned Shelley o''er the golden flame?
11986	_ Have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!_ And yet whose is the deeper guilt?
11986	_ Hear us, O Heavenly Father!_ Doth not this justice of hell stink in Thy nostrils, O God?
11986	_ Justice, O judge of men!_ Wherefore do we pray?
11986	and am I born for this, To wear this slavish chain?
11986	who can sing thy force?
7395	And are we then so soon forgot?
7395	Tell us, tell us why you look so?
7395	To whom?
7395	Will you? 7395 ( we could hardly speak, we shook so),Are they beaten?
7395	A FAMILIAR LETTER TO SEVERAL CORRESPONDENTS YES, write, if you want to, there''s nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
7395	ARE they beaten?"
7395	And how the seats would slam and bang?
7395	And is it really so?
7395	And we sometimes walked together in the pleasant summer weather,--"Please to tell us what his name was?"
7395	Are they beaten?
7395	Are they palsied or asleep?
7395	Are they panic- struck and helpless?
7395	Borrow some title?
7395	But as for Pallas,--how to tell In seemly phrase a fact so shocking?
7395	But who the Youth his glistening axe that swings To smite the pine that shows a hundred rings?
7395	Had but those boundless fields of blue One darkened sphere like this; But what has heaven for thee to do In realms of perfect bliss?
7395	Has earth a nobler name?
7395	Have our soldiers got faint- hearted, and in noiseless haste departed?
7395	Have those scalping Indian devils come to murder us once more?"
7395	Have you noticed, pray, An earthly belle or dashing bride walk, And how her flounces track her way, Like slimy serpents on the sidewalk?
7395	His Majesty?
7395	How can such fools Ask men to vote for woman suffrage?"
7395	Jove, Juno, Venus, where are you?
7395	Mars, Mercury, Phoebus, Neptune, Saturn?
7395	Of course some must speak,--they are always selected to, But pray what''s the reason that I am expected to?
7395	Old Marcus Reemie, who was he?
7395	TO R. B. H. AT THE DINNER TO THE PRESIDENT, BOSTON, JUNE 26, 1877 How to address him?
7395	Tell where the market used to be That stood beside the murdered tree?
7395	The answer hardly needs suggestion; Of course it was the Wandering Jew,-- How could you put me such a question?
7395	The basso''s trump before he sang?
7395	The bell-- can you recall its clang?
7395	The rest that earth denied is thine,-- Ah, is it rest?
7395	The viol and its bow?
7395	The voices high and low?
7395	These are around her; but where are her foes?
7395	These moments all are memory''s; I have come To speak with lips that rather should be dumb; For what are words?
7395	What had she to sell?
7395	What if, to make the nicer ears content, We say His Honesty, the President?
7395	What phrases mean you do not need to learn; We must be civil, and they serve our turn"Your most obedient humble"means-- means what?
7395	What was it who was bound to do?
7395	Where was it old Judge Winthrop sat?
7395	Where, tell me, was the Deacon''s pew?
7395	Who fishes in the Frog- pond still?
7395	Who wants an old receipted bill?
7395	Who were the brothers Snow?
7395	Who wore the last three- cornered hat?
7395	Whose dog to church would go?
7395	Whose hair was braided in a queue?
7395	Why, why call me up with your battery of flatteries?
7395	and,"What will his mother do?"
7395	awkward, it is true Call him"Great Father,"as the Red Men do?
7395	tell us, who is he?
7395	we ask, Or, traced by knowledge more divine, Some larger, nobler task?
26333	Ailing? 26333 Can you not guess who''twas about, Maurine?
26333	Have you? 26333 Her golden tresses?"
26333	Her great dark eyes that flash like gems at night? 26333 Her honeyed mouth, where hearts do, fly- like, drown?"
26333	Her perfect mouth so like a carvèd kiss?
26333	I''m welcome? 26333 Ma Belle Maurine:"( so Vivian''s billet ran,)"Is it not time I saw your cherished guest?
26333	Maurine, Maurine,he whispered,"will you speak?"
26333	O skies be calm? 26333 Oh, tell me,"I cried, growing bolder,"Have I in your musings a place?"
26333	One of Miss Trevor''s, or of Maurine''s beaux? 26333 Sweet friend,"I said,"your face is full of light: What were the dreams that made your eyes so bright?"
26333	Will you guide The boat up near that little clump of green Off to the right? 26333 ''Come all the same?'' 26333 ''Cronies?'' 26333 ''Tis I am loved, not you?
26333	And did I, on my honor, ever see Such hair before?
26333	And if he lives, and meets me to his cost, Why, what avails it?
26333	And must I still be sad for thee?
26333	And that one from a lady?
26333	And then?
26333	And what to recompense for all my losses, And bring me sweet reward?
26333	Are there not other hopes That yet shall rise like new stars in thy sky?
26333	Are there not other joys, Like frost- bound bulbs, that yet shall start and bloom?
26333	Are there not other loves As beautiful and full of sweet unrest, Flying through space like snowy- pinioned doves?
26333	Are you ailing?"
26333	Are you his-- all his?
26333	Are you troubled and sad?
26333	As he speeds me, like a rough, well- meaning friend, To the end, Will I find again the lost ones loved so well?
26333	But I love you so, How can I be quite willing you should go?
26333	But ah, is it done?
26333	But why relate what then?
26333	Can wrong make right?"
26333	Can you burn up the rapture of kisses That flashed from the lips to the soul?
26333	Can you ever forget the moment, When you saw the flag of white, That told how the grim old city Had fallen in her might?
26333	Could man give more, or ask more from a brother?"
26333	Could n''t we sit in the twilight, Could n''t we walk on the shore, With only a pleasant friendship To bind us, and nothing more?
26333	Dead with our youth, and faith, and love divine, Should we not keep the best of life that way?
26333	Dear Little Blue Hood fresh and fair, Are you glad we love you, or do n''t you care?
26333	Do you know I made my toilet just four hours ago?"
26333	Does any one weep on a day like this, With the sun above, and the green earth under?
26333	Dying so full of joy, what could we miss?
26333	Dying so young, with all thy wealth of youth, What part of life wouldst thou not claim, in sooth?
26333	Fair frigate, whither bound?"
26333	From the Eternal Hills hast thou not seen How I do strive for heights?
26333	Had I betrayed by some too fervent word The secret love that all my being stirred?
26333	Had I found Eden''s shore?
26333	His brilliant eyes grew darker; and he said, With sudden passion,"Do you bid me speak?
26333	How else could I remind her so of him?
26333	I have n''t a doubt of your statement, But who is n''t mad, I pray?
26333	I knew it the first of the Summer-- I knew it the same at the end-- That you and your love were plighted, But could n''t you be my friend?
26333	I must do as you do?
26333	I said,"''Tis very sweet, And suits the day; does it not, Helen, dear?"
26333	I say,"Was ever scene more fair?
26333	IS IT DONE?
26333	Is any one sad in the world, I wonder?
26333	Is it done?
26333	Is it the world, or my eyes, that are sadder?
26333	Is the day set?--and when?
26333	It showed not the splendor of colors Of those of his earlier years, But the world?
26333	Large, long- lashed eyes and lustrous?"
26333	Maurine, Maurine, what answer do you make?"
26333	Miss Helen, am I wrong, or does Maurine Seem to have something on her mind this eve?"
26333	My lover?
26333	Now tell me, am I looking very frail?"
26333	Now you look, Like-- like-- oh, where''s a pretty simile?
26333	O boys who besieged old Vicksburg, Can time e''er wash away The triumph of her surrender, Nine years ago to- day?
26333	O where is the treasure which men call rest?
26333	Only one?
26333	Or the heart that grows sick for lost blisses In spite of its strength of control?
26333	Or wilt thou straightway come to me?
26333	Red on the brunette maid; Blue on the blonde-- and quite without design( Oh, where_ is_ that comparison of mine?)
26333	Rise then, revive then, thou indolent comer, Why dost thou lie in the dark earth so long?
26333	Selfish?
26333	Shall I ever forget how they tripped down the hall?
26333	Shall I ever forget the first kiss by the door, Or the vows murmured o''er, Or the rage and surprise of Maud- Belle?
26333	Somebody ties that hood of blue Under the face so fair to see, Somebody loves her, beside we two, Somebody kisses her-- why ca n''t we?
26333	That man with his record of honor, That lady down there with the rose, That girl with Spring''s freshness upon her, Who knoweth the secrets of those?
26333	The Swan?
26333	There is some truth in what you say?
26333	They were not so flowing and rhythmic As those of his earlier years, But the world?
26333	WHAT GAIN?
26333	Was this a foretaste of eternal bliss?
26333	What can be said in New Year rhymes, That''s not been said a thousand times?
26333	What can we say about you That has not once been said?
26333	What canst thou give to help me bear my crosses, In place of Him, my Lord?
26333	What cares the earth for her brief time of gloom?
26333	What does our country need?
26333	What eagle ever missed the peak he sought?
26333	What is it?
26333	What matters one lost vision of the night?
26333	What obstacle can stay the mighty force Of the sea- seeking river in its course, Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?
26333	What shall we gain by living day on day?
26333	What shall we gain, Sweetheart, but bitter pain?
26333	What will Aunt Ruth think of our ling''ring so?
26333	What would you have said, my lady, If you had known the truth?
26333	When I am weak, and desolate, and lonely-- And prone to follow wrong?
26333	When was it that love died?
26333	Where are there pleasures so sweet as thine?
26333	Wherefore should I weep And dwell upon its beauty, and its dyes Of Oriental splendor, or complain That I must needs discard it?
26333	Which may he be, who cometh like a prince With haughty bearing, and an eagle eye?"
26333	Who ever knew three hours to go so fast In all the annals of the world, before?
26333	Who is he That, in the supreme hour of love''s delight, Veiled by the shadows of the falling night, She should breathe low his name, forgetting me?
26333	Why did you shatter my delusion, Roy, By turning to a lover?"
26333	Why dost thou bud not, O Love of my bosom?
26333	Why dost thou rise not, and thrill me as then?
26333	Why have you never written of him, pray?
26333	Why should love die?
26333	Why won the bravest of them no return?"
26333	Why, what is life but a dream of bliss?
26333	With two girl cronies would I not be so?
26333	Would she pluck roses?
26333	Wouldst thou wound him, to give thy friend relief?
26333	Yes, life is love, and love is duty; And what heart sorrows?
26333	You force my speech on what I fain would keep In my own bosom, but you understand?
26333	You have put all the lights out, and yet, Though the curtain, rung down, has descended, Can the actors go home and forget?
26333	You shake your head?
26333	answer, is it so?''
26333	are you up?"
26333	art thou far, or art thou near?
26333	dost Thou on high, Keep the promised by- and- by-- by- and- by?
26333	how is this?
26333	in the embers Where letters and tokens were cast, Have you burned up the heart that remembers, And treasures its beautiful past?
26333	is it thin, or pale?
26333	is the life drama ended?
26333	pale brother,"said the wine,"Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?"
26333	why is thy pace so slow?"
9583	A common coat now serves for both, The hat''s no more a fixture; And which was wet and which was dry, Who knows in such a mixture? 9583 Arise,"he said,"why look behind, When hope is all before, And patient hand and willing mind, Your loss may yet restore?
9583	God left men free of choice, as when His Eden- trees were planted; Because they chose amiss, should I Deny the gift He granted? 9583 I walked by my own light; but when The ways of faith divided, Was I to force unwilling feet To tread the path that I did?
9583	And some have gone the unknown way, And some await the call to rest; Who knoweth whether it is best For those who went or those who stay?
9583	And take Cotton Mather in place of George Fox?
9583	Go to burning church- candles, and chanting in choir, And on the old meeting- house stick up a spire?
9583	Is''t fancy that he watches still His Providence plantations?
9583	Life was risked for Michael''s shrine; Shall not wealth be staked for thine?
9583	Make our preachers war- chaplains?
9583	O dwellers in the stately towns, What come ye out to see?
9583	Or sighs for dainties far away, Beside the bounteous board of home?
9583	Shall it be of Boston said She is shamed by Marblehead?
9583	Shall we fawn round the priestcraft that glutted the shears, And festooned the stocks with our grandfathers''ears?
9583	Should the heart closer shut as the bonnet grows prim, And the face grow in length as the hat grows in brim?
9583	Talk of Woolman''s unsoundness?
9583	This common earth, this common sky, This water flowing free?
9583	What cares the unconventioned wood For pass- words of the town?
9583	What matters our label, so truth be our aim?
9583	When she makes up her jewels, what cares yon good town For the Baptist of Wayland, the Quaker of Brown?
9583	Who murmurs at his lot to- day?
9583	Who scorns his native fruit and bloom?
9583	Why search the wide world everywhere For Eden''s unknown ground?
9583	as there, Hast thou none to do and dare?
9583	count Penn heterodox?
9583	quote Scripture to take The hunted slave back, for Onesimus''sake?
7274	And yet who knows? 7274 Do you ask me the place of the Valley, Ye hearts that are harrowed by care?
7274	What will it matter by- and- by? 7274 *****What will it matter?
7274	And what are the objects on which this angel of Poesy loves to dwell?
7274	And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle''s confusion A home and a country should leave us no more?
7274	Are not all short- lived things the loveliest?
7274	Do you ask how I live in the Valley?
7274	Do you ask what I found in the Valley?
7274	Does any falter?
7274	Dumb woods, have ye uttered a bird?
7274	Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe!--what power Can stay him in his silent course, or melt His iron heart to pity?
7274	In my heart?
7274	In the leaves?
7274	In the poem entitled_ What?_ it is again her spirit voice that conveys to his soul an ineffable word.]
7274	In whom, save Thee, our Father, shall I trust?"
7274	Is it necessary to quote a stanza of a poem so well known?
7274	Is it strange that under this training he acquired a taste for strong drink, and became opinionated and perverse?
7274	LYRIC OF ACTION[ 17]''Tis the part of a coward to brood O''er the past that is withered and dead: What though the heart''s roses are ashes and dust?
7274	Months of torture, how many such?
7274	No yearning memory of those scenes that were So richly calm and fair, When the last rays of sunset, shimmering down, Flashed like a royal crown?
7274	O say, does that star- spangled banner yet wave O''er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
7274	O say, does that star- spangled banner yet wave O''er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"
7274	Or, capriciously still, Like the lone Albatross, Incumbent on night( As she on the air) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there?"
7274	So, unto thee, Lucretius[ 24] mine,( For oh, what heart hath loved thee like to this That''s now complaining?)
7274	That crystal nothing who''ll peruse?
7274	The Lily calmly braves the storm, And shall the Palm Tree fear?
7274	The blood of its sons has but brightened its sheen; What though the tyrant has trampled it down, Are its folds not emblazoned with deeds of renown?"
7274	We part!--I speak not of the pain,-- But when shall I each lovely spot, And each loved face behold again?
7274	What is it?
7274	What logic of greeting lies Betwixt dear over- beautiful trees and the rain of the eyes?
7274	What though the heart''s music be fled?
7274	What though the heart''s music be fled?
7274	What though the heart''s roses are ashes and dust?
7274	What was the cause of this sadness?
7274	Who knows?
7274	Who knows?
7274	Why does your poetry sound like a sigh?
7274	Why murmur at the common lot?
7274	Will the East unveil?
7274	[ 15] Why walk we thus alone, when by our side, Love, like a visible God, might be our guide?
7274	[ 36] My gossip, the owl,--is it thou That out of the leaves of the low- hanging bough, As I pass to the beach, art stirred?
7274	[ 5] Do you ask me the place of the Valley, Ye hearts that are harrowed by care?
7274	[ Footnote 15: This desire for death occurs in several poems, as_ When?_ and_ Rest_.
7274	hast thou no memory at thy core Of one who comes no more?
7274	in the air?
7274	is it thy will On the breezes to toss?
7274	somewhere,--mystery, where?
7274	who knows what soul- dividing bars Earth''s faithful loves may part in other stars?
7274	why may not love and life be one?
7274	would not grow warm When thoughts like these give cheer?
7274	wouldst thou not better be More violet still?
7115	''What does it take to make a rose, Mother- mine?'' 7115 Foreign Fields in Battle Array"brings this thrillingly prophetic, Isaiahanic verse:"What is the final ending?
7115	Have you strung your soul to silence?
7115	How shall we start, Lord, to build life again, Fairer and sweeter, and freed from its pain? 7115 How will it be with kingdoms and with kings?"
7115	If God be with you, who can be against you?
7115	You will come, my dearest, truest? 7115 ''Ah, who knows, who knows, who knows? 7115 ''Done things,''just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story, See through the nice veneer the naked soul?
7115	All completed?
7115	And is it any wonder that, as she quoted these last verses we felt him near to us?
7115	And they learned what it took to make a rose:"''What is there hid in the heart of a rose, Mother- mine?''
7115	And who could put his worship more beautifully than the poet does in"The Symbolist"?
7115	And who dares to dispute it?
7115	And who has not felt this, but has not been able to thus express it?
7115	As they listen they hear the voices of those they loved crying:"Who is so safe as we?
7115	At least so says our poet:"To whom shall the world henceforth belong And who shall go up and possess it?"
7115	Did you forget that this was the day?"
7115	Good script for the journey?
7115	Have you an ancient wound?
7115	His heart was broken and he cried out in his disappointment:"Why is it, Lord, that your feet delay?
7115	How will you ever straighten up this shape?
7115	However, then, as now, men are not the final judges:"But why do the elders suddenly quake, Their eyes a- stare and their knees a- shake?
7115	If we have not a Christian civilization, what have we?
7115	In that great scene where Christ blessed little children, who has ever made it sweeter and nearer and warmer with human touch?
7115	Indeed, these are the very men who know God, for do not their"Lives just hang by a hair"?
7115	Or is it that you try to show Life still is joy and all is well?
7115	Prophetic?
7115	Running through this poem is the refrain of"Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?"
7115	She solaced our woe And soothed our sighing; And what shall we do Now God is dying?"
7115	She solaced our woe And soothed our sighing; And what shall we do Now God is dying?"
7115	Since Christ has said only the stainless Shall cast at his fellows a stone?"
7115	THE GOSPEL OF LOVE And where Friendship sweeps into love who shall tell, or where the dividing line is?
7115	The issue can we know?
7115	The scene with the woman taken in adultery he has also made human and near in these lines, called"Charity":"Who now shall accuse and arraign us?
7115	Then what sweeter scene in all the lines of the poetry of the world than this that follows?
7115	Then, as if to give us another illustration of her great poet husband''s home love, she read for us"Juanita":"You will come, my bird, Bonita?
7115	They said plaintively"but a God; we have none other"; and"And what shall we do now God is dying?"
7115	They were face to face, And he knealt a- weeping in that holy place, Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?"
7115	Thinkers are everywhere asking,"Is Christianity a failure?"
7115	What man shall condemn and disown?
7115	What of the Night?"
7115	What of the night?
7115	Where is Christ more wonderfully and simply summed up; his spirit of love, and care?
7115	Who does not need to know how simple a thing will lead to infinite anchorage?
7115	Who does not understand how incomplete the hours were until she came?
7115	Who has not learned that?
7115	Who has not seen factory windows in village, town, and city, and who has not known that"Factory windows are always broken"?
7115	Who set this fiercer famine in my maw?
7115	Who set this fiercer hunger in my heart?"
7115	Will Christ outlive Mohammed?
7115	Will Kali''s altar go?
7115	With these wondrous lines he answers the question which he himself asks in"Fragments,""What is Success?"
7115	Wouldst learn to know one little flower, Its perfume, perfect form, or hue?
7115	Yea, wouldst thou have one perfect hour Of all the years that come to you?
7115	do you not know That we are making earth a hell?
7115	the concluding stanza of which sums up compactly America''s high purposes:"Where are you going, Great- Heart?
9562	''What dost thou here, poor man? 9562 Come hither, child, and say hast thou This young man ever seen?"
9562	Is an English Christian''s home A chapel or a mass- house, that you make the sign of Rome?
9562	Midst soulless forms, and false pretence Of spiritual pride and pampered sense, A voice saith,''What is that to thee? 9562 My name indeed is Mary,"said the stranger sobbing wild;"Will you be to me a mother?
9562	O sister of El Zara''s race, Behold me!--had we not one mother?
9562	Oh, have ye seen the young Kathleen, The flower of Ireland? 9562 Thou weariest of thy present state; What gain to thee time''s holiest date?
9562	What is this?
9562	What thought Chorazin''s scribes? 9562 Who is losing?
9562	Who knocks?
9562	Why wait to see in thy brief span Its perfect flower and fruit in man? 9562 Canst thou hear me? 9562 I often said to myself,''My sole study has been to merit well of mankind; why do I fear them?''
9562	One with courteous gesture lifted the bear- skin from his head;"Lives here Elkanah Garvin?"
9562	SPEAK and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, O''er the camp of the invaders, o''er the Mexican array, Who is losing?
9562	Speak, Ximena, speak and tell us, who has lost, and who has won?
9562	The steed stamped at the castle gate, The boar- hunt sounded on the hill; Why stayed the Baron from the chase, With looks so stern, and words so ill?
9562	Then up spake a Scottish maiden, With her ear unto the ground"Dinna ye hear it?--dinna ye hear it?
9562	Thou hast our prayers;--what can we give thee more?"
9562	Was it an angel or a fiend Whose voice be heard?
9562	What faith In Him had Nain and Nazareth?
9562	What is the shame that clothes the skin To the nameless horror that lives within?
9562	When such lovers meet each other, Why should prying idlers stay?
9562	Whispered low the dying soldier, pressed her hand and faintly smiled; Was that pitying face his mother''s?
9562	Who sought with him, from summer air, And field and wood, a balm for care; And bathed in light of sunset skies His tortured nerves and weary eyes?
9562	are they far or come they near?
9562	are they not in his Wonder- Book?
9562	at last he cried,--"What to me is this noisy ride?
9562	canst thou see?
9562	did she watch beside her child?
9562	lay thy poor head on my knee; Dost thou know the lips that kiss thee?
9562	she cried,"now tell me, has my child come back to me?"
9562	we need nor rock nor sand, Nor storied stream of Morning- Land; The heavens are glassed in Merrimac,-- What more could Jordan render back?
9562	who is winning?
9562	who is winning?"
9562	why should we?"
7325	At Saybrook? 7325 Major, your men?"
7325	Nay, how,said Mary,"may that be?
7325	So?
7325	What have you seen, What have you heard-- O ray serene, O flame- winged bird I loosed on endless air? 7325 What''s this, about''Marthy Virginia''s hand''?"
7325	What''s your report?
7325	Where''s that squaw?
7325	_ Where_ is Blackmouth?
7325	--"And dost thou forgive?"
7325	Ah, Time, what wilt thou?
7325	Ah, little Year so fruitful, Ah, child that brought us bliss, Must we so early lose you-- Our dear hopes end in this?
7325	Ah, since my heart they choose for home, Why loose them,--forth again to roam?
7325	An''so-- Well; you see that man, dropped in the snow, Where the crowd is?
7325	And O thou little, careless brook, Hast thou thy tender trust forgot?
7325	And then her voice rose waveringly To the notes of a mother''s lullaby; But her song was only"Ah, must thou die?"
7325	And what shall be the music of his dirge?
7325	And what shall be the music of his dirge?
7325	And with the morrow''s sun He faced the deputy''s dark eyes:"How soon, sir, may the rite be done?"
7325	BLACKMOUTH, OF COLORADO"Who is Blackmouth?"
7325	Behold, the flakes rush thick and fast; Or are they years, that come between,-- When, peering back into the past, I search the legendary scene?
7325	But ah, whose error Has brought this terror?
7325	But unto those forsaken of life What has the night to say?
7325	But what if that earth were ours?
7325	Can it be that the morn shall fulfil My dream, and refashion our clay As the poet may fashion his rhyme?
7325	Can the purpose of God pass by him?
7325	Can you not hear it crooning clear, As though it understood?"
7325	Do n''t you think it''s wrong?
7325	Earth takes wing With birds-- do I care Whether of sorrow or joy they sing?
7325	Fear you the naked horrors of a war?
7325	For which of us, indeed, is dead?
7325	GRANT''S DIRGE I Ah, who shall sound the hero''s funeral march?
7325	Haply it only sleeps; But what if indeed it were dead, And another earth should arise To greet the gray of the dawn?
7325	Heavenly beauties still will rouse Strife and savagery in men: Shall the lucid heavens, then, Lose their high serenity, Sorrowing over what must be?
7325	Her modest memory forsook, Whose name, known once, thou utterest not?
7325	His excuse Always was, whenever folks would ask him Where he hailed from, an''_ would_ tease an''task him;-- What d''you s''pose?
7325	I LOVED YOU, ONCE-- And did you think my heart Could keep its love unchanging, Fresh as the buds that start In spring, nor know estranging?
7325	II For, if we say God wills, Shall we then idly deny Him Care of each host in the fight?
7325	II What is the sound we hear?
7325	IV_ What ill befell these lovers?
7325	Is it so long that we Have lived upon the lonely sea?
7325	O helper, hidest thou, still?
7325	O hero, art thou among us?
7325	Oh, can you spy the ancient town,-- The granite hills so green and gray, That rib the land behind the bay?
7325	Places of life and of death, Numbered and named as streets, What, through your channels of stone, Is the tide that unweariedly beats?
7325	See you yet, where he comes-- Our hero?
7325	See?
7325	Shall I say?
7325	She asked:"Am I forgiven?"
7325	THE SWORD DHAM"How shall we honor the man who creates?"
7325	Three years?
7325	Was there no flaw?
7325	Were all thy sinewy fibres shaped aright?
7325	What are you trying to say?
7325	What if death, ere dawn, should claim One of us?
7325	What if its venomous spell Breathed into Arnold a prompting of Hell, With slow empoisoning force indued?
7325	What if, with holier eyes, We should meet the new hope, and not fail?
7325	What though the enemy used their open gates?
7325	What tragedy of petty care and sorrow?
7325	What, though living, not the same Each should appear to each in morning- light?
7325	What_ are_ you trying to say?
7325	Which, now, shall it be?
7325	Whose fault has foiled her fond endeavor?
7325	Why do you look so faint and white?"
7325	Why hast thou no anthem sung us, Why workest thou not our will?
7325	With what mysterious daring Didst thou put forth each murmuring, odorous bough And trust it to the frail support of air?
7325	X Ah, who shall sound the hero''s funeral march?
7325	_ And the moon hangs low in the elm._ Late, late, oh late, beneath the tree stood two; In trembling joy, and wondering"Is it true?"
7325	said the smith,"but there''s one thing, still: Who is the smiter, shall smite with this blade?"
7325	they are not there: Have they, then, forgot to share Our good Thanksgiving turkey?
9559	And whither, whither, rider toward the east?
9559	But shall one find it, brother? 9559 Daughter, whither bent, And wherefore?"
9559	Great Angel, servant of the Highest, why Stoop''st thou to me?
9559	Hath he cleft not the rock, to the yield of a stream that is sweet? 9559 Is this mine hour?"
9559	Tell me, tell me,he besought her,"Sweetest, I would understand Why so cold thy palm, that slips From me like the shy cold minnow?
9559	Whence art thou?
9559	--Dear bedfellow, deals thus thy brother, Death?
9559	--Wast thou not sent us, Sister, for a sign Of that vast Mercy of God, else unconceived?
9559	A heaven- song could I make, all fire that yet was peace, And tenderness not lost, though glory did increase?
9559	An earth- song could I make, strange as the breath of earth, Filled with the great calm joy of life and death and birth?
9559	And that best hour, when reading we forsook?"
9559	And will it be the grim black bulk, That towers so evil now?
9559	Beginning, End, He is: Are not these sons both His?
9559	But at last, when the hour was ripe-- was it sudden- remembered word?
9559	COMRADES"Oh, whither, whither, rider toward the west?"
9559	Can he bring not delight to the desert, and buds to the rod?
9559	Do you frown, Sir Richard, above your ruff, In the Holbein yonder?
9559	Hath he set in the ribs of the lion no honey for meat?
9559	Have the centuries, over his slumber, only borne sterile falsehoods for flowers?
9559	KING RAEDWALD Will you hear now the speech of King Raedwald,--heathen Raedwald, the simple yet wise?
9559	Now whither shall I wend, Or by what wingèd post my greeting send, Bird, butterfly, or bee?
9559	Or will it be The Grace of God, With the angel at her prow?
9559	Pray you, what if Christ found him the nobler, having weighed his frank manhood with ours?
9559	SILENCE Why should I sing of earth or heaven?
9559	Shall you deem them dear, in truth, Days when we, o''er hill and hollow, Trudged together, Comrade Youth?
9559	Since the sweet hot liquor of life''s to spill, Of the last of the cellar what boots be chary?
9559	Since to kill the French was righteous, why bade Nelson lower the boats?
9559	The beating hearts of the stars aloof kept time to the beat of the horse''s hoof,"What is the throb that thrills so sweet?
9559	This gold memory-- rings it true?
9559	Was it sight of a bird that mounted, or sound of a strain that stole?
9559	What floods from heaven the being overpower When thrushes choir, when grasses flower?
9559	What is it life uplifts?
9559	What strange unrest, what yearning stirs us all When willows green, when robins call?
9559	Who entered, bearing gifts?
9559	Who lingers and is late?
9559	Why are those brown finger tips Crinkled as with lines of water?"
9559	With a sweep as of winds in heaven, with a rush as of flames that meet, The Flesh and the Spirit clasped; and I cried,"Was I dead so long?"
9559	not rather rest, Powerless to speak of that which hath my soul possessed,-- For full possession dumb?
9559	what sharp memory clove the calm, and drave This last fleet furious wave?
9581	A shadow in the land of thought?
9581	And thy now unheeded message Burn in the hearts of men?
9581	Answereth not Its blessing to our tears?"
9581	But be the prying vision veiled, And let the seeking lips be dumb, Where even seraph eyes have failed Shall mortal blindness seek to come?
9581	If, then, a fervent wish for thee The gracious heavens will heed from me, What should, dear heart, its burden be?
9581	In the mind''s gallery Wilt thou not always see Dim phantoms beckon thee O''er that old track again?
9581	Of them-- of thee-- remains there naught But sorrow in the mourner''s breast?
9581	Oh, as from each and all Will there not voices call Evermore back again?
9581	Oh, thy gentle smile of greeting Who again shall see?
9581	PERSONAL POEMS A LAMENT"The parted spirit, Knoweth it not our sorrow?
9581	Than Pipe- stave hill Arcadia''s mountain- view?
9581	The forms of which the poets told, The fair benignities of old, Were doubtless such as you; What more than Artichoke the rill Of Helicon?
9581	The sighing of a shaken reed,-- What can I more than meekly plead The greatness of our common need?
9581	Their gross unconsciousness survive Thy godlike energy of thought?
9581	What dust upon the spirit lies?
9581	What though red- handed Violence With secret Fraud combine?
9581	Where is the victory of the grave?
9581	While, meet for no good work, the vine May yet its worthless branches twine, Who knoweth not that with thee fell A great man in our Israel?
9581	Who amidst the solemn meeting Gaze again on thee?
9581	Who shall be Freedom''s mouthpiece?
9581	Who shall give Her welcoming cheer to the great fugitive?
9581	Who shall give to thee and me Freeholds in futurity?
9581	Who shall offer youth and beauty On the wasting shrine Of a stern and lofty duty, With a faith like thine?
9581	Who shall receive him?
9581	Who shall work for us as well The antiquarian''s miracle?
9581	Who to seeming life recall Teacher grave and pupil small?
9581	Who when peril gathers o''er us, Wear so calm a brow?
9581	Who, with evil men before us, So serene as thou?
9581	as with moist eye I look up from this page of thine, Is it a dream that thou art nigh, Thy mild face gazing into mine?
9581	darest thou lay A hand on Elliott''s bier?
4560	And art thou king?
4560	How are all your nestlings, dear? 4560 So the Bluebirds have contracted, have they, for a house?
4560	Tis rightly spoken; but, my son, Why hast thou my command forgot, That no man with thee to this spot Should come, except thy guide alone?
4560	What is we d?
4560	Where are all my hedge- rows, flushed with Maying? 4560 Where is your new cottage?"
4560	Who has reft the robin''s hidden treasure,-- All the speckled spheres he loved so well? 4560 A guarded space, Wherein a few, unfairly blest, Shall sit together, face to face, And bask and purr and be at rest? 4560 A little darkness we can surely bear; Will there not be more sunshine-- by and by? 4560 A murmur of thatnew song,"Which, soft and low, The happy angels sing,-- Sing as they go?
4560	A voice-- t''was his-- demanded:"Who is there?"
4560	A window opened, and a voice called out:"Qui e?"
4560	All questionless you came, unquestioned go; What does it mean to live, or what to die?
4560	Almost a woman?
4560	Although no touch, no questioning voice was mine, Thou wilt come once again; And, if Thy shadow brings such bliss to me, What must Thy presence be?
4560	And a nest is under way for little Mr. Wren?
4560	And can a thing so sweet, And can such heavenly condescension be?
4560	And dost Thou lay Thy glory all away To visit us, and with Thy grace to feed Our hungering hearts to- day?
4560	And forever and together To be floating?
4560	And is it Thou, indeed?
4560	And the buds which danced in merry measure To the chiming of the hyacinth''s bell?
4560	And the leafy rain, that tossed so fair, Like the spray from silver fountains playing, Where the elm- tree''s column rose in air?
4560	And you?
4560	And, lying down at night for a last sleeping, Say in that ear Which hearkens ever:"Lord, within Thy keeping How should I fear?
4560	Are there no sheaves to bind?
4560	Are we so better, then, than they Who failed the new- born Christ to see?
4560	Back to the ghastly tomb And the cold coffined ones?
4560	Can it be this, the longed- for thing Which wanderers on the restless foam, Unsheltered beggars, birds on wing, Aspire to, dream of, christen"Home"?
4560	Can there be memory or despair?
4560	Can there be sadness anywhere In the world to- night?
4560	Cheerless we take our way, but not afraid: Will there not be more roses-- by and by?
4560	Content with self and sin, The stain, the blot?
4560	Could my heart hold another one?
4560	Did you miss us?
4560	Did you not see her face, Her dear smile, as she went?"
4560	Do they use their wings?
4560	Go where the thick mimosas be, Fringing a little open plain, Honor and power wouldest thou gain?
4560	Have we but climbed the hill to meet Thy fronting fare, thy eyes of sleet?
4560	Hemmed in by walls whose crystal gates unbar Not at the instance of my strong endeavor To pierce the stronghold where their secrets are?
4560	How could they live and bear that silence everywhere?
4560	How did they keep his birthday then, The little fair Christ, so long ago?
4560	How do we keep his birthday now?
4560	How old are you, my rose?
4560	How shall I win her?
4560	I turn and see her there,-- The arch, sweet smile, the bending, graceful head; And, seeing thus, why do I call her dead?
4560	I, who had died once and been laid in tomb?
4560	Lord, can it be?
4560	My darlings, do you feel me near, As every day Into this hidden place and dear I take my way?
4560	Now answer, Ma- anda, one more thing: Who, first of all thy line, was king?"
4560	O golden anthers, breathing balm, O hush of peace, O twilight calm, Did you or I prevail?
4560	O, what is joy?
4560	Or tears or sighs Beneath such festal moon and skies?
4560	Rowing?
4560	Shall I see a Presence dim, and know A Gracious Hand upon the helm, Nor be afraid to go?
4560	Soon or late I shall behold Him there; Shall hear His dear voice, all the clangor through;"What wilt thou that I do?"
4560	The hearts, which were of cares so full, The tired hands, the tired feet, So glad of night, are glad of morn,-- Where are the clouds of yesterday?
4560	The same wild thrill irradiates our blood; Why hint of"May"?
4560	Then asked the mighty voice and calm,"Art thou Ma- anda called?"
4560	Thy kingdom here?
4560	To J. H. and E. W. H. Prelude Commissioned The Cradle Tomb in Westminster Abbey"Of such as I have"A Portrait When?
4560	To hate, yet dare not turn away?
4560	To have stood so near the gate And enter not?
4560	WHEN?
4560	Was it a dream we dreamed, Or did we hear The harping of silver harps, Divinely clear?
4560	Was that dear kingdom all the while so near?
4560	We who have bathed in noon, All radiant white, Shall we come back content To sit in night?
4560	Were they afraid that I should be afraid?
4560	Were we so much to blame?
4560	What can I do?
4560	What did we see within?
4560	What is a home?
4560	What is it to commune?
4560	What is it to commune?
4560	What is it, beloved?
4560	What is this alien thing, so near, so far, Close to my life always, but blending never?
4560	What is this message from the light So fairer far than light can be?
4560	What may strong arm do Against such gentle distance?
4560	What was that sad tale about a cat?"
4560	What whispered Love the day he fled?
4560	Where Art may blossom strong and free, And Pleasure furl her silken wing, And every laden moment be A precious and peculiar thing?
4560	Where cushioned walls rise up between Its inmates and the common air, The common pain, and pad and screen From blows of fate or winds of care?
4560	Where should I go?
4560	Wherefore push thee from my heart?
4560	Wherefore, friend,--for friend thou art,-- Should I wrong thee thus and grieve?
4560	Who is this who gently slips Through my door, and stands and sighs, Hovering in a soft eclipse, With a finger on her lips And a meaning in her eyes?
4560	Why point you there, With sudden dew in those dearest eyes?
4560	Why should I weary you, dear heart, with words, Words all discordant with a foolish pain?
4560	Why vex with words where words are poor and vain?
4560	almost twelve?
4560	so soon Homeward bound?
4560	what chart have I to her, my Sea, Whose fair, mysterious depths I long to know?
4560	wherefore tarry thus our lingering feet?
4560	who can tell?
9584	I yield The point without another word; Who ever yet a case appealed Where beauty''s judgment had been heard? 9584 Do the elements subtle reflections give? 9584 Forest- kaiser, lord o''the hills? 9584 Hear''st thou, O of little faith, What to thee the mountain saith, What is whispered by the trees? 9584 How should he know the blindfold lad From one of Vulcan''s forge- boys?
9584	Is the Unseen with sight at odds?
9584	Is there, then, no death for a word once spoken?
9584	Knight who on the birchen tree Carved his savage heraldry?
9584	Must I rate man less Than dog or ass, in holy selfishness?
9584	Nature''s pity more than God''s?
9584	Priest o''the pine- wood temples dim, Prophet, sage, or wizard grim?
9584	Stateliest forest patriarch, Grand in robes of skin and bark, What sepulchral mysteries, What weird funeral- rites, were his?
9584	The Traveller mused:"Your Manisees Is fairy- land: off Narragansett shore Who ever saw the isle or heard its name before?
9584	The white flash of a sea- bird''s wing, Or gleam of slanting sail?
9584	Too quiet seemed the man to ride The winged Hippogriff Reform; Was his a voice from side to side To pierce the tumult of the storm?
9584	Was never a deed but left its token Written on tables never broken?
9584	What flecks the outer gray beyond The sundown''s golden trail?
9584	What makes thee in the haunts of home A wonder and a sign?
9584	What saith the herald of the Lord?
9584	What sharp wail, what drear lament, Back scared wolf and eagle sent?
9584	What strange shore or chartless sea Holds the awful mystery?
9584	What weary doom of baffled quest, Thou sad sea- ghost, is thine?
9584	What wilt thou give for thy church so fair?"
9584	Where be now these silent hosts?
9584	Where the camping- ground of ghosts?
9584	Where the spectral conscripts led To the white tents of the dead?
9584	Where waves had pity, could ye not spare?
9584	Who that Titan cromlech fills?
9584	Will death change me so That I shall sit among the lazy saints, Turning a deaf ear to the sore complaints Of souls that suffer?
9584	quoth Esbern,"is that your game?
7394	Etiam si,-- Eh b''en?
7394	And what is all the man has done To what the boy may do?
7394	And what shall I sing that can cheat you of smiles, Ye heralds of peace from the Orient isles?
7394	Another string of playday rhymes?
7394	Are the outside winds too rough?
7394	Did his wounds once really smart?
7394	For the rest, they take their chance,-- Some may pay a passing glance; Others,-well, they served a turn,-- Wherefore written, would you learn?
7394	Hark!--''t is the south- wind moans,-- Who are the martyrs down?
7394	Have we a nation to save?
7394	Her twofold Saint''s- day let our England keep; Shall warring aliens share her holy task?"
7394	Here''s the cousin of a king,-- Would I do the civil thing?
7394	His morning glory shall we e''er forget?
7394	His noontide''s full- blown lily coronet?
7394	How can we praise the verse whose music flows With solemn cadence and majestic close, Pure as the dew that filters through the rose?
7394	How shall he travel who can never go Where his own voice the echoes do not know, Where his own garden flowers no longer learn to grow?
7394	How shall we thank him that in evil days He faltered never,--nor for blame, nor praise, Nor hire, nor party, shamed his earlier lays?
7394	How will he feel when he gets marching orders, Signed by his lady love?
7394	I am loath to shirk; But who will listen if I do, My memory makes such shocking work?
7394	If only the Jubilee-- Why did you wait?
7394	Is the world not wide enough?
7394	PROGRAMME READER-- gentle-- if so be Such still live, and live for me, Will it please you to be told What my tenscore pages hold?
7394	Read, but not to praise or blame; Are not all our hearts the same?
7394	See the banquet''s dead bouquet, Fair and fragrant in its day; Do they read the selfsame lines,-- He that fasts and he that dines?
7394	Shall rosy daybreak make us all forget The golden sun that yester- evening set?
7394	Shall they bask in sunny rays?
7394	Shall they feed on sugared praise?
7394	Shall they stick with tangled feet On the critic''s poisoned sheet?
7394	Should I be I, or would it be One tenth another, to nine tenths me?
7394	THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born?
7394	Tell us, ye sovereigns of the new domain, Are you content- or have we toiled in vain?
7394	The long, long years with horrors overcast, Or the sweet promise of the day new- born?
7394	The night of anguish or the joyous morn?
7394	They''ll pile up Freedom''s breastwork, They''LL scoop out rebels''graves; Who then will be their owner And march them off for slaves?
7394	Thou hast united us, who shall divide us?
7394	Throbbed such passion in my heart?
7394	WHERE are you going, soldiers, With banner, gun, and sword?
7394	We''re marching South to Canaan To battle for the Lord What Captain leads your armies Along the rebel coasts?
7394	What change has clothed the ancient sire In sudden youth?
7394	What flag is this you carry Along the sea and shore?
7394	What if the green leaves fall?
7394	What if the storm- clouds blow?
7394	What song is this you''re singing?
7394	What troop is this that follows, All armed with picks and spades?
7394	What were our life, with all its rents and seams, Stripped of its purple robes, our waking dreams?
7394	When Canaan''s hosts are scattered, And all her walls lie flat, What follows next in order?
7394	When the battle is fought and won, What shall be told of you?
7394	When the brown soldiers come back from the borders, How will he look while his features they scan?
7394	Where are they?
7394	Where shall the singing bird a stranger be That finds a nest for him in every tree?
7394	Which is the dream, the present or the past?
7394	Which wears the garland that shall never fade, Sweet with fair memories that can never die?
7394	Who but their Maker is to blame?"
7394	Who-- who that has loved it so long and so well-- The flower of his birthright would barter or sell?
7394	With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land Oh tell us what its name may be,-- Is this the Flower of Liberty?
7394	Would I polish off Japan?
7394	_ Not_ encore?
7394	what foe shall assail thee, Bearing the standard of Liberty''s van?
38880	And I conjure thee, Demon elf, By Him whom Demons fear, To show us whence thou art thyself, And what thine errand here?
38880	Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?
38880	Bless us,cried the Mayor,"what''s that?
38880	But what good came of it at last?
38880	Can''st hear,said one,"the breakers roar?
38880	Hast gold in hand? 38880 His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?"
38880	How?
38880	Nay now, what faith?
38880	Now cheer up, sir Abbot, did you never hear yet That a fool he may learn a wise man wit? 38880 Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?"
38880	Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam, The flower of all his race? 38880 One?
38880	Who planted this old apple tree?
38880	Why sounds yon stroke on beach and oak, Our moonlight circle''s screen? 38880 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
38880	And Judah''s melody once more rejoice The hearts that leaped before its heavenly voice?
38880	And a day less or more At sea or ashore, We die-- does it matter when?
38880	And are ye sure he''s weel?
38880	And are ye sure the news is true?
38880	And murder sullies in Heaven''s sight The sword he draws:-- What can alone ennoble fight?
38880	And when shall Zion''s songs again seem sweet?
38880	And where is the bosom friend clearer than all?
38880	And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
38880	And will I hear him speak?
38880	And will I hear him speak?
38880	And will I see his face again?
38880	Ask the worldly schools, And all will tell thee knaves are busier fools; Prudent?
38880	Bright jewels of the mine?
38880	Chime, ye dappled darlings, Through the sleet and snow, Who can override you?
38880	Did I say, all?
38880	Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
38880	Has earth a clod Its maker meant not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition''s rod To bow the knee?
38880	I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then?
38880	I grant, to man we lend our pains, And aid him to correct the plains; But doth he not divide the care, Through all the labors of the year?
38880	If Colin''s well, and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave; And gin I live to keep him sae, I''m blest aboon the lave: And will I see his face again?
38880	In there came old Alice the nurse, Said,"Who was this that went from thee?"
38880	Industrious?
38880	Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald?
38880	Is it Thy will, O Father, That man shall toil for wrong?
38880	Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a''that?
38880	Is this a time to think o''wark?
38880	Is''t Yon churchyard''s bowers?
38880	Is''t death to fall for Freedom''s right?
38880	Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap?
38880	Never again shall my brothers embrace me?
38880	Now what cometh-- look, look!--without menace, or call?
38880	O God of mercy, when?
38880	O God of mercy, when?
38880	Oh, when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below, Shall fraud and force and iron will Oppress the weak and helpless still?
38880	Or who comes here to chase the deer, Beloved of our Elfin Queen?
38880	Or who may dare on wold to wear The fairies''fatal green?
38880	Or,"Wife, is this your man?"
38880	Our women, oh, say, shall they shriek in despair, Or embrace us from conquest with wreaths in their hair?
38880	Said Lady Clare,"that ye speak so wild?"
38880	Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings divine?
38880	Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?
38880	Shall crime bring crime forever, Strength aiding still the strong?
38880	Shall haughty man my back bestride?
38880	Shall the sharp spur provoke my side?
38880	Shall then our nobler jaws submit To foam and champ the galling bit?
38880	Shall we our servitude retain, Because our sires have borne the chain?
38880	Shalt thou be honest?
38880	Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
38880	Staggering dimly through the fog Come shapes of fear and doubt, But when the first prow strikes the pier, Can not you hear them shout?
38880	That''s hallowed ground-- where, mourned and missed, The lips repose our love has kissed:-- But where''s their memory''s mansion?
38880	The King that sitteth on thy throne In His felicity?
38880	The lovely ladies flocked within, And still would each one say,"Good mercer, be the ships come up?"
38880	The old men they were anxious, They dreaded what they knew; What do you think the women did?
38880	The same fond mother bent at night O''er each fair, sleeping brow; She had each folded flower in sight: Where are those sleepers now?
38880	The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
38880	Then up spake a Scottish maiden, With her ear unto the ground:"Dinna ye hear it?--dinna ye hear it?
38880	There stepped a stranger to the board:"Now, stranger, who be ye?"
38880	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band; Why had they come to wither there Away from their childhood''s land?
38880	They paced the Hoe in doubt and dread;"Where may our mariners be?"
38880	Thou hast united us, who shall divide us?
38880	Thy joys when shall I see?
38880	Thy joys when shall I see?
38880	Thy joys when shall I see?
38880	Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
38880	WHEN WILT THOU SAVE THE PEOPLE?
38880	Was there a man dismayed?
38880	Were we designed for daily toil, To drag the plowshare through the soil, To sweat in harness through the road, To groan beneath the carrier''s load?
38880	What cat''s averse to fish?
38880	What does he but soften Heart alike and pen?
38880	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
38880	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
38880	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
38880	What drives the bold blood from his cheek to his heart?
38880	What hallows ground where heroes sleep?
38880	What pierceth the king like the point of a dart?
38880	What plant we in this apple tree?
38880	What plant we in this apple tree?
38880	What plant we in this apple tree?
38880	What shall the tasks of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears, Of those who live when length of years Is wasting this apple tree?
38880	What sought they thus afar?
38880	What''s hallowed ground?
38880	What''s hallowed ground?
38880	What''s the soft Southwester?
38880	When can their glory fade?
38880	When shall I come to thee?
38880	When shall I come to thee?
38880	When shall my sorrows have an end?
38880	When shall my sorrows have an end?
38880	When wilt Thou save the people?
38880	When wilt Thou save the people?
38880	Where is my cabin door, fast by the wild wood?
38880	Where is the mother that looked on my childhood?
38880	Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
38880	Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
38880	Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride?
38880	Who writes, with the lightning''s bright hand, on the wall?
38880	Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?"
38880	Why weep ye by the tide?
38880	Ye jades, lay by your wheel; Is this the time to spin a thread, When Colin''s at the door?
38880	You threaten us, fellow?
38880	cried the Mayor,"d''ye think I''ll brook Being worse treated than a cook?
38880	did ye weep for its fall?
38880	do ye not behold His ample robes on the winds unrolled?
38880	for"What?"
38880	let us a voyage take; Why sit we here at ease?
38880	long abandoned by pleasure, Why did it dote on a fast- fading treasure?
38880	shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
38880	what can be In happiness compared to thee?
38880	what foe shall assail thee, Bearing the standard of Liberty''s van?
38880	what remedy remains, Since, teach you all I can, I see you, after all my pains, So much resemble man?
38880	why art thou the last Llewellyn''s horn to hear?
38880	wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace-- where no perils can chase me?
458	In Vishnu- land, what avatar?
458	MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? 458 _ Dumb oracles, and priests withdrawn, Was it but flesh they deified?
458	-- But where is the Hamlet to weep o''er the biers Of his brothers?
458	... No man knows.__ What heart hath not, through twilight places, Sought for its dead again To gild with love their pallid faces?
458	Ah, whither vanished, whither gone?
458	And a ghost is the whim of an ailing mind?
458	And are they only wisps of fog That dance along the waves?
458	And did she find him grave, or gay?
458	And into what night have the Orient dieties strayed?
458	And where is the poet solicits our tears For the others?
458	Are the coasts of death so fair, so fair?
458	Are they drunk, or grown weary of worship and fretful, Our Odin and Baldur and Thor?
458	Awake, awake, anemone, Your wintry dreams forget--__ For shame, you tardy marigold, Are you not budded yet?
458	Broadened the bounded spirit''s scope?
458	DREAMERS, drinkers, rebel youth, Where''s the folly free and fine You and I mistook for truth?
458	Do they hunt for sport, do they hunt for hate, do they hunt for the lust of blood?_.
458	Does every- thing not God reveal?
458	Does it flinch from the bitter steel?
458	Dumb is the heart of him now, at the time when his heart should sing-- Wasters of body and brain, what race will the future bring?
458	Flesh of his flesh, and of his soul the soul, Hath she not fought, hath she not climbed?
458	HUNTED_ Oh, why do they hunt so hard, so hard, who have no need of food?
458	Hath she not courage for the years to come?
458	Have they made less one earth- borne pain?
458	Have we lost the trick of wedding Grace to pleasure?
458	Heigho, Brother Fools, now your bubble is broke, Do you ask for a tear?--or is it worth while?
458	Heroic, yes!--but in what cause?
458	How shall one soar with broken wings?
458	How should I know what dawn may gleam beyond the gates of darkness there?-- Which god of all the gods men dream?
458	I have thrilled with her ecstasy, agony, woe-- Hath she a mood that I do not know?
458	III Who climbed beside him, and who fought And suffered and was glad?
458	IN MARS, WHAT AVATAR?
458	IV Had she not courage for the fight?
458	In Mars, what avatar?
458	In Mars, what avatar?
458	Is it not strange enough we breathe?
458	Is the world but a bubble, a bauble, a joke?
458	Is your clan afraid of the naked blade?
458	London stands where the mammoth Caked shag flanks with slime-- And what are our lives that inherit The treasures of all time?
458	MARY, Mistress Mary, How does your garden grow?
458	Mary, Mistress Mary, How does your garden grow?
458	Must we clown it at the bidding Of some tawdry, common measure?
458	Nor gods that beg belief on earth with portents that some seer foretells-- Is life itself not wonder- worth that we must cry for miracles?
458	Now who may tell what stirs, controls, And shapes mad fancies into facts?
458	Oh, does the blank past hide from view forgotten Christs, to be reborn, The future tremble where some new Messiah- Memnon sings the morn?
458	Only shapes of mist the wind Drives along the waves?
458	Or are they spirits that the sea Has cheated of their graves?
458	Or died to make the dull world hope?
458	Or must we ever weave and wreathe some creed that shall his face conceal?
458	Praise... praise... was ever man so filled, So avid still, of praise?
458	Put blood of roses in his veins, Weave yellow sunshines for his hair?
458	SHADOWS HAUNTED( THE GHOST SPEAKS) A GHOST is the freak of a sick man''s brain?
458	Say, what Apollos drive to- day adown the flaming slopes of dawn?
458	So hungry for the crowd''s acclaim, The sycophantic phrase?
458	THE EXPLORERS AND some still cry:_"What is the use?
458	That''s the sob and drip of a leaky drain?
458	The dead they are dead, they are out of the way?
458	The service rendered?
458	Then why did ye whiten with fear to- day When ye heard a voice in the calling wind?
458	Then why do ye start and shiver so?
458	This is another day-- are its eyes blurred With maudlin grief for any wasted past?
458	Thy gods brought love?
458	Unchallenged, shall we always stand, Secure, apart, aloof?
458	Was it friend turned foe?
458	Was it love turned hate?
458	What Aphrodites from the seas That lap the plunging Pleiades Arise to spread afar The dream that was the soul of Greece?
458	What Christs, what avatars, Claim Mars?
458	What Holy Grail lures errants pale Through the wastes of yonder star?
458	What are thy gods?
458	What avatars in Mars?
458	What coward looks forward and foresees defeat?
458	What fables sway the Milky Way?
458	What is the thought that holds her thrall, That dims her sight with unshed tears?
458	What of the brawn that should heave the guns on the beck of the drum?
458	What of the nation''s nerve whenas swift crises come?
458	What planet- crowned Dusk that wanders the steeps of our firmament there Hath gems that may match with the dew- opals meshed in thine opulent hair?
458	What songs of sorrow droop and fall In broken music for her ears?
458	What the gain?
458	What trivial things may quicken souls To irrevocable, swift acts?
458	What voices thrill her and recall The poignant joy of happier years?
458	What wind- witch that skims the curled billows with feet they are fain to caress Hath sandals so wing''d as thine art with a god- like carelessness?
458	When morning skims with crimson wings Across the meres of Mercury, What dreaming Memnon wakes and sings Of miracles on Mercury?
458	Where, where the faiths of yesterday?
458	Which hundred moons are wan with love For dull Endymions?
458	Which hundred moons hang tranced above Audacious Ajalons?
458	Which shall have ultimate dominion, Dream, or dust?
458	Why did ye falter and look behind At the creeping mists when the hour grew late?
458	Why should I whip myself to care?
458	_ But Truth_( you say)_ makes tyrants quail-- Beats down embattled Wrong?_ If truth be armed!
458	_ What are these things we call our"selves"?
1040	And what now in his holy name have you to do with mountains? 1040 But why forget the fortune of the worm,"I said,"if in the dryness you deplore Salvation centred and endured?
1040	Do you believe in God?
1040	Do you conceive, with all your smooth contempt of every feeling, Of hiding what you know and what you must have known before? 1040 Do you fancy me the one man who has waited and said nothing While a wife has dragged an old infatuation from a tomb?
1040	Do you mean-- Do you mean to make me try to think that you know less than I do?
1040	Has your tame cat sold a picture? 1040 Have I told you, then, for nothing, that I met him?
1040	Have they found Him? 1040 If I do n''t?"
1040	If at last you have a notion that I mean what I am saying, Do I seem to tell you nothing when I tell you I shall try? 1040 Is there one For saying nothing in return for nothing?
1040	Jealous-- of Her? 1040 One might say that and then be shot,"I told him; and he said:"Why not?"
1040	Salvation? 1040 Where did He go?"
1040	Where is He, Mary?
1040	Who made Him come, That He should weep for me? 1040 Why?
1040	Will you tell me what intrinsic and amazing sort of nonsense You are crowding on the patience of the man who gives you-- this? 1040 You met him?
1040	( Acts 28:15) Herodion, Apelles, Amplias, And Andronicus?
1040	-- or more likely had a windfall?
1040	?"
1040	Am I incorrigible?
1040	An Evangelist''s Wife"Why am I not myself these many days, You ask?
1040	And are they to praise their father for his insight if we die?
1040	And have you no more For Mary now than you had then for Martha?
1040	And have you nothing more to ask?
1040	And if He show me there be Peace On Earth, as there be fields and trees Outside a jail- yard, am I wrong If now I sing Him a new song?
1040	And if at last I lied my starving soul away to nothing, Are you sure you might not miss it?
1040	And if so, why so?
1040	And is it you now that are gazing As if in doubt of me?
1040	And we shall need no mirrors?
1040	And what had Martha meant?
1040	And what is this?
1040	And what of Nimmo?
1040	And why should you, With even our love, go the same dark road over?"
1040	And why were dead years hungrily telling her Lies of the dead, who told them again to her?
1040	Are you afraid?
1040	Are you laughing?
1040	Are you sure That if I starve another year for you I shall be stronger To endure another like it-- and another-- till I''m dead?"
1040	Are you trying To be merry while you try to make me hate you?"
1040	Are you, at four and twenty, So little deceived in us that you interpret The humor of a woman to be noticed As her choice between you and Acheron?
1040	BURR But why forget them?
1040	BURR So?
1040	BURR Then you concede his Majesty?
1040	BURR What in the name of Ahab, Hamilton, Have you, in the last region of your dreaming, To do with"people"?
1040	Because her cheeks are pink, And she has eyes?
1040	But who is this?
1040	But why shroud yourself Before the coffin comes?
1040	Did you meet the ghost of someone you had poisoned, Long ago, before I knew you for the woman that you are?
1040	Do I see Martha-- Down by the door?
1040	Do you begin to see him in the air, With all the vacant horrors of his outline For you to fill with more than it will hold?
1040	Do you begin to see?"
1040	Do you hear me?
1040	Do you hear the children singing?
1040	Do you hear the children?"
1040	Do you hear them overhead-- the children-- singing?
1040	Do you hear them overhead-- the children-- singing?
1040	Do you hear them?
1040	Do you hear them?
1040	Do you hear them?
1040	Do you know that?
1040	Do you mean To patronize him till his name becomes A toy made out of letters?
1040	Do you not hear it said for your salvation, When I say truth?
1040	Do you see me on your threshold all my life, and there alone?
1040	Does not the good Book tell you anything?
1040	Figures away, Do you begin to see this man a little?
1040	Fortune?
1040	Frozen hearts and falling music?
1040	HAMILTON When does this philological excursion Into new lands and languages begin?
1040	Has He commanded that His name Be written everywhere the same?
1040	Has your caution all at once, And over night, grown till it wrecks the cradle?
1040	Have all who live in every place Identified His hidden face?
1040	Have you a bee- hive in your head?
1040	Have you a sword For some new Damocles?
1040	Have you come with eyes afire to find me now and ask me that?
1040	How can he see That has no eyes to see?
1040	How do you know all that, and who has told you?
1040	How do you know?
1040	How long Are you to diagnose the doubtful case Of Demos-- and what for?
1040	How should I know, More then than any, that the food I had-- What else it may have been-- was not for me?
1040	How then do I Persist in living?
1040	How, then, are we to lose it?
1040	I do not hear your praise To God for giving you me to share your task?
1040	I do you wrong?
1040	I might live on Alone, and for another forty years, Or not quite forty,-- are you happier now?
1040	I, who have been so strong-- Why do n''t you laugh?
1040	I, who have learned so much, and said so much, And had the commendations of the great For one who rules herself-- why do n''t you cry?
1040	If a dollar''s worth of gold will hoop the walls of hell together, Why need heaven be such a ruin of a place that never was?
1040	If that be so, what is there worse than that-- Or better-- if that be so?
1040	If we and France, as you anticipate, Must eat each other, what Caesar, if not yourself, Do you see for the master of the feast?
1040	Incorrigible?
1040	Is Nothing, Lazarus, all you have for me?
1040	Is it worth a woman''s torture to stand here and have you smiling, With only your poor fetish of possession on your side?
1040	Is it you I see-- At last?
1040	Is that The price tonight of a new hat?
1040	Is that what you and Martha mean by Nothing?
1040	Is that what you are fearing?
1040	Is that what you ask?
1040	Is there anything in all your pedigrees and inventories With a value more elusive than a dollar''s?
1040	Is this the road I take?
1040	Jealous of God?
1040	Jealous of-- What?
1040	London Bridge"Do I hear them?
1040	Make believe?
1040	May the blind lead the blind, if that be so?
1040	Must I go so far?
1040	No?
1040	Not a mask?
1040	Now do you see?
1040	Or did He go away because He wished Never to look into my eyes again?
1040	Or for God''s sake, what''s broke loose?
1040	Remember him?
1040	That''s good, And what of yours?
1040	There is no other way that could be worse?
1040	Was I not saying That I should come to Rome?
1040	Was Nothing all you found where you have been?
1040	Was he man, or was he demon?
1040	Was it for you?
1040	Was it you, Mary?"
1040	Was it-- you?
1040	Well?
1040	What do I see down there?
1040	What had the Master seen before He came, That He had come so late?
1040	What have THEY done?
1040	What then?
1040	What was coming To Lazarus, and to them, that had not come?
1040	What was that?
1040	When you see me standing helpless on a plank above a whirlpool, Do I drown, or do I hear you when you say it?
1040	Where are the friends I saw?
1040	Where is He now?
1040	Where is He now?
1040	Where is He, Mary?"
1040	Where''s the use Of asking when this man says everything, With all his tongues of silence?
1040	Where, then, was there a place for him That on this other side of death Saw nothing good, as he had seen No good come out of Nazareth?
1040	Who knows but He may like as well My story as one you may tell?
1040	Who told you that?
1040	Why did He do it, Mary?
1040	Why did He wait So long before He came?
1040	Why did He weep?
1040	Why do I dip For lies, when there is nothing in my well But shining truth, you say?
1040	Why do you sit there on the floor so long, Smiling at me while I try to be solemn?
1040	Why do you smile?
1040	Why do you still believe in me?
1040	Why had he asked if it was all for her That he was here?
1040	Why had the Master waited?
1040	Why not his Majesty, and done with it?
1040	Why should He care whether I came or stayed, If that were so?
1040	Why should a man be given To live beyond the Law?
1040	Why should the Master weep-- For me, or for the world,-- or save Himself Longer for nothing?
1040	Why should you be afraid?
1040	Why, then, should horrors Be as they were, without end, her playthings?
1040	Will you not say To me that you are glad?
1040	Will you tell me where you see me in your fancy-- when it leads you Far enough beyond the moment for a glance at the abyss?"
1040	Wo n''t you listen?
1040	Would the worm say that?
1040	Would you fall So far as he, to be so far remembered?
1040	Yes, I hear the children singing-- and what of it?
1040	You know all that?
1040	You know so dismal much As that about me?
1040	You know that if I read, and read alone, Too many books that no men yet have written, I may go blind, or worse?
1040	You know the luxury there is in haunting The blasted thoroughfares of disillusion-- If that''s your name for them-- with only ghosts For company?
1040	You know yourself, Of all insistent and insidious creatures, To be the one to save me, and to guard For me their flaming language?
1040	You say to me my truth is past all drowning, And safe with you for ever?
1040	Your God, or mine?
1040	` Do I believe in God?''
1040	said I;"And is there to be Peace on Earth?"
10596	But would you mind,he still went on,"Now would you really care,"he said,"If I should kiss you?"
10596	Come little maid, why this despair? 10596 Had offers?"
10596	How came they written?
10596	She''s thirty- five or so?
10596	That I? 10596 They''re more offensive than my buzz- saw hat?"
10596	~What awful debts are these, my son?
10596	''tis true I''m heartless; yes, They''re right, but only right in part; The reason, dear, is-- can''t you guess?
10596	***** This tale is incomplete, I know, But where else could the traveller go?
10596	Am I present?
10596	Am I?
10596	And I can fiddle and Joan can sing, And what were better than this?
10596	And does there not seem cause to weep, When I should like so much to sleep, I have to sing this mournful lay, I can not get to bed till day?
10596	And hath she done this thing to thee?
10596	And in the midst of all of these A demon seemed to dance, Who asked him with a fiendish grin,"I say,''Do you wear pants?''"
10596	And oh,_ will_ you publish it soon?"
10596	And such an opportunity displayed, If not to seize?
10596	And what was that college man''s name?
10596	And which Senior was she?
10596	And why was ever hung the mystic wreath-- Why should it grow?
10596	And why were laughing eyes and lashes made, If not to tease?
10596	Are you as heartless as they say?
10596	But just as we were starting out, Said she,"For just us two"( A smile played round her mouth)"I think It much too dark, do n''t you?"
10596	But what''s the odds?
10596	Can all the Graces in thee dwell?
10596	Could Pegasus have better spur?
10596	Did I believe when she insisted that She did n''t know?
10596	Didst ever break señora''s sleep By music''neath her window- case?
10596	Do I flatter?
10596	Do n''t you?
10596	Do you like my clothes?
10596	Do you think this shadow dreams Of some shadows on the wall Fifty years ago,--that''s all?
10596	Do you think you can trap me?
10596	Does it seem too much for a blush to pay If I confess I lost my heart?
10596	For better music was your piping meant; Will you confess such earth- restricted wings?
10596	Has his weary spirit passed From all care?
10596	Has poor uncle breathed his last?
10596	He is going to the Greens; No, he''s going to the Dean''s, Is he not?
10596	Hoo her hair, Ower- muckle fer the pins, Blaws aboot her everywhere?
10596	How can I be true To the red or the blue, When Will is at Harvard, and Tom is at Yale?
10596	How can my pen the woes relate That on these happy moments wait?
10596	How shall you know her?
10596	How should he read her face aright?
10596	How would you like a busy throng, A battle, Elizabeth''s retinue?
10596	I have?
10596	I wonder, if in sending, If you choose your slave by chance, What that twinkle was portending In your glance?
10596	I''m really looking well?
10596	If eyes that smile till the day''s completeness Droop a little at evening''s close, And tears cloud over their tender sweetness-- Who knows?
10596	If lips that laugh while the sun be shining, Curved as fair as the leaf of a rose, Quiver with grief at day''s declining-- Who knows?
10596	If the heart that seems to know no aching While the fair, gold sunlight gleams and glows, Under the stars be bitterly breaking-- Who knows?
10596	Is it here?
10596	Is it here?
10596	Is it the sun that shines on earth, Or moonbeams that I see?
10596	Is it there?
10596	Is it there?
10596	Is''t not aright I dream of Flo?
10596	It seems to me, had I been there, I would have kissed her-- now would n''t you?
10596	It seems to me, had I been there, I''d clasped it tight-- now would n''t you?
10596	It seems to me, had I been there, I''d vowed my love-- now would n''t you?
10596	It''s Dolly here and Dolly there, Where can the maiden be?
10596	Ken ye no the way she rins?
10596	Love?
10596	May I, dare I, ask the question Which my heart has asked before?
10596	Must have seemed quite a crowd, you say, With three in the sleigh?
10596	No?
10596	Now let him miss the German quiz, and fail to pass astronomy, To football lore what''s physics or political economy?
10596	Now which is worse, To cut and shave, or shave and cut?
10596	Now,_ what_ have I said that is funny?
10596	Oh, can it be?
10596	Old love, or new love-- which was the best?
10596	Or does she sigh because a bride They once adorned; now cast aside, Left in the garret there to hide, The dust defying?
10596	Or shall coy glances, passion- rich, Compel my fond allegiance?
10596	Pray, how can a bachelor be at his ease With such artful devices at afternoon teas?
10596	Quickly pass the hours, Glides the bark canoe; Heard the rushes something?
10596	Return you my affection?
10596	Shall Ethel fair, My winter girl, with golden hair, Or Maud, whose dark brown eyes bewitch,-- My summer girl,--now govern?
10596	Shall I grieve, if for a prize, Strive my best-- I fail to win it?
10596	Shall Love teach Browning in his school?
10596	Shall cold Bostonianism rule?
10596	She only a woman-- you know the rest?
10596	She raised her cup, and I raised also mine; She gave a look, as if"Now are you ready?"
10596	She was so sweet, so passing fair, With such a smile, with such an air-- What could I do?
10596	So how can a bachelor be at his ease With such variant emotions at afternoon teas?
10596	Such flames of song that flashed and fled?
10596	Sweetly sound two voices, Shadows hide the view; Heard the rushes something?
10596	Tell me, when I bear the treasure, Would you very angry be Should I keep a trifling measure That was hardly meant for me?
10596	The balls, the theatres, the row, Who would not find amusement so?
10596	Then I falter,"Can you love me, Darling?"
10596	They''ve no cane- rushes nor football frays; Whence can their wealth of wisdom flow?
10596	Three years have I kept you In care without measure, And now must I tell you good- by?
10596	Upon a day one said, with kind intent:"Why sing forever of these trivial things?
10596	Was Caballero''s passion deep E''er sung to thy rich- chorded bass?
10596	Was she gracious or refusing?
10596	Was the song a ballad of a lady fair, Saved from deadly peril by a bold corsair, Or a song of battle and a flying foe?
10596	What are all my struggles worth, Since I''ve lost my key?
10596	What can you say If I confess I lost my heart?
10596	What cometh, who can tell, When morning breaks?
10596	What do you mean?
10596	What does she care for your despair, Striving peace from your life to hurl?
10596	What dream- wrought castles, as night''s clouds dispel, Shall raise their sun- kissed towers upon the lea?
10596	What friends shall clasp my hand in fond farewell?
10596	What if I answered in whispers low, Begged that she would not say me nay, Asked if my love she did not know, What if I did?
10596	What if I drove extremely slow, Was there not cause enough to stay?
10596	What if I kissed her?
10596	What makes those big tears standing there?"
10596	What save these can set the lyre- strings ringing: Love and death?
10596	What ships shall rise from out the misty sea?
10596	What things else in maiden spirit springing?
10596	What thoughts else in God, the world forthbringing?
10596	What words else in all the preacher saith?
10596	When the light of day comes o''er me, What have I but flunks before me?
10596	Where''s Belinda?
10596	Where''s Dorothy?"
10596	Which rose were you part of?
10596	Which?
10596	Which?
10596	Who blames me, pray?
10596	Who can my sound good sense gainsay If I confess I lost my heart?
10596	Who helps across de street de gals, But furriners?
10596	Who in de caucus has der say, Who does de votin''''lection day, And who discovered U.S.A., But furriners?
10596	Who is the bride I lead to church?
10596	Why do n''t you like the sleeves?
10596	Why longer wait their sweets to share?
10596	Why, who but Dorothy?
10596	Will ye stand aside, sir?
10596	With footsteps flying?
10596	Wonder if you''d like to see Her I loved in fifty- three?
10596	Would you change this for Surrey?
10596	Ye''ll no fret ye mair the noo, Wull ye, sea?
10596	Ye''ll no stop yer clatt''rin''din?
10596	Yes?
10596	You say she ca n''t love if she laughs all the time?
10596	_ Brunonian._~Which?~ Blonde or brunette?
10596	_ Four- Leaved Clover._~Philosophy.~ Shall I grieve because a maid Swore to love me-- failed to do it?
10596	_ I''m glad they did n''t have it in New York, Are n''t you?
10596	_ University of California Magazine._"_ Whence all these verses?"
10596	_ Wellesley Magazine._~As Toll.~ Lovely Mabel, were you dreaming?
10596	_ Wesleyan Literary Monthly._~Love and Death.~_ Love and death_ is all of poets''singing, What sounds else can stir the heavenly breath?
10596	_ Will Congress try To introduce new silver laws?_ Do n''t laugh!
10596	_ Williams Literary Monthly._~Lizy Ann.~"My darter?"
10596	_ You''ve seen the Fair, Of course?_ They''re listening, Jack.
10596	away are gone,-- Her Lenten part,-- Does Cupid blunt his darts upon A stony heart?
10596	can we, Now death shows him the certainty, Now he has won his peace thro''pain, Wish him back to the doubt again?
10596	have you looked o''erhead From lawns where lazy hammocks swing And seen such bird- throats lent a wing?
10596	now she''s flown,_ couleur de rose_, With, one might hint( but who would dare?)
10596	would it dare tell of_ that_?
10596	you do n''t think that will do?
10596	~"When?
10596	~A Ballade of College Girls.~ What do the dear girls learn nowadays, At all the colleges where they go?
10596	~A Reward of Merit.~ The father asked:"How have you done In mastering ancient lore?"
10596	~A Thief''s Apology.~ I stole a kiss!--What could I do?
10596	~And the Hammock Swung On.~"A is the maid of winning charm; B is the snug, encircling arm; How many times is A in B?"
10596	~Comfort.~ With pipe and book, an old armchair, A glowing hearth, what need I care For empty honors, wealth or fame?
10596	~Jacqueminot.~ Are you filled with wonder, Jacqueminot, Do you think me mad that I kiss you so?
10596	~Logic.~ Say, does Fact or Reason err, And, if they both err, which the more?
10596	~The Conversion.~ She told him surely''twas not right To smoke a pipe from morn to night"Indeed,"cried he,"what would you, dear?
10596	~The Critic.~"Are_ you_ a LAMPOON man?
10596	~The Echo from the 17th.~ Who builds de railroads and canals, But furriners?
10596	~To an Imaginary One.~ Say, darling, do you love me true?
10596	~Vindication.~ Pray, why do maidens ever stand beneath The mistletoe?
10596	~What the Wild Waves Said.~ Do you hear the ocean moaning, Ever moaning sad and low?
10596	~When Morning Breaks.~ When morning breaks, what fortune waits for me?
10596	~Who Knows?~ If when the day has been sped with laughter, Mirth and song as the light wind blows, A sob and a sigh come quickly after-- Who knows?
9582	And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend?
9582	Why, murmuring, mourn that he, whose power Was lent to Party over- long, Heard the still whisper at the hour He set his foot on Party wrong? 9582 Wouldst know him now?
9582	And feel, when with thee, that thy footsteps trod An everlasting road?
9582	And who could blame the generous weakness Which, only to thyself unjust, So overprized the worth of others, And dwarfed thy own with self- distrust?
9582	And who his manly locks would shave, And quench the eyes of common sense, To share the noisy recompense That mocked the shorn and blinded slave?
9582	As Galahad pure, as Merlin sage, What worthier knight was found To grace in Arthur''s golden age The fabled Table Round?
9582	But who his human heart has laid To Nature''s bosom nearer?
9582	Could I a singing- bird forbid?
9582	Deny the wind- stirred leaf?
9582	Did we not witness in the life of thee Immortal prophecy?
9582	Does he not know our feet are treading The earth hard down on Slavery''s grave?
9582	Fore- doomed to song she seemed to me I queried not with destiny I knew the trial and the need, Yet, all the more, I said, God speed?
9582	Had we not Our own, to question and asperse The worth we doubted or forgot Until beside his hearse?
9582	His laurels fresh from song and lay, Romance, art, science, rich in all, And young of heart, how dare we say We keep his seventieth festival?
9582	His state- craft was the Golden Rule, His right of vote a sacred trust; Clear, over threat and ridicule, All heard his challenge:"Is it just?"
9582	How is it with him?
9582	If, in the thronged and noisy mart, The Muses found their son, Could any say his tuneful art A duty left undone?
9582	Now that thou hast gone away, What is left of one to say Who was open as the day?
9582	O State so passing rich before, Who now shall doubt thy highest claim?
9582	Over what pleasant fields of Heaven Dawns the sweet sunrise of his smile?
9582	Proud was he?
9582	Rebuke The music of the forest brook?
9582	Said I not well that Bayards And Sidneys still are here?"
9582	Should not the o''erworn thresher pause, And hold to light his golden grain?
9582	Still on the lips of all we question The finger of God''s silence lies; Will the lost hands in ours be folded?
9582	Strong- minded is she?
9582	That, in our crowning exultations, We miss the charm his presence gave?
9582	Thy latest care for man,--thy last Of earthly thought a prayer,-- Oh, who thy mantle, backward cast, Is worthy now to wear?
9582	To ring him in and out again, Who wants the public crier''s bell?
9582	To see the angel in one''s way, Who wants to play the ass''s part,-- Bear on his back the wizard Art, And in his service speak or bray?
9582	Was any wronged By that assured self- estimate?
9582	Was he not just?
9582	What cheer hath he?
9582	What could I other than I did?
9582	What hear the ears that death has sealed?
9582	What if he felt the natural pride Of power in noble use, too true With thin humilities to hide The work he did, the lore he knew?
9582	What is there to gloss or shun?
9582	What to shut eyes has God revealed?
9582	What undreamed beauty passing show Requites the loss of all we know?
9582	What wouldst thou have me see for thee?"
9582	Where lingers he this weary while?
9582	Who envies him who feeds on air The icy splendor of his seat?
9582	Who in a house of glass would dwell, With curious eyes at every pane?
9582	Who sweetened toil like him, or paid To love a tribute dearer?
9582	Why dream of lands of gold and pearl, Of loving knight and lady, When farmer boy and barefoot girl Were wandering there already?
9582	Why mount the pillory of a book, Or barter comfort for a name?
9582	Why on this spring air comes no whisper From him to tell us all is well?
9582	Why to our flower- time comes no token Of lily and of asphodel?
9582	Will the shut eyelids ever rise?
9582	who would not rather hear The songs to Love and Friendship sung Than those which move the stranger''s tongue, And feed his unselected ear?
1246	''Well, am I late?''
1246	''What are you thinking of?''.
1246	--''But what when I am dead?''
1246	A lock of hair?
1246	Along what sunlit walls, what peopled street?
1246	An eyelash from his eye?
1246	And after that, when would she dare again?
1246	And if he did n''t, but asked her''What''s the matter?''
1246	And if they asked her why, what would she say?
1246	And then-- what poison would she dare to ask for?
1246	And this soft mouth that darkly meets my mouth, Is this the soft mouth I knew?
1246	And what of yesterday?
1246	And what would he do-- even suppose she told him?
1246	Are you still doubtful of me-- hesitant still, Fearful, perhaps, that I may yet remember What you would gladly, if you could, forget?
1246	Are you the man I knew, or have you altered?
1246	Because he would not need it?
1246	Beloved, beloved, What was the word you said?
1246	Beloved, whose voice was this that cried?
1246	But is the world so dark?
1246	But this is not: for why should we be seeking, Why should we bring this need to seek for beauty, To lift our minds, if there were only dust?
1246	But was it just by accident, I wonder, She played this tune?--Or what, then, was intended?
1246	But why comes death,--he asks,--in a world so perfect?
1246	CONVERSATION: UNDERTONES What shall we talk of?
1246	Did she, then, make the choice, and step out bravely From sound to silence-- close, herself, those windows?
1246	Did someone draw them here before we came?
1246	Did you bear a name?
1246	Did you once love me?
1246	Did you once stand before me without shame?
1246	Does no one know her?
1246	For all the days hereafter What have we saved-- what news, what tune, what play?
1246	For household news-- what have you heard, I wonder?
1246	Have I not seen you, have we not met before Here on this sun- and- sea- wrecked shore?
1246	Have these things meaning?
1246	Have we not heard that cry before?
1246	Have we seen all, I wonder, in these chambers-- Or is there yet some gorgeous vault, arched low, Where sleeps an amazing beauty we do not know?
1246	He eyes me sidelong Wondering''Is he such a fool as this?
1246	Hokusai?
1246	How can we face these dazzling things, I ask you?
1246	How could I find it in my heart to hurt you, You, whom this love could hurt much more than I?
1246	How could she say it?
1246	How do you know the medium did n''t fool you?
1246	How many others like ourselves, this instant, Mark the pendulum swinging against the wall?
1246	How many others, laughing, sip their coffee-- Or stare at mirrors, and do not talk at all?
1246	How many others, like ourselves, this instant, See how the great world wizens, and are wise?
1246	How shall I ever again be whole, By what dark waters shall I be healed?''
1246	How shall I ever escape this mesh Or be from my lover''s body removed?''
1246	How shall we live to- night, where shall we turn?
1246	How shall we live tonight?
1246	How should I know-- how should I now remember-- What half- dreamed great wings curved and sang above me?
1246	How would it end?
1246	I. CLAIRVOYANT''This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-- or something He knew, was fond of?
1246	If this were all-- what were the use, you ask?
1246	Is he well and happy?
1246	Is it failure To spend your blood like this?
1246	Is this you?
1246	Is this you?
1246	Li Po?
1246	Lured out to what?
1246	Must one return to the lifeless walls of a city Whose soul is charred by fire?
1246	Old age-- far off-- her death-- what do they matter?
1246	Or is it rather Our own brute minds,--in which we hurry, trembling, Through streets as yet unlighted?
1246	Or is that last so trivial?
1246	Or only mocking?''
1246	Or the far tolling of that tower?
1246	Or was it true, instead, That darkness moved,--for once,--and so possessed her?
1246	Or was this in her mind?
1246	Or why the minute''s grey in the golden hour?
1246	Or would he not?
1246	Or would you see more clearly If I should say''My second wife grows tedious, Or, like gay tulip, keeps no perfumed secret''?
1246	Or''one day dies eventless as another, Leaving the seeker still unsatisfied, And more convinced life yields no satisfaction''?
1246	Prelude to what gigantic music, or subtle?
1246	So says the tune to him-- but what to me?
1246	So says the tune to you-- but what to me?
1246	Staring with wide eyes at the sky?
1246	THE SCREEN MAIDEN You read-- what is it, then that you are reading?
1246	The bough he broke-- Was it the snapping bough that spoke?
1246	The eyes, half- turned aside?
1246	The jade ring on her wrist, still almost swinging?
1246	The one who always danced in golden slippers-- And had I danced with her,--upon this music?
1246	The poet-- what was his name--?
1246	Then she could see how, suddenly, he would sober, His eyes would darken, he''d look so terrifying-- He always did-- and what could she do but cry?
1246	These brains of ours-- these delicate spinal clusters-- Have limits: why not learn them, learn their cravings?
1246	Through what dark forest came her feet?
1246	To what new light or darkness yearn?
1246	To what new light or darkness yearn?
1246	To- morrow-- what?
1246	V. THE BITTER LOVE- SONG No, I shall not say why it is that I love you-- Why do you ask me, save for vanity?
1246	Was forty, then, too old for work like this?
1246	Was it all a dream?
1246	Was it all a dream?
1246	Was it symbolic of the woman''s weakness That she could neither break it-- nor conclude?
1246	Was it the blue- eyed lady?
1246	Was it the quiet mouth, restrained a little?
1246	Was it you who sang them?
1246	Was it you?
1246	Was no one with her when she fell?
1246	Was there a stillness in this hair,-- A quiet in these hands?
1246	What are the worlds I see?
1246	What darkness does it spring from, seek to end?
1246	What did he have-- blue eyes and golden hair?
1246	What did he tell you?
1246	What did they mean?
1246	What did we build it for?
1246	What did we build it for?
1246	What do the strange words mean?
1246	What do you know of me, or I of you?
1246	What do you tell me?
1246	What do you whisper, brother?
1246	What does it mean?
1246	What eyes with the dread night in them?
1246	What flute shrills out as moonlight strikes the floor?
1246	What have we done?
1246	What have you got in an envelope, old lady?
1246	What hint of beauty?
1246	What music moves so silently in your mind?
1246	What secret dusty chamber was it hinting?
1246	What shapes fantastic, terrible dreams?
1246	What sinister threat of power?
1246	What sudden drums keep time To the ecstatic rhythm of my crime?
1246	What to the waiter, as he pours your coffee, The violinist who suavely draws his bow?
1246	What violin so faintly cries Seeing how strangely in the moon he lies?
1246	What was her name?
1246	What was this dream we had, a dream of music, Music that rose from the opening earth like magic And shook its beauty upon us and died away?
1246	What wings like swords?
1246	What would he say?
1246	What''s death-- what''s death?
1246	What''s new?
1246	What''s old?
1246	What, then''s, the secret of this ultimate chamber-- Or innermost, rather?
1246	Where are the breasts, the scarlet wings?
1246	Where are you going?
1246	Where are you?
1246	Where had she walked that morning?
1246	Where have I heard these words?
1246	Where have we been?
1246	Where have you been, old lady?
1246	Where have you been, old lady?
1246	Where is it that you lead us?
1246	Where is she now?
1246	Where shall we turn?
1246	Where was his youth?
1246	Where was the dream that burned his brain like fire?
1246	Where was the woman he loved?
1246	Where, then, had I heard it?
1246	Which of the two minds, yours or mine, is sound?
1246	Who are all these, who flow in the veins of the city, Coil and revolve and dream, Vanish or gleam?
1246	Who are these pilgrims, who are these, These three, the one of whom stands upright, While one lies weeping and one of them crawls?
1246	Who is there?
1246	Who makes the more assumption?
1246	Who plays for me?
1246	Who put them there, we wonder?
1246	Whose body have I found beside dark waters, The cold white body, garlanded with sea- weed?
1246	Why did his darkened lover rise from the garden?
1246	Why did they come to mind?
1246	Why do you hide your face?
1246	Why had you gone?
1246	Why is this hint repeated?
1246	Why should it be?
1246	Why, then, was it forgotten?
1246	Without conceiving mind?
1246	Would he return to- morrow?
1246	You do n''t think you will find him when you''re dead?
1246	You would not have me say what you know better?
1246	but what''s the hurry?
1246	but who would dare describe them?
1246	in the dark?
1246	or is it pink, to- day?''
1246	such things?
1246	was it I?
1246	well, what?
1246	whence rises this?
1246	where have you been?
1246	with jonquils in them?''
7393	About those conditions?
7393	Why strikest not? 7393 ( Born in a house with a gambrel- roof,-- Standing still, if you must have proof.--Gambrel?--Gambrel?"
7393	(?)
7393	(?)
7393	Ah, wilt thou yet return, Bearing thy rose- hued torch, and bid thine altar burn?
7393	All these have left their work and not their names,-- Why should I murmur at a fate like theirs?
7393	An idol?
7393	And was he noted in his day?
7393	And what shall I say, if a wretch should propose?
7393	Are we less earthly than the chosen race?
7393	Art thou, too, dreaming of a mortal''s kiss Amid the seraphs of the heavenly sphere?
7393	At twoscore, threescore, is he then full grown?
7393	Breathes there such a being, O Ceruleo- Nasal?
7393	Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren-- where were they?
7393	Cuprum,(?)
7393	Had the world nothing she might live to care for?
7393	Has it not A claim for some remembrance in the book That fills its pages with the idle words Spoken of men?
7393	Have I not loved thee long, Though my young lips have often done thee wrong, And vexed thy heaven- tuned ear with careless song?
7393	His home!--the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it; This little speck the British Isles?
7393	Hope you do.-- Born there?
7393	I from my clinging babe was rudely torn; His tender lips a loveless bosom pressed; Can I forget him in my life new born?
7393	IDOLS BUT what is this?
7393	If any, born of kindlier blood, Should ask, What maiden lies below?
7393	If the men were so wicked, I''ll ask my papa How he dared to propose to my darling mamma; Was he like the rest of them?
7393	If what my Rabbi tells me is the truth Why did the choir of angels sing for joy?
7393	Is it the God that walked in Eden''s grove In the cool hour to seek our guilty sire?
7393	Know old Cambridge?
7393	Lives there one De Sauty extant now among you, Whispering Boanerges, son of silent thunder, Holding talk with nations?
7393	Lo, the pictured token Why should her fleeting day- dreams fade unspoken, Like daffodils that die with sheaths unbroken?
7393	No second self to say her evening prayer for?
7393	Or a living product of galvanic action, Like the acarus bred in Crosse''s flint- solution?
7393	Or is he a_ mythus_,--ancient word for"humbug"-- Such as Livy told about the wolf that wet- nursed Romulus and Remus?
7393	PROLOGUE A PROLOGUE?
7393	Questioning all things: Why her Lord had sent her?
7393	RIGHTS WHAT am I but the creature Thou hast made?
7393	Read, flattered, honored?
7393	Shall I die forgiven?
7393	Sometimes a sunlit sphere comes rolling by, And then we softly whisper,--can it be?
7393	THE ANGEL And whence thy sadness in a world of bliss Where never parting comes, nor mourner''s tear?
7393	The God who dealt with Abraham as the sons Of that old patriarch deal with other men?
7393	The jealous God of Moses, one who feels An image as an insult, and is wroth With him who made it and his child unborn?
7393	The sky grows dark,-- Was that the roll of thunder?
7393	They kept at arm''s length those detestable men; What an era of virtue she lived in!--But stay-- Were the men all such rogues in Aunt Tabitha''s day?
7393	Vain?
7393	Was he born of woman, this alleged De Sauty?
7393	Wealth''s wasteful tricks I will not learn, Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;-- Shall not carved tables serve my turn, But_ all_ must be of buhl?
7393	Were school- boys ever half so wild?
7393	What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around?
7393	What have I rescued from the shelf?
7393	What have I save the blessings Thou hast lent?
7393	What hope I but thy mercy and thy love?
7393	What is a Prologue?
7393	What were these torturing gifts, and wherefore lent her?
7393	When paper money became so cheap, Folks would n''t count it, but said"a heap,"A certain RICHARDS,--the books declare,--( A. M. in''90?
7393	Who but myself shall cloud my soul with fear?
7393	Who forged in roaring flames the ponderous stone, And shaped the moulded metal to his need?
7393	Who found the seeds of fire and made them shoot, Fed by his breath, in buds and flowers of flame?
7393	Who gave the dragging car its rolling wheel, And tamed the steed that whirls its circling round?
7393	Who is he, The one ye name and tell us that ye serve, Whom ye would call me from my lonely tower To worship with the many- headed throng?
7393	Who knows a woman''s wild caprice?
7393	Who knows?
7393	Who shall say?
7393	Whom do we trust and serve?
7393	Whose hand protect me from myself but thine?
7393	Why not?
7393	You''ve heard, no doubt, of PARSON TURELL?
7393	are the southern curtains drawn?
7393	fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go While the nectar( logwood) still reddens our cups as they flow?
7393	what is this my frenzy hears?
3026	--it was a face?
3026	A Doctor?
3026	And after all why should they? 3026 And what do you see?"
3026	And where''s John?
3026	Anything? 3026 Are n''t you afraid of him?
3026	Bad to get married when she had the chance?
3026	But did he? 3026 But what about your flora of the valley?"
3026	But why, when she''s well off? 3026 Ca n''t you and I get to the root of it?
3026	Can one walk around it? 3026 Common?
3026	Discharge me? 3026 Does Mortenson know what he has, do you think?"
3026	From the sense of our having been together-- But why take time for what I''m like to hear? 3026 Have n''t you seen him?
3026	He saw you, then? 3026 He seems to be thrifty; and has n''t he need, With the mouths of all those young Lorens to feed?
3026	Hear anything that might prove useful?
3026	How are you, neighbour? 3026 How shall we?"
3026	I can search you? 3026 I think-- I think-- from what I heard to- day-- And saw myself-- he would be ill- advised----""What did you hear, for instance?"
3026	I told him so last haying, did n''t I? 3026 In rain?"
3026	Is this some trance you are withdrawing into?
3026	Lafe was the name, I think?
3026	Not in a glass case, then?
3026	Oh, guess which hand? 3026 Oh, if you ask me that, what will he do?
3026	Professor Square- the- circle- till- you''re- tired? 3026 Silas has better claim on us you think Than on his brother?
3026	Stark?
3026	There is.-- What do you want?
3026	This? 3026 To cock the hay?--because it''s going to shower?
3026	Warm in December, cold in June, you say?
3026	Watch for him, will you, Will? 3026 Were n''t you relieved to find he was n''t dead?"
3026	Were there no others?
3026	What are you doing round this house at night?
3026	What did I say?
3026	What did he say? 3026 What did he say?"
3026	What do you want?
3026	What is it-- what?
3026	What is there wrong?
3026	What town is this?
3026	What would you think right?
3026	What''s a child doing at this time of night----?
3026	What''s the hurry? 3026 What''s this?"
3026	When was I ever anything but kind to him? 3026 Where did you say he''d been?"
3026	Where do you mean to go? 3026 Where is Estelle?
3026	Where is your village? 3026 Where shall we meet again?"
3026	Who cares what they say? 3026 Who is it?"
3026	Who''s that man sleeping in the office chair? 3026 Why do you speak like that?
3026	Will you believe me if I put it there Right on the counterpane-- that I do trust you?
3026	Will you leave the way to me?
3026	Yes, what do I see? 3026 Yes, what else but home?
3026	Yes, what''s it all about? 3026 You do n''t mean you will sign that thing unread?"
3026	You drive around? 3026 You let me say it?
3026	You''ve lived here all your life?
3026	You''ve never climbed it?
3026	''My man''is it?
3026	''What was that you said?''
3026	A man?
3026	And well, if they were n''t true why keep right on Saying them like the heathen?
3026	And you like it here?
3026	And you?"
3026	And yours?"
3026	As I sat mopping hayseed from my neck, And sort of waiting to be asked about it, One of the boys sings out,''Where''s the old man?''
3026	But do n''t you think we sometimes make too much Of the old stock?
3026	But first-- let''s see-- what was I going to ask you?
3026	But how could they be made so very unlike By the same hand working in the same stuff?
3026	But it''s just fun the way he gets bedeviled-- If he''s untidy now, what will he be----?
3026	But suppose she had missed it from the Creed As a child misses the unsaid Good- night, And falls asleep with heartache-- how should I feel?
3026	But that-- you did n''t think That was worth money to me?
3026	But what''s the use of talking when it''s done?
3026	But when I''ve said,''Why should n''t they be married,''He''d say,''Why should they?''
3026	But who, who----""Who''d marry her straight out of such a mess?
3026	But, Anne, I''m troubled; have you told me all?
3026	Come, stand by the bed; Tell me what is it?"
3026	Could n''t one talk to her?
3026	Did ever you feel so?
3026	Did he discharge you?"
3026	Did he frown?"
3026	Did he look like----?"
3026	Did he say anything?"
3026	Do you think If he''d had any pride in claiming kin Or anything he looked for from his brother, He''d keep so still about him all this time?"
3026	Does she look like me?"
3026	Does the rain seem to you to cool the eyes?"
3026	Go in my overalls, With a big stick, the same as when the cows Have n''t come down to the bars at milking time?
3026	Has he had the refusal of my chance?"
3026	He spoke to his wife in the door,''Let me see, Mame, we do n''t know any good berrying place?''
3026	How did you hear of it?
3026	How do you see him living when you''re gone?
3026	How shall we say good- bye in such a case?"
3026	I asked out loud, so''s there''d be no mistake,''Did you say, Let her come?''
3026	I thought, Who is that man?
3026	I''spose I''ve got to go the road I''m going: Other folks have to, and why should n''t I?
3026	If it was there, Where is it now, the Yellow Lady''s Slipper?"
3026	In a book about ferns?
3026	In rain to- morrow, shall we, if it rains?
3026	Is it the neighbours, Being cut off from friends?"
3026	Is n''t it Where there are cows?
3026	Is n''t it something I have seen before?"
3026	May n''t I offer you----?"
3026	Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it?
3026	Oh, where''s my hat?
3026	Or with a shotgun for a stray black bear?
3026	She raised her voice against the closing door:"Who wants to hear your news, you-- dreadful fool?"
3026	Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head:"Why do they make good neighbours?
3026	Tell me why we''re here Drawn into town about this cellar hole Like wild geese on a lake before a storm?
3026	That sounds like something you have heard before?
3026	That''s right, draw the curtain: Half the time I do n''t know what''s troubling me.-- What do you say, Will?
3026	That''s what you see in it?"
3026	The doctor''s sure you''re going to walk again?"
3026	There''s no cup?
3026	Thinks I, D''ye mean it?
3026	Those collars-- who shall I address them to, Suppose you are n''t awake when I come back?"
3026	Very far from here?"
3026	What about the spring?"
3026	What am I doing carrying off this bottle?
3026	What are they trying to do to me, these two?"
3026	What are you going to do with such a person?
3026	What did I tell you?
3026	What did he do?
3026	What did he mean?
3026	What do you know?
3026	What do you mean?--she''s done harm to herself?"
3026	What do you say?"
3026	What do you think you''re like to hear to- day?"
3026	What do you want, dear?
3026	What does he think?--How are the blessed feet?
3026	What does she say?
3026	What good is he?
3026	What is it you want?
3026	What kind of man?"
3026	What makes you stand there on one leg like that?
3026	What size do you wear?"
3026	What was he standing still for in the bushes?"
3026	What will he do?
3026	What will satisfy her?"
3026	What will we come to With all this pride of ancestry, we Yankees?
3026	What would I do?
3026	What would you have him say?
3026	What''s its name?"
3026	What''s that gun for?"
3026	What''s the real trouble?
3026	What, son?"
3026	What?
3026	When did she go?"
3026	When''s he coming?"
3026	Where are you moving over to?
3026	Where did you find those, Under what beech tree, on what woodchuck''s knoll?"
3026	Who are they for?"
3026	Who else will harbour him At his age for the little he can do?
3026	Who will take care of my necessities Unless I do?"
3026	Whose voice Does it purport to speak in?
3026	Why did n''t he go there?
3026	Why did n''t they throw off the belt Instead of going clear down in the wheel- pit?"
3026	Why not sit down if you are in no haste?
3026	Why not take seats here on the cellar wall And dangle feet among the raspberry vines?"
3026	Will pencil do?
3026	Willis sneered:"Who''s we?--some stockholders in Boston?
3026	Would it be too far?"
3026	You know the Weekly News?"
3026	You never saw it?"
3026	You think you''d best tempt her at such a time?"
3026	You understand?
3026	You would n''t think a fellow''d need much urging Under these circumstances, would you now?
3026	You''ve got to tell me how far this is gone: Have you agreed to any price?"
3026	You''ve heard?
3026	on consideration?
7396	And is Sir Isaac living?
7396	And was it true, then, what the story said Of Oxford''s friar and his brazen head?
7396	Are these"The Boys"our dear old Mother knew?
7396	As for himself, he seems alert and thriving,-- Grubs up a living somehow-- what, who knows?
7396	Can I forget the wedding guest?
7396	Could Williams make the hidden causes clear Of the Dark Day that filled the land with fear?
7396	Crabs?
7396	Do you know me, dear strangers-- the hundredth time comer At banquets and feasts since the days of my Spring?
7396	Do you know whom we send you, Hidalgos of Spain?
7396	Do you know your old friends when you see them again?
7396	Does not meek evening''s low- voiced Ave blend With the soft vesper as its notes ascend?
7396	Does not the sunshine call us to rejoice?
7396	Has Bowdoin found his all- surrounding sphere?
7396	Has Gannett tracked the wild Aurora''s path?
7396	Has he not his thorn?
7396	Has language better words than these?
7396	Has not every lie its truthful side, Its honest fraction, not to be denied?
7396	Hast thou no life, no health, to lose or save?
7396	His labors,--will they ever cease,-- With hand and tongue and pen?
7396	How can he feel the petty stings of grief Whose cheering presence always brings relief?
7396	Is he not here whose breath of holy song Has raised the downcast eyes of Faith so long?
7396	Is it an idle dream that nature shares Our joys, our griefs, our pastimes, and our cares?
7396	Is there no meaning in the storm- cloud''s voice?
7396	Is there no summons when, at morning''s call, The sable vestments of the darkness fall?
7396	Is there no whisper in the perfumed air When the sweet bosom of the rose is bare?
7396	Its sturdy driver,--who remembers him?
7396	No silent message when from midnight skies Heaven looks upon us with its myriad eyes?
7396	O Thou who carest for the falling sparrow, Canst Thou the sinless sufferer''s pang forget?
7396	Of all the guests at life''s perennial feast, Who of her children sits above the Priest?
7396	One figure still my vagrant thoughts pursue; First boy to greet me, Ariel, where are you?
7396	Or is thy dread account- book''s page so narrow Its one long column scores thy creatures''debt?
7396	Or the old landlord, saturnine and grim, Who left our hill- top for a new abode And reared his sign- post farther down the road?
7396	Per contra,--ask the moralist,--in sooth Has not a lie its share in every truth?
7396	Shall wearied Nature ask release At threescore years and ten?
7396	Smiling he listens; has he then a charm Whose magic virtues peril can disarm?
7396	Still in the waters of the dark Shawshine Do the young bathers splash and think they''re clean?
7396	The veteran of the sea?
7396	WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting?
7396	Was ever pang like this?
7396	What does his saddening, restless slavery buy?
7396	What need of idle fancy to adorn Our mother''s birthplace on her birthday morn?
7396	What of our duck?
7396	What question puzzles ciphering Philomath?
7396	What save a right to live, a chance to die,-- To live companion of disease and pain, To die by poisoned shafts untimely slain?
7396	What say ye to the lovesick air That brought the tears from Marian''s eyes?
7396	What ugly dreams can trouble his repose Who yields himself to soothe another''s woes?
7396	What, Pope?
7396	Where is he?
7396	Where is the meddling hand that dares to probe The secret grief beneath his sable robe?
7396	Where is the patriarch time could hardly tire,-- The good old, wrinkled, immemorial"squire"?
7396	Where the tough champion who, with Calvin''s sword, In wordy conflicts battled for the Lord?
7396	Where''s Cotton Mather?
7396	While wondering Science stands, herself perplexed At each day''s miracle, and asks"What next?"
7396	Who Can guess beforehand what his pen will do?
7396	Who is this preacher our Northampton claims, Whose rhetoric blazes with sulphureous flames And torches stolen from Tartarean mines?
7396	Who, in these days when all things go by steam, Recalls the stage- coach with its four- horse team?
7396	Whose smile is that?
7396	Why should we look one common faith to find, Where one in every score is color- blind?
7396	Yet why with flowery speeches tease, With vain superlatives distress him?
7396	You were a school- boy-- what beneath the sun So like a monkey?
7396	mussels?
7396	we remember that angels have wings,-- What story is this of the day of his birth?
54003	Home I trudged in a hurry-- who could that fellow be? 54003 What are you doing?"
54003	Which same was wrong, as viewed through a strictly moral eye; But who, to shield his wife''s name, would n''t sometime tell a lie? 54003 ***** Crawl?--walk? 54003 Birds of the ocean, that hover and soar, Where is the ship that we sent from our shore? 54003 Birds of the ocean, that scream through the gale, What have ye seen of a wind- beaten sail? 54003 But first the question, who this king of fame? 54003 ButWhat can we suffer, and conquer, and_ be_?"
54003	Depths of the ocean, that fathomless lie, Where is the crew that no more cometh nigh?
54003	Depths of the ocean, with treasures in store, Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?
54003	Didst robe thyself in green, And pride thyself in beauty the while to be unseen?
54003	Didst smile as thou smilest now, With ne''er the kiss of a lover upon thy snow- white brow?
54003	Didst toss thy foam in air, With never a bark to fear thee, and never a soul to dare?
54003	For I was sweet on your mother;--why should not I be?
54003	Heard ye no message to carry away Home to the hearts that are yearning to- day?
54003	Heard ye the storm- threatened mariner''s plea, Birds of the bitter and treacherous sea?
54003	How can a kiss be more a kiss because it is forbid?
54003	How the hands of a clock meet at high twelve-- and then, When will that old time- piece its fists clench again?
54003	How_ can_ I-- his mother-- bear it?
54003	I wonder which way they went?
54003	Is it The Pencil?
54003	Is it that lad of uncelestial name, Who, like the wretch whose title he has found, Takes all the maledictions floating round?
54003	Is it the Pen?
54003	Is it the strong and swiftly whirling Press?
54003	Is she so fair, is she so sweet, that you must need desert me?
54003	May we not, with some show of truthful grace, Put The Waste Basket in that honored place?
54003	O Rob, you say there is no guilt betwixt the girl and you: Do you not know how slack of vows may break the bond that''s dearest?
54003	Or the sincere advice and kindly aid Of those well versed in Study''s curious trade?
54003	Or, grown tearfully wise, look with pain- chastened eyes at the joys that are left?
54003	Perched ye for rest on the shivering mast, Beaten, and shattered, and bent by the blast?
54003	Ride with me, Uncle Nathan?
54003	Shall we lie down and die on the couch of despair?
54003	Shall we throw needless woe on our sad heart bereft?
54003	Skulkin''''long by the railroad track, Head an''feet all bare, Jane, One eye dressed in black?
54003	So you joined hands with one you loved, when we to the cross- road came, And went your way, as Heaven did say, and who but Heaven to blame?
54003	So you thought the old home the best?
54003	Storms of the ocean, that bellow and pour, Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?
54003	Tell, as ye dash on the quivering strand, Where is the crew that comes never to land?
54003	The question with good workers who''d be true, Should be, what is it wisest_ not_ to do?
54003	The question''mongst good talkers, day by day, Should be, what is it wisest_ not_ to say?
54003	Upon this ground, what man, or beast, or thing, Can claim the title of The Sanctum King?
54003	Waves of the ocean that thunder and roar, Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?
54003	Waves of the ocean, that thunder and roar, Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?
54003	What country is this, that looms brightly to me, Washed well by the waves of the à � gean sea?
54003	What country is this?
54003	What did I name him Paul for?-- To have him run off with a show?
54003	What help such solace and improvement lends As the hand- grasp of Brothers and of Friends?
54003	What of the guests that so silently sleep Low in thy chambers, relentlessly deep?
54003	What then strikes most our failure or success?
54003	What though her shape be trim as mine, her face a trifle younger?
54003	What''ll they do with the boy?
54003	When never an eye was near thee to view thy turbulent glory, When never an ear to hear thee relate thy endless story, What didst thou then, O Ocean?
54003	Whence comes his power, and what may be his name?
54003	Whence comes his power, and what may be his name?
54003	Where are the faces that, smiling and bright, Sailed for the death- darkened regions of night?
54003	Where are the faces ye paled with your sneer?
54003	Where are the hearts that, unfearing and gay, Broke from the clasp of affection away?
54003	Where are the hearts ye have frozen with fear?
54003	Where is the glory of womanhood''s time?
54003	Where is the grandsire, of silvery hair?
54003	Where is the maiden, young, tender, and fair?
54003	Where the warm blood of man''s vigor and prime?
54003	Who all our secrets in a week doth know; Whose brain is active as his feet are slow?
54003	Who comments on our mode of writing makes, And tenderly announces our mistakes?
54003	Who gives us items, sparkling, fresh, and new, But ne''er, by any turn of fortune, true?
54003	Who hands us every word, from far and near, That he against our enterprise can hear?
54003	Who opens our exchanges, one by one, And reads our editorials ere they''re done?
54003	Who pleads from every negligence or trick, With tongue as agile as his hands are thick?
54003	Who quaffs, with surly, mock- respectful stare, The surplus blueness of the office air?
54003	Who shows us, with unnecessary pains, The sharp things that some other sheet contains?
54003	Who then this Sanctum King, of mighty fame?
54003	Who then, or what, this king of mighty fame?
54003	Who will avenge you, darling?
54003	Who will avenge you, darling?
54003	Who will avenge you, darling?
54003	Who will avenge you, darling?
54003	Why are we deep in politics immersed?
54003	Why did each one fall with dissevered head?
54003	Why do the papers gossip, would you know?
54003	Why do we into secret haunts repair?
54003	Why do we quote the wedding chimes and hues?
54003	Why do we tell the crimes of all the lands?
54003	Why do we thread men''s motives thro''and thro''?
54003	Why do we toil with all that we possess?
54003	Why do we type on useless stories waste?
54003	Why is the look of pity turned From the bare feet and the downcast eye?
54003	Why is the mud of humanity spurned E''en from the tread of the passer- by?
54003	Why should a joy be more a joy because, forsooth,''tis hid?
54003	Why should for her and for her smiles your heart a moment hunger?
54003	Why should the love you get from her be counted so much gain, When every smile you give to her but adds unto my pain?
54003	Why, boy, did ye take me in earnest?
54003	You look about you for the boy?
54003	You wo n''t run off ag''in?
54003	[ Illustration:"AND DOES COLUMBIA LOVE HER DEAD?"]
54003	[ Illustration] Storms of the ocean, that bellow and sweep, Where are the friends that went forth on the deep?
54003	[ Illustration] Why, boy, do ye think ye''ll suffer?
54003	in his weakest ear?
54003	when ye come from heaven, my little namesake dear, Did ye see,''mongst the little girls there, a face like this one here?
54003	why will you try me so?
22922	And what did you hear, my Mary, All up on the Caldon Hill?
22922	And what did you see, my Mary, All up on the Caldon- Low?
22922	And what were the words, my Mary, That you did hear them say?
22922	Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?
22922	Dear robin,said the sad young flower,"Perhaps you''d not mind trying To find a nice white frill for me, Some day when you are flying?"
22922	He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home,-- A blessed day for thee!--Then whither would''st thou roam? 22922 I see no cause to repent my choice; You build your nest in the lofty pine, But is your slumber more sweet than mine?
22922	It is very cruel, too,Said little Alice Neal;"I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?"
22922	Mooly cow, mooly cow, have you not been Regaling all day where the pastures are green? 22922 Mooly cow, mooly cow, where do you go, When all the green pastures are covered with snow?
22922	Well, a day is before me now; Yet, what,thought she,"can I do, if I try?
22922	What is it thou would''st seek? 22922 What matters it how far we go?"
22922	Where are you going, and what do you wish?
22922	Where is Winter, with his snowing? 22922 Where is my toadstool?"
22922	You_ sang_, sir, you say? 22922 ***** Pray whither sailed those ships all three On Christmas day, on Christmas day? 22922 125 Who Stole the Bird''s Nest? 22922 247 Where Go the Boats? 22922 69 What the Winds Bring, 29 What Would You See? 22922 All babyhood he holdeth, All motherhood enfoldeth-- Yet who hath seen his face? 22922 And how do you get there, Mrs. Dove? 22922 And what is the way there, Baby Miss? 22922 And where can that be, Mr. Jay? 22922 And who can I be, That sweep o''er the land and sail o''er the sea? 22922 And who can I be, That sweep o''er the land and scour o''er the sea? 22922 And who can I be, That sweep o''er the land and scour o''er the sea? 22922 And who can I be, That sweep o''er the land and scour o''er the sea? 22922 And why? 22922 Are they carousing there, All the night through? 22922 Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep? 22922 But what can have brought them? 22922 But who is this through the doorway comes? 22922 By permission of Charles Scribner''s Sons.__ The City Child_ Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? 22922 By_ Hezekiah Butterworth_ 57 Who Stole the Bird''s Nest? 22922 By_ John Keats_ 69 What Does Little Birdie Say? 22922 By_ Robert Herrick_ 246 What Would You See? 22922 By_ William Brighty Rands_ 274 THE POSY RING I A YEAR''S WINDFALLS_ Who comes dancing over the snow, His soft little feet all bare and rosy? 22922 By_ William Wordsworth_ 121 OTHER LITTLE CHILDREN Where Go the Boats? 22922 Can she be darning there, Ere the light fails, Small ragged stockings-- Tiny torn tails? 22922 Can you tell where? 22922 Copyright, 1889, by Charles Scribner''s Sons.__ What May Happen to a Thimble_ Come about the meadow, Hunt here and there, Where''s mother''s thimble? 22922 Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? 22922 Did a finch fly with it Into the hedge, Or a reed- warbler Down in the sedge? 22922 Did spiders snatch at it Wanting to look At the bright pebbles Which lie in the brook? 22922 Did you dip your wings in azure dye, When April began to paint the sky, That was pale with the winter''s stay? 22922 Did you steal a bit of the lake for your crest, And fasten blue violets into your vest? 22922 Do n''t you see the wool that grows On my back to make your clothes? 22922 Dost thou know who made thee? 22922 From the glowing sky Summer shines above us; Spring was such a little dear, But will Summer love us? 22922 Green leaves a- floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a- boating-- Where will all come home? 22922 Has a mouse carried it Down to her hole-- Home full of twilight, Shady, small soul? 22922 Have beetles crept with it Where oak roots hide? 22922 Have the ants cover''d it With straw and sand? 22922 Heard you never of the story, How they cross''d the desert wild, Journey''d on by plain and mountain, Till they found the Holy Child? 22922 How they open''d all their treasure, Kneeling to that Infant King, Gave the gold and fragrant incense, Gave the myrrh in offering? 22922 I have let the long bars down,--why do n''t you pass through?
22922	I kiss''d you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
22922	III Up comes her little gray coaxing cat With her little pink nose, and she mews,"What''s that?"
22922	If nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring, Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little maid might sing:--"What ails thee, young one?
22922	If you did not love me so?
22922	Is anybody else awake To see the winter morning break, While thick and fast''tis snowing?
22922	Is it not well with thee?
22922	Is nothing afraid of the boy lying there?
22922	Is the pudding done?
22922	Is there such another, pray, Wonder- making month as May?
22922	Know ye not that lowly Baby Was the bright and morning star, He who came to light the Gentiles, And the darken''d isles afar?
22922	Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
22922	Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
22922	Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
22922	Little bird, little bird, how long will you roam?
22922	Little bird, little bird, whither do you flee?
22922	Little bird, little bird, whither will you go?
22922	Little fairy snow- flakes Dancing in the flue; Old Mr. Santa Claus, What is keeping you?
22922	Little lamb, who made thee?
22922	Mooly cow, mooly cow, why do n''t you come?
22922	Neat little kennel, So cosy and dark, Has one crept into it, Trying to bark?
22922	Need I ever know a fear?
22922	Not a crumb to be found On the snow- covered ground; Not a flower could he see, Not a leaf on a tree:"Oh, what will become,"says the cricket,"of me?"
22922	Now what do you think?
22922	Now what do you think?
22922	Now what do you think?
22922	O let us be married,--too long we have tarried,-- But what shall we do for a ring?"
22922	O, what shall I do?"
22922	Oh, where''s Polly?
22922	Oh, where''s Polly?"
22922	Oh, where''s Polly?"
22922	Or were you hatched from a bluebell bright,''Neath the warm, gold breast of a sunbeam light, By the river one blue spring day?
22922	Poor creature, can it be That''tis thy mother''s heart which is working so in thee?
22922	Pray whither sailed those ships all three On Christmas day in the morning?
22922	Pray, who can I be?
22922	Safe little diving- bell, Shutting so close?
22922	Said young Dandelion On his hedge- side,"Who''ll me rely on?
22922	Shall I win?
22922	Softly taps the Spring, and cheerly,"Darlings, are you here?"
22922	The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung:"Shall I take them away?"
22922	The Tree bore his fruit in the mid- summer glow: Said the girl,"May I gather thy berries now?"
22922	The garden of moons is it far away?
22922	The little bird on the boughs Of the sombre snow- laden pine Thinks:"Where shall I build me my house, And how shall I make it fine?
22922	The orchard of suns, my little Garaine, Will you take us there some day?"
22922	Then, with black at the border, jacket And this-- and this-- she will not lack it; Skirts?
22922	There have they settled it Down on its side?
22922	There will he try it on, For a new hat-- Nobody watching But one water- rat?
22922	They are waiting on the shingle-- will you come and join the dance?
22922	They made him a court, and they crowned him a king; Ah, who could have thought of so lovely a thing?
22922	This is the way we dress the Doll; If you had not seen, could you guess the Doll?
22922	Thy limbs, are they not strong?
22922	Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young one, rest; what is''t that aileth thee?
22922	To his snug dressing- room, By the clear pool?
22922	VI"You want some breakfast too?"
22922	VII Waiting without stood sparrow and crow, Cooling their feet in the melting snow:"Wo n''t you come in, good folk?"
22922	We know him and we love him, No man to us need prove him-- Yet who hath seen his face?
22922	What are the blessings of the sight?
22922	What can nestlings do In the nightly dew?
22922	What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day?
22922	What instinct has taught them to cherish him so?
22922	What is wanting to thy heart?
22922	What realms are those to which you fly?
22922	What remedy remains, Since, teach you all I can, I see you, after all my pains, So much resemble Man?
22922	What shall I call thee?
22922	What will you give me, Sleepy One, and call My wages, if I settle you all right?
22922	What would you do if I took you there To my little nest in the tree?
22922	What would you get in the top of the tree For all your crying and grief?
22922	Where do you come from, Baby Miss?
22922	Where do you come from, Mrs. Dove?
22922	Where learn you all your minstrelsy?
22922	Which is the Wind that brings the flowers?
22922	Which is the Wind that brings the heat?
22922	Which is the Wind that brings the rain?
22922	Whither from this pretty home, the home where mother dwells?
22922	Whither from this pretty house, this city- house of ours?
22922	Who calls to me, So far at sea?
22922	Who stole a nest away From the plum- tree, to- day?"
22922	Who stole a nest away From the plum- tree, to- day?"
22922	Who stole a nest away From the plum- tree, to- day?"
22922	Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"
22922	Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"
22922	Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"
22922	Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"
22922	Who stole that pretty nest From little yellow- breast?"
22922	Who stole that pretty nest From little yellow- breast?"
22922	Who''ll be my bride?"
22922	Why bleat so after me?
22922	Why do little children sing?
22922	Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep?
22922	Why pull so at thy cord?
22922	Will you listen to me?
22922	Will you listen to me?
22922	Will you listen to me?
22922	Will you listen to me?
22922	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, will you join the dance?
22922	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, will you join the dance?
22922	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, wo n''t you join the dance?
22922	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, wo n''t you join the dance?"
22922	Would all nature aid if he wanted its care?
22922	You make more noise in the world than I, But whose is the sweeter minstrelsy?"
22922	You talk of wondrous things you see; You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he Make either day or night?
22922	_ A Birthday Gift_***** What can I give him, Poor as I am?
22922	_ A Chill_ What can lambkins do All the keen night through?
22922	_ A Lobster Quadrille_"Will you walk a little faster?"
22922	_ Answer to a Child''s Question_ Do you ask what the birds say?
22922	_ Christmas Song_ Why do bells for Christmas ring?
22922	_ Lady Moon_ Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
22922	_ Little Garaine_"Where do the stars grow, little Garaine?
22922	_ Snowdrops_ Little ladies, white and green, With your spears about you, Will you tell us where you''ve been Since we lived without you?
22922	_ Song_ I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for?
22922	_ Spring and Summer_ Spring is growing up, Is not it a pity?
22922	_ Strange Lands_ Where do you come from, Mr. Jay?
22922	_ The Blind Boy_ O, say, what is that thing called Light, Which I must ne''er enjoy?
22922	_ The Blue Jay_ O Blue Jay up in the maple- tree, Shaking your throat with such bursts of glee, How did you happen to be so blue?
22922	_ The Fairies of the Caldon- Low_"And where have you been, my Mary, And where have you been from me?"
22922	_ The Fairies''Shopping_ Where do you think the Fairies go To buy their blankets ere the snow?
22922	_ The Lamb_ Little lamb, who made thee?
22922	_ The Tree_ The Tree''s early leaf- buds were bursting their brown;"Shall I take them away?"
22922	_ What Does Little Birdie Say?_ What does little birdie say, In her nest at peep of day?
22922	_ What Does Little Birdie Say?_ What does little birdie say, In her nest at peep of day?
22922	_ What Would You See?_ What would you see if I took you up To my little nest in the air?
22922	_ What Would You See?_ What would you see if I took you up To my little nest in the air?
22922	_ What the Winds Bring_ Which is the Wind that brings the cold?
22922	_ Who Stole the Bird''s Nest?_"To- whit!
22922	_ Young Dandelion_ Young Dandelion On a hedge- side, Said young Dandelion,"Who''ll be my bride?
22922	but how can they know?
22922	cried the crow;"I should like to know What thief took away A bird''s nest, to- day?"
22922	have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face?
22922	in Winter, dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go?
22922	little brown brother, Are you awake in the dark?
22922	little brown brother, What kind of flower will you be?
22922	say, do you hear?
22922	was there ever so merry a note?
22922	well both for bed and board?
22922	what?
22922	where should I fly to, Where go sleep in the dark wood or dell?
22922	why pull so at thy chain?
22922	why?
22922	would you not live with me?
22922	you''re a sun- flower?
9573	Do I smell your gums of incense? 9573 For the death in life of Nitria, For your Chartreuse ever dumb, What better is the neighbor, Or happier the home?
9573	Forever round the Mercy- seat The guiding lights of Love shall burn; But what if, habit- bound, thy feet Shall lack the will to turn? 9573 Have ye not still my witness Within yourselves alway, My hand that on the keys of life For bliss or bale I lay?
9573	Heart of mine unsatisfied, Was it vanity or pride That a deeper joy denied? 9573 Heed I the noise of viols, Your pomp of masque and show?
9573	I note each gracious purpose, Each kindly word and deed; Are ye not all my children? 9573 Need I your alms?
9573	No prayer for light and guidance Is lost upon mine ear The child''s cry in the darkness Shall not the Father hear? 9573 Of rank and name and honors Am I vain as ye are vain?
9573	Shall souls redeemed by me refuse To share my sorrow in their turn? 9573 What if the earth is hiding Her old faiths, long outworn?
9573	What if the o''erturned altar Lays bare the ancient lie? 9573 What if the vision tarry?
9573	What if thine eye refuse to see, Thine ear of Heaven''s free welcome fail, And thou a willing captive be, Thyself thy own dark jail? 9573 What lack I, O my children?
9573	What part or lot have you,he said,"In these dull rites of drowsy- head?
9573	Who called ye to self- torment, To fast and penance vain? 9573 Why sitt''st thou thus?"
9573	Ah, who shall pray, since he who pleads Our want perchance hath greater needs?
9573	Art fearful?
9573	Art weak?
9573	As from the lighted hearths behind me I pass with slow, reluctant feet, What waits me in the land of strangeness?
9573	Bowing his head he pondered The words of the little one; Had he erred in his life- long teaching?
9573	But what avail inadequate words to reach The innermost of Truth?
9573	Can Hatred ask for love?
9573	Can He break His own great law of fatherhood, forsake And curse His children?
9573	Can Selfishness Invite to self- denial?
9573	Can prayer Reach the shut ear of Fate, or move Unpitying Energy to spare?
9573	Did ever such a moonlight take Weird photographs of shrub and tree?
9573	Did ever such a morning break As that my eastern windows see?
9573	Did his own heart, loving and human, The God of his worship shame?
9573	Did the shade before him come Of th''inevitable doom, Of the end of earth so near, And Eternity''s new year?
9573	Dream ye Eternal Goodness Has joy in mortal pain?
9573	Had he wrong to his Master done?
9573	Has faith no work, and love no prayer?
9573	Has saintly ease no pitying care?
9573	Have I not dawns and sunsets Have I not winds that blow?
9573	He shook his wings and crimson tail, And set his head aslant, And, in his sharp, impatient way, Asked,"What does Charlie want?"
9573	Hush every lip, close every book, The strife of tongues forbear; Why forward reach, or backward look, For love that clasps like air?
9573	Is He less Than man in kindly dealing?
9573	Is heaven so high That pity can not breathe its air?
9573	Is it a dream?
9573	Is my ear with chantings fed?
9573	Is silence worship?
9573	Or, sin- forgiven, my gift abuse Of peace with selfish unconcern?
9573	Rang ever bells so wild and fleet The music of the winter street?
9573	Shall not the Father heed?
9573	Takes Nature thought for such as we, What place her human atom fills, The weed- drift of her careless sea, The mist on her unheeding hills?
9573	Taste I your wine of worship, Or eat your holy bread?
9573	Then up rose Master Echard, And marvelled:"Can it be That here, in dream and vision, The Lord hath talked with me?"
9573	To what grim and dreadful idol Had he lent the holiest name?
9573	Was ever yet a sound by half So merry as you school- boy''s laugh?
9573	What can Eternal Fulness From your lip- service gain?
9573	What doth the cosmic Vastness care?
9573	What face shall smile, what voice shall greet?
9573	What if the dreams and legends Of the world''s childhood die?
9573	What is it to the changeless truth That yours shall fail in turn?
9573	What lip shall judge when He approves?
9573	What reeks she of our helpless wills?
9573	What space shall awe, what brightness blind me?
9573	What thunder- roll of music stun?
9573	What vast processions sweep before me Of shapes unknown beneath the sun?
9573	While sin remains, and souls in darkness dwell, Can heaven itself be heaven, and look unmoved on hell?"
9573	Who dare to scorn the child He loves?
9573	Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
9573	Who shall essay, Blinded and weak, to point and lead the way, Or solve the mystery in familiar speech?
9573	Who talks of scheme and plan?
9573	Who the secret may declare Of that brief, unuttered prayer?
7398	And where is my cat?
7398	For whom this gift?
7398	Shot?
7398	What if it does?
7398	Where are our broomsticks?
7398	Yes, where are our cats?
7398	( Our"poet''s corner"may I not expect My kindly reader still may recollect?)
7398	A query checks him:"Is he quite exact?"
7398	Ah, Lord of life, though spectres pale Fill with their threats the shadowy vale, With Thee my faltering steps to aid, How can I dare to be afraid?
7398	And Mary said,--as one who, tried too long, Tells all her grief and half her sense of wrong,-- What is this thoughtless thing which thou hast done?
7398	And whose the home that strews in black decay The one green- glowing island of the bay?
7398	Are angels more true?
7398	Art thou the last of all mankind to know That party- fights are won by aiming low?
7398	But say what next?
7398	But what if the joy of the summer is past, And winter''s wild herald is blowing his blast?
7398	Do I see her afar in the distance?
7398	Does He behold with smile serene The shows of that unending scene, Where sleepless, hopeless anguish lies, And, ever dying, never dies?
7398	Either were charming, neither will refuse; But choose we must,--what better can we do Than take the younger of the youthful two?"
7398	Had he no secret grief he nursed alone?
7398	Have those majestic eyes Lost their proud fire for such a vulgar prize?
7398	Have ye not secrets, ye refulgent spheres, No sleepless listener of the starlight hears?
7398	He lived alone,--who would n''t if he might, And leave the rogues and idiots out of sight?
7398	His secret?
7398	How could a ruined dwelling last so long Without its legends shaped in tale and song?
7398	Is there a world of blank despair, And dwells the Omnipresent there?
7398	Of all the joys of earthly pride or power, What gives most life, worth living, in an hour?
7398	Or rolls a sphere in each expanding zone, Crowned with a life as varied as our own?"
7398	Or some gray wooer''s, whom a girlish frown Chased from his solid friends and sober town?
7398	Or some plain tradesman''s, fond of shade and ease, Who sought them both beneath these quiet trees?
7398	Say, does He hear the sufferer''s groan, And is that child of wrath his own?
7398	Shake from thy sense the wild delusive dream Without the purple, art thou not supreme?
7398	Shall mouldering page or fading scroll Outface the charter of the soul?
7398	Shall priesthood''s palsied arm protect The wrong our human hearts reject, And smite the lips whose shuddering cry Proclaims a cruel creed a lie?
7398	Some brooding poet''s, sure of deathless fame, Had not his epic perished in the flame?
7398	Some dark- browed pirate''s, jealous of the fate That seized the strangled wretch of"Nix''s Mate"?
7398	Some forger''s, skulking in a borrowed name, Whom Tyburn''s dangling halter yet may claim?
7398	Some wan- eyed exile''s, wealth and sorrow''s heir, Who sought a lone retreat for tears and prayer?
7398	Stranger, whose eyes the shadowy isle survey, As the black steamer dashes through the bay, Why ask his buried secret to divine?
7398	Such task demands a readier pen than mine,-- What if I steal the Tutor''s Valentine?
7398	TARTARUS WHILE in my simple gospel creed That"God is Love"so plain I read, Shall dreams of heathen birth affright My pathway through the coming night?
7398	THE LOVER''S SECRET WHAT ailed young Lucius?
7398	THE SECRET OF THE STARS Is man''s the only throbbing heart that hides The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
7398	THE STATESMAN''S SECRET WHO of all statesmen is his country''s pride, Her councils''prompter and her leaders''guide?
7398	TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE Too young for love?
7398	That whisper,--"Where is Mary''s boy?"
7398	The minute draws near,--but her watch may go wrong; My heart will be asking, What keeps her so long?
7398	The thistle falls before a trampling clown, But who can chain the flying thistle- down?
7398	Thou, stamped by Nature with her royal sign, That party- hirelings hate a look like thine?
7398	Too young for love?
7398	Too young for love?
7398	Too young for love?
7398	Too young?
7398	Too young?
7398	Too young?
7398	Too young?
7398	Warmed with God''s smile and wafted by his breath, To weave in ceaseless round the dance of Death?
7398	Were there no damsels willing to attend And do such service for a suffering friend?
7398	What cares a witch for a hangman''s noose?
7398	What though the rose leaves fall?
7398	What though we perish ere the day is won?
7398	What was the last prescription in his case?
7398	Where in my list of phrases shall I seek The fitting words of NUMBER FIVE to speak?
7398	Where is the Eden like to thee?
7398	Which of our two''Annexes''shall we choose?
7398	Who ordered bathing for his aches and ails?
7398	Who sees unmoved, a ruin at his feet, The lowliest home where human hearts have beat?
7398	Who was this man of whom they tell the lies?
7398	Who''s next?
7398	Why doubt for a moment?
7398	Why name his countless triumphs, whom to meet Is to be famous, envied in defeat?
7398	Why question mutes no question can unlock, Dumb as the legend on the Dighton rock?
7398	Why question?
7398	Why should I call her gracious, winning, fair?
7398	Why should he talk, whose presence lends a grace To every table where he shows his face?
7398	Why tell each idle guess, each whisper vain?
7398	Why tremble?
7398	Why with the loveliest of her sex compare?
7398	Will she come by the hillside or round through the wood?
7398	Will she come?
7398	Will she wear her brown dress or her mantle and hood?
7398	Will the needle swing back from the east or the west?
7398	Will the ring- dove return to her nest?
7398	not a line to keep our souls alive?"
6442	Comes there no help for my terrible need?
6442	***** A groan?
6442	About my brother?
6442	About old Mother Morey?
6442	And John and Peter, Grace and little Ruth Grown to a woman; are they all with you?
6442	And he did not, In this most tender trial of your heart, Turn in relenting?--give you sympathy?
6442	And is it this to die?
6442	And is it this to die?
6442	And so, because one man is false, or you Imagine him to be, all men are false; Do I speak rightly?
6442	And was n''t it good that his little wife Should live in his castle the rest of her life, And have all his money, too?
6442	And what reck these Of such a storm?
6442	And would you Or Ruth''have restoration of that bliss, And welcome transplantation to the state Associate with it?
6442	Another groan?
6442	Ask you sympathy Of such as I?
6442	But did your husband never tell the cause Of this neglect?
6442	But was he killed?
6442	But who are these who crowd the house to- night-- A happy throng?
6442	But why this prayer to die?
6442	Can I ask the boon?
6442	Did I hear aright?
6442	Did his foolhardy venture end in wreck?
6442	Did you not hear that cry?
6442	Do men die thus?
6442	Do n''t you see?
6442	Do storms die thus?
6442	Do you blame me for crying When my Zephyr was dying?
6442	Do you not know me, Mary?
6442	Do you recall the promise made by you This night one year ago,--to write a hymn For this occasion?
6442	Does he dream alone, Or are we dreaming?
6442	Does there come assistance?"
6442	Forgive you?
6442	Given for pity?
6442	Grace, in your heart do you believe all this?
6442	Have we not had"Button- Button"enough, And"Forfeits,"and all such silly stuff?
6442	Have you a wish That I can gratify?
6442	Have you any words To send to other friends?
6442	Have you no pardoning word-- no smile for me?
6442	Have you suffered thus?
6442	He would have A piece of exquisite embroidery; My hand was cunning if report were true; Would it oblige him?
6442	How do these visions move you?
6442	I did not know you died: when did you die?
6442	I laugh at you?
6442	I love him not?
6442	I love him not?
6442	If I love?
6442	Is manly pity so munificent?
6442	Is this a plot to cheat a dying man, Or cheat a wife who, if it be no plot, Is worthy death?
6442	Is this death?
6442	Is this heaven, and am I dead?
6442	John, do you see The apples and the cider on the hearth?
6442	Know you not my face?
6442	My friends?
6442	My husband?
6442	Now what shall be the tune?
6442	Or did it end in something worse than wreck?
6442	Perhaps he pitied me, and that Indeed was very pitiful; for what Has love to do with pity?
6442	Ruth, is it right To leave a brother in such a plight as this-- Either to imitate your courtesy, Or by your act to be adjudged a boor?
6442	Shall I disturb him if I look at him?
6442	Shall I not call the family?
6442	Still loving me,-- With the great motive for desiring life And the deep secret of enjoyment won,-- Why pray for death?
6442	The widow and the virgin: where are they?
6442	Then why not tell me all?
6442	To quench my reason?
6442	Was I to lose the guerdon of my guile?
6442	Was not that a call-- A human voice?
6442	Wayfaring pilgrims, who, Grateful for shelter, charm the golden hours With the sweet jargon of a festival?
6442	Were not a boy?
6442	What God hath joined together, God may part:-- Grace, have you thought of that?
6442	What ails the girl?
6442	What are prayers but wasted breath Beaten back by the gale?
6442	What are prayers in the lips of death, Filling and chilling with hail?
6442	What can you mean by this?
6442	What does he think of his mother''s eyes?
6442	What does he think of his mother''s hair?
6442	What does the evening''s talk amount to?
6442	What does this little bloodstain tell?
6442	What golden fruit lies hidden in its husk?
6442	What is its mission?
6442	What is the little one thinking about?
6442	What is your wish?
6442	What of the cradle- roof that flies Forward and backward through the air?
6442	What recks the driving storm Of such a scene as this?
6442	What shall we hit upon next?
6442	What shall we play?
6442	What was I To him?
6442	What were law But a weak jest without its penalty?
6442	Where is he going he should bruit the name?
6442	Who Is wiser for the wisdom of the hour?
6442	Who are these fathers?
6442	Who can he be, who on a night like this, And on this night, of all nights in the year, Holds to the highway, homeless?
6442	Who can tell what a baby thinks?
6442	Who is this woman?
6442	Why had he suffered thus?
6442	Why, to a wrecked, forsaken thing like me Did that thought bring a pang?
6442	Would I?
6442	Would n''t he like to go to bed, And have a cabbage- leaf on his head?
6442	You will not laugh at me?
6442	You would ask of me To bear your thanks to him, and to rehearse Your dying words?
6442	You, Mary?
6442	[_ Pale and trembling_,] David?
6442	[_ Rising and yawning_] Is n''t she the strangest girl you ever saw?
6442	[_ Sotto voce_] Mary, what means this?
6442	_ Israel_ And welcome sin?
6442	poet; who is master now-- Baby or husband?
6442	thought I,--that alone?
6442	welcome sin?
6442	what its ministry?
6442	who These pleasant children, rude with health and joy?
6442	who these mothers?
8402	Hot work; eh, Colonel, was n''t it? 8402 How''s Thompson?
8402	Lost a day?
8402	My name? 8402 No?
8402	The_ first_ of June? 8402 Who comes?"
8402	Why are my eyelids so open and wild?
8402	Yes: if not rude, When did you make east longitude?
8402	''Seven Oaks,''and then''Se''nnoak,''Lastly Snook, Is the way my name I trace: Shall a youth of noble race In affairs of love give place To a Cooke?"
8402	''The Union,''--that was well enough way up to''66; But this''Re- Union,''--maybe now it''s mixed with politics?
8402	Ai n''t I a bad lot, sonny?
8402	And Billy?
8402	And must thou, foundling, still forego Thy heritage and high ambition, To lie full lowly and full low, Adjusted to thy new condition?
8402	And week from next is Conference.... You said the 12th of May?
8402	And what did Jones, Lycurgus B., With his known idiosyncrasy?
8402	And you want to know my name?
8402	Any complaints to make?
8402	Are things what they seem?
8402	Are things what they seem?
8402	Are you listening?
8402	Avitor?
8402	Avitor?
8402	Avitor?
8402	Bless you, he tells it to every stranger: Folks about yer say the old man''s my father; What''s your opinion?
8402	Burnt by the roving sea- marauders, Or sailing north under secret orders?
8402	But when he came, with smile and bow, Maud only blushed, and stammered,"Ha- ow?"
8402	Can this be she of haughty mien, The goddess of the sword and shield?
8402	Do I sleep?
8402	Do I wonder and doubt?
8402	Eh, little rogue?
8402	Eh, you knew_ her_?
8402	Fifteen year?
8402	Had she found the Anian passage famed, By lying Moldonado claimed, And sailed through the sixty- fifth degree Direct to the North Atlantic sea?
8402	He called me"daughter,"as he raised his jewelled hand to bless; And then, in thrilling undertones, he asked,"Would I confess?"
8402	He came down to the Ford On the very same day Of that lottery drawed By those sharps at the Bay; And he says to me,"Truthful, how goes it?"
8402	How did I get in here?
8402	How did she get there?
8402	How old you think, Señor?
8402	I have seen danger?
8402	I speak not the English well, but Pachita She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha?
8402	If I try, you will sit here beside me, And shall not laugh, eh?
8402	Is it Nye that I doubt?
8402	Is our civilization a failure?
8402	Is our civilization a failure?
8402	Know me next time when you see me, wo n''t you, old smarty?
8402	Little Red Riding- Hood, when in the street, Why do I press your small hand when we meet?
8402	Look at it; do n''t it look pooty?
8402	Never in jail before, was you, old blatherskite, say?
8402	No?
8402	Of course the young lady had beaux by the score, All that she wanted,--what girl could ask more?
8402	Or had she found the"River of Kings,"Of which De Fonté told such strange things In sixteen forty?
8402	Or is the Caucasian played out?
8402	Or is the Caucasian played out?
8402	Or is visions about?
8402	Or is visions about?
8402	Or shall you walk in the garden with Pancha?
8402	Shall I?
8402	Stop, yes; do you see that chap,-- Him standin''over there,--a hidin''his eves in his cap?
8402	The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story; yet Could she think of a sweeter way?
8402	The sentry''s warning cry Rings sharply on the evening air: Who comes?
8402	Then why waste your labors, brave hearts and strong men, In tracking a trail to the Copperhead''s den?
8402	Twenty?
8402	Was it guile, or a dream?
8402	Was it the trick of a sense o''erwrought With outward watching and inward fret?
8402	Well, what''ud you give to know?
8402	What made me launch from attic tall A kitten and a parasol, And watch their bitter, frightful fall?
8402	What strange spell Kept her two hundred years so well, Free from decay and mortal taint?
8402	What was it filled my youthful dreams, In place of Greek or Latin themes, Or beauty''s wild, bewildering beams?
8402	What youthful dreams of high renown Bade me inflate the parson''s gown, That went not up, nor yet came down?
8402	What?
8402	Where was the galleon all this while: Wrecked on some lonely coral isle?
8402	Which said Nye to me,"Injins is pizen: Do you know what his number is, James?"
8402	Why do n''t you say suthin'', blast you?
8402	Why, when you timidly offered your cheek, Why did I sigh, and why did n''t I speak?
8402	Will you not enter?
8402	Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair, Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare?
8402	Wot''s that you got-- tobacco?
8402	You like the wine?
8402	You see that pear- tree?
8402	You see the point?
8402	do I dream?
8402	do they, eh?
8402	it is a story; But I speak not, like Pachita, the English: So?
8402	it''s true We buried him at Gettysburg: I mind the spot; do you?
8402	who are you, anyhow, goin''round in that sneakin''way?
8402	will he be there?
8402	you not understand?
12658	''Sas agapo''?
12658	''Tis nothing but money?
12658	But why,I asked,"put_ me_ in?"
12658	Did you( if questions you permit) At the asylum leave your kit?
12658	Excuse me, please-- Who''s in there?
12658	Have ye no messages-- no brief, Still sign:''Despair'', or''Hope''?
12658	Have you in Heaven no Hell?
12658	Horses are trees and the moon is a sneeze?
12658	How is it with thee, child of light? 12658 I wonder was you here when Casey shot James King o''William?
12658	Make treason odious?
12658	May I touch him, mother?
12658	May you blow your nose on a paper of pins?
12658	O mariner man, why pause and don A look of so deep concern? 12658 O, why does he wear such a ghastly grin?"
12658	Out of danger?
12658	Out of danger?
12658	Out of danger?
12658	Out of danger?
12658	Seest thou in mine eye, father, anything green? 12658 That''s right, father dear, but how can our eyes Distinguish in dead men the Good and the Wise?"
12658	W''at, alas, would be my bloomin''Fate if Philip now I see, Which I lammed?--or my old''oman, Which has frequent basted_ me_?
12658	Was the prophecy fulfilled?
12658	Was you in Frisco when the water came Up to Montgum''ry street? 12658 What are they that way for, father?"
12658	What are those, father?
12658	What did they say he was, father?
12658	What is that, mother?
12658	What made it bleed, father, for every day Somebody passes forever away? 12658 What makes him sweat so?"
12658	What''s in the paper?
12658	What?--how?
12658	Whose shall be first?
12658	Why do you this?
12658	Why does n''t he end, then, his life with a rope?
12658	Why is it, my boy, that you smother your joy, And why do you make no sign Of the merry mind that is dancing behind A solemner face than mine?
12658	Will he crack it, mother?
12658	You are twins?
12658	You never could stomach a Democrat Since General Jackson ran? 12658 You''ve bitten a snake and are feeling bad"?
12658	Your nobles are bought?
12658	_Does he suffer, mother?"
12658	''T was not your motive?
12658	A Pauper._ SUPERINTENDENT: So_ you''re_ unthankful-- you''ll not eat the bird?
12658	A merry Christmas?
12658	A present?
12658	A score?
12658	Ambition stayed from trampling whom it meets, Like horses fugitive in crowded streets?
12658	Among the rebels when we made a breach Was it to get their banners?
12658	And did you attend The neck- tie dance ensuin''?
12658	And how can you ever obtain it?
12658	And takest thy son for a gaping marine?
12658	And want my vote and influence?
12658	And why do you sway in your walking, To right and left many degrees, And hitch up your trousers when talking?
12658	Are loving looks got out of books, Or kisses taught in college?
12658	As her bubble drifted away from the shore, On the glassy billows borne, All cried:"Why, where is Mehitable Moore?
12658	Austere incendiary, We''re blinking in the light; Where is your customary Grenade of dynamite?
12658	Be loyal to your country, yes-- but how If tyrants hold dominion?
12658	Behind you, unsuspected, Have you the axe, fair wench, Wherewith you once collected A poll- tax from the French?
12658	But how if, to attract the curious yeoman, The lion owned the show and showed the showman?
12658	But now you mention it-- well, well, who knows?
12658	But why should I sail o''er the ocean For Landseers and Claudes?
12658	Can solitude be lifted up, vacuity refined?
12658	Can the slighted Dame Or canting Pharisee no more defame?
12658	Can you not rationally be Content without disturbing me?
12658	Can you not take a hint-- a wink-- Of what of all this rot I think?
12658	Consumption no profit to those who produce?
12658	Cried Allen Forman:"Doctor, pray Compose my spirits''strife: O what may be my chances, say, Of living all my life?
12658	Death, are you well?
12658	Delay responsible?
12658	Did you come''der blains agross,''Or''Horn aroundt''?
12658	Dinner?
12658	Dispute with such a thing as you-- Twin show to the two- headed calf?
12658	Do I understand You undertake to prove-- good land!-- That when the crime-- you mean to show Your client was n''t_ there_?"
12658	Do the newspaper men print a column or more Of every person whose troubles are o''er?"
12658	Dost hear the angels sing?"
12658	Filled with astonishment, I spoke:"Thou ancient raven, why this croak?
12658	From the regions of the Night, Coming with recovered sight-- From the spell of darkness free, What will Danenhower see?
12658	From what you''ve seen and heard, How can you doubt they do?
12658	Good for he''s old?
12658	Good friend, if any judge deserve your blame Have you no courage, or has he no name?
12658	Gravely the Saviour asked:"What did he do To make his impious assertion true?"
12658	Greed from exaction magically charmed?
12658	He who will never rise though rulers plods His liberties despising How is he manlier than the_ sans culottes_ Who''s always rising?
12658	How could her eyes, at rest themselves, be making In me so uncontrollable a shaking?
12658	How do you do?
12658	How do you yourself explain your dismal tendency to wander By the melancholy City of the Discontented Dead?"
12658	How shall I then make romances Mitigating circumstances?
12658	How- de- do?
12658	I equally despair, For what to me were hope without the passion?
12658	I hope I do n''t offend you, sweet, But are you sure that_ you''re_ discreet?
12658	I suppose If I stand in and you''re elected-- no?
12658	I''m safe?
12658	If I leave off_ this_ what will people say?
12658	If learning is no guide Why ought one to have been in college?
12658	In days o''''49 Did them thar eye- holes see the Southern Cross From the Antarctic Sea git up an''shine?
12658	Independent?
12658	Is it presumptuous, this counsel?
12658	Is laughter lost upon you quite, To check you in your pious rite?
12658	Is that what the physician said?
12658	JONESMITH(_ continuing to"seek the light"_): What''s this about old Impycu?
12658	JONESMITH: Who?
12658	Jealousy disarmed?
12658	LAWYER.--Eh?
12658	LAWYER.--Have you nothing more?
12658	Lady Minnow cocked her head:"Mister Picklepip,"she said,"Do you ever think to we d?"
12658	Luxurious habits no benefit bring To those who purvey the luxurious thing?
12658	Meanwhile the lark, descending, folds his wing And innocently asks:"What!--did I sing?"
12658	Merry or sad, what does it signify?
12658	Merry?
12658	Nanine, Nanine, what ails him That he should sing so ill?
12658	No good to accrue to Supply from a grand Progressive expansion, all round, of Demand?
12658	O doctor, doctor, how can I Amend my constitution?"
12658	O noble antagonists, answer me flat-- What would you do if you did n''t do that?
12658	O statesmen, what would you be at, With torches, flags and bands?
12658	O very remarkable mortal, What food is engaging your jaws And staining with amber their portal?
12658	One hundred and eleven years?
12658	Perhaps, you''ve brought the halters You used in the old days, When round religion''s altars You stabled Cromwell''s bays?
12658	Pray, good agrarians, what wrong requires Such foul redress?
12658	Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, Quem patronem rogaturus, Quum vix justus sit securus?
12658	SHAPES OF CLAY BY AMBROSE BIERCE AUTHOR OF"IN THE MIDST OF LIFE,""CAN SUCH THINGS BE?"
12658	Says Africa:"Tell me, delectable Pow''rs, What is it that ought to be mine?"
12658	Smoke?
12658	Smoke?
12658	Some asked:"Who was he?"
12658	Stealing?
12658	Still reeking of the gutter whence you sprung?
12658	Suppose that you With agony and difficulty do What I do easily-- what then?
12658	Suppose the act was not so overwise-- Suppose it was illegal-- Is''t well on such a question to arise And pinch the Eagle?
12658	That''s funny grog To ask a friend for, eh?
12658	The Bigot, with his candle, book and bell, Tongue- tied, unlunged and paralyzed as well?
12658	The South believed they did; ca n''t you allow For that opinion?
12658	The frown began to blacken on his brow, His hand to reach for"Whence?"
12658	The rascals?
12658	Then, turning from the scene away With a concerted shrug, will say:"H''m, Scarabaeus Sisyphus-- What interest has that to us?
12658	They perish-- what is that to thee?
12658	To who?"
12658	Upon his method will you wreak your wrath, Himself all unmolested in his path?
12658	WIFE_( briskly, waking up)_: With her?
12658	Was it you To which Long Mary took a mighty shine, An''throwed squar''off on Jake the Kangaroo?
12658	Was she less fair that she did bear So light a load of knowledge?
12658	Well, well, old Father Christmas, is it you, With your thick neck and thin pretense of virtue?
12658	What are your preferences made of?
12658	What business is''t of his, I''d like to know?
12658	What do you gain by cursing Nick For playing her such a scurvy trick?
12658	What gained I so?
12658	What he needs-- you know-- a"writ"-- Something, eh?
12658	What shall it be-- Marsala, Port or Sherry?
12658	What slew the Roman power?
12658	What though through long disuse''t is grown A trifle rusty?
12658	What wrecked the Roman power?
12658	What''s come of him?
12658	What''s here?
12658	What, madam, run for School Director?
12658	What, what?
12658	What?
12658	What?
12658	When legs like his declaim Who can misunderstand?
12658	Where are your staves and switches For men of gentle birth?
12658	Where now is my prominence, erstwhile in council conspicuous, patent?
12658	Where was I?
12658	Where was I?
12658	While we confirm eternally thy fame, Before our dread tribunal answer, here, Why do no statues celebrate thy name, No monuments thy services proclaim?
12658	Who do you Suppose''t was wrote it?
12658	Who goes there?"
12658	Who knows of a reformed reformer?
12658	Why ask me, Gastrogogue, to dine( Unless to praise your rascal wine) Yet never ask some luckless sinner Who needs, as I do not, a dinner?
12658	Why did not thy contemporaries rear To thee some schoolhouse or memorial college?
12658	Why does n''t he himself, eschewing fear, Publish a book or two, and so appear As one who has the right to be a critic?
12658	Why should you at a kind intention swear Like twenty Neroes?
12658	Why"merry"Christmas?
12658	Why, O, why did God create Such a curse and thrust it on us in our inoffensive state?
12658	Why, certainly, man, why not?
12658	Will Envy henceforth not retaliate For virtues it were vain to emulate?
12658	With Hales and Morgans on each side, How could a fool through lack of knowledge, Vote wrong?
12658	Yet now whose praises do the people bawl?
12658	You''ll make no bargains?
12658	You''re another sort, but you predict That your party''ll get consummately licked?"
12658	You?
12658	Your air and conversation Are a liberal education, And your clothes, including the metal hat And the brazen boots-- what''s that?
12658	Your chains for wit and worth?
12658	Your mask and dirk for riches?
12658	and"How?"
12658	and"Why?"
12658	count the effort labor lost When thy good angel holds the reed?
12658	give back the flags-- how can you care You veterans and heroes?
12658	him?
12658	imitate me, friend?
12658	inquires the ready scribe--"Who are the chiefs of the marauding tribe?"
12658	is there no law To punish men for pillage?"
12658	just a mug of blood?
12658	know you not we gods protest That all religion is a jest?
12658	one cried, With sobs of sorrow crammed;"No more?
12658	photograph in colors?
12658	the Woman cried;"Oh, why, Does slumber not benumb me?
12658	where do the critic''s rights begin Who has of literature some clear- cut notion, And hears a voice from Heaven say:"Pitch in"?
12658	where''s my kerchief?
12658	where_ are_ we drifting to?
12658	you a Senator-- you, Mike de Young?
12658	you laugh?
38475	''Are you a passenger?'' 38475 Are no gay islands found in these,"No sylvan worlds that Nature meant"To balance Asia''s vast extent?
38475	Are no gay islands found in these,No sylvan worlds, by Nature meant"To balance Asia''s vast extent?"
38475	Can we never be thought To have learning or grace Unless it be brought From that damnable place?
38475	What ails him? 38475 What is thy country, what thy calling, say,"Whence dost thou come, what potentate obey?
38475	Why else yon''comet blazing through the skies? 38475 Will you be so good as to read the inclosed Verses?
38475	Will you play, then, at whist?
38475	''Do you know him?''
38475	''Has avarice, with unfeeling breast,''Has cruelty thy soul possess''d?
38475	''Pray,''said I,''is it your custom to handcuff passengers?
38475	''twas sad to see him fret and chafe, While each enquir''d,"Sir, is the rum- cask safe?"
38475	***** Devoted mad man what inspired your rage, Who bade your foolish muse with us engage?
38475	1786._[ 134]"A lover gone away?"
38475	210 Shall other navies cross the stormy main?-- They may, but what shall awe the pride of Spain?
38475	360 91"Yes,"said the master workman,"noble Death,"Your coffin shall be strong-- that leave to me--"But who shall these your funeral dues discharge?
38475	39 Then why, my friends, for yonder senseless clay, That ne''er again befriends me, should I mourn?
38475	70"And why should thus thy woe disturb my rest?
38475	78"Even now, to glut thy devilish wrath, I see"From eastern realms a wasteful army rise: 310"Why else those lights that tremble in the north?
38475	Against a wind- mill would''st thou try thy might, Against a giant[146] would a pigmy fight?
38475	Against a windmill would you try your might, Against a castle would a pigmy fight?
38475	All in beams of light arrayed; And these cheering words she said: Fair Lucinda, come to me; What has grief to do with thee?
38475	An English forensic dispute on this question,''Does ancient poetry excel the modern?''
38475	And pass those glorious heroes by, who yet Breathe the same air and see the light with us?
38475	And should we now when spread thro''ev''ry shore, Submit to that our fathers shunn''d before?
38475	Are we so happy that they envy us?
38475	As nearer still the monarch drew( Her starry flag displayed to view) He asked a Triton of his train"What flag was this that rode the main?
38475	Britons of old renown''d, can they descend T''enslave their brethren in a foreign land?
38475	But who would listen to anything that was not rant and bombast?
38475	But why should I wander, and give him such pain?
38475	Can it be in reason found To be crazy for Love''s wound?
38475	Can they whom half the world admires, can they Be advocates for vile despotic sway?
38475	Do they portend approaching death, which tells I soon must hence my darksome journey go?
38475	EUGENIO But why alas commemorate the dead?
38475	For when the gen''ral deluge drown''d the world, Where could their tribes have found security?
38475	Has avarice, with unfeeling breast, Has cruelty thy soul possess''d?
38475	Have I been seen in borrowed clothes to shine, And, when detected, swear by Jove they''re mine?
38475	He goes to the battle!--and leaves me to mourn-- And tell me-- and tell me-- and will he return?
38475	Here in the 1779 version occur the following stanzas:"Why runs thy stream dejected to the main, O Hudson, Hudson, dreary, dull and slow?
38475	How could my heart, more hard than hardened steel, Laugh at the pangs that mangled captives feel?
38475	How shall we know their origin, how tell, From whence or where the Indian tribes arose?
38475	How will it sound, if men should chance to tell A drunken hero can compose so well?
38475	How would the world my fault display, What would censorious Sally[136] say?
38475	How, then, can a poet hope for success in a city where there are not three persons possessed of elegant ideas?"
38475	I love you-- have courted you long-- But find all my labours will end in a song!--"Will you play at all- fours?"
38475	I yielded just for peace-- ay, faith did I-- If this be sin, O tell me, reverend sage, What will, alas, become of guilty Gage?
38475	Laughs not the soul, when an imprison''d few Affect to pardon those they ca n''t subdue?
38475	Must conscience rack my bosom o''er the deep?
38475	Or must I onward to perdition go, With theft and murder to complete my woe?
38475	Poet, who thus dost rove, say, shall thou fear New Jordan''s stream prefigured by the old?
38475	Say then what cause this murd''rous band restrains?
38475	Say, shall we home for other succours send?
38475	Shall they, to every shore and clime renown''d, Enforce those acts that tyranny did found?
38475	Should we, just heaven, our blood and labour spent, Be slaves and minions to a parliament?
38475	Ten years the Greeks besieged the walls of Troy, But when did Grecians their own towns destroy?
38475	The muse of love in no request, I''ll try my fortune with the rest; Which of the nine shall I engage To suit the humor of the age?
38475	Then thus their chief the guilty man address''d,"Say, for what crime of thine are we distrest?
38475	Thrice are we drubb''d?--Pray gentles let me know, Whether it be the fault of fate or you?"
38475	What Heart but mourns the untimely fate of Wolf, Who dying conquer''d, or what breast but beats To share a fate like his, and die like him?
38475	What are all wars, where''er the marks you trace, But the sad records of our world''s disgrace?
38475	What are the arts that rise on Europe''s plan But arts destructive to the bliss of man?
38475	What bolder bard to Boston shall repair, To view the peevish, half- starved spectres there?
38475	What breast but kindles at the martial sound?
38475	What could avail America''s own sons?
38475	What could avail Britannia''s warlike troops, Choice spirits of her isle?
38475	What could thy slanderous pen with malice arm To injure him, who never did thee harm?
38475	What deep offence has fir''d a monarch''s rage, What moonstruck madness seized the brain of Gage?
38475	What deep offence has fired a monarch''s rage?
38475	What gibes, what sneers, reproaches, and what not?
38475	What heart but bleeds to feel its country''s wound?
38475	What is a Tory?
38475	What means this march of Washington and Lee?
38475	What modern poet have the muses led 25 To draw the curtain that conceals the dead?
38475	What moon- struck madness seized the brain of Gage?
38475	What oath, what oath, inform us if you can, Binds them to act below the worth of man?
38475	What strange blind monster does that name conceal?
38475	Where find their fate but in the ghastly deep?
38475	Where should he go?
38475	Who plans our schemes to pull Columbia[A] down?
38475	Who would not burn, Mac Swiggen to engage?
38475	Why did I stuff the epistolary page With vile invectives only worthy Gage?
38475	Why rest thy navies on their native hills?
38475	Why still a handmaid to that distant land?
38475	Why still subservient to their proud command?
38475	Why was I seated by my prince''s side, Honour''d, caress''d like some first peer of Spain?
38475	[ 119] Come, friar, help-- shall I recant and say I writ my letter on a drunken day?
38475	[ 128] Must you live in sorrows drowned For a lover under ground?
38475	[ 141]_ Thyrsis_ On this dismal, cloudy day,[142] In these fighting times, I say, Will you Yea, or will you Nay?
38475	[ 147] Have I from thee been urgent to attain The mean ideas of thy barren brain?
38475	[ 148] foe to honest fame,[149] Patron of dunces, and thyself the same, You dream of conquest-- tell me, how, or whence?
38475	[ 171] Say, who commands that dismal blaze, Where yonder starry streamer plays?
38475	_ Friar_ Why swells thy breast with such distressing woe?
38475	_ Gage_ Well said, but will this subtile reasoning stand?
38475	_ Leander_ But come, Eugenio, since we know the past-- What hinders to pervade with searching eye The mystic scenes of dark futurity?
38475	_ Traveller_ How shall I reach the vortex of this pile-- How shall I clamber up its shelving sides?
38475	become of Liberty?
38475	said Washington,''if we should retreat to the back parts of Pennsylvania, would the Pennsylvanians support us?''
38475	shall we never be from war released?
38475	the grim soldier stalks in quest of blood: What madness, heaven, has made Britannia frown?
38475	what inspir''d thy rage, Who bade thy foolish muse with me engage?
38475	why did I, when the fact was done, Deny it all to gallant Washington?
38475	why sustain these ills?
7796	Can lust give birth to love? 7796 ''mid musk Of the meads? 7796 And dare ye say he died forlorn? 7796 And when at home you read or knit,-- Who''ll know it was my hands that blotted The page?--or all your needles knotted? 7796 Are these her dreams? 7796 As sunbeams know, that urge the sap and pith Through hearts of trees? 7796 Because the wild- rose wears the blush That once made sweet her maidenhood, Its thought makes June of barren bush And empty wood? 7796 Did he too fear to be betrayed?-- What use for him? 7796 Have you heard her, forest bird? 7796 II Then I asked the forest bird, Warbling by the woodland waters; Saying,Dearest, have you heard?
7796	II What harlequin mood of nature qualified Him so with happiness?
7796	II Where now the blue wild iris?
7796	II Who is she who wanders alone, When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown?
7796	III Next I asked the evening sky, Hanging out its lamps of fire; Saying,"Loved one, passed she by?
7796	III What intimations made them wise, The mournful pine, the pleasant beech?
7796	IV Art trumpeter of Dwarfland?
7796	IV Where is she?
7796	IV Who is she who shudders by When the boughs blow bare and the dead leaves fly?
7796	In redbud brakes and flowery Acclivities of berry; In dogwood dingles, showery With white, where wrens make merry?
7796	In the pause of the thunder rolling low, A rifle''s answer-- who shall know From the wind''s fierce hurl and the rain''s black blow?
7796	Is it because the windflower apes The beauty that was once her brow, That the white memory of it shapes The April now?
7796	Now thy white arm, now thy hair, Glimpsed among the trees and brooks?
7796	Noëra, when gray gold And golden gray The crackling hollows fold By every way, Shall I thy face behold, Dear bit of May?
7796	One rose said to another:--"Whose Is this dim music?
7796	One whispered:"Did their step thrill through Your roots?"
7796	Or bell- ringer of Elfland?
7796	Or drifts of swarming cherry?
7796	Or in the valley''s vistaed glow, Past rocks of terraced trumpet vines, Shall I behold her coming slow, Sweet May, among the columbines?
7796	Or what is love, that seems of Earth, Yet wears God''s own divine regard?
7796	Or wild voice of the dying Year?
7796	Or, ere the stars beat burning tunes, Stains all the hollow edge of night With glory as of molten moons?
7796	SPRING ON THE HILLS Ah, shall I follow, on the hills, The Spring, as wild wings follow?
7796	She to whom both love and duty Bind me, yea, immortally.-- Where is she?
7796	Sleeps it still among its roses,-- Oldtime roses?
7796	So I applied myself to the cheapest and easiest means of depreciation, and asked,"Why do you always write Nature poems?
7796	Spirit, must I always fare, Following thy averted looks?
7796	Sweetheart?
7796	THE QUEST I First I asked the honeybee, Busy in the balmy bowers; Saying,"Sweetheart, tell it me: Have you seen her, honeybee?
7796	The vile and foul Be mother to beauty?
7796	These things are chaned-- but is her heart, her heart?"
7796	UNREQUITED Passion?
7796	V Was it her soul?
7796	VII And you ask again,--"Oh, where shall we ride, Now that the monster is slain, my bride?"
7796	VOYAGERS Where are they, that song and tale Tell of?
7796	Was it shadow?
7796	Was it sylvan?
7796	What devil''s work was here!--What jest For fiends to laugh at, demons hiss!-- To slay myself?
7796	What dream of heaven begets the light?
7796	What love can give the heart in me More hope and exaltation than The hand of light that tips the tree And beckons far from marts of man?
7796	What part, O man, is yours in such?
7796	What spell dost bear from listening plant to plant, Like some white witch, some ghostly ministrant, Some specter of some perished flower of phlox?
7796	When, by whom''Twas painted-- who shall say?
7796	Where all the blossoms that the wildwood knows?
7796	Where are the birds that thrilled the blood When Life struck hands with Love?
7796	Where the South''s Wild morning- glories, rich in hues, that hint At coming showers that the rainbows tint?
7796	Where the sweet- breathed mint, That made the brook- bank herby?
7796	Where wild- plum trees make wan the hills, Crabapple trees the hollow, Haunts of the bee and swallow?
7796	Who is it answers what is birth Or death, that nothing may retard?
7796	Who is it, who is it, who- o- o?"
7796	Who is it, who is it, who- o- o?"
7796	Who is it, who is it, who- o- o?"
7796	Why not Human Nature poems?"
7796	Why should we sit and sigh?
7796	Why should we sit and weep, And yearn with heavy eyelids still to sleep?
7796	With their sighs of silver and pearl?
7796	Within his knowledge, what one reads The poems written by the flowers?
7796	XVI The song birds-- are they flown away?
7796	You hold a blur; an undetermined glow Dislimns a daub.--"Restore?"
7796	ah, where is she?
7796	ah, where is she?
7796	and limbed him with Such young activity as winds, that ride The ripples, have, dancing on every side?
7796	did he mock me?
7796	does thy horn Inform the gnomes and goblins of the hour When they may gambol under haw and thorn, Straddling each winking web and twinkling flower?
7796	flowers whose mouths Are moist and musky?
7796	is it set On the hilltop still?
7796	lands our childhood knew?
7796	or is it that the breeze Pelts me with petals of the quince, and lifts The Balm- o''-Gilead buds?
7796	or the sapphire fire That sang like the note of a seraph''s lyre?
7796	soft and low,-- And did you know?
7796	softly there-- And did you care?
7796	song, that parts My crimson petals like the dews?"
7796	then, tell me why Should we be?
7796	was it faun?
7796	was it fay?-- Dim survivor of the day When Religion peopled streams, Woods and rocks with shapes like gleams,-- That invaded then my dreams?
7796	was it shape?
7796	while the choir Of the lonesome insects dozes: And the white moon, drifting higher, O''er its mossy roof reposes-- Sleeps it still among its roses?
7796	whose tall tower The liriodendron is?
39909	Ah, rogues, said he, ah, whither do ye run,Bent on the ruin of this antique pile--"That, all the war, has braved both sword and gun?
39909	Can they forget when, half afraid,The timorous Council[A] lent no aid;"But left them to the rogues that rob,"The tender mercies of the mob?
39909	Have we not, to our utmost, stroveThat Congress might not hence remove--"At dull debates no silence broke,"And walked on tip- toe while they spoke?
39909	The druids''oak and hermits''pineAfford a gloomy, sad delight;"But why that blush of health resign,"The mingled tint of red and white?
39909	To gain so fair a flower as you,( The Tar returned) who would not plead?
39909	What human eye, without dismay Can see torpedo- lightning''s play? 39909 What passion must that heart inspire That dives the sea, to deal in fire, What can he fear, I trembling ask Who undertakes the daring task?
39909	Who would refuse this cheering draught?
39909	( said the Saint) have I catch''d ye at last?
39909	("''Tis almost time to doubt the fact,)"By which this gabbling crew are bound"The nearest way to Nootka Sound?"
39909	-- Must not the wheels of fate go on?
39909	A swarm is arrived from the hives of the east, Determined to sap the republic''s foundation; And who is their leader, their scribe, and their priest?
39909	All this is heaven, I half suspect, And who would such a heaven neglect?
39909	Already you have scorch''d your wings: What courage, or what folly brings You, hovering near such blazing things?
39909	And have we lent thee wings To waft thy poison into Eutaw Springs?
39909	And have you had a foreign bribe?-- Then, why so lean?--shall we describe The leanness of your honest tribe?
39909	And must I all my fears impart; And do these guns my ship ensure?
39909	And must I ask my fluttering heart If on these decks I stand secure?
39909	And what but toil has your long service seen?
39909	And where will be the pretty maid That sweeps my floor and makes my bed?
39909	And who is to blame?
39909	Are the english cruisers near?
39909	Are these the men of English soul?
39909	Are these the ocean''s lords?
39909	Are they trampling on all sanctity; or what do they mean?
39909	Ask you what matter fills his various page?
39909	But I wanted----_ Genius._----Wanted what?
39909	But now, suppose the matter done, And her the element upon; What cause have we mad wars to wage Or join the quarrels of the age?
39909	Can we on such a kindred tear bestow?
39909	Do these, indeed, the waves control?
39909	Exists there a neutral where Britain has sway?
39909	For death and blood, with bold design, Who bids a hundred legions join?
39909	From distant traffic why expect The harvest of your toil?
39909	From your lodgings on the leaf Did you utter joy or grief--?
39909	Has manly prowess quit the abandon''d stage, Are midnight plots the order of the age?
39909	Haste away from town and farm: If we meet them, where''s the harm?
39909	Himself and his heroes are heroes indeed!-- In conquests, like this, can an englishman glory, One traitor among us, one Halifax tory?
39909	Ho, sailors give the ship a heel: Go, chaplain, to the starboard chains And ask the rascal what he means?
39909	How strike and stupefy the world?
39909	How will they scorch your auburn hair--?
39909	If doomed to wander on the coasts below, What are to them these floods of grief you shed?
39909	If reason no attention finds, What magic shall unite all minds?
39909	If war a patronage ensures That fifty thousand men procures, Is such a force to humble France?
39909	In the name of common sense how did the printers of the Connecticut Courant_ dare_ to act so_ irreverantly_ as to place the parody before the psalm?
39909	In this mysterious scene of things There must be laws or who could live?
39909	Is it a crime to shade the dead?
39909	Is there no way to coax a fight And gratify some men of might?
39909	Is this the general taste?
39909	Louis insults with chains no more,-- Then why thus wear a clouded brow, When every manly heart is glad?
39909	Mais quels cris viennent de nos fetes Troubler les chants majestueux?
39909	Must man at that tribunal bow Which will no range to thought allow, But his best powers would sway or sink, And idly tells him what to Think?
39909	Must systems, still, of monstrous birth, Enslave mankind, deform this earth?
39909	Must these, like common trees, be bled?
39909	No church was made for Cupid''s trade; Then why these arts of ogling here?
39909	ODD''S fish and blood, and noun and neuter, And tenses present, past and future: I utter''d with a wicked sigh, Where are my brains, or where am I?
39909	ON POLITICAL SERMONS When parsons preach on politics, pray why Should declamation cease, if you go by?
39909	ON THE ABUSE OF HUMAN POWER As exercised over opinion[189] What human power shall dare to bind The mere opinions of the mind?
39909	ON THE WAR PATRONS, 1798[156] Weary of peace, and warm for war, Who first will mount the iron car?
39909	Of northern pine her floors were made, A carpet on the boards was spread; And who shall dare this floor prophane, Which Nancy keeps without a stain?
39909	Or the sons of those of old Cast in nature''s rudest mould,-- Dear Virginia, can it be?
39909	Or, to the omnipotent allied, Control his heaven, or join his side?
39909	Prevent his warm reviving ray, Or shade the influence of the day?
39909	Quel demon porte sur nos tetes La nuit, le tonnerre, et les feux?
39909	Say, Captain Hillyer, say?
39909	Shall it fall to their lot To be basely forgot?
39909	Shall these succeed?
39909	Shall they, who spring from parent earth, Pretend to more than mortal birth?
39909	She speaks, she moves with all attracting grace, And smiles display the angel on the face; Her aspect all, what female would not share?
39909	Supposing George''s house at Kew Were burnt,( as we intend to do,) Would that be burning England too?
39909	TO AN ANGRY ZEALOT[61][ In Answer to Sundry Virulent Charges] If of Religion I have made a sport, Then why not cite me to the Bishop''s Court?
39909	Tell me, what did Caty do?
39909	Tell me, where your waters go, Purling as they downward flow?
39909	That friendship to all nations due, And taught by reason to pursue, That love, which should the world combine, To country, why do we confine?
39909	The Phoebe mounted forty- nine-- All thought her on some grand design-- Does she alone the fight decline?
39909	The Yorker asks-- but asks in vain--"What demon bids them''move again?
39909	The haughty prince that England owns, To make more room for royal sons, Has given the hint, I would suspect-- And are you one of his Elect?
39909	The nymph, who boasts no borrowed charms, Whose sprightly wit my fancy warms; What tho''she tends this country inn, And mixes wine, and deals out gin?
39909	Then why these sobs, these useless floods of woe, That vainly flow for the departed dead?
39909	Thence came a book( where came it but from thence?)
39909	There commerce breeds no foreign war; At home they find their wants supplied, And ask, why nations come so far To seek superfluous stores?
39909	They kill''d a goose, they kill''d a hen, Three hogs they wounded in a pen-- They dash''d away, and pray what then?
39909	Thou, stranger, from a distant shore,[A] Where fetter''d men their rights avow, Why on this joyous day so sad?
39909	To fight her legions, near the Rhine, Or England''s force in Holland join?
39909	To shew our pity for their short- liv''d reign What shall we do, or how express our pain?
39909	Twas thus Miranda play''d his game; But who with him should share the blame?
39909	Was trash, like that we now review, The tribute to your valor due?
39909	Was, Washington, your conquering sword Condemn''d to such a base reward?
39909	We grieve to see such pens profane The first of chiefs, the first of men.-- To Washington-- a man-- who died, As_ abba father_ well applied?
39909	Were these bleach''d bones the trophies he admired?
39909	What do I hear?
39909	What next, will policy contrive To bid the days of war arrive: Is there no way to pick a quarrel, And deck the martial brow with laurel?
39909	What shall we do?
39909	What will they do to avow their grief?
39909	What youth but worship, with a mind so fair?
39909	When dust to dust returns Does power, or wealth, attend the dead; Are captives from the contest led-- Is homage paid to urns?
39909	Where mounted guns the porte secure, The cannon at the embrasure, Will british fleets attempt to moor?
39909	Where will I be, and all my men?
39909	Who bears the brunt, or pays the bill?
39909	Who can their fire endure?
39909	Who first appear, to shield the Stars, Who foremost, take the field of Mars?
39909	Who now will rouse our youth to arms Should war approach to curse mankind?
39909	Who now will save our shores from harms, The task to him so long assign''d?
39909	Who shall repulse the hireling host, Who force them back through snow and frost, Who swell the lake with thousands lost, Dear freedom?
39909	Who so base to be a slave?
39909	Who would be a traitor knave?
39909	Who would fill a coward''s grave?
39909	Whose fame on the earth has encircled it round And spreads from the pole to the line?
39909	Why all these hints of menace, dark and sad, What is my crime, that thus Ap- Shenkin raves?
39909	Why continue to complain?
39909	Why did you not with Tories join To hold the British king divine-- And all his mandates very fine?
39909	Will these against her arms advance?
39909	Would that be conquering London town?
39909	Would that subvert the english throne, Or bring the royal system down?
39909	Would you dear freedom sacrifice, Bid navies on the ocean rise, Be bound by military laws, And all, to aid a tyrant''s cause?
39909	Would you, so late from fetters freed, Join party in so base a deed?
39909	Ye patrons of the ranting strain, What temples have been rent in twain?
39909	Yet, nature must her circle run-- Can they arrest the rising sun?
39909	You ask me, where those numerous hosts have fled That once existed on this changeful ball?
39909	[ 199] 1809 But will they once more be engaged in a war, Be fated to discord again?
39909	[ A] Queris quo loco jaceant omnes mortui?
39909	and will that sun Continue, still, his race to run O''er scenes that he must blush to see Disorder, chains, and tyranny?
39909	but Memory still recalls"The Day, when ruffians scaled their walls--"Sovereigns besieged by angry men,"Mere prisoners in the town of Penn?
39909	but should all shame forsake, And gratitude her exit make, Could you, as thousands say you can, Desert the common cause of man?
39909	how find relief?
39909	is all sympathy a jest; Art thou a stranger to the human breast?
39909	let tragic story tell While sad sensations in the bosom swell-- What were the effects?
39909	stay on shore: Why would you meet old Ocean''s roar?
39909	tell me how?-- Tell me not, or tell me now, Can you wield the bolts of Jove, Seize the lightnings from above?
39909	thy honored dust The foe will not profane, we trust; Or if they do, will vengeance sleep, Or fail to drive them to the deep?
39909	too near thy tomb?-- Are they those who, long before, Came to subjugate this shore?-- Are they those whom he repell''d, Captured, or imprison''d held?
39909	was I not among the first"Who did my name on paper trust,"To help this Journalist accursed?
39909	who contrived the word?
39909	why does vengeance sleep?
39909	why half neglect The culture of your soil?
39909	why that scream of death?
39909	will you control such views?
39909	would you conspire To extinguish this increasing fire?
39909	you decide, who are in Galen read-- Take Boorhaave''s, if you please-- whatever system--( Why are men such that doctors can enlist''em?)
16436	And is mine one?
16436	And will it, truly?
16436	Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse,Said Lady Clare,"that ye speak so wild?"
16436	But what good came of it at last?
16436	Canst hear,said one,"the broken roar?
16436	Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?
16436	Excuse the liberty I take,Modestus said, with archness on his brow,"Pray, why did not your father make A gentleman of you?"
16436	His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
16436	Is n''t this Joseph''s son?
16436	Nay now, what faith?
16436	Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?
16436	Now, art thou a bachelor, stranger?
16436	Or has your good woman, if one you have, In Cornwall ever been? 16436 Shall we fight or shall we fly?
16436	Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?
16436	What is the use of life?
16436	What shall I say, brave Admiral, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?
16436	Where are you going, and what do you wish?
16436	Who planted this old apple- tree?
16436	You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes?
16436	Young man,he said,"by what art, craft, or trade, Did your good father gain a livelihood?"
16436	--But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these-- A captain?
16436	A child said,"_ What is the grass?_"fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?
16436	A child said,"_ What is the grass?_"fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?
16436	A lieutenant?
16436	A mate-- first, second, third?
16436	An Irish liar''s bandage, or an English coward''s shirt?
16436	And a day less or more At sea or ashore, We die-- does it matter when?
16436	And didst thou visit him no more?
16436	And then one wakes, and where am I?
16436	And when I goes home to my missus, says she,"Are ye wanting your key?"
16436	And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle''s confusion A home and a country should leave us no more?
16436	And with flow at full beside?
16436	And"What mockery or malice have we here?"
16436	Are there three or four pleasing poems and are all the rest put in to fill up the book?
16436	Are you bought by English gold?
16436	Are you cowards, fools, or rogues?
16436	Brave Admiral, say but one word; What shall we do when hope is gone?"
16436	Bright jewels of the mine?
16436	Burn the fleet and ruin France?
16436	But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand,"Is n''t God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?"
16436	Can Honour''s voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt''ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
16436	Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
16436	Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay?
16436	Children dear, was it yesterday( Call yet once) that she went away?
16436	Children dear, was it yesterday?
16436	Children dear, was it yesterday?
16436	Children dear, were we long alone?
16436	Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?"
16436	Did ye not hear it?
16436	Do they hear their father sigh?
16436	Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
16436	Does the tempest cry"Halt"?
16436	Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold; And to the presence in the room he said,"What writest thou?"
16436	Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
16436	For some were sunk and many were shatter''d, and so could fight us no more-- God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before?
16436	Frets doubt the maw- cramm''d beast?
16436	Has the rain wrecked the road?
16436	Have you been to Woodstock, near Oxford, England?
16436	Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
16436	Have you practised so long to learn to read?
16436	Have you reckoned a thousand acres much?
16436	He called aloud,"Say, father, say If yet my task is done?"
16436	He laugh''d a laugh of merry scorn: He turn''d and kiss''d her where she stood:"If you are not the heiress born?
16436	Hope ye mercy still?
16436	How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?
16436	How could I tell That ere the worm within its shell Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread, My little Mädchen would be dead?
16436	How much of it can you repeat from memory?
16436	I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song?
16436	I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For are we not God''s children both, Thou, little sandpiper, and I?
16436	I doubtna, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then?
16436	I hear the church- bells ring, O say, what may it be?"
16436	I hear the sound of guns, O say, what may it be?"
16436	I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?"
16436	I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace?
16436	In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far- off sound of a silver bell?
16436	In there came old Alice the nurse; Said:"Who was this that went from thee?"
16436	Is it love the lying''s for?
16436	Is the torrent in spate?
16436	Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a''that?
16436	Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And marked their ways upon the ancient deep?
16436	Jon, do you remember when you used to spout"Pibroch of Donald Dhu"?
16436	Knowst thou what wove yon woodbird''s nest Of leaves and feathers from her breast?
16436	Laddie, aged eleven, do you remember how you studied and recited"King Henry of Navarre"every poetry hour for a year?
16436	Laddie, do you recollect learning this poem after we had read the story of"Odysseus"?
16436	Little Laddie, do you remember learning"The Wind and the Moon"?
16436	Must we borrow a clout from the Boer-- to plaster anew with dirt?
16436	My father''s trade?
16436	My friends-- do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me?
16436	Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sigh''d,"Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?"
16436	Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?"
16436	Now, who shall arbitrate?
16436	O masters, lords, and rulers in all lands, How will the future reckon with this Man?
16436	O masters, lords, and rulers in all lands, Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul- quenched?
16436	O why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
16436	Oh, let us be married,--too long we have tarried,-- But what shall we do for a ring?"
16436	Old year, we''ll dearly rue for you: What is it we can do for you?
16436	Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell?
16436	Or how the sacred pine- tree adds To her old leaves new myriads?
16436	Or, is insensibility justifiable?
16436	PREFACE Is this another collection of stupid poems that children can not use?
16436	Pitying, I dropped a tear; But I saw a glow- worm near, Who replied,"What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night?
16436	Pray, why did not your father make A saddler, sir, of you?"
16436	Quoth he:"The she- wolf''s litter Stand savagely at bay; But will ye dare to follow, If Astur clears the way?"
16436	Saw the moon rise from the water Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw the flecks and shadows on it, Whispered,"What is that, Nokomis?"
16436	Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered,"What is that, Nokomis?"
16436	Should not the dove so white Follow the sea- mew''s flight?
16436	Slave of the wheel of labour, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?
16436	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
16436	That gave you a great deal of pleasure, did n''t it?
16436	That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o''er land and sea-- And wouldst thou hew it down?
16436	The Wind he took to his revels once more; On down, In town, Like a merry- mad clown, He leaped and hallooed with whistle and roar--"What''s that?"
16436	The main idea in"The Lotos- Eaters"is, are we justified in running away from unpleasant duties?
16436	Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leaped on board:"Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?"
16436	There were men with hoary hair, Amid that pilgrim band; Why had_ they_ come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land?
16436	They sayde,"And why should this thing be?
16436	Thou, heaven''s consummate cup, what need''st thou with earth''s wheel?
16436	To man, propose this test-- Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?
16436	To what warm shelter canst thou fly?
16436	Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdain''d, Right?
16436	Was he devil or man?
16436	Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack?
16436	Was there a man dismay''d?
16436	We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty- three?"
16436	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
16436	Wha for Scotland''s King and law Freedom''s sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa''?
16436	Wha sae base as be a slave?
16436	Wha will be a traitor knave?
16436	What are tempests to him?
16436	What danger lowers by land or sea?
16436	What fields, or waves, or mountains?
16436	What have you to confide in me?
16436	What is he but a brute Whose flesh has soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play?
16436	What is home?
16436	What is so rare as a day in June?
16436	What is the Flag of England?
16436	What is the Flag of England?
16436	What is the Flag of England?
16436	What is the Flag of England?
16436	What is the voice I hear On the winds of the western sea?
16436	What love of thine own kind?
16436	What matter if I stand alone?
16436	What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer?"
16436	What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?
16436	What plant we in this apple- tree?
16436	What plant we in this apple- tree?
16436	What plant we in this apple- tree?
16436	What shall the tasks of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears Of those who live when length of years Is wasting this apple- tree?
16436	What shapes of sky or plain?
16436	What sought they thus afar?
16436	What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
16436	What thou art we know not; What is most like thee?
16436	What though the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves Around thy base, no longer pause and press?
16436	What though, about thy rim, Scull- things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress?
16436	What was done-- what to do?
16436	What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river?
16436	What''s the mercy despots feel?
16436	When can their glory fade?
16436	When did music come this way?
16436	When he heard the owls at midnight, Hooting, laughing in the forest,"What is that?"
16436	When will I hear de banjo tumming, Down in my good old home?
16436	When will I see de bees a- humming All round de comb?
16436	Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
16436	Who has done his day''s work?
16436	Who is this that lights the wigwam?
16436	Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
16436	Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
16436	Who said,"The foot of baby Might tempt an angel''s kiss"?
16436	Who will soonest be through with his supper?
16436	Who wishes to walk with me?
16436	Who would not be proud to have had such a home as Ann Hathaway''s humble cottage or one of the little huts in the Lake District?
16436	Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
16436	Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
16436	Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?"
16436	Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
16436	Why do n''t I mark it?
16436	Why dost thou stay, and turn away?
16436	Why should the vest on him allure, Which I could not on me endure?
16436	Why, blockhead, are you mad?
16436	Will the boy who took every poetry hour for a whole school year to learn"Henry of Navarre"ever regret it, or will the children who listened to it?
16436	Will they ever forget it?
16436	Will they look hopelessly through this volume for poems that suit them?
16436	Will they say despairingly,"This is too long,"and"That is too hard,"and"I do n''t like that because it is not interesting"?
16436	Will ye give it up to slaves?
16436	Will ye look for greener graves?
16436	Will ye to your homes retire?
16436	Winds of the World, give answer?
16436	With his great eyes lights the wigwam?
16436	Would not they feel their children tread, With clanging chains, above their head?
16436	Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?"
16436	are ye comin''ben?
16436	cries Hervé Riel:"Are you mad, you Malouins?
16436	do they cry?
16436	does your Highland laddie dwell?
16436	have you reckon''d the earth much?
16436	he cried, in terror;"What is that,"he said,"Nokomis?"
16436	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair,-- A tress of golden hair, A drownèd maiden''s hair, Above the nets at sea?
16436	is your Highland laddie gone?
16436	must I stay?"
16436	questioned she-- Her laughing lips and eager eyes All in a sparkle of surprise--"And shall your little Mädchen see?"
16436	quoth false Sextus;"Will not the villain drown?
16436	say, does that star- spangled banner yet wave O''er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?
16436	straight he saith"Where is my wife, Elizabeth?"
16436	the very stars are gone; Speak, Admiral, what shall I say?"
16436	was that Thy answer From the horror round about?
16436	was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our Sovereign Lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre?
16436	what ignorance of pain?
16436	where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face?
16436	where was he?
16436	who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
941	What is it?
941	What of Abe Lincoln?
941	What of Ben Franklin? 941 Wool gathering, were you?"
941	Would you believe I got a three For this hole-- yesterday?
941	Would you say That he was much richer than you are to- day? 941 Your boss?"
941	Ai n''t it good when life seems dreary And your hopes about to end, Just to feel the handclasp cheery Of a fine old loyal friend?
941	Am I making the most of the red And the bright strands of luminous gold?
941	Am I picturing life as despair, As a thing men shall shudder to see, Or weaving a bit that is fair That shall stand as the record of me?
941	Am I working with gray threads of gloom?
941	And I think as I toil to express My life through the days slipping by, Shall my tapestry prove a success?
941	And as I wandered on, I thought, Oh, shall I lonely be When time has powdered white my hair, And left his mark on me?
941	And to myself I say,"Who knows but here''s another Ben?"
941	And yet, my friend, who envies you?
941	Are there diamonds enough in the mines of earth To equal your dreams of that youngster''s worth?
941	Bud Who is it lives to the full every minute, Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it?
941	Can it be that you really know That beyond your youth there are joy and ruth, On the way that you soon must go?
941	Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
941	Can you turn from joys that you like a lot?
941	Could a monarch pay You silver and gold in so large a sum That you''d have him blinded or stricken dumb?
941	Curly Locks Curly locks, what do you know of the world, And what do your brown eyes see?
941	Curly locks, what do you know of the world And what do you see in the skies?
941	Do you know of the sorrow and pain that lie In the realms that you''ve never seen?
941	Does God forget the daisies Because the roses bloom?
941	Friends Ai n''t it fine when things are going Topsy- turvy and askew To discover someone showing Good old- fashioned faith in you?
941	Has your baby mind been able to find One thread of the mystery?
941	Have you even guessed of the great unrest In the world where you''ve never been?
941	Have you ever tested yourself to know How far with yourself your will can go?
941	How much grit do you think you''ve got?
941	How much would you take in exchange for all The joy that is wrapped in that youngster small?
941	How much would you take, if you had the choice, Never to hear, in this world, his voice?
941	I stopped to speak with him awhile;"Oh, tell me, Grandpa, pray,"I said,"why do you work so hard Throughout the livelong day?
941	I wonder sometimes if we had A little girl or little lad, If life with all its fret and fuss Would then seem so monotonous?"
941	If all our finest deeds are done, And all our splendor''s in the past; If there''s no battle to be won, What matter if to- day''s our last?
941	If the dear ones who gather about him And know what he''s striving to do Have never a reason to doubt him, Is he less successful than you?
941	Is life so sweet that we would live Though nothing back to life we give?
941	Is there faith in the figures I seize?
941	Is there money enough in the world to- day To buy your boy?
941	Life has its ups and downs, I know, But tell me why should people say Whenever after fish I go:"You should have been here yesterday"?
941	Must I a day late always be?
941	Now grief with its consequent tear, Now joy with its luminous smile; The days are the threads of the year-- Is what I am weaving worth while?
941	On Quitting How much grit do you think you''ve got?
941	Or blotting them out with the thread By which all men''s failure is told?
941	Or shall I be, when age is mine, Lonely and useless too?
941	Out of the crucible shall there not come Joy undefiled when we pour off the scum?
941	Questions Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?
941	Shall my bit of tapestry please?
941	Shall you not win His praises By toiling at your loom?
941	Suppose that his body were racked with pain, How much would you pay for his health again?
941	The Other Fellow Whose luck is better far than ours?
941	There''s no disgrace in being broke, Unless it''s due to flying high; Though poverty is not a joke, The only thing that counts is"why?"
941	Was the world against him?
941	Was the world against him?"
941	Well, which does the most of your time employ, The chase for gold-- or that splendid boy?
941	What pattern have I on my loom?
941	What sort of a weaver am I?
941	What wonderful thoughts are you thinking now?
941	What''s one mouth more at any board Though costly be the fare?
941	When my fingers are lifeless and cold, And the threads I no longer can weave Shall there be there for men to behold One sign of the things I believe?
941	When not a nibble comes my way Must someone always say to me:"We caught a bunch here yesterday"?
941	When you solemnly stare at the world out there Can you see where the future lies?
941	Who Is Your Boss?
941	Who answers his growling with laughter and tries His patience by lifting the lids of his eyes?
941	Who can cure every ache that we know, by his smile?
941	Who climbs over fences and clambers up trees, And scrapes all the skin off his shins and his knees?
941	Who fills the place we think we''d like?
941	Who gets the best seats at the show?
941	Who has more time than we to play?
941	Who is center of all that we dream of and plan, Our baby to- day but to- morrow our man?
941	Who is it springs into bed with a leap And thinks it is queer that his dad wants to sleep?
941	Who is it thinks life is but laughter and play And does n''t know care is a part of the day?
941	Who is it wakes with a shout of delight, And comes to our room with a smile that is bright?
941	Who is it, when we mourn, seems gay?
941	Who is prince to his mother and king to his dad And makes us forget that we ever were sad?
941	Who is reckless of stockings and heedless of shoes?
941	Who is the man who seems to get Most joy in life, with least regret, Who always seems to win his bet?
941	Who jumps in the air and then lands with a thud On his poor daddy''s stomach?
941	Who laughs at a tumble and grins at a bruise?
941	Who never seems to feel the woe, The anguish and the pain we know?
941	Who seems to leave us all behind?
941	Who seems to miss the thorns we find?
941	Who sighs because he thinks that he Would infinitely happier he, If he could be like you or me?
941	Who sometimes comes home all bespattered with blood That was drawn by a fall?
941	Who thinks he gathers only rue?
941	Whom do we envy, day by day?
941	Whom does good fortune always strike?
941	Whose road seems always lined with flowers?
941	Will little children round me play, Shall I have work to do?
941	With the sun in my face And the roses to grace The roads that I travel, what have I to fear?
941	Would you give up the hours that he''s on your knee The richest man in the world to be?
941	Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold?
941	Would you take a fortune and never see The man, in a few brief years, he''ll be?
941	Yet, who is it makes all our toiling worth while?
941	You may stand to trouble and keep your grin, But have you tackled self- discipline?
941	Your hair is gray, your back is bent, With weight of years oppressed; This is the evening of your life-- Why do n''t you sit and rest?"
19316	''But when won the coming battle, What of profit springs therefrom?
19316	''Know''st thou not me?''
19316	''Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come?''
19316	''My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, And wha will dare this deed avow?
19316	''O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the King of me, To send us out at this time o''year To sail upon the sea?
19316	''O where will I get a gude sailor To tak''my helm in hand, Till I gae up to the tall topmast To see if I can spy land?''
19316	''Shall we fight or shall we fly?
19316	''Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?''
19316	''There the breach lies for passage, the ladder to scale; And your hands on your sabres, and how should ye fail?
19316	''What if,''mid the cannons''thunder, Whistling shot and bursting bomb, When my brothers fall around me, Should my heart grow cold and numb?''
19316	''Whence flies your sloop full sail before so fierce a gale, When all others drive bare on the seas?
19316	''Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi''a''your ladders lang and hie?''
19316	''Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?''
19316	''Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?''
19316	''Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?''
19316	''Why trespass ye on the English side?
19316	''With the exception of the choral lines-- And shall Trelawney die?
19316	--What forms are these coming So white through the gloom?
19316	--Whose praise do they mention?
19316	A Lieutenant?
19316	A Mate-- first, second, third?
19316	Am I bidding for glory''s roll?
19316	An Irish liar''s bandage, or an English coward''s shirt?
19316	And a day less or more At sea or ashore, We die-- does it matter when?
19316	And as we crossed the''Bateable Land, When to the English side we held, The first o''men that we met wi'', Whae suld it be but fause Sakelde?
19316	And forgotten that the bold Buccleuch Can back a steed or shake a spear?
19316	And forgotten that the bold Buccleuch Is keeper here on the Scottish side?
19316	And have they e''en ta''en him, Kinmont Willie, Withouten either dread or fear?
19316	And have they fixed the where and when?
19316	And have they ta''en him, Kinmont Willie, Against the truce of Border tide?
19316	And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
19316	And shall Trelawny die?
19316	And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
19316	And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand?
19316	And when we cam''to the lower prison, Where Willie o''Kinmont he did lie:''O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou''s to die?''
19316	And where are they?
19316	And''Will the churls last out till we Have duly hardened bones and thews For scouring leagues of swamp and sea Of braggart mobs and corsair crews?''
19316	And,''What mockery or malice have we here?''
19316	Are you bought by English gold?
19316	Are you cowards, fools, or rogues?
19316	Bright jewels of the mine?
19316	Burn the fleet and ruin France?
19316	But O my Country''s wintry state What second spring shall renovate?
19316	But Sohrab looked upon the horse and said:''Is this, then, Ruksh?
19316	But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these--A Captain?
19316	But were those heroes living And strong for battle still, Would Mehrab Khan or Rustum Have climbed, like these, the hill?''
19316	But, with a cold, incredulous voice he said:''What prate is this of fathers and revenge?
19316	Can it be changed by a man''s belief?
19316	Can such delights be in the street And open fields, and we not see''t?
19316	Can this be he, That heroic, that renowned, Irresistible Samson?
19316	Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France?
19316	Come they from Scythian wilds afar Our blood to spill?
19316	Could I believe in those hard old times, Here in this safe luxurious age?
19316	Did He who made the lamb make thee?
19316	Dost thou answer to my kiss?
19316	Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it passed away?''
19316	ENVOY Gloriana!--the Don may attack us Whenever his stomach be fain; He must reach us before he can rack us,... And where are the galleons of Spain?
19316	Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east, Above an hour since, yet you not drest, Nay, not so much as out of bed?
19316	Fond impious man, think''st thou yon sanguine cloud, Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day?
19316	For some were sunk and many were shattered, and so could fight us no more-- God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before?
19316	He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?
19316	He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
19316	He is the Reaper, and binds the sheaf, Shall not the season its order keep?
19316	Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance and horse to horse?
19316	Here stand I on the ocean''s brink, Who hath brought news of the further shore?
19316	How shall I cross it?
19316	How they hae ta''en bold Kinmont Willie, On Haribee to hang him up?
19316	I fondly dream''Had ye been there,''... for what could that have done?
19316	I shall be murdered and clean forgot; Is it a bargain to save my soul?
19316	IS LIFE WORTH LIVING?
19316	If our colours are struck and the fighting done?
19316	If thou regrett''st thy youth,_ why live?_ The lad of honourable death Is here: up to the field, and give Away thy breath!
19316	In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
19316	In what furnace was thy brain?
19316	Is it love the lying''s for?
19316	Is life worth living?
19316	Is that sign the proper sign Of Rustum''s son, or of some other man''s?''
19316	Is the sable warrior fled?
19316	Let me entreat for them; what have they done?
19316	Millions of harvests still to reap; Will God reward, if I die for a creed, Or will He but pity, and sow more seed?
19316	Must we borrow a clout from the Boer-- to plaster anew with dirt?
19316	Must_ we_ but blush?
19316	Must_ we_ but weep o''er days more blest?
19316	Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?''
19316	O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
19316	O have ye na heard o''the keen Lord Scroope?
19316	O is my basnet a widow''s curch?
19316	O thinkna ye my heart was sair When my love dropt down, and spak''nae mair?
19316	O, when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry?
19316	Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
19316	On what wings dare he aspire?
19316	Once more he cried,''The judgment, Good friends, is wise and true, But though the red_ be_ given, Have we not more to do?
19316	Or answer by the Border law?
19316	Or answer to the bold Buccleuch?''
19316	Or canst thou break that heart of his Whase only faut is loving thee?
19316	Or do my eyes misrepresent?
19316	Or my lance a wand of the willow- tree?
19316	Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?
19316	Out then spake an aged Moor In these words the king before,''Wherefore call on us, O King?
19316	Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses?
19316	Quoth he,''The she- wolf''s litter Stands savagely at bay: But will ye dare to follow, If Astur clears the way?''
19316	Reach the mooring?
19316	Sail or sink, One thing is sure, I return no more; Shall I find haven, or aye shall I be Tossed in the depths of a shoreless sea?
19316	Say ye, Oh gallant Hillmen, For these, whose life has fled, Which is the fitting colour, The green one or the red?''
19316	Say, come ye from the shore of the holy Salvador, Or the gulf of the rich Caribbees?''
19316	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o''lang syne?
19316	So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
19316	Speak not for those a separate doom Whom fate made Brothers in the tomb; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen?''
19316	Strange as night in a strange man''s sight, Though fair as dawn it be: For what is here that a stranger''s cheer Should yet wax blithe to see?
19316	The Colonel''s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle- end,''Ye have taken the one from a foe,''said he;''will ye take the mate from a friend?''
19316	The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born?
19316	The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
19316	Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board;''Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?''
19316	Then up and spoke the Colonel''s son that led a troop of the Guides:''Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?''
19316	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band; Why had_ they_ come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land?
19316	Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
19316	To turn the rein were sin and shame, To fight were wondrous peril: What would ye do now, Roland Cheyne, Were ye Glenallan''s Earl?''
19316	Veterans steeled To face the King of Terrors mid the scaith Of many an hurricane and trenchèd field?
19316	Was it all real as that I lay there Lazily stretched on my easy- chair?
19316	We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty- three?''
19316	We''ll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay, With"one and all,"and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay?
19316	Wear they the livery of the Czar?
19316	Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neæra''s hair?
19316	Were the horrors invented to season rhymes, Or truly is man so fierce in his rage?
19316	What checks the fiery soul of James?
19316	What collared hound of lawless sway, To famine dear, What pensioned slave of Attila, Leads in the rear?
19316	What could I suffer, and what could I dare?
19316	What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?''
19316	What does he but soften Heart alike and pen?
19316	What field of all the civil war, Where his were not the deepest scar?
19316	What garments out- glistening The gold- flowered broom?
19316	What if conquest, subjugation, Even greater ills become?''
19316	What is the Flag of England?
19316	What is the Flag of England?
19316	What is the Flag of England?
19316	What is the Flag of England?
19316	What may mean this gathering?''
19316	What may not others fear If thus he crowns each year?
19316	What may not then our isle presume While victory his crest does plume?
19316	What need they?
19316	What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer?''
19316	What powerful call shall bid arise The buried warlike and the wise; The mind that thought for Britain''s weal, The hand that grasped the victor steel?
19316	What recks it them?
19316	What should I do with slaying any more?
19316	What sought they thus afar?
19316	What strings symphonious tremble in the air, What strains of vocal transport round her play?
19316	What sweet- breathing presence Out- perfumes the thyme?
19316	What the anvil?
19316	What the hammer?
19316	What the hand dare seize the fire?
19316	What will that grief, what will that vengeance be?
19316	What would I burn for, and whom not spare?
19316	What''s the soft South- wester?
19316	What''vails the vain knight- errant''s brand?
19316	What, silent still?
19316	When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see?
19316	Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o''er the head of your loved Lycidas?
19316	Where''s now their victor vaward wing, Where Huntly, and where Home?
19316	Who can over- ride you?
19316	Who doth not lift his voice, and say,''Life is worth living still''?
19316	Who knows but that great Allah May grudge such matchless men, With none so decked in heaven, To the fiends''flaming den?''
19316	Who were those Heroes?
19316	Why dost thou stay, and turn away?
19316	Why stayest thou here?
19316	Why?
19316	Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
19316	Would the talkers be talking?
19316	Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?
19316	XXIX KINMONT WILLIE THE CAPTURE O have ye na heard o''the fause Sakelde?
19316	You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
19316	You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave?
19316	_ Burns._ XLIII THE GOAL OF LIFE Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
19316	_ Campbell._ LXVIII BATTLE SONG Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark; What then?
19316	_ Scott._ LIX THE OMNIPOTENT''Why sitt''st thou by that ruined hall, Thou agèd carle so stern and grey?
19316	_ Whitman._ CI A SEA- FIGHT Would you hear of an old- time sea- fight?
19316	_ William Morris._ CXIV IS LIFE WORTH LIVING Is life worth living?
19316	and silent all?
19316	and what dread feet?
19316	and where art thou, My country?
19316	cries Hervé Riel:''Are you mad, you Malouins?
19316	must I stay?''
19316	no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- would they continue?
19316	of thine, England, maiden immortal, laden with charge of life and with hopes divine?
19316	on thy airy brow, Since England gains the pass the while, And struggles through the deep defile?
19316	or how shalt fear take hold of thy heart?
19316	or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
19316	quoth false Sextus;''Will not the villain drown?
19316	say''st thou nothing?
19316	that his Greatness should lack us!-- But where are the galleons of Spain?
19316	what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd''s trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
19316	what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
19316	what is this Lieth there so cold?
19316	what solemn scenes on Snowdon''s height Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll?
19316	what the chain?
19316	where was he?
19316	who hath reft,''quoth he,''my dearest pledge?''
19316	would the singer attempt to sing?
33770	And the senator should, you believe, be returned?
33770	And what do you think of these railroad rates?
33770	Did I go with him?
33770	May I quote?
33770	You''ve been to hear''Siegfried''and found it fine?
33770	--"Is it really good?"
33770	65 What Sort Are You?
33770	And I am a-- what''s the odds?
33770	And do n''t we sometimes figure and fret How he got the best of us, even yet?
33770	And do you forget, as you pile your pelf, What is the gift you are giving yourself?
33770	And even in that place, will Gabriel''s trump Come nagging along and be making me jump?
33770	And then, at the moment when things are askew, Some cousin sails in With a face all a- grin, And a"Do I intrude?
33770	And though you be done to the death, what then?
33770	And where Raphael''s paint Has bedizened some saint, I note his perspective Is sadly defective, And you?
33770	And your rival, too, if you once see him clearly, Is clever, or how could he rival you, nearly?
33770	Are you Somebody Else, or You?
33770	Are you Somebody Else, or You?
33770	Are you a being and boss of your soul?
33770	Are you a shepherd, or one of the herded?
33770	Are you a trailer, or are you a trolley?
33770	Are you a writer, or that which is worded?
33770	Are you going to sail the polar seas To the point of ninety- and- north degrees, Where the very words in your larynx freeze?
33770	Are you good and up against it?
33770	Are you in the big procession, but away behind the band?
33770	Are you living in the valley?
33770	Are you sure that the balance swings quite true?
33770	Are you tagged to a leader through wisdom and folly?
33770	Are you up to your eyes in a wild romance?
33770	At the height of the fray, You might be the chosen to captain the throng: But to stand all alone?
33770	But do you say to him,"Brother, Twin- born son of our mother What were the word, or the deed Fitting your need?"
33770	But were n''t you sorry because you spoke When I had to tell you I was"broke"?
33770	But when any one asked me[A]:"Have you read?"
33770	But when any one asked me[A]:"Have you seen?"
33770	But when any one asked me[A]:"Will it pay?"
33770	But when do they talk to you?
33770	But will you tell me why it is The praise we parcel out as his So often goes askew, And ends by running in the rut Of"if,""except"or"but"?
33770	Can you make a mile a minute?
33770	Can you tell your press- agent to look for a job, Or give your manager warning?
33770	Could you be bought By dinners-- when the trail was hot And any hour he might be caught?
33770	Counterfeit kisses you paid, and got Just what you paid for-- which is what?
33770	Did n''t I scratch the sulphurous match And blow the flame to make it catch?
33770	Did n''t you trot to get the pot To heat the water good and hot?
33770	Did somebody give you a pat on the back?
33770	Did somebody give you an insolent word?
33770	Did somebody show you a slanderous mess?
33770	Did something wipe you out of sight?
33770	Did you accuse me Of turning the spit a little bit myself?
33770	Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful?
33770	Do I do that which I''ve sung?
33770	Do n''t you remember how you and I Held a property nobody wanted to buy In San José, Until one day A man came along from Franklin, Pa.?
33770	Do n''t you remember the perfect plan You had, which needed another man To make it win, To jump right in And everlasting make things spin?
33770	Do n''t you remember the time we met At Des Moines, or was it at Winterset?
33770	Do n''t you suppose that a hungry head, Like an empty stomach, ought to be fed?
33770	Do n''t you?
33770	Do n''t you?
33770	Do n''t you?
33770	Do you contemplate your conquering thews With a critical satisfaction?
33770	Do you follow a cue?
33770	Do you lazily nurse your knee and muse?
33770	Do you pray by the book, do you pay by the rate?
33770	Do you question if love be fate, or chance?
33770	Do you say to yourself,"When I have my hoard, I will give of the plenty which I have stored, If the Lord bless me, I will bless the Lord"?
33770	Do you think it will do?
33770	Do you tie your cravat by the calendar''s date?
33770	Do you vote by the symbol and swallow it"straight"?
33770	Do you want to be a star?
33770	Do you want to make it two?
33770	Do you want to reach the height?
33770	Does the puddle invite you to dip in your cup?
33770	Does your lady lead you a dallying dance?
33770	Ducats and dividends, stocks and shares, who cares?
33770	Everybody knows that?
33770	Fame?
33770	For now who gives a second look When he perceives a POEM by Cooke?
33770	For what?
33770	For what?
33770	Gold?
33770	HOW DID YOU DIE?
33770	Heaven be praised that they shine so bright, Heaven be praised for an appetite, So who is richer than I?
33770	How are you sure you would be Better and wiser than he?
33770	How long?
33770	How long?
33770	I would that some would value me And never hint what I would be"If"--but why cavil?
33770	If ever we loaf, like a car in the yard, Does n''t somebody bump us, and bump us hard, I wonder?
33770	If ever you fail to be pulling the strings, Are n''t some of your rivals around doing things, I wonder?
33770	If poets were counts, could your wife be fooled As to which of the poets married a Gould?
33770	If you sent your samples and cut out the trip, Would n''t somebody else soon be lugging your grip, I wonder?
33770	In religion you are a-- who cares what?
33770	In the heat of the day You might be a hero to head a brigade, But a hero like her?
33770	In, or under, or over the earth, What will fill you, and what suffice?
33770	Is its majesty blurred?
33770	Is its purity slurred?
33770	It is n''t the fact that you''re licked that counts, It''s how did you fight-- and why?
33770	It is,"What have you been?"
33770	It''s not what you give; It is"What do you live?"
33770	It''s not,"Do you win?"
33770	Let us cease our vain desiring; Water''s better than Cliquot; What is honor but perspiring?
33770	Life is ours and skies are sunny; What is worry but a name?
33770	Look at yourself in your careless clout, And tell me, then, would you be devout?
33770	My friend, my friend, can it be you thought That these were poets whom you had bought?
33770	No, none of these cases may quite fit you, But what sort of a bluff_ are_ you?
33770	Now you are naked of soul and limb: Will you say what you will not dare-- for him?
33770	Of course I''d hate to see it tested, But would he be less interested In civic virtue-- uninvested?
33770	Oh, it is n''t"How far?"
33770	Oh, the world will ask:"Did he get the girl?"
33770	Oh, yes, I''m a bit of a bluff, it''s true; What sort of a bluff are you?
33770	Oh, yes, I''m a bit of a bluff, it''s true; What style of a bluff are you?
33770	Oh, yes, I''m a bit of a bluff, its true; How much of a bluff are you?
33770	One on the island, one in the pew-- How do you know which is you?
33770	Or are you a mummy to carry a scroll?
33770	Or does it a little incline to you?
33770	Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful?
33770	Or must you hustle and scheme and sweat, Though the shine be fine or the weather be wet, And keep your page in the papers?
33770	Or, as he slouches by, Do you breathe"God be praised, I am I?"
33770	Or:"How do you like?"
33770	Or:"What do you think?"
33770	PAGE Are You You?
33770	Perhaps you sometimes deem the Czar A star?
33770	Place?
33770	Say, who is richer than I?
33770	Should you lie down to sleep, with your laurels beneath, Would n''t somebody else soon be wearing your wreath, I wonder?
33770	So why have I sneered at your holiest thought, And why have you jeered at my gods?
33770	Street lot?"
33770	The darkest spot, The blackest blot On the page you have pasted together and hid?
33770	The one you appear, or the one you feel?
33770	The time that you felt just a wee bit proud Of defying the cry of the cowardly crowd And stood back to back with God?
33770	The whitest day, The cleverest play That ever you set in the shine of the sun?
33770	The world will run Though you never bequeath it daughter or son, But what, O lover, will come to you If you be not chivalrous, honest, true?
33770	Then what do I do?
33770	Then why should a poet make his bow In the year of nineteen hundred and now?
33770	Then, seizing on our victim, if we found no greater sin, Did n''t we call him"a lobster,"and cheerfully chuck him in?
33770	Though fair, or foul, did he touch the goal?"
33770	Though you have said that honest bread Demands no honey on it spread,[ Illustration: Why do You?
33770	Though your mountain of gold may dazzle the day, Can you climb its height with your feet of clay?
33770	To other man''s winning?
33770	To- morrow''s dawn: will its coming fill To- day, if to- day''s light fail us?
33770	WHAT SORT ARE YOU?
33770	Was I glad to get in?
33770	Was there ever a more Absurd Word Heard?
33770	Well, did n''t our land go up in price Till double the figures would scarce suffice?
33770	Well, the mob may ask"Did he reach the pole?
33770	Well, well, what''s that?
33770	What do I care for your Newport beach?
33770	What do I care for your automobile?
33770	What do I care for your four- track line?
33770	What do I care for your giant trees?
33770	What do I care if you scorn my rime?
33770	What is a failure?
33770	What is a knock- down?
33770	What is a miss?
33770	What is there left here for her But to err?"
33770	What matters it who wins the race So you have had the joy of running?
33770	What was it?
33770	What you have done is a little amount; What you will do is of lesser account, But the test is, what are you doing?
33770	What''s it to you?
33770	What''s the best thing that you ever have done?
33770	What''s the worst thing that ever you did?
33770	When a brook''s flowing by, will you drink at the cess?
33770	When you finally pass to the heavenly wicket Where Peter the Scrutinous stands on his picket, Are you going to give him_ a blank_ for a ticket?
33770	Whenever a sprinter beats the bunch from the pistol- shot, why is it The heavy hammer throwers get together for a visit?
33770	Whenever the chef concocts a dish which sets the world to tasting, Why does the cooking- school get out its recipes for basting?
33770	Whenever the prima donna trills the E above the clef, Why should the brasses orchestrate the bass in double f?
33770	Whenever the star secures the stage with the spotlight in the centre, Why should the anvil chorus think it has the cue to enter?
33770	Where the hottest sun of day is and the coldest stars of night?
33770	Which are you-- a What or a Who?
33770	Which of the women is real?
33770	Why do you eye him askance With a quiver of hate in your glance?
33770	Why do you?
33770	Why does the half smile slip Into a sneer on your lip?
33770	Why not conceive him as human, Nursed at the breast of a woman, Growing, mayhap, as he could, Not as he would?
33770	Why?
33770	Would he have swapped his comrades''laughter For all the praise of ages after?
33770	Would you flavor a stew?
33770	Would you have gone?
33770	Written deep in my heart Is a knowledge of art, For why?
33770	Yesterday''s sun: is it shining still?
33770	You are beaten to earth?
33770	You can not afford it?
33770	You pity her?
33770	You sometimes think you''d like to be John D.?
33770	You would n''t care to be the Pope, I hope?
33770	You''ve succeeded in building a pretty fair trade, But can you sit down in the grateful shade And kill time cutting up capers?
33770	[ Illustration: Do you want to reach the heights?
33770	[ Illustration: Yesterday''s laurels are dry and dead_ Page 65._] WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
33770	[ Illustration:"Post, and praise, and puff"_ Page 58._][ Illustration: Are You You?
33770	[ Illustration] DON''T YOU?
33770	_ Page 59._] ARE YOU YOU?
33770	_ Page 92._] Are you singing in the chorus?
33770	what''s your capacity Compared to your voracity?
33770	why, what do I do?
33770	with an unctuous grunt, Are you sure it is you In the pew?
9572	''Where is God, that we should fear Him?'' 9572 Ah, the cloud is dark, and day by day I am moving thither I must pass beneath it on my way-- God pity me!--whither?"
9572	And what am I, o''er such a land The banner of the Cross to bear? 9572 Did not the gifts of sun and air To good and ill alike declare The all- compassionate Father''s care?
9572	Fearless brow to Him uplifting, Canst thou for His thunders call, Knowing that to guilt''s attraction Evermore they fall? 9572 Is it choice whereby the Parsee Kneels before his mother''s fire?
9572	Know''st thou not all germs of evil In thy heart await their time? 9572 Thou, the patient Heaven upbraiding,"Spake a solemn Voice within;"Weary of our Lord''s forbearance, Art thou free from sin?
9572	Where are the harvest fields all white, For Truth to thrust her sickle in? 9572 Who there shall hope and health dispense, And lift the ladder up from thence Whose rounds are prayers of penitence?"
9572	Allied to all, yet not the less Prisoned in separate consciousness, Alone o''erburdened with a sense Of life, and cause, and consequence?
9572	And my heart murmured,"Is it meet That blindfold Nature thus should treat With equal hand the tares and wheat?"
9572	And shall the sinful heart, alone, Behold unmoved the fearful hour, When Nature trembled on her throne, And Death resigned his iron power?
9572	And shall these thoughts of joy and love Come back again no more to me?
9572	And what is He?
9572	And where art thou going, soul of mine?
9572	And whither this troubled life of thine Evermore doth tend?
9572	And, through the shade Of funeral cypress planted thick behind, Hears no reproachful whisper on the wind From his loved dead?
9572	Are we wiser, better grown, That we may not, in our day, Make his prayer our own?
9572	Art fearful now?
9572	Bend there around His awful throne The seraph''s glance, the angel''s knee?
9572	But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode Of Humanity clothed in the brightness of God?
9572	Canst see the end?
9572	Do bird and blossom feel, like me, Life''s many- folded mystery,-- The wonder which it is to be?
9572	For the sighing of the poor Wilt Thou not, at length, arise?
9572	Hast thou wrought His task, and kept the line He bade thee go?
9572	How feels the stone the pang of birth, Which brings its sparkling prism forth?
9572	How speaks the primal thought of man From the grim carvings of Copan?
9572	I passed the haunts of shame and sin, And a voice whispered,"Who therein Shall these lost souls to Heaven''s peace win?
9572	I turn from Nature unto men, I ask the stylus and the pen; What sang the bards of old?
9572	In Thy long years, life''s broken circle whole, And change to praise the cry of a lost soul?"
9572	In his black tent did the Tartar Choose his wandering sire?
9572	Is it so hard with God and me To stand alone?
9572	Is there no holy wing for me, That, soaring, I may search the space Of highest heaven for Thee?
9572	Lord, forgive these words of mine What have I that is not Thine?
9572	O''er the sons of wrong and strife, Were their strong temptations planted In thy path of life?
9572	Of all I see, in earth and sky,-- Star, flower, beast, bird,--what part have I?
9572	Oh, whither shall I go to find The secret of Thy resting- place?
9572	Oh, who the speed of bird and wind And sunbeam''s glance will lend to me, That, soaring upward, I may find My resting- place and home in Thee?
9572	Oh, why and whither?
9572	Or are thy inmost depths His own, O wild and mighty sea?
9572	Or clouded sunset''s crimson bars?
9572	Or stand I severed and distinct, From Nature''s"chain of life"unlinked?
9572	Our wasted shrines,--who weeps for them?
9572	THE REWARD Who, looking backward from his manhood''s prime, Sees not the spectre of his misspent time?
9572	The forest- tree the throb which gives The life- blood to its new- born leaves?
9572	The hieroglyphics of the stars?
9572	The meaning of the moaning sea?
9572	The rolls of buried Egypt, hid In painted tomb and pyramid?
9572	Then of what is to be, and of what is done, Why queriest thou?
9572	Then something whispered,"Dost thou pray For what thou hast?
9572	There the dews of quiet fall, Singing birds and soft winds stray: Shall the tender Heart of all Be less kind than they?
9572	Thy deeds are well: Were they wrought for Truth''s sake or for thine?
9572	To be, indeed, whate''er the soul In dreams hath thirsted for so long,-- A portion of heaven''s glorious whole Of loveliness and song?
9572	To breathe with them the light divine From God''s own holy altar flowing?
9572	Was it mirth or ease, Or heaping up dust from year to year?
9572	Was not my spirit born to shine Where yonder stars and suns are glowing?
9572	What daunts thee now?
9572	What doth that holy Guide require?
9572	What hast thou done, O soul of mine, That thou tremblest so?
9572	What hast thou wrought for Right and Truth, For God and Man, From the golden hours of bright- eyed youth To life''s mid span?
9572	What may the wind''s low burden be?
9572	What mean Idumea''s arrowy lines, Or dusk Elora''s monstrous signs?
9572	What meant The prophets of the Orient?
9572	What oracle Is in the pine- tree''s organ swell?
9572	What sings the brook?
9572	What, my soul, was thy errand here?
9572	Whence came I?
9572	Where flock the souls, like doves in flight, From the dark hiding- place of sin?
9572	Where is evil, and whence comes it, since God the Good hath created all things?
9572	Where rests the secret?
9572	Where the keys Of the old death- bolted mysteries?
9572	Whither do I go?
9572	Who bears no trace of passion''s evil force?
9572	Who does not cast On the thronged pages of his memory''s book, At times, a sad and half- reluctant look, Regretful of the past?
9572	Who lives unhaunted by his loved ones dead?
9572	Who mourneth for Jerusalem?
9572	Who owned the prophet of the Lord?
9572	Who shuns thy sting, O terrible Remorse?
9572	Who trembled at my warning word?
9572	Who turneth from his gains away?
9572	Who, leaving feast and purpling cup, Takes Zion''s lamentation up?
9572	Who, with vain longing, seeketh not to borrow From stranger eyes the home lights which have fled?
9572	Whose knee with mine is bowed to pray?
9572	Why climb the far- off hills with pain, A nearer view of heaven to gain?
9572	Why fear the night?
9572	Why idly seek from outward things The answer inward silence brings?
9572	Why made He anything at all of evil, and not rather by His Almightiness cause it not to be?
9572	Why stretch beyond our proper sphere And age, for that which lies so near?
9572	art sad of cheer?
9572	how long Shall thy trodden poor complain?
9572	what shakes thee so?
9572	where art Thou?
9572	wherefore strain Beyond thy sphere?
9572	why shrink from Death; That phantom wan?
41016	And did I not,said Allan,"did I not Forbid you, Dora?"
41016	Burn the fleet and ruin France? 41016 Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to- day?"
41016	Paid by the world, what dost thou owe Me?
41016	Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?
41016	Then, Leicester, why,--again I plead, The injured surely may repine,-- Why didst thou we d a country maid, When some fair princess might be thine? 41016 We''ll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay, With one and all, and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay?
41016	Where wert thou, brother, those four days?
41016	Why, sweet heart, do you pace through the hall As though my court were a funeral?
41016	***** Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your loves?
41016	***** Will you be patient?
41016	***** You will compel me, then, to read the will?
41016	--And who art thou,"the priest began,"Sir Knight, who wedd''st to- day?"
41016	--Why sitt''st thou there, O Neckan, And play''st thy harp of gold?
41016	A Consolation 261 Adversity: A Selection 92 Antony''s Eulogy on Caesar: A Selection 221 Sleep: A Selection 156 Song:"Who is Silvia?
41016	A Lieutenant?
41016	A Mate-- first, second, third?
41016	And didst thou visit him no more?
41016	And have they fixed the where and when?
41016	And loved so well a high behavior, In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay?
41016	And one:"Who knows not the shrieking quest When the seamew misses its young from the nest?"
41016	And shall Trelawny die?
41016	And where the land she travels from?
41016	And where the land she travels from?
41016	And who commanded-- and the silence came--"Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?"
41016	And,"What mockery or malice have we here?"
41016	Are you bought by English gold?
41016	Are you cowards, fools, or rogues?
41016	At rich men''s tables eaten bread and pulse?
41016	But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these--A Captain?
41016	But once the King asked:"What distant cry Was that we heard''twixt the sea and sky?"
41016	But where is the ironbound prisoner?
41016	Can honor''s voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
41016	Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
41016	Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
41016	Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course?
41016	Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
41016	Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man?
41016	Have you felt the wool of the beaver?
41016	Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it?
41016	Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it?
41016	He clung, and"What of the Prince?"
41016	He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious?
41016	Hovered thy spirit o''er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life''s journey just begun?
41016	How can I pay Jaffar?"
41016	How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and one hand?
41016	How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber?
41016	How many long days and long weeks didst thou number, Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart?
41016	I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter''s power?
41016	I''ve better counselors; what counsel they?
41016	Is a song bird''s course so swift on the wing?"
41016	Is it love the lying''s for?
41016	Is she kind, as she is fair?
41016	Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar''s vesture wounded?
41016	Loved the wood rose, and left it on its stalk?
41016	Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?"
41016	O boat, is this the bay?
41016	O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?
41016	O nights and days of tears, O longings not to roam, O sins, and doubts, and fears: What matter now this bitter fray?
41016	O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she ga''ed o''er the border?
41016	O stream, is this thy bar of sand?
41016	O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch A watch case or a common''larum bell?
41016	ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER?
41016	Or at the casement seen her stand?
41016	Or have smelt o''the bud of the brier?
41016	Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
41016	Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
41016	Or nard i''the fire?
41016	Or swan''s down ever?
41016	Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
41016	Place, titles, salary, a gilded chain-- Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain?
41016	Quoth he,"The she- wolf''s litter Stands savagely at bay: But will ye dare to follow, If Astur clears the way?"
41016	Reach the mooring?
41016	Say, mounts he the ocean wave, banished, forlorn, Like a limb from his country cast bleeding and torn?
41016	Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north?
41016	Shall I descend?
41016	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o''lang syne?
41016	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
41016	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
41016	Strange as night in a strange man''s sight, Though fair as dawn it be: For what is here that a stranger''s cheer Should yet wax blithe to see?
41016	The lark, his lay who trilled all day, Sits hushed his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour-- But where is County Guy?
41016	The poet went out weeping-- the nightingale ceased chanting,"Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?"
41016	The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o''er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know-- But where is County Guy?
41016	The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid; But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed?
41016	Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board;"Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?"
41016	Then, when the farmer passed into the field, He spied her, and he left his men at work, And came and said:"Where were you yesterday?
41016	They had answered,"And afterward, what else?"
41016	They sayde,"And why should this thing be?
41016	Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust?
41016	Veterans steeled To face the King of Terrors mid the scaith Of many a hurricane and trenchèd field?
41016	WHAT IS SHE?"
41016	Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
41016	Was this ambition?
41016	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
41016	Wha sae base as be a slave?
41016	Wha will be a traitor- knave?
41016	What are you doing here?"
41016	What danger lowers by land or sea?
41016	What do we give to our beloved?
41016	What fields, or waves, or mountains?
41016	What love of thine own kind?
41016	What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer?"
41016	What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?
41016	What rises white and awful as a shroud- enfolded ghost?
41016	What roar of rampant tumult bursts in clangor on the coast?
41016	What shapes of sky or plain?
41016	What thou art we know not; What is most like thee?
41016	What was the white you touched There at his side?
41016	What wilt thou exchange for it?''
41016	What would we give to our beloved?
41016	What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain?
41016	When Lazarus left his charnel cave, And home to Mary''s house returned, Was this demanded-- if he yearned To hear her weeping by his grave?
41016	When shall the sandy bar be crossed?
41016	When shall the sandy bar be crossed?
41016	When shall the sandy bar be crossed?
41016	When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start?
41016	When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, O, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
41016	Where is Death''s sting?
41016	Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O''Kellyn?
41016	Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
41016	Where?
41016	Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows?
41016	Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun?
41016	Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
41016	Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?
41016	Who is Silvia?
41016	Who is this?
41016	Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
41016	Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
41016	Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen, full moon?
41016	Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth?
41016	Who sends me a fair boy dressed in black?
41016	Who were those Heroes?
41016	Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?
41016	Whose child is that?
41016	Why am I thus the only one Who can be dark beneath the sun?"
41016	Why didst thou win me to thy arms, Then leave to mourn the livelong day?
41016	Why do we then shun death with anxious strife?-- If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life?
41016	Why flames the far summit?
41016	Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast?
41016	Would you match the base Skippon, and Massey, and Brown With the Barons of England, that fight for the crown?
41016	You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
41016	[ Illustration] WHERE LIES THE LAND TO WHICH THE SHIP WOULD GO?
41016	and what is here?
41016	and will you give me leave?
41016	cries Hervé Riel:"Are you mad, you Malouins?
41016	ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save?
41016	he cried, my bleeding country save!-- Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?
41016	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair,-- A tress of golden hair, A drownèd maiden''s hair, Above the nets at sea?
41016	it well was prized?
41016	laugh''st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn?
41016	none to be saved but these and I?"
41016	or who could find, While fly, and leaf, and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad''st us blind?
41016	quoth false Sextus;"Will not the villain drown?
41016	she cried,"is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity?
41016	straight he saith,"Where is my wife, Elizabeth?"
41016	then leave them to decay?
41016	through the fast- flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far?
41016	was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our Sovereign Lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre?
41016	what ignorance of pain?
41016	what is she, That all our swains commend her?
41016	what is she?"
41016	when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?
41016	when comes such another?
41016	when shall we find the bay?
41016	when shall we find the bay?
41016	when shall we find the bay?
41016	where thy rod, That smote the foes of Zion and of God; That crushed proud Ammon, when his iron car Was yoked in wrath, and thundered from afar?
41016	where, Grave, thy victory?
41016	will you stay awhile?
41016	ye clan of my spouse, Why fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows?"
46197	''Twas enough; What was my country?
46197	***** Now what''s to do?
46197	***** Shall it be Michigan, Or Illinois, Or Indiana?
46197	***** What are we, the living, beside you the dead?
46197	All right; but why send devils Into my hogs?
46197	And I wonder if it''s God that stretches out and hands us Troubles we remember?
46197	And drew the bow till lyric fire Should all your thieving thoughts consume: In such case what is your desire-- The music or the violin?
46197	And every evening brings its fear Of death which must come, Until her nerves are shaken Like a woman''s hair in the wind-- What must be done?
46197	And love that seemed eternal once, Given of God to lift, inspire, Well-- now do we see?
46197	And saw at last the blue light quenched, and saw A taper lighted in my chamber-- why This treachery, Leonora?
46197	And then you ask: Is the mirror cracked, Or is it so bright that it casts a beam Through all the shadow scheme?
46197	And what do you care if they pass away?
46197	And what in such case is your sin?
46197	And what is the tale Of the mirrors here in the blackness swung?
46197	And who has the wedding blest?
46197	Are spirits chaos?
46197	Are you not proud of us, do you not pity?
46197	At Milem Alkire''s why carousing; Everything that the good abhor In lovers and romancers?
46197	But is our little Gladstone crushed, dismayed?
46197	But man with many lusts, what is his way, Save in confusion, through accustomed rooms?
46197	But who unbars the mouse traps of your world, Or kills the ambushed serpent where it''s curled?
46197	By George, he says, What are you, a theosophist?
46197	Can you spread wings across the darkening chasm To the craggy nest, Where the foreboding mate lies still?
46197	Deny your theft, or put the worst Construction on your soul, obscure Thereby your soul''s investiture Of music''s gift and music''s lure?
46197	Did he say that, Colonel, to you?
46197	Did he scourge them then?
46197	Did you two gaze as we had gazed before Upon that blissful morning?
46197	Do Gods live, vanish, return again?
46197	Do I feel less than Shelley would in this?
46197	Do n''t you see?
46197	Do the dead gibber and does the owl Hoot where the shroud is slipping, clings?
46197	Do you know?
46197	Do you suppose the primrose knows What skill adds petals to its crown?
46197	Does guilty conscience stir the crickets?
46197	Ends the play-- for what is life but dying?
46197	For separation, hopeless miles Of land and water us between?
46197	For the all unfolding Air is what?
46197	For what is left of me, what ever was To be peeled off to realest core?
46197	For what is the law If it ca n''t slip the noose and draw This minstrel man to a thing of awe?
46197	For what the devil force that smiles At man''s immedicable pain?
46197	For what the fate that says to us: Part hands and be magnanimous?
46197	For what the judgment which decrees The mother love in me to cease?
46197	For what this tragedy of war?
46197	For when the bird cried, did you wake with him?
46197	For you what were the unities, the rules Of Plautus, Corneille or the Grecian schools?
46197	Freedom were what to travel you, O Earth, When my heart makes its daily agony?
46197	He came and went, and what''s your soul, And what is mine with their crying needs?
46197	He is dying, Death comes of Sin-- what plainer truth than this?
46197	He says: You nobly celebrate in your Spoon River The pioneers, the soldiers of the past, Why do you flout our Philippine adventure?
46197	How are those lovely daughters?
46197	How comes it now one jar of wine To six jars is increased?
46197	How could I live So many lives and not lose out of some, Some precious thing?
46197	How could they be seen, or recollected Except for the Real-- except for a Star?
46197	How did you first come to me, how confer On me your beauty?
46197	How does this razor work?
46197	How many failures laugh and frown Upon the hand that crosses, sows?
46197	How much of truth is here?
46197	How will you like me with hair white, And wasted cheeks, deep lined and pale?
46197	I asked him:"Is there something more, Parker, that I can do for you?"
46197	I wept, Do you remember?
46197	I, a believer, too, In the synagogues.-- What is the faith to me?
46197	In a few years we two Will be at one with earth-- before it comes Are not sweet hours together worth the cost Of a little drink?
46197	In what water do these mates of a morning Exult on the morrow?
46197	Is all the glory thine alone?
46197	Is he a stranger, this wild bird out of the sky?
46197	Is it to prove For duty, you, though bloody- lipped, And fallen my unconquerable love For country and for you through all, Whatever fate befall?
46197	Is love for souls of us chlorophyll That makes us eatable, sweet and crisp For Gods that raise us to feed their fill?
46197	Is there aught in flesh or is it spirit Conscious of its kindred soul when near it?
46197	Is there greater martyrdom than this is?
46197	Is this the ecstasy of renewal, Or the ecstasy of beginning?
46197	May this not be In some realm an integrity?
46197	Mother of God, What is this thing called Life?
46197	My name?
46197	Not even my face shows-- am I cursed?
46197	Not shaving you too close?
46197	Not that?
46197	Nothing?
46197	Now you have sponged His face, look at that brow-- it terrifies-- He looks now like a god-- who is this man?
46197	Oftentimes Lying beside her I would shriek with laughter And she would ask, what is the matter, John?
46197	Oh, love, Why is there not a heart that loves but mine?
46197	One listless afternoon who should come in?
46197	Or do they cry to him because of remembered places And remembered days Spent together In the north- land, or the south- land?
46197	Or something?
46197	Or stones, or meadows, rivers, seas?
46197	Receive your love?
46197	Said the chief of the marriage feast to the groom, Whence may this good wine be?
46197	See what I mean?
46197	So then''tis he, said the chief of the feast, Who the wedding feast has blest?
46197	Stamps with his feet upon the void He stands on, paces on, why, he wonders Is he upborned like an asteroid?
46197	Sweet, was it not?
46197	THE WEDDING FEAST Said the chief of the marriage feast to the groom, Whence is this blood of the vine?
46197	The gods may laugh, their interests Are what?
46197	The lesson of the thing what soul can doubt?
46197	The mother, Claire, Claire Claremont, as you know-- Pined for Allegra; would possess the child And take her from the convent-- where?
46197	Then behold Your friend who loves you, hunted, buffeted, For a little drink, when in spite of drink and even Because of drink, who knows?
46197	To whose cry will she quiver Through her burnished wings to- morrow, In the north- land, In the south- land, Far away?
46197	Upon this fortress I can stand and shoot-- Who can attack me, since I seek for self Nothing, but for my country righteousness?
46197	VI And what was next?
46197	Was I dunce Drunk with the wine of soul''s desire?
46197	Was it, beloved, so great a sin?
46197	Well, in the midst of all of this what happens?
46197	Were your spirit''s plight As mine is with this vision, had I willed To torture you with absence?
46197	What are walls like these Beside the walls of memory, or the dearth Of hope in all this life, the agonies Of spiritual chains and gloom?
46197	What are we to the gods, I wonder?
46197	What day that dawns will bring her love?
46197	What do you suppose?
46197	What does he care?
46197	What fate Was mine beneath the darkness of that sky, There at your door who could not leave or wait, And heard the bird of midnight''s desolate cry?
46197	What have you gained?
46197	What is love but fire forever crying?
46197	What is my soul''s great anguish for?
46197	What is she doing?
46197	What is the curse, or is it the war?
46197	What is the loss of hogs, if man be saved?
46197	What is the turf of you, what the tree?
46197	What loss of lands and houses, man being free?
46197	What may it be?
46197	What may the mirrors mean?
46197	What moves, defeats him, works him ill?
46197	What principle makes me collaborator With such fantastic business?
46197	What prison chains could rest So heavily on the spirit, as that free, But vast and ruined world?
46197	What then remains But memory of the waters of Babylon, And the ships like swan after swan, Under the drone of angry hydroplanes?
46197	What to seek In earth and heaven more?
46197	What was it that he said?
46197	What was it that he said?
46197	What wild birds will cry to them as they sink Out of an unknown sky?
46197	What your soul but love''s pure carbon fuel?
46197	What your treasure if you could retrieve it?
46197	What''s the bond Between us two, that I respond To what you are?
46197	What''s the game?
46197	What''s the half to keep, could you achieve it?
46197	When did this pageant of things begin?
46197	Where am I now, where is my lover?
46197	Where is the magistrate?
46197	Where should I go?
46197	Where?
46197	Who are my enemies?
46197	Who are my enemies?
46197	Who drank your precious vintage from the flask Roman and golden whence I drank so late?
46197	Who held you in his arms and thus could ask?
46197	Who in the devil has love or luck?
46197	Who lives, the dreamer, the will o''the wisp?
46197	Who made that wine, why did I drink it?
46197	Who makes our cup to overflow?
46197	Who pities stocks, or pities trees?
46197	Who pressed the squeaky springs In the death bird that it sings?
46197	Who wore my robe of purple false and fair?
46197	Whom shall we notify?
46197	Why are the innocent sacrificed?
46197	Why did I want it?
46197	Why fly for the light and get the flame?
46197	Would I save Your spirit if its anguish could be stilled Only among the worms that haunt the grave?
46197	Would You falsify to keep your good?
46197	Would you not say, Music intrigues me night and day?
46197	Yes, you know Corinne adores the picture which you sent Of Madeline-- your boy, too?
46197	Yet who knows why he is this or that?
46197	Yet you found God through this?
46197	You will still love on, or turn to hating, Days depart, your heart stays in its waiting, Where''s the blame?
46197	through war, Through love found vision, perhaps peace?
46197	what can it give In return for souls like yours Mangled or blotted out?--who shall forgive The war while time endures?
46197	which is the way?
42769	And why so madly dost thou dare, Proud Spirit of the sea, To tempt the monarch of the air, With the whirlwind''s rage and the lightning''s glare? 42769 Mother, he spoke to you, you say?"
42769	Mother, how''s that? 42769 Oh, must I leave existence now, while life is in its spring-- While Joy should cheer my pilgrimage with gladness from his wing?
42769	A light cloud hangs upon thy brow,( What foul deed would it hide?)
42769	A sudden pause in festive glee-- What thought hath hushed the thought of mirth, Hath checked each heart''s hilarity, And given to sadness birth?
42769	And am I doom''d to be denied for ever The blessings that to all around are given?
42769	And art thou Nature''s youngest, fairest child, Most favoured by thy gentle mother''s love?
42769	And did I leave thy loveliness, to stand Again in the dull world of earthly blindness?
42769	And is this all remains of thee, Beloved in youth so well?
42769	And o''er thy show''rs, neglected rainbows span, When Alexander fought, when Homer sung, And the old populous world with thundering battle rung?
42769	And shall those links be re- united ever, That bound me to mankind till they were riven In childhood''s day?
42769	And think you man can wipe away With fast and penance, day by day, One single sin, too dark to fade Before a bleeding Saviour''s shade?
42769	And was it not_ his_ voice which sent That echo on the air?
42769	And whence this blighting cloud, that seems To wither all thy better powers?
42769	And who shall say, but in its chambers glide Pale courtier''s shadows-- disembodied pride?
42769	Another now, Mother, above thy silvery locks must bend; And when the death- shade gathers on thy brow, Who then will tend Thy fading light?
42769	Are the songs of Hope for ever flown?--the syren voice which flung The chant of Youth''s warm happiness from the beguiler''s tongue?
42769	Art a phrenologist, and is the bump Of song developed on thy little skull?
42769	Art thou deserted then, Wilder''d and lone?
42769	At Niblo''s hast thou been when crowds stood mute Drinking the birdlike tones of Cuddy''s flute?
42769	Attendant on the pale moon''s light, Why shun the garish blaze of day?
42769	Bestow''d a mind the Eternal''s mind to blame, And_ Reason''s_ deathless force, His reason to defame?
42769	Bird of the gentle wing, Songster of air, Home, from thy wandering, Dost thou repair?
42769	Bird of the lone and joyless night-- Whence is thy sad and solemn lay?
42769	Boils not thy blood, while thus thou''rt led about, The sport and mockery of the rabble rout?
42769	But go to the crowded mart,''Mid the sordid haunts of men, Go there and ask thy heart, What answer makes it then?
42769	Can infidelity exist, And gaze upon that sky?
42769	Can sin endure thy majesty, Nor thy pure presence fly?
42769	Can such in endless sleep be chilled, And mortal pride disdain to sorrow, Because the pulse that here was stilled May wake to no immortal morrow?
42769	Canst thou not see that earth, its Spring Unfaded yet by death or crime, In freshest green, yet mellowing Into the gorgeous Autumn''s prime?
42769	Canst thou not with unclouded eye, And fancy- rapt, the scene survey, When darkness bade its shadows fly, And earth rose glorious into day?
42769	Canst thou of a Redeemer tell, Or a Betrayer''s kiss?
42769	Columbia, was thy continent stretched wild, In later ages, the huge seas above?
42769	Couldst thou not sleep upon thy mother''s breast?
42769	Did Norton form thy notes so clear and full?
42769	Did earth deny to thee the quiet rest She grants to all her children''s countless numbers?
42769	Did he, then, sit in that same chair?"
42769	Didst thou desire to be enrolled in story, Didst fight for freedom, peace, truth, gold, or glory?
42769	Didst thou, in disposition fierce and hellish, Thy span of life with deeds like these embellish?
42769	Do flesh and spirit still in thee entwine, Dost thou still call this mouldering skull- bone_ thine_?
42769	Do ye not look from yonder throne of clouds Upon me yet, Beckoning me now, with eager glance to come To the bright portals of your heavenly home?
42769	Dost thou not see the eternal choir Light on each peak that wooes the sky, Fold their broad wings of golden fire, And string their seraph minstrelsy?
42769	Doth Death affright thee with his dread parade, The hearse slow moving, and the cavalcade?
42769	Doth man upon thy mountains tread, Or float upon thy seas?
42769	Eternal woe or bliss?
42769	Fame''s luring voice, and woman''s wile, Will soon break youthful friendship''s chain-- But shall that cloud to- night''s bright smile?
42769	Has then a spirit in this frame- work slept?
42769	Has''t been mellow By a sly cup or so of our fire waters?
42769	Hast thou no soul, that thou canst be unmoved At glorious sports like these?
42769	Hast thou then lost all thought, emotion, will?
42769	Hath not remembrance then a charm To break the fetters and the chain, To bid thy children nerve the arm, And strike for freedom once again?
42769	Have you not felt it when the dropping rain From the soft showers of Spring hath clothed the earth With its unnumbered offspring?
42769	He too-- the heir of glory-- where[I] Hath great Napoleon''s scion fled?
42769	Her banner float above thy waves Where proudly it hath swept before?
42769	If cares arise-- and cares will come-- Thy bosom is my softest home, I''ll lull me there to rest; And is there aught disturbs my fair?
42769	Illumines Memory''s tearful wave, And teaches drowning Hope to swim?
42769	In that bright world can lust abide, Or murder bare his arm?
42769	Is Freedom dead?
42769	Is not his spirit with us now?
42769	Is the grave''s sleep indeed so cool and still?
42769	King of the brook, No fisher''s hook Fills me with dread of the sweaty cook; But here I lie, And laugh as they try; Shall I bite at their bait?
42769	Knelt and pray''d until he won me-- Looks he coldly now upon me?
42769	Left I for this thy shades, where none intrude, To prison wandering thought and mar sweet solitude?
42769	Mine own beloved, believest thou ought of this?
42769	Must feeble loveliness exhaust thy rage?
42769	My hours of youth, that o''er me shone-- Where have their light and splendour fled?
42769	Old forest lion, caught and caged at last, Dost pant to roam again thy native wild?
42769	On the downy couch?
42769	Or art o''the softer sex, and sing''st in glee,"In maiden meditation, fancy free?"
42769	Or has thy soul, that once within thee centered, On a new field of life and duty entered?
42769	Or if thou scorn''st the wonders of the ocean, What think''st thou of our railroad locomotion?
42769	Or wert thou one of the accursed banditti Who wrought such outrage on fair Germany?
42769	Pained with the pressure of unfriendly hands, Sick of smooth looks, agued with icy kindness?
42769	Say, can no form less fair thy vein engage?
42769	Say, does thy wandering heart stray far away?
42769	Say, dost thou suffer from this rude exposure?
42769	Say, hast thou loved and hated, smiled and wept?
42769	Say, whence are they?
42769	Say, will no Wallace, will no Washington, Scourge from thy soil the infamous Bourbon?
42769	Shall I drink no more the melody of babbling stream or bird, Or the scented gales of Summer, when the leaves of June are stirred?
42769	Shall glory gild thy clime no more?
42769	Shall he lament the fall of Ilion''s tow''rs, And we not mourn the sudden ruin of ours?
42769	Shall the pulse of love wax fainter; and the spirit shrink from death, As the bud- like thoughts which lit my heart fade in its chilling breath?
42769	Soft eyes are filled with tears-- what spell So suddenly hath called them there?
42769	Some old musician?
42769	Tell me the burden of thy ceaseless song, Is it thy evening hymn of grateful prayer, Or lay of love, thou pipest through the long Still night?
42769	That scene of love!--where hath it gone?
42769	The glow of youth ye could not leave; But why, why cruelly bereave Me of my artless mind?
42769	The lilies faintly to the roses yield, As on thy lovely cheek they struggling vie,( Who would not strive upon so sweet a field To win the mastery?)
42769	The sword which here dropped from thy helpless hand, Was it the scourge or guardian of the land?
42769	The types of what is due to Heaven?
42769	Their present and their future state, Their hopes and fears recall?
42769	Their''s is a Heaven or a Hell?
42769	Then comes the_ worst_, the undying thought That broods within the breast, Because its loveliest one_ is not_, And what are all the rest?
42769	Then tell us, have the white man''s glowing daughters Set thy cold blood in motion?
42769	This darkling dawn, doth it not bring Visions of former glory back?
42769	Thou fragile thing That with a breath I could destroy, What mighty train of care and joy Do ye not bring?
42769	Thou see''st these things unmoved, say''st so, old fellow?
42769	Thou tiny minstrel, who bid thee discourse Such eloquent music?
42769	Thy unseen flowers, did here the breezes fan?
42769	To the deep bosom of thy forest home, The hill side, where thy young pappooses play, And ask, amid their sports, when thou wilt come?
42769	WHAT IS SOLITUDE?
42769	Was it beneath thy ample dome That Marius rested, and from thee, When he had lost imperial Rome, Learned high resolve and constancy?
42769	Was then the love of pelf so strong That e''en in death''s dark hour, The base- born passion could awake With such resistless power?
42769	Was''t thou, ere day dawned, wakened from thy slumbers?
42769	Wert thou enrolled in mercenary legions, Or didst thou Honour''s banner follow free?
42769	What beings, by what motives led, Inhale thy morning breeze?
42769	What gleams from yon wood in the splendour of day?
42769	What like the grape Osiris gave Makes rigid age so lithe of limb?
42769	What seekest thou of me?"
42769	What swiftly moves on through yon dark forest glade, From mountain to mountain deploying?
42769	What though no turret gray nor ivied column Along these cliffs their sombre ruins rear?
42769	What, silent still!--wilt thou make no disclosure?
42769	When all the brightest stars that burn At once are banished from their spheres, Men sadly ask, when shall return Such lustre to the coming years?
42769	When the mighty passed the gate of death, Did love stand by bewailing?
42769	Whence came thy cold philosophy?
42769	Whence come, my soul, these gloomy dreams, That darken thus my waking hours?
42769	Whence sweeps from yon valley the battle''s loud roar, Where swords in thick carnage are clashing?
42769	Where are the joys to childhood known, When life was an enchanted dream?
42769	Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom''s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom''s banner streaming o''er us?
42769	Where have its charms and beauty sped?
42769	Where have the valiant sunk to rest, When their sands of life were numbered?
42769	Where he-- who backwards to the birth Of Time itself, adventurous trod, And in the mingled mass of earth Found out the handiwork of God?
42769	Where he-- who read the mystic lore,[E] Buried, where buried Pharaohs sleep; And dared presumptuous to explore Secrets four thousand years could keep?
42769	Where he-- who struck old Albyn''s lyre,[D] Till round the world its echoes roll, And swept, with all a prophet''s fire, The diapason of the soul?
42769	Where he-- who with a poet''s eye[F] Of truth, on lowly nature gazed, And made even sordid Poverty Classic, when in HIS numbers glazed?
42769	While thou, and all the eternal lights, Shine conscious on the guilt?
42769	Who bid thee twang so sweetly thy small trump?
42769	Who knows not Florio?
42769	Who made the field a desert, fired the city, Defiled the pure, and captive led the free?
42769	Who owns not she''s peerless-- who calls her not fair-- Who questions the beauty of Rosalie Clare?
42769	Who owns not she''s peerless-- who calls her not fair?
42769	Who smile their adieu to the light of the sun,''Mid fallen foes moaning their bravery?
42769	Who wert thou once?
42769	Whom whirls around thy ball?
42769	Why blame old Sol, who, all on fire, Prints on your lip the burning kiss; Why should he not your charms admire, And dip his beam each morn in bliss?
42769	Why should''st thou let a doubt disturb Thy hopes which daily rise, And urge thee on to trust his word, Who built and rules the skies?
42769	Why should''st thou linger there, and burn With passions like these fools of time?
42769	Will France alone remain for ever tame?
42769	With all around his looks are blent; His form, is it not gliding there?
42769	With song dost drive away dull care?
42769	With thee are wars, and kings, and pride, And the loud trump''s alarm?
42769	With wasted perfume ever on them flung?
42769	Yet I did but as all would have done, For where is the being, dear cousin, Content with the beauties of one When he might have the range of a dozen?
42769	Yet why pour forth the voice of wail O''er feeling''s blighted coronal?
42769	Yet, could we ask for more?
42769	a blush in thee, That to so great a nursling, harsh of mood, Reserv''st a bosom steel''d in cruelty, Surpassing the inhuman Getic brood?
42769	and what their fate?
42769	but where is he?
42769	could affection wish him less?
42769	felt not when The conquering sun hath proudly struggled forth In misty radiance, until cloud and spot Were blended in one brightness?
42769	how long shall Slavery''s thraldom last?
42769	is Nero''s reign restored?
42769	on the gentle breast Where their youthful visions slumbered?
42769	or did''st take a course Of lessons from some master of the lyre?
42769	so peacefully sublime, In silence rolling high, Know''st thou of passion, or of crime, Or earthly vanity?
42769	thy harmless pale- faced brothers?
42769	was''t thy tuneful sire?
42769	what brought thee to these regions, The murderer or the murdered to be?
42769	what is it ye who rule The hands without the souls?
42769	what life imparting power Can e''er revive the_ broken_ flower?
42769	what pride could prompt thee to bestow Abuse on power, the greatest power below; The Muse''s power?
42769	what, dear sedative, my cares shall smother?
42769	when thou held''st a heart so true, What joy could ranging thus afford thee?
42769	whence came, Thou tearless, stern, and uncomplaining one, The power that taught thee thus to veil the flame Of thy fierce passions?
42769	where are they?
42769	who on earth would wish to wear them?
42769	why so vain Of manly vigour or of beauty''s bloom?
42769	why, For what, for whom did Jesus die, If pyramids of saints must rise To form a passage to the skies?
42769	will that paradise bloom to the end?
845	A Poet, curious in birds and brutes, I do not question thee in idle play; What is thy station?
845	And am I flattered by my own affection?
845	And shall not evening call another star Out of the infinite regions of the night, To mark this day in Heaven?
845	And that sweet face which only yesternight Came to thy solace, dreamer( didst thou read The blessing in its eyes of tearful light?
845	And what are they that peep Betwixt the foliage in the tree- top there?
845	And what the metaphysics of thy tribe?
845	And who could share the ecstatic thrill With which we watched the upturned bill Of our bird at its living spring?
845	And, under God, whose thunder need we fear?
845	Bring they with them jewels From the sunset lands?
845	Can joy be weary, that my eyelids droop?
845	Christmas How grace this hallowed day?
845	Could we desire To quench that diadem''s celestial light, To hush thy song and stay thy heavenward flight, Because we miss thee by this autumn fire?
845	Do you remember that picture of extreme old age which Charles Reade gives us in''Never Too Late to Mend''?
845	Does any falter?
845	Doubtless thou hast thy pleasures-- what are THEY?
845	Dreams Who first said"false as dreams"?
845	Ethnogenesis Written During the Meeting of the First Southern Congress, at Montgomery, February, 1861 I Hath not the morning dawned with added light?
845	Have I not taught, or striven to teach the right, And kept my heart as clean, my life as sweet, As mortals may, when mortals mortals meet?
845	How could we bear the mirth, While some loved reveler of a year ago Keeps his mute Christmas now beneath the snow, In cold Virginian earth?
845	How know they, in their busy vacancy, With what far aim thy spirit may be fraught?
845	How know they, these good gossips, what to thee The ocean and its wanderers may have brought?
845	How shall we grace the day?
845	How shall we grace the day?
845	I Have Met"IX"I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day"X"Were I the Poet- Laureate of the Fairies"XI"Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains?
845	II What slender form lies stretched along the mound?
845	IV"They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly"They dub thee idler, smiling sneeringly, And why?
845	In the name of all starry and beautiful things, What is it?
845	In what dead century swept that mingled throng Of mighty pains and pleasures through my heart?
845	Indeed, in such a storm, what shelter could a poet find?
845	Is all at peace that breast within?
845	Is it wonder that my passion bursts at once from out its nest?
845	Is not the obvious lesson something worth, Lady?
845	Is there indeed a door, Where the old pastimes, with their lawful noise, And all the merry round of Christmas joys, Could enter as of yore?
845	Laughing girl, and thoughtful woman, I am puzzled how to woo-- Shall I praise, or pique her, Lily?
845	Lily- browed and lily- hearted, She is very dear to me; Lovely?
845	Needs must I sing on these blue March days?
845	Now, come what may, whose favor need we court?
845	Oh, what will chance, and wherein will it end?
845	Or gather wine when wine is spilt?
845	Or if I dare thy hand to touch, Hath nothing pressed its palm before?
845	Or sleeping on the ice amid an arctic noon?
845	Or that thou dost not bow thee silently Before some great unutterable thought?
845	Or wast thou but as one who aims to fling The weight of some unutterable thought Down like a burden?
845	Riding with the genii?
845	See"Which are the clouds, and which the mountains?
845	See"XII"What Gossamer Lures Thee Now?
845	Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire, Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the children play?
845	Shall we, shall you and I, before That world''s unsympathetic eyes Lay other relics from our store Of tender memories?
845	Speak freely, without fear of jest or gibe-- What is thy moral and religious creed?
845	That her step on the stair?
845	The Arctic Voyager Shall I desist, twice baffled?
845	The Lily calmly braves the storm, And shall the Palm- tree fear?
845	Thou who hast turned ONE Poet- heart to stone, Is thine yet burning with its seraph flame?
845	To Whom?
845	Visiting the moon?
845	What Hope, What Name"What gossamer lures thee now?
845	What are these they scatter With such lavish hands?
845	What are thy pursuits?
845	What could it know of the joy and love That throbbed and smiled and wept above An unresponsive thing?
845	What dreams to fruit have grown?
845	What have they been doing In the burning June?
845	What hope, what name Is on thy lips?
845	What is the lesson which she designs by these means to convey?
845	What though we hear about our path The heavens with howls of vengeance rent?
845	What will you say, when I tell you here, That already, I think, for a little praise, I have paid too dear?
845	What, in a lot so sweet as this, Is wanting to complete your bliss?
845	When did I feel the sorrow, act the part, Which I have striv''n to shadow forth in song?
845	Where art thou now?
845	Who cleanse a soul that loves its guilt?
845	Who guessed as that poor infant wept Upon a woman''s knee, A nation from the centuries stept As weak and frail as he?
845	Who saw the future on his brow Upon that happy morn?
845	Who whispered then?
845	Why Silent?
845	Why am I silent from year to year?
845	Why walk we thus alone, when by our side, Love, like a visible God, might be our guide?
845	With feast, and song, and dance, and antique sports, And shout of happy children in the courts, And tales of ghost and fay?
845	Would not some pallid face Look in upon the banquet, calling up Dread shapes of battles in the wassail cup, And trouble all the place?
845	XI"Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains?
845	XII"What Gossamer Lures Thee Now?
845	XIV"Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes"Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes, Indeed the product of my heart and brain?
845	XVI"How blame the world?
845	XX"And wouldst thou leave us?"
845	XXXIII Is not the breeze articulate?
845	Yet ev''n now I weave a chaplet for thy sinless brow;-- Wilt thou not wear it?
845	Yet not the gravest soldier of them all Surveys a field with broader scope; And who behind that sea- encircled wall Fights with a loftier hope?
845	can the guileless maiden share The wish that lifts that passionate prayer?
845	didst thou hear a voice like many streams?
845	dost thou flatter falsely, Hope?
845	explain The sources of that hidden pain?
845	for the world hast thou wrought?
845	have I not owned thy law?
845	is it fancy, That beneath us sighs, As that warm lap receives the largesse of the skies?
845	or have I wov''n an idle rhyme?
845	so wondrous wise indeed?
845	tell me, is the hope then all misplaced?
845	the cross in the centre, these rings, And the petals that shoot in an intricate maze, From the disk which is lilac-- or purple?
845	then I need not say How quaint the place is-- did you mark An ivied window?
845	was that a rose- leaf fell?
845	what boots it?
845	what can be its name?
845	what of him?
845	what vision chains that wide- strained sight?
845	who can save A willing victim of the wave?
845	who could have wronged thee so?
845	who knows But that for you this chamber glows With stately shapes and solemn shows?"
845	why may not love and life be one?
845	would not grow warm When thoughts like these give cheer?
845	yet was it all thy fault?
10763	Ai n''t I been,the child replied to her,"a- doin''ob jes''dat Twel I''s got a turble empty feel right whur I wears muh hat?
10763	And is mine one?
10763	And where''s the joy the poets sing, the merriment and fun? 10763 And which is second?"
10763	But why that tossing ringlet on your brow?
10763	Oh, what''s the blooming use?
10763	What do you do when a wheel does n''t sound right?
10763	What of Abe Lincoln?
10763	What of Ben Franklin? 10763 What rope?"
10763	What shall I say, brave Adm''r''l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?
10763	What''s de use ob raisin''chickens ef dey wo n''t stay riz? 10763 What''s that?"
10763	Why do you pick out those few?
10763	Would you say That he was much richer than you are to- day? 10763 ***** Too late to win? 10763 ABOU BEN ADHEMForgive my enemies?"
10763	Among her books are"The Rose- Garden Husband,""Winona of the Camp Fire,""Factories, with Other Lyrics,""Why Not?"
10763	And electric lights-- you use them; did you also put them there?
10763	And then--?
10763	And though you be done to the death, what then?
10763	And what is so huge as the aim of it?
10763	And what is so kind as the cruel goad, Forcing us on through the rugged road?
10763	And what''s a Grumpy Guy to do except to go to bed?
10763	And you would have me go--?
10763	And-- a seventh time?
10763	Are we equally quick to recognize the kindly influences that speed us on our way?
10763	Are you in earnest?
10763	Are you one of the timid souls that quail At the jeers of a doubting crew, Or dare you, whether you win or fail, Strike out for a goal that''s new?
10763	Are you scared of the job you find?
10763	Art thou a mourner?
10763	Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
10763	Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
10763	Art thou weary, tender heart?
10763	As long as the soul''s a- wing, As long as the heart is true, What power hath trouble to bring A sorrow to you?
10763	Beat, torn fists bleeding, pathways rugged, grand, By sheer brute strength and bigness, nothing less?
10763	Beefsteak, coal, your mail, shoes, street cars-- do they come like rain from air?
10763	Both exist,--but why drag in Gloom?
10763	Brave Adm''r''l, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?"
10763	Brave Adm''r''l, speak; what shall I say?"
10763	But hard put to it to obey her?
10763	But stay, can you add to that line That he lived for it, too?
10763	But why not take matters the other way about?
10763	But would he live for them?
10763	CAN YOU SING A SONG?
10763	Can I ignore the lesson they have taught?
10763	Can you sing a song to greet the sun, Can you cheerily tackle the work to be done, Can you vision it finished when only begun, Can you sing a song?
10763	Canst drink the waters of the crispéd spring?
10763	De sunflower ai n''t de daisy, and de melon ai n''t de rose; Why is dey all so crazy to be sumfin else dat grows?
10763	Did he grieve that his ol''friends failed to call When the airthquake come an''swallered all?
10763	Did he set an''cry An''cuss the harricane sweepin''by?
10763	Did his life do the same in the past From the days of his youth?
10763	Did you ever want to take your two bare hands, And choke out of the world your big success?
10763	Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful?
10763	Do n''t help only those who''ve helped you, count the rest as strangers, foes; How long now would you have lasted had all done as you propose?
10763	Do others fail?
10763	Do others fear?
10763	Do you grapple the task that comes your way With a confident, easy mind?
10763	Do you laugh tho''you pull up lame?
10763	Do you sneer at the man in case that he can And does, do better than you?
10763	Do you stand right up to the work ahead Or fearfully pause to view it?
10763	Do you start to toil with a sense of dread Or feel that you''re going to do it?
10763	Do you take your rebuffs with a knowing grin?
10763	Do you understand?"
10763	Do you wilt and whine, if you fail to win In the manner you think your due?
10763	Do you wish the world were better?
10763	Do you wish the world were happy?
10763	Do you wish the world were wiser?
10763	Does it end in self, or does it include our relations and our duties to our fellows?
10763	Does your faith hold true when the whole world''s blue?
10763	Dost reel from righteous Retribution''s blow?
10763	Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?
10763	Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
10763	Dyin'', asked of him that night( Sperrit waitin''fer its flight),"Brother, air yer prospec''s bright?"
10763	Ef you ask him, day or night, When the worl''warn''t runnin''right,"Anything that''s good in sight?"
10763	FOUR THINGS What are the qualities of ideal manhood?
10763	For do not braver men than I decline To bow to troubles graver, far, than mine?
10763	For what are we thankful for?
10763	For what are we thankful for?
10763	For what are we thankful for?
10763	Go there?
10763	Go_ there_, through that live darkness, hideous With stir of crouching forms that wait to kill?
10763	Gray days?
10763	Grin and Barrett, Who can scare it?
10763	Grin and Barrett, Who can scare it?
10763	Grin and Barrett, Who can scare it?
10763	HOW DID YOU DIE?
10763	He has come the way of the fighting men, and fought by the rules of the Game, And out of Life he has gathered-- What?
10763	He replied:"Madam, why drag in Velazquez?"
10763	Her book of fiction"The Imprisoned Splendor"contains well- known stories("What Shall We Do with Mother?"
10763	Here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away?
10763	His poem"How Did You Die?"
10763	How are you playing the game?
10763	How do you tackle your work each day?
10763	How do you tackle your work each day?
10763	How many smiles-- a score?
10763	I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song?
10763	I thought I heard you rapping, To shut you out were sin, My heart is standing open, Wo n''t you walk right in?
10763	I''m glad to be living: Are n''t you?
10763	I''m lonesome here without you, A weary while it''s been, My heart is standing open, Wo n''t you walk right in?
10763	II Did he moan an''sigh?
10763	If you did, who made the hammer and who cleared for you the land?
10763	In all the thousand men we''ve hired Where shall we find a man?"
10763	Is fear ever running through it?
10763	Is he therefore to abstain from all effort?
10763	Is it raining, little flower?
10763	Is not the fight itself enough that man must look to some behest?
10763	Is the fault less when men are guilty of it?
10763	Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a''that?
10763	It is n''t the fact that you''re licked that counts; It''s how did you fight-- and why?
10763	It says,"Can bread Be made from mouldy bran?
10763	It was a failure, yes; but was it not also magnificent success?
10763	Join the firm of Grin and Barrett?
10763	Just go grinning on and bear it; Have you heartache?
10763	Kiser._ OPPORTUNITY What is opportunity?
10763	LIFE"What is life?"
10763	Let''s brush it away Now and forever, so what do you say?
10763	Life does nothing for you, sonny?
10763	Love of our fellow men-- has humanity reached any height superior to this?
10763	Mine or another''s day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made?
10763	Nature''s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
10763	No chance?
10763	No more?
10763	Now, think you, Life, I am defeated quite?
10763	Of what use is it to be irritating in our turn or to add to the trouble?
10763	Oh, what is so fierce as the flame of it?
10763	Oh, what is so good as the pain of it, And what is so great as the gain of it?
10763	On whom would we wish to depend in a time of need?
10763	Once the welcome light has broken, Who shall say What the unimagined glories Of the day?
10763	Or do countless men, far- scattered, toil that you may have more ease?-- Stokers, hodmen, farmers, plumbers, Yankees, dagoes, Japanese?
10763	Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful?
10763	Pain twists this body?
10763	Pity you?
10763	RULES FOR THE ROAD Ardor of sinew and spirit-- what else do we need to make our journey prosperous and happy?
10763	Rain an''storm have come to fret me, Skies were often gray; Thorns an''brambles have beset me On the road-- but, say, Ai n''t it fine to- day?
10763	Red is the mist about me; Deep is the wound in my side;"Coward"thou criest to flout me?
10763	Rouse thee from thy spell; Art thou a sinner?
10763	STABILITY Whom do we wish for our friends and allies?
10763	Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett?
10763	Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett?
10763	Scare the firm of Grin and Barrett?
10763	Shall we turn back, or shall we, like Columbus, answer the falterers in words that leap like a leaping sword;"Sail on, sail on"?
10763	She says,"Oh, there are men enough, But where''ll I find a man?"
10763	Since you''ve looked so much at this side, wo n''t you have a look at that?
10763	Sleep when he wakes, and creep into a jaundice By being peevish?
10763	So here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away?
10763	Some way, I keep forgetting I have to toil or spin When you are my companions, Wo n''t you walk right in?
10763	Submission?
10763	Swimm''st thou in wealth, yet sink''st in thine own tears?
10763	THE GIFTS OF GOD Why are we never entirely satisfied?
10763	THE WOMAN WHO UNDERSTANDS"Is this the little woman that made this great war?"
10763	The men come swarming here in droves, But where''ll I find a man?"
10763	The saddest?
10763	Then did his soul Thank silently the gods that gave him strength To win, while I so sorely missed the goal?
10763	There is sunshine yet, The gloom that promised, let''s forget, The quip and jest are on the wing, Why sorrow when we ought to sing?
10763	They have won a good prosperity; Why not join the firm and share it?
10763	To what should we be more hospitable than a glad spirit or a kind impulse?
10763	Trouble face to face with you?
10763	Trouble?
10763	Upon this trouble shall I whet my life As''twere a dulling knife; Bade I my friend be brave?
10763	WHEN EARTH''S LAST PICTURE IS PAINTED What is it that a human being wants?
10763	Was it harder for him?
10763	Was the world against him?
10763	Was the world against him?
10763	What are they?
10763	What care I that the profit''s theirs?
10763	What cares he when out he''s flattened by the cruel blow it deals?
10763	What if this year has given Grief that some year must bring, What if it hurt your joyous youth, Crippled your laughter''s wing?
10763	What is the thought that is in your mind?
10763	What matter, I or they?
10763	What of frets and fears?
10763	What of the outer drear, As long as there''s inner light; As long as the sun of cheer Shines ardently bright?
10763	What right hast thou to be afraid When all the universe will aid?
10763	What say you to''t?
10763	What the evil that shall perish In its ray?
10763	What though I live with the winners Or perish with those who fall?
10763	What to yourself do you stop and say When a new task lies ahead?
10763	What tonic is there in a frown?
10763	What''s de use ob blowin''noses ef dey wo n''t stay blowed?"
10763	What''s de use ob freezin''sherbet ef it wo n''t stay friz?
10763	What''s de use ob payin''debts off ef dey''s gwine stay owed?
10763	What''s life?
10763	What''s life?
10763	What''s the use of always keepin''Thinkin''of the past?
10763	What''s the use of always weepin'', Makin''trouble last?
10763	When everything that ever ran has, so to speak, been caught?-- When every game''s been played before and every battle fought?"
10763	When the cat that Care killed without excuse With your inner self''s crying,"Oh, what''s the use?"
10763	Where does the Victor''s cry come in for wreath of fame or laureled brow If one he vanquished fought as well as weaker muscle would allow?
10763	Wherein does Failure miss Success if all engaged but do their best?
10763	Who dares to go who sees So perfectly the lions in the path?
10763	Who owns, the jeweler or I, Yon gems by window- bars confined?
10763	Why are we never at absolute peace or rest?
10763	Why doan''you pump de bellers from de inside ob yo''nose?"
10763	Why go back to that?
10763	Why not go forward to the things we really desire?
10763	Why not see the situation clearly and then throw our own strong purpose in the scales?
10763	Why should a man whose blood is warm within Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
10763	Why sit down in gloom and darkness, With your grief to sup?
10763	Why the difference?
10763	Will you give it tit for tat?
10763	With confidence clear, or dread?
10763	With doubt and dismay you are smitten You think there''s no chance for you, son?
10763	Would n''t you like to join the business?
10763	You are beaten to earth?
10763	You envy them their proud success?
10763	You may go up and I go down, Or I go up and you-- who knows The way that either of us goes?
10763	You''d serve mankind?
10763	You''re sick of the game?
10763	You''ve a house or room to sleep in-- did you build it with your hand?
10763	[ Illustration: BERTON BRALEY] IS IT RAINING, LITTLE FLOWER?
10763	_ A Lesson from History; Borrowed Feathers; Can You Sing a Song?
10763	_ Ca n''t; How Do You Tackle Your Work?
10763	_ Can You gaze them down, old man?__ William Rose Benét._ From"Merchants from Cathay."
10763	_ De Sunflower Ai n''t de Daisy; Hope; I''m Glad; Is It Raining, Little Flower?
10763	_ Edmund Vance Cooke_ How Do You Tackle Your Work?...............
10763	_ How Did You Die?
10763	_ They_ own, you say?
10763	_ William Shakespeare._ HOW DO YOU TACKLE YOUR WORK?
10763	he yelped, his face an angry red,"When everything''s been thought before and everything''s been said?
10763	why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leav''st the kingly couch A watch- case or a common''larum bell?
3650	But where are the clowns and puppets, And imps with horns and tail? 3650 Famed, as we are, for faith and prayer, We merit sure peculiar care; But can we think great good was meant us, When logs for Governors were sent us?
3650	Hark There, heard you not the alp- hound''s bark? 3650 Here''s a priest and there is a Quaker, Do the cat and the dog agree?
3650	My wut?
3650	Wal... no... I come dasignin''--"To see my Ma?
3650	What is it I see?
3650	Why should folk be glum,said Keezar,"When Nature herself is glad, And the painted woods are laughing At the faces so sour and sad?"
3650	Would the old folk know their children? 3650 Wouldst know him now?
3650	you want to see my Pa, I s''pose?
3650	( Selection) Come, my tan- faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?
3650	And is this all?
3650	And loved so well a high behavior, In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay?
3650	And what is so rare as a day in June?
3650	And where are the Rhenish flagons?
3650	And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle''s confusion A home and a country should leave us no more?
3650	And where is the foaming ale?
3650	And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow--"Shadow,"said he,"Where can it be-- This land of Eldorado?"
3650	Are his points definite?
3650	Are there many figures of speech here?
3650	Are they alike in purpose?
3650	Are they alike?
3650	Around these few names does all the fragrance of American poetry hover?
3650	Art thou afraid?"
3650	At rich men''s tables eaten bread and pulse?
3650	But who his human heart has laid To Nature''s bosom nearer?
3650	By this test where would you place Bryant himself?
3650	Can love for you in him take root, Who''s Catholic, and absolute?
3650	Can you account in the same way for the divisions at lines 68 and 89?
3650	Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren-- where were they?
3650	Connected?
3650	Deep distress and hesitation Mingled with his adoration; Should he go or should he stay?
3650	Did he do what he here advises?
3650	Did storms harass or foes perplex, Did wasps or king- birds bring dismay-- Did wars distress, or labors vex, Or did you miss your way?
3650	Do I look on Frankfort fair?
3650	Do not the bright June roses blow, To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
3650	Do the corpulent sleepers sleep?
3650	Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
3650	Do they affect you in the same way?
3650	Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
3650	Do you find any other adjectives in this poem which are poetic words?
3650	Do you find such a comparison of nature and human nature in any other poems by Bryant?
3650	Do you find this same idea in other poets?
3650	Do you not know me?
3650	Does Bacchus tempting seem,-- Did he for you this glass prepare?
3650	Does he define it?
3650	Does the punctuation help to indicate the speaker?
3650	Does this rhyme scheme help to produce the effect of the poem?
3650	FORBEARANCE Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
3650	From these details can you form a picture of this temple in its exterior and interior?
3650	Go''st thou to build an early name, Or early in the task to die?
3650	Has color any part in it?
3650	Has the night descended?
3650	Have they burned the stocks for oven- wood?
3650	Have they cut down the gallows- tree?
3650	Have you noticed a similar use of"more"in any other poem?
3650	Her hair is almost gray; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring- like way?
3650	How can she lay her glasses down, And say she reads as well, When through a double convex lens, She just makes out to spell?
3650	How do they agree?
3650	How does Longfellow differ with him?
3650	How does it apply to the bee?
3650	How much actual information did Bryant have about the bird?
3650	How should I fight?
3650	How would such a position compare with filling the governor''s chair of any state?
3650	I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song?
3650	I hear the church- bells ring, O say, what may it be?"
3650	I hear the sound of guns, O say, what may it be?"
3650	I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?"
3650	In the hurry, prosperity, and luxury of modern life is the care if the flower of poetry lost?
3650	In vain do they to Mountains say, fall on us and us hide From Judges ire, more hot than fire, for who may it abide?
3650	In what poems do you see evidences of such a method?
3650	In what ways does he secure the merriment?
3650	Irving?
3650	Is earth too poor to give us Something to live for here that shall outlive us?
3650	Is it a fete at Bingen?
3650	Is it effective?
3650	Is it like a modern church?
3650	Is not thy home among the flowers?
3650	Is the thought divided?
3650	Know''st thou what wove yon woodbird''s nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast?
3650	Lord, he thought, in heaven that reignest, Who am I, that thus thou deignest To reveal thyself to me?
3650	Loved the wood- rose, and left it on its stalk?
3650	Now in a fright, he starts upright, Awaked by such a clatter; He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries,"For God''s sake, what''s the matter?"
3650	Now, heard you not the storm- bell ring?
3650	O pioneers Have the elder races halted?
3650	Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell?
3650	Or how the sacred pine- tree adds To her old leaves new myriads?
3650	Our slender life runs rippling by, and glides Into the silent hollow of the past; What is there that abides To make the next age better for the last?
3650	Said I not well that Bayards And Sidneys still are here?
3650	Say, Yankees, do n''t you feel compunction, At your unnatural rash conjunction?
3650	Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean- side?
3650	Seek''st thou, in living lays, To limn the beauty of the earth and sky?
3650	Shall creatures abject thus their voices raise?
3650	Should he leave the poor to wait Hungry at the convent gate, Till the Vision passed away?
3650	Should he slight his radiant guest, Slight this visitant celestial, For a crowd of ragged, bestial Beggars at the convent gate?
3650	Should not the dove so white Follow the sea- mew''s flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
3650	So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure?
3650	Some more substantial boon Than such as flows and ebbs with Fortune''s fickle moon?
3650	THE RHODORA ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER?
3650	TO A HONEY BEE Thou, born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant wing?
3650	The secret wouldst thou know To touch the heart or fire the blood at will?
3650	Then on a stately oak I cast mine eye, Whose ruffling top the clouds seem''d to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine infancy?
3650	Then up spake a Scottish maiden, With her ear unto the ground"Dinna ye hear it?--dinna ye hear it?
3650	Think ve I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor?
3650	Think ye that Raphael''s angel throng Has vanished from his side?
3650	Think ye the notes of holy song On Milton''s tuneful ear have died?
3650	Thy golden fortunes, tower they now, Or melt the glittering spires in air?
3650	Thy strength, and stature, more thy years admire; Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born, Or thousand since thou breakest thy shell of horn?
3650	Till at length the portly abbot Murmured,"Why this waste of food?
3650	Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust?
3650	Was it the lifting of that eye, The waving of that pictured hand?
3650	Was the road of late so toilsome?
3650	We ca n''t never choose him o''course,--thet''s flat; Guess we shall hev to come round,( do n''t you?)
3650	Wealth''s wasteful tricks I will not learn Nor ape the glittering upstart fool; Shall not carved tables serve my turn, But all must be of buhl?
3650	What American poets express a similar need of nearness to nature?
3650	What archer of his arrows is so choice, Or hits the white so surely?
3650	What characteristics of the bumblebee make animated torrid- zone applicable?
3650	What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around?
3650	What does Lowell mean by Earth?
3650	What effect does this poem have upon you?
3650	What fire burns in that little chest So frolic, stout and self- possest?
3650	What is the shame that clothes the skin To the nameless horror that lives within?
3650	What land did Columbus see first?
3650	What objection may be made to this word?
3650	What others can you name?
3650	What wonder if Sir Launfal now Remembered the keeping of his vow?
3650	What would be the advantage to us if we knew when we climbed a Mount Sinai?
3650	What''s this?
3650	Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
3650	Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom''s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom''s banner streaming o''er us?
3650	Where did he from?
3650	Which does he love better?
3650	Which interests you more?
3650	Which is more poetic?
3650	Which seems most real to you?
3650	Whither leads the path To ampler fates that leads?
3650	Who am I, that from the centre Of thy glory thou shouldst enter This poor cell, my guest to be?
3650	Who calls thy glorious service hard?
3650	Who deems it not its own reward?
3650	Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
3650	Who is it that can make such shafts as Fate?
3650	Who is suggested in this line as white?
3650	Who is the owner?
3650	Who of this crowd to- night shall tread The dance till daylight gleam again?
3650	Who sorrow o''er the untimely dead?
3650	Who sweetened toil like him, or paid To love a tribute dearer?
3650	Who talks of scheme and plan?
3650	Who writhe in throes of mortal pain?
3650	Who, for its trials, counts it less A cause of praise and thankfulness?
3650	Why are not diamonds black and gray, To ape thy dare- devil array?
3650	Why did Moses climb Mount Sinai?
3650	Why does Bryant suggest"the wings of the morning"to begin such a survey of the world?
3650	Why does Poe use this peculiar word?
3650	Why does n''t he need to seek a milder climate in Porto Rico?
3650	Why does the coming of the raven suggest this realm to the poet?
3650	Why dream of lands of gold and pearl, Of loving knight and lady, When farmer boy and barefoot girl Were wandering there already?
3650	Why is the poem divided here?
3650	Why is the river pictured as dumb and blind?
3650	Why is this mentioned as our motto?
3650	Why is"Excelsior"the more familiar?
3650	Why should a man so endowed be compared to Shakespeare?
3650	Why should the vest on him allure, Which I could not on me endure?
3650	Why then is he called a Genoese?
3650	Will I admit you to a share?
3650	With what other poems in this book may"Hakon''s Lay"be compared?
3650	Would he choose the Oregon now?
3650	Would he then have knelt adoring, Or have listened with derision, And have turned away with loathing?
3650	Would the Vision come again?
3650	Would the Vision there remain?
3650	Would they own the graceless town, With never a ranter to worry And never a witch to drown?"
3650	Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?"
3650	Wut shall we du?
3650	ai nt it terrible?
3650	and what for?
3650	and why com''st thou here?"
3650	are they not in his Wonder- Book?
3650	at last he cried,"-- What to me is this noisy ride?
3650	did we stop discouraged nodding on our way?
3650	does no voice within Answer my cry, and say we are akin?"
3650	have they lock''d and bolted doors?
3650	have you your sharp- edged axes?
3650	how could I forget Its causes were around me yet?
3650	said Keezar:"Am I here or am I there?
3650	these gray stones-- are they all-- All of the famed, and the colossal left By the corrosive Hours to Fate and me?
3650	what dost here?
3650	why should we?"
3650	why that sound of woe?
7930	''Tis long since he and I were intimate; We differed;--but to bygones why refer?
7930	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
7930	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)....
7930	AFTER"How fared you when you mortal were?
7930	Alas, poor child, what have they done to thee?
7930	And Certainty?
7930	And darkly gleam the golden oranges?
7930	And in the piece,"Ah, are you digging on my grave?"
7930	And is there honey still for tea?
7930	And just such tinted wavelets shoreward thronging-- Could you forget things once so dear-- and me?
7930	And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill?
7930	And suddenly the true answer came to him in the form of another question: What if it should prove to be no mask at all, but just the man''s own face?
7930	And the tone is clearly sounded in A GRACE BEFORE THE POEMS"Is there such a place as Grenstone?"
7930	Are there any two creatures on God''s earth more unlike?
7930	Are they happy?
7930	Are you not afraid?
7930	Booth led boldly with his big bass drum--( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
7930	But what can compensate the dumb animals for their physical anguish?
7930	But why so few natives?
7930	Could anything be flatter the first line of the sonnet_ To John Keats?_ Great master!
7930	Could he give Christ up were his worth as plain?
7930	Could there be two poets more unlike in temperament and in style than Mr. Lindsay and Mr. Masters?
7930	Could you forget such once- dear things-- and me?
7930	Deep meadows yet, for to forget The lies, and truths, and pain?
7930	Did visions of the Heavenly Lover swim Before his eyes in youth, or did stern rage Against rash heresy keep green his age?
7930	Did we not dream so while old Wests were burning?
7930	Do n''t think I mean to loff,"Says I, like a toff,"Where d''you mean to sleep tonight?
7930	Do roses stick like burrs?
7930	Does every man really go down to business in the morning with his jaw set?
7930	Does every woman begin the day with compressed lips, determined somehow to pull through till afternoon?
7930	Does the fish soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air, That we ask of the stars in motion If they have rumour of thee there?
7930	Had he seen God, to write so much of Him?
7930	Has any human voice ever expressed more wisely or more tenderly the reason why Our Lord was a man of sorrows?
7930	Has any one ever better expressed the heart of Chaucer''s_ Troilus and Criseyde_ than in these few words?
7930	Have I not chased the fluting Pan, Through Cranham''s sober trees?
7930	Have I not sat on Painswick Hill With a nymph upon my knees, And she as rosy as the dawn, And naked as the breeze?
7930	Have we nothing to learn from nature but-- buck up?
7930	He is, however, a true poet, and any one might be proud to be the author of THE TIME AND THE PLACE Will you not come?
7930	Her dust we are, and to her dust Our ashes shall descend: Who craves a lineage more august Or a diviner end?
7930	Huge piles of stone Heaped heavenward?
7930	I do not know how many towns I have visited where I have heard"What do you think of Vachel Lindsay?
7930	I wonder if it was a"self- inker"?
7930	I wonder what those who believe in the abolition of private property are going to do with this natural, human passion?
7930	Indeed?
7930	Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?
7930	Is it not the lack of vital force which prevents so many accomplished artists from ever rising above the crowd?
7930	Is it so much to ask?
7930	Is it the government; is it society; is it God?
7930	Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in A better bed than mine?
7930	Is that all botany and zoology are good for?
7930	Is there no ancient, sceptred Wrong?
7930	Is this especially the fault of our age?
7930	Knowest thou the house with all its rooms aglow, And shining hall and columned portico?
7930	Knowest thou the land where bloom the lemon trees?
7930	Knowest thou the land?
7930	Knowest thou the land?
7930	Knowest thou the land?
7930	Knowest thou the mountain with its bridge of cloud?
7930	No torturing Power, endured too long?
7930	Now whether the reading of many manuscripts has dulled Miss Monroe''s creative power or not, who can say?
7930	O Death, where is thy sting?
7930	ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY What chilly cloister or what lattice dim Cast painted light upon this careful page?
7930	Oh, art thou the more cold or here by the fire am I?
7930	Oh, you''re my husband right enough, But what''s the good of that?
7930	On the one occasion when he met W. B. Yeats, the Irishman asked him point- blank,"What are we going to do to restore the primitive singing of poetry?"
7930	Only, whom does he accuse?
7930	Palace and throne And riches past the count of man to tell, And wide domain?
7930	Say, is there Beauty yet to find?
7930	Shall our willowed waterfall, Huckleberries, pines and bluebirds Be a secret we shall share?-- If they make but little of it, Celia, shall we care?
7930	Shall we learn anything from Edgar''s wisdom?
7930	Shall we show them through our churchyard, With its crumbling wall Set between the dead and living?
7930	So it is; but why bother about either?
7930	Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?
7930	THE TWO FLOCKS Where are you going to now, white sheep, Walking the green hill- side; To join that whiter flock on top, And share their pride?
7930	TO----( Winter 1916) Thou lover of fire, how cold is it in the grave?
7930	The London_ Times_ quite properly refuses to surrender to lines like these: And if I never see her again?
7930	The prisoner to the warder:"What''s all that he says?"
7930	The wife, weak from childbirth, sits up in bed, and speaks: Will no one stop that tapping?
7930	There is no reason why those who love birds should not love cats as well; is a cat the only animal who eats birds?
7930	These tiny syllables look large; They''ll fret your wide, bewildered eyes; But"Is the cat upon the mat?"
7930	This is worthy of the man it honours, and what higher praise could be given?
7930	Vast multitudes who dwell Within wide circling walls?
7930	Was it not simply because, in talking to us, He who could speak all languages, used our own, rather than that of His home country?
7930	Was there ever in a musical composition a more startling change from fortissimo to pianissimo?
7930	What are the facts about the so- called poetic temperament?
7930	What did you see on my peopled star?"
7930	What do the dead do?
7930	What does it matter if some of them jeer at you, or trample on your work?
7930	What does the middle watch mean to an average seaman?
7930	What has Mr. Masefield done then for the advance of poetry?
7930	What has this got to do with his poetry?
7930	What is going to become of us all if the obsession of self- consciousness grows ever stronger?
7930	What saved our poet, and made his experiences actually minister to his spiritual flame, rather than burn him up?
7930	What then?
7930	What thought compulsive held the patient sage Till sound of matin bell or evening hymn?
7930	What was it, brother, thou didst see?
7930	What would have happened if I had asked them to give me a brief synopsis of the lecture they heard yesterday on"The Message of John Ruskin"?
7930	Whither shall I go from thy spirit?
7930	Who can forget that terrible outburst of the aunt in_ Une Vie_?
7930	Who ever before thought of comparing the roar of the swiftly passing motor- cars with the sweet singing of the stationary bird?
7930	Who ever saw a picture that gave him any conception of this incomparable spectacle?
7930	Who is''t can say"I am at the worst"?
7930	Why He spake to humanity in the language of pain, rather than in the language of delight?
7930	Why did we not realize how( comparatively) happy we were then?
7930	Why do you tarry?
7930	Why should legitimate love necessarily bring misery, and illegitimate passion produce permanent happiness?
7930	Will no one let them out, And stop the tapping?
7930	Will you not come to me?
7930	Will you not come to me?
7930	_ Has my baby grown?_ What overpowering motive brought you back from peace to live once more in sorrow?
7930	_ Has my baby grown?_ What overpowering motive brought you back from peace to live once more in sorrow?
7930	and Quiet kind?
7930	is it a fault in human nature?
7930	is it the fault of our poets?
7930	or else, Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that?
7930	or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
7930	yet Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
63423	A Father who loves all the children of men?
63423	A future to fill all these bottomless gaps?
63423	And if he grudge your wage?
63423	And were you not the boy who was to grow Into a great, good man, and write fine books, And have no end of fame?
63423	And you are one with these?
63423	Are you not surprised?
63423	But art?
63423	Can they do you any good?
63423	Could she not loose him from his thrall, And lead him into the light? 63423 Do you never pray?"
63423	How many, think you? 63423 Instructed you?"
63423	My wife, What burden now?
63423	Nay,I said, In quick response,"Your argument is good; But is the artist nothing?
63423	She told you this?
63423	So? 63423 Was it a vision that cheated his eyes?
63423	Well?
63423	What are you doing now?
63423	What shall be this''something more''? 63423 Whither will she go At such an hour as this, from you and me?"
63423	Why do you write such things?--or, writing such, Leave them so incomplete? 63423 Will you explain yourself?"
63423	You have some plan?
63423	You write, perhaps?
63423	--responded I--"you do not mean That art is nothing but a thing of thought, Or, less than that, of fancy?
63423	..."And what about the niece?"
63423	All had said of me That I was"brilliant:"was not that enough?
63423	Am I not thy child?
63423	Am I understood?"
63423	An answer to a thousand prayers, up- breathed By her whom I had lost, repeated long By her whom I was losing?
63423	And have I talked so much, with such an air, That, either earnestly or in a jest, You can say this to me?"
63423	And if it be Legitimate to win, for sake of praise, The praise of one, why not of multitudes?"
63423	And if, in His intent, This passion have no place among the powers Of active life, why is it mighty there From youngest childhood?
63423	And is this weakness?
63423	And she will die: what will remain for you?
63423	And so Your nursing, chastening and developing Of power!--Pray what of these?"
63423	And what about The''manly effort,''for whose exercise He thanked you on the world''s behalf?
63423	And what could I be to a pious girl?
63423	Are the crystal brooks Sweeter for singing to the thirsty brutes That dip their beaded muzzles in the foam?
63423	Art thou angry that the anthem will not, can not, wait for thee?
63423	Art thou clinging to December while the earth is in its June?
63423	Ay, why should she, who only sought for God, Be given to a devil?
63423	Burns the tree better that its leaves are green?
63423	But are you sure that you do not presume Somewhat too much, in claiming the desire For a good name as motive of your life?
63423	By what happy law Was all that was the finest, noblest, best In those who gave you life, bestowed on you?
63423	Ca n''t a lady stir, But you must call her to account?
63423	Can streams surpass their fountains?"
63423	Content-- satisfaction-- who wins them?
63423	Could she be a wife?
63423	Could she be lost to me?
63423	Could she be mine, with such unstinted wealth Of love, and love''s devotion, as I craved?
63423	Did I ask for a brain, with contempt of the fist That could win a reward for its labor and pains?
63423	Did I bargain for promptings to loftier gains?
63423	Did I beg to be born?
63423	Did I seek to exist?
63423	Did I smile?
63423	Did you hold converse with the multitude?"
63423	Do I rave without reason?
63423	Do I report aright?
63423	Does God ever stint His utterance because no creature hears?
63423	Does God make beauty for himself, alone?
63423	Does he hold in his bosom a charm That will baffle the sprites of the air?
63423	Down from the quiet stars there fell a voice, Heard in the innermost, that troubled me:"She is not more than you: why worship her?
63423	E''en the spotted pard Will dare a danger which will make you pale, But shall his courage steal my heart from you?
63423	Feeble and proud; strong, yet emasculate; Centred in self, and still despising self; Goaded, yet held; convinced, but never moved?
63423	Had her life Been chilled by my neglect?
63423	Had her tongue Been moved to prophecy?
63423	Has he need To kindle rushes that he may behold The glory of his thoughts?
63423	Hast thou dropped thy part in nature?
63423	Hast thou not made me?
63423	Hast thou touched another key?
63423	Have you been ill?"
63423	How can you Forbid that I fall down and worship you, When what I find to worship is not yours, But God''s alone?
63423	I read:"Was it the tale of a talking bird?
63423	I said,--"Who told you this?
63423	I was proud: For was not I a king where she was queen?
63423	If, in our worship, we have need to build Noblest ideals, taking much from God With which to make them perfect in our eyes, Shall God mark blame?
63423	Is astronomy The creature of man''s thought?
63423	Is chemistry?
63423	Is e''en such bliss as may be possible Sure to be yours?
63423	Is he nought But an apt tool-- a mouth- piece for a voice?
63423	Is it the velvet?
63423	Is it thou art out of tune?
63423	Is it very strange That those who know how sweet the gratitude Which the true artist stirs, should burn to taste That gratitude themselves?"
63423	Is this Fair statement of your purpose?"
63423	Is this use-- I beg your pardon, love: you say''this art''-- The sum and end of art?
63423	Life, what art thou but a lie, Which I greeted and honored with hopefullest trust?
63423	Men with a taste for art in finest forms Cherish the fancy that they may become, Or are, Art''s masters?
63423	Oh, how much For one who craves your praises with your pence, And dies with your denial?"
63423	Omen of what?-- Of a new height of life to be achieved By my lamb''s leading?
63423	Or do you prompt me?"
63423	Pray, have you anything Which you did not inherit?
63423	Query:"which?"
63423	Shall we worship rakes?
63423	Sleeps the sun sounder under canopy Of gold or rose?"
63423	Surprised at what?"
63423	They paused, and then I heard:"May I come in?"
63423	Think you that these Could compass their achievements of themselves?
63423	Was he awake, or no?
63423	Was it a coward''s shudder that o''erswept My frame at thought of possible repulse And possible relapse?
63423	Was it a dream of the night?
63423	Was it good-- the endowment of motive and skill?
63423	Was it kind-- the strong promise that girded my youth?
63423	Was it on wane?
63423	Was it this?
63423	Was it well to succeed, when success was, in truth, But the saddest of failure?
63423	What boots it here To tell with careful chronicle the life Of my novitiate?
63423	What could she be to me?
63423	What for his brains and breeding?
63423	What for his toil and pain?--his heart''s red blood?
63423	What is fame But aggregate of praise?
63423	What matters it?
63423	What need to tell Of the succeeding summer days, and all Their deeds and incidents?
63423	What of that?
63423	What will you do When I am gone?
63423	What would come of all The music of the masters, did not we Wait at their doors, to publish to the world What God has told them?
63423	What would the morrow bring to me?
63423	What would you say?"
63423	When have I seen it?
63423	Where have I heard Of the haps of a dainty craft, that stirred My spirit with affright?
63423	Who and what was I?
63423	Who knows She may not have some rustic lover here With whom she keeps her tryst?
63423	Who to me Furnished my husband?
63423	Whom do you meet, In neighborhood like this, to give a zest To hour like this?"
63423	Why am I so low, And you so high?"
63423	Why can not they Win to themselves the honor they bestow On those who feed them?
63423	Why did I not In all my maunderings and wanderings Remember I had friends, and visit them-- Not missing her?
63423	Why should she Who begged for bread be answered with a stone?
63423	Why, why did you call me to being and breath?
63423	Will the old life of art Content you?
63423	Will you fill your waiting time With the old dreams of fame and excellence?"
63423	Will you reveal These plans of yours to me?"
63423	Would it evade me, as, for years untold, It had evaded every childish dupe Whose feet had chased the bright, elusive cheat?
63423	Would it evade me?
63423	Would it evade me?
63423	Would it evade me?
63423	Would she not Become the stern and stately president Of some society, or figure in the list Of slim directresses in spectacles?
63423	Would she not leave me for a Sunday School Before the first moon''s wane?
63423	Would she not seek The ca nt and snuffle of conventicles"At early candle- light,"and sing her hymns To drivelling boors, and cheat me of her songs?
63423	You are loved, My husband: can you tell your wife for what?"
63423	You did not know how much you loved your wife?
63423	You have no sympathy with her in things Ordained within, her conscience and her life The things supreme: can there be marriage thus?
63423	You may die first, indeed: then what resource?
63423	Your daughter-- possibly?
63423	are you blind, my aunt?"
63423	hawking, trading, delving multitude!-- How much for one man''s hope, for one man''s life?
63423	or need to use His thoughts as plasms for the amorphous clay That he may study models?
63423	she said at length;"Well?--and what of it?"
63423	what is this?
63423	who but God alone, The everlasting mystery of love?
841	Ai n''t yer Father got enough? 841 And, oh, have you seen the enchanting little cedar she planted when the First Consul sent home the news of the victory of Marengo?"
841	Ca n''t you hear me through the window, Gold Cocky? 841 Can you doubt it,''Bellissima Contessa''?
841	Eunice, my Dearest Girl, where are you hurt?
841	Have yer forgot the time I went expressin''In the American office, down ther?
841	How the Devil do you know that? 841 How will you take him?"
841	Monsieur Popain, I Want gooseberries, an apple or two, Or excellent plums, but not if they''re high; Have n''t you some which a strong wind blew? 841 Mother, where are you?
841	Say, Alice, gi''me a couple O''them two for five cigars, Will yer?
841	Sir,said she,"pray whose Garden do you suppose you''re watching?
841	Well, Lottachen, my Dear, what do you say? 841 Well, Lottchen, will that do?"
841	What ails yer, Alice? 841 What can have caused-- Where is his net?
841	What do yer mean''Bout me not havin''you to talk to? 841 What have we here?
841	What is this thing I''m pressing?
841	What means this uncivil Greeting, Dear Heart?
841	What order? 841 What the Devil''s the row?
841	When will you have it so with us?
841	Where is Father? 841 Where''s your nickel?"
841	Where? 841 Why could n''t you find the keyhole, Spruggins?"
841	Why have n''t you gone to Boston, And hunted up a job?
841	Why, Dear, What in the name of patience brings you here? 841 Why?"
841	Wot could I do? 841 You did n''t want I should git hurted, Did yer?
841	You would have taught them, would n''t you, Sergeant Boignet? 841 You''ll return the basket, Mademoiselle?"
841	A Ballad of Footmen Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars?
841	A gentleman here for two months?
841	A gigantic mug of beer effervesces to the atmosphere over a tall building, but the sky is high and has her own stars, why should she heed ours?
841	A letter, Achmet?
841	A weathercock or scarecrow or both things in one?
841	Ai n''t the moon bright enough To look at a woman that''s deceived yer by?
841	Alice----"( Door slams) Number 3 on the Docket The lawyer, are you?
841	All right?
841	Am I well painted to- day,''caro Abate mio''?
841	And may I beg to introduce myself?
841	And their name?
841	And why?
841	And your name?"
841	Angry?
841	Are yer springin''somethin''on me?"
841	Are you dumb?"
841	Are you glad To have your lover home again?
841	Are you startled, Dear?"
841	But anyhow I ca n''t dig to Chicago, can I?
841	But later when they were composed and when She dared relax her probings,"Lottachen,"He asked,"how is it your love has withstood My inadvertence?
841	But somebody''s got to stick to the old place, Else Foxfield''d have to shut up shop, Hey, Alice?"
841	But why a little soldier in an obsolete dress?
841	But would she not permit him once again To pay her his profound respects?
841	Ca n''t you guess the rest?
841	Can You hear me?
841	Can a river flow when the spring is dry?
841	Can she not enjoy life at a smaller figure?
841	Could you not bear To come and sit awhile beside me here?
841	Dearest, when will you come?"
841	Did the wind say,"Spruggins"?
841	Do men find life so full of humour and joy That for want of excitement they smash up the toy?
841	Do n''t he give yer proper pocket- money?"
841	Do they need so much force to quell the crowd?
841	Do you mind the day you went to Hadrock?
841	Does it matter?
841	For are not Tommy''s soldiers all bright and new?
841	Friend Martin, is business slack That you are in the street this morning?
841	Give me some ink--''Bouquet de la Reine'', what do you think?
841	Has this writhing worm of men a cause?
841	Her face was jerked by little, nervous twitches, She heard her husband asking:"What are those?"
841	How long d''you cal''late You''ll be gone?"
841	I thought We were to meet at three, is it quite that?"
841	I''ve good cause to love it, ai n''t I?
841	If each man were to lay down his weapon, and say, With a click of his heels,"I wish you Good- day,"Now what, may I ask, could the Emperor do?
841	Is my pipe filled, my Dear?
841	Just put up to glitter there, like a torch to burn, A sort of sacrificial show in a lofty urn?
841	My Lottachen, and was it so?
841	Not the same receipt?
841	One has often seen shoes, but whoever saw a cardboard lotus bud before?
841	Proud of being''Cavalier Servente''to such a lady?"
841	Ready, Jim?"
841	Really?
841	Say, what is the use of him if he does n''t turn?
841	Shall I try?"
841	She is late?
841	She started at the words:"Am I encroaching?"
841	Sweat or tears?
841	THE OVERGROWN PASTURE Reaping You want to know what''s the matter with me, do yer?
841	Tell me why?
841	That you were feared for me?
841	The curtain went up?
841	They look good in pyramids with the''lectric light on''em, Do n''t they?
841	This is the war of wars, and the cause?
841	We''ve given up being perfumers to the Emperor, have we?
841	We''ve had good times, ai n''t we?
841	Well, Lotta, how are you?
841	Were any branches broken?
841	Were their tools about?
841	What Fortune Had brought him there to stare about him so?
841	What are all those soldiers?
841	What are patterns for?
841	What could he do more?
841	What did you say?
841	What do you say?
841	What do you say?
841	What does this mean?
841	What falls to the ground like a streak of flame?
841	What glistens on the anvil?
841	What has dimmed the sun?
841	What has made the bed shake?
841	What have you got in your hat?
841	What if I break them?"
841	What is it?
841	What is she on this Earth?
841	What is the matter?"
841	What kept her here, why should she wait?
841	What need for roses?
841	What was this dreadful illness solitude Had tortured her into?
841	What would life be?
841	What yer mean-- goin''away?"
841	What you holdin''me fer?
841	What you spitfirin''at me fer?
841	What you want the light fer?
841	What''s that?"
841	What?
841	When would his volition Suggest his walking on?
841	Where are the people, and why does the fretted steeple sweep about in the sky?
841	Where is Everard?
841	Where should she put it?
841	Who will ever know?
841	Why Do you stand there?
841	Why Should he not give her what he liked?
841	Why ai n''t it yesterday, and Ed here agin?
841	Why did I do it?
841	Why did n''t you give it to me?
841	Why do yer make me say it?
841	Why?
841	Why?
841	Would she this sacrifice Make for a dying man?
841	XXXV What are you doing here?
841	You need a salve For your conscience, do you?
841	You need no more;''Tis we now who must beg at your door, And will you refuse?"
841	You will be proud of me at the''Ridotto'', hey?
841	You will buy me one, wo n''t you?
841	ai n''t men blinder''n moles?
7392	But is there nothing in thy track, To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished- for day?
7392	Is it loaded?
7392	The Boyswe knew,--but who are these Whose heads might serve for Plutarch''s sages, Or Fox''s martyrs, if you please, Or hermits of the dismal ages?
7392	The Boyswe knew-- can these be those?
7392	Were there ever such sweethearts?
7392	Who are you, giants, whence and why?
7392	Why wo n''t he stop writing?
7392	--Nay, ruler of the rebel deep, What matters wind or wave?
7392	Ah, comrades dear, Are not all gathered here?
7392	Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
7392	Amid our slender group we see; With him we still remained"The Class,"-- Without his presence what are we?
7392	And can we smile when thou art dead?
7392	And dost thou, my brother, remember indeed The days of our dealings with Willard and Read?
7392	And is the old flag flying still That o''er your fathers flew, With bands of white and rosy light, And field of starry blue?
7392	And that look of delight which would angels beguile Is the deaf man''s prolonged unintelligent smile?
7392	And which was the muster- roll- mention but one-- That missed your old comrade who carries the gun?
7392	And why at our feast of the clasping of hands Need we turn on the stream of our lachrymal glands?
7392	And yet-- I ca n''t help it-- perhaps-- who can tell?
7392	Are these old tricks, King Solomon, We lying moderns claim?
7392	Are they not here, our spirit guests, With love still throbbing in their breasts?
7392	Are we the youths with lips unshorn, At beauty''s feet unwrinkled suitors, Whose memories reach tradition''s morn,-- The days of prehistoric tutors?
7392	Are we"The Boys"that used to make The tables ring with noisy follies?
7392	Boatswain, lifting one knowing lid, Hitches his breeches and shifts his quid"Hey?
7392	But where are the Tutors, my brother, oh tell!-- And where the Professors, remembered so well?
7392	Can it be one of Nature''s benevolent tricks That you grow hard of hearing as I grow prolix?
7392	Come tell me, gray sages, for mischief and noise Was there ever a lot like us fellows,"The Boys"?
7392	Could you have spectroscoped a star?
7392	Did Tarshish telegraph to Tyre?
7392	Do n''t you love a cushioned seat__ In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?__ Do n''t you wear warm fleecy flannels?
7392	Do n''t you love a cushioned seat__ In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?__ Do n''t you wear warm fleecy flannels?
7392	Does all that made us human fade away With this dissolving clay?
7392	Farewell!--I turn the leaf I read my chiming measure in; Who knows but something still is there a friend may find a pleasure in?
7392	For who can tell by what he likes what other people''s fancies are?
7392	He?
7392	Here, take the purse I hold, There''s a tear upon the gold-- It was mine- it is thine-- A''n''t we BOYS OF''29?"
7392	His figure shows but dimly, his face I scarce can see,-- There''s something that reminds me,--it looks like-- is it he?
7392	How all men think the best of wives their own particular Nancies are?
7392	How are you, Joe?
7392	How from Rebellion''s broken reed We saw his emblem fall, As soon his cursed poison- weed Shall drop from Sumter''s wall?
7392	How long stir the echoes it wakened of old, While its strings were unbroken, untarnished its gold?
7392	How many, brothers, meet to- night Around our boyhood''s covered embers?
7392	How the black war- ships came And turned the Beaufort roses''bloom To redder wreaths of flame?
7392	I beg to inquire If the gun that I carry has ever missed fire?
7392	I have come to see one whom we used to call"Jim,"I want to see-- oh, do n''t I want to see him?
7392	I like full well the deep resounding swell Of mighty symphonies with chords inwoven; But sometimes, too, a song of Burns-- don''t you?
7392	I own the weakness of the tuneful kind,-- Are not all harpers blind?
7392	I sang too early, must I sing too late?
7392	If every year that brings us here Must steal an hour from me?
7392	Is Jackson not President?--What was''t you said?
7392	Is life a task?
7392	Is one in sorrow''s blinding storm?
7392	Is one in sunshine''s ray?
7392	Is this''sixty- eight?
7392	It ca n''t be; you''re joking; what,--all of''em dead?
7392	Jim,--Harry,--Fred,--Isaac,--all gone from our side?
7392	LINES 1860 I''m ashamed,--that''s the fact,--it''s a pitiful case,-- Wo n''t any kind classmate get up in my place?
7392	MY ANNUAL 1866 How long will this harp which you once loved to hear Cheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of a tear?
7392	Made one by a lifetime of sorrows and joys, What lips have such sounds as the poorest of these, Though honeyed, like Plato''s, by musical bees?
7392	May I thy peril share?
7392	No matter; while our home is here No sounding name is half so dear; When fades at length our lingering day, Who cares what pompous tombstones say?
7392	O landsman, art thou false or true?
7392	ONCE MORE ONCE MORE 1868"Will I come?"
7392	Oh say, can you look through the vista of age To the time when old Morse drove the regular stage?
7392	Old Parr was in his lusty prime when he was older far, And where will you be if I live to beat old Thomas Parr?
7392	One and another have come to grief, How have you dodged by rock and reef?"
7392	Or a pious, painful preacher, holding forth from year to year Till his colleague got a colleague whom the young folks flocked to hear?
7392	Or bow with the children of light, as they call On the Judge of the Earth and the Father of All?
7392	Or some quiet, voiceless brother in whose lonely, loving breast Fond memory broods in silence, like a dove upon her nest?
7392	QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS 1852 WHERE, oh where are the visions of morning, Fresh as the dews of our prime?
7392	REMEMBER-- FORGET 1855 AND what shall be the song to- night, If song there needs must be?
7392	Say, pilot, what this fort may be, Whose sentinels look down From moated walls that show the sea Their deep embrasures''frown?
7392	Say, shall it ring a merry peal, Or heave a mourning sigh O''er shadows cast, by years long past, On moments flitting by?
7392	Shall colts be never shod or haltered?
7392	Shall grown- up kittens chase their tails?
7392	Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away?
7392	THE BOYS 1859 HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
7392	THE SHADOWS 1880"How many have gone?"
7392	That buried passions wake and pass In beaded drops of fiery dew?
7392	That fellow''s the"Speaker,"--the one on the right;"Mr. Mayor,"my young one, how are you to- night?
7392	The breakers roar,--how bears the shore?
7392	The breathing blossoms stir my blood, Methinks I see the lilacs bud And hear the bluebirds sing, my boys; Why not?
7392	The snows may clog life''s iron track, But does the axle tire, While bearing swift through bank and drift The engine''s heart of fire?
7392	The sturdy old Grecian of Holworthy Hall, And Latin, and Logic, and Hebrew, and all?
7392	Their cheeks with morning''s blush were painted;-- Where are the Harrys, Jims, and Joes With whom we once were well acquainted?
7392	They are dead, do you tell me?--but how do you know?
7392	Was it snowing I spoke of?
7392	Was ocean ploughed with harnessed fire?
7392	We knew him not?
7392	Well, who the changing world bewails?
7392	Well,_ one_ we have with us( how could he contrive To deal with us youngsters and still to survive?)
7392	Were nations coupled with a wire?
7392	What does n''t it hold?
7392	What echoes are these?
7392	What fold is this the sweet winds kiss, Fair- striped and many- starred, Whose shadow palls these orphaned walls, The twins of Beauregard?
7392	What is it?
7392	What name?
7392	What next?
7392	What sign hast thou to show?
7392	What soil the enchanted clusters grew?
7392	What tongue talks of battle?
7392	What voice is so sweet and what greeting so dear As the simple, warm welcome that waits for us here?
7392	What was the Flying Dutchman''s name?
7392	What wizard fills the wondrous glass?
7392	When Lyon told tales of the long- vanished years, And Lenox crept round with the rings in his ears?
7392	When the twentieth century''s sunbeams climb the far- off eastern hill, With his ninety winters burdened, will he greet the morning still?
7392	When"Dolly"was kicking and running away, And punch came up smoking on Fillebrown''s tray?
7392	Where are the Marys, and Anns, and Elizas, Loving and lovely of yore?
7392	Where now are all the mighty deeds that Herod boasted loudest of?
7392	Where now the flashing jewelry the tetrarch''s wife was proudest of?
7392	Where the gray colts and the ten- year- old fillies, Saturday''s triumph and joy?
7392	Where, oh where are life''s lilies and roses, Nursed in the golden dawn''s smile?
7392	Who asks if his comrade is battered and tanned When he feels his warm soul in the clasp of his hand?
7392	Who asks to have it stay unaltered?
7392	Who cares that his verse is a beggar in art If you see through its rags the full throb of his heart?
7392	Who knew so well their pleasant tales, And all those livelier freaks could tell Whose oft- told story never fails?
7392	Who knows this ancient graduate of fourscore years and ten,-- What place he held, what name he bore among the sons of men?
7392	Who loved our boyish years so well?
7392	Who says we are more?
7392	Who?
7392	Whose God will ye serve, O ye rulers of men?
7392	Whose cry shall be answered?
7392	Whose deep- lunged laughter oft would shake The ceiling with its thunder- volleys?
7392	Why deem that Heaven denies?
7392	Why mourn that we, the favored few Whom grasping Time so long has spared Life''s sweet illusions to pursue, The common lot of age have shared?
7392	Why plead with the deaf for the cause of mankind?
7392	Why take your arm?
7392	Will he answer to the summons when they range themselves in line And the young mustachioed marshal calls out"Class of''29"?
7392	Will he be some veteran minstrel, left to pipe in feeble rhyme All the stories and the glories of our gay and golden time?
7392	Will he stand with Harvard''s nurslings when they hear their mother''s call And the old and young are gathered in the many alcoved hall?
7392	Will his dwelling be a mansion in a marble- fronted row, Or a homestead by a hillside where the huckleberries grow?
7392	Will it be a rich old merchant in a square- tied white cravat, Or select- man of a village in a pre- historic hat?
7392	Will it be some old Emeritus, who taught so long ago The boys that heard him lecture have heads as white as snow?
7392	Will ye build you new shrines in the slave- breeder''s den?
7392	Wilt thou not hear us while we raise, In sweet accord of solemn praise, The voices that have mingled long In joyous flow of mirth and song?
7392	Without thee what were life?
7392	Yes, we''re boys,--always playing with tongue or with pen,-- And I sometimes have asked,--Shall we ever be men?
7392	Yet why with coward lips complain That this must lean, and that must fall?
7392	You remember Rossini-- you''ve been at the play?
7392	_ Ah well,--I know,--at every age life has a certain charm,_--_ You''re going?
7392	_ Are you quite as quick of hearing?_ Please to say that once again.
7392	_ Can you read as once you used to?_ Well, the printing is so bad, No young folks''eyes can read it like the books that once we had.
7392	_ Do n''t you cry a little easier than some twenty years ago?_ Well, my heart is very tender, but I think''t was always so.
7392	_ Do n''t you find it sometimes happens that you ca n''t recall a name?_ Yes, I know such lots of people,--but my memory''s not to blame.
7392	_ Do n''t you get a little sleepy after dinner every day?_ Well, I doze a little, sometimes, but that always was my way.
7392	_ Do n''t you hate to tie your shoe- strings?_ Yes, I own it-- that is true.
7392	_ Do n''t you stay at home of evenings?
7392	_ Do n''t you stoop a little, walking?_ It''s a way I''ve always had, I have always been round- shouldered, ever since I was a lad.
7392	_ Do n''t you tell old stories over?_ I am not aware I do.
7392	and can it be Those two familiar faces we never more may see?
7392	and must it be?
7392	can say farewell to thee?
7392	for too often the death- bell has tolled, And the question we ask is,"How many are left?"
7392	heard I not that ringing strain, That clear celestial tone?
7392	heard you not Port Royal''s doom?
7392	off they go!-- How are you, Bill?
7392	the vacant chairs tell sadly we are going, going fast, And the thought comes strangely o''er me, who will live to be the last?
7392	unloved of Amaryllis-- Nature''s last blossom- need I name The wreath of threescore''s silver lilies?
7392	we ask; and is it true The sunshine falls on nothing new, As Israel''s king declared?
7392	what more shall honor claim?
7392	will you join in the strife For country, for freedom, for honor, for life?
7392	you Boatswain that walks the deck, How does it happen you''re not a wreck?
38529	A little could my wants supply--Can wealth and honour give me more;"Or, will the sylvan god deny"The humble treat he gave before?
38529	Hold, varlet, be still--said the Yankee attorney,"Are you to decide on the route of our journey?
38529	Or what is a drop when compared to the main?
38529	P-- x take''em( said he) do ye think they will come? 38529 That all was lies,"might well be true, But why must this be told by you?
38529	These dreadful secrets of the skyAlarm my soul with chilling fear--"Do planets in their orbits fly,"And is the earth, indeed, a sphere?
38529	Was ever a mountain outweighed by a grain? 38529 What have we done, great patrons, say,"That strangers seize our woods away,"And drive us naked from our native plain?
38529	Why captain( she cry''d) would you kill the poor sinner? 38529 Why didst thou leave thy damp infected cell?
38529	Yes, yes,--I see our nation bends;The gods no longer are our friends;--"But why these weak complaints and sighs?
38529	''_ Philip_ Freneau?''
38529	(_ Exit_)_ First Mariner_ Who can this hermit be-- what doth he here?
38529	13 And can thy ship these strokes sustain?
38529	1795._ MANHATTAN CITY[241] A Picture Fair mistress of a warlike State, What crime of thine deserves this fate?
38529	All urg''d alike, one phantom we pursue, But what has war with happiness to do?
38529	André._ How do your Excellencies?
38529	Arnold, in chief command at West Point fort?
38529	Arnold, who galled our sides in Canada?
38529	Arnold, who took and plundered Montreal?
38529	Arnold?
38529	Base grasping souls, your pride repress; Beyond your wants must you possess?
38529	But are you going out on a fighting expedition, sir, if I may be so bold to ask the question?
38529	But art thou, Arnold, less than murderer, Who thus prepare to stab thy bleeding country?
38529	But how do you carry these papers so as to conceal them in case you meet with any over- curious persons?
38529	But ruin''d was your scheme, the plan was vain, For when were Quakers in a battle slain?
38529	But, Jeffery, do you not observe how gracious and intimate our master has been for these several months past with some who are called disaffected?
38529	But, friends, why stay we here?
38529	Came you here to seize him?
38529	Can Arnold then be bought?
38529	Can France uphold them in their proud demand, That race of puny, base, perfidious dogs?
38529	Can absence, thus, beget regard, Or does it only seem?
38529	Can lambs and wolves in social bands ally?
38529	Can you behold, without one poignant pang, The foreign conquests of the brave D''Estaing?
38529	Can you[12] behold, without one hearty groan, The fleets of France superior to your own?
38529	Could you contrive no way to get him into our hands?
38529	Do trees of God in barren desarts grow?
38529	Do you see how snug they lie?
38529	For what have I done, when we come to consider, But sold my commodities to the best bidder?
38529	From a king''s uncle once Scotch rebels run, And shall not these be routed by a son?
38529	From empty froth these scribbling insects rose; What honest man but counts them for his foes?
38529	Great master of the wooden head, Where is thy wonted cunning fled?
38529	Great people we are, and are called the king''s friends; But on friendships like these what advantage attends?
38529	Has heaven, in secret, for some crime decreed That I should suffer, and my soldiers bleed?
38529	How do our friends at Philadelphia?
38529	How is he dressed?
38529	How shall I dare the rage of France and Spain, And lost dominion o''er the waves regain?
38529	How shall I make Columbia[B] yet my friend?
38529	I shall then be a widow-- forsaken and sad-- And where shall I find such another sweet lad?
38529	If I offered to lie for the sake of a post, Was I to be blamed if the king offered most?
38529	If Nature acts on Reason''s plan, And Reason be the guide of man: Why should he paint fine prospects there, Then sigh, to find them disappear?
38529	If ten poor acres will supply A rustic and his family, Why, Jobbers, would you have ten score, Ten thousand and ten thousand more?
38529	In polar worlds can Eden''s blossoms blow?
38529	In such a dilemma pray what should they do?
38529	Is he a well- looking man?
38529	Is he, then, at the garrison?
38529	Is there a robber close in Newgate hemmed, Is there a cut- throat, fettered and condemned?
38529	Is this the place where festive song Deceived the wintry hours away?
38529	Is this the place where mirth and joy, Coy nymphs and sprightly lads were found?
38529	Jove saw her vile neglect, and cried,"What madness did your fancy guide-- Why have you left so large a space With winter brooding o''er its face?
38529	Just view the limpid stream that runs to waste!-- Denied the stream that flows from Nature''s urn, By locks and bolts secur''d from rebel taste?
38529	Lavinia heard his long complaint, and said, Wouldst thou, for me, detain the expecting sail--?
38529	Must I alas disclose, to our disgrace, That Britain is too small for George''s race?
38529	Not long before, a wandering priest Expressed his wish, with visage sad--"Ah, why( he cried) in Satan''s waste,"Ah, why detain so fine a lad?
38529	Now while I spread the venturous sail To catch the breeze from yonder hill, Say, what does all this folly mean?
38529	Or is it by the jealous powers concealed, That I must bend, and they ignobly yield?
38529	Perplexed with doubts, and tortured with despair, Why so dejected at this hopeless sleep?
38529	Pray, sir, have you commands to send from hence?
38529	Pray, what means that?
38529	Remember the arrows he shot from his bow Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low The flame rises high, you exult in my pain?
38529	SCENE III.--_A number of armed peasants in an outhouse.__ 1st P._ Do you know what we are sent for, brother Harry?
38529	Shall I push for Old England, and whine at the throne?
38529	Shall we quit our young princes and full blooded peers, And bow down to viscounts and French chevaliers?
38529	Since heav''n has doom''d Columbia to be free, What is her commerce and her wealth to thee?
38529	TO THE CONCEALED ROYALIST[190] In Answer to a Second Attack[191]_ Quid immerentes hospites vexas, canis Ignavus adversum lupos?
38529	Then shakes his head, and shifts the scene-- Talks much about the"Empress Queen"-- And wonders what the Austrians mean?
38529	Then, Lydia, why our bark forsake; The road to western deserts take?
38529	Then, Sylvius, why this eager claim To light your torch at Clio''s flame?
38529	To curb these frolics of the Muse?
38529	Too soon she sinks unheeded to the grave, No eye to pity and no hand to save: What are her crimes that she alone must bend?
38529	Vast are the springs in yonder cloud- capt hill: Why, then, refuse the abundant flowing wave?
38529	Wandering a stranger to the shores below, Where shall I brook or real fountain find?
38529	Was I foredoomed in tortures[62] to expire, Hurled to perdition in a blaze of fire?
38529	Was it Resentment, Avarice, Ambition That prompted him to act the traitor''s part?
38529	What Pilot''s this, on whom we ca n''t rely?
38529	What can not her genius and courage attain?
38529	What demon, hostile to the human kind, Planted these fierce disorders in the mind?
38529	What say you, Lucinda?
38529	What say you?
38529	What though he be?
38529	When France and Spain are thund''ring at your doors, Is this a time for kings to lodge with whores?
38529	When gods are determined what project can fail?
38529	When have I fought upon the faithless flood?
38529	When the loud cannon''s unremitting glare And red hot balls compell''d you to despair, How could you stand to meet your generous foe?
38529	When was I vers''d in battles or in blood?
38529	Where chilling winds forever freeze, What fool will fix on lands like these?"
38529	Where hogs, and dogs, and keepers drink their fill, May we not something from such plenty crave?
38529	Who comes there?
38529	Who has not seen them to the dust return?
38529	Who knows but, in time, I may rise to be great, And have the good fortune to manage a State?
38529	Who shall controul the sad decree, Or what, fair girl, recover thee?
38529	Who then will afford me a mint- water dram, Gallant me to meeting-- and who will flog Sam?"
38529	Whose scheming head doth hurt our country more Than all their host beside?
38529	Why all this change in such a jovial lad?
38529	Why did I no precautions use?
38529	Why do ye delay?--''till I shrink from my pain?
38529	Why do you ask such a question?
38529	Why grieve to pass the wat''ry scene?
38529	Why, sir, what means he?
38529	Why, then, with wasting cares engage, Weak reptiles of so frail an age-- Why, thus, to far- off climates run, And lands beneath another sun?
38529	Will you please to sit?
38529	With these blue flames can mortal man contend-- What arms can aid me, or what walls defend?
38529	Wouldst thou at last with Washington engage, Sad object of his pity, not his rage?
38529	[ 263] Nay, did not your printers repeatedly stoop To descant and reflect on my Portable Soup?
38529	[ C] American soldiers.--_Freneau''s note._ But Neptune bawled out--"Why Jove you''re a noddy,"Is Britain sufficient to poise that vast body?
38529	[ C] Huascar, who was legal heir to the throne.--_Ib._***** But what am I talking-- or where do I roam?
38529	[ F]--Your Highness must be mad: Say, what alliance can with these be had?
38529	[_ Sergeant introduces Major André__ Arnold._ Captain Ashton, my friend, how are you?
38529	_ 1st P._ And where are our officers?
38529	_ 1st P._ And which way shall we bend, think ye?
38529	_ 2nd P._ How like you that?
38529	_ 3rd P._ And how shall we pass the time till they come?
38529	_ Aide._ For what could he do this?
38529	_ Aide._ General Arnold here?
38529	_ Aide._ What fort?
38529	_ Am._ Well are we met in these sequestered wilds; Whence come ye, brothers, at so late an hour?
38529	_ Amb._ And are these peasants armed?
38529	_ Arnold._ A plain blue suit, you say?
38529	_ Arnold._ A traveller?
38529	_ Arnold._ And draw boots?
38529	_ Arnold._ And what aspect is he?
38529	_ Arnold._ And wore he sword?
38529	_ Arnold._ How came you to know all these particulars; the night being so dark and stormy?
38529	_ Arnold._ How looks the weather?
38529	_ Arnold._ What may it be?
38529	_ Germaine_ Would you worry the man that has found you in shoes?
38529	_ Jeff._ And what was it he said of the French the other day?
38529	_ Jeff._ I have had it in my mind to make the same observation to you, and do you not perceive that their intimacy daily increases?
38529	_ Lucinda._ But could not some person be deputized for this purpose whose life is not of such value to Britain as yours?
38529	_ Lucinda._ You venture all this, you say, at the request of Sir Henry?
38529	_ Pasq._ How know you that?
38529	_ Sir Henry._ And, pray, what answer did he send to this?
38529	_ Sir Henry._ What say you?
38529	_ The Chapter of_ DEBATES Having pitch''d on our party, there rose a dispute On the mode of conveyance-- in waggon or boat?
38529	be ceaseless in your own?
38529	can princes do,"No armies to command?
38529	heigh!--from Cambria?
38529	is this my all?
38529	madam, is this the best tea that you keep?
38529	not some oysters, gather''d near the coast, Such as in days of old we lov''d to roast?
38529	the fort at West Point, mean you?
38529	where are they fled, Sir?
38529	where is the doctor, to give him a pill; And where is the Lawyer, to write his last- will?
38529	where shall I go?
49888	Hie, Palmerin, Once of the argent shield,What''s this device?
49888	Shall some prolific bard Reel off bright lyrics at a cent a yard, All about April rain, December snow, The brook, the sunset, and the squawking crow? 49888 What has happened, Brother Deacon, That you look so hot and vexed?
49888	What is this dove or eagle that appears,They seem to cry,"what herald of what morn Hovers o''er Andes''peaks in love or guile or scorn?"
49888	A horse without a rider here?
49888	Ah, if God can love thee, Why should a mortal give a cause for love?
49888	Ah, the faith?
49888	Ah, thy father-- How long have we been orphaned, Flerida?
49888	Alas?
49888	Am I Abraham, Tobias, or Elijah, that the gods Should visit me?
49888	And being dead Might not my brother''s spirit come from heaven?
49888	And for my penance, father, What lay you on?
49888	And little Hugh, so grown?
49888	And shall love Be reckoned in embraces, and its grace Die with the taking of its sacrament?
49888	And the King laughed, filled full his jewelled bowl, And drinking cried:"What know we of the soul?
49888	And thou, old gossip, Goes thy rheum better now the season warms?
49888	And whither, father, whither did he go?
49888	And you first, most learned scholar, Whom I''m proud to sit beside, Speak: does wisdom sans a dollar Leave you wholly satisfied?
49888	Angel or demon, what unearthly spell Returns, divinely false like all things fair, To mock this desolation?
49888	At my poor brother''s name?
49888	Be these thy sins?
49888	Be your monks rich?
49888	But hast thou not more special sins than these, No wrong, no murder?
49888	But how should reptiles pine for wings Or a parched desert know its dearth?
49888	But what came of those embraces And that taint of nigger blood?
49888	But what happens to the liquor?
49888	But what''s freedom?
49888	But where is Ulric?
49888	But whose life is his choice?
49888	But you since have lived; what knowledge Have you gathered of the Truth?
49888	Came he mounted well?
49888	Can I make haste With these poor aching joints?
49888	Can ashes choke that voice to lying silence Which once has said: I love?
49888	Can my doubting heart not wait While his true heart can fight?
49888	Can this be Palmerin?
49888	Can this be, Master, what thine eyes have done?
49888	Can we blame them we mistaught If now they seek another guide And, since our wisdom comes to naught, Take counsel of their proper pride?
49888	Can we blame them?
49888	Could not the magic of his art avail To unseal that beauty''s tomb and bid it stand?
49888	Dear saint, Is this a vision or a waking truth In which I see thee, smiling on my hopes, As only visions smile on Jack- a- dreams?
49888	Did God not ransom it?
49888	Did he cheat himself?
49888	Did not the artful devil Come to Saint Anthony in beauteous form?
49888	Did thy great soul, in its immortal sadness, Speak to thee, Dante, thus?
49888	Do n''t phantoms of the living flit about?"
49888	Dost thou know him?
49888	FLERIDA[_ pointing to the castle]._ Wilt thou take Possession of thy poor inheritance?
49888	FUTILITY Fair Nature, has thy wisdom naught to say To cheer thy child in a disconsolate hour?
49888	Father, I pray thee, Where is my brother now?
49888	Fleeting vision, Frail as a smoke- wreath in the sunlit air, Indomitable hope or vain derision, Madness or revelation, sin or prayer, What art thou?
49888	Flerida, What solace had thy orphaned life for thee In this fair desert?
49888	Flyest thou not?
49888	Forget''st thou in gay courts what I endure?
49888	From what lonely moor Dost thou salute this sun?
49888	Had Genoa in her merchant palaces No welcome for a heaven- guided son?
49888	Had Venice, mistress of the inland seas, No ships for bolder venture?
49888	Hadst thou been fortunate, Should I with cunning and outrageous hand Have moved against thy peace?
49888	Hadst thou in battle fallen, were my soul Bereft of Palmerin?
49888	Has not my brother too a priceless soul For which Christ died?
49888	Hast thou another hope Sweeter than faith to thank thy master for?
49888	Hast thou offended against chastity?
49888	Hast thou seen him Or is it slander of a gossip''s mouth That now usurps thy tongue?
49888	Hath not my sorrow magic o''er thy breast?
49888	Hath not my weary plight The wings of love to fly into thy nest And reach thee in the night?
49888	Her mission done?
49888	How can you live, strange souls that nothing awes?
49888	How now, is this good Carl?
49888	How should that die Which knows its dying, or that pine and fade Which marks the shrivelled leafage of the year?
49888	II What gleaming cross rebukes this infidel?
49888	II Who brought thee forth, immortal vision, who In Phthia or in Tempe brought thee forth?
49888	If I could bring that brother back to life Long dead to me, and dead, it seems, to God, Were''t not a deed of Christian chivalry To win my lady by?
49888	Immortal nature, say, Have I loved therefore less?
49888	In this Holy Land?
49888	Insensate love, wilt thou then never tire, Breeding the fuel of thy proper fire?
49888	Is Flerida this flower, And these five pearls her tears, Shed for thy love in her disconsolate bower These five unhappy years?
49888	Is he a subtle demon And wins my ear?
49888	Is he an angel and I put him by?
49888	Is he still captive?
49888	Is it lost as soon as tasted, Rising upon moth- like wings To be caught and scorched and wasted In this foolish flame of things?
49888	Is it something I might speak on When I preach on Sabbath next?"
49888	Is the Lord''s body but unleavened bread Weighed with a baker''s measure, or his blood Wine to be drunk in bumpers?
49888	Is thy strange world beautiful?
49888	Know ye the ancient burden of your song?
49888	Lady, hast thou forgotten Palmerin?
49888	Led he not thy father''s men?
49888	Loitering still?
49888	Lov''st thou some happier one?
49888	Nature beckons them, inviting To a deeper draught of fate, And, the heart''s desire inciting, Can we stop and bid them wait?
49888	Not without pangs of shame and bitterness I watched her smiling shadow glide away; But what of that?
49888	O first of many that mine eyes shall see On altar, tomb, and tower, Art thou the last of crosses come to me Before my guerdon''s hour?
49888	O''er all the worlds is light bereft of gladness When sad eclipses cast their blight on us?
49888	Or had I languished, Would Flerida have mocked thy constancy?
49888	Or quivers, With no changes of the moon, Her bright path athwart the pool?
49888	Out of the sunlight and the sapful earth What god the simples of thy spirit drew?
49888	Perchance an exhalation of my sorrow Hath raised this vaporous show, For whence but from my soul should all things borrow So deep a tinge of woe?
49888	Pisa none?
49888	Rode Albion not at anchor in the brine Whose throne but now the thrifty Tudor stole Changing a noble for a crafty line?
49888	Runnest thou not to meet him?
49888	Said Ulric so, that brave and trusty man?
49888	Saw''st thou his shield?
49888	Seest thou not I go?
49888	Shall little Swinburnes turn a verse with ease And sing the flaccid pleasures of disease?
49888	Shall longing break the heart and not untune the lyre?
49888	Shall love be but to hug the mother''s breast, Or else run wailing?
49888	So much is sure; But whether fiend or minister of grace How shall I know?
49888	Strange sweetness that embitterest content, Art thou a poison or a sacrament?
49888	Swarmed not the Norsemen yet about the pole, Seeking through endless mists new havens for the soul?
49888	THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE LINES READ AT THE REUNION OF A COLLEGE CLUB Would you have an illustration Of the thing we fellows are?
49888	THE CRITIC"Shall men agree?"
49888	THE SOUL To what fields beside what rivers Dost thou beckon me, fair love?
49888	THE SOUL What lovely form art thou?
49888	The Huns?
49888	The Huns?
49888	The keen pleasures of December Mean the joys of April lost; And shall rising suns remember All the dream worlds they have crossed?
49888	The old bottles''fate to share, Only that its flight is quicker Up the vortices of air?
49888	Their goads and stings Are in thy flesh, why not their ravishment?"
49888	Then he repented and is surely saved?
49888	Then, if men differ, what surprise?
49888	They slew thy brother?
49888	Thou a maid, An orphan, friendless, with these ill- paid men Guarding thy walls, what dost thou fading here?
49888	Thou sawest his body?
49888	Thou think''st thee safe?
49888	To be merciful Is to be truly just.--Has he not mended Or purged his sin in his captivity?
49888	To prolong for ever The lovers''kiss, or pine for blandishments?
49888	To the games we won and the games we lost, For we could n''t tell which before we tossed, And who cares now who paid the cost?
49888	Was it not his place To guard thee?
49888	Was not Mount Carmel, Lord, thy haunt of old Where men went up to meet thee?
49888	Was not Ulric here To lend thee succour?
49888	Was not her face As fair for me as thee to look upon?
49888	Was not her silver voice and high discourse Potent with reason on my listening ears?
49888	Was sated Rome content?
49888	Were death possible, Who would not choose it?
49888	What ails thee?
49888	What altars shall survive them, where they prayed?
49888	What better battle could approve my courage Than in a brother''s soul to fight despair?
49888	What bodes this portent?
49888	What boots the vision if the meaning fail, When all the marvels of the skies above March to the passions they are mirrors of?
49888	What chisel shaking in the pulse of lust Shall find the perfect line, immortal, pure?
49888	What fancy blown by every random gust Shall mount the breathless heavens and endure?
49888	What grief compelled thee to this bitter verse In sorrow''s harsh dispraise?
49888	What heart, revolting, ventures to be free?
49888	What lion groans, awakened in his lair?
49888	What lovely deities?
49888	What mean these weeds, these arms?
49888	What need of blessings to protest I loved thee, When benediction rose with every breath From my dumb heart to thee?
49888	What number addeth to her harmony These drops of vintage that attune her key, Or those of brine that set the wretched free?
49888	What of that?
49888	What riven lyre?
49888	What soul is free that never stirred?
49888	What spirit, voice, or face Known and unknown?
49888	What stirreth there?
49888	What winged spirit rises from their hives?
49888	What wretched joy is to the faint heart dear Whom noise of torrents fills with weak amaze And the wind fills with fear?
49888	What, my young brother, whom I counted dead, Found in this shape, a knight, a Paladin, A vision such as minstrels sing about?
49888	What, prattling still?
49888	When he told that señorita That he kissed and hugged her close Like a brother, did he cheat her?
49888	When, with no art, were precious fabrics wrought, When metaphysics with no mastering thought?
49888	Whence earnest thou?
49888	Where are they gone, those ghosts of sorrow pale, Where fled the passion that my heart defiled?
49888	Where dost thou wander?
49888	Where hath he roamed, what nameless sin committed That I may not embrace him?
49888	Where wast thou bred, if thou wast born a hind, That thou art gentle?
49888	Where?
49888	Who could have fancied That he should ever be this stalwart man?
49888	Who doteth once May dote again, for who shall fetter fancy?
49888	Who hath knighted thee?
49888	Who knows but he is dead, thy pretty knight?
49888	Who knows if in some luckless fray to- morrow I bite the dust, or in that golden sea Perish unknelled and far from Christendom?
49888	Who knows?
49888	Whom would you plagiarise?
49888	Whom would you summon?
49888	Why do thy subtle hands betray their power And but half- fashioned leave thy finer clay?
49888	Why should I falter while he fronts his fate, Or mourn while he doth right?
49888	Why should ye read them, children?
49888	Why was it criminal in me to love And in thee lawful?
49888	Why, Dante, dost thou say the saddest curse Is joy remembered in unhappy days?
49888	With no sprinkled stars above Is high heaven seen?
49888	YOUTH''S IMMORTALITY What, when hearts have met, shall sever Heart from heart, though heaven fall?
49888	Ye floating voices through these arches ringing With measured music, subtle, sweet, and strong, Feel ye the inmost reason of your singing?
49888	Yea, by its glory pale the three bright strangers That from the desert came to Abraham''s tent In figure of the blessed Trinity.-- What am I raving?
49888	You''re silent?
49888	Young, with fair locks?
49888	[_ The_ KNIGHT_ rises._ Come, shall I challenge him?
49888	might not the living help me out?
36168	But why not?
36168	Did yez say twenty?
36168	Do n''t use so much slang,cried his mother;"why ca n''t you call a boy a boy as well as a''kid''and a''duck''; and whatever do you mean by''Gee''?"
36168	Do you mean to tell me,I asked,"that my nose is as big as yours?"
36168	Does that dog bite?
36168	Gor- a- mighty, Missus, what''s in that ar desk?
36168	Have you a mother?
36168	Have you a sister? 36168 Have you any second- hand chests?"
36168	How much will you charge to move two articles of furniture one block?
36168	In the name of heaven,exclaimed a friend, as I bore down upon him beneath a cloudless sky,"what have you got on?"
36168	Is it an ice chist yez want?
36168	Is it the price of that yez''d be afther knowing?
36168	Is your name Maria Hopkins?
36168	May I sit here and wait for a friend?
36168	Must I go down there to find it?
36168	Oh, will it kill her?
36168	Shall we make for the nearest line of street cars?
36168	Walked,did I say?
36168	What will become of the sleigh and the poor, tired horses?
36168	What will you have?
36168	Where, pray, are those laggards, the violets blue? 36168 Would you please get out and walk over this bad place?"
36168	Yea, why rockest thou like boats that find no anchor, and like poplars which the north wind smiteth?
36168	***** Did it ever strike you, I wonder, this marvel of our individuality?
36168	***** Did you ever hear of the island of Avilion?
36168	***** Did you ever hunt for eggs in a haymow?
36168	***** Did you ever read of a battle siege in olden times?
36168	***** Do n''t you get awfully tired of people who are always croaking?
36168	***** Do you know which, of all the sights that confronted me yesterday in my rambles through the rainy weather, I pigeon- holed as the saddest?
36168	***** Has it been borne in upon you what radiant mornings and September nights the last two weeks have brought in?
36168	***** I am tired of the endless dress parade of the great alike-- aren''t you?
36168	***** Is n''t it heavenly to see the primrose around again?
36168	***** Is there any flower that grows that can compare with the pansy for color and richness?
36168	***** See that half- grown man?
36168	***** When you and I get rich, my dear, as some day we surely shall, what are we going to do with all our money?
36168	***** Where shall we go to find the fit symbol of Easter?
36168	***** Which would you rather be in the orchestra of human life, a flute or a trombone?
36168	*****"What is the matter, my darling?"
36168	A bull of Bashan encountered in a ten- acre lot may be outrun, but who shall escape from a cloud of mosquitoes on a windless night?
36168	A lightning stroke is soon over, but who shall deliver us from the torments of dog- days?
36168	A rat?
36168	And Lydia spoke yet again, saying,"Why, O woman of many wiles, hast thou no cream?"
36168	And dwellest thou and thy sisters in Hades by reason of the evil thou hast wrought?"
36168	And so when you encounter the bad boy, whom do you hold responsible for his badness-- the boy himself or the mother who trained him?
36168	And the daffodils?
36168	And the hyacinths?
36168	And what shall make you sweet, dear girls?
36168	And what was I to do?
36168	And what wouldst thou of a public house?
36168	And why did she make me a master hand at doughnuts and turnover pies?
36168	Another is that I am modest enough to question whether I could run a grip any better than he does?
36168	Are its tears His scorning, its groans His mirth?
36168	Are you not to be congratulated that you are out of reach of this latter day development of the human brute?
36168	Await another storm like a crab in its shell, or venture forth and become the byword of an overwrought populace, the scorn of old men and matrons?
36168	Because the goblin bee has stung our own souls, shall we seek to share the pain of its stateless sting with all we meet?
36168	But are you happy?
36168	But how about the flavor that lingers in your mouth?
36168	But of what use is a fog horn to a vessel that gives no heed?
36168	But what is the use of talking?
36168	But who shall take from me the glory of the start?
36168	But who would not rather go to wreck in a storm than founder in becalmed waters?
36168	By the way, do you know there is lots of solace to be found in an old music book of twenty years ago?
36168	Can you recall much, in all the years that thread between that happy time and this, which can transcend the pleasure of those wildwood tramps?
36168	Did fruit ever amount to anything that was left unacquainted with the sharp discipline of the gardener''s shears?
36168	Did you ever go berrying?
36168	Did you ever know a sweet young girl yet, one who was rightly trained and modestly brought up, who took to decollete dresses naturally?
36168	Did you ever stop and think just what it means to be a tramp?
36168	Did you ever stop to think, my Christian friend, that that tramp is a neighbor whom you are to love?
36168	Did you ever watch a flock of birds sitting for a moment on the mossy gable of a sloping roof?
36168	Did you notice the purple center and the dazzling edge, with the rose blush that fringed its borders?
36168	Did you see it pale to gray and vanish like a ghost into the starry night?
36168	Do I see many faces that do not bear the scar of the"goblin bee"?
36168	Do n''t you know that you are the very ones who tend to make them so-- you men?
36168	Do they miss her fairy footfall In each dim and flow''ry nook?
36168	Do they mourn for the vanished brightness Of my baby''s golden hair?
36168	Do you choose the young man who has a clean record, who neither drinks nor wastes his money in riotous practices?
36168	Do you ever stop, Mrs. Featherhead, to mark the beauty of our wayside clover or the sparkle of a buttercup in the dew?
36168	Do you know the thought of a baby without a mother to cuddle it always brings the tears to my eyes?
36168	Do you never walk to and fro with the restless countess in the sad old ballad, dreaming of"Alan Percy?"
36168	Do you pick slug- eaten roses and wind- fall blossoms?
36168	Do you remember the minister down New York way whom they fined for shooting robins?
36168	Does it dream of the lovelight tender In my baby''s eyes so blue?
36168	Does the farmer go forth with tears to plant the seed for the coming harvest?
36168	Does the navigator rebel when a bark that has been tempest- tossed and storm- driven enters port?
36168	Does the scientist mourn above the chrysalis that lets a rare butterfly go free?
36168	Ever been there?
36168	For what other purpose did nature turn me out a born cook?
36168	Have you found the nooks where, like shy children, the violets cluster?
36168	Have you seen the lake lately, as blue as a heather bell, as wild as a wood- bird, as peaceful as a brooding dove?
36168	Have you stopped, Mr. Busyman, to note the wonder of the skies, never so glorious as of late?
36168	How about the display of pine toothpicks and spotted linen?
36168	How about the finger- marked drinking glasses and damp napkins?
36168	How about the lewd jesters and the low- minded?
36168	How about the tobacco chewers and the swearers?
36168	How could hell be more quickly created than by the unmasking of such a crowd as this?
36168	How did he fulfill this prophecy of woe?
36168	How far out of our way do we go to accompany his sister on her homeward faring after a season spent among the swine and the husks?
36168	How many of us, poor earthworms that we are, would rather spend our dollar for white hyacinths than for a big supper?
36168	I am tired of walking in file, as convicts walk together in stripes-- aren''t you?
36168	I can be just as rude and just as mean as I want to be, and who is going to hinder, so long as I wear a gown and call myself a lady?
36168	I do n''t know why, I''m sure, for why should we cry when a baby dies?
36168	I do n''t like noisy people, do you?
36168	I said to myself one weary day When the world was old and the world was gray,"Has God forgotten His wandering earth?
36168	I saw a beaten dog turn and fawn beneath his master''s brutal kick, and I thought to myself, where is a more faithful friendship than that?
36168	I saw a little coffin in an undertaker''s window, and thought, what child in this busy, bustling city is doomed to fill that casket?
36168	I saw lots of things besides, but how does the balance strike?
36168	If I choose to cut criss- cross through a crowd, who shall forbid me, being a woman?
36168	If my little girl has the ear- ache, or any other tormenting ailment of childhood, do I stand over her and exact songs and smiles?
36168	If the career of a politician will spoil a man what would it do for a woman?
36168	In your long time disembodied state have you yet reached a point, I wonder, when such news as this can no longer thrill a woman''s heart?
36168	Is it worth while to keep our hearts stolid merely because we may be cheated in the bestowal of a nickel''s worth of alms?
36168	Is not the first wearing of one a trial, and a special ordeal?
36168	Is there a nook so dark and forbidding that the beautiful Easter sunshine can not enter and woo forth a flower?
36168	Is there a rock so impervious that the April wind may not find lodgment for a seed in some crevice, and there uplift a bannered blossom?
36168	Is this all the lesson the world has taught you, my pretty maiden?
36168	Madam, are you aware that a man kicked his wife to death yesterday because she failed to have his supper ready for him?
36168	Now, the woman who dreamed, being full of amazement, replied anon, and these were the words that fell from her lips:"Sayest thou so?
36168	Of what use is the tie that binds wedded hearts together if like a filament of floss it parts when the strain is brought to bear upon it?
36168	On the streets they may see a brute tyrannizing over a helpless beast of burden, or a mother(?)
36168	Or is there a nearer one yet and a dearer, from whom I could buy or borrow a pair of stockings that I may go in bathing?"
36168	Question yourself seriously, my dear; are you sufficiently considerate?
36168	Shall I ever forget how, turning to him when the carnival of sport was at its height, I murmured:"Are you enjoying yourself, dear?"
36168	Shall I say the coming man?
36168	Shall I tell you the kind of girl I especially adore?
36168	Shall I tell you what it is?
36168	Shall anybody forget that a sunrise was fair and full of promise because the noon was clouded and the evening declined into rain?
36168	She had no doubt whatever but what her husband was going to ruin himself on''Change, and then what would become of them all?
36168	So I went, and rather than again undergo the torments of the five days spent in that restful(?)
36168	That enchanted place where"falls not hail, or rain, nor ever wind blows loudly,"whose orchard lands and bowery hollows lie lapsed in summer seas?
36168	The roses and lilies and daffodils too?
36168	Their only interest is in the question,"Wherewith shall we be clothed, and what shall we have to eat?"
36168	There will be odd little freaks and unreasoning caprices, like the"What is it?"
36168	To the encyclopedia that we may post ourselves as to word derivations and root meanings?
36168	To the question,"How are you to- day?"
36168	To what shall we liken the brooding sky and the warmth of the all- loving sun?
36168	To what shall we liken the cowslip''s valiant gold?
36168	To what shall we liken the grass blades already springing up along the loosened water ways?
36168	To what shall we liken the shy unfolding of the lilac buds?
36168	To what shall we liken the twinkling leaves that shine in the dim depths of the woods?
36168	To what shall we liken the violet buds spread thick beneath the country children''s feet?
36168	To- night the sky was like the flame of King Solomon''s opal-- did you see it?
36168	Very well, that is certainly too bad, but what''s the use of being forever in the dumps about it?
36168	We love each other, but what is it that makes human love any nobler than the chirruping of birds if not its duration?
36168	What are they but fog horns warning us from off a mist- enveloped shore?
36168	What brings peace?
36168	What chance is there for a ragged tramp when such as these fail?
36168	What constitutes happiness?
36168	What did God give you muscle and girth and brain for, if not to launch you on the high seas?
36168	What do you think of him?"
36168	What earthly purpose would a cable serve that never was tested by a weight?
36168	What is this half- dead thing that is trying to force its way onto dry land from the whelming waters of temptation and misery?
36168	What love- watched home shelters the head that shall one day sleep upon that satin pillow?
36168	What matter if I am poor and unsheltered and costumeless?
36168	What matters the room where we doff our toggery when we are once out of it?
36168	What on earth is going to become of us if this awful wave of effeminacy which has struck the race does not soon subside?
36168	What progress do they make even inland?
36168	What was the matter?
36168	What would we all begin to do then, I wonder?
36168	When the trap is set, however, right in the business center of the town by daylight, what safety have we?
36168	When you go forth to buy material for a new gown do you choose cotton warp fabrics and colors that will fade in the first washing?
36168	Who are the men who wear diamonds and live easy lives?
36168	Who are the women who succeed in business ventures of any sort?
36168	Who is contented?
36168	Who is to blame-- the waiter who serves it or the business man of the concern who does the marketing?
36168	Who shall blame the woman if she said"darn"with an emphasis that might have made a pirate wan with envy?
36168	Who sings such soul- ravishing duets to- day as"She Bloomed with the Roses,""Twilight Dews,"or"Gently Sighs the Breeze"?
36168	Who would n''t rather have mignonette growing in the window?
36168	Why are girls so proud to parade an engagement ring upon their finger, when the diamond is too often the danger- light thrown out above the breakers?
36168	Why did n''t he seal them up behind double windows in an airless, sunless, hot and unhealthful home where the dear things could keep warm?
36168	Why does n''t some good citizen enter a complaint of that place and break it up?
36168	Why not add a gymnasium and dancing hall to the Sunday school and filter some of the world''s innocent sunshine inside its gloomy walls?
36168	Why not have more fun and frolic in the home?
36168	Why should evil have so much greater chance than good?
36168	Why uplift them on dangerous reefs if the ship''s crew sleeps through their warning and the unconscious captain ignores their hoarse note of alarm?
36168	Why was all this, when the mother was so eminently fitted by grace and accomplishments to create a beautiful and happy home?
36168	Within two hours it stopped raining; the sun came out and the streets filled with festively attired men and women, and where was I?
36168	Would any sane being have reviled those sorry beings for a lack of spirit?
36168	Would it pay to be pleasing to such an audience at such a sacrifice?
36168	Would not the gentle- hearted spectator have proffered a handful of fresh leaves rather, and turned away in pity that sympathy could do no more?
36168	dance like a thistle- down in a summer breeze?
2621	And why should I speak low, sailor, About my own boy John? 2621 Canst hear,"said one,"the breakers roar?
2621	Dear bird,I said,"what is thy name?"
2621	How''s my boy-- my boy? 2621 How''s my boy-- my boy?
2621	How''s my boy-- my boy? 2621 In its first radiance I have seen The sun!--why tarry then till comes the night?
2621	Look forth from the flowers to the sea; For the foam- flowers endure when the rose- blossoms wither, And men that love lightly may die-- but we?
2621	My boy John-- He that went to sea-- What care I for the ship, sailor? 2621 Think you,''mid all this mighty sum Of things forever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking?"
2621	What in all the world, in all the world,they say, Is half so sweet, so sweet, is half so sweet as May?"
2621	What''s your boy''s name, good wife, And in what good ship sailed he?
2621	Whence flies your sloop full sail before so fierce a gale, When all others drive bare on the seas? 2621 Who planted this old apple- tree?"
2621	You come back from sea And not know my John? 2621 (?) 2621 Again-- thou hearest? 2621 Ah violet, ah rose, why not the two? 2621 Ah, the promise-- was it so? 2621 Alfred Edward Housman[ 1859- 1936]WHAT DO WE PLANT?"
2621	All their soaring Souls''outpouring?
2621	Along the shady road I look-- Who''s coming now across the brook?
2621	And have I danced on cobwebs thin to Master Locust''s mandolin-- Or I have spent the night in bed, and was it all a dream?
2621	And is she sad or jolly?
2621	And was she very fair and young, And yet so wicked, too?
2621	And were one to the end-- but what end who knows?
2621	And what if behind me to westward the wall of the woods stands high?
2621	And what is so rare as a day in June?
2621	And what school- polished gem of thought Is like the rune from Nature caught?
2621	And what will this poor Robin do?
2621	And who commanded( and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
2621	Are not the roofs and the lintels wet?
2621	Arthur Symons[ 1865- CALLER HERRIN''Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
2621	Ask me why I send to you This Primrose, thus bepearled with dew?
2621	Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending, yet it doth not break?
2621	Ask me why this flower does show So yellow- green, and sickly too?
2621	At some glad moment was it nature''s choice To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
2621	Ay, where are they?
2621	Bliss Carman[ 1861- 1929] MARCH Slayer of winter, art thou here again?
2621	Bret Harte[ 1839- 1902] THE PRIMROSE Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year?
2621	But death is the worst that comes of thee; Thou art fed with our dead, O Mother, O Sea, But when hast thou fed on our hearts?
2621	But he, the man- child glorious,-- Where tarries he the while?
2621	C. L. Cleaveland[ 18--?]
2621	Ca n''t you see, the world''s wide, and there''s room for us all, Both for seamen and lubbers ashore?
2621	Can I ever understand How you grew to be so fair?
2621	Can all that Optics teach unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow?
2621	Can such delights be in the street And open fields, and we not see''t?
2621	Can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew?
2621	Can trouble live with April days, Or sadness in the summer moons?
2621	Deliverance?
2621	Did Katy love a naughty man, Or kiss more cheeks than one?
2621	Did ever Lark With swifter scintillations fling the spark That fires the dark?
2621	Did fortune try thee?--was thy little purse Perchance run low, and thou, afraid of worse, Felt here secure?
2621	Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain?
2621	Dost thou again peruse With hot cheeks and seared eyes The too clear web, and thy dumb sister''s shame?
2621	Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
2621	Dost thou so soon the seed- time tell In thy imperial cry, As circling in yon shoreless sea Thine unseen form goes drifting by?
2621	Dost thou to- night behold, Here, through the moonlight on this English grass, The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild?
2621	Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear?
2621	Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what Paradisal Imagineless metal, Too costly for cost?
2621	Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?
2621	Hamlin Garland[ 1860- DO YOU FEAR THE WIND?
2621	Has heaven a spell divine enough for this?
2621	Hast thou forgotten ere I forget?
2621	Hast thou the heart?
2621	Heart handfast in heart as they stood,"Look thither,"Did he, whisper?
2621	Horatio Nelson Powers[ 1826- 1890] ITYLUS Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring?
2621	How''s my boy-- my boy?"
2621	How''s my boy-- my boy?"
2621	I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky: For are we not God''s children both, Thou, little sandpiper, and I?
2621	I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then?
2621	I said to our Poll,--for, d''ye see, she would cry, When last we weighed anchor for sea,--"What argufies sniveling and piping your eye?
2621	I say, how''s my John?"
2621	I would that I were dead!-- Why hast thou opened that forbidden door, From which I ever flee?
2621	I''m not their mother-- How''s my boy-- my boy?
2621	If a step should sound or a word be spoken, Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest''s hand?
2621	If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature''s holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What Man has made of Man?
2621	Is it oriole, redbird, or bluebird, Or some strange, un- Auduboned new bird?
2621	Is it then so new That you should carol so madly?
2621	Is that thy lesson in the limes?
2621	John Davidson[ 1857- 1909] HUNTING- SONG From"King Arthur"Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor, When the horn is on the hill?
2621	Let his baleful breath shed blight and death On herb and flower and tree; And brooks and ponds in crystal bonds Bind fast, but what care we?
2621	Little barefoot maiden, Selling violets blue, Hast thou ever pictured Where the sweetlings grew?
2621	Madison Cawein[ 1865- 1914] TO BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast?
2621	Make me even( How do I know?)
2621	May I not dream God sends thee there, Thou mellow angel of the air, Even to rebuke my earthlier rhymes With music''s soul, all praise and prayer?
2621	Mountain blossoms, shining blossoms, Do ye teach us to be glad When no summer can be had, Blooming in our inward bosoms?
2621	Mountain gorses, do ye teach us From that academic chair Canopied with azure air, That the wisest word man reaches Is the humblest he can speak?
2621	Must time and tide forever run?
2621	NOVEMBER Hark you such sound as quivers?
2621	Nor he nor I did e''er incline To peck or pluck the blossoms white; How should I know but roses might Lead lives as glad as mine?
2621	Not a neighbor Passing, nod or answer will refuse To her whisper,"Is there from the fishers any news?"
2621	O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
2621	O swallow, sister, O fair swift swallow, Why wilt thou fly after spring to the south, The soft south whither thine heart is set?
2621	O, where''s Polly?
2621	O, where''s Polly?
2621	O, where''s Polly?"
2621	O, where''s Polly?"
2621	Oh, tell me where did Katy live, And what did Katy do?
2621	Oh, what is abroad in the marsh and the terminal sea?
2621	Oh, when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below, Shall fraud and force and iron will Oppress the weak and helpless still?
2621	Or brought a kiss From that Sweet- heart, to this?
2621	Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet?
2621	Or they loved their life through, and then went whither?
2621	Or to the lute give heed In the green bowers?
2621	Or, strayed from Eden, desolate, Some Peri calling to her mate, Whom nevermore her mate would cheer?
2621	Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
2621	Pellucid thus in saintly trance, Thus mute in expectation, What waits the earth?
2621	Percy Bysshe Shelley[ 1792- 1822] THE CATARACT OF LODORE"How does the water Come down at Lodore?"
2621	Ready to learn of all and utter naught?
2621	Robert Burns[ 1759- 1796] THE GRASSHOPPER Happy insect, what can be In happiness compared to thee?
2621	Robert Herrick[ 1591- 1674] TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
2621	Say, come ye from the shore of the holy Salvador, Or the gulf of the rich Caribbees?"
2621	Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean- side?
2621	Shall not the grief of the old time follow?
2621	Shall not the song thereof cleave to thy mouth?
2621	Shall the dead take thought for the dead to love them?
2621	Shall we go a- sailing, Or shall we take a ride, Or dream the afternoon away Here, side by side?
2621	Shall we not lift with the crickets A chorus of ready cheer, Braving the frost of oblivion, Quick to be happy here?
2621	Sister, my sister, O soft light swallow, Though all things feast in the spring''s guest- chamber, How hast thou heart to be glad thereof yet?
2621	Speak, whimpering younglings, and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep; Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullaby?
2621	Such wonder is on you, and amaze, I look and marvel if I be Indeed the phantom, or are ye?
2621	That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o''er land and sea,-- And wouldst thou hew it down?
2621	The hands that cling and the feet that follow, The voice of the child''s blood crying yet, Who hath remembered me?
2621	The hopes that hurt and the dreams that hover, Shall they not vanish away and apart?
2621	The sun goes up the day; Flickering wing of swallow, Blossoms that blow away,-- What would you, luring, luring, When I must bide at home?
2621	The woven web that was plain to follow, The small slain body, the flower- like face, Can I remember if thou forget?
2621	Then who can say if I have gone a- gipsying from dusk till dawn In company with fay and faun, where firefly- lanterns gleam?
2621	Then, worthy Stafford, say, How shall we spend the day?
2621	They''re bonny fish and halesome farin''; Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
2621	Thomas Buchanan Read[ 1822- 1872]"HOW''S MY BOY?"
2621	Thou winged blossom, liberated thing, What secret tie binds thee to other flowers, Still held within the garden''s fostering?
2621	Thy brother Death came, and cried,"Would''st thou me?"
2621	Thy lord the summer is good to follow, And fair the feet of thy lover the spring: But what wilt thou say to the spring thy lover?
2621	Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee;-- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
2621	Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy- eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee,"Shall I nestle near thy side?
2621	Thy wail,-- What doth it bring to me?
2621	To what warm shelter canst thou fly?
2621	Truth will stand, when a''thing''s failin'', Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
2621	Under the night, under the day, Yearning sail and flying spray Out of the black into the blue, Where are the great Winds bearing you?
2621	V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own?
2621	Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
2621	Wallace Irwin[ 1875- THE TOIL OF THE TRAIL What have I gained by the toil of the trail?
2621	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
2621	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
2621	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
2621	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
2621	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
2621	What boots a life which in such haste forsakes thee?
2621	What bottled perfume is so good As fragrance of split tulip- wood?
2621	What breath may move ye, or what breeze invite To odorous hot lendings of the heart?
2621	What care I for the men, sailor?
2621	What consummation works apace Between These rapt enchanted shores?
2621	What didst thou sing of, O my summer bird?
2621	What didst thou sing of, O thou jubilant soul?
2621	What didst thou sing of, O thou winged voice?
2621	What didst thou sing of, thou embodied glee?
2621	What didst thou sing of, thou melodious sprite?
2621	What do we plant when we plant the tree?
2621	What do we plant when we plant the tree?
2621	What do we plant when we plant the tree?
2621	What doth she ail?
2621	What fabled drink of god or muse Was rich as purple mulberry juice?
2621	What fields, or waves, or mountains?
2621	What hast thou found in the spring to follow?
2621	What hast thou found in thine heart to sing?
2621	What high thing could there be, So tenderly and sweetly dear As my lost boyhood is to me?
2621	What is it we can do for you?
2621	What love of thine own kind?
2621	What love was ever as deep as a grave?
2621	What matter to me if their star is a world?
2621	What matters the reef, or the rain, or the squall?
2621	What matters then that War On the horizon like a beacon burns, That Death ascends, man''s most desired star, That Darkness is his hope?
2621	What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?
2621	What plant we in this apple- tree?
2621	What plant we in this apple- tree?
2621	What plant we in this apple- tree?
2621	What recompense have we, from thee removed?
2621	What shall the tasks of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears Of those who live when length of years Is wasting this little apple- tree?
2621	What shapes of sky or plain?
2621	What stays thee from the clouded noons, Thy sweetness from its proper place?
2621	What then?
2621	What thou art we know not; What is most like thee?
2621	What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear: Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year?
2621	What will kill this dull old fellow?
2621	What wilt thou do when the summer is shed?
2621	When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, O who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
2621	When ye were sleepin''on your pillows, Dreamed ye aught o''our puir fellows, Darkling as they faced the billows, A''to fill the woven willows?
2621	Where Do Fairies Hide Their Heads?"
2621	Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
2621	Where are the songs of Spring?
2621	Where now is the picture that Fancy touched bright,-- Thy parents''fond pressure, and love''s honeyed kiss?
2621	Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her, Fold our hands round her knees, and cling?
2621	Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
2621	While such pure joys my bliss create, Who but would smile at guilty state?
2621	Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows?
2621	Who but would cast his pomp away, To take my staff, and amice gray; And to the world''s tumultuous stage Prefer the blameless hermitage?
2621	Who but would wish his holy lot In calm oblivion''s humble grot?
2621	Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
2621	Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?
2621	Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
2621	Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
2621	Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
2621	Who may expected be?
2621	Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth?
2621	Who shall foretell his songs, and who aspire But to divine his lyre?
2621	Why be glum?
2621	Why bloom not all fair flowers the whole year through?
2621	Why dies one sweetness when another blows?
2621	Why do we, then, shun Death with anxious strife?-- If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life?
2621	Why not the two, young violet, ripe rose?
2621	Why should I speak low, sailor?"
2621	Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
2621	Will never my wheels which whirl the sun And satellites have rest?
2621	Will never my winds go sleep in the west?
2621	Will they too soar with the completed hours, Take flight, and be like thee Irrevocably free, Hovering at will o''er their parental bowers?
2621	William Dean Howells[ 1837- 1920] TO AN ORIOLE How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly In tropic splendor through our Northern sky?
2621	William Dimond[ 1780?-1837?]
2621	William Wordsworth[ 1700- 1850] HYMN Before Sunrise, In The Vale Of Chamouni Hast thou a charm to stay the morning- star In his steep course?
2621	Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in the open mead?
2621	With what delights Shorten the nights?
2621	Would''st thou me?"
2621	You have heard the beat of the off- shore wind, And the thresh of the deep- sea rain; You have heard the song-- how long?
2621	You have heard the call of the off- shore wind And the voice of the deep- sea rain; You have heard the song-- how long-- how long?
2621	and what art thou?
2621	are there nine birds or ninety and nine?
2621	hast thou ever stood to see The Holly- tree?
2621	how long?
2621	in Winter dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go?
2621	in rain and snow What will keep one''s heart aglow?
2621	is it all passed over?
2621	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden''s hair Above the nets at sea?
2621	my friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?
2621	or when Having given us love, hast thou taken away?
2621	queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours?
2621	say?
2621	shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice?
2621	were ye born to be An hour or half''s delight, And so to bid good- night?
2621	what ignorance of pain?
2621	what is that sound which now larums his ear?
2621	when in you shall I Myself eased of unpeaceful thoughts espy?
2621	when the eve is cool?
2621	when, when shall I be made The happy tenant of your shade?
2621	whence is that flame which now bursts on his eye?
2621	who hath forgotten?
2621	whose sports can equal thine?
2621	you''ve seen A noble play: I''m glad you went; But what on earth does Shakespeare mean By"winter of our discontent?"
8648	Is There, Then, No Hope for the Nations?
8648	Is he wounded? 8648 Is there any news of the war?"
8648	Prepare for what?
8648	Well, well, read on; is he wounded? 8648 Well, who comes next?"
8648	What tidings?
8648	Who cometh?
8648	Whom have you there?
8648	_ Is it that these intonations Thrill him thus from head to knee? 8648 & c. Vile despots, with their minions knavish, Would drag us back to their embrace; Will freemen brook a chain so slavish? 8648 ( And who shall tell this deed of hell, how deadlier far a curse it is Than even pulling temples down and burning universities)? 8648 Adown the lane treadeth only April rain? 8648 All is gone-- Through the tangled hedge- rows green glimmer thus the sunbeam''s sheen, Dropping from cloud- rifts between? 8648 And are they really dead, our martyred slain? 8648 And did ye dream success Would still unvarying bless Your arms, nor meet reverse in some dread field? 8648 And shall History, in all her narrations, Still close each last chapter in shame? 8648 And shall an adverse hour Make ye mistrust the power Of virtue, in your souls, to make your enemy yield? 8648 And shall not evening-- call another star Out of the infinite regions of the night, To mark this day in Heaven? 8648 And trembling meet his chilling glance, And then, for once, with truthful breath, Answer,_ Is this a time to dance?_The Maryland Line."
8648	And what the foe, the felon race, That seek your subjugation?
8648	And what the spoil That tempts their toil, The bait that goads them on to fight?
8648	And, under God, whose thunder need we fear?
8648	Are we to bend to slavish yoke?
8648	Art ready for this, dear brother, who still Keep''st Washington''s bones upon Vernon''s hill?
8648	Art ready for this, dear brother, whose ear, Should ever the voices of Mecklenberg hear?
8648	Atween the trees cometh naught but summer breeze?
8648	Aye, panther, wolf, and bear, Have perish''d''neath my knife; Why tremble, then, with fear, When now I go, my wife?
8648	But e''en if you drop down unheeded, What matter?
8648	But who can paint the impulse pure, That thrills and nerves thy brave To deeds of valor, that secure The rights their fathers gave?
8648	But ye"Hunters,"so famed,"of Kentucky"of yore, Where now are the rifles that kept from your door The wolf and the robber as well?
8648	Can love be restored To bosoms where only resentment may dwell?
8648	Can peace upon earth be proclaimed by the sword, Or good- will among men be established by shell?
8648	Can you shamefully barter your birthright for gold, Or basely take counsel of fear?
8648	Could you brand us as villains and serfs, know ye not What fierce, sullen hatred lurks under the scar?
8648	Did I speak?
8648	Did they mercy show When they bound the mother that bore us?
8648	Did ye think the mere show of your guns on the wall, And your shouts, would the souls of the heathen appal?
8648	Do Sumter, Rutledge, Gadsden, live?
8648	Do they murmur of submission; Do they call on us to bow Our necks to the foe triumphant Who is riding o''er us now?
8648	Do ye quail but to hear, Carolinians, The first foot- tramp of Tyranny''s minions?
8648	Do ye quail, as on yon little islet They have planted the feet that defile it?
8648	Does any falter?
8648	Does she think on me''mid the golden hours, Past the mountain''s long blue lines?
8648	Dost thou hearken, brave Creole, as fearless as strong, Nor rouse thee to combat the infamous wrong?
8648	Earth, that all too soon hath bound him?
8648	For Thou hast called her!--is she not Thine own?
8648	Guarded is every street, Brutal the hireling foe; Is there one heart here will boldly dare So brave a deed to do?
8648	Has the fire on the altar died out?
8648	Has the love you once bore to your country grown cold?
8648	Have Ye Thought?"
8648	Have they come from the shores supernal, Have they passed from the spirit''s goal,''Neath the veil of the life eternal, To dawn on my shrinking soul?
8648	Have they turned from the choiring angels, Aghast at the woe and dearth That war, with his dark evangels, Hath wrought in the loved of earth?
8648	Have ye buckled on armor, and brandished the spear, But to shrink with the trumpet''s first peal on the ear?
8648	Heard ye that thrilling word-- Accent of dread-- Fall, like a thunderbolt, Bowing each head?
8648	How could we bear the mirth, While some loved reveller of a year ago Keeps his mute Christmas now beneath the snow, In cold Virginian earth?
8648	How grace this hallowed day?
8648	How shall we grace the day?
8648	How shall we grace the day?
8648	How shall we keep our Christmas tide?
8648	I thought I said, let me look upon your dead-- All is gone--- Was I cold?
8648	I wonder if she''ll know me?
8648	I. Hath not the morning dawned with added light?
8648	If you love me half so wildly-- Half so madly as you say, Listen to me, darling, mildly-- Would you do aught I would pray?
8648	In the dusk of the forest shade A sallow and dusty group reclined; Gallops a horseman up the glade--"Where will I your leader find?
8648	Is This a Time to Dance?
8648	Is there indeed a door Where the old pastimes, with their lawful noise, And all the merry round of Christmas joys, Could enter as of yore?
8648	Is there none to warn the camp, None from that anxious throng?
8648	Is there, then, no hope for the nations?
8648	J. Requier_"Wouldst thou have me love thee?
8648	Let apish despots trifle With home and child and wife?
8648	M. Anderson_ The Irrepressible Conflict,_ Tyrtæus_ The Southern Republic,_ Olivia T. Thomas_"Is there then no Hope?
8648	Mortally wounded--"_The Brigade must not know, sir._""Who''ve ye got there?"
8648	Must the record of Time be the same?
8648	Never such a golden light Lit the vaulted sky; Never sacrifice as bright, Rose to God on high: Thousands oxen, what were they To the offering we pay?
8648	Now, come what may, whose favor need we court?
8648	Ode--"Do Ye Quail?"
8648	One, amid the battle- wreck, restive plunged his charger black-- All is gone-- Whirrs the partridge there-- didst see where he rode so recklessly?
8648	Or have the lips of a sister fair-- Been baptized in their waves of light?
8648	Or who shall say that time will bring Fair fruit to him who sows but grief?
8648	Published Originally in the Southern Field and Fireside, By George Herbert Sass, of Charleston, S.C. Watchman, what of the night?
8648	Repentant?
8648	Shall I not keep the peace, That made our cottage dear; And''till these wolf- curs cease Shall I be housing here?
8648	Shall I wake them?"
8648	Shall dastard tyrants march their legions To crush the land of Jackson-- Lee?
8648	Shall freedom fly to other regions, And sons of Yorktown bend the knee?
8648	Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire, Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire Round which the children play?
8648	Shall it be the right hand to the friend, or the red hand to the foe?
8648	Shall it break before the sun of peace, or spread in rage impowered?
8648	Shall we have the smile of friendship, or shall it be the blow?
8648	So still, so chill, in the whispering grass?
8648	Somebody''s hand hath rested there; Was it a mother''s, soft and white?
8648	Sound to me most sweetly strange, Will your pledges ne''er be broken?
8648	Sweetest sister, dost thou weep?
8648	Tender as Hampden''s face, Who now shall fill the space, Void by his grave?
8648	The Men,_ Maurice Bell_ The Rebel Soldier,_ Kentucky Girl_ Battle of Hampton Roads,_ Ossian D. Gorman_"Is this a time to dance?"
8648	The dark, ensanguined billows, With their deep and dirge- like sound?
8648	The lily calmly braves the storm, And shall the palm- tree fear?
8648	The man, you know, Who kissed the Testament; To keep the Constitution?
8648	The noon is past, and the day is done, She knows that the battle is lost or won-- Who lives?
8648	Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched by a Fear, Unbowed her proud head, and unbending her knee, Calm, steadfast, and free?
8648	Up, then, and undismayed, Sheathe not the battle- blade?
8648	V. Shall such prevail, and shall you fail, Asserting cause so holy?
8648	V. Where''s the dastard that cowers and falters In the sight of his hearthstones and altars?
8648	W. Overall_ Carmen Triumphale,_ Henry Timrod_ The Fiend Unbound,_ Charleston Mercury_ The Unknown Dead,_ Henry Timrod_ Ode--"Do ye quail?"
8648	Was he pining for the sea?
8648	Was it a fiend from hell that spoke?
8648	Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing?
8648	Watchman, what of the night?
8648	What ails the woman standing near?
8648	What are the war- waves saying, As they compass us around?
8648	What have we left?
8648	What matter if our feet are torn?
8648	What matter if our shoes are worn?
8648	What right to freedom when we are not free?
8648	When the foot of pollution is set on your shores, What sinew and soul should be stronger than yours?
8648	While I recline At ease beneath This immemorial pine, Small sphere!-- By dusky fingers brought this morning here?
8648	Who died?
8648	Who prates of coercion?
8648	Who talks of coercion?
8648	Whom have we_ here_--shrouded in martial manner, Crowned with a martyr''s charm?
8648	Why are we forever speaking Of the warriors of old?
8648	Why droops she thus earthward-- why bends she?
8648	Why should the dreary pall, Round_ him_, be flung at all?
8648	Why your forts now embattled on headland and height, Your sons all in armor, unless for the fight?
8648	Will brave men take so low a place?
8648	Will there be in you no change?
8648	With feast, and song, and dance, and antique sports, And shout of happy children in the courts, And tales of ghost and fay?
8648	Without the heart to brave All peril to the grave, And battle on its brink, unshrinking still?
8648	Woman''s heart is soft and tender, But''tis proud and faithful too: Shall she be her land''s defender?
8648	Would not some pallid face Look in upon the banquet, calling up Dread shapes of battle in the wassail cup, And trouble all the place?
8648	Wouldst thou have me love thee, dearest, With a woman''s proudest heart, Which shall ever hold thee nearest, Shrined in its inmost heart?
8648	Ye slaughter,--do ye triumph?
8648	_ Then_ what can those waves be singing But an anthem grand, sublime, As they bear for our martyred heroes A wail to the coast of Time?
8648	can you live to see a foreign thief Contaminate its roses?
8648	could there be Pæan or dirge for thee, Loftier sung?
8648	cry the sires so famous, In Orleans''ancient field,"Will ye, our children, shame us, And to the despot yield?
8648	do you hold Your lives than your freedom more dear?
8648	each brave lesson stifle We left to give you life?
8648	had he not been with us through the terrors of that day?
8648	hast ever read what''s writ in holy pages, How blessed the peace- makers are, God''s children of the ages?
8648	have ye thought to pluck Victory from chance and luck, Triumph from clamorous shout, without a will?
8648	have ye thought?"
8648	is this a time to dance?
8648	say can you see, through the gloom and the storm, More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation?
8648	still does the Mother of Treason uprear Her crest''gainst the Furies that darken her sea?
8648	the arm is gone, it is true; But the one that is nearest the heart Is left-- and that''s as good as two; Tom, old fellow, what makes you start?
8648	the knife?"
8648	the thunder- cloud is black, And the wail of the South wings forth; Will ye cringe to the hot tornado''s rack, And the vampires of the North?
8648	the thunder- cloud is black, And the wail of the South wings forth; Will ye cringe to the hot tornado''s rack, And the vampires of the North?
8648	trembling and paling already, Before your dear mission''s begun?
8648	was it the night- wind that rustled the leaves?
8648	who can stay that living flood?
8648	who dares to deny A resolute people the right to be free?
8648	who have brothers dear Exposed to every battle''s chance, Brings dark Remorse no forms of fear, To fright you from the heartless dance?
8648	would not grow warm When thoughts like these give cheer?
8648	ye hold yourselves as freemen?
9586	A common coat now serves for both, The hat''s no more a fixture; And which was wet and which was dry, Who knows in such a mixture? 9586 And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend?"
9586	Arise,he said,"why look behind, When hope is all before, And patient hand and willing mind, Your loss may yet restore?
9586	God left men free of choice, as when His Eden- trees were planted; Because they chose amiss, should I Deny the gift He granted? 9586 I walked by my own light; but when The ways of faith divided, Was I to force unwilling feet To tread the path that I did?
9586	I yield The point without another word; Who ever yet a case appealed Where beauty''s judgment had been heard? 9586 Why dig you here?"
9586	Why, murmuring, mourn that he, whose power Was lent to Party over- long, Heard the still whisper at the hour He set his foot on Party wrong? 9586 Will nevermore for me the seasons run Their round, and will the sun Of ardent summers yet to come forget For me to rise and set?"
9586	Wouldst know him now? 9586 A LAMENTThe parted spirit, Knoweth it not our sorrow?
9586	A shadow in the land of thought?
9586	Above the wrecks that strewed the mournful past, Was the long dream of ages true at last?
9586	And feel, when with thee, that thy footsteps trod An everlasting road?
9586	And some have gone the unknown way, And some await the call to rest; Who knoweth whether it is best For those who went or those who stay?
9586	And take Cotton Mather in place of George Fox?
9586	And thy now unheeded message Burn in the hearts of men?
9586	And who could blame the generous weakness Which, only to thyself unjust, So overprized the worth of others, And dwarfed thy own with self- distrust?
9586	And who his manly locks would shave, And quench the eyes of common sense, To share the noisy recompense That mocked the shorn and blinded slave?
9586	Answereth not Its blessing to our tears?"
9586	As Galahad pure, as Merlin sage, What worthier knight was found To grace in Arthur''s golden age The fabled Table Round?
9586	But be the prying vision veiled, And let the seeking lips be dumb, Where even seraph eyes have failed Shall mortal blindness seek to come?
9586	But who his human heart has laid To Nature''s bosom nearer?
9586	Could I a singing- bird forbid?
9586	Could it succeed?
9586	Deny the wind- stirred leaf?
9586	Did I not watch from them the light Of sunset on my towers in Spain, And see, far off, uploom in sight The Fortunate Isles I might not gain?
9586	Did Love make sign from rose blown bowers, And gold from Eldorado''s hills?
9586	Did land winds blow from jasmine flowers, Where Youth the ageless Fountain fills?
9586	Did sudden lift of fog reveal Arcadia''s vales of song and spring, And did I pass, with grazing keel, The rocks whereon the sirens sing?
9586	Did we not witness in the life of thee Immortal prophecy?
9586	Do the elements subtle reflections give?
9586	Does he not know our feet are treading The earth hard down on Slavery''s grave?
9586	Fore- doomed to song she seemed to me I queried not with destiny I knew the trial and the need, Yet, all the more, I said, God speed?
9586	Forest- kaiser, lord o''the hills?
9586	Go to burning church- candles, and chanting in choir, And on the old meeting- house stick up a spire?
9586	Had we not Our own, to question and asperse The worth we doubted or forgot Until beside his hearse?
9586	Have I not drifted hard upon The unmapped regions lost to man, The cloud- pitched tents of Prester John, The palace domes of Kubla Khan?
9586	Hear''st thou, O of little faith, What to thee the mountain saith, What is whispered by the trees?
9586	His laurels fresh from song and lay, Romance, art, science, rich in all, And young of heart, how dare we say We keep his seventieth festival?
9586	His state- craft was the Golden Rule, His right of vote a sacred trust; Clear, over threat and ridicule, All heard his challenge:"Is it just?"
9586	How is it with him?
9586	How should he know the blindfold lad From one of Vulcan''s forge- boys?"
9586	If, in the thronged and noisy mart, The Muses found their son, Could any say his tuneful art A duty left undone?
9586	If, then, a fervent wish for thee The gracious heavens will heed from me, What should, dear heart, its burden be?
9586	In Orient warmth and brightness, did that morn O''er Nain and Nazareth, when the Christ was born, Break fairer than our own?
9586	In that pale sky and sere, snow- waiting earth, What sign was there of the immortal birth?
9586	In the mind''s gallery Wilt thou not always see Dim phantoms beckon thee O''er that old track again?
9586	Is the Unseen with sight at odds?
9586	Is there, then, no death for a word once spoken?
9586	Is''t fancy that he watches still His Providence plantations?
9586	Knight who on the birchen tree Carved his savage heraldry?
9586	Life was risked for Michael''s shrine; Shall not wealth be staked for thine?
9586	Make our preachers war- chaplains?
9586	Must I rate man less Than dog or ass, in holy selfishness?
9586	Nature''s pity more than God''s?
9586	No incense which the Orient burns Is sweeter than our hillside ferns; What tropic splendor can outvie Our autumn woods, our sunset sky?
9586	Now that thou hast gone away, What is left of one to say Who was open as the day?
9586	O State so passing rich before, Who now shall doubt thy highest claim?
9586	O dwellers in the stately towns, What come ye out to see?
9586	Of them-- of thee-- remains there naught But sorrow in the mourner''s breast?
9586	Oh, as from each and all Will there not voices call Evermore back again?
9586	Oh, thy gentle smile of greeting Who again shall see?
9586	Or sighs for dainties far away, Beside the bounteous board of home?
9586	Over what pleasant fields of Heaven Dawns the sweet sunrise of his smile?
9586	Priest o''the pine- wood temples dim, Prophet, sage, or wizard grim?
9586	Proud was he?
9586	Rebuke The music of the forest brook?
9586	Said I not well that Bayards And Sidneys still are here?"
9586	Shall it be of Boston said She is shamed by Marblehead?
9586	Shall we fawn round the priestcraft that glutted the shears, And festooned the stocks with our grandfathers''ears?
9586	Should not the o''erworn thresher pause, And hold to light his golden grain?
9586	Should the heart closer shut as the bonnet grows prim, And the face grow in length as the hat grows in brim?
9586	Stateliest forest patriarch, Grand in robes of skin and bark, What sepulchral mysteries, What weird funeral- rites, were his?
9586	Still on the lips of all we question The finger of God''s silence lies; Will the lost hands in ours be folded?
9586	Strong- minded is she?
9586	Talk of Woolman''s unsoundness?
9586	Than Pipe- stave hill Arcadia''s mountain- view?
9586	That, in our crowning exultations, We miss the charm his presence gave?
9586	The Traveller mused:"Your Manisees Is fairy- land: off Narragansett shore Who ever saw the isle or heard its name before?
9586	The forms of which the poets told, The fair benignities of old, Were doubtless such as you; What more than Artichoke the rill Of Helicon?
9586	The sighing of a shaken reed,-- What can I more than meekly plead The greatness of our common need?
9586	The white flash of a sea- bird''s wing, Or gleam of slanting sail?
9586	Their gross unconsciousness survive Thy godlike energy of thought?
9586	This common earth, this common sky, This water flowing free?
9586	Thy latest care for man,--thy last Of earthly thought a prayer,-- Oh, who thy mantle, backward cast, Is worthy now to wear?
9586	To ring him in and out again, Who wants the public crier''s bell?
9586	To see the angel in one''s way, Who wants to play the ass''s part,-- Bear on his back the wizard Art, And in his service speak or bray?
9586	Too quiet seemed the man to ride The winged Hippogriff Reform; Was his a voice from side to side To pierce the tumult of the storm?
9586	Was any wronged By that assured self- estimate?
9586	Was he not just?
9586	Was never a deed but left its token Written on tables never broken?
9586	What cares the unconventioned wood For pass- words of the town?
9586	What cheer hath he?
9586	What could I other than I did?
9586	What dust upon the spirit lies?
9586	What flecks the outer gray beyond The sundown''s golden trail?
9586	What hear the ears that death has sealed?
9586	What herald of the One?
9586	What if he felt the natural pride Of power in noble use, too true With thin humilities to hide The work he did, the lore he knew?
9586	What is there to gloss or shun?
9586	What makes thee in the haunts of home A wonder and a sign?
9586	What matters our label, so truth be our aim?
9586	What saith the herald of the Lord?
9586	What sharp wail, what drear lament, Back scared wolf and eagle sent?
9586	What strange shore or chartless sea Holds the awful mystery?
9586	What though red- handed Violence With secret Fraud combine?
9586	What to shut eyes has God revealed?
9586	What undreamed beauty passing show Requites the loss of all we know?
9586	What weary doom of baffled quest, Thou sad sea- ghost, is thine?
9586	What wilt thou give for thy church so fair?"
9586	What wouldst thou have me see for thee?"
9586	When she makes up her jewels, what cares yon good town For the Baptist of Wayland, the Quaker of Brown?
9586	Where be now these silent hosts?
9586	Where is the victory of the grave?
9586	Where lingers he this weary while?
9586	Where the camping- ground of ghosts?
9586	Where the spectral conscripts led To the white tents of the dead?
9586	Where waves had pity, could ye not spare?
9586	While, meet for no good work, the vine May yet its worthless branches twine, Who knoweth not that with thee fell A great man in our Israel?
9586	Who amidst the solemn meeting Gaze again on thee?
9586	Who envies him who feeds on air The icy splendor of his seat?
9586	Who in a house of glass would dwell, With curious eyes at every pane?
9586	Who murmurs at his lot to- day?
9586	Who scorns his native fruit and bloom?
9586	Who shall be Freedom''s mouthpiece?
9586	Who shall give Her welcoming cheer to the great fugitive?
9586	Who shall give to thee and me Freeholds in futurity?
9586	Who shall offer youth and beauty On the wasting shrine Of a stern and lofty duty, With a faith like thine?
9586	Who shall receive him?
9586	Who shall work for us as well The antiquarian''s miracle?
9586	Who sweetened toil like him, or paid To love a tribute dearer?
9586	Who that Titan cromlech fills?
9586	Who to seeming life recall Teacher grave and pupil small?
9586	Who when peril gathers o''er us, Wear so calm a brow?
9586	Who, with evil men before us, So serene as thou?
9586	Why dream of lands of gold and pearl, Of loving knight and lady, When farmer boy and barefoot girl Were wandering there already?
9586	Why mount the pillory of a book, Or barter comfort for a name?
9586	Why on this spring air comes no whisper From him to tell us all is well?
9586	Why search the wide world everywhere For Eden''s unknown ground?
9586	Why to our flower- time comes no token Of lily and of asphodel?
9586	Will death change me so That I shall sit among the lazy saints, Turning a deaf ear to the sore complaints Of souls that suffer?
9586	Will the shut eyelids ever rise?
9586	as there, Hast thou none to do and dare?
9586	as with moist eye I look up from this page of thine, Is it a dream that thou art nigh, Thy mild face gazing into mine?
9586	asked the passer- by;"Is there gold or silver the road so nigh?"
9586	count Penn heterodox?
9586	darest thou lay A hand on Elliott''s bier?
9586	quote Scripture to take The hunted slave back, for Onesimus''sake?
9586	quoth Esbern,"is that your game?
9586	who would not rather hear The songs to Love and Friendship sung Than those which move the stranger''s tongue, And feed his unselected ear?
61734	''How is it''?'' 61734 ''Treats you col'', does I?''
61734	''Whatever are we to do?'' 61734 About how many-- er-- how many pounds do you think it contains?"
61734	Ah,said the Professor,"this sad music affects your spirits then?"
61734	Am dat so, boss?
61734	And if I do, what then?
61734	And then,said the grocer,"you left right away for Texas and never saw her again?"
61734	And what did you say?
61734	And widders; do you feel able to prognosticate a few lines about widders?
61734	And you will continue to visit upon them the horrible suffering of being burned to death?
61734	And you will not repent of the lives you have taken by the horrible agency of fire?
61734	Any luck today, dearie?
61734	Any of this real black shiny dye that looks blue in the sunshine?
61734	Anything today?
61734	Are we in time?
61734	Are you from Galveston, stranger?
61734	Are you going to try to cauterize the wound?
61734	Bad man?
61734	Bayonet wound, maybe?
61734	Ca n''t you go home and explain the mistake to your wife?
61734	Can you tell me, sir,he inquired,"where I can find in Houston a family of lowborn scrubs?"
61734	Chock full of fun, ai n''t he?
61734	Come hither, oh knights, will ye joust for the hand of this lady fair?
61734	Did you ever hear such a flow of wit?
61734	Do n''t feel good at all?
61734	Do n''t feel like shoutin''and raisin''Cain?
61734	Do you draw a pension?
61734	Do you see that block of three- story buildings over there?
61734	Does that go?
61734	Does the proposition strike you favorably?
61734	Everyone praised you?
61734	Farm? 61734 Feel better?"
61734	Feel good, Lem?
61734	Fell off a wagon?
61734	Five hundred and twenty- seven pages, sir, and--"Written in pencil on one side of the paper?
61734	Gentlemen,he said,"you all know who our friend is that we have been entertaining, do n''t you?"
61734	Has your mother a wart on her nose, and does her breath smell of onions?
61734	Have any of you fellows been back home since you left there?
61734	Have you a father?
61734	How are Ella and the children? 61734 How do they guide themselves?"
61734	How in the world was I to state that the man''s throat was cut from ear to ear when he had only one ear?
61734	How many of us,said the man with gold glasses,"realize the many pitfalls that Fate digs in our path?
61734	How was that?
61734	How were you wounded?
61734	I insult you-- how?
61734	If you love me as I love you--She raised those fringed eyes of jet, And whispered low in pleading tones:"Just fill the wood box, will you, pet?"
61734	Is it good enough to print?
61734	Is that all?
61734	Is there another paper in the city?
61734	Is there any game about here?
61734	Is yer head buzzin'', Lem, and er achin''?
61734	Is your mother very poor?
61734	No, what''s the matter with you? 61734 Oh, king,"said the young knight,"seeing that we are about to engage in a big fight, I would call it scrap iron, would n''t you?"
61734	Or he never-- what''s that you say, sir? 61734 Piece of shell strike you?"
61734	Really, I-- I-- I never had the pleasure of meeting your wife, but I have no doubt--"What are you talking about? 61734 Shall I call a doctor?"
61734	Sir?
61734	Slip on a banana peel?
61734	Some think so,said the bartender,"what''ll you have?"
61734	Something for baby, for a dime? 61734 Speak, my own, and tell me what it is that has come between you and me?"
61734	Street car run over you?
61734	The filly, you mean?
61734	Then why in thunder do n''t you get into some decent business, instead of going around writing confounded trash and reading it to busy people? 61734 There,"he shouted,"if I was n''t Henry B. Saunders, do you suppose I would go around wearing one of his mustard plasters stuck all over me?
61734	Well, now, how do you girls breathe-- with your lungs or with your diaphragm?
61734	Well, what is it?
61734	Were you shot in the arm?
61734	Wh-- wha-- what do you mean, Maria?
61734	What battle were you in?
61734	What do you intend to do?
61734	What do you mean?
61734	What do you want?
61734	What have you done?
61734	What is it you want to know?
61734	What is it, my darling?
61734	What is it?
61734	What is the matter?
61734	What is the position?
61734	What is this?
61734	What is your mother''s name?
61734	What is your name, little girl?
61734	What was it?
61734	What''s dis bloomin''stuff about, anyways?
61734	What''s the matter with your arm, uncle?
61734	What''s the trouble?
61734	What,he cried,"not Spotted Lightning, the chief of the Kiomas, the most peaceful tribe in the reservation?"
61734	What?
61734	What?
61734	When did this happen?
61734	Who bids?
61734	Who did? 61734 Who stole dat cotton?
61734	Who, the filly?
61734	Why is it,he said,"that I am attracted by you?
61734	Why that,said the clerk,"is the thing with which we Charge the phosphate and soda we sell, do n''t you see?"
61734	Why?
61734	Why?
61734	Would you kindly remove that wine bottle and those glasses for a moment?
61734	Yes, Dad, and do n''t you wish we wuz to home, whar we could lie down in ther clover patch en kick?
61734	Yes, Dad, en is yer knees a kind er wobblin'', en yer eyes a waterin''?
61734	Yes?
61734	You bet, en is yer stummick er gripin''en does yer feel like yer had swallowed a wild cat en er litter of kittens?
61734	You know who is sincere and genuine?
61734	You refuse to take$ 50,000 for de ground, den?
61734	You say the walls are bulging out?
61734	You were in the House at the last session, I believe?
61734	Your w- w- wife?
61734	''Bout w''en, boss, will de fus''payment ob dat penshun git here, do you recum?"
61734	''Cause why?
61734	''Who''ll do it?''
61734	A Fatal Error"What are you looking so glum about?"
61734	Ai n''t you got any manhood about you?"
61734	And have they burned the vilayet?
61734	And tell us, is the Bosphorus?
61734	And were they counterfeit?
61734	And what do you suppose that surgical operation was?"
61734	And why was Kharput beaten so?
61734	And you will not scold any more?
61734	Are you determined to let your ignorance carry you to your grave?
61734	Are you going to chop that wood, or shall I whistle for Tige?"
61734	Are you sure you love me as well as you used to?
61734	At breakfast, his wife said:"How are the biscuit, Henry?"
61734	But who can tell?
61734	Ca n''t you bring some more specific charge against yourself?"
61734	Ca n''t you telegraph and have it changed for me?
61734	Can I show you some?
61734	Can you not feel for me, sir?"
61734	Clerk Certainly, and we have some real nice violet extract; would you like a few drops on your telegram?
61734	Clerk Is it anything important?
61734	Clerk To whom is this to be sent?
61734	Come to my heart, boy-- closer, closer-- Can it be Jim-- oh, can it be you?
61734	Did you call to see about a poem, or did you want him to sneak you some coupons for the bicycle contest?"
61734	Did you want something more today?"
61734	Do n''t happen to know of any accidents in your ward: births, runaways, holdups, or breach of promise suits, do you?"
61734	Do you ever bite your finger nails?"
61734	Do you ever put salt in your beer?"
61734	Do you know anything about this here Monroe docterin''?"
61734	Do you know that--""Say, old man, I''m much obliged, but this letter--""What is a letter compared with your life?
61734	Do you know what it contains?"
61734	Do you know what that does?
61734	Do you not agree with me?"
61734	Do you realize the responsibility?"
61734	Do you see this little package?
61734	Do you think I would carry my impersonation of anybody far enough to blister myself to look like him?
61734	Does yer feel real bad?"
61734	Ever know Red?"
61734	Got them all down in your mind?"
61734	Hab you any''bacco you could gib a po''ole niggah, sah?"
61734	Have you got a family?"
61734	Have you one of your business cards handy, so Lilian Daisy can get your name right in her petitions?"
61734	Have you sent it off yet?
61734	He springs to his feet in amazement and wrath and shouts:"What are you shooting at me for?"
61734	Her Ruse"How do I keep John home of nights?"
61734	How did you like the sermon?"
61734	How is it you charge so much, when the post- office only requires two cents?
61734	How long has your society been in training?"
61734	How many boxes will you take, gentlemen?"
61734	How much will this amount to, please?
61734	I was so struck with it that I took it to his room and remarked,"Porter, did you do this?"
61734	I--""Do you call that a joke, you shameless wretch?"
61734	If I dake dem, I say,''Veil, dot is ein very good man; he vas honest py dose eggs, aind''t it?''
61734	Is there any such place in Houston?"
61734	Is there no way for me to escape?
61734	John expected me to be very much startled, I suppose, but I only said softly,''Is that you, Tom?''
61734	Journalistically Impossible"Did you report that suicide as I told you to do last night?"
61734	Just like the old days when we used to meet by the lilac hedge, is n''t it?
61734	Just then the desperado gave another whoop and yelled:"Gol darn ye, why do n''t some of ye come and take me?
61734	Kin Brudder Wadkins rise and explain?"
61734	Kin anybody show me a no''counter, trashier, lowdowner buck nigger in dis community?
61734	Mayhap he was studying types, who knows?
61734	No?
61734	Now, there is nothing in the world that for sweetness--""Confound you, you''re drumming for a piano, too, are you?"
61734	Of course, it would not be so bad if she would keep her independent ideas to herself, but who ever knew a woman to do that?
61734	Oh, why did he not take some other instead of my daughter?"
61734	Only to lie as she asks us--"Where have you been so late?"
61734	Or is it still for you?
61734	Pay?
61734	Queen Titania?
61734	Right now, before I go any further, have you got any hair dye?"
61734	Say, come on and let''s go out and take somethin'', will you?"
61734	See that red- faced man out there swearing and dancing on the corner?"
61734	See?
61734	See?
61734	See?
61734	See?
61734	See?"
61734	Senior Partner: Do they give us another order?
61734	Shall we all liquor?"
61734	She says to me this morning:''Papa, will Santa Claus bring me a red wagon for Christmas?''
61734	Smack!_ She Wuz''em''s toodleums?
61734	Some esoteric chain of mental telepathy binds us two together, but what is its nature?
61734	Spring A Dialect Poem Oh, dinna ye fash y''r sel''hinny, Varum kanst du nicht the thing see?
61734	The Rake- Off"Who bids?"
61734	The Sporting Editor on Culture"Is the literary editor in?"
61734	The feelin''s pretty bully, ai n''t it?"
61734	The man gazed at the reporter out of his small, keen eyes and said:"You''re a new man on the_ Post_, are you not?"
61734	There is a hoarse murmur of pity from rough but kindly breasts, and the question runs around the group,"Who is to tell her?"
61734	Thought you''d fool me by cutting it out, did you?
61734	Turkish Questions Oh, Sultan, tell us quick, we pray What was it Pasha Said?
61734	Want to buy baby a Christmas present, eh?
61734	Was there much dust in it?
61734	We have sm--""Small children only, eh?
61734	We have sm--""Smoking in the house?
61734	Well now, do n''t you think you had better run around to a toyshop?
61734	Whar does the chicken feathers come from what I seen in his back yard dis mawnin''?
61734	Whar she git de money to buy dem clo''es?
61734	What do you think of her back?"
61734	What good is de blood of de Lamb done for him?
61734	What has been done?"
61734	What is your name, uncle?"
61734	What time does your delivery wagon pass up our street?"
61734	What will you have, sir?"
61734	What would you do, ef you was me, young feller?"
61734	When did you strike town?"
61734	Who did?"
61734	Who do you wuv?
61734	Who was it passed the Dardanelles?
61734	Why did I kill him?
61734	Why do n''t you go to work instead of fooling away your time on rot like that?"
61734	Why do you hesitate to stand up for your honor and your rights?"
61734	Why is it that you every day Mustafa head or two?
61734	Why not take Miss Muggins, your typewriter, out for a drive this afternoon?
61734	Will that do as well?"
61734	Will you have a room with a door in it?''
61734	Will you have that attended to at once?
61734	Wo n''t they be identification enough?"
61734	Wonder ef he thinks dat he kin keep a lofin''''round in de kitchen ob de New Jerusalem?"
61734	Would you give ten dollars toward a silver service to be presented to the ship?"
61734	You are in a first- rate way to succeed; For who in the world can mix things worse Than a popular writer of dialect verse?
61734	You have not been in business long in Houston, have you?"
61734	You have some nice hams, I suppose, and such staples as coffee and sugar?"
61734	You know what this tribe is when aroused?"
61734	You say?
61734	You simply touch a button and--""I tell you we have sm--""Have smart servants, have you?
61734	You want a tin horse, or a ball, or a jumping jack, now do n''t you?"
61734	_ Smack._ She Does''em fink me sweet?
61734	asked the editor,"a lawn mower?"
61734	how are they coming?"
61734	said the bartender,"water?"
61734	she asks,"spontaneous combustion or snakes?"
61734	what is that big copper thing over there?"
61701	''How long since he-- since it occurred?'' 61701 ''Look here,''he cried,''what''s the matter with your infernal stuff?''
61701	''Vat vill you gif,''said Pulitzer,''for another head of hair yoost as good?'' 61701 ''Vat''s dis?''
61701	''What do you mean byboth?"''
61701	''What success?'' 61701 ''What''s the good of your stuff,"he asked angrily,''if it makes your hair grow and then all fall out again?''
61701	''You''ve come, have you?'' 61701 A romance?
61701	A story, little one?
61701	Ah you Miss Cook?
61701	And how about your man who had taken poison?
61701	Anything else?
61701	Are they injurious to the system?
61701	Are you in much pain?
61701	Bob, you d''graded lun''tic, do n''t you know what that ish? 61701 Ca n''t she?
61701	Can it be that I have discovered a new germ? 61701 Could you make it twelve?"
61701	Did I ever tell you?
61701	Did n''t you find the letter?
61701	Did you get it, old boy?
61701	Do n''t he make your face wide? 61701 Do n''t yer know me?
61701	Do you indulge?
61701	Do you know that lady with R----?
61701	Do you know what I am, sir?
61701	Do you see them cuts and them bruises? 61701 Ever been in Seattle, Washington Territory?"
61701	Funny little round things, ai n''t they?
61701	Good morning,says the citizen,"what in the world are you doing up so early?"
61701	Haircut?
61701	Have you a dime, sir, a man could get something to eat with?
61701	Him?
61701	How did I escape from that dreadful fire?
61701	How do I account for it? 61701 How do I account for it?"
61701	How do you account for its having made the hair grow on Mr. Plunket''s head?
61701	How is the kid?
61701	How many rounds?
61701	How would you like to go up into one of the gambling rooms just to look on a while? 61701 I suppose by this time he''s admitted somewhere, is n''t he, Ralph?"
61701	Is n''t it beautiful?
61701	Is this lady your w- w- wife?
61701	Jack, the Giant Killer? 61701 Kathleen,"said her papa one day,"what''s the matter wid that long- legged omadhaun Fergus?
61701	Little Things, but Ai n''t They Whizzers?
61701	Love? 61701 Mrs. R----,"said the detective,"what is your desire in this matter?
61701	My friend,said I,"will you not tell me what is the matter?"
61701	Now what the thunder are you looking under my tables and kicking down my door for, if you please?
61701	Old man,he says, with solemnly raised eyebrows,"Whazzer mazzer?"
61701	Say,said Mr. Simmons,"whatever have you got in there?"
61701	Shall we go in?
61701	Suicide?
61701	Tan''ou tell me Dack, the Diant Killer?
61701	Then, who--?
61701	Three?
61701	What are you fellows teasing that little girl about?
61701	What did you strike this man with a chair for?
61701	What do you fellows do up there?
61701	What do you pay now?
61701	What for?
61701	What is it, my good man?
61701	What is it?
61701	What is this stuff?
61701	What shall we have for supper, mammy?
61701	What was your prescription?
61701	What would you think,he said,"if I should tell you that I am 241 years old?"
61701	What''s that?
61701	Whatsher doin''?
61701	Where are you going?
61701	Where is he?
61701	Where''s the other woman gotten to?
61701	Who is Cyrus? 61701 Who shot him?"
61701	Why do n''t you come on?
61701	Will you go, Penelope?
61701	Will''ou tell me dat''tory?
61701	Willie, as a personal favor, would you mind weeping a while on the floor? 61701 Wot wuz I sayin''?"
61701	Wot''s eatin''you?
61701	Would''st know the legend of this place? 61701 Wuz I a talkin''?
61701	Yer sermon, reverend?
61701	You mean bet any amount we please?
61701	''Oh, Jim,''says the wife,''where, oh where have you been?
61701	***** Captain Richard Saxon Clancy, paymaster(?)
61701	***** Did you ever watch a young lady buy a Christmas present for her father?
61701	*****"Did you sell your tonic out?"
61701	A thought strikes him, and he stops near the door and says:"Your husband, now where was he from?"
61701	Ai n''t there enough jobs in the city That need whitewashing Without jumping on me?
61701	Am I right in my conjecture?"
61701	And then she spake, uplifting her sweet voice, And said in tender tones:"And must I choose?"
61701	And you have never succeeded in overcoming the adverse tendency?''
61701	And-- what is that I smell?
61701	As his mother went out, he asked:"Mamma, is papa too sick to work?"
61701	Backward or forward, or where?
61701	But it is Christmas eve, and what do we care for their laughter?
61701	Callin''of me, is he?
61701	Can I do anything to make you easier?"
61701	Can''tcher say lay''m down to sleep, Jim?"
61701	Captain Clancy remembered to have heard a friend say that there was a quiet saloon on-- let''s see, what street was it?
61701	Conductor, can you change a dollar?
61701	Did I stand off 5,000 Mexicans in''36 To be kalsomined and wall- papered And fixed up with dados and pink mottoes In''96?
61701	Did you ever reflect that children are the wisest philosophers in the world?
61701	Did you think that the colonel''s daughter Was afraid to ride in a little cold Back to the fort?
61701	Do I have to repeat it?
61701	Do n''t you know a news item from an inscription on the pyramids?
61701	Do you drink it?"
61701	Do you forget that you are a private?
61701	Do you know where I got''em?
61701	Do you know where Mrs. Tompkins lives?
61701	Do you not think I have had some hard luck?"
61701	Do you see that blue mug on the shelf, the third from the right?
61701	Do you speak English, or only railroad?"
61701	Feel that dampness rising every minute?
61701	Five minutes later Captain Richard Saxon Clancy, paymaster(?)
61701	Going to snow?--Well, what do I care?
61701	Got the price of a toddy, Jimmy?"
61701	Got to go out again tonight?"
61701	Had n''t we better take along a bottle of whiskey to help pass away the time?"
61701	Has he any hopes, fears, dislikes, ambitions, hates, loves or desires?
61701	Has it grown dark?
61701	Has you anything to say, reverend?"
61701	Have I asked you for anything?"
61701	Have you ever met with a similar case, doctor?''
61701	He could shave people when he was drunk as well as he could sober.--Razor hurt you?"
61701	Hello, there, mister, ca n''t you give a feller a dime to get him some supper?"
61701	His little boys ran up and shouted:"Oh, papa, what was that the policeman gave you?
61701	How long does the train stop?
61701	Hullo, what''s this he''s been writing?"
61701	Hurt you?"
61701	I am so sleepy and cold; Is this the maiden bold Who a few hours ago spoke so brave, And claimed such a deal of courage?
61701	I know you have n''t been drinking, but what is the matter with you?
61701	I said, and then I began to think, and I said to the man:"''What kind of looking men were the Plunkets?''
61701	I say, Willie, did you ever hear a gumdrop?"
61701	I''ve four aces, what you got?"
61701	I--""And why not, oh, Scheherezade?"
61701	In what way have I insulted you?
61701	Is my hat on straight?
61701	Is scientific fame within my grasp?"
61701	Is that your own hair, Willie, or do you ride a bicycle?"
61701	Is the cigarette girl exhausted or Newport society all engaged, that they can not furnish us with something better to look upon?
61701	Is there anything you can do for me, doctor?''
61701	Is there no more?
61701	Is they any coffee left in that pot?"
61701	It is remarkable how the tempter always comes up so his shadow will fall across one''s path, is n''t it?
61701	Jim, do n''t you hear angel throng shingin''shongs''n see lights shinin''in New Jerushalem?"
61701	Jimmy, ca n''t you let me in on it?"
61701	Knewest thou fair Rosamond, the Houston belle, Who years ago, like some fair Lorelei of old Upon the hearts of all our gallants set her feet?
61701	Let''s see-- Ellenobes, or Ellenites, or what?"
61701	Look up, Travers, into my eyes; Do you see anything in them to prize?
61701	Mammy, dear, can I send you a choice bit of the''possum?"
61701	My strength and my will are gone; Where is our course, can you tell me?
61701	No?
61701	Now, how did whisky bring you to this condition?"
61701	Now, what do you think of that?"
61701	Oh, have you seen my husband?
61701	Oh, where''s mamma gotten to?
61701	Part Two: Sketches Did You See the Circus?
61701	Plunket?''
61701	Ride for my life?--Why, Travers, Are you frightened, man?
61701	Sabe?"
61701	Sabe?"
61701	Say, Willie, how much do you want to raise the rent?"
61701	See?"
61701	See?"
61701	See?"
61701	So Jack--""Say,"said the little girl,"when is''ou doin''to tell me dat''tory?"
61701	So he put on brakes and--""Tan''ou tell me de''tory about Dack de Diant Killer?"
61701	So he--""When is''ou doin''to begin dat''tory?"
61701	Some other way suit you?
61701	Speak, Mr. Meeks, is it to be found elsewhere?"
61701	Thanksgiving Remarks When the Train Comes In Christmas Eve New Year''s Eve and How It Came to Houston Watchman, What of the Night?
61701	The Snow''Tis thirty miles, you say?
61701	The bartender winked at Captain Clancy and said softly:"Struck it rich, eh, Jimmy, old boy?"
61701	The ragged man replied sadly and reproachfully:"Did I not pay my last dollar for refreshments while telling it to you?
61701	This little rat of a newsboy-- why should you see him personally?
61701	To what do you attribute your downfall into the clutches of the law?"
61701	To what point do you wish me to prosecute inquiries?"
61701	W''y do n''t yer go to de calaboose and snooze it off, mister?"
61701	Watchman, What of the Night?
61701	What are those horn collar- buttons worth?"
61701	What clogs my heart?
61701	What could he do in the great, busy city to help his sick father?
61701	What do you think love is, Ralph?"
61701	What do you think of Jefferson Davis?"
61701	What is he doing there?
61701	What is it you say?--the snow?
61701	What nectar is this, tasteless, colorless and sweet as the morning air that quenches thirst, and does not excite the senses?
61701	What shall I do?''
61701	What shall it be?"
61701	What shall we call''em, Ellen?
61701	What will become of them now?"
61701	What''s the best hotel in town?
61701	What''s the lay you''re on, anyway?"
61701	Whazzer mazzer wiz livin''for country''n so forth?"
61701	When he saw me he brushed the tears away from his eyes and said gently:*****"''"''"''Is that you, little one?
61701	Where can I find a good restaurant?
61701	Where in thunder have I seen you before?
61701	Where is the bicyclist hero who would undertake the task of draining to the good health of his lady love her bicycle gaiter filled with beer?
61701	Where was Fergus O''Hollihan?
61701	Which way is town?
61701	Who wins de fight?"
61701	Who''s to pay?''
61701	Why ca n''t a lady go in for athletics without trying to look and dress tough?
61701	Why do n''t you pull off your coat and cool off, James, as you usually do?"
61701	Why do n''t you work this gag of yours off on the syndicates?"
61701	Why not see him, explain the whole matter to him and when I have heard enough, let you and him appear as witnesses?"
61701	Why should I beg?"
61701	Why should I?
61701	Why should it be insisted that I want to cram it down one''s throat as poetry?
61701	Will you marry me?"
61701	Will you move one of your feet and allow me to pass?"
61701	Wonder if she''s bright enough to understand?"
61701	Would you have us Racing for a stray snowflake?
61701	You can not?
61701	You''ve had so much--""Bobby,"says the Old Boy,"have I labored all these years in vain, trying to convince you that you are an ass?
61701	asked Fergus;"this cold, refreshing liquid that with such exquisite freshness thrills through my heated frame?
61701	asked a man who came out to the gate?
61701	for the M. K.& T. Railway Company, and member(?)
61701	gasped the detective,"Lord A''mighty, then who''s under the table?"
61701	he asked, as he puffed at his long black Principe,"about an adventure I had in Africa a few years ago?
61701	is it any wonder that we curse the necktie habit as an enemy of man, and on New Year''s morning swear to abjure it forever?
61701	the mirage?"
61701	was not that the sound Of church bells?
15390	What is this that ye do, my children? 15390 470 Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness? 15390 845 Is it a foolish dream, an idle and vague superstition? 15390 Any reason except a continuation of the story? 15390 Are people more brave at night or in the morning? 15390 Are premonitions common? 15390 Are such occurrences common in general life? 15390 Are there not other youths as fair as Gabriel? 15390 Art thou so near unto me, and yet I can not behold thee? 15390 Art thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does not reach me? 15390 By the humble plant? 15390 Could force have quieted this mob? 15390 Could they have been_ made_ quiet? 15390 Did Evangeline meet her father and Gabriel in different ways? 15390 Did Gabriel bear his disappointment as did Evangeline? 15390 Did he finally recognize Evangeline? 15390 Did he recognize Evangeline and realize she was with him? 15390 Did she show wisdom in so doing? 15390 Do you suppose Basil was affected in the same way? 15390 Do you think Evangeline''s life ended here? 15390 Do you think she regretted the long struggle that fitted her so well for this work? 15390 Does each seem an appropriate part of the picture? 15390 Does he picture the home clearly? 15390 Does he say much? 15390 Does he show discernment? 15390 Does it seem reasonable that Evangeline felt Gabriel was near? 15390 Does one''s state of mind determine to a large extent how the world looks? 15390 Does she finally give up hope? 15390 Does the Notary''s story prove his point-- that Justice finally triumphs? 15390 Does the account of the passing seem reasonable? 15390 Does the author here give a picture of nature in harmony with a condition of mind? 15390 Does the author make many simple statements of facts, or does he use much imagery? 15390 Does the author state that those old scenes of Acadian life can now be seen? 15390 Does the world look the same at night and in the morning? 15390 Evangeline leaves the Mission to seek Gabriel where? 15390 Evangeline''s name( line 144) indicates what? 15390 Evangeline''s? 15390 Explain 1059- 1061. Who were going in quest of Gabriel? 15390 For what purpose were the people gathering? 15390 From 961- 2? 15390 Had Basil good reasons for his suspicions? 15390 Had he despaired how would it have affected Evangeline and the story? 15390 Had she a premonition that her quest was ended? 15390 Had she in a true sense been a sister of mercy before joining the Order? 15390 Has Father Felician given up to despair on any occasion? 15390 Has the reference to the Angelus any suggestive sadness? 15390 Have stones such powers? 15390 How can you account for conditions given in lines 824- 5? 15390 How could the star follow her footsteps? 15390 How could they follow his footsteps? 15390 How did Acadian life differ from that of today? 15390 How did Evangeline receive the news? 15390 How did Gabriel appear? 15390 How did death flood life? 15390 How did each view the news? 15390 How did he take his lot and disappointment? 15390 How did it affect her? 15390 How did she act practically upon her feeling? 15390 How did she express it? 15390 How did she spend the following years? 15390 How did the exiles feel this night? 15390 How different from Evangeline? 15390 How do an oak and a willow take a storm? 15390 How do the streets echo the names of the forest? 15390 How do you know? 15390 How is it to be followed? 15390 How long before they found traces of Gabriel? 15390 How long did Evangeline remain at the Mission? 15390 How long time has elapsed since the embarking? 15390 How long were they in the church? 15390 How many and what distinct pictures do you find in the lesson? 15390 How strongly? 15390 How was Gabriel blown by fate like the dead leaf? 15390 How were their souls translated? 15390 How were these people bound together? 15390 How were traces of sorrow and patience visible? 15390 I, Part II? 15390 Imagine a different circumstance-- how would it affect the remainder of the story? 15390 In lines 1399- 1400 is there any suggestion as to this story? 15390 In what lines does he directly refer to it? 15390 In what regard was the Notary held? 15390 In what season? 15390 In what ways did their lives resemble a river? 15390 Is it from pathos to humor or from humor to pathos? 15390 Is it usually thus? 15390 Is this so common in prose? 15390 Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations? 15390 Is what we_ are_ written in our faces? 15390 Its three qualities are what? 15390 More cheerful when? 15390 Of Evangeline? 15390 Of Gabriel''s? 15390 Or has an angel passed, and revealed the truth to my spirit?
15390	Others Who have hearts as tender and true, and spirits as loyal?
15390	Remember-- this is a story of what?
15390	Result?
15390	Scene shifts to where?
15390	Shall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our children?"
15390	She shows what quality 1291- 1293?
15390	Should a whole community thus suffer for the wrong doing of a few?
15390	Should she have followed their advice?
15390	Signs point to what?
15390	So much thought of now?
15390	Stars are here spoken of as God''s thoughts-- what else has the author called them?
15390	Tears came into her eyes, and she said, with a tremulous accent, 940"Gone?
15390	The Acadians were engaged in what industry?
15390	The compass flower illustrates what truth?
15390	The effect of her father''s death on Evangeline?
15390	The mocking bird here reminds one of what bird in another scene?
15390	Then what?
15390	This is a story of what?
15390	This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
15390	This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred?
15390	This was an opportunity for whom?
15390	To what does he turn their thoughts?
15390	Was Basil''s way of breaking the news about Gabriel a good one?
15390	Was Evangeline in the same mood as the others?
15390	Was Gabriel forgotten?
15390	Was it a great thing that the people could say from their hearts"O Father, Forgive Them"?
15390	Was it a time when character would show?
15390	Was it lasting?
15390	Was it natural for Evangeline and the Shawnee to be drawn together?
15390	Was it natural?
15390	Was the betrothal feast an important event in Grand Pre?
15390	Was the evening in harmony with Evangeline''s mood?
15390	Was there a peculiar sadness in the occurances of the day?
15390	Was there an unselfish purpose in her remaining?
15390	Was there an_ if_ about it, a final word that quite changed the shading of the picture?
15390	Was this recognition a blessing for her?
15390	Were the Acadians naturally light- hearted?
15390	Were the Shawnee''s stories appropriate?
15390	Were these marriage papers that were signed?
15390	Were they comforting or disheartening?
15390	Were they unusually touched by the Shawnee''s story?
15390	What about the mimosa?
15390	What about the wondrous stone?
15390	What are amorphas?
15390	What are compared, lines 368- 371?
15390	What are the hoof- beats of fate?
15390	What became of her love?
15390	What came to his mind?
15390	What causes this great change?
15390	What change here introduced?
15390	What changes had occurred in his appearance?
15390	What characteristic does Benedict show, line 339?
15390	What characteristic of woman is shown in lines 553- 567?
15390	What city did he found?
15390	What common bond had they?
15390	What did Basil mean line 958?
15390	What did it suggest?
15390	What did the moss look like?
15390	What disposition did he show in this trouble?
15390	What do we learn of Evangeline, lines 104- 114?
15390	What do you gather from lines 959- 960 and 964- 965?
15390	What do you know of old husking bees?
15390	What do you know of the painting called"The Angelus?"
15390	What do you learn from line 333?
15390	What do you think of Evangeline''s reply?
15390	What does Father Felician do?
15390	What does the comparison with an oak suggest?
15390	What does the loom suggest?
15390	What does"without bell or book"mean?
15390	What effect had the cry of Evangeline?
15390	What effect had this meeting upon her?
15390	What effect had this on her life?
15390	What effect had this scene on Evangeline?
15390	What effect have the hoof- beats?
15390	What effect upon Basil has the story?
15390	What familiar fact does Basil show, line 982?
15390	What great character in history had a like power over a multitude?
15390	What happens similarly in nature?
15390	What has occurred?
15390	What idea does the author reiterate, lines 160- 175?
15390	What if it was?
15390	What is Fata Morgana?
15390	What is a Sister of Mercy?
15390	What is a maze?
15390	What is a rural chapel?
15390	What is a voyageur?
15390	What is demoniac laughter?
15390	What is the Muse?
15390	What is the desert of life?
15390	What is the first picture in Section I?
15390	What is the ordinary rise of the tide?
15390	What is the reference about sprinkling the portals?
15390	What is the reference to Elijah?
15390	What is the season?
15390	What is the sign of the scorpion?
15390	What is the topic of this lesson?
15390	What is the usual cause of a pestilence?
15390	What kept him from despairing?
15390	What made the lake brackish?
15390	What made the world look bright to her?
15390	What makes life a desert?
15390	What morning did she visit the almshouse?
15390	What news finally?
15390	What occasioned it?
15390	What of nature seemed in harmony with the occasion?
15390	What old custom referred to in lines 1212- 1214?
15390	What others have we met thus far?
15390	What preparations had been made for the marriage?
15390	What purpose does the author serve in bringing in this incident?
15390	What qualities does this description show of her?
15390	What quality is suggested by the gay, luxuriant flower?
15390	What quality of the people is referred to in line 24?
15390	What relations existed between Basil and Benedict?
15390	What season follows?
15390	What things of old time life does he mention?
15390	What three facts of old time life, lines 353- 368?
15390	What three qualities had this thing?
15390	What traces?
15390	What turning point now comes?
15390	What two characters are here introduced?
15390	What two great sorrows came to Evangeline so closely?
15390	What two parts of one picture, lines 1- 5?
15390	What two pictures does the author contrast, lines 6- 15?
15390	What was Benedict''s most marked characteristic?
15390	What was Evangeline advised to do by her friends?
15390	What was Evangeline''s age?
15390	What was Gabriel''s condition?
15390	What was it to braid St. Catherine''s tresses?
15390	What was love''s symbol?
15390	What was the appearance of the sister?
15390	What was the attitude of many Acadians?
15390	What was the attitude of the Acadians?
15390	What was the cause of the priest''s pleasure?
15390	What was the cause?
15390	What was the condition of Benedict?
15390	What was the dawn of another life?
15390	What was the effect of Evangeline''s story?
15390	What was the effect of the fire on Benedict?
15390	What was the effect of this feeling upon her?
15390	What was the funeral dirge which she heard What was the voice that replied?
15390	What was the immediate effect of the news?
15390	What was the inarticulate whisper that came to her?
15390	What was the last we heard of Gabriel?
15390	What was the lore of the village?
15390	What was the prelude?
15390	What was the purpose of the call?
15390	What was the result of Evangeline''s longing?
15390	What was the snake that crept into Evangeline''s thoughts?
15390	What was the source of Evangeline''s great strength of character?
15390	What was the word or the thing that drew her?
15390	What was there singular about Evangeline''s life?
15390	What were the Acadian''s Household Gods?
15390	What were the lessons her life had taught her?
15390	What were vespers and sussuras?
15390	What wisdom does the priest show?
15390	What would naturally dispell it?
15390	What?
15390	When are we most likely to see it as it is?
15390	When shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about thee?"
15390	Where are the lovers supposed to be now?
15390	Where is the spot now?
15390	Where was the almshouse?
15390	Where were the Norman orchards?
15390	Where were they now?
15390	Where?
15390	Where?
15390	Which is the better way?
15390	Which was the better way of viewing the news?
15390	White expecting something, was Evangeline prepared for the meeting?
15390	Who appeals to it?
15390	Who are the Dryads?
15390	Who is also introduced to us?
15390	Who is now introduced?
15390	Who is the"Prince of Peace"?
15390	Who said it before this?
15390	Who shows clearly his temperament?
15390	Who urged patience?
15390	Who was intimately associated with all the life of the village?
15390	Who was the anchorite monk?
15390	Who was the oak and who the willow?
15390	Who was the prophet?
15390	Who were Ishmael''s children?
15390	Who were in the boat speeding north?
15390	Who were some of the principal persons at the feast?
15390	Who were_ they_?
15390	Why Black Robe Chief?
15390	Why Eden of Louisiana?
15390	Why Golden Coast?
15390	Why October leaves?
15390	Why a fugitive lover?
15390	Why bring out clearly the many dangers to be encountered here?
15390	Why call it a scourge of his anger?
15390	Why compare to the roe?
15390	Why describe thus this territory?
15390	Why desire to leave the merriment?
15390	Why did Benedict wish to have no fear?
15390	Why did she feel at home here?
15390	Why did the children like him?
15390	Why did the thunder speak to her?
15390	Why did they row at midnight?
15390	Why do you suppose the bugle was not heard?
15390	Why does the author bring in something weird again as in line 805?
15390	Why does the author describe the home so carefully?
15390	Why expect good tidings at the Mission?
15390	Why fates and streams against him?
15390	Why graves of the living?
15390	Why had she not joined the Order before?
15390	Why is life in a true sense pathless and limitless?
15390	Why murmuring pines?
15390	Why refer to Jacob''s ladder?
15390	Why refer to King George?
15390	Why refer to Louisburg, Beau Sejour and Port Royal?
15390	Why refer to Paul?
15390	Why refer to the solstice?
15390	Why refer to the waifs of the tide?
15390	Why sea of flowers?
15390	Why should Evangleline feel sad at this time?
15390	Why should it come in here?
15390	Why should she be deeply disappointed?
15390	Why should she desire to remain at the Mission rather than return to Basil''s home?
15390	Why should she hear the sounds of the sea?
15390	Why should the author refer to signs of a hard winter?
15390	Why should the author use this comparison about their scattering?
15390	Why should they marvel?
15390	Why silver stream?
15390	Why so called?
15390	Why surf?
15390	Why taciturn?
15390	Why use reposed, line 32?
15390	Why was Penn an apostle?
15390	Why was death a consoler?
15390	Why was hospitality greater under Benedict''s roof?
15390	Why was it the oaks whispered"Patience"and not the beeches or other trees?
15390	Why was the exile without an end?
15390	Why were the Acadians safer than their fathers?
15390	Why were the priest''s words like snow flakes to Evangeline?
15390	Why were their hearts moved with emotion?
15390	Why?
15390	Why?
15390	Why?
15390	Why?
15390	Why?
15390	Why?
15390	Why?
15390	Why?
15390	Would flowers grow thus in Acadia?
15390	Would their lives be more peaceful in this than in other lines of labor?
15390	Would you think from the text here her life was wholly given to the thought of Gabriel and to search for him?
15390	Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil intention 295 Brings them here, for we are at peace; and why then molest us?"
15390	is Gabriel gone?"
15390	shouted the hasty and somewhat irascible blacksmith;"Must we in all things look for the how, and the why, and the wherefore?
15390	what madness has seized you?
15390	why dream and wait for him longer?
9567	''I love you: on that love alone, And not my worth, presuming, Will you not trust for summer fruit The tree in May- day blooming?'' 9567 ''Nor frock nor tan can hide the man; And see you not, my farmer, How weak and fond a woman waits Behind this silken armor?
9567	''What dost thou here, poor man? 9567 ''You go as lightly as you came, Your life is well without me; What care you that these hills will close Like prison- walls about me?
9567	And, if in peril from swamping sea Or lee shore rocks, would he call on thee?
9567	But what of my lady?
9567	But where are the clowns and puppets, And imps with horns and tail? 9567 Come hither, child, and say hast thou This young man ever seen?"
9567	Did we count on this? 9567 Have not,"he asks,"these negroes as much right to fight for their freedom as you have to keep them slaves?"
9567	Here''s a priest and there is a Quaker, Do the cat and dog agree? 9567 Is an English Christian''s home A chapel or a mass- house, that you make the sign of Rome?"
9567	Is it a chapel bell that fills The air with its low tone?
9567	Know''st thou,he said,"thy gift of old?"
9567	Like the herdsman of Tekoa, in Israel of old, Shall we see the poor and righteous again for silver sold?
9567	Midst soulless forms, and false pretence Of spiritual pride and pampered sense, A voice saith,''What is that to thee? 9567 My name indeed is Mary,"said the stranger sobbing wild;"Will you be to me a mother?
9567	O sister of El Zara''s race, Behold me!--had we not one mother?
9567	Oh, have ye seen the young Kathleen, The flower of Ireland? 9567 Shall we demur"Because the vision tarrieth?
9567	She looked up in his face of pain So archly, yet so tender''And if I lend you mine,''she said,''Will you forgive the lender? 9567 Thou of the God- lent crown, Shall these vile creatures dare Murmur against thee where The knees of kings kneel down?"
9567	Thou weariest of thy present state; What gain to thee time''s holiest date? 9567 What is it I see?"
9567	What is it to thee, I fain would know, That waves are roaring and wild winds blow? 9567 What is it, my Pastorius?"
9567	What is this?
9567	What seek ye?
9567	What thought Chorazin''s scribes? 9567 Where be the smiling faces, and voices soft and sweet, Seen in thy father''s dwelling, heard in the pleasant street?
9567	Who is losing? 9567 Who knocks?"
9567	Whom shall we give the strong ones? 9567 Why should folk be glum,"said Keezar,"When Nature herself is glad, And the painted woods are laughing At the faces so sour and sad?"
9567	Why wait to see in thy brief span Its perfect flower and fruit in man? 9567 Would the old folk know their children?
9567	Yonder spire Over gray roofs, a shaft of fire; What is it, pray?
9567	A fawn beside the bison grim,-- Why turns the bride''s fond eye on him, In whose cold look is naught beside The triumph of a sullen pride?
9567	And Anna''s aloe?
9567	And could it be, she trembling asked, Some secret thought or sin Had shut good angels from her heart And let the bad ones in?
9567	And did a secret sympathy possess That tender soul, and for the slave''s redress Lend hope, strength, patience?
9567	And he, so gentle, true, and strong, Of men the bravest and the best, Had he, too, scorned her with the rest?
9567	And o''er her vault of burial( who shall tell If it be chance alone or miracle?)
9567	And the pressure of his arm, And his breathing near and warm?
9567	And what to her is now the boy Who fed her father''s kine?
9567	And where are the Rhenish flagons?
9567	And where is the foaming ale?
9567	And who shall deem the spot unblest, Where Nature''s younger children rest, Lulled on their sorrowing mother''s breast?
9567	And, as the slow hours passed, Would he doubt her faith at last?
9567	Are His responsibilities For us alone and not for these?
9567	Before her queenly womanhood How dared our hostess utter The paltry errand of her need To buy her fresh- churned butter?
9567	But hark!--from wood and rock flung back, What sound comes up the Merrimac?
9567	But he knelt with his hand on her forehead, his lips to her ear, And he called back the soul that was passing"Marguerite, do you hear?"
9567	But in their hour of bitterness, What reek the broken Sokokis, Beside their slaughtered chief, of this?
9567	But when she saw through the misty pane, The morning break on a sea of rain, Could even her love avail To follow his vanished sail?
9567	Canst thou hear me?
9567	Could it be his fathers ever Loved to linger here?
9567	Deem ye that mother loveth less These bronzed forms of the wilderness She foldeth in her long caress?
9567	Did all thy memories die with thee?
9567	Did boyhood frolic in the snow?
9567	Did child feet patter on the stair?
9567	Did gray age, in her elbow chair, Knit, rocking to and fro?
9567	Did he hear the Voice on his lonely way That Adam heard in the cool of day?
9567	Did he pace the sands?
9567	Did he pause to hear The sound of her light step drawing near?
9567	Did light girl laughter ripple through the bushes, As brooks make merry over roots and rushes?
9567	Did maidens, swaying back and forth In rhythmic grace, at wheel and loom, Make light their toil with mirth?
9567	Did rustic lovers hither come?
9567	Did the boy''s whistle answer back the thrushes?
9567	Did we leave behind The graves of our kin, the comfort and ease Of our English hearths and homes, to find Troublers of Israel such as these?
9567	Do I look on Frankfort fair?
9567	Does, then, immortal memory play The actor''s tragic part, Rehearsals of a mortal life And unveiled human heart?
9567	For his tempted heart and wandering feet, Were the songs of David less pure and sweet?
9567	Had He sent His angel down?
9567	Had he not seen in the solitudes Of his deep and dark Northampton woods A vision of love about him fall?
9567	Had she in some forgotten dream Let go her hold on Heaven, And sold herself unwittingly To spirits unforgiven?
9567	Had then God heard her?
9567	Has not a cry of pain been heard Above the clattering mill?
9567	Hast thou not read,''Better the eye should see than that desire Should wander?''
9567	Have they burned the stocks for ovenwood?
9567	Have they cut down the gallows- tree?
9567	Have they not in the North Sea''s blast Bowed to the waves the straining mast?
9567	He comes with a careless"How d''ye do?"
9567	He erred: shall we count His gifts as naught?
9567	Hearts are like wax in the furnace; who Shall mould, and shape, and cast them anew?
9567	I often said to myself,''My sole study has been to merit well of mankind; why do I fear them?''"
9567	I see her face, I hear her voice; Does she remember mine?
9567	If he kept This gold, so needed, would the dreadful God Torment him like a Mohawk''s captive stuck With slow- consuming splinters?
9567	If it flowered at last In Bartram''s garden, did John Woolman cast A glance upon it as he meekly passed?
9567	Impatient of our Father''s time And His appointed way?
9567	In the over- drift And flow of the Nile, with its annual gift, Who cares for the Hadji''s relics sunk?
9567	Is it a fete at Bingen?
9567	Is it the Indian''s yell, That lends to the voice of the north- wind The tones of a far- off bell?
9567	Is it the clang of wild- geese?
9567	Is there madness in her brain?
9567	Living or dying, bond or free, What was time to eternity?
9567	One healed the sick Very far off thousands of moons ago Had he not prayed him night and day to come And cure his bed- bound wife?
9567	One with courteous gesture lifted the bear- skin from his head;"Lives here Elkanah Garvin?"
9567	Or cold self- torturing pride like his atone For love denied and life''s warm beauty flown?
9567	Or shall the stir of outward things Allure and claim the Christian''s eye, When on the heathen watcher''s ear Their powerless murmurs die?
9567	Or thy own prophet''s,''Whoso doth endure And pardon, of eternal life is sure''?
9567	Out spake the King to Henrik, his young and faithful squire"Dar''st trust thy little Elsie, the maid of thy desire?"
9567	SPEAK and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, O''er the camp of the invaders, o''er the Mexican array, Who is losing?
9567	Shall I pity them?
9567	Shall I spare?
9567	She kissed the lips of kith and kin, She laid her hand in mine What more could ask the bashful boy Who fed her father''s kine?
9567	Should the worm be chooser?--the clay withstand The shaping will of the potter''s hand?
9567	Speak, Ximena, speak and tell us, who has lost, and who has won?
9567	That over the holy oracles Folly sported with cap and bells?
9567	The Moslem''s sunset- call, the dance Of Ceylon''s maids, the passing gleam Of battle- flag and lance?
9567	The angel brought One broad piece only; should he take all these?
9567	The pawing of an unseen horse, Who waits his mistress still?
9567	The steed stamped at the castle gate, The boar- hunt sounded on the hill; Why stayed the Baron from the chase, With looks so stern, and words so ill?
9567	Then to the stout sea- captains the sheriff, turning, said,--"Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker maid?
9567	Then up spake a Scottish maiden, With her ear unto the ground"Dinna ye hear it?--dinna ye hear it?
9567	These bare hills, this conquered river,-- Could they hold them dear, With their native loveliness Tamed and tortured into this?
9567	Thou hast our prayers;--what can we give thee more?"
9567	Was I more than these?
9567	Was his ear at fault that brook and breeze Sang in their saddest of minor keys?
9567	Was it a dream, or did she hear Her lover''s whistled tune?
9567	Was it an angel or a fiend Whose voice be heard?
9567	Was that the tread of many feet, Which downward from the hillside beat?
9567	Was the Hebrew temple less fair and good That Solomon bowed to gods of wood?
9567	Was the work of God in him unwrought?
9567	Was there a hell?
9567	We walk in clearer light;--but then, Is He not God?--are they not men?
9567	Wequashim, my moonlight, say, Wilt thou go with me, or stay?"
9567	Were all his fathers''people writhing there-- Like the poor shell- fish set to boil alive-- Forever, dying never?
9567	Were any we d, were any born, Beneath this low roof- tree?
9567	What blessing is thy choice?"
9567	What cares she that the orioles build For other eyes than ours,-- That other hands with nuts are filled, And other laps with flowers?
9567	What could it matter, more or less Of stripes, and hunger, and weariness?
9567	What faith In Him had Nain and Nazareth?
9567	What ghost his unforgiven sin Is grinding o''er and o''er?
9567	What goodwife sent the earliest smoke Up the great chimney flue?
9567	What hate of heresy the east- wind woke?
9567	What heard they?
9567	What hints of pitiless power and terror spoke In waves that on their iron coast- line broke?
9567	What is the shame that clothes the skin To the nameless horror that lives within?
9567	What matter if the gains are small That life''s essential wants supply?
9567	What matter whose the hillside grave, Or whose the blazoned stone?
9567	What nameless horror of the past Broods here forevermore?
9567	What noble knight was this?
9567	What sea- worn barks are those which throw The light spray from each rushing prow?
9567	What sounds are these But chants and holy hymns?"
9567	What though the places of their rest No priestly knee hath ever pressed,-- No funeral rite nor prayer hath blessed?
9567	What to her was the song of the robin, or warm morning light, As she lay in the trance of the dying, heedless of sound or sight?
9567	What was it his fond eyes met?
9567	What was it the mournful wood- thrush said?
9567	What was it the parting lovers heard?
9567	What was the world without to them?
9567	What whispered the pine- trees overhead?
9567	What wolf has been prowling My castle within?"
9567	What words for modest maiden''s ear?
9567	When such lovers meet each other, Why should prying idlers stay?
9567	Where be the youths whose glances, the summer Sabbath through, Turned tenderly and timidly unto thy father''s pew?
9567	Whether her fate she met On the shores of Carraquette, Miscou, or Tracadie, who can say?
9567	Whispered low the dying soldier, pressed her hand and faintly smiled; Was that pitying face his mother''s?
9567	Who from its bed of primal rock First wrenched thy dark, unshapely block?
9567	Who is strong, If these be weak?
9567	Who knows what goadings in their sterner way O''er jagged ice, relieved by granite gray, Blew round the men of Massachusetts Bay?
9567	Who shall rebuke the wrong, If these consent?
9567	Who sought with him, from summer air, And field and wood, a balm for care; And bathed in light of sunset skies His tortured nerves and weary eyes?
9567	Who thinks of the drowned- out Coptic monk?
9567	Who would be wiser, in the blind, dumb woods?
9567	Whose axe the wall of forest broke, And let the waiting sunshine through?
9567	Whose hand, of curious skill untaught, Thy rude and savage outline wrought?
9567	Why mourn above some hopeless flaw In the stone tables of the law, When scripture every day afresh Is traced on tablets of the flesh?
9567	Why waves there no banner My fortress above?"
9567	With half- uttered shriek and start,-- Feels she not his beating heart?
9567	Would the saints And the white angels dance and laugh to see him Burn like a pitch- pine torch?
9567	Would they own the graceless town, With never a ranter to worry And never a witch to drown?"
9567	Yet, who shall guess his bitter grief who lends His life to some great cause, and finds his friends Shame or betray it for their private ends?
9567	are they far or come they near?
9567	are they not in his Wonder- Book?
9567	at last he cried,--"What to me is this noisy ride?
9567	can thy grim sire impart His iron hardness to thy woman''s heart?
9567	canst thou see?
9567	did she watch beside her child?
9567	lay thy poor head on my knee; Dost thou know the lips that kiss thee?
9567	love you the Papist, the beggar, the charge of the town?"
9567	of the fiery pit, And how, drop by drop, this merciful bird Carries the water that quenches it?
9567	quoth Waldron,"leave a child Christian- born to heathens wild?
9567	said Keezar"Am I here, or ant I there?
9567	said a voice,"What seekest thou?
9567	she cried in fear,"Hearest thou nothing, sister dear?"
9567	she cried,"hast thou forgotten quite The words of Him we spake of yesternight?
9567	she cried,"now tell me, has my child come back to me?"
9567	was it truth or dream?
9567	was that Thy answer From the horror round about?
9567	we need nor rock nor sand, Nor storied stream of Morning- Land; The heavens are glassed in Merrimac,-- What more could Jordan render back?
9567	weighed with childhood''s haunts and friends, And all that the home sky overbends, Did ever young love fail To turn the trembling scale?
9567	what matters where A true man''s cross may stand, So Heaven be o''er it here as there In pleasant Norman land?
9567	who is winning?
9567	who is winning?"
9567	why That wild stare and wilder cry, Full of terror, full of pain?
9567	why should we?"
9567	wilt thou give me shelter here?"
7928	How could you be a poet otherwise?
7928	( Shelley?)
7928	***** The secret wouldst thou know To touch the heart or fire the blood at will?
7928	A grave, on which to rest from singing?
7928	A hope, to sing by gladly?
7928	A paleness took the poet''s cheek;"Must I drink here?"
7928	A poet who did not carry in his heart the courage of his song-- what could be more discreditable to poetry than that?
7928	A shade, in which to sing, of palm or pine?
7928	A writer of this type moralizes impartially over the erring bard and his accusers, Sin met thy brother everywhere, And is thy brother blamed?
7928	And Richard Watson Gilder''s mood is the same: How to the singer comes his song?
7928	And is this our contention?
7928	Are we exaggerating our modern poet''s conviction that a spirit not his own is inspiring him?
7928	As Vergil kept Dante unscathed by the flames of the divine vision, will not our poet protect us?
7928	But has the Poet likewise answered it?
7928	But of what possible use are you?
7928	But what has all this to do with our opinion of their poetry?
7928	But why does he publish?
7928	But would Plato accept this as a justification for realistic poetry?
7928	CHAPTER IV THE SPARK FROM HEAVEN Dare we venture into the holy of holies, where the gods are said to come upon the poet?
7928	Can a poetic spirit overcome the calamity of being cast by Fate into the body of a woman?
7928	Can blaze be done in cochineal, Or noon in mazarin?
7928	Did they beget his soul?
7928	Did they indeed disparage the Muse whom they deserted?
7928	Did they not rather die to fulfill a poet''s prophesy of freedom?
7928	Did we consider the financial status of the poet?
7928	Did we consider the poet''s age?
7928	Do the poet''s desires point in opposite directions?
7928	Do they all admit the justice of Plato''s characterization of poetry as a sport, comparable to golf or tennis?
7928	Do we maintain that the poet should reflect the life about him?
7928	Do we maintain that the poet should reveal an ideal world?
7928	Does D''Annunzio bring the poet- politician down to the present?
7928	Does Wordsworth paint the ideal poet dwelling apart from human distractions?
7928	Does he not rather feel self- sufficient as compared with the earlier singers, who expressed such naïve dependence upon the Muse?
7928	Does not the fact that inspiration works in this manner account for the immemorial connection of poetic creativeness with Bacchic frenzy?
7928	Does this mean simply the immortality of fame?
7928	Edward Dowden, in a sonnet,_ Wise Passiveness_, says this plainly: Think you I choose or that or this to sing?
7928	For what does the poet mean when he calls himself the voice of God, but that he is intuitively aware of the eternal verities in the world?
7928	Friends, do you hear?
7928	Has the poet, then, no guarantee for the genuineness of his inspiration?
7928	Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car, And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek for shelter in some happier star?
7928	Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarund tree?
7928	Have we any real grounds for declaring that the alleged divinity who inspires the poet is merely his own intelligence, or lack of it?
7928	Have we been merely the dupe of pretty phrasing when we felt ourselves insured against discord by the testimony of Keats?
7928	He inquires, Will people accept them?
7928	He inquires: Can proportion of the outward part Move such affection in the inward mind That it can rob both sense and reason blind?
7928	He repeats the world''s query: How shall we know him?
7928	How can the poet satisfy the philistine world that his songs are worth while?
7928	How can they meet Plato''s question as to their usefulness?
7928	How doth the night Bring stars?
7928	How far from the hubbub of commercialism should the poet reside?
7928	How is his moral life different from that of other men?
7928	How shall the world be served, he is challenged, even though it be true that the poet''s dreams are of reality?
7928	How should he love thee?
7928	How to the summer fields Come flowers?
7928	How yields Darkness to happy dawn?
7928	If such is the poet''s conception of his service to mankind, what is his reward?
7928	If the poet despises his readers, why does he write?
7928	If the poet''s intuitions are false, how does it chance, he inquires, that he has been known, in all periods of the world''s history, as a prophet?
7928	If this sort of complaint is characteristic of poets, how shall the philosopher refrain from charging them with falsehood?
7928	In our day, where would Sara Teasdale be beside Edwin Markham?
7928	Indeed?
7928	Is Arnold the expositor of the solitary poet?
7928	Is Browning the expositor of the gregarious poet?
7928	Is Memory indeed the only Muse?
7928	Is he not, then, the enemy of progress, since he will lead his readers to imagine that things are ideal as they are?
7928	Is it indeed the heavenly mystery that we are bid gaze upon, or are we to be the dupe of self- deceived impostors?
7928	Is not society going a step too far if, after the poet''s positive faults have been exhausted, it institutes a trial for his sins of omission?
7928	Is not this so obvious as to be a truism?
7928	Is poetry an imitation of life?
7928	Is that love As thou dost understand?
7928	Is that time dead?
7928	Is the artist the imitator of the physical world, or the revealer of the spiritual world?
7928	Is the essence of things really a spiritual meaning?
7928	Is the poet justified, then, in stopping his ears to all censure, and living unto himself?
7928	Is the poet willing to do this?
7928	Is there not danger that the divine spark which kindles his song may prove a bolt to annihilate us, because of our presumptuous intrusion?
7928	Is there not danger that the poet, once launched on a career as an agitator, will no longer have time to dream dreams?
7928	Is this our poet''s view?
7928	Is this systole and diastole of the affection from sense to spirit, from spirit to sense, peculiarly characteristic of English poets?
7928	Is this the only cause we can give, Shelley might ask, why the poet should not reverence his gift as something apart from himself and truly divine?
7928	Is this to say that the poet''s intuitions, apparently so sudden, have really been long germinating in the obscure depths of his mind?
7928	It is very curious, after such passages, to find him pleading, in another poem, May my poems be printed this week?
7928	Last, there is the severe arraignment,_ What Is Art?_ by Tolstoi.
7928	Leaving below him the dusty atmosphere of the actual world, why should he not attain to ideas in their purity, uncolored by his own individuality?
7928	Lo, with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance, And must I lose a soul''s inheritance?
7928	Marlowe replies, Oh, if she cease to smile, as thy looks say, What if?
7928	Mrs. Browning might well inquire, in one of her love sonnets, How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?
7928	Must he wait as ignorantly as his contemporaries for the judgment of posterity?
7928	Must we not conclude that the poet, with the rest of us, is speeding around the hippodrome of his own self- centered consciousness?
7928	Need we ask?
7928	Not in bed yet?
7928	Of course the scientist is amused by this objection to him, and asks,"What more do you expect from the effusions of poets?
7928	Once more_ Did_ Shakespeare?
7928	One writer inquires, Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes, Indeed the product of my heart and brain?
7928	Or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
7928	Or is the music mine; As a man''s voice or breath is called his own, Inbreathed by the life- breather?
7928	Precisely what are we looking for, that we are led to complain that the massive outlines of the poet''s figure obscure our view?
7928	Shall the poet, then, inshrine his visions as William Blake did, for his own delight, and leave us unenlightened by his apocalypse?
7928	She continues, I come from nothing, but from where Come the undying thoughts I bear?
7928	She reflected grimly, Does the road wind uphill all the way?
7928	She wistfully inquires: My own best poets, am I one with you?
7928	Should Daphne''s eyes, Leucothea''s arms, and clinging white caress, The arch of Thetis''brows, be made in vain?
7928	Should the philanthropist, as has often been suggested, endow the poet with an independent income?
7928	So when Cavalcanti argues in favor of free love, Your humming birds may sip the sweet they need From every flower, and why not humming poets?
7928	So, if the poet describes his creative impulses, why should he not make us sharers of them?
7928	Still, is it not well to follow a forlorn hope?
7928	THE POET AS LOVER Do the_ Phaedrus_ and the_ Symposium_ leave anything to be said on the relationship of love and poetry?
7928	The art of self- reflection which appeals to us as so eminent and so human, is it after all much more than a vaporous vanity?
7928	The confidence of Shakespeare, How can my muse want subject to invent While thou dost breathe, that pourest into my verse Thine own sweet argument?
7928	The poet possesses a peculiar power of insight which reveals in goodness hidden beauties to which ordinary humanity is blind?
7928	The poet''s hamadryad and naiad, what are they, indeed, but cobwebby fictions, which must be brushed away if ideal truth is to be revealed?
7928	The skeptic may ask, What has the poet to do with his body?
7928	This is Alfred Austin, in whose poem,_ The Poet and the Muse_, his genius explains to the newly betrothed poet: How should you, poet, hope to sing?
7928	This is a promising combination, but would it necessarily flower in genius?
7928	Thus Alice Meynell greets one of her poems, Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine?
7928	To races nurtured in the dark;-- How would your own begin?
7928	Tupper?"
7928	Was ever genius but thyself Friend or befriended of a Guelf?
7928	Was he inspired by love?
7928	Was it only an accident that the popularity of current poetry died just as cameras came into existence?
7928	We have been using the name Muse in this essay merely as a figure of speech, and is this not the poet''s usage when he addresses her?
7928	We hear them timidly inquiring of their inspiration, Shall not the violet bloom?
7928	What are the poet''s distinguishing features?
7928	What can account for it?
7928	What chance did he have of recognition?
7928	What constitutes the poetic temperament?
7928	What do I write poetry about?
7928	What have poets to say on the larger question of their social inheritance?
7928	What is harmony?
7928	What is his mission?
7928	What is his proof?
7928	What is the distinguishing characteristic of his love?
7928	What is the mysterious benefit which the poet derives from nature?
7928	What is the nature of his inspiration?
7928	What is the nature of his religious instinct?
7928	What is the poet''s conception of such a divinity?
7928	What is the poet''s reward?
7928	What is the poet, thus shut out of Paradise, to do?
7928	What is the poetic metaphor but the revelation of an identical meaning in the physical and spiritual world?
7928	What is this about the irresistible charm of virtue?
7928	What is this mysterious increment, that must be added to aspiration before it becomes poetically creative?
7928	What is to be done with such people?
7928	What of Shakespeare?
7928	What proof has the poet that feeling is as unerring in detecting the essential nature of the highest good as is the reason?
7928	What relief measure can poets themselves suggest?
7928	What right has he to loaf and invite his soul, while the world goes to ruin all about him?
7928	What virtue is there in merely filling space?
7928	What voice is this, which meets us at the threshold?
7928	What will it profit you to learn that the milk of Paradise nourishes the poetic gift, since it is not handled by an earthly dairy?"
7928	What, he reiterates, has the poet to say for his orthodoxy?
7928	Where will the chains of mortality least hamper his aspiring spirit?
7928	Where, in that case, would Keats be beside Hood?
7928	Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes, Why preyest thou thus upon the poet''s heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
7928	Who hath revealed That he was more than man or less?
7928	Why does the author give such a ghastly thing to the world?
7928	Why is a writer so stupid as to include one hundred pages of trash in the same volume with his one inspired poem?
7928	Why should this be?
7928	Why?
7928	Will not whatever secret they reveal prove an open one?
7928	Will the day''s journey take the whole long day?
7928	Would Plato scoff at such a formulation of the artist''s mission?
7928	Would he allow imitation to be the ruling principle of his life, as if he had nothing higher in him?
7928	Would you know what it means to be a poet?
7928	Yet are we not tolerably safe?
7928	[ Footnote: See_ The Sphinx_-- Have I a lover who is noble and free?
7928	[ Footnote:_ House._] Did Browning mean that Shakespeare was less the poet, as well as less the dramatist, if he revealed himself to us in his poetry?
7928	and again Why?
7928	are they not admitting that their vaunted revelations are mere ghosts of distorted facts, and that they themselves are merely accomplished liars?
7928	as Mrs. Browning calls the agitator, he is merely unsettling society,--for what end?
7928	but is there nothing to be said on the other side?
7928	or a fine Sad memory with thy songs to interfuse?
7928	the philosopher may retort, the poet speaks thus of truth, who has just exalted himself as the supreme truth- teller, the seer?
34237	And did the little lawless lad, That has made you sick and made you sad, Sail with the''Gray Swan''s''crew?
34237	And has he betroth''d another love, And has he quite forgotten me, To whom he plighted his love and troth, When from prison I did him free? 34237 And has he never written line, Nor sent you word, nor made you sign, To say he was alive?"
34237	And is mine one?
34237	And so your lad is gone?
34237	And where are they? 34237 Burn the fleet and ruin France?
34237	But what are dukes and viscounts to The happiness of all my crew? 34237 But what good came of it at last?"
34237	But when won the coming battle, What of profit springs therefrom? 34237 But, my good mother, do you know All this was twenty years ago?
34237	Canst hear,said one,"the breakers roar?
34237	Do you admire the view? 34237 Gone with the''Swan''?"
34237	Hae a''the weans been gude?
34237	How many are you, then,said I,"If they two are in heaven?"
34237	How many? 34237 I send him the ring from my finger, The garland off my hair, I send him the heart that''s in my breast; What would my love have mair?
34237	If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,the Walrus said,"That they could get it clear?"
34237	Is this, is this your joy? 34237 Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come?"
34237	Must I thank you then,said the king,"Sir Lark, For flying so high and hating the dark?
34237	Now cheare up, Sire Abbot, did you never hear yet, That a fool he may learne a wise man witt? 34237 Now tell me, dear son Florentine, O tell, and tell me true; Tell me this day, without delay, What sall I do for you?"
34237	Now whence come ye, young man,she said,"To put me into fear?
34237	Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water?
34237	O father I see a gleaming light; O say, what may it be?
34237	O haud your tongue, my lady fair, Lat a''your folly be; Mind ye not o''your turtle- doo Ye coax''d from aff the tree?
34237	O how can I carry a letter to her, Or how should I her know? 34237 O wha are ye, young man?"
34237	O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me, To send us out, at this time of the year, To sail upon the sea? 34237 O where will I get a gude sailor, To tak''my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall top- mast, To see if I can spy land?"
34237	Oh, came you from the isles of Greece Or from the banks of Seine? 34237 Oh, found you that ring by sea or on land, Or got you that ring off a dead man''s hand?"
34237	Oh, where shall I find a little foot- page That would win both hose and shoon, And will bring to me the Singing Leaves If they grow under the moon?
34237	Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me?
34237	She sends you the ring frae her white finger, The garland frae her hair; She sends you the heart within her breast; And what would you have mair? 34237 Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?"
34237	The other day?
34237	What good child is this,the angel said,"That, with happy heart, beside her bed Prays so lovingly?"
34237	What if,''mid the cannons''thunder, Whistling shot and bursting bomb, When my brothers fall around me, Should my heart grow cold and numb?
34237	What little lad? 34237 What news, thou auld beggar man?"
34237	What shall I say, brave Adm''r''l, say, If we sight not but seas at dawn?
34237	What''s your boy''s name, good wife, And in what good ship sailed he?
34237	Which is the true, and which the false?
34237	Which is the true?
34237	Who planted this old apple tree?
34237	Why so severe?
34237	You hope, because you''re old and obese,To find in the furry civic robe ease?
34237	Your little lad, your Elihu?
34237	__ Going A- Nutting_ No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream,-- Who says that life and love can die In all this northern gleam? 34237 __ Jock of Hazeldean_"Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
34237	__ Nikolina_ O tell me, little children, have you seen her-- The tiny maid from Norway, Nikolina? 34237 ( Was it only a moon ago? 34237 --And did she stand With her anchor clutching hold of the sand For a month, and never stir?"
34237	292 How they Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix, 464 How''s My Boy?
34237	A Lieutenant?
34237	A Mate-- first, second, third?
34237	An English apple orchard in the spring?
34237	And are ye sure he''s weel?
34237	And caught their subtle odors in the spring?
34237	And didst thou visit him no more?
34237	And loved so well a high behavior, In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay?
34237	And what is so rare as a day in June?
34237	And what shoulder, and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
34237	And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand form''d thy dread feet?
34237	And where the land she travels from?
34237	And where the land she travels from?
34237	And why should I speak low, sailor, About my own boy John?
34237	And will I hear him speak?
34237	And will I hear him speak?
34237	And will I see his face again?
34237	And,"What mockery or malice have we here?"
34237	Are you a beast of field and tree Or just a stronger child than me?
34237	Are you bought by English gold?
34237	Are you cowards, fools, or rogues?
34237	Are you wishing Jolly fishing?
34237	At rich men''s tables eaten bread and pulse?
34237	Away went Gilpin-- who but he?
34237	Beneath the apple blossoms in the spring?
34237	Brave Adm''r''l, speak; what shall I say?"
34237	Bright jewels of the mine?
34237	But if the lad still live, And come back home, think you you can Forgive him?"
34237	But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these--A Captain?
34237	But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy?
34237	But why do ye talk o''suchlike things?
34237	By_ Andrew Marvell_ 272 Where Lies the Land?
34237	By_ Leigh Hunt_ 460 How''s My Boy?
34237	By_ Robert Burns_ 239 Who Is Silvia?
34237	CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH[ 1819- 1861]:_ Where Lies the Land?_ 273.
34237	Can Honour''s voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt''ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
34237	Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
34237	Can such delights be in the street, And open fields, and we not see''t?
34237	Canst thou no longer tarry in the North, Here, where our roof so well hath screened thy nest?
34237	Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay?
34237	Children dear, was it yesterday( Call yet once) that she went away?
34237	Children dear, was it yesterday?
34237	Children dear, was it yesterday?
34237	Children dear, were we long alone?
34237	Chime, ye dappled darlings, Through the sleet and snow, Who can override you?
34237	Consider The lilies, that do neither spin nor toil, Yet are most fair-- What profits all this care, And all this coil?
34237	DOBELL, SYDNEY[ 1824- 1874]:_ The Procession of the Flowers_, 67;_ How''s My Boy?_ 462.
34237	Dead?
34237	Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek Him in the morning''s blushing cheek, Or search the beds of spices through, To find him out?
34237	Did I say all?
34237	Did I say alone?
34237	Did he push, when he was uncurled, A golden foot or a fairy horn Through his dim water- world?
34237	Did he stand at the diamond door Of his house in a rainbow frill?
34237	Did he who made the lamb make thee?
34237	Do you hear?
34237	Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul''s love of home than this?
34237	Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanned?
34237	Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east, Above an hour since, yet you not drest, Nay, not so much as out of bed?
34237	Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
34237	Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
34237	Has no man seen The king?"
34237	Have you felt the wool of the beaver?
34237	Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it?
34237	Have you no traditions-- none, Of the court of Solomon?
34237	Have you nothing for me?"
34237	Have you plucked the apple blossoms in the spring?
34237	Have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring?
34237	He said with trembling lip,--"What little lad?
34237	High on the sea- cliff ledges The white gulls are trooping and crying; Here among rooks and roses, Why is the sea- gull flying?
34237	Hope ye mercy still?
34237	How''s my boy-- my boy?
34237	How''s my boy-- my boy?
34237	How''s my boy-- my boy?
34237	How''s my boy-- my boy?
34237	How''s my boy-- my boy?
34237	I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For are we not God''s children both, Thou, little sandpiper, and I?
34237	I grant, to man we lend our pains, And aid him to correct the plains; But doth not he divide the care, Through all the labours of the year?
34237	I hear the church- bells ring; O say, what may it be?"
34237	I hear the sound of guns; O say, what may it be?"
34237	I say, how''s my John?
34237	I''m not their mother-- How''s my boy-- my boy?
34237	INTERLEAVES_ For Home and Country__"Such is the patriot''s boast, where''er we roam?
34237	INTERLEAVES_ On the Wing_ Our"little brothers of the air,"have you named them all without a gun, as Emerson asks in"Forbearance"?
34237	If Colin''s weel, and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave; And gin I live to keep him sae, I''m blest aboon the lave: And will I see his face again?
34237	If''twas wrong, the wrong is mine; Besides, he may lie in the brine; And could he write from the grave?
34237	In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far- off sound of a silver bell?
34237	In the spring?
34237	In the spring?
34237	In the spring?
34237	In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the ardor of thine eyes?
34237	Is any man so daring As dig one up in spite?
34237	Is it alone where freedom is, Where God is God and man is man?
34237	Is it love the lying''s for?
34237	Is it my fancy, or do young eyes brighten, rosy cheeks dimple, lips part a little when he approaches?
34237	Is it through envy of the maple- leaf, Whose blushes mock the crimson of thy breast, Thou wilt not stay?
34237	Is it where he by chance is born?
34237	Is she kind as she is fair?
34237	Is this a time to think o''wark?
34237	Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door, but a gentle tap?
34237	Let his baleful breath shed blight and death On herb and flower and tree; And brooks and ponds in crystal bonds Bind fast, but what care we?
34237	Lies he the lily- banks among?
34237	Loved the wood- rose, and left it on its stalk?
34237	My boy John-- He that went to sea-- What care I for the ship, sailor?
34237	My door was bolted right secure, And what way cam''ye here?"
34237	No memorial how you went With Prince Hiram''s armament?
34237	Not a neighbor Passing, nod or answer will refuse To her whisper,"Is there from the fishers any news?"
34237	Not one short day?
34237	O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old?
34237	Oh, when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below, Shall fraud and force and iron will Oppress the weak and helpless still?
34237	On what wings dare he aspire-- What the hand dare seize the fire?
34237	Or at the casement seen her stand?
34237	Or have smelt o''the bud of the brier?
34237	Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
34237	Or off some tree in forests free That fringe the western main?"
34237	Or swan''s down ever?
34237	Or that sic a fair maid Should die for my sake?
34237	Or the nard i''the fire?
34237	Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping, To cuddle and croon it to rest?
34237	Our President dead?
34237	Our money, how went it?
34237	Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name,_ The Lady of Shalott._ Who is this?
34237	Perished?--who was it said Our Leader had passed away?
34237	Reach the mooring?
34237	Said the King to his daughters three;"For I to Vanity Fair am boun'', Now say what shall they be?"
34237	Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we citizens of air?
34237	Say, heart, is there aught like this In a world that is full of bliss?
34237	Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings divine?
34237	Say, whence is the voice that when anger is burning, Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease?
34237	Say, whose is the skill that paints valley and hill, Like a picture so fair to the sight?
34237	Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose?
34237	Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocky billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean- side?
34237	Shall haughty man my back bestride?
34237	Shall the sharp spur provoke my side?
34237	Shall then our nobler jaws submit To foam and champ the galling bit?
34237	Shall we be trotting home again?"
34237	Shall we our servitude retain, Because our sires have borne the chain?
34237	She wrote to Glenlogie, To tell him her mind:"My love is laid on you, Oh, will you prove kind?"
34237	Since you will not like everything in the book equally well, may we advise you how to use it?
34237	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
34237	Some natural sorrow, loss or pain, That has been, and may be again?
34237	That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow, Till the little lambs leap with delight?
34237	That stirs the vexed soul with an aching-- a yearning For the brotherly hand- grip of peace?
34237	The Calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him:--"What news?
34237	The bonniest bairn in a''the warl''Ye ken whaur the ferlie lives?
34237	The sailor''s eyes Stood open with a great surprise:"The other day?
34237	The summer days were long, yet all too brief The happy season thou hast been our guest: Whither away?
34237	Then she cried to the quadruped, greatly amazed:"Why your passion toward_ me_ do you hurtle?
34237	Then she went to Lord Beichan''s gate, And she tirl''d gently at the pin, And ask''d--"Is this Lord Beichan''s hall, And is that noble lord within?"
34237	Then the oldest monk came forward, In Irish tongue spake he:"Thou wearest the holy Augustine''s dress, And who hath given it to thee?"
34237	Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board;"Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?"
34237	Then up spake a Scottish maiden, With her ear unto the ground:"Dinna ye hear it?--dinna ye hear it?
34237	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land?
34237	They sayde,"And why should this thing be, What danger lowers by land or sea?
34237	This is the song of the Yellowthroat, Fluttering gaily beside you; Hear how each voluble note Offers to guide you: Which way, sir?
34237	This is the song the Brown Thrush flings, Out of his thicket of roses; Hark how it warbles and rings, Mark how it closes: Luck, luck, What luck?
34237	This so far is pure pleasure, but why not, as another step, find something difficult, something you instinctively draw back from?
34237	Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
34237	Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
34237	To the hunter good What''s the gully deep, or the roaring flood?
34237	To what warm shelter canst thou fly?
34237	Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust?
34237	Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
34237	Warbler, why speed thy southern flight?
34237	Was there a man dismayed?
34237	Went the hermit to a brother Sitting in his rocky cell:"Thou an olive tree possessest; How is this, my brother, tell?
34237	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
34237	Wha sae base as be a slave?
34237	Wha will be a traitor knave?
34237	What care I for the men, sailor?
34237	What cat''s averse to fish?
34237	What does he but soften Heart alike and pen?
34237	What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
34237	What fields, or waves, or mountains?
34237	What have I to forgive?"
34237	What if conquest, subjugation, Even greater ills become?"
34237	What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
34237	What is it?
34237	What is she, That all our swains commend her?
34237	What is the voice I hear On the winds of the western sea?
34237	What little lad, do you say?
34237	What love of thine own kind?
34237	What matters the reef, or the rain, or the squall?
34237	What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?
34237	What plant we in this apple tree?
34237	What plant we in this apple tree?
34237	What plant we in this apple tree?
34237	What remains not here compiled?
34237	What shall the tasks of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears, Of those who live when length of years Is wasting this apple tree?
34237	What shapes of sky or plain?
34237	What sought they thus afar?
34237	What the anvil?
34237	What the hammer, what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain?
34237	What the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms, Till it cooes with the voice of the dove?
34237	What thou art we know not; What is most like thee?
34237	What though in solemn silence, all Move round this dark, terrestrial ball?
34237	What though nor real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
34237	What was done?
34237	What wilt thou exchange for it?''
34237	What would you have him do?"
34237	What''s the mercy despots feel?
34237	What''s the soft Southwester?
34237	When Colin''s at the door?
34237	When can their glory fade?
34237	When did music come this way?
34237	When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see?
34237	Whence the music that fills all our being-- that thrills Around us, beneath, and above?
34237	Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
34237	Where is there a girl who would not make a low curtsey to Shakespeare''s Silvia, Milton''s Sabrina, Wordsworth''s Lucy, or Mrs. Browning''s Elizabeth?
34237	Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
34237	Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
34237	Whispered the king,"Shall I know when Before_ his_ throne I stand?"
34237	Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away?
34237	Whither away, Swallow, Whither away?
34237	Whither away?
34237	Whither away?
34237	Who avert the murderous blade?
34237	Who could be less than modest in his presence?
34237	Who could but wish to bring the whole world under his spell?
34237	Who gave you the name of Old Glory-- say, who-- Who gave you the name of Old Glory?
34237	Who misses, or who wins the prize?
34237	Who saileth here so bold?"
34237	Who will shield the captive knight?
34237	Who will shield the fearless heart?
34237	Whose heart hath ne''er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand?
34237	Why should I speak low, sailor?
34237	Why weep ye by the tide?
34237	Will ye give it up to slaves?
34237	Will ye look for greener graves?
34237	Will ye to your homes retire?
34237	Will you not add to this garden of girls others whom you would like to see blooming beside them?
34237	Wilt thou-- as if thou human wert-- go forth And wanton far from them who love thee best?
34237	X FOR HOME AND COUNTRY_ The First, Best Country_ But where to find the happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know?
34237	XIII STORY POEMS: ROMANCE AND REALITY_ The Singing Leaves_ I"What fairings will ye that I bring?"
34237	You come back from sea And not know my John?
34237	_ A Song of Love_ Say, what is the spell, when her fledglings are cheeping, That lures the bird home to her nest?
34237	_ A Visit From the Sea_[15] Far from the loud sea- beaches, Where he goes fishing and crying, Here in the inland garden, Why is the sea- gull flying?
34237	_ Border Ballad_ March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale; Why the de''il dinna ye march forward in order?
34237	_ Forbearance_ Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
34237	_ How''s My Boy?_ Ho, sailor of the sea!
34237	_ Hynde Horn_"Oh, it''s Hynde Horn fair, and it''s Hynde Horn free; Oh, where were you born, and in what countrie?"
34237	_ Little Bell_ Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray:"Pretty maid, slow wandering this way, What''s your name?"
34237	_ Minstrels and Maids_ Outlanders, whence come ye last?
34237	_ So Sweet Is She_ Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it?
34237	_ Stanzas on Freedom_ Is true Freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget That we owe mankind a debt?
34237	_ The Cataract of Lodore_"How does the Water Come down at Lodore?"
34237	_ The Fatherland_ Where is the true man''s fatherland?
34237	_ The Flight of the Birds_ Whither away, Robin, Whither away?
34237	_ The Knight''s Tomb_ Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O''Kellyn?
34237	_ The Mermaid_ I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a comb of pearl, On a throne?
34237	_ The Merman_ I Who would be A merman bold, Sitting alone, Singing alone Under the sea, With a crown of gold, On a throne?
34237	_ The Priest and the Mulberry Tree_ Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare, And merrily trotted along to the fair?
34237	_ The Sailor''s Wife_ And are ye sure the news is true?
34237	_ The Star Song_ Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue, Where is the Babe but lately sprung?
34237	_ The Tax- Gatherer_"And pray, who are you?"
34237	_ The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ Through what green seas and great have ye past?
34237	_ The"Gray Swan"_"Oh, tell me, sailor, tell me true, Is my little lad, my Elihu, A- sailing with your ship?"
34237	_ We Are Seven_------A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
34237	_ Where Lies the Land?_ Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
34237	_ Where Lies the Land?_ Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
34237	_ Who Is Silvia?_ Who is Silvia?
34237	_ Who Is Silvia?_ Who is Silvia?
34237	ah, why, Thou too, whose song first told us of the Spring?
34237	cried the Mayor,"d''ye think I''ll brook"Being worse treated than a Cook?
34237	cried the Mayor,"what''s that?"
34237	cries Hervé Riel:"Are you mad, you Malouins?
34237	is it true?
34237	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress o''golden hair, A drownèd maiden''s hair Above the nets at sea?
34237	let us a voyage take; Why sit we here at ease?
34237	lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour''s birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang,"Peace on earth"?
34237	or Mistress Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow?
34237	quoth he--"What''s your name?
34237	she said,"What country come ye frae?"
34237	straight he saith;"Where is my wife, Elizabeth?"
34237	the''Swan''?"
34237	what ignorance of pain?
34237	what news?
34237	what ship?"
34237	what to do?
34237	what would you have?"
34237	where is now that boasted valour flown, That in the tented field so late was shown?
34237	whither wander you?
34237	who knows what the Clover thinks?
34237	who loves not me?"
34237	your tidings tell, Tell me you must and shall-- Say why bare- headed you are come, Or why you come at all?"
9574	''Where is God, that we should fear Him?'' 9574 Ah, the cloud is dark, and day by day I am moving thither I must pass beneath it on my way-- God pity me!--whither?"
9574	And what am I, o''er such a land The banner of the Cross to bear? 9574 Did not the gifts of sun and air To good and ill alike declare The all- compassionate Father''s care?
9574	Do I smell your gums of incense? 9574 Fearless brow to Him uplifting, Canst thou for His thunders call, Knowing that to guilt''s attraction Evermore they fall?
9574	For the death in life of Nitria, For your Chartreuse ever dumb, What better is the neighbor, Or happier the home? 9574 Forever round the Mercy- seat The guiding lights of Love shall burn; But what if, habit- bound, thy feet Shall lack the will to turn?
9574	From youth to age unresting stray These kindly mockers in our way; Yet lead they not, the baffling elves, To something better than themselves? 9574 Have ye not still my witness Within yourselves alway, My hand that on the keys of life For bliss or bale I lay?
9574	Heart of mine unsatisfied, Was it vanity or pride That a deeper joy denied? 9574 Heed I the noise of viols, Your pomp of masque and show?
9574	I note each gracious purpose, Each kindly word and deed; Are ye not all my children? 9574 Is it choice whereby the Parsee Kneels before his mother''s fire?
9574	Know''st thou not all germs of evil In thy heart await their time? 9574 Need I your alms?
9574	No prayer for light and guidance Is lost upon mine ear The child''s cry in the darkness Shall not the Father hear? 9574 Of rank and name and honors Am I vain as ye are vain?
9574	Shall souls redeemed by me refuse To share my sorrow in their turn? 9574 Thou, the patient Heaven upbraiding,"Spake a solemn Voice within;"Weary of our Lord''s forbearance, Art thou free from sin?
9574	Through mortal lapse and dulness What lacks the Eternal Fulness, If still our weakness can Love Him in loving man? 9574 What if the earth is hiding Her old faiths, long outworn?
9574	What if the o''erturned altar Lays bare the ancient lie? 9574 What if the vision tarry?
9574	What if thine eye refuse to see, Thine ear of Heaven''s free welcome fail, And thou a willing captive be, Thyself thy own dark jail? 9574 What lack I, O my children?
9574	What matter though we seek with pain The garden of the gods in vain, If lured thereby we climb to greet Some wayside blossom Eden- sweet? 9574 What part or lot have you,"he said,"In these dull rites of drowsy- head?
9574	Where are the harvest fields all white, For Truth to thrust her sickle in? 9574 Who called ye to self- torment, To fast and penance vain?
9574	Who there shall hope and health dispense, And lift the ladder up from thence Whose rounds are prayers of penitence?
9574	Why sitt''st thou thus?
9574	A banished name from Fashion''s sphere, A lay unheard of Beauty''s ear, Forbid, disowned,--what do they here?
9574	Ah, who shall pray, since he who pleads Our want perchance hath greater needs?
9574	Allied to all, yet not the less Prisoned in separate consciousness, Alone o''erburdened with a sense Of life, and cause, and consequence?
9574	And am I he whose keen surprise Flashed out from such unclouded eyes?
9574	And my heart murmured,"Is it meet That blindfold Nature thus should treat With equal hand the tares and wheat?"
9574	And shall the sinful heart, alone, Behold unmoved the fearful hour, When Nature trembled on her throne, And Death resigned his iron power?
9574	And shall these thoughts of joy and love Come back again no more to me?
9574	And what is He?
9574	And what were life and death if sin Knew not the dread rebuke within, The pang of merciful discipline?
9574	And where art thou going, soul of mine?
9574	And whither this troubled life of thine Evermore doth tend?
9574	And wilt thou prize my poor gift less For simple air and rustic dress, And sign of haste and carelessness?
9574	And yet, dear heart''remembering thee, Am I not richer than of old?
9574	And, through the shade Of funeral cypress planted thick behind, Hears no reproachful whisper on the wind From his loved dead?
9574	Are these the rocks whose mosses knew The trail of thy light gown, Where boy and girl sat down?
9574	Are we wiser, better grown, That we may not, in our day, Make his prayer our own?
9574	Art fearful now?
9574	Art fearful?
9574	Art weak?
9574	As from the lighted hearths behind me I pass with slow, reluctant feet, What waits me in the land of strangeness?
9574	Bend there around His awful throne The seraph''s glance, the angel''s knee?
9574	Bowing his head he pondered The words of the little one; Had he erred in his life- long teaching?
9574	But what avail inadequate words to reach The innermost of Truth?
9574	But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode Of Humanity clothed in the brightness of God?
9574	Can Hatred ask for love?
9574	Can He break His own great law of fatherhood, forsake And curse His children?
9574	Can Selfishness Invite to self- denial?
9574	Can prayer Reach the shut ear of Fate, or move Unpitying Energy to spare?
9574	Canst see the end?
9574	Did ever such a moonlight take Weird photographs of shrub and tree?
9574	Did ever such a morning break As that my eastern windows see?
9574	Did his own heart, loving and human, The God of his worship shame?
9574	Did the shade before him come Of th''inevitable doom, Of the end of earth so near, And Eternity''s new year?
9574	Do bird and blossom feel, like me, Life''s many- folded mystery,-- The wonder which it is to be?
9574	Dream ye Eternal Goodness Has joy in mortal pain?
9574	For the sighing of the poor Wilt Thou not, at length, arise?
9574	Had he wrong to his Master done?
9574	Has faith no work, and love no prayer?
9574	Has saintly ease no pitying care?
9574	Hast thou wrought His task, and kept the line He bade thee go?
9574	Have I not dawns and sunsets Have I not winds that blow?
9574	He shook his wings and crimson tail, And set his head aslant, And, in his sharp, impatient way, Asked,"What does Charlie want?"
9574	He who might Plato''s banquet grace, Have I not seen before me sit, And watched his puritanic face, With more than Eastern wisdom lit?
9574	Hide it from idle praises, Save it from evil phrases Why, when dear lips that spake it Are dumb, should strangers wake it?
9574	How feels the stone the pang of birth, Which brings its sparkling prism forth?
9574	How speaks the primal thought of man From the grim carvings of Copan?
9574	Hush every lip, close every book, The strife of tongues forbear; Why forward reach, or backward look, For love that clasps like air?
9574	I passed the haunts of shame and sin, And a voice whispered,"Who therein Shall these lost souls to Heaven''s peace win?
9574	I turn from Nature unto men, I ask the stylus and the pen; What sang the bards of old?
9574	If any words of mine, Through right of life divine, Remain, what matters it Whose hand the message writ?
9574	In Thy long years, life''s broken circle whole, And change to praise the cry of a lost soul?"
9574	In his black tent did the Tartar Choose his wandering sire?
9574	Is He less Than man in kindly dealing?
9574	Is heaven so high That pity can not breathe its air?
9574	Is it a dream?
9574	Is it so hard with God and me To stand alone?
9574	Is it the palm, the cocoa- palm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
9574	Is my ear with chantings fed?
9574	Is silence worship?
9574	Is there no holy wing for me, That, soaring, I may search the space Of highest heaven for Thee?
9574	Is this the wind, the soft sea wind That stirred thy locks of brown?
9574	Lord, forgive these words of mine What have I that is not Thine?
9574	Mine or another''s day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made?
9574	O''er the sons of wrong and strife, Were their strong temptations planted In thy path of life?
9574	Of all I see, in earth and sky,-- Star, flower, beast, bird,--what part have I?
9574	Oh, looking from some heavenly hill, Or from the shade of saintly palms, Or silver reach of river calms, Do those large eyes behold me still?
9574	Oh, whither shall I go to find The secret of Thy resting- place?
9574	Oh, who the speed of bird and wind And sunbeam''s glance will lend to me, That, soaring upward, I may find My resting- place and home in Thee?
9574	Oh, why and whither?
9574	Or are thy inmost depths His own, O wild and mighty sea?
9574	Or clouded sunset''s crimson bars?
9574	Or glimpse through aeons old?
9574	Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?
9574	Or sense or spirit?
9574	Or stand I severed and distinct, From Nature''s"chain of life"unlinked?
9574	Or, sin- forgiven, my gift abuse Of peace with selfish unconcern?
9574	Our wasted shrines,--who weeps for them?
9574	Rang ever bells so wild and fleet The music of the winter street?
9574	Safe in thy immortality, What change can reach the wealth I hold?
9574	Secure on God''s all- tender heart Alike rest great and small; Why fear to lose our little part, When He is pledged for all?
9574	Shall not the Father heed?
9574	Somewhere it laughed and sang; somewhere Whirled in mad dance its misty hair; But who had raised its veil, or seen The rainbow skirts of that Undine?
9574	THE REWARD Who, looking backward from his manhood''s prime, Sees not the spectre of his misspent time?
9574	Takes Nature thought for such as we, What place her human atom fills, The weed- drift of her careless sea, The mist on her unheeding hills?
9574	Taste I your wine of worship, Or eat your holy bread?
9574	That Tyrian maids with flower and song Danced through the hill grove''s spaces, And hoary- bearded Druids found In woods their holy places?
9574	The forest- tree the throb which gives The life- blood to its new- born leaves?
9574	The hieroglyphics of the stars?
9574	The meaning of the moaning sea?
9574	The rolls of buried Egypt, hid In painted tomb and pyramid?
9574	The squirrel lifts his little legs Because he has no hands, and begs; He''s asking for my nuts, I know May I not feed them on the snow?"
9574	Then of what is to be, and of what is done, Why queriest thou?
9574	Then something whispered,"Dost thou pray For what thou hast?
9574	Then up rose Master Echard, And marvelled:"Can it be That here, in dream and vision, The Lord hath talked with me?"
9574	There the dews of quiet fall, Singing birds and soft winds stray: Shall the tender Heart of all Be less kind than they?
9574	Think ye that Raphael''s angel throng Has vanished from his side?
9574	Think ye the notes of holy song On Milton''s tuneful ear have died?
9574	Thy deeds are well: Were they wrought for Truth''s sake or for thine?
9574	To be, indeed, whate''er the soul In dreams hath thirsted for so long,-- A portion of heaven''s glorious whole Of loveliness and song?
9574	To breathe with them the light divine From God''s own holy altar flowing?
9574	To what grim and dreadful idol Had he lent the holiest name?
9574	Was ever yet a sound by half So merry as you school- boy''s laugh?
9574	Was it a dim- remembered dream?
9574	Was it mirth or ease, Or heaping up dust from year to year?
9574	Was it the half- unconscious moan Of one apart and mateless, The weariness of unshared power, The loneliness of greatness?
9574	Was it the lifting of that eye, The waving of that pictured hand?
9574	Was not my spirit born to shine Where yonder stars and suns are glowing?
9574	Well pleased,( for when did farmer boy Count such a summons less than joy?)
9574	What Presence from the heavenly heights To those of earth stoops down?
9574	What are its jars, so smooth and fine, But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine, And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?
9574	What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie?
9574	What can Eternal Fulness From your lip- service gain?
9574	What chance can mar the pearl and gold Thy love hath left in trust with me?
9574	What daunts thee now?
9574	What does the good ship bear so well?
9574	What doth that holy Guide require?
9574	What doth the cosmic Vastness care?
9574	What eyes look through, what white wings fan These purple veils of air?
9574	What face shall smile, what voice shall greet?
9574	What had she in those dreary hours, Within her ice- rimmed bay, In common with the wild- wood flowers, The first sweet smiles of May?
9574	What hast thou done, O soul of mine, That thou tremblest so?
9574	What hast thou wrought for Right and Truth, For God and Man, From the golden hours of bright- eyed youth To life''s mid span?
9574	What heed I of the dusty land And noisy town?
9574	What if the dreams and legends Of the world''s childhood die?
9574	What is it that the black crow says?
9574	What is it to the changeless truth That yours shall fail in turn?
9574	What lip shall judge when He approves?
9574	What marvel that, in simpler days Of the world''s early childhood, Men crowned with garlands, gifts, and praise Such monarchs of the wild- wood?
9574	What marvel then that Fame should turn Her notes of praise to those of scorn; Her gifts reclaimed, her smiles withdrawn?
9574	What matter how the night behaved?
9574	What matter how the north- wind raved?
9574	What matter, I or they?
9574	What matters it?
9574	What may the wind''s low burden be?
9574	What mean Idumea''s arrowy lines, Or dusk Elora''s monstrous signs?
9574	What meant The prophets of the Orient?
9574	What oracle Is in the pine- tree''s organ swell?
9574	What reeks she of our helpless wills?
9574	What sings the brook?
9574	What space shall awe, what brightness blind me?
9574	What thunder- roll of music stun?
9574	What unseen altar crowns the hills That reach up stair on stair?
9574	What vast processions sweep before me Of shapes unknown beneath the sun?
9574	What, my soul, was thy errand here?
9574	When I and all who know And love me vanish so, What harm to them or me Will the lost memory be?
9574	Whence came I?
9574	Where flock the souls, like doves in flight, From the dark hiding- place of sin?
9574	Where is evil, and whence comes it, since God the Good hath created all things?
9574	Where rests the secret?
9574	Where the keys Of the old death- bolted mysteries?
9574	While sin remains, and souls in darkness dwell, Can heaven itself be heaven, and look unmoved on hell?"
9574	Whither do I go?
9574	Who bears no trace of passion''s evil force?
9574	Who dare to scorn the child He loves?
9574	Who does not cast On the thronged pages of his memory''s book, At times, a sad and half- reluctant look, Regretful of the past?
9574	Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
9574	Who lives unhaunted by his loved ones dead?
9574	Who mourneth for Jerusalem?
9574	Who owned the prophet of the Lord?
9574	Who shall essay, Blinded and weak, to point and lead the way, Or solve the mystery in familiar speech?
9574	Who shall say What touch the chord of memory thrills?
9574	Who shuns thy sting, O terrible Remorse?
9574	Who smokes his nargileh, cool and calm?
9574	Who talks of scheme and plan?
9574	Who the secret may declare Of that brief, unuttered prayer?
9574	Who trembled at my warning word?
9574	Who turneth from his gains away?
9574	Who, leaving feast and purpling cup, Takes Zion''s lamentation up?
9574	Who, with vain longing, seeketh not to borrow From stranger eyes the home lights which have fled?
9574	Whose knee with mine is bowed to pray?
9574	Why climb the far- off hills with pain, A nearer view of heaven to gain?
9574	Why fear the night?
9574	Why idly seek from outward things The answer inward silence brings?
9574	Why made He anything at all of evil, and not rather by His Almightiness cause it not to be?
9574	Why should the showman claim The poor ghost of my name?
9574	Why should the unborn critic whet For me his scalping- knife?
9574	Why should the"crowner''s quest"Sit on my worst or best?
9574	Why stretch beyond our proper sphere And age, for that which lies so near?
9574	Yet when did Age transfer to Youth The hard- gained lessons of its day?
9574	art sad of cheer?
9574	how long Shall thy trodden poor complain?
9574	what shakes thee so?
9574	where are they who sailed with me The beautiful island- studded sea?
9574	where art Thou?
9574	wherefore strain Beyond thy sphere?
9574	whose of all those kindly eyes Now smile upon another''s?
9574	why shrink from Death; That phantom wan?
2622	And are n''t they a change to the ditches And tunnels of Poverty Flat?
2622	And are you sure you took no more, My little maid?
2622	And how do I like my position?
2622	And is n''t it nice to have riches, And diamonds and silks, and all that?
2622	And now, in my higher ambition, With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk?
2622	And what do I think of New York?
2622	And what''s a refrain? 2622 And who''s Mother Carey, and what is her train, Sister Helen?
2622	Are women fair?
2622	Are women fools?
2622	Are women good?
2622	Are women kind?
2622	Are women proud?
2622	Are women saints?
2622	Are women sweet?
2622	Are women wise?
2622	Are women witty?
2622	Be quiet, you torment, or how can I write, Little brother? 2622 But for general use?"
2622	But why does your figure appear so lean, Sister Helen? 2622 But why is your face so yellowy white, Sister Helen?
2622	Can women found be faithful unto any?
2622	Eh?
2622	Excuse the liberty I take,Modestus said, with archness on his brow,"Pray, why did not your father make A gentleman of you?"
2622	Hast been through purgatory?
2622	His? 2622 How''s Monsieur Terre, waiter, pray?"
2622	I am-- and you?
2622	I say, whose house is that there here?
2622	If one''s allowed to ask it,Quoth I,"ma belle cousine, What have you in your basket?"
2622	Married? 2622 Must Lady Jenny frisk about, And visit with her cousins?
2622	No; what then?
2622	Not at all; why should it be? 2622 Now who should there in Heaven be To fill your place, ma tres- douce mie?
2622	Oh, oui, Monsieur,''s the waiter''s answer;"Quel vin Monsieur desire- t- il?"
2622	Say, do you still cook Bouillabaisse?
2622	Shall I,says he,"of tender age, In this important care engage?
2622	The Brute that lurks and irks within, How, till you have him gagged and bound, Escape the foulest form of Sin?
2622	Though mine,the father mused aloud,"Are not the sons I would have chosen, Shall I, less evilly endowed, By their infirmity be frozen?
2622	What has she better, pray, than I, What hidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die, Whilst I am scarce a toast? 2622 What matters it how far we go?"
2622	What were they?
2622	What will Monsieur require for dinner?
2622	What wonder while we fought Together that it flew In shivers?
2622	What, he again? 2622 Why so severe?"
2622	Why, what put milk into your head? 2622 You''re reading Greek?"
2622	Young man,he said,"by what art, craft, or trade, Did your good father gain a livelihood?"
2622	''Tis cream my cows supply;"And five times to the child I said,"Why, pig- head, tell me, why?"
2622	( Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?)
2622	-- Why, so it is, father,--whose wife shall I take?"
2622	--"What, is he gone?
2622	--But where is the Pompadour, too?
2622	--Scribe You tell me you''re promised a lover, My own Araminta, next week; Why can not my fancy discover The hue of his coat, and his cheek?
2622	Alfred Cochrane[ 1865- TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING( New Style) Am I sincere?
2622	Alys and Ermengarde, where are they?
2622	And I have said, my little Will, Why should he not continue still A thing of Nature''s rearing?
2622	And I,--was I brusque and surly?
2622	And if I''d rather live than weep Meanwhile, do you find that surprising?
2622	And if one tempt you to believe His choice would be immortal gold, Question him, Can you then conceive A warmer heart than clay can hold?
2622	And what of John?
2622	And when he was done,"Do you think, my Lord, He''s better without a tail?"
2622	And where goes gain that greed amasses, By wile, and guile, and thievery?
2622	And where, I pray you, is the Queen Who willed that Buridan should steer Sewed in a sack''s mouth down the Seine?...
2622	And why are your skirts so funnily tight?"
2622	And why do you call her again and again?"
2622	And why do you dress in sage, sage green?"
2622	Are the links of thy fetters so light that thou cravest another man''s chain?
2622	Are they dumb?
2622	As here I lie In this state- chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask"Do I live, am I dead?"
2622	At balls must she make all the rout, And bring home hearts by dozens?
2622	At penny- a- lining make your whack, Or with the mummers mug and gag?
2622	Babette( showing the empty cup) The draught, M''sieu''?
2622	Be a great, tall, handsome beast, With hoofs to gallop on?
2622	Besides, who minds a cousin?
2622	But when he came, with smile and bow, Maud only blushed, and stammered,"Ha- ow?"
2622	But where are the snows of yester- year?
2622	But where are the snows of yester- year?
2622	But where are the snows of yester- year?
2622	Can sweethearts all their thirst allay With strawberries?
2622	Carolyn Wells[ 186?-- AFTER DILETTANTE CONCETTI After Dante Gabriel Rossetti"Why do you wear your hair like a man, Sister Helen?
2622	Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren-- where were they?
2622	David Garrick[ 1717- 1779]--------------- Treason doth never prosper; what''s the reason?
2622	Did I say basalt for my slab, sons?
2622	Did some rich man tyrannically use you?
2622	Did you transmigrate?
2622	Do they move?
2622	Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
2622	Does not the boar break cover just when you''re lighting a weed?
2622	Does the grass clothe a new- built wall?
2622	Doubt is faith in the main: but faith, on the whole, is doubt; We can not believe by proof: but could we believe without?
2622	Draw close: that conflagration of my church--What then?
2622	Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
2622	ENVOY Princes take heed!--for where are they, Valois, Navarre and Orleans?...
2622	ENVOY Where are the secrets it knew?
2622	Edward Rowland Sill[ 1841- 1887] EPIGRAMS What is an epigram?
2622	Edward Verrall Lucas[ 1868- AUCASSIN AND NICOLETE What magic halo rings thy head, Dream- maiden of a minstrel dead?
2622	For answer I was fain to sink To what we all would say and think Were Beauty present:"Do n''t mention such a simple act-- A trouble?
2622	Francis Davison(?)
2622	George John Cayley[?]
2622	George Macdonald[ 1824- 1905]--------------- Who killed Kildare?
2622	Good Joan, whom English did betray In Rouen town, and burned her?
2622	Gray)?
2622	Had then the Fairies given a treat Under the lindens?
2622	Hand to shake and mouth to kiss, Both he offered ere he spoke; But she said,"What man is this Comes to play a sorry joke?"
2622	Have we seen you since, all modern and fresh?
2622	Her favorite, even in his cage,( What will not hunger''s cruel rage?)
2622	Her hair is almost gray; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring- like way?
2622	Her hair, was it quaintly curly, Or as straight as a beadle''s wand?
2622	Her rounded form was lean, And her silk was bombazine: Well I wot With her needles would she sit, And for hours would she knit.-- Would she not?
2622	Her teeth, I presume, were"pearly": But which was she, brunette or blonde?
2622	How can she lay her glasses down, And say she reads as well, When, through a double convex lens, She just makes out to spell?
2622	How could I less Than love it?
2622	How do you melt the multy swag?
2622	How have your trousers fared?"
2622	How many apples have you had?"
2622	How slow its pace; and then its hue-- Who ever saw so fine a blue?"
2622	I can not recall her figure: Was it regal as Juno''s own?
2622	I think I said I knew a man: what then?
2622	I thought the goddess cold, austere, Not made for love''s despairs and blisses: Did Pallas wear her hair like that?
2622	I want you to come and pass sentence On two or three books with a plot; Of course you know"Janet''s Repentance"?
2622	I wonder if the house still there is?
2622	III Blister we not for bursati?
2622	IV The temper of chums, the love of your wife, and a new piano''s tune-- Which of the three will you trust at the end of an Indian June?
2622	If She be pleasant to look on, what does the Young Man say?
2622	In Sais, or On, Memphis, or Thebes, or Pelusium?
2622	Is Terre still alive and able?
2622	Is it Cupid?
2622	Is it all for thee?
2622	Is it better in May, I ask you?
2622	Is it ever hot in the square?
2622	Is she under thirty, the woman who holds a boy in her thrall?
2622	Is the ballad you''re writing about a sea- bird?"
2622	It''s a fact o''wich ther''s bushils o''proofs; Fer how could we trample on''t so, I wonder, Ef''t worn''t thet it''s ollers under our hoofs?"
2622	Joe, just you kool''em-- nice and skew Upon our old meogginee, Now ai n''t they utterly too- too?
2622	John Fraser[ 1750- 1811] THE OWL- CRITIC"Who stuffed that white owl?
2622	John Halsham[ 18-- GEIST''S GRAVE Four years!--and didst thou stay above The ground, which hides thee now, but four?
2622	John saw Versailles from Marli''s height, And cried, astonished at the sight,"Whose fine estate is that there here?"
2622	KNIFE- GRINDER Story?
2622	Let it be as it may, Rose kissed me to- day But the pleasure gives way To a savor of sorrow;-- Rose kissed me to- day,-- Will she kiss me to- morrow?
2622	Life, how and what is it?
2622	Lovelier she than a woman of clay; Nay, but where is the last year''s snow?
2622	M. Vieuxbois Where have you been?
2622	M. Vieuxbois( drowsily)"She was an Angel"..."Once she laughed"... What, was I dreaming?
2622	Make your peace with the women, and men will make you L. G. VI Does the woodpecker flit round the young ferash?
2622	Matthew Prior[ 1664- 1721] THE LURE"What bait do you use,"said a Saint to the Devil,"When you fish where the souls of men abound?"
2622	May-- Robinson''s, the chestnut trees-- Were ever crowds as gay as these?
2622	Mine is the glacier''s way, yours is the blossom''s weather-- When were December and May known to be happy together?
2622	Minerva?
2622	My father''s trade?
2622	My heart is the same;--is yours altered?
2622	My mother laughed; I soon found out That ancient ladies have no feeling: My father frowned; but how should gout See any happiness in kneeling?
2622	My sons, ye would not be my death?
2622	Nay, when, once paid my mortal fee, Some idler on my headstone grim Traces the moss- blurred name, will he Think me the happier, or I him?
2622	Next tripping came a courtly fair, John cried, enchanted with her air,"What lovely wench is that there here?"
2622	No, Maiden and Queen, no man may say; Nay, but where is the last year''s snow?
2622	Now ai n''t they utterly too- too?
2622	O, where did hunter win So delicate a skin For her feet?
2622	Oh, why did papa strike pay gravel In drifting on Poverty Flat?
2622	Oliver Wendell Holmes[ 1809- 1894] THE BOYS Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
2622	One burden answers, ever and aye,"Nay, but where is the last year''s snow?"
2622	Or fake the broads?
2622	Or get the straight, and land your pot?
2622	Or her uncle?
2622	Or only a trifle bigger Than the elves who surround the throne Of the Fairy Queen, and are seen, I ween, By mortals in dreams alone?
2622	Or oppressively bland and fond?
2622	Or pitch a snide?
2622	Or richer joys than clay can feel?
2622	Or roguish lawyer made you lose your little All in a lawsuit?
2622	Or that Joseph''s sudden rise To Comptroller of Supplies Was a fraud of monstrous size On King Pharaoh''s swart Civilians?
2622	Or the attorney?
2622	Or thimble- rig?
2622	Or why did we twain abscond, When nobody knew, from the public view To prowl by a misty pond?
2622	Pair by pair The Wind has blown them all away: The young and yare, the fond and fair: Where are the Snows of Yesterday?
2622	Perchance you were married?
2622	Policeman, where''s your staff?
2622	Pray, sir, tell me,--whose dog are you?
2622	Pray, why did not your father make A saddler, sir, of you?"
2622	Richard Garnett[ 1835- 1906]--------------- Philosopher, whom dost thou most affect, Stoics austere, or Epicurus''sect?
2622	Richard Harris Barham[ 1788- 1845] THE WHITING AND THE SNAIL From"Alice in Wonderland"After Mary Howitt"Will you walk a little faster?"
2622	Robert Herrick[ 1591- 1674]"ARE WOMEN FAIR?"
2622	Said I,"What can the matter be?
2622	Said I,"What is it makes you bad?
2622	Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away?
2622	Should I be I, or would it be One tenth another, to nine tenths me?
2622	Should it come to- day, what man may say We shall not live again?
2622	Sometimes I think I see her yet Stand smiling by the cabinet; And once, I know, she peeped and laughed Betwixt the curtains... Where''s the draught?
2622	Suppose I put''em up the flue, And booze the profits, Joe?
2622	Suppose you duff?
2622	Suppose you screeve?
2622	Suppose you try a different tack, And on the square you flash your flag?
2622	Swift as a weaver''s shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he?
2622	Tell me, knife- grinder, how you came to grind knives?
2622	That fellow''s the"Speaker,"--the one on the right;"Mr. Mayor,"my young one, how are you to- night?
2622	That hands like hers can touch the springs That move who knows what men and things?
2622	That loving heart, that patient soul, Had they indeed no longer span, To run their course, and reach their goal And read their homily to man?
2622	That your plea?
2622	The piper he piped on the hill- top high,( Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) Till the cow said"I die,"and the goose asked"Why?"
2622	The self- same question Brahma asked again:"Hast been through purgatory?"
2622	Their ancestors the pious praise, And like to imitate their ways; How, then, does our first parent live, What lesson has his life to give?
2622	Then I:"Why not?
2622	Then the hand that reposed so snugly In mine,--was it plump or spare?
2622	They are waiting on the shingle-- will you come and join the dance?
2622	They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart, Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks:"It''s striking, but is it Art?"
2622	Though certain omens oft forewarn a state, And dying lions show the monarch''s fate, Why should such fears bid Celia''s sorrow rise?
2622	Unknown---------------"I hardly ever ope my lips,"one cries;"Simonides, what think you of my rule?"
2622	Unknown---------------"What?
2622	V Who are the rulers of Ind-- to whom shall we bow the knee?
2622	VI.--(Wordsworth)"Come, little cottage girl, you seem To want my cup of tea; And will you take a little cream?
2622	Voices from out of the mist, Calling to one another:"Hath love an end, thou more than friend, Thou dearer than ever brother?"
2622	Was I haply the lady''s suitor?
2622	Was I partial to rising early?
2622	Was Wisdom''s mouth so shaped for kisses?
2622	Was he glad or sad, Who knew to carve in such a fashion?
2622	Was it snowing I spoke of?
2622	Was it the squire for killing of his game?
2622	Was it the squire?
2622	Was the countenance fair or ugly?
2622	Was the place growing green, Babette?
2622	Was there ever a loser content with the loss of the game?
2622	Was there ever so rude or so reckless A Darling as you?
2622	We ca n''t never choose him o''course,--thet''s flat; Guess we shall hev to come round,( do n''t you?)
2622	Wealth''s wasteful tricks I will not learn, Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;-- Shall not carved tables serve my turn, But all must be of buhl?
2622	Weavings of plot and of plan?
2622	What Cat''s averse to fish?
2622	What charm of faerie round thee hovers, That all who listen are thy lovers?
2622	What chickens are these between sea and heaven?)"
2622	What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
2622	What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around?
2622	What female heart can gold despise?
2622	What flower considers if its blooms Light, haunts of men, or forest glooms?
2622	What funny fancy slips From atween these cherry lips?
2622	What next did you do?
2622	What of a villa?
2622	What though the print be not so bright, The paper dark, the binding slight?
2622	What work is toward in the startled heaven?)"
2622	What, and wherefore, and whence?
2622	When clay has such red mouths to kiss, Firm hands to grasp, it is enough: How can I take it aught amiss We are not made of rarer stuff?
2622	When did your shoemaker make you, dear, Such a nice pair of Egyptian"threes"?
2622	Whence answers Echo, afield, astray, By mere or stream,--around, below?
2622	Where Do Fairies Hide Their Heads?"
2622	Where are the Girls of Yesterday?
2622	Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine?
2622	Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere,-- She whose beauty was more than human?...
2622	Where is my daughter?
2622	Where is the old man laid?
2622	Where is wise Heloise, that care Brought on Abeilard, and dismay?
2622	Where were you measured?
2622	Where''s Bertha Broad- foot, Beatrice fair?
2622	Where''s Heloise, the learned nun, For whose sake Abeilard, I ween, Lost manhood and put priesthood on?
2622	Where''s Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman?
2622	Where''s that White Queen, a lily rare, With her sweet song, the Siren''s lay?
2622	Where''s the draught?
2622	Which, Joe, is why I ses ter you-- Aesthetic- like, and limp, and free-- Now ai n''t they utterly too- too, Them flymy little bits of Blue?
2622	Whisper me, Fair Sorceress in paint, What canon says I may n''t Marry thee?
2622	Who dared Kildare to kill?
2622	Who shall doubt"the secret hid Under Cheops''pyramid"Was that the contractor did Cheops out of several millions?
2622	Who was he?
2622	Who''d care with folk like these to dine?
2622	Who, says we are more?
2622	Why weepest thou so sore?
2622	Why, and whither, and how?
2622	Why, blockhead, are you mad?
2622	Why?
2622	Wich of our onnable body''d be safe?"
2622	Will she kiss me to- morrow?
2622	Will ye ever eat my heart?
2622	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, will you join the dance?
2622	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, will you join the dance?
2622	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, wo n''t you join the dance?
2622	Will you, wo n''t you, will you, wo n''t you, wo n''t you join the dance?"
2622	Wut shall we du?
2622	Ye see your state wi''theirs compared, And shudder at the niffer; But cast a moment''s fair regard, What maks the mighty differ?
2622	Yes, we''re boys,--always playing with tongue or with pen,-- And I sometimes have asked,--Shall we ever be men?
2622	Yet, Nicolete, why fear''st thou fame?
2622	You said you were sure it would kill you, If ever your husband looked so; And you will not apostatize,--will you?
2622	ai nt it terrible?
2622	and oft I blushed to see its foot more soft, And white, shall I say?
2622	at every turn?
2622	cries the other in a fury--"Why, sir!--d''ye think I''ve lost my eyes?"
2622	for its want an oak will wither-- By the dull hoof into the dust is trod, And then who strikes the cither?
2622	how shall this be given to rhyme, By rhymesters of a knowing time?
2622	into no more?
2622	or Covetous parson, for his tithes destraining?
2622	or fig a nag?
2622	or go cheap- jack?
2622	or knap a yack?
2622	or nose and lag?
2622	or parson of the parish?
2622	or smash a rag?
2622	or, since Cain, What murder?
2622	was it your hydromel Under the lindens?
2622	what a vessel it might have befriended, Does it add any flavor to Glugabib''s beer?
2622	what have we here So very round and smooth and sharp?
2622	what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
2622	what''s a tone or a feature, When once one''s a talented man?
2622	what, the land and houses too?
2622	whither are you going?
2622	whose funeral''s that?"
2622	would you believe''Twas once a lover?
3473	Am I sipping the honey of the lips? 3473 Does love steal gently o''er our soul?"
3473	Have you no smile to welcome love with, Liebhaid? 3473 In his youth my youth renewing Pamper, fondle, die to serve him, Only breathing through his spirit-- Couldst thou not love such a father?"
3473	Master, if thou to thy prides''goal should come, Where wouldst thou throne-- at Avignon or Rome?
3473	Mother, shall we soon be there?
3473	See''st thou o''er my shoulders falling, Snake- like ringlets waving free? 3473 Tell me, tell me, my beloved, Didst thou not erewhile swear falsely?"
3473	Tell me, tell me, my beloved, Looks thy heart on me with favor?
3473	Tell me, tell me, my beloved, Wherefore all at once thou blushest?
3473	Think you words like these will touch me? 3473 Well thou knowest, thrice reverend master, This is not their first affliction, Was it not our Holy Office Whose bribed menials fired their dwelling?
3473	What good shall come, forswearing kith and God, To follow the allurements of the heart?
3473	What if he were such another As myself who stand before thee?
3473	Who may this miracle of learning be? 3473 With tears thy grief thou dost bemoan, Tears that would melt the hardest stone, Oh, wherefore sing''st thou not the vine?
3473	A vision of remembered joy Reveals itself to thee once more; Why fearest thou to live it o''er, Retracing it without annoy?
3473	Alas, I suffer from it still; What was this grief, this unknown ill, Which I have wept so bitterly?
3473	Am I drunk with the wine of a kiss?
3473	An alien in his land of birth, An outcast from his brethren''s earth, Albeit with theirs his blood mixed well When Plevna fell?
3473	And I shall smile, Live and rejoice in love, when ye are dead?
3473	And canst thou be My own immortal one?
3473	And forfeiting thy weal eternal, By thine own guilty heart misled?
3473	And his child?
3473	And now, at the end, we ask, Has the grave really closed over all these gifts?
3473	And seest thou not, within the moon''s pale ray, Her lovely form sink on thy breast again?
3473	And those light pleasures that give life its zest, How wouldst thou value if thou hadst not wept?
3473	And wilt thou of his trespasses inquire?
3473	And wilt thou punish him for sins inborn?
3473	Are his priests false?
3473	Are sail and mast and rudder gone?
3473	Are these ignoble relics all that live Of psalmist, priest, and prophet?
3473	Are these ignoble relics all that live Of psalmist, priest, and prophet?
3473	Are ye mad?
3473	Art thou not happy, young, a welcome guest?
3473	At set of sun to- day?
3473	Ay, when were you last In Nordhausen?
3473	Because his law is love, we tutor him In mercy and reward his murderers?
3473	Bid melancholy gaze upon the skies?
3473	Bring they fresh tidings of the pestilence?
3473	But first, or ere thy grief thou say, My poet, art thou healed thereof?
3473	But if this be according to Fate''s will, What may I do, but wander heavy- souled, With ever downcast head, eyes weeping still?
3473	But no whit abashed, Pedrillo,"What care I for curse of Talmud?
3473	But thou-- hast thou faith in the fortune of Israel?
3473	But would we break, if we could, that repose, that silence and mystery and peace everlasting?
3473	But-- do you wish him well?
3473	By a fair woman''s love art thou not blest?
3473	By what unhallowed thirst Darest thou allure me to thy jaded arms?
3473	By whom?
3473	Call''st thou that a Song?
3473	Can the breath Of very heaven bid these Bones revive, Open the graves and clothe the ribs of death?
3473	Can the breath Of very heaven bid these bones revive, Open the graves, and clothe the ribs of death?
3473	Children, is all in order?
3473	Could doubt have swayed thee, then I ask, How enters doubt within the soul of man?
3473	Could thy soul deflect?
3473	Coward?
3473	Crushed by the burden of my sins I pray, Oh, wherefore shunned I not the evil way?
3473	D''ye call me Jew?
3473	Did not He purge with fiery hail those twain Blotches of festering sin, Gomorrah, Sodom?
3473	Did you not tell me scarce a month agone, When I chanced in on you at feast and prayer, The holy time''s bright legend?
3473	Didst hear the fellow''s words who handed it?
3473	Didst mark a diamond lance flash from the roof, And strike him''twixt the eyes?
3473	Didst note, man, how they fixed me?
3473	Didst thou not say this folly long had slept?
3473	Didst thou not see the spies who dogged my steps?
3473	Do foes clasp hands in brotherhood again?
3473	Do not the people ask the same as I?
3473	Does Frederick know thou art in Eisenach?
3473	Does Nature causeless act, to no wise end?
3473	Does not the white wraith of the aspen- tree In that green palace, mark the path at night?
3473	Emaciate- lipped, with cavernous black eyes Whose inward visions do eclipse the day, Seems he not one re- risen from the grave To yield the secret?
3473	Exile?
3473	Father, be these The folk who murdered Jesus?
3473	Father, what news?
3473	Father, what wild and wandering words are these?
3473	Father, you called me?
3473	Fly?
3473	Follow the huntsman on the upland lawns?
3473	God''s chosen people, shall we stand a- tremble Before our Father, as the Gentiles use?
3473	Has Fortune smiled on thee?
3473	Has that eager, passionate striving ceased, and"is the rest silence?"
3473	Has the Destroying Angel passed the posts Of Jewish doors-- to visit Christian homes?
3473	Hast seen him yet?
3473	Hast thou forgot the Prince?
3473	Hast thou not heard Frederick sends Schnetzen unto Nordhausen, With fire and torture for the Jews?
3473	Hast thou, my daughter, served The needs o''the poor, suddenly- orphaned child?
3473	Hastes he not to aid?
3473	Have I culled the flowers of the cheek, Have I sucked the fresh fragrance of the breath?
3473	Have many of our tribe been stricken?
3473	Have you no smile to welcome love with, Liebhaid?
3473	He crumbles like a garment spoiled with moth; According to his sins wilt thou be wroth?
3473	He who bestows his wealth upon the poor, Has only lent it to the Lord, be sure-- Of what avail to clasp it with clenched hand?
3473	He will not hear of rest-- he comes anon-- Shall we within?
3473	Hear''st thou the word?
3473	Henry Schnetzen Shall be the Jews''destroyer?
3473	How can''st thou ever of the world complain, And murmuring, burden it with all thy pain?
3473	How know you That Susskind holds my bonds?
3473	How may he closely secret causes scan, Who learns not whence he comes nor where he goes?
3473	How may he ever bear Thine anger just, thy vengeance dire?
3473	How shall he make provision For the vast widowed, orphaned host this deed Burdens the state withal?
3473	I asked them( no one heard and none replied):"Do ye forsake me, too, oh father, mother?"
3473	If I remember Raschi?
3473	If thou shouldst meet with Fortune on thy way, Wouldst thou not follow singing, in her train?
3473	In the name of God, What has he done to HER?
3473	In what dread shape Approaches death?
3473	Is all hope lost?
3473	Is he alone?
3473	Is he in peril?
3473	Is it a door that opens, or a mask That falls?
3473	Is not our flesh as capable of pain, Our blood as quick envenomed as your own?
3473	Is not the fire real fire?
3473	Is not the people''s voice the voice of God?
3473	Is one among us brothers, would exchange His doom against our tyrants,--lot for lot?
3473	Is one who would not die in Israel Rather than live in Christ,--their Christ who smiles On such a deed as this?
3473	Is that God''s justice?
3473	Is there a God in heaven?
3473	Is there no bolt in heaven For the child murderer?
3473	Is this already hell?
3473	Is this meek, saintly- hypocrite, the firm, Ambitious, resolute Reinhard Peppercorn, Terror of Jews and beacon of the Church?
3473	Is this the House of Israel whose pride Is as a tale that''s told, an ancient song?
3473	Is this the House of Israel, whose pride Is as a tale that''s told, an ancient song?
3473	Is this the place where we shall find fresh steeds?
3473	Is this the portion of mine age?
3473	Is this the will of God?
3473	Know ye what burning is?
3473	Knowest thou, Susskind, Schnetzen''s cause of hate?
3473	Long in the lap of childhood didst thou sleep, Think how thy youth like chaff did disappear; Shall life''s sweet Spring forever last?
3473	Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud Athwart the sky?
3473	Lord Schnetzen, will you murder your own child?
3473	Master, if thou to thy pride''s goal should come, Where wouldst thou throne-- at Avignon or Rome?
3473	May I stand by thy side, And hold my hand in thine until the end?
3473	Mine eyes are full of grief-- who sees me, asks,"Oh wherefore dost thou cling unto the ground?"
3473	Mistress?
3473	Must we set forth, Haste- flushed and unprepared?
3473	Must your good friends of Prague break bolts and bars To gain a peep at this prodigious pearl You bury in your shell?
3473	My lamp''s spent ray upon the floor, Why does it dazzle me with light?
3473	My lord, what answer would you give your Christ If peradventure, in this general doom You sacrifice a Christian?
3473	My lords of Nordhausen, shall ye be stunned With sounding words?
3473	Neighbors, what wild alarm is this?
3473	Noble lords, Burghers, and artisans of Nordhausen, Wise, honorable, just, God- fearing men, Shall ye condemn or ever ye have heard?
3473	Not he, who faces death, Who singly against worlds has fought, For what?
3473	Not miracles I doubt, for how dare man, Chief miracle of life''s mystery, say HE KNOWS?
3473	O God, How shall I pray for strength to love him less Than mine own soul?
3473	Oh beautiful bride, what is the form of thy friend, that thou say to me, Release him, send him away?
3473	Oh why not now?
3473	Or am I mad?
3473	Or bathe in blood the settled, steel- clad ranks?
3473	Or fleck the wind with coursers''foaming flanks?
3473	Or shall we clothe soft elegies in white?
3473	Or shall we dive for pearls beneath the seas, Or find the wild goats by the alpine trees?
3473	Or shall we tell whose hand the lamps above, In the celestial mansions, year by year, Kindles with sacred oil of life and love?
3473	Our bird makes merry his dull bars with song, Yet would not penitential psalms accord More fitly with your sin than minstrels''lays?
3473	Our first embrace dost thou so soon forget?
3473	Peril?
3473	Rather, where shall we seek Secure asylum, if here be not one?
3473	Said you at sunset?
3473	Say, shall we sing of sadness, joy or hope?
3473	Say, wilt thou darken such a light, Wilt drag the clouds from heaven''s height?
3473	See lovers mount the ladder''s silken rope?
3473	Shall I gentler prove to others?
3473	Shall my heart crack for love''s loss That meekly bears my people''s martyrdom?
3473	Shall the smoke choke us, father?
3473	Shall this prayer be your first that he denies?
3473	Shall we desert snug homes?
3473	Shall we excel the Christ in charity?
3473	Shall we neglect God''s due observances, While He is manifest in miracle?
3473	Shall we not Debate and act in freedom?
3473	Shall we stand by and leave them unmolested, Till they have made our town a wilderness?
3473	Shalt thou have never done with folly, Still fresh and new must it arise?
3473	She sings"Matins:"--"Does not the morn break thus, Swift, bright, victorious, With new skies cleared for us Over the soul storm- tost?
3473	Sir, can you help me to the nighest way Unto the merchant''s house, Susskind von Orb?
3473	Sir, what''s that?
3473	So YOU are the accuser, my lord Schnetzen?
3473	Some one asked:"What of Jerusalem?
3473	Some strayed dove Lost from your cote, among our vultures caged?
3473	State at war with state, Church against church-- yea, Pope at feud with Pope In these tossed seas what anchorage for hope?
3473	Susskind von Orb, what think''st thou of these things?
3473	Susskind von Orb?
3473	Sweet master, You look the perfect knight, what can you crave Of us starved, wretched Jews?
3473	Tell me what golden dreams shall charm our sleep, Whence shall be drawn the tears that we shall weep?
3473	That I did say and sigh,"How came I hither, when and why?"
3473	That wrinkled flesh made to be pulled and pricked, Wounded by flinty pebbles and keen steel?
3473	The Abbot Lent him an impatient hearing, Then outbroke with angry accent,"We have borne three years, thou sayest?
3473	The Landgrave of Thuringia is our patron, True-- and our town''s imperial Governor, But are we not free burghers?
3473	The freedom broadening with the wars that cease?
3473	The pure man sinks in mire and slime, The noble shrinketh not from crime, Wilt thou resent on him the charms of sin?
3473	The red, dark year is dead, the year just born Leads on from anguish wrought by priest and mob, To what undreamed- of morn?
3473	The world belongs to man; dreams the poor brute Some nook has been apportioned for brute life?
3473	The years are ready- winged for flying, What crav''st thou still of feast and wine?
3473	These passionate tears?
3473	Think you he speaks before the service?
3473	Think''st thou a heedless God afflicted thee?
3473	Think''st thou that they have written poems?
3473	Those two fair lamps, even than the sun more bright, Who ever dreamed to see turn clay obscure?
3473	To the heart''s core a Jewess-- prop of my house, Soul of my soul-- and I?
3473	To- morrow, man?
3473	Truth?
3473	Very gently spoke the Rabbi,"Have a care, my son Pedrillo, Thou art orphaned, and who knoweth But thy father loved this people?"
3473	Wander ye not together, thou and she, Midst blooming woods, on sands like silver bright?
3473	Was Israel glad in Seville on the day Thou didst renounce him?
3473	Was it not the"Ewig- Weibliche"that allows no prestige but its own?
3473	Was that benignant, venerable face Fit target for their foul throats''voided rheum?
3473	Was that white beard a rag for obscene hands To tear?
3473	Well, and the end?
3473	Well, what''s your counsel?
3473	Well,''t was my fault-- one should be accurate-- Jews, said I?
3473	Were my white hairs, my old bones spared for this?
3473	Were you at Susskind''s house?
3473	Were''t not the better part To spare its innocence?
3473	What ailed thee then, O poet mine; What secret misery was thine, Which set a bar''twixt thee and me?
3473	What art thou, O Beauty, that thou shouldst inspire love?
3473	What avail grief and fasting, Where nothing is lasting?
3473	What can I do, the elements''poor slave?
3473	What cravest thou?
3473	What credence lend you to the general rumor Of the river poison?
3473	What do they carry?
3473	What does Prince William?
3473	What dost thou seek?
3473	What germ hast thou saved for the future, O miraculous Husbandman?
3473	What hast thou to regret?
3473	What is any life, even the most rounded and complete, but a fragment and a hint?
3473	What is her tribe to me?
3473	What is it to wanton with a Christ- cursed Jewess, Defy thy father and pollute thy name, And fling to the ordures thine immortal soul?
3473	What is it, father?
3473	What is the pleasure of the day for me, If, in its crucible, I must renew Incessantly the pangs of purifying?
3473	What is thine errand?
3473	What is this?
3473	What learn you of this evil through the State?
3473	What mean these contrary words?
3473	What mummery is this?
3473	What proof hast thou of this?
3473	What record speaks of placid, golden days, Matched each with each as twins?
3473	What redress in Prague For the inhuman murder?
3473	What said you of this pilgrim, Naphtali?
3473	What sets my seething blood aglow, And fills my sense with vague affright?
3473	What shall be said when such as he do pass?
3473	What shall we fear?
3473	What solace hast thou, God, in all thy heavens For such an hour as this?
3473	What stead our prudence or our wisdom?
3473	What''s new?
3473	What''s the matter, man?
3473	What, brother, came not one who prophesied This should betide exactly as it doth?
3473	What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?
3473	When thou dost hold and clasp her hand in thine, Does not the thought of woes that once possessed, Make all the sweeter now her smile divine?
3473	Whence com''st thou?
3473	Whence come these radiant tints, these blended beams?
3473	Whence come you knowing not the high brick wall, Without, blank as my palm, o''the inner side, Muring a palace?
3473	Whence does he come?
3473	Where are the lion- warriors of the Lord?
3473	Where are the signs fulfilled whereby all men Should know the Christ?
3473	Where do you spy one now?
3473	Where flee?
3473	Where has this lovely form reclined till day, While I alone must watch and weep and wait?
3473	Where is he who lingered here, But a little while agone?
3473	Where is our Judas?
3473	Where is our father, Reuben?
3473	Where is the Hebrew''s fatherland?
3473	Where is the friend of reason and of knowledge?
3473	Where is the man who has been tried and found strong and sound?
3473	Where is the promised garden of increase, When like a rose the wilderness should bloom?
3473	Where is the truth and certainty of revelation?"
3473	Where is the wide- winged peace Shielding the lamb within the lion''s den?
3473	Where our five- branched palm?
3473	Where shall God''s servant cower from his doom?
3473	Where shall a man escape men''s cruelty?
3473	Where shall we find a more triumphant vindication and supreme victory of spirit over matter?
3473	Where shall we turn?
3473	Whither shall they turn?
3473	Who and how many of that harmless tribe, Those meek and pious men, have been elected To glut with innocent blood the oppressor''s wrath?
3473	Who are ye, villains?
3473	Who can attest, who prove we ever wrought Or ever did devise the smallest harm, Far less this fiendish crime against the State?
3473	Who can tell what is true, what is false, in a world where fantasy is as real as fact?
3473	Who enters?
3473	Who has told thee this?
3473	Who is this stranger?
3473	Who knows?
3473	Who raps upon my chamber- door?
3473	Who should go free where equal guilt is shared?
3473	Who tells me?
3473	Who tells thee of my son''s love for the Jewess?
3473	Who would divine the Knight of Nordmannstein In the Flagellants''weeds?
3473	Who''d gainsay Authority so clearly stamped divine?
3473	Who''d judge me with this paunch a temperate man, A man of modest means, a man withal Scarce overpast his prime?
3473	Who''s that, the Prince?
3473	Whom shall I send To bear my message to the council?
3473	Why all this vain debate?
3473	Why came they not with thee to massacre, Leaving no agony betwixt the sentence And instant execution?
3473	Why chant''st thou not the praise of wine?
3473	Why curse the pain that made thy soul expand?
3473	Why full of terror, Compassed with error, Trouble thy heart, For thy mortal part?
3473	Why hast thou ne''er Discovered her to Schnetzen?
3473	Why hate experience that enlarged thy scope?
3473	Why should you tremble?
3473	Why should you tremble?
3473	Why shouldst thou languish, With earthly pain?
3473	Why spare the time to warn?
3473	Why throbs my heart so fast, so low?
3473	Why, in this story of keen pain, my friend, Wilt thou refuse naught but a dream to see?
3473	Wilt make Thy princely name a stench in German nostrils?
3473	Wilt thou bear in mind his crime Unto all time?
3473	Wilt thou desert us for whose sake we perish?
3473	Wilt thou still court man''s acclamation, Forgetting what the Lord hath said?
3473	With what high title Please you to qualify it?
3473	Wouldst thou confide the truth to me, And yet those golden days disprove?
3473	Wouldst thou lighten the anguish of Jacob?
3473	Ye are men-- free, upright, honest men, Not hired assassins?
3473	Ye cross the Landgrave-- well?
3473	Ye shrink?
3473	Ye who nurse rancor haply in your hearts, Fear ye we perish unavenged?
3473	Yet who is he who pines apart, Estranged from that maternal heart, Ungraced, unfriended, and forlorn, The butt of scorn?
3473	Yon stir and glitter in the bush?
3473	You saw the day when Henry Schnetzen''s castle Was razed with fire?
3473	You think the Jews Keep such things secret?
3473	You''ll have your jest Now or anon, what matters it?
3473	a weed for lumpish clowns to pluck?
3473	am I like the autumn breeze for you, Which feeds on tears even to the very grave, For whom all grief is but a drop of dew?
3473	are we Jews and are afraid of death?
3473	can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?
3473	canst thou come accurst, And offer to my kiss thy lips''ripe charms?
3473	could glory, gold, Or sated senses lure thy lofty love?
3473	did he not speak Of amulet or talisman?
3473	do dead men rise?
3473	lying In murderous ambush for the Prince of Meissen?
3473	my rose, Sole pure and faithful heart where glows A lingering spark of love for me?
3473	or are his doctrines weak That none obeys him?
3473	or the flame Consume our flesh?
3473	she asks;"What if he come, A cloud, a fire, a whirlwind?"
3473	she says, and why?
3473	speak, where hast thou been this night?
3473	that thy voice should ring like the voices of the bells upon the priestly garments?
3473	was that the vessel splitting?
3473	what is man?
3473	what is man?
3473	what is man?
3473	what is man?
3473	what is man?
3473	what is man?
3473	what is man?
3473	what maid is that?
3473	what woe has chanced?
3473	when wilt thou have done With rod and scourge?
3473	who brings thee here thus late?
3473	who is calling?
3473	who would offer less Heroic wrath and filial zeal to God Than to a murdered father?
3473	will ye teach your betters patience?
3473	will you see this nameless crime Brand the clean earth, blacken the crystal heaven?
3473	with what thick strange fumes Hast thou, o''the sudden, brutalized their sense?
3473	ye would avert your martyred brows From the immortal crowns the angels offer?
2507	A star? 2507 And are n''t they a change to the ditches And tunnels of Poverty Flat?"
2507	And how do I like my position?
2507	And is n''t it nice to have riches, And diamonds and silks, and all that?
2507	And now, in my higher ambition, With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk?
2507	And what do I think of New York?
2507	Are we men?
2507	But what if you make a mistake?
2507	But when won the coming battle, What of profit springs therefrom? 2507 But whence,"I cried,"this masquerade?
2507	But you''re tried and condemned, And skelping''s your doom,And he paused and he hemmed-- But why this resume?
2507	For instance, take some simple word,sez he,"like''separate:''Now who can spell it?"
2507	HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?
2507	Have I ever a message to send?
2507	How fares my boy,--my soldier boy, Of the old Ninth Army Corps? 2507 How fell he?
2507	Is she dead?
2507	Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come?
2507	Lives she yet?
2507	Lives she yet?
2507	Lost a day?
2507	My name? 2507 No sight?
2507	Oh, you ask what that''s for? 2507 SEVENTY- NINE"( MR. INTERVIEWER INTERVIEWED) Know me next time when you see me, wo n''t you, old smarty?
2507	Shall we stand here as idle, and let Asia pour Her barbaric hordes on this civilized shore? 2507 THE BABES IN THE WOODS"( BIG PINE FLAT, 1871)"Something characteristic,"eh?
2507	The FIRST of June? 2507 The Union,"--that was well enough way up to''66; But this"Re- Union,"maybe now it''s mixed with politics?
2507	Then you told her your love?
2507	What happens when signals are wrong or switches misplaced?
2507	What if,''mid the cannons''thunder, Whistling shot and bursting bomb, When my brothers fall around me, Should my heart grow cold and numb?
2507	What, sit by the side of a woman as fair as the sun in the sky, And look somewhere else lest the dazzle flash back from your own to her eye? 2507 Who were they?"
2507	Why are my eyelids so open and wild?
2507	Why, indeed?
2507	Why, oh, why?
2507	Yes; if not rude, When did you make east longitude?
2507	''Twould serve me right if I prattled thus wildly To-- say a sheriff?
2507	A race that is not to the swift, a prize that no merits enforce, But is won by some faineant youth, who shall simply walk over the course?
2507	A something trembled o''er the well, Bright, spherical-- a tear?
2507	AFTER THE ACCIDENT( MOUTH OF THE SHAFT) What I want is my husband, sir,-- And if you''re a man, sir, You''ll give me an answer,-- Where is my Joe?
2507	AVITOR( AN AERIAL RETROSPECT) What was it filled my youthful dreams, In place of Greek or Latin themes, Or beauty''s wild, bewildering beams?
2507	Ah, is it?
2507	Ai n''t I a bad lot, sonny?
2507	Ai n''t I funny?
2507	Ai n''t she a lamb?
2507	All his fond foolish trophies pinned yonder-- a bow from HER hair, A few billets- doux, invitations, and-- what''s this?
2507	Am I not right?
2507	And Billy?
2507	And Echo sez"Where?"
2507	And I asks,"Is this Nation a White Man''s, and is generally things on the square?"
2507	And I gave her four apples that evening, and took her to ride on my sled, And--"What am I telling you this for?"
2507	And I said,"What is written, sweet sister, At the opposite end of the room?"
2507	And I''d know why papa shut the door with a slam, And said something funny that sounded like"jam,"And then"Edith-- where are you?"
2507	And as dumb we lay, till, through Smoke and flame and bitter cry, Hailed the"Serapis:""Have you Struck your colors?"
2507	And is that why?
2507	And likewise what''s gone of the Established Church?
2507	And must thou, foundling, still forego Thy heritage and high ambition, To lie full lowly and full low, Adjusted to thy new condition?
2507	And the question goes round How the thing kem to pass?
2507	And then where''ll you be?
2507	And week from next is Conference.... You said the twelfth of May?
2507	And what did Jones, Lycurgus B., With his known idiosyncrasy?
2507	And what do I call you?
2507	And what if I try your ideal With something, if not quite so fair, at least more en regle and real?
2507	And why?
2507	And you have sailed the Spanish Main, And knew my Jacob?...
2507	And you want to know my name?
2507	And you''ll say that she was a Maltese, and-- what''s that you asked?
2507	And"Wot''s this yer yarn of the Major and you?"
2507	And-- That''s a peart hoss Thet you''ve got,--ain''t it now?
2507	Any complaints to make?
2507	Are there no laws,-- Laws to protect such as we?
2507	Are they misplaced Clasping or shielding some delicate waist?
2507	Are things what they seem?
2507	Are things what they seem?
2507	Are we left in the lurch?
2507	Are you listening?
2507	As a child- like diversion?
2507	BOBBY Do you know why Aunt Jane is always snarling At you and me because we tells a lie, And she do n''t slap that man that called her darling?
2507	BOBBY Do you know why Nurse says it is n''t manners For you and me to ask folks twice for pie, And no one hits that man with two bananas?
2507	BOBBY Do you know why they''ve put us in that back room, Up in the attic, close against the sky, And made believe our nursery''s a cloak- room?
2507	BOBBY She hurt it-- and that''s why; He made it well, the very way that Mamma Does do to I. JOHNNY I feel so sleepy.... Was that Papa kissed us?
2507	Busted hisself in White Pine, and blew out his brains down in''Frisco?
2507	But Melican man He washee him pan On BOTTOM side hillee And catchee-- how can?"
2507	But WHY?
2507	But instead, Who is this leaning forward with glorified head And hands stretched to save?
2507	But when he came, with smile and bow, Maud only blushed, and stammered,"Ha- ow?"
2507	But, however, I read it-- or how could I quote?
2507	Ca n''t a man drop''s glass in yer shop But you must r''ar?
2507	Can this be she of haughty mien, The goddess of the sword and shield?
2507	Cost?
2507	Could it be, Bobby, something that I dropped?
2507	Couldst thou not in grace Have borne with us still longer, and so spare The scorn we see in that proud, placid face?
2507	Dead?
2507	Did I say before That the Fray was a stranger?
2507	Did he preach-- did he pray?
2507	Did you know Briggs of Tuolumne?
2507	Do I wonder and doubt?
2507	Do the souls of the dying ever yearn To some favored spot for the dust''s return, For the homely peace of the family urn?
2507	Do they ever say that to such people as you?
2507	Do you know what that date means?
2507	Do you know why?
2507	Do you know why?
2507	Do you know why?
2507	Do you think that he meant that she kissed him?
2507	Dost thou answer to my kiss?
2507	Dost thou still wonder, and ask why these arms Fill thy soft bosom with tender alarms, Swaying so wickedly?
2507	Eh!--are you mad?
2507	Eh, little rogue?
2507	Eh, what?
2507	Eh, you knew HER?
2507	Eh?
2507	Eh?
2507	Eh?
2507	FURTHER LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES( NYE''S FORD, STANISLAUS, 1870) Do I sleep?
2507	Fifteen year?
2507	For why?
2507	For you see the dern cuss had struck--"Water?"
2507	Had I fired the magazine?
2507	Had angels kind Touched with compassion some weak woman''s breast?
2507	Had she found the Anian passage famed, By lying Maldonado claimed, And sailed through the sixty- fifth degree Direct to the North Atlantic Sea?
2507	Hain''t got no tongue, hey, hev ye?
2507	Has the White Man no country?
2507	Hast lost thy ready skill of tongue and pen?
2507	Have you Ever seen this Australian Emeu?
2507	He called me"daughter,"as he raised his jeweled hand to bless; And then, in thrilling undertones, he asked,"Would I confess?"
2507	He came down to the Ford On the very same day Of that lottery drawed By those sharps at the Bay; And he says to me,"Truthful, how goes it?"
2507	He still comes to confession-- You''d"like to catch him"?
2507	He was that scarred trunk, and she the vine that sweetly Clothed him with life again, and lifted-- SECOND TOURIST Yes; but pray How know you this?
2507	He''s gone, and for what?
2507	Hot work; eh, Colonel, was n''t it?
2507	How dared you get rich-- you great stupid!-- Like papa, and some men that I know, Instead of just trusting to Cupid And to me for your money?
2507	How dared you-- how COULD you?
2507	How did I get in here?
2507	How did she get there?
2507	How do you think the man was dressed?
2507	How old you think, Senor?
2507	How passed the night through thy long waking?"
2507	How''s Thompson?
2507	I have seen danger?
2507	IN THE MISSION GARDEN( 1865) FATHER FELIPE I speak not the English well, but Pachita, She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha?
2507	IN THE TUNNEL Did n''t know Flynn,-- Flynn of Virginia,-- Long as he''s been''yar?
2507	If this be the grace He showeth thee Who art His servant, what may we, Strange to His ways and His commands, Seek at His unforgiving hands?"
2507	In this brand- new hotel, called"The Lily"( I wonder who gave it that name?)
2507	Is it Nye that I doubt?
2507	Is our civilization a failure?
2507	Is our civilization a failure?
2507	Is there naught in the halo of youth but the glow of a passionate race--''Midst the cheers and applause of a crowd-- to the goal of a beautiful face?
2507	JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG"HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?"
2507	JOHNNY Do you know why that man that''s got a cropped head Rubbed it just now as if he felt a fly?
2507	Jim cursed As the fireman, there in the cab with him, Kinder stared in the face of Jim, And says,"What now?"
2507	Keep the ghost of that wife, foully slain, in your view-- And what could you, what should you, what would YOU do?
2507	Kick her?
2507	Know the old ford on the Fork, that nearly got Flanigan''s leaders?
2507	Know you not what fate awaits you, Or to whom the future mates you?
2507	LUKE( IN THE COLORADO PARK, 1873) Wot''s that you''re readin''?--a novel?
2507	Little Red Riding- Hood, when in the street, Why do I press your small hand when we meet?
2507	Look at it; do n''t it look pooty?
2507	Look''ee here, stranger, Whar HEV you been?
2507	Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire; And he who wrought that spell?
2507	MISS BLANCHE SAYS And you are the poet, and so you want Something-- what is it?--a theme, a fancy?
2507	MISS EDITH MAKES ANOTHER FRIEND Oh, you''re the girl lives on the corner?
2507	MORAL You see the point?
2507	Mary Ellen?
2507	Money?
2507	Must thou go When the day And the light Need thee so,-- Needeth all, Heedeth all, That is best?
2507	NATIONAL JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?--No?
2507	Never in jail before, was you, old blatherskite, say?
2507	No, Senor?
2507	No?
2507	No?
2507	No?
2507	No?
2507	No?
2507	No?--just caballero?
2507	Not hidden in the drifted snows, But under ink- drops idly spattered, And leaves ephemeral as those That on thy woodland tomb were scattered?
2507	Nothing more, did I say?
2507	Nothing of that kind, eh?
2507	Nothing of that sort, eh?
2507	Of course the young lady had beaux by the score, All that she wanted,--what girl could ask more?
2507	Oh, why did papa strike pay gravel In drifting on Poverty Flat?
2507	Or an innocent"Jack pot"that-- opened-- was to us ez the jaws of the tomb?
2507	Or had she found the"River of Kings,"Of which De Fonte told such strange things, In sixteen forty?
2507	Or is the Caucasian played out?
2507	Or is the Caucasian played out?
2507	Or is visions about?
2507	Or is visions about?
2507	Or shall I go bid him believe in all womankind''s charm, and forget In the light ringing laugh of the world the rattlesnake''s gay castanet?
2507	Or shall you walk in the garden with Pancha?
2507	P''r''aps Some on you chaps Might know Jim Wild?
2507	PENELOPE( SIMPSON''S BAR, 1858) So you''ve kem''yer agen, And one answer wo n''t do?
2507	PHILOSOPHER Is this true?
2507	PHILOSOPHER Rosa?
2507	POET What?
2507	POET Who?
2507	POET YOU?
2507	Quien sabe?
2507	Rapid to stay?
2507	Really now Did I ever leap like this springald, with Love''s chaplet green on my brow?
2507	Rum?
2507	See that big man who looked up and bowed?
2507	Seest thou these hatchments?
2507	Shall I speak of my first love-- Augusta-- my Lalage?
2507	Shall I tear out a leaf from my heart, from that book that forever is shut On the past?
2507	Shall I tell him first love is a fraud, a weakling that''s strangled in birth, Recalled with perfunctory tears, but lost in unsanctified mirth?
2507	Shall I?
2507	Shall a youth of noble race In affairs of love give place To a Cooke?"
2507	So she asked to know"whar I was hid?"
2507	So you thought of the rusty old cabin, The pines, and the valley below, And heard the North Fork of the Yuba As you stood on the banks of the Po?
2507	Some figure for to- night''s charade, A Watteau shepherdess or maid?"
2507	Speakin''o''gals, d''ye mind that house ez you rise the hill, A mile and a half from White''s, and jist above Mattingly''s mill?
2507	Stay one moment: you''ve heard Of Caldwell, the parson, who once preached the word Down at Springfield?
2507	Still silent, Stranger?
2507	Stop, yes; do you see that chap,-- Him standin''over there, a- hidin''his eyes in his cap?
2507	THE GODDESS CONTRIBUTED TO THE FAIR FOR THE LADIES''PATRIOTIC FUND OF THE PACIFIC"Who comes?"
2507	Tears upon that painted cheek?
2507	Thar is n''t her match in the county; Is thar, old gal,--Chiquita, my darling, my beauty?
2507	Thar''s your way, To the left of yon tree; But-- a-- look h''yur, say?
2507	That little cuss?
2507	That when waltzing she drooped on his breast, and the veins of her eyelids grew dim,''Twas oxygen''s absence she felt, but never the presence of him?
2507	That''s its name; And I reckon that you Are a stranger?
2507	The Station- Master?
2507	The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead- and- gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story; yet Could she think of a sweeter way?
2507	The girl interests you?
2507	The same?
2507	The sentry''s warning cry Rings sharply on the evening air: Who comes?
2507	The younger looked up with a smile:"I sat by her side half an hour-- what else was I doing the while?
2507	Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said,"Can this be?
2507	Then a man of affairs?
2507	Then said Nye to me,"Injins is pizen: But what is his number, eh, James?"
2507	Then why waste your labors, brave hearts and strong men, In tracking a trail to the Copperhead''s den?
2507	Thou who now and then Touched the too credulous ear with pathos, canst not speak?
2507	To yield our tribute, stamped with Caesar''s face, To Caesar, stricken in the market- place?
2507	Twenty years was its age, did you say?
2507	Twenty years?
2507	Twenty?
2507	WHAT THE WOLF REALLY SAID TO LITTLE RED RIDING- HOOD Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair, Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare?
2507	Was I such an ass?
2507	Was ever morn so filled with all things new?
2507	Was he blind?
2507	Was it a trick?
2507	Was it euchre or draw Cut us off in our bloom?
2507	Was it faro, whose law Is uncertain ez doom?
2507	Was it guile, or a dream?
2507	Was it really Augusta?
2507	Was it the trick of a sense o''erwrought With outward watching and inward fret?
2507	Was the victory lost or won?
2507	Well what''ud you give to know?
2507	Well, here''s to us: Eh?
2507	Well, thar-- Good- by-- No more, sir-- I-- Eh?
2507	Well, this yer Jim,-- Did you know him?
2507	Well?
2507	What had they come to see?
2507	What if I told you my own romance?
2507	What if conquest, subjugation, Even greater ills become?"
2507	What made him sigh, and look up to the sky?
2507	What made me launch from attic tall A kitten and a parasol, And watch their bitter, frightful fall?
2507	What makes you star'', You over thar?
2507	What matters?
2507	What might be her cost?
2507	What nerves its hands to strike a deadlier blow And hurl its legions on the rebel foe?
2507	What of the lady?
2507	What recked we then what beasts or men around might lurk or creep?
2507	What stories?
2507	What strange spell Kept her two hundred years so well, Free from decay and mortal taint?
2507	What things?
2507	What was their greeting, the groom and bride, They whom that steel and the years divide?
2507	What would you?
2507	What youthful dreams of high renown Bade me inflate the parson''s gown, That went not up, nor yet came down?
2507	What''s that you say?
2507	What''s that?
2507	What''s that?--a message?
2507	What''s the thing to do?
2507	What''s this?
2507	What''s your name?
2507	What''s your view?
2507	What, no?
2507	What, no?
2507	When he talks of her cheek''s loveliness, Shall I say''twas the air of the room, and was due to carbonic excess?
2507	Where shall we find thy like?
2507	Where was the galleon all this while?
2507	Where, oh, where, shall he begin Who would paint thee, Harlequin?
2507	Who cares?
2507	Who else should know?
2507	Who shall say?
2507	Whom do you shoot?
2507	Whose eye was this beneath that beetling frown?
2507	Why are they all Looking and coming this way?
2507	Why come we here-- last of a scattered fold-- To pour new metal in the broken mould?
2507	Why do n''t you go?
2507	Why do n''t you say suthin, blast you?
2507	Why do they call?
2507	Why doth that lovely lady stare?
2507	Why, I thought you might be diverted Hearing how Jones of Red Rock Range Drawed his"hint to the unconverted,"And saying,"Whar will you have it?"
2507	Why, dern it!--sho!-- No?
2507	Why, when you timidly offered your cheek, Why did I sigh, and why did n''t I speak?
2507	Why?
2507	Will nobody answer the bell?
2507	Will you hear?
2507	Will you not enter?
2507	With his face to the foe, Upholding the flag he bore?
2507	With my luck, Where''s the chance of being stuck?
2507	With scenes so adverse, what mysterious bond Links our fair fortunes to the shores beyond?
2507	Wo n''t you come up to tea?
2507	Wot''s that you got?--tobacco?
2507	Would ye b''lieve it?
2507	Would you-- if your lips was n''t sore?
2507	Wrecked on some lonely coral isle, Burnt by the roving sea- marauders, Or sailing north under secret orders?
2507	YOU do?
2507	Ye noticed Polly,--the baby?
2507	Yet here should stand the blasted pine that marked our farther range; And here-- what''s this?
2507	You did n''t meet Euchre- deck Billy Anywhere on your road to Cairo?
2507	You do not use Snuff?
2507	You do?
2507	You know it?
2507	You know that he''s got the consumption?
2507	You like the wine?
2507	You mean Something milder?
2507	You see that pear- tree?
2507	You smile, O poet, and what do you?
2507	You think it ai n''t true about Ilsey?
2507	You wants to know the rest, my dears?
2507	You were speaking of his daughter?
2507	You wo n''t turn your face this way?
2507	You would crush THEM as well as the robbers,-- Root them out, scatter them?
2507	You would try to ARREST him?
2507	You''d fill my Jack''s place?
2507	You''re no believer?
2507	You, with a warrant?
2507	and it''s"Belle, is it true?"
2507	and the other ones?--Eh?
2507	and-- What did you say?-- Oh, the nevey?
2507	are they not?
2507	do I dream?
2507	do they, eh?
2507	eh?
2507	hath the sea Yielded its dead to humble me?
2507	he tells it to every stranger: Folks about yer say the old man''s my father; What''s your opinion?
2507	how we shall dine?
2507	if I try, you will sit here beside me, And shall not laugh, eh?
2507	it''s true We buried him at Gettysburg: I mind the spot; do you?
2507	let me see; it''s a year now,''most, That I met Jim, East, and says,"How''s your ghost?"
2507	no offense, son,-- You are a soldier?
2507	no sound?"
2507	really?
2507	says Joe Johnson,"and list to this jaw, Without process of warrant or color of law?
2507	shall I shock his conceit?
2507	to Miss Ilsey?
2507	what is the row about?
2507	what is this Lieth there so cold?
2507	what shapes and laughing graces Slipped from its point, when his full heart went out In smiles and courtly phrases?
2507	where''s Sal?
2507	who are YOU, anyhow, goin''round in that sneakin''way?
2507	will he be there?
2507	you not understand?
2507	you saw her?
18909	Ai n''t goin''to see the celebration?
18909	And is mine one?
18909	And so you saw them-- when? 18909 And where are they?
18909	Are you not tired with rolling and never Resting to sleep? 18909 Backward?"
18909	Birds can fly, An''why ca n''t I? 18909 But if some maid with beauty blest, As pure and fair as Heaven can make her, Will share my labor and my rest Till envious Death shall overtake her?
18909	But if some maiden with a heart On me should venture to bestow it, Pray should I act the wiser part To take the treasure or forego it? 18909 But what if, seemingly afraid To bind her fate in Hymen''s fetter, She vow she means to die a maid, In answer to my loving letter?
18909	But why do I talk of Death,-- That phantom of grisly bone? 18909 Could we send him a short message?
18909	Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?
18909	Do you know the Blue- Grass country?
18909	Has some saint gone up to heaven?
18909	How many are you, then,said I,"If they two are in heaven?"
18909	How many? 18909 If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,"the Walrus said,"That they could get it clear?"
18909	Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
18909	Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
18909	Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
18909	Now why weep ye so, good people? 18909 Now, who will buy my apples?"
18909	Oh, he''s a fanatic,the others rejoined,"Dispense with the ambulance?
18909	Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?
18909	Some whisky, rum or gin?
18909	The night is fine,the Walrus said,"Do you admire the view?
18909	Well, well,said he,"explain to me and I''ve no more to say; Can you go anywhere to- morrow and come back from there to- day?"
18909	What does it want?
18909	What if, aweary of the strife That long has lured the dear deceiver, She promise to amend her life, And sin no more; can I believe her? 18909 What if, in spite of her disdain, I find my heart entwined about With Cupid''s dear, delicious chain So closely that I ca n''t get out?
18909	What''s that?
18909	Where did it come from?
18909	Who planted this old apple- tree?
18909	Whom should I marry? 18909 Why do n''t you laugh?
18909	Will you trust me, Katie dear,-- Walk beside me without fear? 18909 You did?
18909	Your name?
18909	_ We Are Seven--A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? 18909 --and I seized the little lad;How can you dare to rob your wife and your little helpless child?"
18909	9''?
18909	A Child''s Thought of God They say that God lives very high; But if you look above the pines You can not see our God; and why?
18909	A funeral?
18909	Ai n''t I always been a pardner to you?
18909	Ai n''t I always been your friend?
18909	Ai n''t he a funny old Raggedy Man?
18909	Ai n''t he the beanin''est Raggedy Man?
18909	Ai n''t nu''h''n but_ rocks_?
18909	Ai n''t you satisfied at all?
18909	All my pennies do n''t I spend In getting nice things for you?
18909	Am I blind or lame?
18909	Am I lazy or crazy?
18909	An''that t''other thing?
18909	An''then that feller looked around An''seed me there, down on the ground, An''--was he mad?
18909	An''w''y fer is you''s little foot tied, Little cat?
18909	And Sis?--has she grown tall?
18909	And is n''t it, my boy or girl, The wisest, bravest plan, Whatever comes, or does n''t come, To do the best you can?
18909	And mother-- does she fade at all?
18909	And now she watches the pathway, As yester eve she had done; But what does she see so strange and black Against the rising sun?
18909	And oft the young lads shouted, when they saw the maid at play:"Ho, good- for- nothing Brier- Rose, how do you do to- day?"
18909	And shall this man dictate to us?
18909	And suppose the world do n''t please you, Nor the way some people do, Do you think the whole creation Will be altered just for you?
18909	And tell me now, what makes thee sing, With voice so loud and free, While I am sad, though I''m a king, Beside the river Dee?"
18909	And the brown thrush keeps singing,"A nest do you see, And five eggs hid by me in the juniper tree?
18909	And what does he say, little girl, little boy?
18909	And what is so rare as a day in June?
18909	And what meaneth that stifled murmur of wonder and amaze?
18909	And what shall_ I_ say, if a wretch should propose?
18909	And when they were alone, the angel said,"Art thou the king?"
18909	And whom bury ye today?
18909	And would n''t it be nicer For you to smile than pout, And so make sunshine in the house When there is none without?
18909	And would n''t it be nobler To keep your temper sweet, And in your heart be thankful You can walk upon your feet?
18909	And would n''t it be pleasanter To treat it as a joke, And say you''re glad"''Twas Dolly''s And not your head that broke"?
18909	And would n''t it be wiser Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest And learn the thing at once?
18909	And your age?"
18909	Any memory of his sermon?
18909	Are n''t we picking up folks just as fast as they fall?
18909	Art thou a mourner?
18909	Art thou afraid?"
18909	Away with a bellow fled the calf, And what was that?
18909	Aye?
18909	Bearing his load on the rough road of life?
18909	Before her stood fair Bregenz, once more her towers arose; What were the friends beside her?
18909	Bob kept askin''for a job, And the Boss, he says:"What kind?"
18909	Boy, whah''s de raisin''I give you?
18909	Brave Adm''r''l, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?
18909	Brave Adm''r''l, speak; what shall I say?"
18909	Bright jewels of the mine?
18909	But here the pitcher twirled again-- was that a rifle shot?
18909	But the treasures-- how to get them?
18909	But vot off dot?
18909	But where was the child delaying?
18909	But who that fought in the big war Such dread sights have not seen?
18909	But why does a sudden tremor seize on them as they gaze?
18909	Cain''t tell w''en dey''s ripe?
18909	Can you hear?"
18909	Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old flotilla lay: Ca n''t you''ear their paddles chunkin''from Rangoon to Mandalay?
18909	Come, haste"?
18909	Did dey pisen you''s tummick inside, Little cat?
18909	Did dey pound you wif bricks, Or wif big nasty sticks, Or abuse you wif kicks, Little cat?
18909	Did he die like a craven, Begging those torturing fiends for his life?
18909	Did it hurt werry bad w''en you died, Little cat?
18909	Did the gosling laugh?
18909	Did you kiss me and call me"Mother"--and hold me to your breast, Or is it one of the taunting dreams that come to mock my rest?
18909	Do n''t I give you lots of cake?
18909	Do n''t ye see I have her with me-- my poor sainted little Belle?''
18909	Do n''t you hear?
18909	Do you not know me?
18909	Do you see her little hand beckoning?
18909	Do you see o''er the gilded cloud mountains Sister''s golden hair streaming out?
18909	Do you think that Katie guessed Half the wisdom she expressed?
18909	Do you think, sir, if you try, You can paint the look of a lie?
18909	Does half my heart lie buried there In Texas, down by the Rio Grande?
18909	Does he see the ruddy wine Shiver in its crystal goblet, or do those grave eyes divine Something sadder yet?
18909	Does he see the waxen bloom Tremble in its vase of silver?
18909	Does no voice within Answer my cry, and say we are akin?"
18909	Does the leetle, chatterin'', sassy wren, No bigger''n my thumb, know more than men?
18909	Dost reel from righteous retribution''s blow?
18909	Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?
18909	En wut you s''posen Brer Bascom, yo''teacher at Sunday school,''Ud say ef he knowed how you''s broke de good Lawd''s Gol''n Rule?
18909	Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said,"What writest thou?"
18909	Firstly?
18909	For angels have golden tresses And eyes like sister''s, blue?
18909	Have I been here long?
18909	Have the loving voice and the Helping Hand brought back my wandering son?
18909	He asks me questions sooch as dese: Who baints mine nose so red?
18909	Here hath been dawning another blue day: Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away?
18909	His brothers had walked but a little way When Jotham to Nathan chanced to say,"What on airth is he up to, hey?"
18909	Ho, ho, pale brother,"said the Wine,"Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?"
18909	How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?
18909	How gan I all dese dings eggsblain To dot schmall Yawcob Strauss?
18909	How many ages in time?
18909	How many days in a week?
18909	How many hours in a day?
18909	How many minutes in an hour?
18909	How many months in a year?
18909	How many seconds in a minute?
18909	How many weeks in a month?
18909	How many years in an age?
18909	I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song?
18909	I do''want no foolin''--you hear me?
18909	I staggered faintly in, Fearing--_what_?
18909	I''ll light on the libbe''ty- pole, an''crow; An''I''ll say to the gawpin''fools below,''What world''s this''ere That I''ve come near?''
18909	If a storm should come and awake the deep What matter?
18909	If by easy work you beat, Who the more will prize you?
18909	If the men_ were_ so wicked, I''ll ask my papa How he dared to propose to my darling mamma; Was he like the rest of them?
18909	In the laugh that rings so gayly through the richly curtained room, Join they all, save one; Why is it?
18909	Is his heaven far to seek for those who drown?"
18909	Is it possible?
18909	Is it worth while that we battle to humble Some poor fellow down into the dust?
18909	Is it worth while that we jeer at each other In blackness of heart that we war to the knife?
18909	Is n''t it true?
18909	Is the pudding done?
18909	Is this a hoax?
18909	Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And pillared the blue firmament with light?
18909	Is you boun''fuh ter be a black villiun?
18909	Is you''s purrin''an''humpin''-up done?
18909	Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep I may launch my all on its tide?
18909	Jest fold our hands an''see the swaller, An''blackbird an''catbird beat us holler?
18909	Maggie, sister''s an angel, Is n''t she?
18909	May I carry, if I will, All your burdens up the hill?"
18909	Men who had fought ten to one ere that day?
18909	Morgan-- Morgan is waiting for me; Oh, what will Morgan say?"
18909	Must we give in,"Says he with a grin,"''T the bluebird an''phoebe Are smarter''n we be?
18909	My labor never flags; And what are its wages?
18909	No?
18909	Not Sunday?
18909	Now ai n''t you ashamed er yo''se''lf sur?
18909	Now if from here to Morrow is a fourteen- hour jump, Can you go to- day to Morrow and come back to- day, you chump?"
18909	Now the smiles are thicker-- wonder what they mean?
18909	Now, Maggie, I''ve something to tell you-- Let me lean up to you close-- Do you see how the sunset has flooded The heavens with yellow and rose?
18909	Now, tell me, Are you guilty of this, or no?"
18909	Now_ my_ hair is n''t golden, My eyes are n''t blue, you see-- Now tell me, Maggie, if I were to die, Could they make an angel of me?
18909	O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, How will the Future reckon with this man?
18909	O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul- quenched?
18909	Oh, let us be married,--too long we have tarried,-- But what shall we do for a ring?"
18909	Oh, w''y did n''t yo wun off and hide, Little cat?
18909	Oh, when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below, Shall fraud and force and iron will Oppress the weak and helpless still?
18909	Or does she seem to pine and fret For me?
18909	Remember the story of Elihu Burritt, An''how he clum up to the top, Got all the knowledge''at he ever had Down in a blacksmithing shop?
18909	Rouse thee from thy spell; Art thou a sinner?
18909	Said I,"I guess you know it all, but kindly let me say, How can I go to Morrow, if I leave the town to- day?"
18909	Said I,"I want to go to Morrow; can I go to- day And get to Morrow by to- night, if there is no delay?"
18909	Said I,"My boy, it seems to me you''re talking through your hat, Is there a town named Morrow on your line?
18909	Say, stummick, what''s the matter, You had to go an''ache?
18909	Say, what''s the matter with you?
18909	Secondly?
18909	Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean- side?
18909	Shall I tell you where and when?
18909	Shall he?
18909	Shall not the roaring waters their headlong gallop check?
18909	Shall she let it ring?
18909	Shall we be trotting home again?"
18909	Should it be A dashing damsel, gay and pert, A pattern of inconstancy; Or selfish, mercenary flirt?
18909	Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?
18909	So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure?
18909	So she resolutely walked up to the wagon old and red--"May I have a dozen apples for a kiss?"
18909	Suppose that some boys have a horse, And some a coach and pair, Will it tire you less while walking To say,"It is n''t fair"?
18909	Suppose you''re dressed for walking, And the rain comes pouring down, Will it clear off any sooner Because you scold and frown?
18909	Suppose your task, my little man, Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to sit and fret?
18909	Suppose, my dear, I take my knife, And cut the rope to save my life?"
18909	THEN DID HE BLENCH?
18909	Tell me dat, Did dey holler at all when you cwied?
18909	Tell me, darling, will you be The wife of Bobby Shaftoe?"
18909	That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o''er land and sea-- And wouldst thou hew it down?
18909	The Baby Where did you come from, baby dear?
18909	The Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock In fourteen ninety- two, An''the Indians standin''on the dock Asked,"What are you goin''to do?"
18909	The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung:"Shall I take them away?"
18909	The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow: Said the child,"May I gather thy berries now?"
18909	The Wind, he took to his revels once more; On down In town, Like a merry- mad clown, He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar,"What''s that?"
18909	The church, a phantom, vanished soon; What saw the teacher then?
18909	The old man-- is he hearty yet?
18909	The weather was bitter cold, The young ones cried and shivered--( Little Johnny''s but four years old)-- So what was I to do, sir?
18909	Then I felt myself pulled once again, and my hand caught tight hold of a dress, And I heard,"What''s the matter, dear Jim?
18909	Then said,"Who art thou, and why com''st thou here?"
18909	Then why should I sit in the scorner''s seat, Or hurl the cynic''s ban?
18909	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there Away from their childhood''s land?
18909	There, do n''t hold my hands, Maggie, I do n''t feel like tearing it now; But-- where was I in my story?
18909	They scrape away a little snow; What''s this?
18909	Tom was only a moderate drinker; ah, sir, do you bear in mind How the plodding tortoise in the race left the leaping hare behind?
18909	Und vhere der plaze goes vrom der lamp Vene''er der glim I douse?
18909	Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,"Father, who makes it snow?"
18909	W''y is dat?
18909	Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
18909	Was that thunder?
18909	Was there a man dismay''d?
18909	Was there a soldier who carried the Seven Flinched like a coward or fled from the strife?
18909	We shall be so kind in the after while, But what have we been to- day?
18909	We shall bring to each lonely life a smile, But what have we brought to- day?
18909	We shall give out gold in princely sum, But what did we give to- day?
18909	What ails you, Hal?
18909	What does little baby say In her bed at peep of day?
18909	What fields, or waves, or mountains?
18909	What is the use of heapin''on me a pauper''s shame?
18909	What love of thine own kind?
18909	What means this great commotion?
18909	What means this stir in Rome?
18909	What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?
18909	What plant we in this apple- tree?
18909	What plant we in this apple- tree?
18909	What plant we in this apple- tree?
18909	What recked he?
18909	What recked those who followed?
18909	What shall the tasks of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears Of those who live when length of years Is wasting this apple- tree?
18909	What shapes of sky or plain?
18909	What sought they thus afar?
18909	What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
18909	What thou art we know not; What is most like thee?
18909	What was done?
18909	What whistle''s that, yelling so shrill?
18909	What''s he got on?
18909	What?
18909	When can their glory fade?
18909	When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept, for fear that I should die?
18909	When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet lullaby And rocked me that I should not cry?
18909	When the sun goes down with a flaming ray And the dear friends have to part?
18909	When you were home, old comrade, say, Did you see any of our folks?
18909	Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom''s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom''s banner streaming o''er us?
18909	Where now the solemn shade, Verdure and gloom where many branches meet; So grateful, when the noon of summer made The valleys sick with heat?
18909	Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?
18909	Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
18909	Who has seen the wind?
18909	Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be?
18909	Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
18909	Who knows?
18909	Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
18909	Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
18909	Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the part to make it well?
18909	Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping in my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed?
18909	Who talks of scheme and plan?
18909	Who taught my infant lips to pray, To love God''s holy word and day, And walk in wisdom''s pleasant way?
18909	Who vos it cuts dot schmoodth blace oudt Vrom der hair ubon mine he d?
18909	Who won the war?
18909	Who won the war?
18909	Who won the war?
18909	Who won the war?
18909	Who won the war?
18909	Who won the war?
18909	Who''s to blame?"
18909	Who, Harry?
18909	Who?
18909	Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
18909	Whose heart hath ne''er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand?
18909	Whose the fault then?
18909	Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
18909	Why ai n''t you a friend o''mine?
18909	Why do n''t you tell me like a man: What is the matter with our folks?"
18909	Why do yonder sorrowing maidens scatter flowers along the way?
18909	Why is the Forum crowded?
18909	Why look so pale and so sad, as for ever Wishing to weep?"
18909	Why should people of sense stop to put up a fence, While the ambulance works in the valley?"
18909	Why, sir, you''re crying as hard as I; what-- is it really done?
18909	Why, what''s the mattter, friend?
18909	Will he dare it, the hero undaunted, that terrible, sickening height, Or will the hot blood of his courage freeze in his veins at the sight?
18909	Will he fall?
18909	Wu''dat you got under dat box?
18909	Wut you say?
18909	Yet through that summer morning I lingered near the spot: Oh, why do things seem sweeter if we possess them not?
18909	You Moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face?
18909	You say,"Oh, yes"; you think so?
18909	Your feet were bleeding as You walked our pavements-- How did we miss Your footprints on our pavements?-- Can there be other folk as blind as we?
18909	_ A soft hand stroked it as I went by._ What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
18909	_ Alfred, Lord Tennyson._ The Tree The Tree''s early leaf buds were bursting their brown;"Shall I take them away?"
18909	_ Alice Cary._ The Wind Who has seen the wind?
18909	_ Alice Cary._ Who Won the War?
18909	_ Alice Gary._ Little Birdie What does little birdie say, In her nest at peep of day?
18909	_ Charles F. Adams._ To- day We shall do so much in the years to come, But what have we done to- day?
18909	_ Charles Wolfe._ How Many Seconds in a Minute?
18909	_ Christina G. Rossetti._ To- day Here hath been dawning another blue day: Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away?
18909	_ Edwin Markham._ Poorhouse Nan Did you say you wished to see me, sir?
18909	_ Fannie Windsor._ What is Good"What is the real good?"
18909	_ Felicia Hemans._ Bobby Shaftoe"Marie, will you marry me?
18909	_ Frederick Whitttaker._ A Boy and His Stomach What''s the matter, stummick?
18909	_ From the same box as the cherubs''wings._ How did they all just come to be you?
18909	_ Give you a song?_ No, I ca n''t do that, my singing days are past; My voice is cracked, my throat''s worn out, and my lungs are going fast.
18909	_ God spoke, and it came out to hear._ Where did you get those arms and hands?
18909	_ God thought about me, and so I grew._ But how did you come to us, you dear?
18909	_ I found it waiting when I got here._ What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
18909	_ Joseph Bert Smiley._ Is It Worth While?
18909	_ Lord Houghton._ Breathes There the Man With Soul So Dead?
18909	_ Lord Houghton._ Lady Moon"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?"
18909	_ Love made itself into hooks and bands._ Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
18909	_ Marion Short._ The Owl Critic"Who stuffed that white owl?"
18909	_ Out of the everywhere into the here._ Where did you get your eyes so blue?
18909	_ Out of the sky as I came through._ What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
18909	_ Rose Hartwick Thorpe._ Kate Shelly Have you heard how a girl saved the lightning express-- Of Kate Shelly, whose father was killed on the road?
18909	_ Rudyard Kipling._ Whistling in Heaven You''re surprised that I ever should say so?
18909	_ Some of the starry spikes left in._ Where did you get that little tear?
18909	_ Something better than anyone knows._ Whence that three- cornered smile of bliss?
18909	_ Three angels gave me at once a kiss._ Where did you get that pearly ear?
18909	_ William Cullen Bryant._ Character of the Happy Warrior Who is the happy Warrior?
18909	_ William Cullen Bryant._ My Mother Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
18909	_( From"The Lay of the Last Minstrel")_ Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land?
18909	ai n''t it fun to just wade in and help myself?
18909	and where?
18909	der you think dat I''s bline?
18909	do n''t be tazin''me,"said she, With just the faintest sigh,"I''ve sinse enough to see you''ve come, But what''s the reason why?"
18909	do n''t you see it is?
18909	do n''t you see?
18909	do n''t you see?
18909	each pain her hurt and woe?
18909	he shouted, long and loud; And,"Who wants my potatoes?"
18909	how de yeou like flyin''?
18909	oh, my baby-- did-- you-- come All the way-- alone-- my darling-- just to lead-- poor-- papa-- home?''
18909	shall Providence be blamed?"
18909	shouted she;"Why, do you see it?"
18909	so mournful?
18909	the teacher said, Filled with a new surprise;"Shall I behold his name enrolled Among the great and wise?"
18909	was there ever so merry a note?
18909	what ignorance of pain?
18909	what to do?
18909	when shall they all meet again?"
18909	who ever yeered tell er des sich?
18909	why so soon Depart the hues that make thy forests glad; Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon, And leave thee wild and sad?
18909	wot_ do_ they understand?
19469	''Cause dis letter''s doin''to papa, Papa lives with God,''ou know, Mamma sent me for a letter, Does''ou fink''at I tan go?
19469	''Got hurt in a smash- up''? 19469 A what?"
19469	And did she stand With her anchor clutching hold of the sand, For a month, and never stir?
19469	And did the little lawless lad That has made you sick and made you sad, Sail with the_ Gray Swan''s_ crew?
19469	And he has never written line, Nor sent you word, nor made you sign To say he was alive?
19469	And how is this, my little chit?
19469	And how is this?
19469	And is there nothing yet unsaid Before the change appears? 19469 And so your lad is gone?"
19469	And where''s your home?
19469	And who are_ you_?
19469	But if some maid with beauty blest, As pure and fair as Heaven can make her, Will share my labor and my rest Till envious Death shall overtake her? 19469 But if some maiden with a heart On me should venture to bestow it, Pray should I act the wiser part To take the treasure or forgo it?
19469	But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished- for day?
19469	But what if, seemingly afraid To bind her fate in Hymen''s fetter, She vow she means to die a maid, In answer to my loving letter? 19469 But, my good mother, do you know All this was twenty years ago?
19469	Could their ears believe aright?
19469	Dear Father, hast Thou a new leaf for me? 19469 Do you think I will take your bounty, And let you smile and think You''re doing a noble action With the parish''s meat and drink?
19469	I rushed from the room like a madman, And flew to the workhouse gate, Crying''Food for a dying woman?'' 19469 I''se a letter, Mr. Postman; Is there room for any more?
19469	Is it''cause my aunty grieved you?
19469	Is there no hope, no chance of life?
19469	It is very cruel, too,Said little Alice Neal;"I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?"
19469	John Maynard, can you still hold out?
19469	Missus,says I,"if you please, mum, Could I ax you for a rose?
19469	Now, who would cross the Ohio, This dark and stormy water?
19469	Now,said the deacon,"shall we pray?"
19469	Oh, where shall I find a little foot- page That would win both hose and shoon, And will bring to me the Singing Leaves If they grow under the moon?
19469	Our swords may cleave the casques of men, Our blood may stain the sod, But what are human strength and power Without the help of God?
19469	Sprinkled or plunged-- may I ask you, friend, How you attained to life''s great end?
19469	The other day?
19469	Then we dot up, and payed dust as well as we tould, And Dod answered our payers; now was n''t he dood?
19469	Then,said Tommy,"tell me, Jessie, how can I the Saviour love, When I''m down in this''ere cellar, and He''s up in heaven above?"
19469	Two?
19469	Wal-- no-- I come dasignin''--"To see my Ma?
19469	Well, why tant we pray dest as mamma did then, And ask Him to send him with presents aden?
19469	What if, in spite of her disdain, I find my heart entwined about With Cupid''s dear, delicious chain So closely that I ca n''t get out? 19469 What strength or power,"the statesman cried,"Could such a judgement bring?
19469	What? 19469 Where is the Earl of Holderness?"
19469	Which shall it be? 19469 Whom should I marry?
19469	Yer can see me, ca n''t yer, Jesus? 19469 You want to see my Pa, I s''pose?"
19469	''Twas lots of work, you think?
19469	''Twas well she died before-- Do you know If the happy spirits in heaven can see The ruin and wretchedness here below?
19469	''tis a pretty sum; I wish I had as much at home: I''d like to know, as I''m a sinner, What lucky fellow is the winner?"
19469	--"Miserable man, You''re mad as the sea,--you rave,-- What have I to forgive?"
19469	101 Who comes dancing over the snow 153 Who dat knockin''at de do''?
19469	174 Han''some, stranger?
19469	92 What flower is this that greets the morn 85 What makes the dog''s nose always cold?
19469	Aftah all de pains I''s took, Cain''t you tell me how I look?
19469	After the journey is over What is the use of them; how Can they carry them who must be carried?
19469	Ai n''t them high?
19469	An''leave the foe to welter where their blood had made a pool; But how can I git famous?
19469	And after him, with his MSS., Came Wesley, the pattern of godliness, But he cried,"Dear me, what shall I do?
19469	And did he marry her, you ask?
19469	And didst thou visit him no more?
19469	And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in their waves of light?
19469	And hop''st thou hence unscathed to go?
19469	And shall I fear to own His cause?"
19469	And sin no more; can I believe her?
19469	And so anxiously he asked her,"Is there really such a place?"
19469	And though you be done to the death, what then?
19469	And what are the names of the Fortunate Isles?
19469	And what is so huge as the aim of it?
19469	And who will cheer my bonny bride, If yet they shall arrest me?"
19469	And would you, who hear this simple tale, Pray for the poor, and praying,"prevail"?
19469	Apples?
19469	Are You Here?
19469	Are You Here?
19469	Are n''t we, Roger?
19469	Are the ninety and nine, All so safe and so fine, Not enough for the shepherd to keep?"
19469	Are you cutting out all that is mean?
19469	Are you easing the load Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road?
19469	Are you finding your work a delight?
19469	Are you going straight At a hustling gait?
19469	Are you hoeing your row neat and clean?
19469	Better?
19469	Black yer boots, sir?
19469	Brininstool._ Which Shall It Be?
19469	But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand,"Is n''t God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?"
19469	But there came to the Crumpetty Tree Mr. and Mrs. Canary; And they said,"Did ever you see Any spot so charmingly airy?
19469	But where is he, that helmsman bold?
19469	But who shall dare To measure loss and gain in this wise?
19469	Cain''t you talk?
19469	Can such a feeble child as this Do aught for thee, O King?
19469	Canst thou not feel My warm blood o''er thy heart congeal?
19469	Clever?
19469	Come and fetch me, wo n''t yer, Jesus?
19469	Deep distress and hesitation Mingled with his adoration; Should he go, or should he stay?
19469	Did they save us?
19469	Did they thus affront their Lord?
19469	Did you tackle the trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful?
19469	Do n''t you have no fear; Heaven was made fur such as you is-- Joe, wot makes you look so queer?
19469	Do n''t you know, come Thu''sday night, She gwine ma''y Lucius White?
19469	Do n''t you take no int''rest?
19469	Do not let the seeker Bow before his God alone; Why should not your brother share The strength of"two or three"in prayer?
19469	Do not let the singer Wait deserved praises long; Why should one that thrills your heart Lack that joy it may impart?
19469	Do you cut out the weeds as you ought to do?
19469	Do you hoe it fair?
19469	Do you hoe it square?
19469	Do you hoe it the best that you know?
19469	Do you murmur a prayer, my brothers, when cozy and safe in bed, For men like these, who are ready to die for a wreck off Mumbles Head?
19469	Do you plant what is beautiful there?
19469	Do you whistle and sing as you toil along?
19469	Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and made thee feed By the stream and o''er the mead?
19469	Dost thou know who made thee?
19469	Dost thou not know that what is best In this too restless world is rest From overwork and worry?
19469	Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
19469	Flowers in heaven?
19469	Flowers, Joe-- I know''d you''d like''em-- Ai n''t them scrumptious?
19469	Foley._ The Gray Swan"Oh tell me, sailor, tell me true, Is my little lad, my Elihu, A- sailing with your ship?"
19469	For the harvest, you know, Will be just what you sow; Are you working it on the square?
19469	For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks?
19469	Gave thee clothing of delight,-- Softest clothing, woolly, bright?
19469	Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice?
19469	Had he sent His angel down?
19469	Had then God heard her?
19469	He called aloud:"Say, father, say If yet my task is done?"
19469	He looked up at the blue sky above Then at the men near by; Had_ they_ no little boys at home, That they could let him die?
19469	He said with trembling lip,--"What little lad?
19469	He''s thirsty, too-- see him nod his head?
19469	His bright blue eyes glanced fearless round, His step was firm and light; What was it underneath his plaid His little hands grasped tight?
19469	His sleepless vision dim?
19469	Hope ye mercy still?
19469	How can I look-- his father-- on that which there mangled lies?
19469	How could I know it was Thee?"
19469	How could angels bear the sight?
19469	How''s the world a- usin''you?"
19469	I wonder, has he such a lumpish, leaden, Aching thing, in place of a heart?
19469	In which class are you?
19469	Is he clothed in rags?
19469	Is it amusing?
19469	Is it because I am nobody''s child?
19469	Is it perhaps some foolish freak Of thine, to put the words I speak Into a plaintive ditty?
19469	Is there a way to forget to think?
19469	It is n''t the fact that you''re licked that counts; It''s how did you fight-- and why?
19469	Laffin''at you ai n''t no harm-- Go''way, dahky, whah''s yo''arm?
19469	Likewise, there folks do n''t git hungry: So good people, w''en they dies, Finds themselves well fixed forever-- Joe my boy, wot ails yer eyes?
19469	List, what do they say?
19469	Little lamb, who made thee?
19469	Lost?
19469	May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?"
19469	May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
19469	Morning papers?"
19469	Must He dwell with brutal creatures?
19469	My home?
19469	Never see the country, did you?
19469	No failure you have need to fear, Except to fail to do your best-- What have you done, what can you do?
19469	Not one was left for the old lady''s food Of those potatoes; And she sighed and said,"What shall I do?
19469	Now, sence I''ve told you my story, do you wonder I''m tired of life?
19469	Oh, my God, can Joe be dead?
19469	Oh, the paupers are meek and lowly With their"Thank''ee kindly, mum''s"; So long as they fill their stomachs, What matter whence it comes?
19469	Oh, what is so fierce as the flame of it?
19469	One day I was pickin''currants down by the old quince tree, When I heerd Jake''s voice a- sayin'',"Be ye willin''ter marry me?"
19469	Or are you a leaner, who lets others share Your portion of labor, and worry and care?
19469	Or hide year face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful?
19469	Or think it strange I often wish I warn''t an inventor''s wife?
19469	Papers, mister?
19469	Prithee hasten, Uncle Jared, what''s the bullet in my breast To that murderous storm of fire raining tortures on the rest?
19469	Rags is but a cotton roll Jest for wrappin''up a soul; An''a soul is worth a true Hale and hearty"How d''ye do?"
19469	Said the King to his daughters three;"For I to Vanity Fair am boun, Now say what shall they be?"
19469	Say"Hullo"and"How d''ye do?
19469	Say, are you killing the weeds, my boy?
19469	Say, how are you hoeing your row?
19469	Say, now, was you mad fu''true W''en I kin''o''laughed at you?
19469	See you not the Weaver leaving Finished work behind, in weaving?
19469	Shall I tell you where and when?
19469	Shall we always be youthful and laughing and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away?
19469	Shall we even curse the madness Which for"ends of State"Dooms us to the long, long sadness Of this human hate?
19469	She lisped out,"Who is me?
19469	Should a brother workman dear Falter for a word of cheer?
19469	Should he leave the poor to wait Hungry at the convent gate, Till the vision passed away?
19469	Should he slight his radiant guest, Slight this visitant celestial For a crowd of ragged, bestial Beggars at the convent gate?
19469	Should it be A dashing damsel, gay and pert, A pattern of inconstancy; Or selfish, mercenary flirt?
19469	Should we help where now we hinder, Should we pity where we blame?
19469	Smellin''of''em''s made you happy?
19469	So why mark me at twenty- nine, And him at sixty- three?
19469	Somebody''s hand hath rested there-- Was it a mother''s, soft and white?
19469	Sometimes maybe Ma comes to the stairs And hollers up,"Boys, have you said your prayers?"
19469	Struck with palsy, sere and old, Waiting at the gates of gold, Spake he with his dying breath:"Life is done, but what is death?"
19469	Such spreading of rootlets far and wide, Such whispering to and fro; And,"Are you ready?"
19469	Tan''t I wite a letter too?"
19469	Tears, my boy?
19469	That fellow''s the"Speaker"--the one on the right;"Mr. Mayor,"my young one, how are you to- night?
19469	That flowered patch?
19469	The Colonel''s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle- end,"Ye have taken the one from a foe,"said he;"will ye take the mate from a friend?"
19469	The Fortunate Isles You sail and you seek for the Fortunate Isles, The old Greek Isles of the yellow bird''s song?
19469	The bards crown the heroes and children rehearse The songs that give heroes to story, And what say the bards to the children?
19469	The guardians gazed in horror, The master''s face went white:"Did a pauper refuse their pudding?"
19469	The sailor''s eyes were dim with dew,--"Your little lad, your Elihu?"
19469	The same fond mother bent at night O''er each fair sleeping brow; She had each folded flower in sight-- Where are those dreamers now?
19469	The soldier bent his head, Then, glancing round, with smiling lips,"You''ll join with me?"
19469	The sturdy trooper straight repeated,"When all the village cheers us on, That you, in tears, apart are seated?
19469	The voice, the glance, the heart I sought-- give answer, where are they?
19469	The world''s monument stands the Potomac beside, And what says the shaft to the river?
19469	Then it''s Tommy this, an''Tommy that, an''"Tommy,''ow''s yer soul?"
19469	Then sweetly rose the singer''s voice Amid unwonted calm:"Am I a soldier of the Cross, A follower of the Lamb?
19469	Then the clothesline, can she get it?
19469	Then the cry fell to a moan, Which was changed a moment later to another frenzied tone:"Black yer boots, sir?
19469	Then up and spoke the Colonel''s son that led a troop of the Guides:"Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?"
19469	Then we stopt; the sun wuz shinin''; I ran back along the ridge An''I found her-- dead?
19469	There''s Tom, an''Tibby, An''Dad, an''Mam, an''Mam''s cat, None on''em earning money-- What do you think of that?
19469	Think ye I have made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor?
19469	Think ye my noble father''s glaive Would drink the life- blood of a slave?
19469	Think ye the Eternal Ear is deaf?
19469	Think ye the soul''s blood may not cry from that far land to Him?
19469	Those plaids?
19469	Too sleepy for sayin''de prayer tonight?
19469	Tut, man, what would you have?"
19469	Up from the ground he sprang and gazed, but who could paint that gaze?
19469	Useless?
19469	Was it fancy that brought it to me?
19469	Was it snowing I spoke of?
19469	Was n''t you a awful sight, Havin''me to baig you so?
19469	Was there a God in the skies?
19469	Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford To receive the heavenly stranger?
19469	We''ll leave it here?
19469	Well, well, what''s that?
19469	Wha''d you come hyeah fu''to- night?
19469	What am I then?
19469	What are a couple of women?
19469	What cares he for the cold If his sheep to the fold He can bring from the dark mountain land?
19469	What danger lowers by land or sea?
19469	What do you care for a beggar''s story?
19469	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
19469	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
19469	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
19469	What good is''rithmetic an''things, exceptin''jest for girls, Er them there Fauntleroys''at wears their hair in pretty curls?
19469	What hand is that, whose icy press Clings to the dead with death''s own grasp, But meets no answering caress?
19469	What little lad, do you say?
19469	What means that cry?
19469	What secret trouble stirs thy breast?
19469	What shall we call them?
19469	What to closed eyes are kind sayings?
19469	What to hushed heart is deep vow?
19469	What vexes your little tin soul?
19469	What voice was that on the wind?
19469	What would you have him do?"
19469	What''s her name?
19469	What''s the mercy despots feel?
19469	What''s this?"
19469	When in the world did the coxswain shirk?
19469	Whence came I here, and how?
19469	Whence came they?
19469	Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
19469	Where is my boy, my darling?
19469	Where is my wife, you traitors-- The poor old wife you slew?
19469	Where shall I send, and to whom shall I go For more potatoes?"
19469	Who Stole the Bird''s Nest?
19469	Who am I, that from the center Of Thy glory Thou shouldst enter This poor cell, my guest to be?
19469	Who says we are more?
19469	Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"
19469	Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"
19469	Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"
19469	Who told me to do my duty?
19469	Why all this fret and flurry?
19469	Why is it, I wonder, I''m nobody''s child?
19469	Why not reform?
19469	Why, do n''t you know?
19469	Will land or gold redeem my son?
19469	Will no one dare For her sweet sake the flaming stair?"
19469	Will ye give it up to slaves?
19469	Will ye look for greener graves?
19469	Will ye to your homes retire?
19469	Will you listen to me?
19469	Will you listen to me?
19469	Will you listen to me?
19469	Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour Thy hurrying, headlong waters o''er This rocky shelf forever?
19469	With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land: O tell us what its name may be,-- Is this the Flower of Liberty?
19469	With the minuet in fashion, Who could fly into a passion?
19469	Without thee what were life?
19469	Witing letters, is''ou, mamma?
19469	Wot''s them fur, Joey?
19469	Would the vision come again?
19469	Would the vision there remain?
19469	Wrung she then the linen cleanly, bandaged up the wound again Ere the still eyes opened slowly; white lips murmuring,"Am I sane?"
19469	Yes, we''re boys-- always playing with tongue or with pen; And I sometimes have asked, Shall we ever be men?
19469	You are beaten to earth?
19469	You hear that boy laughing?
19469	You''eathen, where the mischief''ave you been?
19469	Your lineage matters not at all, Nor counts one whit your gold or gear, What can you do to show the world The reason for your being here?
19469	_ Beers_ 101 Who Stole the Bird''s Nest?
19469	_ Carrie Shaw Rice._ The Boy With the Hoe How are you hoeing your row, my boy?
19469	_ Clement Scott._ The Fireman''s Story"''A frightful face''?
19469	_ Edward Lear._ The Singing Leaves I"What fairings will ye that I bring?"
19469	_ Felicia D. Hemans._ The Boys Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
19469	_ Helen L. Smith_ The New Year Who comes dancing over the snow, His soft little feet all bare and rosy?
19469	_ I have never refused you before?_ Let that pass, For I''ve drank my last glass, boys, I have drank my last glass.
19469	_ John G. Whittier._ The Flower of Liberty What flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born?
19469	_ John Pierpont._ Mad River IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS_ Traveler_ Why dost thou wildly rush and roar, Mad River, O Mad River?
19469	_ Oliver Wendell Holmes._ The Lamb Little lamb, who made thee?
19469	_ Ought n''t to live so?_ Why, Mister, What''s a feller to do?
19469	_ Ought n''t to live so?_ Why, Mister, What''s a feller to do?
19469	_ Phoebe Cary._ How Did You Die?
19469	_ Rudyard Kipling._ Encouragement Who dat knockin''at de do''?
19469	_ Sarah Doudney._ Why the Dog''s Nose Is Always Cold What makes the dog''s nose always cold?
19469	_ Sir Walter Scott._ The Engineer''s Story Han''som, stranger?
19469	_ The River_ What wouldst thou in these mountains seek, O stranger from the city?
19469	_ The preachin''_?
19469	_ William Shakespeare._ The Newsboy Want any papers, Mister?
19469	an''"How d''ye do?"
19469	and tell me what is this?
19469	and will ye quail?
19469	are you here?
19469	are you here?
19469	are you here?
19469	as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in Thee is lost:-- What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee?
19469	boots or papers, which will I be over there?
19469	can such things be?
19469	cried the crow;"I should like to know What thief took away A bird''s nest to- day?"
19469	he gruffly said, A moment pausing to regard her;--"Why weepest thou, my little chit?"
19469	how Tommy''s eyes did glisten as he drank in every word As it fell from"Singing Jessie"--was it true, what he had heard?
19469	if''twas wrong, the wrong is mine; Besides, he may be in the brine, And could he write from the grave?
19469	is it true My little lad, My Elihu?
19469	is it you?
19469	is it you?
19469	little evergreens 203 Home they brought her warrior dead 74 How are you hoeing your row, my boy?
19469	must I stay?"
19469	not Nick Van Stann again?
19469	or were there God''s lips behind?
19469	our wayward son, Turbulent, reckless, idle one,-- Could_ he_ be spared?
19469	silent still?
19469	silent yet?
19469	sir, he was good, and they say he died brave-- Why, why, did you pass by my dear papa''s grave?
19469	so marvelously Constructed and conceived?
19469	start ye back?
19469	straight he saith,"Where is my wife, Elizabeth?"
19469	the lark at heaven''s gate sings 111 Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
19469	the sailor''s eyes Stood open with a great surprise,--"The other day?
19469	the_ Swan?_"His heart began in his throat to rise.
19469	what could I do?-- Up to God''s ear that moment a wild, fierce question flew--"What shall I do, O Heaven?"
19469	what shall I do when the night comes down In its terrible blackness all over the town?
19469	what shall we do to slake their quenchless thirst?
19469	what ship?"
19469	what would the world be to us If the children were no more?
19469	where was he?
19469	which shall it be?"
19469	which shall it be?"
19469	who caused your proud heart to relent, And the hasty word spoken so soon to repent?
19469	why does the wind blow upon me so wild?
19469	why is it so hard for Man to wait?
19469	you find it strange?
8388	( Is it night?
8388	( said the boy''s soul,) Is it indeed toward your mate you sing?
8388	2. Who is he that would become my follower?
8388	A man is a summons and challenge;( It is vain to skulk-- Do you hear that mocking and laughter?
8388	A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother; How should the young man know the whether and when of his brother?
8388	Accouchez!_ Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there?
8388	All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white or grey stone?
8388	All hold spiritual joys, and afterwards loosen them: How can the real body ever die, and be buried?
8388	All waits for the right voices; Where is the practised and perfect organ?
8388	And I have dreamed that the satisfaction is not so much changed, and that there is no life without satisfaction; What is the earth?
8388	And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
8388	And what does it say to me all the while?
8388	And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
8388	And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls, To adorn the burial- house of him I love?
8388	And who but I should be the poet of comrades?
8388	And who but I should be the poet of comrades?
8388	Are all nations communing?
8388	Are its disposals without ignominious distinctions?
8388	Are there some of us to droop and die?
8388	Are they not continually putting distempered corpses in you?
8388	Are those billions of men really gone?
8388	Are those really Congressmen?
8388	Are those the great Judges?
8388	Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone?
8388	Are we here alone?)
8388	Are you retreating?
8388	Are you so earnest-- so given up to literature, science, art, amours?
8388	But there is one thing that belongs here-- shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?
8388	Ca n''t you stand it?
8388	Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking- glass?
8388	Come, my tan- faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols?
8388	Could I wish humanity different?
8388	Could I wish the people made of wood and stone?
8388	Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
8388	Daughter of the lands, did you wait for your poet?
8388	Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves?
8388	Did we think victory great?
8388	Did you guess any of them lived only its moment?
8388	Did you suppose there could be only one Supreme?
8388	Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?
8388	Do the corpulent sleepers sleep?
8388	Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
8388	Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?
8388	Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied, over there beyond the seas?
8388	Do you enjoy yourself in the city?
8388	Do you hear the ironical echoes?)
8388	Do you know that Old Age may come after you, with equal grace, force, fascination?
8388	Do you mistake your crutches for firelocks, and level them?
8388	Do you suspect death?
8388	Do you think the great city endures?
8388	Does all sit there with you, with the mystic, unseen soul?
8388	Does he feel and make me feel?
8388	Does it improve manners?
8388	Does it live through them?
8388	Does it solve readily with the sweet milk of the breasts of the mother of many children?
8388	Does it still hold on untired?
8388	Does the ague convulse your limbs?
8388	Does the young man think often of him?
8388	Does this acknowledge liberty with audible and absolute acknowledgment, and set slavery at nought, for life and death?
8388	Does this answer?
8388	Father, what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?
8388	Great is the Earth, and the way it became what it is: Do you imagine it has stopped at this?
8388	Great is the English brood-- what brood has so vast a destiny as the English?
8388	Great is the English speech-- what speech is so great as the English?
8388	Has any one fancied he could sit at last under some due authority, and rest satisfied with explanations, and realise and be content and full?
8388	Has it too the old, ever- fresh forbearance and impartiality?
8388	Has the night descended?
8388	Have I forgotten any part?
8388	Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best womanhood?
8388	Have the elder races halted?
8388	Have the marches of tens and hundreds and thousands of years made willing detours to the right hand and the left hand for his sake?
8388	Have you dreaded these earth- beetles?
8388	Have you feared the future would be nothing to you?
8388	Have you guessed you yourself would not continue?
8388	Have you pleasure from looking at the sky?
8388	Have you reckoned the landscape took substance and form that it might be painted in a picture?
8388	Have you reckoned them for a trade, or farm- work?
8388	He says indifferently and alike,"_ How are you, friend_?"
8388	How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States?
8388	How can you be alive, you growths of spring?
8388	How can you furnish health, you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain?
8388	I utter and utter: I speak not; yet, if you hear me not, of what avail am I to you?
8388	If I were to suspect death, I should die now: Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well- suited toward annihilation?
8388	If they had not reference to you in especial, what were they then?
8388	In the name of these States, shall I scorn the antique?
8388	Is he American?
8388	Is he beloved long and long after he is buried?
8388	Is he new?
8388	Is he rousing?
8388	Is it for the ever- growing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well united, proud beyond the old models, generous beyond all models?
8388	Is it for the nursing of the young of the republic?
8388	Is it not, on the contrary, true, if not absolutely, yet with a most genuine and substantial approximation?
8388	Is it something grown fresh out of the fields, or drawn from the sea, for use to me, to- day, here?
8388	Is it through you?
8388	Is it uniform with my country?
8388	Is it wonderful that I should be immortal?
8388	Is it you that thought the President greater than you?
8388	Is it you then that thought yourself less?
8388	Is not every continent worked over and over with sour dead?
8388	Is reform needed?
8388	Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?
8388	Is that the President?
8388	Is the beginningless past nothing?
8388	Is the house shut?
8388	Is the master away?
8388	Is there a single final farewell?
8388	Is this hour with the living too dead for you?
8388	Is to- day nothing?
8388	Let the questions rather be-- Is he powerful?
8388	Men and women crowding fast in the streets-- if they are not flashes and specks, what are they?
8388	Must I leave thee there in the door- yard, blooming, returning with spring?
8388	Must I leave thee, lilac with heart- shaped leaves?
8388	Must not Nature be persuaded many times?
8388	Must we barely arrive at this beginning of me?...
8388	No sleepers must sleep in those beds; No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- Would they continue?
8388	O how can the ground not sicken?
8388	O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
8388	O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
8388	O what is my destination?
8388	O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
8388	Old age, alarmed, uncertain-- A young woman''s voice, appealing to me for comfort; A young man''s voice,"_ Shall I not escape_?"
8388	Old institutions-- these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and the practice handed along in manufactures-- will we rate them so high?
8388	Or a teeming manufacturing state?
8388	Or by an agreement on a paper?
8388	Or hotels of granite and iron?
8388	Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung?
8388	Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or agriculture itself?
8388	Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?
8388	Or the attraction of gravity, and the great laws and harmonious combinations, and the fluids of the air, as subjects for the savans?
8388	Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and charts?
8388	Or the rich better off than you?
8388	Or the splendour of the night that envelops me?
8388	Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy names?
8388	Or to achieve yourself a position?
8388	Or with your mother and sisters?
8388	Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets: Are beds prepared, for sleepers at night in the houses?
8388	Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long- accrued retribution?
8388	Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately buzzing?
8388	The battle- ship, perfect- modelled, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to- day under full sail?
8388	The splendours of the past day?
8388	Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
8388	Then to the second I step-- And who are you, my child and darling?
8388	These ostensible realities, politics, points?
8388	Think of manhood, and you to be a man; Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood, nothing?
8388	Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman; The creation is womanhood; Have I not said that womanhood involves all?
8388	This is unfinished business with me-- How is it with you?
8388	Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations; Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat?
8388	To bear-- to better; lacking these, of what avail am I?
8388	To think there will still be farms, profits, crops-- yet for you, of what avail?
8388	Was somebody asking to see the Soul?
8388	Was that your best?
8388	Was the road of late so toilsome?
8388	Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds?
8388	We understand, then, do we not?
8388	Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman, what would it amount to?
8388	Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that satisfy you?
8388	Were all educations, practical and ornamental, well displayed out of me, what would it amount to?
8388	Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while unknown, for you, for reasons?
8388	Were the children straying westward so long?
8388	Were the idea untrue, it would still be a glorious dream, which a man of genius might be content to live in and die for: but is it untrue?
8388	Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?
8388	Were those your vast and solid?
8388	Were you looking to be held together by the lawyers?
8388	Were you thinking that those were the words-- those delicious sounds out of your friends''mouths?
8388	Were you thinking that those were the words-- those upright lines?
8388	What I promised without mentioning it have you not accepted?
8388	What are the mountains called that rise so high in the mists?
8388	What are you doing, young man?
8388	What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute- books, now?
8388	What can it do now?
8388	What climes?
8388	What do you hear, Walt Whitman?
8388	What do you need, Camerado?
8388	What do you see, Walt Whitman?
8388	What do you seek, so pensive and silent?
8388	What do you think endures?
8388	What is all this chattering of bare gums?
8388	What is it, then, between us?
8388	What is marvellous?
8388	What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
8388	What is that little black thing I see there in the white?
8388	What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
8388	What is there more, that I lag and pause, and crouch extended with unshut mouth?
8388	What is your money- making now?
8388	What is your respectability now?
8388	What myriads of dwellings are they, filled with dwellers?
8388	What rivers are these?
8388	What shall I give?
8388	What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouched there on the sand?
8388	What stays with you latest and deepest?
8388	What the push of reading could not start, is started by me personally, is it not?
8388	What the study could not teach-- what the preaching could not accomplish, is accomplished, is it not?
8388	What troubles you, Yankee phantoms?
8388	What waves and soils exuding?
8388	What widens within you, Walt Whitman?
8388	What, to passions I witness around me to- day, was the sea risen?
8388	What, to pavements and homesteads here-- what were those storms of the mountains and sea?
8388	Where are your cavils about the Soul now?
8388	Where are your jibes of being now?
8388	Where have you disposed of their carcasses?
8388	Where is the developed Soul?
8388	Who are the girls?
8388	Who are the infants?
8388	Who are the three old men going slowly with their arms about each others''necks?
8388	Who are they you salute, and that one after another salute you?
8388	Who are they, as bats and night- dogs, askant in the Capitol?
8388	Who are you, my dear comrade?
8388	Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming?
8388	Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you can not see me?
8388	Who knows but I am enjoying this?
8388	Who knows the curious mystery of the eyesight?
8388	Who was to know what should come home to me?
8388	Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
8388	Whom have you slaughtered lately, European headsman?
8388	Whose is that blood upon you, so wet and sticky?
8388	Why myself and all drowsing?
8388	Why, what have you thought of yourself?
8388	Will it help breed one good- shaped man, and a woman to be his perfect and independent mate?
8388	Will the same style, and the direction of genius to similar points, be satisfactory now?
8388	Will the whole come back then?
8388	Will you seek afar off?
8388	Will you squat and stifle there?
8388	With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?
8388	Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
8388	Would the talkers be talking?
8388	Your ambition or business, whatever it may be?
8388	[ 1] Why reclining, interrogating?
8388	_ AUXILIARIES._ WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
8388	_ PARTING FRIENDS._ What think you I take my pen in hand to record?
8388	_ SINGING IN SPRING._ These I, singing in spring, collect for lovers: For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?
8388	_ WHEREFORE?_ O me!
8388	_ WONDERS._ 1. Who learns my lesson complete?
8388	and do the middle- aged and the old think of him?
8388	and the young woman think often of him?
8388	and which are my miracles?
8388	are the acts suitable to them closed?
8388	did we stop discouraged, nodding on our way?
8388	do I not see my love fluttering out there among the breakers?
8388	do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood, complexion, clean and sweet?
8388	do you think it is love?
8388	has the hour come?
8388	have they locked and bolted doors?
8388	have you pleasure from poems?
8388	have you your sharp- edged axes?
8388	how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am?
8388	is it too only halting a while, Till night and sleep pass over?)
8388	is there going to be but one heart to the globe?
8388	is there nothing greater or more?
8388	must all then amount to but this?
8388	of curious panics, Of hard- fought engagements, or sieges tremendous, what deepest remains?"
8388	or a prepared constitution?
8388	or any_ chefs- d''oeuvre_ of engineering, forts, armaments?
8388	or by arms?
8388	or engaged in business?
8388	or for the profits of a store?
8388	or in womanly housework?
8388	or is it mostly to me?
8388	or is it without reference to universal needs?
8388	or old needs of pleasure overlaid by modern science and forms?
8388	or planning a nomination and election?
8388	or sprung of the needs of the less developed society of special ranks?
8388	or the beautiful maternal cares?
8388	or the best- built steamships?
8388	or the educated wiser than you?
8388	or the lines of the arches and cornices?
8388	or to fill a gentleman''s leisure, or a lady''s leisure?
8388	or with your wife and family?
8388	so sad, recurring-- What good amid these, O me, O life?
8388	so wide the tramping?
8388	some playing, some slumbering?
8388	the increase abandoned?
8388	those curves, angles, dots?
8388	what are Body and Soul without satisfaction?
8388	what are you?
8388	what forests and fruits are these?
8388	what is impossible or baseless or vague?
8388	what is unlikely?
8388	what persons and lands are here?
8388	what were God?
8388	who are the married women?
8388	who makes much of a miracle?
8388	would not people laugh at me?
8388	would the singer attempt to sing?
45736	Ah,thought she,"young I am,''tis true, and fair, But shall I find another paradise?"
45736	And is thy fate thus hope- forlorn?
45736	At last,we said,"what more can Time attain?
45736	Beyond,we asked,"what fairer can remain?
45736	Relent?
45736	WHAT MAKES THE WORLD?
45736	Which way he went?
45736	''Neath the trees gold and red In that bright autumn weather, When our white sails were spread O''er the waters we sped- What was it she said?
45736	--But where is the Pompadour, too?
45736	A flower, miss?
45736	A goblin trapped in netted skein, Did bruise his wings with vain essay;"Now who will rend this hempen chain?
45736	A little kiss when no one sees, Where is the impropriety?
45736	A little kiss when no one sees, Where is the impropriety?
45736	A thing to take a"miss"-( You ask me what''s a kiss?)
45736	A whisper, a glance,--''Shall we twirl down the middle?''
45736	Ah, thankee, miss, thank- Down''Ob''n, sir?
45736	Ah, who is that she sees before her, His hand upon his scimitar?
45736	Ah, why do they cheer?
45736	Ah, why do they cheer?
45736	Ah, why do they cheer?
45736	Ah, would her heart have heard my prayer Could she have guessed?
45736	Along the marges of the sky The birds wing homeward from the East: Shall Love come back to me to die?
45736	And Calah built of Tubal- Cain?
45736	And Luxor smooth without a stain, Whose graven scriptures still we spell?
45736	And can so little space contain, Quiet from all his wanderings, The world- demanding Tamburlaine?
45736	And shall we see no buds fresh springing Upon the stalks of last year''s clover?
45736	And she who won, aside to throw Thy love, the promise of thy prime, Doth any seek her name?
45736	And shrink from a patch, or a darn?
45736	And still in boyish rivalry Young Daphnis challenges his mate; Dost thou remember Sicily?
45736	And sweetest nut hath sourest rind?
45736	And then, what will it signify Which way he went?
45736	And what has become of the knee I crossed, And the rod, and the child they would not spare?
45736	And what in the world is the Golden Stair?
45736	And what is a"gentleman,"what is a"player?"
45736	And what will a dozen herring cost When herring are sold at threehalfpence a pair?
45736	And where are the fashions we used to wear?
45736	And where are they who won and wore The empire of the land and main?
45736	And where are they, those maids untold, Thy lighter loves, each one thy foe?
45736	And where has gone the dogwood''s show?
45736	And where the shrines of rapt Bethel?
45736	And who has emptied my hunting flask?
45736	And who is possessed of Stella''s hair?
45736	And who was the Man in the Iron Mask?
45736	And who was the Man in the Iron Mask?
45736	And who was the Man in the Iron Mask?
45736	Are these the skies we used to know, The budding wood, the fresh- blown mead?
45736	Are they all gone where past things be?
45736	Are those twenty years gone to- day?
45736	Are those twenty years gone to- day?
45736	At penny- a- lining make your whack, Or with the mummers mug and gag?
45736	Beneath this delicate rose- gray sky, While sunset bells are faintly ringing, Wouldst thou not be content to die?
45736	But footsteps followed ever near; Ah, who is that she sees before her Beside the fountain crystal clear?
45736	But tell me with what countenance Ye seek on modern rhymes to graft Those tender shoots of old Romance- Romance that now is only chaffed?
45736	But the pleasure gives way To a savour of sorrow;-- Rose kissed me to- day,--_ Will_ she kiss me to- morrow?
45736	But though our young days buried lie, Shall love with Spring and Summer die?
45736	Can I say, While halting thus my toll to pay Before a stile now_ a la mode_, I go my gate?
45736	Can it be That all that arduous wooing not atones For Saturday shortness of trade dollars three?
45736	Can one so dead be harmed by lies, Tortured by wounds smiles ill conceal?
45736	Can songs come from these lips of mine?
45736	Can sweethearts_ all_ their thirst allay With strawberries?
45736	Can we tune our lute to these themes?
45736	Canst thou read Latin and eke Greek?
45736	Canst thou the sentence yet evade, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust?
45736	Cigar lights?
45736	Come near, O sun-- O south wind, blow, And be the winter''s captives freed; Where are the springs of long ago?
45736	Could she have guessed my coward care?
45736	Death alone, I fear me, Thou that dost true lovers part, What can heal a broken heart?
45736	Did Diogenes die in a tub or a cask, Like Clarence for love of liquor there?
45736	Do softer flower- roots twine and kiss The whiter bones of Charlemain?
45736	Do you hear it?
45736	Does a thought in thee still as a thorn''s wound smart Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred?
45736	Does she love me?
45736	Dost thou for knowledge pine and peak?
45736	Dost thou remember Sicily?
45736	Dost thou too make thy moan, In Paradise complain: Why should I live alone, Since Love was all in vain?
45736	Doth any know?
45736	Dou you think it was wrong?
45736	Down''Ob''n, sir?
45736	Down''Ob''n, sir?
45736	Ending waits on the brief beginning; Is the prize worth the stress of winning?
45736	Ere the axe lies at the root, Ere the winter comes as king, Villanelle, why art thou mute?
45736	Est- ce donc vostre intencion De voloir retrancher mes gaiges?
45736	Est- ce donc vostre intencion?
45736	Est- il aucun qui soit seur soubz la lune De ce qui est au pouvoir de Fortune?
45736	Fading leaf and falling fruit Say,"The year is on the wing, Hath the Master lost his lute?"
45736	Flowers slope into a rim of gold Along the marges of the sky: Sad singings haunt me as of old; Shall Love come back to me to die?
45736	Flying-- and when crying Can not make him stay, Where''s the use of sighing?
45736	Gladness maketh the world anew, Why are you sad?
45736	Hast thou, despite unkind attack, A pretty face?
45736	Hast thou, my dear, an ample share Of this world''s goods?
45736	Hath Heaven not left thee memory Of what was well in mortal''s share?
45736	Hath the Master lost his lute?
45736	Hath the singer ceased to sing?
45736	Have birds ceased singing or flowers to blow?
45736	Her grave is green and her tombstone mossed; But who is to be the next Lord Mayor, And where is King William of Leicester Square?
45736	Her lips were so near That-- what else could I do?
45736	Her lips were so near That-- what else could I do?
45736	Here is a fourteenth century one by Eustache Deschamps:-- Est ce donc vostre intencion De voloir retrancher mes gaiges Vingt livres de ma pension?
45736	How do you melt the multy swag?
45736	How is it you and I Are always meeting so?
45736	How is it you and I Are always meeting so?
45736	How many more is it going to be?
45736	How shall she find this name of mine Fast in your heart?
45736	How sigh you?--"Changes need we none-- The birds are glad--_and so are we_?"
45736	I killed her?
45736	I killed her?
45736	I killed her?
45736	I know not-- how should I go spy Which way he went?
45736	I shall change, but what of that?
45736	I shall change, but what of that?
45736	I wonder, will it come this side of death, With any of the old sun in its rays, One of these days?
45736	I wonder-- will the Fates be kind?
45736	I''d start at once-- O, would I not?
45736	If I should steal a little kiss, Oh, would she weep, I wonder?
45736	If she kissed it, who knows- Since I will not discover, And love is that close, If she kissed it, who knows?
45736	If the work be good, and the world so fair, Why are you sad?
45736	If you neglect the sounds it is no ballade; if you neglect the sense-- why write it at all?
45736	In the dim meadows desolate, Dost thou remember Sicily?
45736	In these lives of ours do the new years bring Old loves as old flowers again to blow?
45736	In_ Ballades_ things always contrive to get lost, And Echo is constantly asking where Are last year''s roses and last year''s frost?
45736	Irrelevant questions I like to ask: Can you reap the_ tret_ as well as the_ tare_?
45736	Is it Cupid?
45736	Is it not well with him who dies Flushed amid smoke and flash of steel; Stabbed by some traitor''s swift surprise; Stricken by doom no signs reveal?
45736	Is it prose?
45736	Is it verse?
45736	Is life cast down from its fair estate?
45736	Is the incline Of that sweet nose an aquiline?
45736	It''s the first time you''ve seen a piece played?
45736	Joe, just you kool''em- nice and skew Upon our old meogginee, Now ai n''t they utterly too- too?
45736	Life is so brief, and to and fro, Like thistledown above the lea, Fly on poor days; why then so slow To bend from pride?
45736	Many a pipe and scrannel flute On the breeze their discords fling; Villanelle, why art_ thou_ mute?
45736	Mark you her pure complexion,-white Though flush may follow flush?
45736	May any morning follow?
45736	My heart to thine is flown- Why should I live alone?
45736	My very blood leaped up, aware Of her free step and morning air; She raised her head, she caught my eye-- Could she have guessed?
45736	N.B.-Say,-should she ask you where?
45736	Now ai n''t they utterly too- too?
45736	O Triton, on some coral steep In green- gloom depths, dost thou forbear With wreathëd horn to call thy sheep, The wandering sea- waves, to thy care?
45736	O conquerors and heroes, say- Great Kings and Captains tell me this, Now that you rest beneath the clay What profit lies in victories?
45736	O dazzling youth, to fashion''s follies sworn, Would you their breasts with love''s sweet pains were torn?
45736	O friend, shall time take even this away, This blessing given of beauty that endures, This glory shown us, not to pass but stay?
45736	O honey of Hymettus Hill, Gold- brown, and cloying sweet to taste, Wert here for the soft amorous bill Of Aphrodite''s courser placed?
45736	O mermaids, once so debonnair, Sport ye no more with mirthful glee?
45736	O now when pleasures fade and fly, And Hope her southward flight is winging, Wouldst thou not be content to die?
45736	O singing syrens, do ye weep That now ye hear not anywhere The swift oars of the seamen leap, See their wild, eager eyes a- stare?
45736	Oh, shall it set at last, that orb of Death?
45736	On Dover Pier?
45736	On my return, and shall I find That grey- eyed damsel passing fair, So bonny, blithe, and debonair, The pretty girl I left behind?
45736	Onc puis n''euz force ne vigueur Mais que te nuysoit- elle en vie, Mort?
45736	Once he sang of bud and shoot In the season of the Spring; Villanelle, why art thou mute?
45736	Or He, who in an evil Day~Nomos~ and~physis~ first employ''d; And of the Sum of Things doth say, They all are Atoms in the Void?
45736	Or fake the broads?
45736	Or get the straight, and land your pot?
45736	Or illustrate a name?
45736	Or pitch a snide?
45736	Or thimble- rig?
45736	Or woo the sweet humanities?
45736	Or your grandfather like her the less?
45736	Or_ Thales_, with whom water sucks Into itself both Clod and Clay?
45736	Othello''s wrath and Juliet''s woe?
45736	Paper, inviolate, white, Shall it be joy or pain?
45736	Paper, inviolate, white, Shall it be joy or pain?
45736	Paper, inviolate, white, Shall it be joy or pain?
45736	Ringed with the rocks and ancient surges, How could Fate dissever these twain?
45736	Rose kissed me to- day, Will she kiss me to- morrow?
45736	Roses white, from the heaven dew- fed, Roses red for a passion''s plight; Which shall I choose to wreathe my head?
45736	Say, art thou fair?
45736	Seek on the fresher lips the old kisses''trace, For withered roses newer blooms disdain?
45736	Shall Hope relive, once having ceas''d?
45736	Shall I of fate complain, Or shall I laugh to- night?
45736	Shall it be hopes that are bright?
45736	Shall it be hopes that are vain?
45736	Shall not the fairies passing strow On us the dainty petal- showers?
45736	Simætha calls on Hecate, And hears the wild dogs at the gate; Dost thou remember Sicily?
45736	Sir Peter''s whims and Timon''s gall?
45736	Some muslin- clad Mabel or May, To dash one with eau de Cologne;-- Bluebottle''s off and away, And why should I stay here alone?
45736	Soon will blue iris star the stream; Summer will turn the air to wine: Have my eyes tears for my waste dream?
45736	Soon will the rich red poppies burn; Soon will blue iris star the stream: My hope is fled beyond return; Have my eyes tears for my waste dream?
45736	Sorrow as you may, Time is always flying- Flying!-and defying Men to say him nay... Where''s the use of sighing?
45736	Sound of tumult or dispute, Noise of war the echoes bring; Hath the Master lost his lute?
45736	Stuff, in my time, was made to wear; Gowns we had never but two or three; Did we fancy them spoilt, if they chanced to tear?
45736	Such pouting lips would never miss The dainty bit of plunder; If I should steal a little kiss, Oh, would she weep, I wonder?
45736	Summer will turn the air to wine, So full and sweet the mid- spring flowers: Can songs come from those lips of mine?
45736	Suppose I put''em up the flue, And booze the profits, Joe?
45736	Suppose you duff?
45736	Suppose you screeve?
45736	Suppose you try a different tack, And on the square you flash your flag?
45736	Sur l''appui du Monde Que faut- il qu''on fonde D''espoir?
45736	TO V. L. Forgotten seers of lost repute That haunt the banks of Acheron, Where have you dropped the broken lute You played in Troy or Calydon?
45736	That I am innocent hast thou no care Of crime against celestial deity?
45736	That rhyme wouldst hear him sing Which yesterday seem''d such a foolish thing?
45736	The Summer''s gone-- how did it go?
45736	The azure of the skies Holds nought so sweet to me; When love is in her eyes What need of spring for me?
45736	The birds wing homeward from the East; I smell spice- breaths upon the air: Shall Hope relive, once having ceas''d?
45736	The clashing swords?
45736	The cloth of gold, the rare brocade, The mantles glittering to and fro?
45736	The cries of war and festival?
45736	The dolphins that with royal sweep Sped Venus of the golden- hair Through leagues of summer sea and air?
45736	The gods are dead?
45736	The good_ Athenians_ him did slay, His_ Dialectic_ them annoy''d; And his Disciples, where are they?
45736	The heavy hours creep: When is the break of day?
45736	The jackal and the owl may tell, Dark snakes around their ruins climb, They fade like echo in a shell; Where are the cities of old time?
45736	The lover''s call?
45736	The merman in his weedy lair?
45736	The plumes, the armours-- friend and foe?
45736	The pomp, the pride, the royal show?
45736	The sobbing sea doth moan in pain, and pray,"Is there no refuge from the storm- king''s sway?"
45736	Their vanished hopes may none recover In some new day, new morrow bringing?
45736	There are roses white, there are roses red, Shyly rosy, tenderly white;- Which shall I choose to wreathe my head?
45736	Thou wilt not hear me; no?
45736	Thy musky scent what virginal chaste Blossom was ravished to distil, O honey of Hymettus Hill, Gold- brown, and cloying sweet to taste?
45736	To A. L. Where are the cities of the plain?
45736	To breezy braes, from street and square, Who would not, an he could, be hieing; Away from city chafe and care, At forty miles an hour flying?
45736	To dash one with eau de Cologne, All over one''s eminent forehead; And why should I stay here alone?
45736	To the nightingale''s tune Why is the moon Making a noon When night is the deepest?
45736	To- day, what is there in the air That makes December seem sweet May?
45736	To- day?
45736	Villanelle, why art thou mute?
45736	WHERE ARE THE PIPES OF PAN?
45736	WHERE ARE THE SHIPS OF TYRE?
45736	WHERE ARE THE SPRINGS OF LONG AGO?
45736	Was he smeared with trade, Or does he boast an ancient crest-- A pedigree?
45736	Was that the cuckoo''s wood- chime swinging?
45736	Was that the linnet fluting low?
45736	Was there ever so dismal a fate?"
45736	Weary waiting and weary striving, Glad outsetting and sad arriving; What is it worth when the goal is won?
45736	Weavings of plot and of plan?
45736	Were it not thus, could but our high emprise Be once fulfilled, which of us would forbear To seek that haven where contentment lies?
45736	What bids the lips of thy sleep dispart?
45736	What can heal a broken heart?
45736	What can heal a broken heart?
45736	What cause hast thou to show Of sacrifice unsped?
45736	What comes of every claim?
45736	What fateful forecast fling Before life''s last surprise?
45736	What form is this of more than mortal height What matchless beauty, what inspirèd ire?
45736	What goal remains for pilgrim feet Now all our gods are banishèd?
45736	What harm did she in life to thee, Death?
45736	What has become of the ring I tossed In the lap of my mistress, false and fair?
45736	What have we done with meadow and lane?
45736	What if skies be wan and chill?
45736	What if the roses faded be?
45736	What if winds be harsh and stale?
45736	What is it in the season, though, Brings back the days of old, and so Sets memory recalling still The Summer''s gone?
45736	What is the song the sea- wind sings-- The old, old song it singeth for aye?
45736	What is the worth of all Your state''s supreme urbanities?
45736	What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
45736	What makes the world, Sweetheart, reply?
45736	What man would find the old in the new love''s face?
45736	What of Napoleon''s lightning brain, Grim Fritz''s iron hammerings, Forging the links of Europe''s chain?
45736	What of this fear that worn lives feel?
45736	What shall we sing of?
45736	What summer hope shall bring To wistful dreaming eyes?
45736	What thing rejects thy mastery?
45736	What though the print be not so bright, The paper dark, the binding slight?
45736	What was thy father ere he made His fortune?
45736	What would we not give, you and I, The early sweet of life to buy?
45736	What?
45736	What_ can_ make her cry?
45736	When Love is once dead Who shall awake him?
45736	When Love is once dead Who shall awake him?
45736	When abroad it stretcheth its mighty wings And driveth the white clouds far away,-- What is the song it sings to- day?
45736	When comes the fulness of the time to me As yours is full to- day, O flower of mine?
45736	When he found her, the churn and the pails among?
45736	When love is in her eyes What need of Spring for me?
45736	Where are the Pipes of Pan?
45736	Where are the Pipes of Pan?
45736	Where are the braveries, fresh or frayed?
45736	Where are the cities of old time?
45736	Where are the creatures of the deep, That made the sea- world wondrous fair?
45736	Where are the flowers and the hawthorn snow?
45736	Where are the garlands our young hands twined?
45736	Where are the mighty kings of yore Whose sword- arm cleft the world in twain?
45736	Where are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow?
45736	Where are the revellers high and low?
45736	Where are the springs of long ago?
45736	Where are the springs of long ago?
45736	Where are the springs of long ago?
45736	Where are they, these that our songs await, To wake to joyance?
45736	Where is she now?
45736	Where is the Lion- Heart, who bore The spears toward Zion''s gate again?
45736	Where is the time for hope or doubt?
45736	Where now are cavalier and beau Who joyed with thee in that bright clime?
45736	Where now are they whom gleaming gold Led on to many a bandit blow, Who roamed with thee the widening wold And vine- clad hills, and shared thy woe?
45736	Where now is Karnak, that great fane With granite built, a miracle?
45736	Where now is Rome''s old emperor, Who gazed on burning Rome full fain; And where, at one for evermore, The Liege of France, the Lord of Spain?
45736	Where the wild humours they portrayed For laughing worlds to see and know?
45736	Where they, who, in the sunset glow, With thee heard Paris''sweet bells chime?
45736	Where''s Alexander, Charlemain?
45736	Where''s grave_ Parmenides_?
45736	Where''s the use of sighing,"Time is always flying?"
45736	Where''s the use of sighing?
45736	Where''s_ Heraclitus_ and his Flux Of Sense that never maketh stay?
45736	Where''s_ Socrates_ himself, who chucks Up_ Physics_, makes of_ Sophists_ hay, Into_ Induction_ briskly tucks, And_ Definitions_ frames alway?
45736	Where, prithee, are thy comrades bold, With ruffle, flounce, and furbelow, Who, in the merry days of old, Made light of all but red wine''s flow?
45736	Where,''neath what ravenous curses sore, Hath Well- Loved Louis lapsed and lain?
45736	Which shall I choose to wreathe my head?
45736	Which shall I cull from the garden- bed To greet my love on this very night?
45736	Which, Joe, is why I ses te you-- Æsthetic- like, and limp, and free-- Now_ ai n''t_ they utterly too- too, Them flymy little bits of Blue?
45736	Who but acclaim with voice and pipe and string,"Thou art my Lord to whom I bend the knee?"
45736	Who can tell?
45736	Who knows?
45736	Who would not doff at once life''s load of care, To be at peace amid the silence there?
45736	Whose loss if she tell me a lie?
45736	Why are my days so dark?
45736	Why are you sad when the sky is blue?
45736	Why dost thou look so pale, my Love?
45736	Why dost thou look so pale, my Love?
45736	Why dost thou look so pale, my Love?
45736	Why dost thou scorn me so?
45736	Why dost thou sigh and say Farewell?
45736	Why dost thou sigh and say Farewell?
45736	Why is the moon Awake when thou sleepest?
45736	Why is the moon Awake when thou sleepest?
45736	Why should I live alone, Since Love was all in vain?
45736	Why would it sleep not?
45736	Why, Pussy, you''re crying: afraid?
45736	Why, but because our task is yet undone?
45736	Why, but because our task is yet undone?
45736	Why, when the sun shines bright for you, And the birds are singing, and all the air So sweet with the flowers everywhere?
45736	Will Jove long years bestow?- Or is''t with this one dying, That thou and I must go; Now,-when the great winds blow And waves the reef are plying?...
45736	Will Love be flown?
45736	Will she listen?
45736	Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep?
45736	Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep?
45736	Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep?
45736	Wilt thy papa[9] Disgorge, to gild our blessedness, A pot of gold?
45736	Would you be knight and dame?
45736	Wouldst thou not be content to die When low- hung fruit is hardly clinging And golden autumn passes by?
45736	YES OR NO?
45736	You ask me what''s a kiss?
45736	You ask me what''s a_ kiss_?
45736	You should disdain and I despair, With quite the true Augustan air; But... could I love you more, or less,--"In teacup- times?"
45736	[ 13] Wagner(?)
45736	[ 15]_ Richard III._(?)
45736	_ Envoi._ Life, dost thou still possess the shade Of him in earth so rudely thrust?
45736	_ Envoi._ Prince, with a dolorous, ceaseless knell, Above their wasted toil and crime The waters of oblivion swell: Where are the cities of old time?
45736	_ Envoy._ O lady mine, wilt thou not stray O''er the grassy aisles of the orchard way, And list to Love where the wind- flowers shine, O lady mine?
45736	_ Envoy._ Prince, all our pleasures fade; Vain all the toils of man; And fancy cries dismayed, Where are the Pipes of Pan?
45736	_ Envoy._ Prince, with these"gone before,"We, whom these days inspire, Must seek that unknown shore"Where are the ships of Tyre?"
45736	_ Envoy._ Princes, to you the western breeze Bears many a ship and heavy laden, What is the best we send in these?
45736	_ Envoy._ Princess, while yet on lawn and lea The harvest moon is sweet, Ere August die, who knows but we Some day may come to meet?
45736	_ Envoy._ Queen Proserpine, at whose white feet In life my love I may not tell, Wilt give me welcome when we meet Along the mead of Asphodel?
45736	_ Envoy._ Where are the secrets it knew?
45736	forthwith?--To- night?
45736	have I chosen right?
45736	in spring?
45736	in spring?
45736	is it not?...
45736	most bewitching, mocking she, Fairer than poet''s dream may show, The glance of scorn how can I dree In thy clear eyes?
45736	my heart, so sound asleep, Lady, will you wake it?
45736	not content with seas and skies, With rainy clouds and southern wind, With common cares and faces kind, With pains and joys each morning brought?
45736	or fig a nag?
45736	or go cheap- jack?
45736	or knap a yack?
45736	or nose and lag?
45736	or smash a rag?
45736	powers above?
45736	vine or bay?"
45736	who can tell?
45736	who so bold But at thine altars in the dusk they sue?
45736	why should it start, When never a leaf of the rose- tree stirred?
45736	will you wake it?
45736	within the heart of this great flight, What ivory arms held up the golden lyre?
45736	yer honour?
45736	yer honour?
3295	And deemest thou that I accept the boon, Craven, like these my subjects? 3295 Dear knight,"she murmured low,"For love of me, wilt thou accord this boon,-- To grace my weary home in banishment?"
3295	Does love steal gently o''er our soul?
3295	Have you no smile to welcome love with, Liebhaid? 3295 I fain were true to you and to myself"-- Did she say thus?
3295	Is there no hope on earth?
3295	Nay, have they not? 3295 O Queen, what mean these foolish words misplaced?
3295	Then cease, for when hath Fate been moved by prayer?
3295	What care we for the king? 3295 What good shall come, forswearing kith and God, To follow the allurements of the heart?"
3295	Why dwell with worms and clay When we may soar through air on wings of flame, Dissolve to small, white dust our perfect frame, And never know decay? 3295 Ye will a life: then why not any life?"
3295	''Although thy sins be scarlet,''He hath said,''Will I not make them white as wool?''
3295	Again what would you with me?
3295	All day long, Think ye''t is I, who sit''twixt darkened walls, While ye chase beauty over land and sea?
3295	Am I not still beside you, father?
3295	Am I right, Annicca?
3295	Ambition, pleasure, or the sense of fear?
3295	And empty breath a thing desirable?
3295	And has Maria sat here while you worked?
3295	And here, what''s this?
3295	And is it well that all was borne in vain?
3295	And now, at the end, we ask, Has the grave really closed over all these gifts?
3295	And seeing, have ye patience?
3295	And she:"You ask?
3295	And so you hoped To find him-- shall I read your answer thus?
3295	And what an hour is this to thank the Fates?"
3295	And what are these, The painted shadows that make all my life A glory, to the splendor of that light?
3295	And who beneath that kitten grace had spied The claws of mischief?
3295	And you, Did you not find me hasty, over- bold?
3295	And you?
3295	Are these ignoble relics all that live Of psalmist, priest, and prophet?
3295	Are these the heavens that she deemed were kind?
3295	Are you not rested?
3295	Art sure of that?
3295	Artist, tell me what you see?"
3295	Beckons she not with those bright, full- orbed eyes, And open arms that like twin moonbeams gleam?
3295	Beside the Prince, you say?
3295	But I am old-- perchance my memory Deceives in this?
3295	But as for me, what faltering words can tell My joy, in extreme sharpness kin to pain?
3295	But did you see her?
3295	But he withdrawing not:"Will any life Suffice ye for Admetus?"
3295	But thou, Juan, What was my sin to thee, save too much love?
3295	But what is this?
3295	But what of Lady Maria- Rosa?
3295	But what said she, father?
3295	But who are thou who darest question me?"
3295	But who has sung their praise, Not less illustrious, who are living yet?
3295	But with him is it well?
3295	But would we break, if we could, that repose, that silence and mystery and peace everlasting?
3295	But ye denying him, What after- offering may appease the gods?
3295	Can Don Tommaso''s wife so soon forget She is the Spagnoletto''s child?
3295	Can I be like to her?
3295	Can I through expiation gain my shrift, And work mine own redemption?"
3295	Can the breath Of very heaven bid these bones revive, Open the graves, and clothe the ribs of death?
3295	Chew and find sweet its poisoned fruits?
3295	Child, you ask?
3295	Could I arise each day to face this spectre, Or sleep with it at night?--to yearn for her Even while I curse her?
3295	Could I have told, Then when he bade me?
3295	Could the soul of man Withdraw so easily, and erect apart Her own fair temple for her own high ends?
3295	Could you not read in such disparagement The envy of small natures?
3295	Dear father, what hath given thee offence?
3295	Did Fiametta see The wary page slip in my hand the missive, As we came forth again?
3295	Did I not wander forth?
3295	Did not I say favored of earth and heaven?
3295	Did such cautious wisdom Guide your own fancy?
3295	Did you not hear A sound, a cry?
3295	Did you not promise me To lay aside your brush to- day at noon, And tell me the great secret?
3295	Do they not seek her?
3295	Do ye not see he swoons?
3295	Do you find The pleasure in this treatment equals that Of the oil painting?
3295	Do you seek mine utter ruin, With words whose very tone is a caress?
3295	Does love steal So gently o''er our soul?
3295	Does not love inspire Joyous expression, be it but a sigh, A song, a smile, a broken word, a cry?
3295	Does not the morn break thus, Swift, bright, victorious, With new skies cleared for us, Over the soul storm- tost?
3295	Doth he imagine I waited leave of him?
3295	Father, you called me?
3295	For God''s sake, father, what strange thoughts are these?
3295	For God''s sake, what is this?
3295	For thee, my child, has not my doting love Sufficed, at least in part, to fill the breach Of that tremendous void?
3295	Good, my lord, Do you not pity him?
3295	HOW LONG?
3295	Hail and farewell so soon, Friend dreamer?
3295	Has he come often?
3295	Has he not lived to outstrip your swift hopes?
3295	Has that eager, passionate striving ceased, and"is the rest silence?"
3295	Has that rude hand Sufficed to dash to naught your frail creations?
3295	Hast heard the tidings?
3295	Hast thou beheld the deep, glad eyes of one Who has persisted and achieved?
3295	Hast thou not murdered him in spirit?
3295	Hath he no substance as of a man?
3295	Hath she yet spoken?
3295	Hath the signora risen?
3295	Have the lewd, prying eyes, the slanderous mind Of public envy, spied herein some mischief?
3295	Have they not willed a life''s thread should be cut?
3295	Have you then lost your reason?
3295	He who within some dark- bright wood reclines,''Twixt sleep and waking, where the needled pines Have cushioned all his couch with soft brown sprays?
3295	How can I doubt the anguish So rude a snapping of all ties must smite Thy tender heart withal?
3295	How could that phantom moon break through, Above that shrouded tide?
3295	How did she plead for you?
3295	How far might such not tend to expiate A riotous world''s indulgence?
3295	How far, sir, stand we from the Strada Nardo?
3295	How is this known?
3295	How long will ye besiege the thrones of gods With lamentations?
3295	How may my breast contain thee, with thy burden Of too much happiness?
3295	How may my lyre Glorify these whose very life I doubt?
3295	How might we Those large, clear eyes confront, which scornfully Would view us as a poor, degenerate race, Base- souled and mean- proportioned?
3295	How now?
3295	How of the Prince of Peace might he be told, When over half the world the war- cloud lowers?
3295	How shall I wear the hours Ere I may seek her?
3295	How shall she cherish him?
3295	How soon he may have hope To hear from me-- to welcome me, thy Princess?
3295	How was it that I heard no sound, no cry, Throughout the night?
3295	How wilt thou make escape?
3295	How?
3295	I stoop to beg for her-- she is the last Who bides with me-- I crave you pardon, sir; What should this be to you?
3295	I warrant you the Spagnoletto brings The richest jewels-- what say''st thou, my son?
3295	If grief came in such unimagined wise, How may joy dawn?
3295	In God''s name, who hath followed him?
3295	In their Russian veins, What alien current urged on to smite him dead, Whose word had loosed a million Russian chains?
3295	In this nuptial joy apart, Oh my heart, Whither shall we lonely fare?
3295	In what undreamed- of hour, May the light break with splendor of surprise, Disclosing all the mercy and the power?
3295	Is breathing life?
3295	Is death more terrible, more hateworthy, More bitter than dishonor?
3295	Is it jest,-- Is it earnest?
3295	Is it not marvellous, Signor Lorenzo?
3295	Is it not strange?
3295	Is not that strange?
3295	Is not the household roused?
3295	Is she not beautiful, Ye gods?
3295	Is she not by my side, For work or rest?
3295	Is she to claim the worship of a man Hot with the first rich flush of ripened life?''
3295	Is the earth''s mouth full?
3295	Is the grave satisfied?
3295	Is the poor creature roused?
3295	Is there no help in your great Christian creed Of liberal charity, for such a one?"
3295	Is this the House of Israel whose pride Is as a tale that''s told, an ancient song?
3295	Is this the spirit of a soldier''s wife?
3295	Is this the world that yesterday was fair?
3295	Knew ye not this man Ere he was royal,--a poor, helpless child, Crownless and kingdomless?
3295	Know ye not I have been robbed?
3295	Large death has many portals to his fane, Why choose we to make moan?
3295	Listen?
3295	Lo, my queen, Is life itself a lovely thing,--bare life?
3295	Look we nor forth nor back, are we not happy?
3295	Luca, what''s o''clock?
3295	May I come in, dear father?
3295	May I not bid farewell?
3295	May I not hope To see and thank her for her grace to me, In so adorning my poor feast?
3295	May I not tell him Where we are bound?
3295	Mimes and minstrels, flowers and music, where are ye?
3295	Mine?
3295	Murdered-- dead?
3295	Must it be?
3295	Must it not lie-- how many fathom deep-- The secret of a woman''s foolish heart?
3295	Must not mortals be as gods To embrace such periods?
3295	My daughter, art thou ready?
3295	My exalted name The laughing- stock of churls; my hearthstone stamped With everlasting shame; my pride, my fame, Mine honor-- where are they?
3295	My heart is free, But thine?
3295	My lord, you called me?
3295	My lord?
3295	Nay, what is to tell?
3295	Nay, who will live when life clasps hands with shame, And death with honor?
3295	Oh, father, father, why will you torture me?
3295	Only the Strada''s width?
3295	Or is it rather happiness and love That make it precious to its inmost core?
3295	Pink, yellow, crimson, white-- which is the fairest?
3295	Pray you, what thought, what dream, and what ambition?
3295	Prince John?
3295	Prince of Love in masquerade or Prince of Fear, Clad in glittering silken snow?
3295	Robbed me, thou sayst?
3295	Shadowy muffled shapes, they come Deaf and dumb, Bringing what?
3295	Shall he curse Who sees not, and who hears not,--neither knows Nor understands?
3295	Shall he dwell amidst the humble and the low?
3295	Shall he thus Unto all Naples blazon his disgrace?
3295	Shall his daring foot alight On the height?
3295	Shall it yield him bitter flavor?
3295	Shall its savor Be as manna midst the turmoil and the strife?
3295	Shall my soul, no frosts may tame, Catch new flame From the incandescent air?
3295	Shall the cup ne''er reach the lip, But still slip Till the life- long thirst give o''er?
3295	Shall the oak Bind the man''s triumphant brow?
3295	Shall these Undo what has been done?--make whole the heart Thy crime hath snapt in twain?--restore the wits Thy sin hath scattered?
3295	Shall we sail to- night?
3295	She is not one of us-- her face is strange; Colored and carven to meet most men''s desire-- Is''t not, my lord?
3295	She sings"Matins:"--"Does not the morn break thus, Swift, bright, victorious, With new skies cleared for us Over the soul storm- tost?
3295	Signor Vitruvio?
3295	Signora, Why do I bear such harsh, injurious terms As he affronts me with?
3295	Since when has virtue grown Less beautiful than indolence and ease?
3295	Slowly in a moved voice, then, Ralph, the artist spake again--"Does not that weird orb unroll Scenes phantasmal to your soul?
3295	So, thou art firm-- Ready this night to leave thy home, thy kin, Thy father?
3295	Speak rather of your work-- is the plate finished?
3295	Spiritless, Dishonorably patient?
3295	Still she abides then by her first request To take the black veil and its vows to- morrow?
3295	Stung by fierce tongues himself, whose rightful fame Hath he reviled?
3295	Talk you of parting?
3295	Tell me, ere we go, What manner of man is John of Austria?
3295	The one wherewith thou bad''st thy father hope?
3295	Then he gently:"Who will die, So that the king may live?"
3295	Then she knew That he stood firm, and turning from him, cried To the king''s parents:"Are ye deaf with grief, Pheres, Clymene?
3295	Then-- for she spake Assured, as having heard an oracle-- They asked:"What deed of ours may serve the king?"
3295	There!--is he poor, or mean, or plain, or dull?
3295	Think you his wish were that I should not we d?
3295	Think''st thou I move an artist''midst his guests?
3295	Think''st thou, in truth this news Will draw my father from his hiding- place?
3295	Thou couldst not part from me, Even for thy father''s sake?
3295	Thou think''st to find the father in me still?
3295	Thou''lt bear with me, if as to- day I wrong Thy gentle spirit?
3295	Thou, good Luca, who might have been my father, canst understand me?
3295	Thou, who art safely housed, Why shouldst thou dread it?
3295	Through what tears and sweat and pain, Must he gain Fruitage from the tree of life?
3295	Thundered the outraged Pope,"is this the tone Wherewith thou dost parade thy loathsome sin?
3295	Till when?
3295	To betray to- morrow?
3295	To what end those high hopes that wildly stirred The beating heart with aspirations vain?
3295	Upon what noble name Did the winged arrows of the barbed wit glance?
3295	Vanished like the wind that blows, Whither shall we seek their trace On earth''s face?
3295	Was all Venice such a dream?
3295	Was her a dream of empire?
3295	Was it not the"Ewig- Weibliche"that allows no prestige but its own?
3295	Was this the world That yesterday seemed one huge battlefield For brutish passions?
3295	Was veiled Isis more sublime Than yon frozen fruit of Time, Hanging in the naked sky?
3295	We are alone-- Are we not, darling?
3295	Well, father, an I veiled and swathed to suit you, To cross the Strada?
3295	Were it not better to withdraw awhile, After our dance, unto the torch- lit gardens?
3295	Were they his dying trust?
3295	Were they not worthy of his trust, From whose seed sprang the sacred dust?
3295	What God thus far had saved me from myself?
3295	What ails you, daughter?
3295	What angel had been sent to stay mine arm Until the fateful moment passed away That would have ushered an eternity Of withering remorse?
3295	What art thou doing here, O Imagination?
3295	What better could I wish For his rent heart, his stunned, unbalanced brain, Than sleep to be eternally prolonged?
3295	What brutes were they for whom such speechless pains, So royally endured, no human thrill Awoke, in hearts drunk with the lust to kill?
3295	What cheer, Tommaso?
3295	What clamor drown the hours''myriad tongues, Crying,''Your son, your son?
3295	What could have roused so soon His quick suspicion?
3295	What coupled staring fools were they that passed?
3295	What deemest thou hath bound me unto life?
3295	What devil moved thee?
3295	What did Annicca say?
3295	What didst thou wish of me?
3295	What do the sea- nymphs in that coral cave?
3295	What do ye here, Slaves, fools, who stare upon me?
3295	What do ye here, my children?
3295	What do you mutter?
3295	What dost thou covet?
3295	What dost thou know?
3295	What dost thou lack?
3295	What doth she know?
3295	What fond fears are these Mastering my spirit?
3295	What for him shall she invoke?
3295	What go they seeking?
3295	What hast thou done to this dear friend of mine, Thou cold, white, silent Stranger?
3295	What hast thou heard?
3295	What have I done?
3295	What have I said?
3295	What help, what counsel, what most dear caress?
3295	What hour, think you, he chose To urge his cause?
3295	What if my doubts be false?
3295	What impulse this, o''ermastering heart and sense?
3295	What is any life, even the most rounded and complete, but a fragment and a hint?
3295	What is it?
3295	What is that?
3295	What is this?
3295	What is''t o''clock?
3295	What joy outweigh the grief of this one day?
3295	What least whim remains Ungratified, because not yet expressed?
3295	What love sustained when she was most alone?
3295	What man was that went from you?
3295	What may that be, Save the strange splendor of the dawn of love?
3295	What may this mean?
3295	What mean these clinging loves that bind to earth, And claim her with beseeching, wistful eyes?
3295	What men are these, who, clamoring to be free, Would bestialize the world to what they be?
3295	What miracle is this?"
3295	What mother can refuse a second birth To such a son?
3295	What new ray Upon his shadowy life from her shall fall?
3295	What news?
3295	What news?
3295	What painted images of folk half- blind Be these who pass her by, as vague as air?
3295	What penitence, What scourging of the flesh, what rigid fasts, What terrible privations may suffice To cleanse me in the sight of God and man?"
3295	What power in thine, o''ermastering Love''s own power?
3295	What prayer, what penance, Will shrive me clean before the sight of heaven?
3295	What reply Give to the beauty- loving Greek''s heart- cry, Seeking his ancient gods in vacant space?
3295	What secret door gave entrance unto thee?
3295	What should I fear?
3295	What should I say?
3295	What should he find within a world grown cold, Save doubt and trouble?
3295	What strength was hers, unreckoned and unknown?
3295	What sweet change shall sway Her spirit at his coming?
3295	What terrors could its darkness hold for him, Familiar with all anguish, but with fear Still unacquainted?
3295	What though he be not dead?
3295	What was it but the chord of rapturous joy For ever stilled?
3295	What was that?
3295	What was this-- This tell- tale auburn curl that rippled down Over the black mantilla?
3295	What will you?
3295	What word?
3295	What would''st thou say?
3295	What wouldst thou say?
3295	What''s that?
3295	When at last he gave o''er, and I have smoothed his pillow, and served and soothed him, what sleep could he snatch?
3295	When his mighty strides Had brought him nigh the waiting one, he paused:"Whose palace this?
3295	When lagged Death for all Your timorous shirking?
3295	When may I come to tender my poor homage To the Sicilian master?
3295	When may I return For the first sitting?
3295	When shall be The bright fulfilment of that star''s decree?
3295	When the Prince left I sent for thee; Thou wast still sleeping?
3295	When these are lost, are there not swords in Greece, And flame and poison, deadly waves and plagues?
3295	When was it?
3295	When will you cease to flout me?
3295	When, where then, may we meet?
3295	Where have they found her?
3295	Where have they taken thee, My only one, my darling?
3295	Where have you flown, bright dreams?
3295	Where is that?
3295	Where lead these lofty, soaring tendencies, That leap and fly and poise, to fall again, Yet seem to link her with the utmost skies?
3295	Where point those sharp, thin rays, Guiding his weary maze, Blesseth she or betrays, Who may divine?
3295	Where shall they be found today?
3295	Where shall we find a more triumphant vindication and supreme victory of spirit over matter?
3295	Wherefore did it come To snatch me from that dream of restful love?
3295	Wherefore this tangle of perplexities, The trouble or the joy?
3295	Wherefore?
3295	Wherefore?
3295	While earth, sea, and heavens shine, Heart of mine, Say, what art thou waiting for?
3295	Whither hast thou, Fancy free, Guided me, Wild Bohemian sister dear?
3295	Who and whence art thou, That wear''st the form of woman, though thou lack''st The heart of the she- wolf?
3295	Who calls me father?
3295	Who can tell what is true, what is false, in a world where fantasy is as real as fact?
3295	Who could befriend her?
3295	Who could decide betwixt two equal truths, Two perfect faiths?
3295	Who goes there?
3295	Who grasps the substance?
3295	Who her footsteps led To this green haven of sweet rest at last?
3295	Who is here?
3295	Who is the monarch of thy thoughts?
3295	Who knows?
3295	Who saw you pass?
3295	Who shall proclaim the golden fable false Of Orpheus''miracles?
3295	Who was thy parent, What fiend of torture, that thine impious hands Should quench the living source of thine own life?
3295	Who will pour large libations in your names, And sacrifice with generous piety?
3295	Who would marvel should he find, In the copse or nigh the spring, Summer fairies gamboling Where the honey- bees do suck, Mab and Ariel and Puck?
3295	Who, when he is gone, Will call you gentlest names this side of heaven,-- Father and mother?
3295	Whom have you met beside the Prince this morn?
3295	Whom have you spoken with?
3295	Whom here awaitest thou?"
3295	Whose hand upheld her?
3295	Whose sons are they who made the snow- wreathed head Their frenzy''s target?
3295	Why are thou silent, daughter?
3295	Why art thou silent?
3295	Why did she leave us, father?
3295	Why do you kiss me?
3295	Why do you threat me with such evil eyes?
3295	Why else Should his dead face arise three nights before me, Bleached, ghastly, dripping as of one that''s drowned, To freeze my heart with horror?
3295	Why must I seem In mine own eyes a craven?
3295	Why not?
3295	Why proffer prayers unanswered and unheard To blank, deaf heavens that will not heed her pain?
3295	Why should I court repose And dull forgetfulness, while the large earth Wakes no lesser joy than mine?
3295	Why should I fear?
3295	Why should I nurse such idle thoughts?
3295	Why should I rise To front the level eyes of men''s contempt?
3295	Why should I tell you?
3295	Why should his harsh words touch me?
3295	Why should we compete?
3295	Why should you tremble?
3295	Why shouldst thou be his lackey, his slave?
3295	Why was no shadow of this doom forecast?
3295	Why, father, what is this?
3295	Why, master, I-- you know me not?
3295	Why, sister, What may that be to us?
3295	Will cruel time restore what she doth lack?
3295	Will he remember?-- Nay, how should he forget?
3295	Will not those locked lids ope?--that nerveless hand Regain the iron strength of sinew mated With such heroic frame?
3295	Will they prove deaf to this as to my prayers?
3295	Will ye live On shame?
3295	Will you hear, And leave this worthy signor''s suit unanswered?
3295	Wilt thou now Escape the after- bitterness with prayers, Scourgings, and wringings of the hands?
3295	With such slight escort?
3295	Would it be overmuch, In my brief stay in Naples, to beg of you A portrait of myself in aqua- fortis?
3295	Would you believe it, sir, Folk say her face is twin to mine-- what think you?
3295	Yea, I am gentler unto ye than these: I slay relentless, but when have I mocked With poisoned gifts, and generous hands that smite Under the flowers?
3295	Yea, so?
3295	Yea-- of the Prince''s ball?
3295	Yet one more dance?
3295	You love no more?
3295	You regret your home?
3295	You surely will not rouse his fatal wrath?
3295	You will be gone?
3295	You will feign disdain, Only to make more sweet your rich concession?
3295	You will not seem so lightly won Without a wooing?
3295	Your wager''s lost-- how am I moved by this?
3295	and who art thou, grim shade?"
3295	can so rash a thought, a dream so wild, So hopeless an ambition, tempt your soul?
3295	can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?
3295	dealt The death- blow to his heart?
3295	do ye see?
3295	do ye thrust Your arrows in your hearts beneath your cloaks, Dying like Greeks, too proud to own the pang?
3295	dry chaff and tares, or full- eared sheaves?
3295	he leaves Naples?
3295	here?
3295	how may I tell you how SHE came, The temptress of a hundred centuries, Yet fresh as April?
3295	is this The curse Thou layest upon me?
3295	look through this glass for me?
3295	lost in dreams by daylight?
3295	or is my fevered brain The fool of its desires?
3295	shall her child, Whose lightest sigh reechoed in her heart, Have need of her and cry to her in vain?
3295	she asks;"What if he come, A cloud, a fire, a whirlwind?"
3295	she forswore all words as empty lies; What speech could help, encourage, or repair?
3295	she says, and why?
3295	silent still?
3295	the weary maze Of narrow fears and hopes that may not cease?
3295	thou shalt suffer, and thine own Maria Will leave thee daughterless, uncomforted?
3295	thou shalt weep, and other eyes than mine Shall see the Spagnoletto''s spirit broken?
3295	was it my father?
3295	was it sin?
3295	was that his cry?
3295	what abides Behind thy pearly veil''s Opaque, mysterious woof?
3295	what mean you?
3295	where is your son, Unnatural mother, timid foolish man?"
3295	where shall my soul find peace?"
3295	who can tell the struggles of his soul Against its demons in that sacred hour, The solitude, the anguish, the remorse?
3295	who could make this small, Or her strength great?
3295	who is left behind, Earnest and eloquent, sincere and strong, To consecrate their memories with words Not all unmeet?
3295	who''mid shadows strays?
3295	will you spurn me thus?
3295	with fitting dirge and song To chant a requiem purer than the wind, And sweeter than the birds?
3295	you have been waiting?
2619	A reigning queen in Fashion''s whirl?
2619	And is there nothing yet unsaid, Before the change appears? 2619 And what did you hear, my Mary, All up on the Caldon- Hill?"
2619	And what did you see, my Mary, All up on the Caldon- Low?
2619	And what were the words, my Mary, That you did hear them say?
2619	And where are they? 2619 And will it, truly?"
2619	And will you have her, Robin, To be your wedded wife?
2619	And will you have him, Jenny, Your husband now to be?
2619	Bless us,cried the Mayor,"what''s that?"
2619	But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished- for day?
2619	For why should I grumble and murmur?
2619	Hae a''the weans been gude?
2619	Has she no faults then,( Envy says), Sir?
2619	How many are you, then,said I,"If they two are in heaven?"
2619	How many? 2619 I''m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?"
2619	Is this, is this your joy? 2619 Must I thank you, then,"said the king,"Sir Lark, For flying so high and hating the dark?
2619	O then,says Parson Rook,"Who gives this maid away?"
2619	Oh, Nightingale,cooed a dove--"Oh, Nightingale, what''s the use?
2619	One? 2619 Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"
2619	Silly boy, and what of that?
2619	Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?
2619	What are they dreaming of? 2619 What are you at, my little men?"
2619	What can you see in Baby- land?
2619	What do they do in Baby- land?
2619	What do they say in Baby- land?
2619	What makes the lamb love Mary so?
2619	Where are you going, and what do you wish?
2619	Where is my toadstool?
2619	Who is the Queen of Baby- land?
2619	Why did I come?
2619	Why do you read?
2619	Yes, and I will,said Emmie,"but then if I call to the Lord, How should He know that it''s me?
2619	You rascal, what are you about?
2619	You sang, sir, you say? 2619 You want some breakfast too?"
2619	You will?
2619	''Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her?
2619	( Are these torn clothes his best?)
2619	----------- A dillar, a dollar, A ten o''clock scholar, What makes you come so soon?
2619	----------- Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
2619	----------- Barber, barber, shave a pig, How many hairs will make a wig?
2619	----------- If all the world were apple- pie, And all the sea were ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have to drink?
2619	----------- Pussy- cat, pussy- cat, where have you been?
2619	----------- Run- a- dub- dub, Three men in a tub, And who do you think they be?
2619	----------- The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing?
2619	----------- There was an old woman, and what do you think?
2619	Ah, what shall my lord of the manor do?
2619	Ah, why should we care what they say?
2619	Ai n''t he a funny old Raggedy Man?
2619	Ai n''t you sorry for him?
2619	Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours, For Youth were always ours?
2619	And all the dreams that ne''er came true, Like little children dying young-- Do they come back to you?
2619	And did Thy Mother at the night Kiss Thee, and fold the clothes in right?
2619	And did they tire sometimes, being young, And make the prayer seem very long?
2619	And did you think, when you so cried and smiled, How I, in lonely nights, should lie awake, And of those words your full avengers make?
2619	And didst Thou feel quite good in bed, Kissed, and sweet, and Thy prayers said?
2619	And didst Thou play in Heaven with all The angels, that were not too tall, With stars for marbles?
2619	And dost Thou like it best, that we Should join our hands to pray to Thee?
2619	And have you come from Heaven to earth?
2619	And is the white cloth never done, For you and me done never?
2619	And is the white thread never spun, Mother, mother?
2619	And must I work forever?
2619	And the brown thrush keeps singing,"A nest do you see, And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper- tree?
2619	And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn- like an''still, His eyes they keep a- sayin'':"What''s the matter, little Bill?"
2619	And though they sweep their hearths no less Than maids were wo nt to do, Yet who of late, for cleanliness, Finds sixpence in her shoe?
2619	And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?
2619	And what does he say, little girl, little boy?
2619	And what hast thou done beside To tell thy mother at eventide?
2619	And what is the shore where I stood to see My boat sail down to the west?
2619	And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
2619	And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet?
2619	And when will come that happy day, Mother, mother?
2619	And why is the old dog wild with joy Who all day long made moan?
2619	And why may not I love Johnny As well as another body?
2619	And why may not I love Johnny, And why may not Johnny love me?
2619	And why may not I love Johnny, And why may not Johnny love me?
2619	And why may not I love Johnny, As well as another body?
2619	Ann Taylor[ 1782- 1866] THE LAMB Little Lamb, who made thee?
2619	Are you as brave?
2619	Arlo Bates[ 1850- 1918] A LAD THAT IS GONE Sing me a song of a lad that is gone; Say, could that lad be I?
2619	At the edge of the pathless wood, And the button- ball tree with its motley limbs, Which nigh by the doorstep stood?
2619	BABY- LAND"Which is the way to Baby- land?"
2619	Bayard Taylor[ 1825- 1878] THE SPIDER AND THE FLY"Will you walk into my parlor?"
2619	Benjamin Franklin Taylor[ 1819- 1887] GROWING OLD What is it to grow old?
2619	Brian Hooker[ 1880- THE ROSE OF THE WORLD Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
2619	Bring thee, a spirit undefiled, At God''s pure throne to bow?
2619	But as the careworn cheek grows wan, And sorrow''s shafts fly thicker, Ye Stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker?
2619	But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand,"Is n''t God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?"
2619	But how did you come to us, you dear?
2619	But is n''t he wise-- To jes''dream of stars, as the doctors advise?
2619	But long it wo n''t be, Do n''t you know?
2619	But they answer,"Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine?
2619	But we have toiled and wandered With weary feet and numb; Have doubted, sifted, pondered,-- How else should knowledge come?
2619	But who is this through the doorway comes?
2619	Can I call that home where I anchor yet, Though my good man has sailed?
2619	Can I call that home where my nest was set, Now all its hope hath failed?
2619	Christina Georgina Rossetti[ 1830- 1894] THE WIND''S SONG O winds that blow across the sea, What is the story that you bring?
2619	Could you not stay and whisper words A little child might understand?
2619	Did He who made the Lamb, make thee?
2619	Did I say alone?
2619	Did I say, all?
2619	Did the things Play Can you see me?
2619	Did they thus affront their Lord?
2619	Didst Thou kneel at night to pray, And didst Thou join Thy hands, this way?
2619	Didst Thou sometimes think of there, And ask where all the angels were?
2619	Do n''t skulk away from our sight, Like a common, contemptible fowl; You bird of joy and delight, Why behave like an owl?
2619	Do n''t you hear?
2619	Do n''t you see?
2619	Do n''t you see?
2619	Do n''t you think the Baby Would like that to eat?"
2619	Do you feel?
2619	Do you hear the children weeping and disproving, O my brothers, what ye preach?
2619	Do you know more?
2619	Do you question the young children in the sorrow, Why their tears are falling so?
2619	Do you think the dark was best, Lying snug in mother''s breast?
2619	Does the maiden still swing in thy giant clasp?
2619	Dost thou know who made thee?
2619	Doth my heart overween?
2619	Elizabeth Barrett Browning[ 1806- 1861] THE SHADOW- CHILD Why do the wheels go whirring round, Mother, mother?
2619	Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz[?-1933] MY BIRTH- DAY"My birth- day"--what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears!
2619	Emily is neat and fine; What do you think of Caroline?
2619	Ere I was old?
2619	Eugene Field[ 1850- 1895] THE SUGAR- PLUM TREE Have you ever heard of the Sugar- Plum Tree?
2619	Feet, where did you come, you darling things?
2619	For a''sae sage he looks, what can the laddie ken?
2619	For all my mouthless body leeched Ere Birth''s releasing hell was reached?
2619	For no-- what animal could him replace?
2619	For wherefore should I fast and weep, And sullen moods of mourning keep?
2619	Frets doubt the maw- crammed beast?
2619	Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father''s dwelling?
2619	From Wood- nymph of Diana''s throng?
2619	From word of mine could any comfort come?
2619	From"Sea Dreams"What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day?
2619	Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
2619	George Peele[ 1558?-1597?]
2619	Had?
2619	Hadst Thou ever any toys, Like us little girls and boys?
2619	Hast Thou an angel there to mother him?
2619	Have I heard, have I seen All I feel, all I know?
2619	Have they, who nursed the blossom, seen No breach of promise in the fruit?
2619	Have we not from the earth drawn juices Too fine for earth''s sordid uses?
2619	He sits beside my chair, And scribbles, too, in hushed delight, He dips his pen in charmed air: What is it he pretends to write?
2619	He who himself was"undefiled?"
2619	Hearest thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract''s roar?
2619	Helen Barron Bostwick[ 1826-?]
2619	How could I bear with the sights and the loathsome smells of disease But that He said"Ye do it to me, when ye do it to these"?
2619	How could I tell That ere the worm within its shell Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread, My little Madchen would be dead?
2619	How could angels bear the sight?
2619	How did they all just come to be you?
2619	How is it with the child?
2619	How many pounds from the crowning curl To the rosy point of the restless toe?"
2619	How might I do to get a graff Of this unspotted tree?
2619	How shall I sadden them to make them wise?)
2619	How shall ye wear the yoke that must be worn?)
2619	How with thy faults has duty striven?
2619	I have, within my pantry, good store of all that''s nice; I''m sure you''re very welcome-- will you please to take a slice?"
2619	I hear you ask,"Pray who is she?"
2619	I never was among The choir of Wisdom''s song, But pretty lies loved I As much as any king, When youth was on the wing, And( must it then be told?)
2619	I pray you what is the nest to me, My empty nest?
2619	I say he loves me best-- if he forgets, If Thou allow it that my child forgets And runs not out to meet me when I come-- What are my curses to Thee?
2619	I''m here, The child you lost;"while we in sudden fear, Dumb with great doubt, shall find no word to say?
2619	II Blue eyes, looking up at me, I wonder what you really see, Lying in your cradle there, Fragrant as a branch of myrrh?
2619	II Lord Michael, wilt not thou rejoice When at last a little boy''s Heart, a shut- in murmuring bee, Turns him unto thee?
2619	If all day long I run and run, Run with the wheels forever?
2619	If all the world were sought so far, Who could find such a wight?
2619	If he lack One of his kisses-- ah, my heart, my heart, Do angels kiss in heaven?
2619	If thou regret''st thy youth, why live?
2619	In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
2619	In what furnace was thy brain?
2619	Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald?
2619	Into what dreary mazes will they wander, What dangers will they meet?
2619	Is it for beauty to forego her wealth?
2619	Is it to feel each limb Grow stiffer, every function less exact, Each nerve more loosely strung?
2619	Is it to feel our strength-- Not our bloom only, but our strength-- decay?
2619	Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye?
2619	Is there a word, or jest, or game, But time incrusteth round With sad associate thoughts the same?
2619	Isaac Bickerstaff[?--1812?]
2619	Isaac Bickerstaff[?--1812?]
2619	It may be strange-- yet who would change Time''s course to slower speeding, When one by one our friends have gone And left our bosoms bleeding?
2619	James Ferguson[ 18--?]
2619	John Heywood[ 1497?-1580?]
2619	John Williamson Palmer[ 1825- 1906]"ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME?"
2619	Josiah Gilbert Holland[ 1819- 1881] CRADLE SONG From"Bitter- Sweet"What is the little one thinking about?
2619	Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber- door but a gentle tap?
2619	Katherine Tynan Hinkson[ 1861- 1931]"WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY?"
2619	Keep thee as thou art now?
2619	Laurence Alma- Tadema[ 18--"WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?"
2619	Little Lamb, who made thee?
2619	Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall, Pussy- cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall; Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?
2619	Mary Lamb[ 1764- 1847] WEIGHING THE BABY"How many pounds does the baby weigh-- Baby who came but a month ago?
2619	Matthew Prior[ 1664- 1721] EX ORE INFANTIUM Little Jesus, wast Thou shy Once, and just so small as I?
2619	Matthias Barr[ 1831-?]
2619	Matthias Barr[ 1831-?]
2619	Mine-- yes or no, unseen its soul divine?
2619	Mull was astern, Rum on the port, Eigg on the starboard bow; Glory of youth glowed in his soul: Where is that glory now?
2619	Murdered by poison!--no one knows for what!-- Was ever dog born capable of that?"
2619	Must He dwell with brutal creatures?
2619	Not a crumb to be found On the snow- covered ground; Not a flower could he see, Not a leaf on a tree:"Oh, what will become,"says the cricket,"of me?"
2619	Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed,"Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?"
2619	Not there!--Where, then, is he?
2619	Now I wonder what would please her,-- Charlotte, Julia, or Louisa?
2619	Now, who shall arbitrate?
2619	O columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle- doves dwell?
2619	O fingers small of shell- tipped rose, How should you know you hold so much?
2619	O my life, have we not had seasons That only said, Live and rejoice?
2619	O what am I that I should train An angel for the skies; Or mix the potent draught that feeds The soul within these eyes?
2619	O, how could I serve in the wards if the hope of the world were a lie?
2619	Oh tricksy elf, Wouldst drive thy father to despair?
2619	Oh who is this comes in Over her threshold stone?
2619	Oh, mother, are they giants bound, And will they growl forever?
2619	Oh, shall we laugh and sing and play Out in the sun forever?
2619	On what wings dare he aspire?
2619	Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song To praise your"rose"and"snow"; My bird, that sang, is dead; Where are your roses fled?
2619	Or could it have been Long ago?
2619	Or does the greeting to a rout Of giddy Bacchanals belong?
2619	Or find the upland slopes of Peace and Beauty, Whose sunlight never fades?
2619	Or in some nameless vale, securely sheltered, Walk side by side with Love?
2619	Or will those lips e''er stir the town From pulpit ritualistic?
2619	Or, may I ask, will those blue eyes-- In baby patois,"peepers"-- E''er in the House of Commons rise, And try to catch the Speaker''s?
2619	Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far- off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to- day?
2619	Pray, when will that be?
2619	Pussy- cat, pussy- cat, what did you there?
2619	Robert Louis Stevenson[ 1850- 1894] FOREIGN LANDS Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me?
2619	Rosamund Marriott Watson[ 1863- 1911] TO YOUTH Where art thou gone, light- ankled Youth?
2619	Said the cunning Spider to the Fly,"Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection I''ve always felt for you?
2619	Samuel Hinds[ 1793- 1872] BABY BELL I Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell Into this world of ours?
2619	Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God?
2619	Say, heart, is there aught like this In a world that is full of bliss?
2619	Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings divine?
2619	See, in what traversed ways, What backward Fate delays The hopes we used to know; Where are our old desires?-- Ah, where those vanished fires?
2619	Seest thou shadows sailing by, As the dove, with startled eye, Sees the falcon''s shadow fly?
2619	Shall I show you the place where it grows?
2619	Shall I show you this little lamp bright?
2619	Shall birds and bees and ants be wise, While I my moments waste?
2619	Shall"cakes and ale"Grow rare to youth because we rail At schoolboy dishes?
2619	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o''lang syne?
2619	Sing me a song of a lad that is gone; Say, could that lad be I?
2619	Sing me a song of a lad that is gone; Say, could that lad be I?
2619	Softly she called from her cot to the next,"He says I shall never live through it; O Annie, what shall I do?"
2619	Suppose the glistening Dewdrop Upon the grass should say,"What can a little dewdrop do?
2619	THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN Who killed Cock Robin?
2619	Tell me, little raindrops, Is that the way you play, Pitter patter, pitter patter, All the rainy day?
2619	That asked not for causes and reasons, But made us all feeling and voice?
2619	That little brain the world''s delight, Its works by all men quoted?
2619	The Ancient Mariner Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray"Pretty maid, slow wandering this way, What''s your name?"
2619	The Wind he took to his revels once more; On down, In town, Like a merry- mad clown, He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar--"What''s that?"
2619	The ills that are coming, The joys that have been?
2619	The little raindrops can not speak, But"pitter, patter pat"Means,"We can play on this side: Why ca n''t you play on that?"
2619	The unknown?
2619	The wheels are always buzzing bright; Do they grow sleepy never?
2619	The world is but a broken reed, And life grows early dim-- Who shall be near thee in thy need, To lead thee up to Him?
2619	Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian?
2619	These wee pink shoeless feet-- how far Shall go their lengthening tread, When they no longer cuddled close May rest upon this bed?
2619	They answer,"Who is God that He should hear us, While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred?
2619	Thomas Bailey Aldrich[ 1837- 1907] IN THE NURSERY MOTHER GOOSE''S MELODIES----------- Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?
2619	Thomas Dekker[ 1570?-1641?]
2619	Thomas Hood[ 1799- 1845] THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON- LOW A Midsummer Legend"And where have you been, my Mary, And where have you been from me?"
2619	Thomas S. Jones, Jr.[ 1882- 1932] MY OTHER ME Children, do you ever, In walks by land or sea, Meet a little maiden Long time lost to me?
2619	Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear?
2619	Thou, heaven''s consummate cup, what needest thou with earth''s wheel?
2619	Time goes, you say?
2619	To have a place in the high choir Of poets, and deserve the same-- What more could mortal man desire Than poet''s fame?
2619	To his friends so good?"
2619	To man, propose this test-- Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?
2619	Translated by John R. Thompson from the French of Gustave Nadaud[ 1820-?]
2619	Up comes her little gray coaxing cat With her little pink nose, and she mews,"What''s that?"
2619	Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,"Father, who makes it snow?"
2619	VI But from our course why turn-- to tread A way with shadows overspread; Where what we gladliest would believe Is feared as what may most deceive?
2619	VII At last he came, the messenger, The messenger from unseen lands: And what did dainty Baby Bell?
2619	WHERE DO FAIRIES HIDE THEIR HEADS?"
2619	Waiting without stood sparrow and crow, Cooling their feet in the melting snow:"Wo n''t you come in, good folk?"
2619	Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right?
2619	Was ever such a startling thing?
2619	Was ever thing so pretty?
2619	Was hardly One?
2619	Was joy, in following joy, as keen As grief can be in grief''s pursuit?
2619	Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford To receive the heavenly stranger?
2619	What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
2619	What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?
2619	What does he think of his mother''s eyes?
2619	What does he think of his mother''s hair?
2619	What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day?
2619	What dost thou wail for?
2619	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
2619	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
2619	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
2619	What hast thou learned by field and hill, By greenwood path and by singing rill?
2619	What hast thou to do with sorrow, Or the injuries of to- morrow?
2619	What have I done to keep in mind My debt to her and womankind?
2619	What have I done, or tried, or said In thanks to that dear woman dead?
2619	What if your house be small?
2619	What if your yard be narrow?
2619	What is he but a brute Whose flesh has soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play?
2619	What is it God hath given me to cherish, This living, moving wonder which is mine-- Mine only?
2619	What kind word to thy playmate spoken?
2619	What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
2619	What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
2619	What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
2619	What of the cradle- roof, that flies Forward and backward through the air?
2619	What promise of morn is left unbroken?
2619	What shadows creep across the face That shines with morning light?
2619	What shall I call thee?
2619	What shall preserve thee, beautiful child?
2619	What strange disguise hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone?
2619	What tenderness of archangels In silver, thrilling syllables Pursued thee, or what dulcet hymn Low- chanted by the cherubim?
2619	What the anvil?
2619	What the hammer?
2619	What the hand dare seize the fire?
2619	What then?
2619	What thing to thee can mischief do?
2619	What think you of the light of the sun?
2619	What though the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves Around thy base, no longer pause and press?
2619	What though, about thy rim, Scull- things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress?
2619	What toil must stain these tiny hands That now lie still and white?
2619	What will you give me, sleepy one, and call My wages, if I settle you all right?
2619	What will you more we say?
2619	What woman''s happier life repays Her for those months of wretched days?
2619	What?
2619	Whatna noise is that I hear Coomin''doon the street?
2619	When all these tyrants rest, and thou Art warring with the mighty dead?
2619	When he walked forth the folks would roar,"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, Why do n''t you think to shut the door?"
2619	When joys have lost their bloom and breath, And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death, Feel we its tide more rapid?
2619	When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see?
2619	When we went with the winds in their blowing, When Nature and we were peers, And we seemed to share in the flowing Of the inexhaustible years?
2619	When will you pay me?
2619	When youth had flown did hope still bless Thy goings-- or the cheerfulness Of innocence survive to mitigate distress?
2619	Whence that three- cornered smile of bliss?
2619	Where Do Fairies Hide Their Heads?"
2619	Where did you get that little tear?
2619	Where did you get this pearly ear?
2619	Where did you get those arms and hands?
2619	Where did you get those eyes so blue?
2619	Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
2619	Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?
2619	While sunshine children are at play?
2619	Whither vanished?
2619	Who can foretell for what high cause This darling of the gods was born?
2619	Who can tell How he fares, or answer well What the little one has found Since he left us, outward bound?
2619	Who can tell what a baby thinks?
2619	Who can tell?"
2619	Who caught his blood?
2619	Who has seen the wind?
2619	Who has seen the wind?
2619	Who knows the solemn laws of fate, That govern all creation?
2619	Who knows what lot awaits your boy-- Of happiness or sorrow?
2619	Who saw him die?
2619	Who''ll be chief mourner?
2619	Who''ll be the clerk?
2619	Who''ll be the parson?
2619	Who''ll bear the pall?
2619	Who''ll bear the torch?
2619	Who''ll carry his coffin?
2619	Who''ll dig his grave?
2619	Who''ll make his shroud?
2619	Who''ll sing his dirge?
2619	Who''ll toll the bell?
2619	Whom hast thou pitied, and whom forgiven?
2619	Why do I feel so tired each night, Mother, mother?
2619	Why do I pick the threads all day, Mother, mother?
2619	Why do the birds sing in the sun, Mother, mother?
2619	Why should I sleep till beams of morn Their light and glory shed?
2619	Why should love bring naught but sorrow, I wonder?
2619	Why, why dost thou weep, dear?
2619	Will e''er that tiny Sybarite Become an author noted?
2619	Will no one tell me what she sings?
2619	Will nobody guess?
2619	Will that smooth brow o''er Hansard frown, Confused by lore statistic?
2619	Will they go stumbling blindly in the darkness Of Sorrow''s tearful shades?
2619	Will they go toiling up Ambition''s summit, The common world above?
2619	Will yonder dainty dimpled hand-- Size, nothing and a quarter-- E''er grasp a saber, lead a band To glory and to slaughter?
2619	Will you awake him?
2619	William Blake[ 1757- 1827] ANSWER TO A CHILD''S QUESTION Do you ask what the birds say?
2619	William Blake[ 1757- 1827] BABY From"At the Back of the North Wind"Where did you come from, baby dear?
2619	William Blake[ 1757- 1827] LITTLE RAINDROPS Oh, where do you come from, You little drops of rain, Pitter patter, pitter patter, Down the window- pane?
2619	William Blake[ 1757- 1827] LULLABY Baloo, loo, lammy, now baloo, my dear, Does wee lammy ken that its daddy''s no here?
2619	William Blake[ 1757- 1827] NIKOLINA O tell me, little children, have you seen her-- The tiny maid from Norway, Nikolina?
2619	William Makepeace Thackeray[ 1811- 1863] AULD LANG SYNE Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
2619	William Thom[ 1798?-1848] THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years?
2619	Wilt thou be mine?
2619	Wilt thou heed thine armor well-- To take his hand from Gabriel, So his radiant cup of dream May not spill a gleam?
2619	With pure heart newly stamped from nature''s mint,( Where did he learn that squint?)
2619	With what unimagined mates to play?
2619	Without thee what were life?
2619	XI"How?"
2619	Yet whilst with sorrow here we live oppressed, What life is best?
2619	You bird of beauty and love, Why behave like a goose?
2619	You hope, because you''re old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease?
2619	You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face?
2619	You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he, Or make it day or night?
2619	You think for one white streak we grow At once satiric?
2619	You threaten us, fellow?
2619	and what''s the matter now?"
2619	are the children home?"
2619	are ye comin''ben?
2619	burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
2619	burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
2619	cried the Mayor,"d''ye think I brook Being worse treated than a Cook?
2619	did you leave celestial bliss To bless us with a daughter''s kiss?
2619	does not the baby this way bring, To lay beside this severed curl, Some starry offering Of chrysolite or pearl?
2619	dost thou arm when now This bold rebellious race are fled?
2619	has it come?
2619	little brown brother, Are you awake in the dark?
2619	little brown brother, What kind of flower will you be?
2619	not content with seas and skies, With rainy clouds and southern wind, With common cares and faces kind, With pains and joys each morning brought?
2619	questioned she-- Her laughing lips and eager eyes All in a sparkle of surprise--"And shall your little Madchen see?"
2619	quoth he--"What''s your name?
2619	such a lot of beds in the ward?"
2619	the unseen?
2619	through their wings?
2619	what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry?
2619	what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
2619	what shall I do?
2619	what signifies a pin, Wedged in a rotten board?
2619	what the chain?
2619	where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?
2619	who may read the future?
2619	whom should I see Within, save ever only thee?
2619	why did I roam where the elfins ride, Their glimmering steps to follow?
2619	you really fancy so?
2619	you''re a sun- flower?
6652	''Tis Hercules,replies the shrinking peer;"Strong fellow, hey, my lord?
6652	( Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine? 6652 And hast thou nerve enough?"
6652	And what can a lone woman do? 6652 And yet you got no shares,"Says Jim,"for all your boast;""I WOULD have wrote,"says Jack,"but where Was the penny to pay the post?"
6652	Are we restricted to the Row And from the footpath?
6652	Besides-- why could you not for drizzle pray? 6652 Bolt?"
6652	But if he should Turn out a thankless ne''er- do- good,-- In drink and riot waste my all, And rout me out of house and hall?
6652	But then the risk? 6652 D''ye hunt!--hae, hunt?
6652	Do n''t I, just?
6652	Do n''t I, just?
6652	Do you see any think green in me?
6652	For private drivers, at request, It is SIR RICHARD MAYNE''S behest That we shall move, I understand?
6652	Grains, grains,said majesty,"to fill their crops?
6652	Hey? 6652 Is it that for evenings wasted Some remorse thou''gin''st to feel?
6652	Maiden, why that look of sadness? 6652 Mrs. Roney, O Mrs. Roney, I feel very ill; Will you jest step to the doctor''s for to fetch me a pill?"
6652	Must our companions be resigned, We to the Rank alone confined?
6652	Ned drives about in buggies, Tom sometimes takes a''bus; Ah, cruel fate, why made you My children differ thus? 6652 Nor may we breathe the fragrant weed?"
6652	Now is it not?
6652	Now, sire, pray take it out--quoth she, With an arch smile,--But what did he?
6652	Now, tell me, WILLIAM, can it be, That MAYNE has issued a decree, Severe and stern, against us, planned Of comfort to deprive our Stand?
6652	Oh, my Helen, thou bright wonder, Who was ever like to thee? 6652 On what occasion?"
6652	Poor verger, verger, hey?
6652	Pray, pray, my lord, who''s that big fellow there?
6652	Pray, why does the great Captain''s nose Resemble Venice?
6652	Proud heedless fool,the parent cried;"Know''st thou the penalty of pride?
6652	Shall we then be disunited?
6652	Such, I believe, IS the command"Of all remains of food and drink Left by our animals I think, We are required to clear the ground?
6652	The boards of Drury you and I have trod Full many a time together, I am sure--"When?
6652	Thus strictly why are we pursued?
6652	Too late?
6652	Was it the squire, for killing of his game? 6652 What is''t,"says he,"your majesty Would wish of me to- day?"
6652	What means the man by treating people so?
6652	Wherefore starts my bosom''s lord? 6652 Whitbread, d''ye keep a coach, or job one, pray?
6652	Will the Boa bolt the blanket? 6652 Will you old this baby, please, vilst I step and see?"
6652	''Pray who is this whom I should not like to meet?''
6652	''Tis mine I what accents can my joy declare?
6652	''Tis true that she has lovely locks, That on her shoulders fall; What would they say to see the box In which she keeps them all?
6652	''What have you already written?''
6652	( Are those torn clothes his best?)
6652	( We know such Boas and rabbits, Know we not?)
6652	-- That very queer sound?-- Does it come from the ground?
6652	--"Sprout,"quoth the man;"what''s this you tell us?
6652	--"Why, so it is, father-- whose wife shall I take?"
6652	A PATRIOTE So noble, who could e''er suspect Had just put on a long- tail''d coat?
6652	A PRETTY thing for you to jeer-- Have n''t YOU, too, got a long- tail''d coat?
6652	A fireman, and afraid of bumps!-- What are they fear''d on?
6652	A flippant petit maitre skipping by, Stepped up to him and checked him for his cry--"Bohl"quoth the German,"an''t I''pon de wheel?
6652	A frightful mug of human delf?
6652	A leaden- platter ready for the shelf?
6652	A spirit- bottle-- empty of"the cratur"?
6652	A thunderstruck dumb- waiter?
6652	Ah me ve ara silicet, Vi laudu vimin thus?
6652	Ah, no-- I thank thee, Muse-- That hint--''tis a finger- post, And"he that runs may read"-- He that runs?
6652	Ah, what a sight was that?
6652	Amid the unknown depths where dost thou dwell?
6652	And LL.D.?
6652	And do you ask me,"What is pleasure?"
6652	And does not Pocock, feeling, like a peacock, All eyes upon him, turn to very meacock?
6652	And how was SMITH?
6652	And if"he knew any just cause or impediment?"
6652	And in a congregation pray, No less than Chancery, for pay?
6652	And is it the correct hypothesis That thou of gills or lungs dost breathe by way?
6652	And tell me why should bodily Succumb to mental meat?
6652	And then men mark and deduce Differently"THE BLANKET IS ENGLAND: THE BOA THE POPE, WILL THE POPE DISGORGE HIS BULL?"
6652	And was not Bernard his own Nervous Man?
6652	And what did he do with his deadly darts, This goblin of grisly bone?
6652	And where''s my aunt?
6652	And where''s the Blanket?
6652	Are they not such another sight, When met upon a birth- day night?
6652	Are we not, indeed,"I cried,"All the world to one another?"
6652	Art thou a giant adder, or huge asp, And hast thou got a rattle at thy tail?
6652	Art thou alone, thou serpent, on the brine, The sole surviving member of thy race?
6652	Art thou, indeed, a serpent and no sham?
6652	Ask me, What''s the kind of poem?
6652	At whom did Leo struggle to get loose?
6652	Away we went in chaise- and- four, As fast as grinning boys could flog-- What d''ye think of that my cat?
6652	B''allow''d to pray upon conditions, As well as suitors in petitions?
6652	BLACKWOOD''S MAGAZINE And do you ask me,"What is LIFE?"
6652	Barbarians must we always be?
6652	But I am not running-- I am riding-- How came I here?--what am I riding on?
6652	But WHAT, Dolly, what is the gay orange- grove, Or gold fishes, to her that''s in search of her love?
6652	But deer have horns: how must I keep her under?
6652	But if she bang again, still should I bang her?
6652	But tell me, nymphs, what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
6652	But what can glad me when she''s laid on bier?
6652	But while I''m speaking, where''s papa?
6652	But with the others, what to do Is more than I can tell-- can you?"
6652	But would you make our bosoms bleed, And of no common pang complain?
6652	But, Thomas Warton, without joking, Art thou, or art thou not, thy sovereign smoking?
6652	But, Whitbread, what''s o''clock, pray, what''s o''clock?"
6652	But, guv''ner, wot can this''ere be?-- The fare of a himperial carridge?
6652	Ca n''t no one tell?
6652	Ca n''t you discover Me as a lover?]
6652	Cab to the Moon, sir?
6652	Call that my fare for drivin yer a mile?
6652	Can he, who knows that real good should please Barter for gold his liberty and ease?"
6652	Can it be a cabbage?
6652	Can stoutest buckram''s triple fold keep in, The ODOR LUCRI-- the strong scent of TIN?
6652	Canst thou gulp a shoal Of herrings?
6652	Cantu disco ver Meas alo ver?
6652	Cash she could keep, in many a secret nook-- But where to stow away JAMES TAYLOR''S book?
6652	Clouds weep, as they do, without pain And what are tears but women''s rain?
6652	Come, gently steal my lips along, And let your lips in murmurs move Ah, no!--again-- that kiss was wrong How can you be so dull, my love?
6652	Could I believe my ears?
6652	D''ye think I care for the blessed Bench?-- From Temple Bar to Charing Cross?
6652	D''ye tink my nerfs and bons ca n''t feel?"
6652	Das Haus mit sieben Gabbles?
6652	Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin- man''s shop?
6652	Death heeds not howls nor dripping eyes; And what are sighs and tears but wind and water, That show the leakiness of feeble nature?
6652	Did Lord Glengall not frame a mental prayer, Wishing devoutly he was Lord knows where?
6652	Did Rodwell, on his chimney- piece, desire Or not to take a jump into the fire?
6652	Did Wade feel as composed as music can?
6652	Did ever lady in this land Ave greater sons than she?
6652	Did none attempt, before he fell, To succor one they loved so well?
6652	Did she think of TIPPOO SAIB''S Tiger''s Head?
6652	Did some rich man tyrannically use you?
6652	Didst mark, how toiled the busy train, From morn to eve, till Drury Lane Leaped like a roebuck from the plain?
6652	Dost thou ask her crime?
6652	Dost thou ask his crime?
6652	Dost thou think my flesh is double Glo''ster?
6652	Doth punning Peake not sit upon the points Of his own jokes, and shake in all his joints, During their trial?
6652	Doubts, though subdued, will oft recur again-- A serpent of the visionary kind, Proceeding from the grog- oppressed brain?
6652	Down they squatted[ 15] them together,"Lovely Joan,"said Colin bold,"Tell me, on thy davy,[ 16] whether Thou dost dear thy Colin hold?"
6652	Each Statue, too, of Pitt turn''d up the point Of its proboscis-- was that out of joint?
6652	Echo, I ween, will in the woods reply, And quaintly answer questions: shall I try?
6652	Filter, the most may admire thee, though not I; And thou, right guiltless, may''st plead to it, why?
6652	For his merits, would you know''em?
6652	For what can tears avail, and piteous sighs?
6652	For who can tell at what they aim?
6652	Good MRS. JONES was of a scraggy make; But when did woman vanity forsake?
6652	Grains, grains?--that comes from hops-- yes, hops, hops?
6652	Great news?
6652	Hae, Whitbread, when d''ye think to leave off trade?
6652	Hae, Whitbread?
6652	Hae?
6652	Hae?
6652	Hast thou a forked tongue-- and dost thou hiss If ever thou art bored with Ocean''s play?
6652	Hath not Henry Wadsworth writ it?
6652	Hath not PUNCH commanded"Buy it?"
6652	Have you not read Mr. TOULMIN SMITH''S great work on Centralization?
6652	He call''d her aside, and began to chide, For what dost thou here?
6652	He''s steady, knows his business well, What do you think?"
6652	Her hair is almost gray; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring- like way?
6652	Her taper fingers, it is true,''Twere difficult to match: What would they say if they but knew How terribly they scratch?
6652	Here lies Johnny Pidgeon; What was his religion?
6652	Heu sed heu vix en imago, My missis mare sta; O cantu redit in mihi Hibernas arida?
6652	Hit in the vind!--I''m chokin-- give us air-- My fare?
6652	How are you, JONES?
6652	How can she lay her glasses down, And say she reads as well, When, through a double convex lens, She just makes out to spell?
6652	How could I more enhance its fame?
6652	How could they in such weather?"
6652	How expiate with prayer or psalm, Deaf ear, blind eye, and folded palm?
6652	How many Mammoths crumbled into mold?
6652	How old may Phillis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages?
6652	How shall I e''er my woes reveal?
6652	How shall I please her, who ne''er loved before?
6652	How shall he act?
6652	How stands the case now?
6652	How then was the Devil drest?
6652	How was it I got that kick o''the''ed?
6652	How was it likely that he could recollect every little atom out of the innumerable atoms his pen had heaped up?
6652	I could brave the bolts of angry Jove, When ceaseless lightnings fire the midnight skies; What is HIS WRATH to that of HER I love?
6652	I do confess, in many a sigh, My lips have breath''d you many a lie, And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them for a lie or two?
6652	I give a shilling?
6652	I got the cash from grandmamma( Her gentle heart my woes could feel), But where I went, and what I saw, What matters?
6652	I hear, I hear, You''re of an ancient family-- renowned-- What?
6652	I love thee yet Can only Lethe teach me to forget?
6652	I pace my chambers up and down, Reiterating"Where is HE?"
6652	I see a coach!-- Is it a coach?
6652	I should answer, I should tell you, You may wish that you may get it-- Do n''t you wish that you may get it?
6652	I will not ask if thou canst touch The tuneful ivory key?
6652	I wondered more and more: Says one--"Good friend of mine, How many shares have you wrote for In the Diddlesee Junction line?"
6652	I''LL NOT BE QUIET; HOW DARE YOU CALL MY SERENADE A RIOT?
6652	I''m told that you''re a limb Of Pym, the famous fellow Pym: What Whitbread, is it true what people say?
6652	If Boas will bolt Blankets, Boas must: If Snakes will rush upon their end, why not?"
6652	If I could clutch thee-- in a giant''s grip-- Could I retain thee in that grasp sublime?
6652	If not profanation, it''s''coming it strong,''And I really consider it all very wrong.----Pray, to whom does this property now belong?"
6652	If of the Boa species, couldst thou clasp Within thy fold, and suffocate, a whale?
6652	If she be wind, what stills her when she blows?
6652	If such a calculation may be made, Thine age at what a figure may we take?
6652	If such sweet sounds ca n''t woo you to religion, Will the harsh voices of church cads and touters?
6652	If you ask me, What this memory Hath to do with Hiawatha, And the poem which I speak of?
6652	If you should ask, what pleases best?
6652	In garden- silks, brocades, and laces?
6652	In haste, with imprecations dire, I threw the volume in the fire; When( who could think?)
6652	In space, or out of space?
6652	Is it a tenant of the anguish''d mind?
6652	Is it because the absent rose Has gone to paint her husband''s nose?
6652	Is it envy, hate, Or jealousy more cruel than the grave, With all the attendants that upon it wait And make the victim now despair, now rave?
6652	Is it my income''s small amount That leads to hesitation?
6652	Is it that by impulse sudden Childhood''s hours thou paus''st to mourn?
6652	Is no poppy- syrup nigh?
6652	Is that a swan that rides upon the water?
6652	Is there no brother, sister, wife, of thine, But thou alone, afloat on Ocean''s face?
6652	Is there no cheaper stuff?
6652	Is there no way to moderate her anger?
6652	Is''t a corpse stuck up for show, Galvanized at times to go With the Scripture in connection, New proof of the resurrection?
6652	JAMES SMITH My pensive Public, wherefore look you sad?
6652	Job, job, that''s cheapest; yes, that''s best, that''s best You put your liveries on the draymen- hee?
6652	Knight or a baronet, my lord?
6652	Knows he the titillating joy Which my nose knows?
6652	Last night I had a curious dream, Miss Susan Bates was Mistress Mogg-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	Lastly, do n''t Farley, a bewildered elf, Quake at the Pantomime he loves to cater, And ere its changes ring transform himself?
6652	Lisette has lost her wanton wiles-- What secret care consumes her youth, And circumscribes her smiles?-- A SPECK ON A FRONT TOOTH?
6652	Lord John he next elights; And who comes here in haste?
6652	Lord, what is she that can so turn and wind?
6652	MOP, MOP it once a week?"
6652	Man, woman or child-- a dog or a mouse?
6652	Men dying make their wills-- but wives Escape a work so sad; Why should they make what all their lives The gentle dames have had?
6652	Mine?
6652	Miss Whitbread''s still a maid, a maid?
6652	Must true affection file a bill The secret to discover?
6652	My Susan learned to use her tongue; Her mother had such wretched health, She sat and croaked like any frog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	My bouquet is rejected; let it be: For what am I to you, or you to me?
6652	My fare?
6652	My fare?
6652	My heart is weary, my peace is gone, How shall I e''er my woes reveal?
6652	My heart is weary, my peace is gone, How shall I e''er my woes reveal?
6652	My heart is weary, my peace is gone, How shall I e''er my woes reveal?
6652	My life was like a London fog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	My mother laughed; I soon found out That ancient ladies have no feeling; My father frown''d; but how should gout Find any happiness in kneeling?
6652	Nature soon will stupefy-- My nerves relax-- my eyes grow dim-- Who''s that fallen-- me or him?"
6652	Nay, dearest Anna, why so grave?
6652	No further seek his frailties to disclose: For many of his sins should share the load: While he kept rising, who asked how he rose?
6652	No more with a consenting brief Shall I politely bow my head; Where shall I run to hide my grief?
6652	No sound-- good gracious!--what was that?
6652	Nota bene-- our love to all neighbors about-- Your papa in particular-- how is his gout?
6652	Now canst thou tell me what was that which led Athenian Theseus into labyrinth dread?
6652	Now did his majesty so gracious say To Mr. Whitbread, in his flying way,"Whitbread, d''ye nick the excisemen now and then?
6652	Now, hear me-- this stranger-- it may be mere folly-- But WHO do you think we all think it is, Dolly?
6652	Now, really, this appears the common case Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday-- But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy?
6652	Now, what had been the consequence?
6652	Now, wherefore not?"
6652	O what is the reason, dear Dolly?
6652	O, Nelly Gray Is this your love so warm?
6652	Of yore, in Old England, it was not thought good, To carry two visages under one hood: What should folks say to YOU?
6652	Oh what do you think?
6652	Oh!--by the way-- have you seen THOMSON lately?
6652	On whom did Llama spit in utter loathing?
6652	One of my making?--what, my lord, my making?"
6652	Or are you, at once, each live thing in the house?
6652	Or did the Kentish Plumtree faint to note The Pelicans presenting bills on Sunday?-- But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy?
6652	Or haply, to that--RARA AVIS,--That has--"Tried WARREN''S?"
6652	Or hast thou the gorge and room To bolt fat porpoises and dolphins, whole, By dozens, e''en as oysters we consume?
6652	Or hath that sham champagne we tasted Turned thy polka to a reel?
6652	Or hath thy cruel EDWIN trodden Right upon thy favorite corn?
6652	Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit?
6652	Or sprung-- sprung?
6652	Or the attorney?
6652	Or till half- price, to save his shilling, wait, And gain his hat again at half- past eight?
6652	Or why should Pi- ra, Beta Pi- ra, Pi- c, Be all the pie we eat?
6652	Or, art thou but a serpent of the mind?
6652	Or, if no serpent, a prodigious eel, An entity, though modified by flam, A basking shark, or monstrous kind of seal?
6652	Or, stuff''d with phlegm up to the throat What poet e''er could sing a note?
6652	PART SECOND*** Again upon the road The road to where?
6652	Pay at the gallery- door Two shillings for what cost, when new, but four?
6652	Peter, pray What to the devil shall I sing or say?"
6652	Polkam jungere, Virgo, vis, Will you join the polka, miss?
6652	Poor Tompkinson was snubbed and huffed, She could not bear that Mister Blogg-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	QUEST.-Why is a Pump like Viscount CASTLEREAGH?
6652	Quoth David to Daniel--"Why is it these scholars Abuse one another whenever they speak?"
6652	Reader, didst ever see a water- spout?
6652	Recollect wut fun we he d, you''n I an''Ezry Hollis, Up there to Waltham plain last fall, ahavin''the Cornwallis?
6652	Said his Highness to NED, with that grim face of his,"Why refuse us the VETO, dear Catholic NEDDY?"
6652	Say which enjoys the greater blisses, John, who Dorinda''s picture kisses, Or Tom, his friend, the favor''d elf, Who kisses fair Dorinda''s self?
6652	Say, BESSY dearest, if you will Accept me as a lover?
6652	Say, shall I to yon Flemish church, And at a Popish altar kneel?
6652	Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol,( A Fly upon the chariot pole Cries out), what Blue- bottle alive Did ever with such fury drive?
6652	Say, what can keep her chaste whom I adore?
6652	Say, why these Babel strains from Babel tongues?
6652	Says Sphinx, on this depends your fate; Tell me what animal is that Which has four feet at morning bright, Has two at noon and three at night?
6652	Scales hast thou got, of course-- but what''s thy weight?
6652	Sea- Serpent, art thou venomous or not?
6652	See yonder goes old Mendax, telling lies To that good easy man with whom he''s walking; How know I that?
6652	Seedy Cab- driver, whither art thou going?
6652	Shall any force of fasts atone For years of duty left undone?
6652	Shall they compete with him who wrote"Maltravers,"Prologue to"Alice or the Mysteries?"
6652	Shall we meet again?
6652	She did NOT see the Unicorn; but( With her gracious habits of condescension) Did she think of him a bit the less?
6652	She forced me to resign my club, Lay down my pipe, retrench my grog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	She had a tabby of her own,-- A snappish mongrel christened Grog,-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	She wished to know if I admiawd EVA, which quite confounded me; And then haw Ladyship inqwaw''d Whethaw A did''nt hate LEGWEE?
6652	Should you ask me, By what story, By what action, plot, or fiction, All these matters are connected?
6652	Should you ask me, Is there music In the structure of the verses, In the names and in the phrases?
6652	Should you ask me, What''s its nature?
6652	Some faults we own; but can you guess?
6652	Son of a round- head are you?
6652	Stand forth, arch deceiver, and tell us in truth, Are you handsome or ugly, in age or in youth?
6652	Step up an''take a nipper, sir; I''m dreffle glad to see ye;"But now it''s"Ware''s my eppylet?
6652	Still coy, and still reluctant?
6652	Still he stares-- I wonder why, Why are not the sons of earth Blind, like puppies, from their birth?"
6652	Still that gloom upon each feature?
6652	Still that sad reproachful frown?"
6652	Suppose he goes to France-- can he Sit down at any table d''hote, With any sort of decency, Unless he''s got a long- tail''d coat?
6652	Sweetheart say, When shall we monarchs be?
6652	Tell Belzebub, great father, tell( Says t''other, perch''d upon the wheel), Did ever any mortal Fly Raise such a cloud of dust as I?
6652	Tell me, Knife- grinder, how came you to grind knives?
6652	Tell me, what is amiss with thee?
6652	Thank you, very well; And you, I hope are well?
6652	That of Mud- Python, by APOLLO shot, And mentioned-- rather often-- by CARLYLE?
6652	That''s the way I used to soap the Chapling-- Cos vy?
6652	The BOA AND THE B----, like new- found star, Is mine no longer; but the world''s!-- Tell me, how have I sung it?
6652	The Dove, the winged Columbus of man''s haven?
6652	The Kangaroo-- is he not orthodox To bend his legs, the way he does, in kneeling?
6652	The Pelican whose bosom feeds her young?
6652	The Pill- maker?
6652	The Snake, pro tempore, the true Satanic?
6652	The chill of fear that crept through TAYLOR''S bones?
6652	The king can do no wrong?
6652	The poker hardly seemed my own, I might as well have been a log-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	The punctual Crane-- the providential Raven?
6652	The sun bursts out in furious blaze, I perspirate from head to heel; I''d like to hire a one- horse chaise; How can I, without cash, at Lille?
6652	The tender Love- Bird-- or the filial Stork?
6652	The van-- the hand- cuffs-- and the prison cell Where pined JAMES TAYLOR-- wherefore pause to tell?
6652	Then Mrs. Lily, the nuss, Toward them steps with joy; Say the brave old Duke,"Come tell to us Is it a gal or a boy?"
6652	Then teach me, Echo, how shall I come by her?
6652	Then, first to come, and last to go, There always was a Captain Hogg-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	Then, wherefore Are ye so cheerful?
6652	There, Thomas, didst thou never see(''Tis but by way of simile) A squirrel spend his little rage, In jumping round a rolling cage?
6652	They walk''d and eat, good folks: what then?
6652	Think you I nothing like but straw?
6652	Thirtieth of January do n''t you FEED?
6652	This journal of folly''s an emblem of me; But what book shall we find emblematic of thee?
6652	This, with a vengeance, was mistaking?
6652	Those eyes,--among thine elder friends Perhaps they pass for blue;-- No matter,--if a man can see, What more have eyes to do?
6652	Thou turn''st away, in scorn of sway, To bless a younger son-- But when we live in lodgings, say, Wilt sew his buttons on?"
6652	Though certain omens oft forewarn a state, And dying lions show the monarch''s fate, Why should such fears bid Celia''s sorrow rise?
6652	Thought she of one of her own Arms?
6652	Thus, by Muscovite barbarian, And by Fate, my life was crossed; Wonder ye I start at shadows?
6652	Thy willing thrall?
6652	To be Doctored?
6652	To effort hath it strung you?
6652	To see that carriage come The people round it press:"And is the galliant Duke at ome?"
6652	To stealing I can never come, To pawn my watch I''m too genteel, Besides, I left my watch at home; How could I pawn it, then, at Lille?
6652	Try the West End, he''s at your back-- Meets you, like Eurus, in the East-- You''re call''d upon for"How do, Jack?"
6652	Turns fell Hyena of the Ghoulish race?
6652	Vampyre, ghost, or ghoul, what is it?
6652	View on the subject?
6652	Vot his this''ere?
6652	WHAT''S THAT?
6652	WILT THOU SEW MY BUTTONS ON?"
6652	Was I sober or awake?
6652	Was ist dis oder book I see?
6652	Was it the squire?
6652	Was strict Sir Andrew, in his Sabbath coat, Struck all a- heap to see a Coati mundi?
6652	Was''t VENUS that the strange concealment planned, Or rather PLUTUS''S irreverent hand?
6652	Water for my burning brain?
6652	We dined at a tavern-- La, what do I say?
6652	Were charitable boxes handed round, And would not Guinea Pigs subscribe their guinea?
6652	Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her?
6652	What are the feelings of thy mother?
6652	What calls for papers to expose The waste of sugar- plums and rattles?
6652	What can there be upon the red- lined page That TOMKINS''s quick eye should so engage?
6652	What cared she for Medea''s pride Or Desdemona''s sorrow?
6652	What change comes o''er the spirit of the place, As if transmuted by some spell organic?
6652	What could this pore Doctor do, bein treated thus, When the darling baby woke, cryin for its nuss?
6652	What d''ye think of that my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What d''ye think of that, my dog?
6652	What dire offense have serious Fellows found To raise their spleen against the Regent''s spinney?
6652	What do they mean by it?
6652	What else?
6652	What error in the bestial birth or breeding, To put their tender fancies on the fret?
6652	What feature has repulsed the serious set?
6652	What fossil Saurians in thy time have been?
6652	What geologic periods hast thou seen, Long as the tail thou doubtless canst unfold?
6652	What greater stranger yet is he Who has four legs, then two, then three; Then loses one, then gets two more, And runs away at last on four?
6652	What hath stilled thy bounding gladness, Changed thy pace from fast to slow?
6652	What have they done?--those heavenly strains, Devoutly squeezed from canting brains, But filled John''s earthly breeches?
6652	What have we with day to do?
6652	What is his LIGHTNING to my Delia''s eyes?
6652	What is it I behold?
6652	What is that madness?
6652	What is the Regency in Tottenham- street, The Royal Amphitheater of Arts, Astley''s, Olympic, or the Sans Pareil, Compared with thee?
6652	What is thy diet?
6652	What is yon house with walls so thick, All girt around with guard and grille?
6652	What is''t Fine Grand, makes thee my friendship fly, Or take an Epigram so fearfully, As''t were a challenge, or a borrower''s letter?
6652	What makes you simper, then, and sneer?
6652	What most moves women when we them address?
6652	What must I do when women will be cross?
6652	What must I do when women will be kind?
6652	What must we do our passion to express?
6652	What see I on my table stand,-- A letter with a well- known seal?
6652	What sort of snake may be thy class and style?
6652	What spines, or spikes, or claws, or nails, or fin, Or paddle, Ocean- Serpent, dost thou bear?
6652	What the devil makes him cry?
6652	What''s cheapest meat to make a bullock fat?
6652	What''s next my dexterous little girl will do?
6652	What''s this they thrust into my hand?
6652	What''s your name, my beauty, tell me?
6652	What, what''s the matter with the men?
6652	What, what''s the price now, hee, of all your stock?
6652	What, what, sir?--hey, sir?"
6652	What?
6652	When GEORGE, alarm''d for England''s creed, Turn''d out the last Whig ministry, And men ask''d-- who advised the deed?
6652	When bought, no question I shall be her dear?
6652	When first the granite mountain- stones were laid, Wast thou not present there and then, old Snake?
6652	When shall we hear agen of such a thing?
6652	Whence comes it that, in Clara''s face, The lily only has its place?
6652	Whence that dark o''erclouded brow?
6652	Whence the rosy hue thou wearest, Breathing round thee rich perfume?"
6652	Where am I?
6652	Where is Cupid''s crimson motion?
6652	Where was I?
6652	Where''s Jack?
6652	Wherefore should not we Agree to form a Johnsonate of Briggs?
6652	Whereon is sinful fantasy to work?
6652	Which is of greater value, prythee, say, The Bride or Bridegroom?--must the truth be told?
6652	While we could reap, what cared we how he sowed?
6652	Whither away?
6652	Whither whirlest thou thy thrall?
6652	Who absurdly buys Fruit not worth the baking?
6652	Who am I?
6652	Who are my fellow- passengers?
6652	Who can describe the wrath of MRS. JONES?
6652	Who has been hissed by the Canadian Goose?
6652	Who mourns through Monkey- tricks his damaged clothing?
6652	Who respects a shopman''s till?
6652	Who shall describe her anguish-- her remorse?
6652	Who was this master good Of whomb I makes these rhymes?
6652	Who wastes crust on pies That do not pay for making?
6652	Who would burst a goldsmith''s door, Shoot a dun, or sack a store?
6652	Who would pay a tailor''s bill?
6652	Who''s afraid a child to kill?
6652	Why came I not by Lille?
6652	Why do I groan in deep despair, Since she''ll be soon an angel fair?
6652	Why do the gods indulge our store, But to secure our rest?
6652	Why force it down in BUCKETS on the hay?
6652	Why make of Tom a DULLARD, And Ned a GENIUS?"
6652	Why should he longer mince the matter?
6652	Why should not piety be made, As well as equity, a trade, And men get money by devotion, As well as making of a motion?
6652	Why should we?
6652	Why this anguish in thine eye?
6652	Why will the simple world expect wise things From lofty folk, particularly kings?
6652	Wild hunters in pursuit of fame?
6652	Will not he be a hundred and twenty?
6652	Will the blanket choke the Boa?"
6652	Wilt thou that naughty, fluttering heart resign?
6652	With a gracious air, and a smiling look, Mess John had open''d his awful book, And had read so far as to ask if to we d he meant?
6652	With fifteen thousand pounds a- year, Do you complain, you can not bear An ill, you may so soon retrieve?
6652	With note akin that immortal bard The snow- white Swan of Avon?
6652	With pure heart newly stamped from Nature''s mint--( Where did he learn that squint?)
6652	With sister Belle she could n''t part, But all MY ties had leave to jog-- What d''ye think of that, my cat?
6652	With what note?
6652	Wot did yer say, sir, wot did yer say?
6652	Wot makes yer smile?
6652	Wot''s this I''ve got?
6652	Wot''s this''ere, sir?
6652	Wot''s this?--wot hever is this''ere?
6652	Would not horse- aloes bitter it as well?
6652	Would_ I_ have played with YOUR hay such a freak?
6652	Wouldst thou not quickly through my fingers slip, Being all over glazed with fishy slime?
6652	Ye politicians, tell me, pray, Why thus with woe and care rent?
6652	Yet it has wheels-- Wheels within wheels-- and on the box A driver, and a cad behind, And Horses-- Horses?-- Bethink thee-- Worm!-- Are they Horses?
6652	You call yerself a gentleman?
6652	You were going to speak?
6652	Your taste in architect, you know, Hath been admired by friend and foe: But can your earthly domes compare With all my castles-- in the air?
6652	[ Meadows turns suddenly round, Your pardon, sir; Is this, the way to Newgate?
6652	and how are you?
6652	and where''s mamma?
6652	and which the day?
6652	are they?
6652	beneath your royal notice, sir,"Replied Lord Pembroke--"Sir, my lord, stir, stir; Let''s see them all, all, all, all, every thing,"Who''s this?
6652	bloody news?
6652	can my pigs compare, sire, with pigs royal?"
6652	cried JAMES,"how very hard And are we, too, from beer debarred?"
6652	dame Nature cried to Death, As Willie drew his latest breath; You have my choicest model ta''en; How shall I make a fool again?
6652	did you though, indeed?
6652	do you say?
6652	for which I make apology) But that the Papists, like some Fellows, thus Had somehow mixed up Deus with their Theology?
6652	hae, hae?
6652	hae?
6652	hae?
6652	hae?
6652	hae?
6652	hast thou a thimble in thy gear?
6652	higher still?)
6652	hops?"
6652	how should monarchs know The natural history of mops and churches?
6652	how,"said the Cook,"can I this think of grilling, When common the pepper?
6652	is thy pain?
6652	love no more?
6652	or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining?
6652	or parson of the parish?
6652	or that race Lower than Horses, but with longer ears And less intelligence-- In fact--"EQUI ASINI,"Or in vernacular JACKASSES?
6652	parson, you''re a fool, one might suppose-- Was not the field just underneath your NOSE?
6652	quoth Hodge, with wond''ring eyes, And voice not much unlike an Indian yell;"What were they made for then, you dog?"
6652	quoth I,"he''s d- r- u- n- K"Then thus to him--"Were it not better, far, You were a little s- o- b- e- R?
6652	resumed the bibliopolist,''you are learned, are you?
6652	say, wilt thou, of queenly brow, Still sew my buttons on?
6652	shall we not say thou art LOVE''S DUODECIMO?
6652	she falter''d,"from the gov''nor?
6652	strong fellow, hey?
6652	the pleasure thence which flows?
6652	then you wo n''t accept it, wo nt you?
6652	verger!--you the verger?--hey?"
6652	was the warning cry of the Austrian sentinel To one whose little knapsack bore the books he loved so well"Thev must not pass?
6652	what are showers to HIM?
6652	what are they to love''s sensations?
6652	what can tombs avail, since these disgorge The blood and dust of both to mold a George?
6652	what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion?
6652	what madness could impel So RUM a FLAT to face so PRIME a SWELL?
6652	what''s that uproar?
6652	what''s that?
6652	what''s that?"
6652	what''s this?
6652	what, what''s the price of country butter?"
6652	what?
6652	what?
6652	what?
6652	what?
6652	where doth it dwell?
6652	where must needy poet seek for aid, When dust and rain at once his coat invade?
6652	whither are you going?
6652	who does not envy those rude little devils, That hold her, and hug her, and keep her from heaven?
6652	who''s this?--who''s this fine fellow here?
6652	why my bosom smite?
6652	why this alter''d vow?
6652	why this for Cobb was only SPORT: What doth Cobb own that any rain can HURT?"
6652	why was it so?
6652	wilt thou be mine?
6652	wilt thou sew my buttons on, When gayer scenes recall That fairy face, that stately grace, To reign amid the ball?
6652	with an oath, cried Garrick--"for by G-- I never saw that face of yours before!-- What characters, I pray, Did you and I together play?"
6652	with such leathern lungs?
6652	wot''s this''ere?
6652	would you have him sport a chin Like Colonel Stanhope, or that goat O''German Mahon, ere begin To figure in a long- tail''d coat?
45760	''Tis fair, ah!--- but keepest thou Not me depriven Of some one-- somewhere-- who needeth most me? 45760 Freedom is better than love?"
45760	Glad it is ended,are you?
45760	Immortal?
45760	No young in the nest, no mate, no duty?
45760	The mother of him at the window looks out thro''the lattice to listen-- Why roll not the wheels of his chariot? 45760 _ But, all unasked, we''re hither hurried Whence?
45760	_ Then, strange, is''t not? 45760 ''Tis of the Saracens? 45760 ''Tis you? 45760 ''Twas not his trumpet? 45760 ( DAVID_ shrinks._) You desperately breathe and pale at last? 45760 ( JUDITH_ glides in._)(_ To her._) Why are you here? 45760 ( VITTIA_ advances inquiringly._) What is beyond this shame upon Yolanda? 45760 ( VITTIA_ enters unnoted._) Of whom?--Of whom, and what? 45760 ( VITTIA_ laughs and goes._) But you, mother, are come at last to say Your promises, broken two days, are kept? 45760 (_ A pause._) Does she not see lightnings now in Amaury, Plunging for truth? 45760 (_ A pause._)_ Amaury._ How? 45760 (_ All have gone._) Shall I not play to him? 45760 (_ Bends to it._)_ Abiathar._ And-- why? 45760 (_ Conceals her face in her hair._)_ David._ Who crieth here? 45760 (_ Dips dagger in._)_ Doeg._ You''ll stab him? 45760 (_ Entering with people of the palace._) Aye, is there none Galled of the sting, Will at the soul of Goliath run? 45760 (_ Flings down the sword in anguish._)_ Abiathar._ You will not come? 45760 (_ Follows_ SMARDA''S_ eye._) Of lord Amaury? 45760 (_ He searches her eyes._) Or than-- I may believe?--a miracle Of dew, were you a traveller upon The illimitable desert''s thirst? 45760 (_ He stares at her ardour._) Did no one say?... 45760 (_ He throws off the cloak._)_ Doeg._ Lured? 45760 (_ He turns away laughing._)_ Saul._ Why do you laugh? 45760 (_ His dagger out_) the murderer Of priestly sanctity and of my father? 45760 (_ Is held by_ MICHAL_ entering._) Woman, who are you, who? 45760 (_ Lifting her face, with surprise._) But how now? 45760 (_ Looks from one to the other._)_ Yolanda._ He comes here, mother? 45760 (_ Murmurs of astonishment._)_ Saul._ What mean you? 45760 (_ Overcome_) Pure as the rills of Paradise, endured? 45760 (_ Overjoyed._) Do you hear? 45760 (_ Puts them aside, takes sword, and goes to_ SAUL''S_ cave._)_ Abishai._ What will he do?... 45760 (_ Rage takes him._) In lying rags? 45760 (_ Reels._)_ Jonathan._ David, unhurt? 45760 (_ Saul''s hand drops._) Is this thy love, the love of Saul the king, Who once was kindlier than kindest are? 45760 (_ Sees_ SMARDA_ snarl._) Is it not so? 45760 (_ She goes to the porch._)_ Leah._ What shall we do? 45760 (_ She rends the parchment._)_ Mauria._ What are you doing? 45760 (_ She stands unaccountably moved._) Now are you Baal- bit? 45760 (_ Shrinking._) David? 45760 (_ Stepping out._) My lady? 45760 (_ Steps forth._) Futile and death? 45760 (_ Takes the papers._) Not these alone have brought you thus; then what? 45760 (_ The commotion sounds again._) For there is murmur misty of distress, What is it? 45760 (_ The wind passes._ ADAH_ enters from a chamber, rubbing her eyes._) Thou art awake? 45760 (_ The women leave._) Camarin-- you saw? 45760 (_ They face, opposed._) What have you told him? 45760 (_ They pose._ ISHUI_ entering sees them._ JUDITH_ sighs._)_ Ishui._ Now, timbrel- gaud, why gape you here? 45760 (_ They stop in mock awe before him._) What does he think of? 45760 (_ To a soldier re- entering from one cave._) Where is he? 45760 (_ Turns, and stares amazed._) A fool I am...._ Renier._ Where is my wife? 45760 (_ Watching, then springing to meet them as they reel in._) Abishai, what is it that you bring? 45760 ... Shall we ever forget Even Above this glory? 45760 3 But where now art thou? 45760 A bugle? 45760 A dog out of Canaan!--thought he I was woman alone? 45760 A help for it or healing? 45760 A jackal? 45760 A king who murders priests..._ Michal._ Priests? 45760 A leper? 45760 A prophetess to- day Hath told me that he is a----(_ Realises._)_ Saul._ Now you cease? 45760 A singer music- maudled and no more?... 45760 A spy of Saul and hypocrite have crept Hither to learn...? 45760 A wail of wind._)_ Adriel._ Ishui, true? 45760 A woman who betrays? 45760 ADRIEL_ enters, and_ DOEG,_ who pauses in quick alarm, as_ DAVID_ goes between him and the gate._)_ Doeg._ What place is this? 45760 ASHORE What are the heaths and hills to me? 45760 Abiathar?... 45760 After how many lives returning Shall I hither come? 45760 Ah me, do women weep when men have died? 45760 Ah, then, if one arise? 45760 Ah, you remember; you will hear me? 45760 Alien? 45760 All press around him gaily._)_ Mauria._ Well what, Olympio, from Famagouste? 45760 Am I king? 45760 Am I not David, faithful, and thy friend? 45760 Am I not king, the king? 45760 Amaury?--It is? 45760 And brave me to my breast? 45760 And do you still forbid that I bear gold And bribe away this Philistine array Folded about us, fettering with flame? 45760 And from his finger strive to draw The ring that bound him to her spell?-- But on her closed his hand-- she saw... Oh, who can tell? 45760 And he comes here? 45760 And is not David''s Thought but of Michal, not of smiting him And, with a host, of leaping to the kingdom? 45760 And now will kill me, too? 45760 And offer me irrevocable aid To win Amaury? 45760 And they who love may stray, it seems, beyond All justice of our judging.-- Is evil mad enchantment come upon The portals of this castle? 45760 And this is the blind witch, Miriam? 45760 And this your heart is? 45760 And to this wanton''s perfidy to bind Him witless to her-- with a charm perhaps-- Or, past releasing, with a philtre? 45760 And truth? 45760 And we might be As those that wedded love? 45760 And what the requital that entices her? 45760 And what will the last sight be of life As lone we fare and fast? 45760 And where did the lark ever learn his speech? 45760 And will He pluck us ecstasies out of his harp, Winning until we''re wanton for him, mad, And sigh and laugh and weep to the moon? 45760 And yet you do not seem----_ Alessa._ My lady--? 45760 And you have? 45760 And, all unasked, we''re Whither hurried hence? 45760 Answer; I am not milky Jonathan, Answer; and for the rest-- You hear? 45760 Are Samuel-- the priests, not slain? 45760 Are there No stones to stone you? 45760 Are you flesh of me? 45760 As the forest-- What does the forest love, Amaury? 45760 But can the soul not break the crumbling Crust In which he is encaged? 45760 But first I''d know if yet Lord Renier----(_ Sees their disquiet-- starts._) Why are you pale? 45760 But he has heard no word from me?--not how My father, Saul, frantic of my repentance, Had unto Phalti, a new lord, betrothed me? 45760 But how; was any here? 45760 But of the king-- the king----? 45760 But one said,Why weepest thou Here in God''s heaven-- Is it not fairer than soul can see?"
45760	But staggering and wounded?
45760	But under the terror of his might have I Not seen his heart beat justice and beat love?
45760	But what is this?
45760	But why do you stand stone?
45760	But you have finished?
45760	But you will heed?
45760	But, lady, it is a lie?
45760	But... what has befallen?
45760	Can he not smile too on his handiwork?
45760	Can you forgive him?
45760	Can you not hear?
45760	Come to you with the king?
45760	Come you a friend?
45760	Cruelty like to this you could not do?
45760	Dead, she is dead?
45760	Dear mother----?
45760	Deem I can not overleap this destiny?
45760	Dethrone my mother?
45760	Did I curse God and rave When they came shrinkingly to tell me''twas A witless child?
45760	Did she not say?
45760	Do you come with vexing too?
45760	Do you hear me?
45760	Do you not understand?
45760	Do you understand this wedding?
45760	Does she not love-- Camarin?
45760	Does the truth So limpid overflow in palaces?
45760	Edomite?
45760	Ever then Vexation?
45760	Ever this worshipping of utterance?
45760	FAUN- CALL Oh, who is he will follow me With a singing, Down sunny roads where windy odes Of the woods are ringing?
45760	For but a woman''s wantonness of word And idle air, my life?
45760	For, was it little?
45760	Goliath''s dead----_ David._ But not all villainy?
45760	Grief and the face we love in mist-- Then night and awe too vast?
45760	Had I a mother out of Israel?
45760	Has all of life No glow for me?
45760	Have I thrown doom not daring to your feet, Ruler of Israel, that you rise wild, Livid above me as an avalanche?
45760	Have slain?
45760	Have you Not much desired discovery of whom Samuel hath anointed?
45760	Have you not heard?
45760	He With Samuel the prophet fast enshrouds Some secret, and has Samuel not told The kingdom from my father shall be rent And fall unto one another?
45760	He came after your words... yes... could not see Here in the dimness... but has only heard Sir Camarin?
45760	He is not come?
45760	He leaps up the cliff._) Abishai?
45760	He pauses, his hand to his brow, enspelled of the playing; then slowly goes up the daïs._)_ Ahinoam._ My lord, shall David sing-- to ease us?
45760	He turns to her._) Mother?
45760	He?
45760	Hear me..._ Saul._ Can not?
45760	Heeling away from him?
45760	His speed upon the road?
45760	How shall your baby now be fed, Ukibo fed, with rice and bread-- What if I hush his prattle?"
45760	How then I fled to win unto these wilds?
45760	I am snared?
45760	I can not cry in the jungle''s deep-- Is it not time for Nirvana''s sleep?
45760	I can not look upon Him So strangely burn His eyes-- Hath not some grieving drawn Him From Paradise?
45760	I cannot-- am not-- whither shall I, whither...?
45760	I do not dream?
45760	I who am wounded with her every wound?...
45760	I wonder why he has heard my call, My giftless call-- and what shall befall?...
45760	I----_ David._ Michal?
45760	I... do you not see?
45760	If I believe it will not miracle Alone bring joy again unto my pain?
45760	If one arise?
45760	In the garden?
45760	In what?
45760	Is He not here?
45760	Is Michal to be slain?
45760	Is heaven a mocking shield that ever keeps God from our prayers?
45760	Is it balm?
45760	Is it not so?
45760	Is it so?
45760	Is more than the rapture of earth can teach In its creed?
45760	Ishui, in a rage?
45760	It is not clear?
45760	It is not false?
45760	Lady Yolanda?
45760	Lady--?
45760	Let me but think.--He came----_ Berengere._ You see?
45760	Listening through dim trees Some thrilled muezzin of the forest cry From his leafy minaret?
45760	Love is above-- Or Hate, what matter?
45760	Mean?
45760	Merab now Plotteth against her-- she and Doeg?
45760	Merab,''tis you?
45760	Michal!--for me you have done this, for me?
45760	Must we not cross the Sky Unto Eternity upon his wings-- Or, failing, fall into the Gulf and die?"
45760	My lord?...
45760	My rage was undammable.... Could a stilletto''s one prick be prettier?
45760	My wife?
45760	Never an enemy to venom it?
45760	No word?
45760	No... not for that Her hope was?
45760	None for the king, the king?
45760	None of the Saracens?
45760	Now wilt thou tell The plan and passion of the people''gainst us?
45760	Now, Again-- you''ve hither fled your mistress Merab, In fear of her?
45760	Now, is he not?
45760	Now, what have you?
45760	O, is he come?
45760	OUTCAST I did not fear, But crept close up to Christ and said,"Is He not here?"
45760	Of the squadron huddling yesterday for haven At Keryneia?
45760	Or could my gaze more tenderly entwine Each pallid beech or silvery sycamore, Outreaching arms in patience to divine If winter''s o''er?
45760	Or than--(_ He draws his own dagger, pricks his wrist, and hands it her._) Than this?
45760	Palely she took it-- did it give Ease there against her breast?
45760	Pled him to silence which alone can save us?
45760	Poor leper in these wilds, who art thou?
45760	Rather the convent and the crucifix, Matin and Vesper in a round remote, And senseless beads, for such.--But what more now Is she demanding?
45760	Reed as I am, could he not breathe and break?
45760	Shall I not learn if she lives?
45760	Shall he not return with the booty of battle, and glisten In songs of his triumph-- ye women, why do ye not say?"
45760	Shame has till now Withheld her, but... what ails you?
45760	Shattering love for ever at my feet?
45760	She Whom now he holds pure as a spirit sped From immortality, or the fair fields Of the sun, to be his bride?
45760	She knows what I would bid and does she hurl Her soul in any disavowal?
45760	She sees_ DAVID_ rise and wander into cave, right._)_ Michal._ This is the place, then, this?
45760	She walks slowly, but becoming conscious starts, sees_ VITTIA,_ and turns to withdraw._)_ Vittia._ Your pardon--_ Yolanda._ I can serve you?
45760	She''s not asleep as you averred to me, Was not asleep, but comes?...
45760	Slay, my lord?
45760	Slow sullen speech come to my soldier lips, Rough with command, and impotent of softness?
45760	So?
45760	Some fall to their knees._)_ Vittia._ What?
45760	Some love- fear for ever shades All with sere shadows-- Had I no child_ there_--whom I forget?"
45760	Speak they not vision, song, frenzy to dare, That still in me yearn?...
45760	Speak, what is it?
45760	Spend all upon the Wine the while I know A possible To- morrow may bring thirst For Drink but Credit then shall cause to flow?"
45760	Still, still you shrink?
45760	Sunk?
45760	TEARLESS Do women weep when men have died?
45760	Tell you that You are her murderer?
45760	Terrible fury stealing from the heart And crouching cold within the eye, O Saul?
45760	That day, can it fade?...
45760	That he would slay me though I fought For Israel!--But, Michal!--_ Miriam._ Aie----_ David._ What brews?
45760	The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter-- and the Bird is on the Wing._""The Bird of Time?"
45760	The Master of the Well has much to spare: Will He say,''Taste''--then shall we no more be?"
45760	The Nightingale that on the branches sang-- Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows?_""So does it seem-- no other joys like these!
45760	The Spring and its nuptial fear?
45760	The evil that has risen in this house?
45760	The gods, shall they be disquieted By dread of a mortal''s lot?
45760	The king Again is kind and soft his spirit moves?
45760	The kingdom is not in decay, and falls?
45760	The lotus leans her head on the stream-- Shall I not lean to thy breast and dream, Dream ere the night- cool dies?
45760	The priest with bloody ephod, too, and wild?
45760	The reason of this mood in her?
45760	The reason?
45760	Then of my veins whatever drop you will But, no...(_ Pauses._) You do not mock me?
45760	Then see you now how"lovable"he is?
45760	Then what?
45760	There is escape?
45760	They drain it fiercely._) What is it now so fevered from you stares, And breathing, too, abhorrence?
45760	They have forgotten life, Forgotten sunless death; Desire is gone-- is it not gone for ever?
45760	They heard us, Maga?
45760	They say that you----_ David._ They say?
45760	They start up fearful._)_ Miriam._ Who seeks blind Miriam of Endor''s roof, Under the night and unextinguished storm?
45760	They''ve told him?
45760	This is the beast then of the labyrinth?
45760	This sounding giant flings again his foam?
45760	This timbrel- player, Judith?
45760	Thy servant, is he?
45760	To hope or to Despair he will-- which is more wise or just?"
45760	To- morrow, if Goliath still exult, There''s peril of desolation, bloody ruin?
45760	Too pitiless have pressed You to this coat of steel?
45760	Treachery?
45760	Under a sham of tribute poison?
45760	Under the eyes does a marvel not burn?
45760	Under the livid day and lonelier night?
45760	Wait?
45760	Watching with love''s eye The eve- star wander?
45760	We d me with destiny against my father?
45760	Well?
45760	What Kingdom is to a woman as her love?
45760	What are they all?
45760	What do they purpose?
45760	What do you--?
45760	What does she say?
45760	What fear-- if it is fear-- has so unfixed her?
45760	What have I done?
45760	What have you?
45760	What is it tells me mystically That strange one was I?...
45760	What is it?
45760	What is this ravage in you?
45760	What is this?
45760	What is''t?
45760	What mean you?
45760	What of thy lady and Lord Renier?
45760	What reason can be?
45760	What say you?
45760	What signal for to- night?
45760	What sound was that?...
45760	What thing is this?
45760	What tidings?
45760	What?
45760	What?...
45760	When I knew its source?
45760	When was a laugh or any leaping here?
45760	Where is Yolanda?--Well?
45760	Where is she?
45760	Where was so wonderful a deed as this, So fair a springing of salvation up?
45760	Who cries unclean?
45760	Who is he?
45760	Who recks for the rest?
45760	Who shall the gods be then, the millions, Meek, entreat or praise?
45760	Who will go now and bring us word of Saul?
45760	Who''d kill the Paphian, too?
45760	Who''ve been anathema and have been bane Unto the foes of Israel, and filled The earth with death of them?
45760	Who, who, now?
45760	Whom lead you?
45760	Whose that anguish?
45760	Why are you here?...
45760	Why do you bar that gate?
45760	Why do you gaze, rigid?
45760	Why does she lie so cold?
45760	Why have You dallied and delayed?
45760	Why should we but to follow a mere shepherd Famish-- over a hundred desert hills?
45760	Why then should I o''ermuch for earth- sight care?
45760	Will it be so of all our thoughts When we set sail on Death?
45760	Wring it and up To his false gods fling?...
45760	Yet Summer comes, and Autumn''s honoured ease; And wintry Age, is''t ever whisperless Of that Last Spring, whose Verdure may not cease?"
45760	Yet it is mine, is mine?
45760	Yet lie to sleep, and lo, The soul seems quenched in Darkness-- is it so?
45760	Yolanda; what is this?
45760	Yolanda?
45760	Yolanda?
45760	You are here?
45760	You are not prophesy''s anointed one?
45760	You falter?
45760	You have been_ there_?
45760	You know Not it is David offers against Goliath?
45760	You know obedience?
45760	You linger?
45760	You sup the confidence of Samuel?
45760	You''ve spoken?
45760	You?
45760	Your desire?
45760	Your mistress, Merab, girl, whom does she love?
45760	Your reason?
45760	_ Abiathar._ Has Saul Hunted you to this desert''s verge?
45760	_ Abiathar._ Has he pursued you, all his hate unleashed?
45760	_ Abiathar._ He''s mad?
45760	_ Abiathar._ Only fetter?
45760	_ Abiathar._ Saul''s?
45760	_ Abiathar._ Well, what?
45760	_ Abishai._ Pierct?
45760	_ Abishai._ What stare you on?
45760	_ Abner._ My lord----_ Saul._ Not come?
45760	_ Abner._ Then-- safe to leave him?
45760	_ Adriel._ Betray?
45760	_ Adriel._ But has he not dealt honourably?
45760	_ Adriel._ David?
45760	_ Adriel._ David?
45760	_ Adriel._ For me?
45760	_ Adriel._ How of the king to- night?
45760	_ Adriel._ How?
45760	_ Adriel._ I was laughed at?
45760	_ Adriel._ Is David with him?
45760	_ Adriel._ Of the king?
45760	_ Adriel._ Saul----_ David._ Saul----?
45760	_ Adriel._ The king?
45760	_ Adriel._ What sting from that?
45760	_ Adriel._ What was the offence?
45760	_ Adriel._ Who, girl?
45760	_ Adriel._ Why do you urge it?
45760	_ Adriel._ You are certain?
45760	_ Adriel._ You were concealed?
45760	_ Ahinoam._ And David still enthralls you?
45760	_ Ahinoam._ My daughter?
45760	_ Ahinoam._ My lord?
45760	_ Ahinoam._ Saul?
45760	_ Ahinoam._ Which you crave?
45760	_ Alessa._ And he would not?
45760	_ Alessa._ Boy, Halil, who?
45760	_ Alessa._ I?
45760	_ Alessa._ Though you boasted love to me?
45760	_ Amaury._ And did not wonder?
45760	_ Amaury._ And not you?
45760	_ Amaury._ Because you love her?
45760	_ Amaury._ But''tis not?
45760	_ Amaury._ I?
45760	_ Amaury._ My father?
45760	_ Amaury._ My words, Or silence, then?
45760	_ Amaury._ She?
45760	_ Amaury._ The spur?
45760	_ Amaury._ What?
45760	_ Amaury._ Yolanda?
45760	_ Amaury._ You?
45760	_ Berengere._ His step?
45760	_ Berengere._ I can not...._ Yolanda._ But can leave me so laden here within This gulf''s dishonour?
45760	_ Berengere._ It is ill news?
45760	_ Berengere._ My lord?
45760	_ Berengere._ Then,_ her_ design?
45760	_ Berengere._ What brings you here-- to spy upon me?
45760	_ Berengere._ You love me?
45760	_ Berengere._ You?
45760	_ Camarin._ Amaury was not then delayed?
45760	_ Camarin._ Renier?
45760	_ Camarin._ Then how?
45760	_ Camarin._ What do you purpose?
45760	_ Camarin._ What?
45760	_ Civa._ Maga will you prattle?
45760	_ David._ A spy?
45760	_ David._ Abiathar, is lost?
45760	_ David._ Abiathar--?
45760	_ David._ And I of vanity should prick it in?
45760	_ David._ And Phalti?
45760	_ David._ And heard her speak?
45760	_ David._ And it was you...?
45760	_ David._ And often since Have we not swayed and swept thro''happy hours, Far from the birth unto the bourne of bliss?
45760	_ David._ And provoke Murder in him, insatiable though I fled upon the wilderness and famine?
45760	_ David._ And you have seen Michal, you have beheld her?
45760	_ David._ And you would go?
45760	_ David._ Ask?
45760	_ David._ But he-- your father?
45760	_ David._ But show a tiger gleam?
45760	_ David._ Child, why do you quail?
45760	_ David._ Do you know More of her?
45760	_ David._ For what, and suddenly?
45760	_ David._ Girl?
45760	_ David._ Have I done wrong that I should fear the king?
45760	_ David._ Here?
45760	_ David._ Hither coming?
45760	_ David._ How, then Wandering came you here?
45760	_ David._ Is the word honey?
45760	_ David._ Merab''s self?
45760	_ David._ Merab?
45760	_ David._ Michal?
45760	_ David._ My lord, delayed?
45760	_ David._ My lord?
45760	_ David._ Not dead?
45760	_ David._ Now, what fever?
45760	_ David._ Now?
45760	_ David._ O king, my lord----_ Saul._ Had Saul Ever so rich a rapture from his son?
45760	_ David._ Or perfume out of India jewel poured?
45760	_ David._ Or-- you yourself?...
45760	_ David._ Samuel...?
45760	_ David._ Saul?
45760	_ David._ She withholds her father''s wrath?
45760	_ David._ Slain thy father?
45760	_ David._ So bitter are you, blind?
45760	_ David._ That is all?...
45760	_ David._ Then who Art thou to know and speak of her, of Michal?
45760	_ David._ Then----?
45760	_ David._ This-- this can be?
45760	_ David._ Thus all is vain; A seething on the lips, I''ll say no more.... Care but to reign and not for Israel''s calm?
45760	_ David._ To me is this?
45760	_ David._ To warn?
45760	_ David._ To whom, my lord, and what?
45760	_ David._ To you no more?
45760	_ David._ Use?
45760	_ David._ Were...?
45760	_ David._ What is its wail?
45760	_ David._ Where have you Michal?
45760	_ David._ Who are you?
45760	_ David._ Who?
45760	_ David._ Woman, the king''s?
45760	_ David._ Woman, who are you?
45760	_ David._ Woman...?
45760	_ David._ Woman?
45760	_ David._ You mean... that Saul----?
45760	_ David._ You, you-- The awful dead?
45760	_ Doeg._ David?
45760	_ Doeg._ Do you hear?
45760	_ Doeg._ See you, my lord?
45760	_ Doeg._ The poison?
45760	_ Doeg._ Unclean?
45760	_ Doeg._ Unto your Soft sympathy-- and passion?
45760	_ Doeg._ What will you do?
45760	_ Doeg._ Why me?
45760	_ Doeg._ Why, my lord?
45760	_ Doeg._ Will he brook denial?
45760	_ First Fol._ And should I thirst, not he?
45760	_ Hassan._ And chain them, lady?
45760	_ Hassan._ Have you not been gone?
45760	_ Hassan._ Lady Yolanda--_ Yolanda._ Well?
45760	_ Hassan._ No word of him?
45760	_ Hassan._ To know of lord Amaury?
45760	_ Hassan._ What do you know?
45760	_ Hassan._ What do you say?
45760	_ Ishui._ A king?
45760	_ Ishui._ And you see?
45760	_ Ishui._ And you''ve the king''s consent; but she denies?
45760	_ Ishui._ David?
45760	_ Ishui._ Disdaining Doeg and his plea to dust, His waiting and the winning o''er of Edom, You are enamoured of this David too?
45760	_ Ishui._ Do you not see it crawl, this serpent scheme?
45760	_ Ishui._ Lovable?
45760	_ Ishui._ Not?
45760	_ Ishui._ Now are you kindled-- are you quivering, Or must this shepherd put upon us more?
45760	_ Ishui._ Should I not be?
45760	_ Ishui._ This, then: you''ve hither come with gifts and gold, Dream- bringing amethyst and weft of Ind, To we d my sister, Merab?
45760	_ Ishui._ What do you say?
45760	_ Ishui._ Who likes Laughter against him?
45760	_ Ishui._ Whose cry?
45760	_ Ishui.__ You?__ Jonathan._ No, David!
45760	_ Jonathan._ Ah, she knows?
45760	_ Jonathan._ And disdains Believing?
45760	_ Jonathan._ Father?
45760	_ Judith._ It is no longer fair?
45760	_ Judith._ Or till a youth we d Zilla for her beauty?
45760	_ Judith._ So cold?
45760	_ Judith._ Who, who can tell?
45760	_ Lad._ Why Must he not know you?
45760	_ Leah._ Why hates he David, Zilla?
45760	_ Maga._ The rest are flown?
45760	_ Maga._ Where is she?
45760	_ Mauria._ So, so, my Cupid?
45760	_ Mauria._ To her?
45760	_ Mauria._ Who?
45760	_ Merab._ And Michal, where?
45760	_ Merab._ As any fool?
45760	_ Merab._ Goaded, chagrined?
45760	_ Merab._ Is it strange That even I now ask it?
45760	_ Merab._ Nor have not, ah?
45760	_ Merab._ That Michal shall be slain?
45760	_ Merab._ Then?
45760	_ Merab._ Well, well; then--?
45760	_ Merab._ Well?
45760	_ Merab._ Well?
45760	_ Merab._ What is your mien?
45760	_ Merab._ Why did my father pledge her to him?
45760	_ Merab._ You refuse me, then?
45760	_ Merab._ You scorn-- you scorn me?
45760	_ Merab._ You will not?
45760	_ Michal._ All, all?
45760	_ Michal._ And loving?
45760	_ Michal._ Betrayed?
45760	_ Michal._ Coiling of plot?
45760	_ Michal._ David?
45760	_ Michal._ Here So long in want and sickness he hath hid?
45760	_ Michal._ My father?
45760	_ Michal._ Poison?
45760	_ Michal._ Then you will learn.... Who''s that?
45760	_ Michal._ What anger''s this?
45760	_ Michal._ Wronged him?
45760	_ Michal._ Yet If deep she should repent?--if deep she should?
45760	_ Michal._ You are the anointed?
45760	_ Michel._ And shall I, shall I?
45760	_ Miriam._ And-- you hear?---- Many within the army urge for David, Would cry him king, if Saul were slain?
45760	_ Miriam._ At Engeddi Michal By Saul was apprehended?
45760	_ Miriam._ To danger?
45760	_ Miriam._ To thieves?
45760	_ Miriam._ What is this?
45760	_ Miriam._ Who crieth at my gate?
45760	_ Miriam._ Whom seek you?
45760	_ Moro._ Hints?
45760	_ Moro._ I-- am a priest-- and shame----_ Renier._ You have suspicion?
45760	_ Moro._ Sir, sir?--of what?
45760	_ Moro._''Tis of your wife?--Yolanda?
45760	_ Olympio._ Who has told you?
45760	_ Pietro._ Slave?
45760	_ Renier._ And wherefore did?
45760	_ Renier._ As now a fool is doing?
45760	_ Renier._ Delayed?
45760	_ Renier._ Girl, what rends you?
45760	_ Renier._ I say-- only delayed?
45760	_ Renier._ Not of it?
45760	_ Renier._ Not the means Still to deceive Amaury?
45760	_ Renier._ Of rule?...
45760	_ Renier._ Of what women, then?
45760	_ Renier._ So that you may Allure him yet to we d you?
45760	_ Renier._ Stand off!--As dogs forget The lash in hunger of the wonted bone?
45760	_ Renier._ This can be?
45760	_ Renier._ What, what?
45760	_ Renier._ Where is my wife?
45760	_ Renier._ Why do you clutch me?
45760	_ Renier._ With Camarin of Paphos?
45760	_ Renier._ With him, with him, I say?...
45760	_ Renier._ Yes, yes?
45760	_ Samuel._ Doeg, chief servant of the king?
45760	_ Samuel._ You, Abner, will not?
45760	_ Saul._ Are forty days not dead?
45760	_ Saul._ But think you, David, I shall lose the kingdom?
45760	_ Saul._ Child, well, what then?
45760	_ Saul._ Do you not fear?
45760	_ Saul._ Girl?
45760	_ Saul._ Have heard!--Why do you pale?
45760	_ Saul._ Is it not praise enough, has he not reached The skies on it?
45760	_ Saul._ Pain in your eyes?
45760	_ Saul._ Pains beyond...?
45760	_ Saul._ Perhaps; then, well?
45760	_ Saul._ Say you?
45760	_ Saul._ Swear?
45760	_ Saul._ Then-- you have heard...?
45760	_ Saul._ Tighten the torture more.... Now will you?
45760	_ Saul._ Use?
45760	_ Saul._ Well?
45760	_ Saul._ Well?
45760	_ Saul._ What mean you?
45760	_ Saul._ What mean you?
45760	_ Saul._ You swear?
45760	_ Saul.__ You?__ David._ Sudden you hound about me ravenous?
45760	_ Saul.__ You?__ David._ Sudden you hound about me ravenous?
45760	_ Second Fol._ Or betray him?
45760	_ Smarda._ And how?
45760	_ Smarda._ As you came?
45760	_ Smarda._ Lady?
45760	_ Smarda._ To you, lady?
45760	_ Smarda.__ She!__ Vittia._ Who?
45760	_ Third Fol._ And fawning too?
45760	_ Third Fol._ Have not Abishai, Abiathar, And others gone?
45760	_ Vittia._ Again unshameful?
45760	_ Vittia._ And this baron Of Paphos-- Camarin-- is but her_ friend_, And deeply yours-- as oft you feign to shield her?
45760	_ Vittia._ And to his bed is true?
45760	_ Vittia._ And wholly?
45760	_ Vittia._ And-- then go pray?
45760	_ Vittia._ Blindly, and peril all?
45760	_ Vittia._ By the freedom due us, What matters it?
45760	_ Vittia._ Hah?
45760	_ Vittia._ Hindered?
45760	_ Vittia._ I, a dear guest?
45760	_ Vittia._ Ignorantly?
45760	_ Vittia._ Knowing A Paphian ere this has fondled two?
45760	_ Vittia._ More, my lord?
45760	_ Vittia._ My lord----?
45760	_ Vittia._ None?
45760	_ Vittia._ Nor me?
45760	_ Vittia._ Now you refuse?
45760	_ Vittia._ Or-- hope to be?
45760	_ Vittia._ Still, before Evening is done, you will become his wife?
45760	_ Vittia._ Tell?...
45760	_ Vittia._ That, ere a dawn, Guileless Yolanda, you shall we d with him Your paramour of Paphos----_ Yolanda._ Camarin?
45760	_ Vittia._ The whole?
45760	_ Vittia._ To be repelled?
45760	_ Vittia._ To say you''ve chosen?
45760	_ Vittia._ Were it folly to make sure?
45760	_ Vittia._ What?
45760	_ Vittia._ Will?
45760	_ Vittia._ Yolanda, does she know?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Amaury, no; release me and say why You come: The Saracens----?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Amaury----_ Amaury._ What have I done?
45760	_ Yolanda._ And is in danger-- jeopardy?
45760	_ Yolanda._ And, you mean----?
45760	_ Yolanda._ But he-- you mean-- is here?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Lord Amaury-- He has not yet returned?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Mother?...
45760	_ Yolanda._ Nor heard?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Not?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Of guile?
45760	_ Yolanda._ On-- him?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Save her?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Saw you not?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Then, mother----(_ Goes to bier._)_ Amaury._ That name again?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Though he is weak, there is within him--_ Amaury._ That Which women trust?
45760	_ Yolanda._ To... what?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Too--?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Well?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Who?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Will--?
45760	_ Yolanda._ With murder?
45760	_ Yolanda._ Yielding-- still, And past all season of recovery?
45760	_ Yolanda._ You hear, mother?
45760	_ Yolanda._ You?
45760	_ Zilla._ Shall we-- with David whom he hates?
45760	a leper?
45760	a trap?
45760	a way from it?
45760	again?
45760	ah, bob, bob- white, Still calling-- calling still?
45760	all-- all-- is beauty?"
45760	and climb the votive Ever mossy ways?
45760	and could I more of thee ask?...
45760	and now He sinks who climbed for the crown To the Summit''s brow?
45760	and warm within your veins Live sympathy and all love unto your father, Yet you have shielded me?
45760	and you--?
45760	and you?
45760	art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen?
45760	art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen?
45760	art thou sunken?
45760	as a leper could I...?
45760	breathless?
45760	but now, the uttermost?
45760	chosen and sealed?
45760	comes?
45760	darken?
45760	do you not see, not feel?
45760	do you?
45760	does he so indeed?
45760	dog, fox, devil?
45760	even in all?
45760	he is wounded?
45760	he?
45760	how Michal Is given to the embraces of another?
45760	how this prophetess Miriam hath foretold----_ David._ Some wonder?
45760	how?
45760	if---- Come here: David?
45760	in all honour?
45760	in this place?
45760	is it thou?
45760	is there no gentleness In thee to move her and dissolve away This jeopardy congealing over us?
45760	is this your song?
45760	is-- here?
45760	know you of him?
45760	know you?
45760	lady Berengere?
45760	lovable?
45760	my father?
45760	new terror?
45760	not know?
45760	now at the gates?
45760	o''er Israel?
45760	servant?
45760	slain?
45760	spitingly?
45760	sprung of the Philistines?
45760	still"beauty"?
45760	still?
45760	subtle?
45760	tears?
45760	that mouse?
45760	the dread What does it mean?
45760	the spur?
45760	the triumph?
45760	then as a wild shadow burst Her moan on the pale air,"What have I dreamed?
45760	then what?
45760	this reverence as to An angel?
45760	to meet Goliath?
45760	to whom?
45760	to you Whom not a slave can serve unhonoured?
45760	torn?
45760	treachery, then?
45760	until The last void of the everlasting sky--(_ Looking up, falters, breaks off, and is strangely moved._)_ Abiathar._ Now what alarm?
45760	vowing him first To win his father''s lenience?...
45760	what are you saying?
45760	what is it she says?
45760	what is this?
45760	which?
45760	who know nought?
45760	who, who is it?
45760	who?
45760	whose?
45760	why are you here?
45760	why does he stay?
45760	why hast Thou brought me from the quietness and rest?
45760	with dust?
45760	won Lord Renier to wisdom?
45760	would You have lady Yolanda hear?
45760	you Not hindering?
45760	you have we d him?
45760	you hear me?
45760	you ride to- night Into their peril?
45760	you think it?
45760	you will not?
45760	you?
7400	A crash, as when some swollen cloud Cracks o''er the tangled trees With side to side, and spar to spar, Whose smoking decks are these? 7400 About those conditions?"
7400	Agnes-- is her name? 7400 And are we then so soon forgot?"
7400	And what is that, pray tell me, love, that paddles off so fast?
7400	And where is my cat?
7400	And who is Avis?
7400	But is there nothing in thy track, To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished- for day?
7400	Etiam si,-- Eh b''en?
7400	For whom this gift?
7400	Hans Breitmann gif a barty,--vhere is dot barty now?
7400	Is it loaded?
7400	QUI VIVE?
7400	Qui vive?
7400	Qui vive?
7400	Qui vive?
7400	Shall I not weep my heartstrings torn, My flower of love that falls half blown, My youth uncrowned, my life forlorn, A thorny path to walk alone?
7400	Shot?
7400	Tell us, tell us why you look so?
7400	The Boyswe knew,--but who are these Whose heads might serve for Plutarch''s sages, Or Fox''s martyrs, if you please, Or hermits of the dismal ages?
7400	The Boyswe knew-- can these be those?
7400	To whom?
7400	Were there ever such sweethearts?
7400	What if it does?
7400	What is thy creed?
7400	When often by our feet has past Some biped, Nature''s walking whim, Say, have we trimmed one awkward shape, Or lopped away one crooked limb? 7400 Where are our broomsticks?"
7400	Where have ye laid him?
7400	Who are you, giants, whence and why?
7400	Who gave to thee the glittering bands That lace thine azure veins? 7400 Why strikest not?
7400	Why wo n''t he stop writing?
7400	Will you? 7400 Yes, where are our cats?"
7400	''T is but the fool that loves excess; hast thou a drunken soul?
7400	( Born in a house with a gambrel- roof,-- Standing still, if you must have proof.--"Gambrel?--Gambrel?"
7400	( Our"poet''s corner"may I not expect My kindly reader still may recollect?)
7400	( we could hardly speak, we shook so),"Are they beaten?
7400	(?)
7400	(?)
7400	--Nay, ruler of the rebel deep, What matters wind or wave?
7400	A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE TO J. F. CLARKE WHO is the shepherd sent to lead, Through pastures green, the Master''s sheep?
7400	A FAMILIAR LETTER TO SEVERAL CORRESPONDENTS YES, write, if you want to, there''s nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?
7400	A query checks him:"Is he quite exact?"
7400	A sigh for transient power?
7400	A whisper trembled through the crowd, Who could the stranger be?
7400	ARE they beaten?"
7400	Ah, Lord of life, though spectres pale Fill with their threats the shadowy vale, With Thee my faltering steps to aid, How can I dare to be afraid?
7400	Ah, comrades dear, Are not all gathered here?
7400	Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
7400	Ah, who shall count a rescued nation''s debt, Or sum in words our martyrs''silent claims?
7400	Ah, who that shares in toils like these Will sigh not to prolong Our days beneath the broad- leaved trees, Our nights of mirth and song?
7400	Ah, wilt thou yet return, Bearing thy rose- hued torch, and bid thine altar burn?
7400	All these have left their work and not their names,-- Why should I murmur at a fate like theirs?
7400	Amid our slender group we see; With him we still remained"The Class,"-- Without his presence what are we?
7400	An idol?
7400	And Mary said,--as one who, tried too long, Tells all her grief and half her sense of wrong,-- What is this thoughtless thing which thou hast done?
7400	And all are yet too few?
7400	And art thou, then, a world like ours, Flung from the orb that whirled our own A molten pebble from its zone?
7400	And bast thou cities, domes, and towers, And life, and love that makes it dear, And death that fills thy tribes with fear?
7400	And can we smile when thou art dead?
7400	And dost thou, my brother, remember indeed The days of our dealings with Willard and Read?
7400	And how the seats would slam and bang?
7400	And is Sir Isaac living?
7400	And is it really so?
7400	And is the old flag flying still That o''er your fathers flew, With bands of white and rosy light, And field of starry blue?
7400	And is there none with me to share The glories of the earth and sky?
7400	And is thy bosom decked with flowers That steal their bloom from scalding showers?
7400	And lay in the silent sea, And the Lily had folded her satin leaves, For a sleepy thing was she; What is the Lily dreaming of?
7400	And suspect the azure blossom that unfolds upon a shoot, As if wisdom''s old potato could not flourish at its root?
7400	And that look of delight which would angels beguile Is the deaf man''s prolonged unintelligent smile?
7400	And was he noted in his day?
7400	And was it true, then, what the story said Of Oxford''s friar and his brazen head?
7400	And was she very fair and young, And yet so wicked, too?
7400	And we sometimes walked together in the pleasant summer weather,--"Please to tell us what his name was?"
7400	And what if court or castle vaunt Its children loftier born?-- Who heeds the silken tassel''s flaunt Beside the golden corn?
7400	And what is all the man has done To what the boy may do?
7400	And what shall I say, if a wretch should propose?
7400	And what shall I sing that can cheat you of smiles, Ye heralds of peace from the Orient isles?
7400	And what would happen to the land, And how would look the sea, If in the bearded devil''s path Our earth should chance to be?
7400	And which was the muster- roll- mention but one-- That missed your old comrade who carries the gun?
7400	And who was on the Catalogue When college was begun?
7400	And who will be awhile content To hunt our woodland game, And leave the vulgar pack that scent The reeking track of fame?
7400	And who will leave the grave debate That shakes the smoky town, To rule amid our island- state, And wear our oak- leaf crown?
7400	And whose the chartered claim to speak The sacred grief where all have part, Where sorrow saddens every cheek And broods in every aching heart?
7400	And whose the home that strews in black decay The one green- glowing island of the bay?
7400	And why at our feast of the clasping of hands Need we turn on the stream of our lachrymal glands?
7400	And yet-- I ca n''t help it-- perhaps-- who can tell?
7400	And you, our quasi Dutchman, what welcome should be yours For all the wise prescriptions that work your laughter- cures?
7400	Another string of playday rhymes?
7400	Are angels more true?
7400	Are the outside winds too rough?
7400	Are these old tricks, King Solomon, We lying moderns claim?
7400	Are these"The Boys"our dear old Mother knew?
7400	Are they beaten?
7400	Are they not here, our spirit guests, With love still throbbing in their breasts?
7400	Are they palsied or asleep?
7400	Are they panic- struck and helpless?
7400	Are we less earthly than the chosen race?
7400	Are we the youths with lips unshorn, At beauty''s feet unwrinkled suitors, Whose memories reach tradition''s morn,-- The days of prehistoric tutors?
7400	Are we"The Boys"that used to make The tables ring with noisy follies?
7400	Art thou the last of all mankind to know That party- fights are won by aiming low?
7400	Art thou, too, dreaming of a mortal''s kiss Amid the seraphs of the heavenly sphere?
7400	As for himself, he seems alert and thriving,-- Grubs up a living somehow-- what, who knows?
7400	Ask the worldly schools, And all will tell thee knaves are busier fools; Prudent?
7400	Ask you what name this prisoned spirit bears While with ourselves this fleeting breath it shares?
7400	At Israel''s altar still we humbly bow, But where, oh where, are Israel''s prophets now?
7400	At twoscore, threescore, is he then full grown?
7400	B."?
7400	Besides-- my prospects-- don''t you know that people wo n''t employ A man that wrongs his manliness by laughing like a boy?
7400	Boatswain, lifting one knowing lid, Hitches his breeches and shifts his quid"Hey?
7400	Borrow some title?
7400	Breathes there such a being, O Ceruleo- Nasal?
7400	But as for Pallas,--how to tell In seemly phrase a fact so shocking?
7400	But say what next?
7400	But stay!--his mother''s haughty brow,-- The pride of ancient race,-- Will plighted faith, and holy vow, Win back her fond embrace?
7400	But what if the joy of the summer is past, And winter''s wild herald is blowing his blast?
7400	But what if the stormy cloud should come, And ruffle the silver sea?
7400	But what is stable in this world below?
7400	But what to them the dirge, the knell?
7400	But whence and why, our trembling souls inquire, Caught these dim visions their awakening fire?
7400	But where are the Tutors, my brother, oh tell!-- And where the Professors, remembered so well?
7400	But who is he whose massive frame belies The maiden shyness of his downcast eyes?
7400	But who the Youth his glistening axe that swings To smite the pine that shows a hundred rings?
7400	But who would dream our sober sires Had learned the old world''s ways, And warmed their hearths with lawless fires In Shirley''s homespun days?
7400	Can Freedom breathe if ignorance reign?
7400	Can I believe it?
7400	Can I forget the wedding guest?
7400	Can Seer or Sibyl read thee now?
7400	Can a simple lay, Flung on thy bosom like a girl''s bouquet, Do more than deck thee for an idle hour, Then fall unheeded, fading like the flower?
7400	Can it be a cabbage?
7400	Can it be one of Nature''s benevolent tricks That you grow hard of hearing as I grow prolix?
7400	Canvas, or clouds,--the footlights, or the spheres,-- The play of two short hours, or seventy years?
7400	Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, Deacon and deaconess dropped away, Children and grandchildren-- where were they?
7400	Come tell me, gray sages, for mischief and noise Was there ever a lot like us fellows,"The Boys"?
7400	Could Williams make the hidden causes clear Of the Dark Day that filled the land with fear?
7400	Could you have spectroscoped a star?
7400	Crabs?
7400	Cuprum,(?)
7400	Dead?
7400	Did Katy love a naughty man, Or kiss more cheeks than one?
7400	Did Tarshish telegraph to Tyre?
7400	Did his wounds once really smart?
7400	Do I see her afar in the distance?
7400	Do n''t you love a cushioned seat__ In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?__ Do n''t you wear warm fleecy flannels?
7400	Do n''t you love a cushioned seat__ In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?__ Do n''t you wear warm fleecy flannels?
7400	Do such still live?
7400	Do you know me, dear strangers-- the hundredth time comer At banquets and feasts since the days of my Spring?
7400	Do you know whom we send you, Hidalgos of Spain?
7400	Do you know your old friends when you see them again?
7400	Does He behold with smile serene The shows of that unending scene, Where sleepless, hopeless anguish lies, And, ever dying, never dies?
7400	Does all that made us human fade away With this dissolving clay?
7400	Does any man presume?-- Toadstool?
7400	Does beauty slight you from her gay abodes?
7400	Does not meek evening''s low- voiced Ave blend With the soft vesper as its notes ascend?
7400	Does not the sunshine call us to rejoice?
7400	Does praise delight thee?
7400	Down the chill street that curves in gloomiest shade What marks betray yon solitary maid?
7400	Either were charming, neither will refuse; But choose we must,--what better can we do Than take the younger of the youthful two?"
7400	FOR THE MEETING OF THE NATIONAL SANITARY ASSOCIATION 1860 WHAT makes the Healing Art divine?
7400	Farewell!--I turn the leaf I read my chiming measure in; Who knows but something still is there a friend may find a pleasure in?
7400	For the rest, they take their chance,-- Some may pay a passing glance; Others,-well, they served a turn,-- Wherefore written, would you learn?
7400	For who can tell by what he likes what other people''s fancies are?
7400	Go, little book, whose pages hold Those garnered years in loving trust; How long before your blue and gold Shall fade and whiten in the dust?
7400	Had but those boundless fields of blue One darkened sphere like this; But what has heaven for thee to do In realms of perfect bliss?
7400	Had he no secret grief he nursed alone?
7400	Had the world nothing she might live to care for?
7400	Hark!--''t is the south- wind moans,-- Who are the martyrs down?
7400	Has Bowdoin found his all- surrounding sphere?
7400	Has Gannett tracked the wild Aurora''s path?
7400	Has earth a nobler name?
7400	Has he not his thorn?
7400	Has it not A claim for some remembrance in the book That fills its pages with the idle words Spoken of men?
7400	Has language better words than these?
7400	Has not every lie its truthful side, Its honest fraction, not to be denied?
7400	Has our love all died out?
7400	Has the curse come at last which the fathers foretold?
7400	Hast thou no life, no health, to lose or save?
7400	Have I not loved thee long, Though my young lips have often done thee wrong, And vexed thy heaven- tuned ear with careless song?
7400	Have its altars grown cold?
7400	Have our soldiers got faint- hearted, and in noiseless haste departed?
7400	Have such e''er been?
7400	Have the pale wayside weeds no fond regret For him who read the secrets they enfold?
7400	Have those majestic eyes Lost their proud fire for such a vulgar prize?
7400	Have those scalping Indian devils come to murder us once more?"
7400	Have we a nation to save?
7400	Have ye not secrets, ye refulgent spheres, No sleepless listener of the starlight hears?
7400	Have you met with that dreadful old man?
7400	Have you noticed, pray, An earthly belle or dashing bride walk, And how her flounces track her way, Like slimy serpents on the sidewalk?
7400	He lived alone,--who would n''t if he might, And leave the rogues and idiots out of sight?
7400	He told his love,--her faith betrayed; She heard with tearless eyes; Could she forgive the erring maid?
7400	He?
7400	Her hair is almost gray; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring- like way?
7400	Her pale lip quivered, and the light Gleamed in her moistening eyes;-- I asked her how she liked the tints In those Castilian skies?
7400	Her twofold Saint''s- day let our England keep; Shall warring aliens share her holy task?"
7400	Here''s the cousin of a king,-- Would I do the civil thing?
7400	Here, take the purse I hold, There''s a tear upon the gold-- It was mine- it is thine-- A''n''t we BOYS OF''29?"
7400	His Majesty?
7400	His figure shows but dimly, his face I scarce can see,-- There''s something that reminds me,--it looks like-- is it he?
7400	His home!--the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it; This little speck the British Isles?
7400	His labors,--will they ever cease,-- With hand and tongue and pen?
7400	His morning glory shall we e''er forget?
7400	His noontide''s full- blown lily coronet?
7400	His secret?
7400	Hope you do.-- Born there?
7400	How all men think the best of wives their own particular Nancies are?
7400	How are you, Joe?
7400	How can he feel the petty stings of grief Whose cheering presence always brings relief?
7400	How can she lay her glasses down, And say she reads as well, When through a double convex lens She just makes out to spell?
7400	How can such fools Ask men to vote for woman suffrage?"
7400	How can we praise the verse whose music flows With solemn cadence and majestic close, Pure as the dew that filters through the rose?
7400	How can we sorrow more?
7400	How could a ruined dwelling last so long Without its legends shaped in tale and song?
7400	How from Rebellion''s broken reed We saw his emblem fall, As soon his cursed poison- weed Shall drop from Sumter''s wall?
7400	How long before his book shall die?
7400	How long stir the echoes it wakened of old, While its strings were unbroken, untarnished its gold?
7400	How many, brothers, meet to- night Around our boyhood''s covered embers?
7400	How shall he travel who can never go Where his own voice the echoes do not know, Where his own garden flowers no longer learn to grow?
7400	How shall our smooth- turned phrase relate The little suffering outcast''s ail?
7400	How shall we thank him that in evil days He faltered never,--nor for blame, nor praise, Nor hire, nor party, shamed his earlier lays?
7400	How the black war- ships came And turned the Beaufort roses''bloom To redder wreaths of flame?
7400	How will he feel when he gets marching orders, Signed by his lady love?
7400	I am loath to shirk; But who will listen if I do, My memory makes such shocking work?
7400	I beg to inquire If the gun that I carry has ever missed fire?
7400	I blush for my race,--he is showing his white Such spinning and wriggling,--why, what does he wish?
7400	I from my clinging babe was rudely torn; His tender lips a loveless bosom pressed; Can I forget him in my life new born?
7400	I have come to see one whom we used to call"Jim,"I want to see-- oh, do n''t I want to see him?
7400	I hear the hissing fry The beggars know where they can go, But where, oh where shall I?
7400	I know Saint George''s blood- red cross, Thou Mistress of the Seas, But what is she whose streaming bars Roll out before the breeze?
7400	I like full well the deep resounding swell Of mighty symphonies with chords inwoven; But sometimes, too, a song of Burns-- don''t you?
7400	I own the weakness of the tuneful kind,-- Are not all harpers blind?
7400	I rise-- I rise-- with unaffected fear,( Louder!--speak louder!--who the deuce can hear?)
7400	I sang too early, must I sing too late?
7400	I think him dead?
7400	IDOLS BUT what is this?
7400	If any, born of kindlier blood, Should ask, What maiden lies below?
7400	If every year that brings us here Must steal an hour from me?
7400	If only the Jubilee-- Why did you wait?
7400	If the men were so wicked, I''ll ask my papa How he dared to propose to my darling mamma; Was he like the rest of them?
7400	If what my Rabbi tells me is the truth Why did the choir of angels sing for joy?
7400	In that stern faith my angel Mary died; Or ask if mercy''s milder creed can save, Sweet sister, risen from thy new- made grave?
7400	In vain a fresher mould we seek,-- Can all the varied phrases tell That Babel''s wandering children speak How thrushes sing or lilacs smell?
7400	Industrious?
7400	Is Jackson not President?--What was''t you said?
7400	Is every rascal clown Whose arm is stronger free to knock us down?
7400	Is he not here whose breath of holy song Has raised the downcast eyes of Faith so long?
7400	Is it an idle dream that nature shares Our joys, our griefs, our pastimes, and our cares?
7400	Is it for this the immortal Artist means These conscious, throbbing, agonized machines?
7400	Is it the God that walked in Eden''s grove In the cool hour to seek our guilty sire?
7400	Is life a task?
7400	Is one in sorrow''s blinding storm?
7400	Is one in sunshine''s ray?
7400	Is that a swan that rides upon the water?
7400	Is the breakfast- hour past?
7400	Is the world not wide enough?
7400	Is there a world of blank despair, And dwells the Omnipresent there?
7400	Is there no meaning in the storm- cloud''s voice?
7400	Is there no summons when, at morning''s call, The sable vestments of the darkness fall?
7400	Is there no whisper in the perfumed air When the sweet bosom of the rose is bare?
7400	Is this''sixty- eight?
7400	It ca n''t be; you''re joking; what,--all of''em dead?
7400	Its sturdy driver,--who remembers him?
7400	Jack, said my lady, is it grog you''ll try, Or punch, or toddy, if perhaps you''re dry?
7400	Jim,--Harry,--Fred,--Isaac,--all gone from our side?
7400	Jove, Juno, Venus, where are you?
7400	Know old Cambridge?
7400	L''INCONNUE Is thy name Mary, maiden fair?
7400	LINES 1860 I''m ashamed,--that''s the fact,--it''s a pitiful case,-- Wo n''t any kind classmate get up in my place?
7400	Leeches, for instance,--pleasing creatures quite; Try them,--and bless you,--don''t you find they bite?
7400	Let my free soul, expanding as it can, Leave to his scheme the thoughtful Puritan; But Calvin''s dogma shall my lips deride?
7400	Lives there one De Sauty extant now among you, Whispering Boanerges, son of silent thunder, Holding talk with nations?
7400	Lo, the pictured token Why should her fleeting day- dreams fade unspoken, Like daffodils that die with sheaths unbroken?
7400	MY ANNUAL 1866 How long will this harp which you once loved to hear Cheat your lips of a smile or your eyes of a tear?
7400	Made one by a lifetime of sorrows and joys, What lips have such sounds as the poorest of these, Though honeyed, like Plato''s, by musical bees?
7400	Mars, Mercury, Phoebus, Neptune, Saturn?
7400	May I thy peril share?
7400	Men and devils both contrive Traps for catching girls alive; Eve was duped, and Helen kissed,-- How, oh how can you resist?
7400	My coat?
7400	My stick?
7400	No angry passion shakes the state Whose weary servant seeks for rest; And who could fear that scowling hate Would strike at that unguarded breast?
7400	No matter; while our home is here No sounding name is half so dear; When fades at length our lingering day, Who cares what pompous tombstones say?
7400	No second self to say her evening prayer for?
7400	No silent message when from midnight skies Heaven looks upon us with its myriad eyes?
7400	Now when a doctor''s patients are perplexed, A consultation comes in order next-- You know what that is?
7400	O Thou who carest for the falling sparrow, Canst Thou the sinless sufferer''s pang forget?
7400	O guardian of the starry gate, What coin shall pay this debt of mine?
7400	O landsman, art thou false or true?
7400	ONCE MORE ONCE MORE 1868"Will I come?"
7400	Of all the guests at life''s perennial feast, Who of her children sits above the Priest?
7400	Of all the joys of earthly pride or power, What gives most life, worth living, in an hour?
7400	Of course some must speak,--they are always selected to, But pray what''s the reason that I am expected to?
7400	Oh say, can you look through the vista of age To the time when old Morse drove the regular stage?
7400	Oh tell me where did Katy live, And what did Katy do?
7400	Oh, when love''s first, sweet, stolen kiss Burned on my boyish brow, Was that young forehead worn as this?
7400	Oh, who forgets when first the piercing thought Through childhood''s musings found its way unsought?
7400	Old Marcus Reemie, who was he?
7400	Old Parr was in his lusty prime when he was older far, And where will you be if I live to beat old Thomas Parr?
7400	Once more,--once only,--- we must stop so soon: What have we here?
7400	One and another have come to grief, How have you dodged by rock and reef?"
7400	One figure still my vagrant thoughts pursue; First boy to greet me, Ariel, where are you?
7400	Or a living product of galvanic action, Like the acarus bred in Crosse''s flint- solution?
7400	Or a pious, painful preacher, holding forth from year to year Till his colleague got a colleague whom the young folks flocked to hear?
7400	Or bow with the children of light, as they call On the Judge of the Earth and the Father of All?
7400	Or gaze upon yon pillared stone, The empty urn of pride; There stand the Goblet and the Sun,-- What need of more beside?
7400	Or is he a_ mythus_,--ancient word for"humbug"-- Such as Livy told about the wolf that wet- nursed Romulus and Remus?
7400	Or is thy dread account- book''s page so narrow Its one long column scores thy creatures''debt?
7400	Or rolls a sphere in each expanding zone, Crowned with a life as varied as our own?"
7400	Or some gray wooer''s, whom a girlish frown Chased from his solid friends and sober town?
7400	Or some plain tradesman''s, fond of shade and ease, Who sought them both beneath these quiet trees?
7400	Or some quiet, voiceless brother in whose lonely, loving breast Fond memory broods in silence, like a dove upon her nest?
7400	Or the old landlord, saturnine and grim, Who left our hill- top for a new abode And reared his sign- post farther down the road?
7400	Out spoke the ancient fisherman,--"Oh, what was that, my daughter?"
7400	PART SECOND THE MAIDEN Why seeks the knight that rocky cape Beyond the Bay of Lynn?
7400	PART THIRD THE CONQUEST"Who saw this hussy when she came?
7400	PROGRAMME READER-- gentle-- if so be Such still live, and live for me, Will it please you to be told What my tenscore pages hold?
7400	PROLOGUE A PROLOGUE?
7400	Per contra,--ask the moralist,--in sooth Has not a lie its share in every truth?
7400	Pray what has she to do?"
7400	Pray, did you ever hear, my love, Of boys that go about, Who, for a very trifling sum, Will snip one''s picture out?
7400	QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS 1852 WHERE, oh where are the visions of morning, Fresh as the dews of our prime?
7400	Questioning all things: Why her Lord had sent her?
7400	REMEMBER-- FORGET 1855 AND what shall be the song to- night, If song there needs must be?
7400	RIGHTS WHAT am I but the creature Thou hast made?
7400	Read, but not to praise or blame; Are not all our hearts the same?
7400	Read, flattered, honored?
7400	Remember, remember, thou silly one, How fast will thy summer glide, And wilt thou wither a virgin pale, Or flourish a blooming bride?
7400	Say, does He hear the sufferer''s groan, And is that child of wrath his own?
7400	Say, does Heaven degrade The manly frame, for health, for action made?
7400	Say, pilot, what this fort may be, Whose sentinels look down From moated walls that show the sea Their deep embrasures''frown?
7400	Say, shall I wound with satire''s rankling spear The pure, warm hearts that bid me welcome here?
7400	Say, shall it ring a merry peal, Or heave a mourning sigh O''er shadows cast, by years long past, On moments flitting by?
7400	Say, shall the Muse with faltering steps retreat, Or dare these names in rhythmic form repeat?
7400	Science has kept her midnight taper burning To greet thy coming with its vestal flame; Friendship has murmured,"When art thou returning?"
7400	See the banquet''s dead bouquet, Fair and fragrant in its day; Do they read the selfsame lines,-- He that fasts and he that dines?
7400	Shake from thy sense the wild delusive dream Without the purple, art thou not supreme?
7400	Shall Commerce thrive where anarchs rule?
7400	Shall I die forgiven?
7400	Shall I the poet''s broad dominion claim Because you bid me wear his sacred name For these few moments?
7400	Shall colts be never shod or haltered?
7400	Shall grown- up kittens chase their tails?
7400	Shall mouldering page or fading scroll Outface the charter of the soul?
7400	Shall priesthood''s palsied arm protect The wrong our human hearts reject, And smite the lips whose shuddering cry Proclaims a cruel creed a lie?
7400	Shall rosy daybreak make us all forget The golden sun that yester- evening set?
7400	Shall the proud spangles of the field forget The verse that lent new glory to their gold?
7400	Shall they bask in sunny rays?
7400	Shall they feed on sugared praise?
7400	Shall they stick with tangled feet On the critic''s poisoned sheet?
7400	Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away?
7400	Shall wearied Nature ask release At threescore years and ten?
7400	Shalt thou be honest?
7400	Should I be I, or would it be One tenth another, to nine tenths me?
7400	Slowly the stores of life are spent, Yet hope still battles with despair; Will Heaven not yield when knees are bent?
7400	Smiling he listens; has he then a charm Whose magic virtues peril can disarm?
7400	Some brooding poet''s, sure of deathless fame, Had not his epic perished in the flame?
7400	Some dark- browed pirate''s, jealous of the fate That seized the strangled wretch of"Nix''s Mate"?
7400	Some forger''s, skulking in a borrowed name, Whom Tyburn''s dangling halter yet may claim?
7400	Some wan- eyed exile''s, wealth and sorrow''s heir, Who sought a lone retreat for tears and prayer?
7400	Sometimes a sunlit sphere comes rolling by, And then we softly whisper,--can it be?
7400	Still in the waters of the dark Shawshine Do the young bathers splash and think they''re clean?
7400	Stranger, whose eyes the shadowy isle survey, As the black steamer dashes through the bay, Why ask his buried secret to divine?
7400	Such task demands a readier pen than mine,-- What if I steal the Tutor''s Valentine?
7400	TARTARUS WHILE in my simple gospel creed That"God is Love"so plain I read, Shall dreams of heathen birth affright My pathway through the coming night?
7400	THE ANGEL And whence thy sadness in a world of bliss Where never parting comes, nor mourner''s tear?
7400	THE BOYS 1859 HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
7400	THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born?
7400	THE LOVER''S SECRET WHAT ailed young Lucius?
7400	THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA A NIGHTMARE DREAM BY DAYLIGHT Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea?
7400	THE SECRET OF THE STARS Is man''s the only throbbing heart that hides The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
7400	THE SHADOWS 1880"How many have gone?"
7400	THE STATESMAN''S SECRET WHO of all statesmen is his country''s pride, Her councils''prompter and her leaders''guide?
7400	TO R. B. H. AT THE DINNER TO THE PRESIDENT, BOSTON, JUNE 26, 1877 How to address him?
7400	TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE Too young for love?
7400	Tell us, ye sovereigns of the new domain, Are you content- or have we toiled in vain?
7400	Tell where the market used to be That stood beside the murdered tree?
7400	That buried passions wake and pass In beaded drops of fiery dew?
7400	That fellow''s the"Speaker,"--the one on the right;"Mr. Mayor,"my young one, how are you to- night?
7400	That whisper,--"Where is Mary''s boy?"
7400	The God who dealt with Abraham as the sons Of that old patriarch deal with other men?
7400	The answer hardly needs suggestion; Of course it was the Wandering Jew,-- How could you put me such a question?
7400	The basso''s trump before he sang?
7400	The bell-- can you recall its clang?
7400	The bitter drug we buy and sell, The brands that scorch, the blades that shine, The scars we leave, the"cures"we tell?
7400	The breakers roar,--how bears the shore?
7400	The breathing blossoms stir my blood, Methinks I see the lilacs bud And hear the bluebirds sing, my boys; Why not?
7400	The hues of all its glowing beds are ours, Shall you not claim its sweetest- smelling flowers?
7400	The jealous God of Moses, one who feels An image as an insult, and is wroth With him who made it and his child unborn?
7400	The long, long years with horrors overcast, Or the sweet promise of the day new- born?
7400	The minute draws near,--but her watch may go wrong; My heart will be asking, What keeps her so long?
7400	The mystery and the fear When the dread question, WHAT HAS BROUGHT ME HERE?
7400	The night of anguish or the joyous morn?
7400	The pleasures thou hast planned,-- Where shall their memory be When the white angel with the freezing hand Shall sit and watch by thee?
7400	The power that living hearts obey Shall lifeless blocks withstand?
7400	The rest that earth denied is thine,-- Ah, is it rest?
7400	The sky grows dark,-- Was that the roll of thunder?
7400	The snows may clog life''s iron track, But does the axle tire, While bearing swift through bank and drift The engine''s heart of fire?
7400	The sturdy old Grecian of Holworthy Hall, And Latin, and Logic, and Hebrew, and all?
7400	The thistle falls before a trampling clown, But who can chain the flying thistle- down?
7400	The veteran of the sea?
7400	The viol and its bow?
7400	The voices high and low?
7400	Their cheeks with morning''s blush were painted;-- Where are the Harrys, Jims, and Joes With whom we once were well acquainted?
7400	Then tread away, my gallant boys, And make the axle fly; Why should not wheels go round about, Like planets in the sky?
7400	These are around her; but where are her foes?
7400	These moments all are memory''s; I have come To speak with lips that rather should be dumb; For what are words?
7400	They are dead, do you tell me?--but how do you know?
7400	They kept at arm''s length those detestable men; What an era of virtue she lived in!--But stay-- Were the men all such rogues in Aunt Tabitha''s day?
7400	They''ll pile up Freedom''s breastwork, They''LL scoop out rebels''graves; Who then will be their owner And march them off for slaves?
7400	This wreath of verse how dare I offer you To whom the garden''s choicest gifts are due?
7400	Those eyes,--among thine elder friends Perhaps they pass for blue,-- No matter,--if a man can see, What more have eyes to do?
7400	Thou hast united us, who shall divide us?
7400	Thou, stamped by Nature with her royal sign, That party- hirelings hate a look like thine?
7400	Throbbed such passion in my heart?
7400	Too old grew Britain for her mother''s beads,-- Must we be necklaced with her children''s creeds?
7400	Too young for love?
7400	Too young for love?
7400	Too young for love?
7400	Too young?
7400	Too young?
7400	Too young?
7400	Too young?
7400	Tower- like he stands in life''s unfaded prime; Ask you his name?
7400	Two friendly people, both disposed to smile, Who meet, like others, every little while, Instead of passing with a pleasant bow, And"How d''ye do?"
7400	Use well the freedom which thy Master gave,( Think''st thou that Heaven can tolerate a slave?)
7400	Vain?
7400	WHERE are you going, soldiers, With banner, gun, and sword?
7400	WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting?
7400	WRITTEN AT SEA THE WASP AND THE HORNET"QUI VIVE?"
7400	WRITTEN AT SEA THE WASP AND THE HORNET"QUI VIVE?"
7400	Warmed with God''s smile and wafted by his breath, To weave in ceaseless round the dance of Death?
7400	Was ever pang like this?
7400	Was he born of woman, this alleged De Sauty?
7400	Was it snowing I spoke of?
7400	Was ocean ploughed with harnessed fire?
7400	Was that flushed cheek as now?
7400	We knew him not?
7400	We praise him, not for gifts divine,-- His Muse was born of woman,-- His manhood breathes in every line,-- Was ever heart more human?
7400	We''re marching South to Canaan To battle for the Lord What Captain leads your armies Along the rebel coasts?
7400	Wealth''s wasteful tricks I will not learn, Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;-- Shall not carved tables serve my turn, But_ all_ must be of buhl?
7400	Well may they ask, for what so brightly burns As a dry creed that nothing ever learns?
7400	Well, this is modest;--nothing else than that?
7400	Well, who the changing world bewails?
7400	Well,_ one_ we have with us( how could he contrive To deal with us youngsters and still to survive?)
7400	Were nations coupled with a wire?
7400	Were school- boys ever half so wild?
7400	Were that wild pulse and throbbing heart Like these, which vainly strive, In thankless strains of soulless art, To dream themselves alive?
7400	Were there no damsels willing to attend And do such service for a suffering friend?
7400	What are those lone ones doing now, The wife and the children sad?
7400	What cares a witch for a hangman''s noose?
7400	What chance his wayward course may shape To reach its village inn?
7400	What change has clothed the ancient sire In sudden youth?
7400	What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around?
7400	What does his saddening, restless slavery buy?
7400	What does n''t it hold?
7400	What echoes are these?
7400	What flag is this you carry Along the sea and shore?
7400	What fold is this the sweet winds kiss, Fair- striped and many- starred, Whose shadow palls these orphaned walls, The twins of Beauregard?
7400	What guerdon shall repay His debt of ransomed life?
7400	What guileless"Israelite indeed"The folded flock may watch and keep?
7400	What had she to sell?
7400	What have I rescued from the shelf?
7400	What have I save the blessings Thou hast lent?
7400	What hope I but thy mercy and thy love?
7400	What if the green leaves fall?
7400	What if the storm- clouds blow?
7400	What if, to make the nicer ears content, We say His Honesty, the President?
7400	What is a Prologue?
7400	What is it?
7400	What is the wench, and who?"
7400	What magic power has changed the faded mime?
7400	What makes thy cheek so pale?
7400	What name?
7400	What need of idle fancy to adorn Our mother''s birthplace on her birthday morn?
7400	What next?
7400	What of our duck?
7400	What phrases mean you do not need to learn; We must be civil, and they serve our turn"Your most obedient humble"means-- means what?
7400	What question puzzles ciphering Philomath?
7400	What save a right to live, a chance to die,-- To live companion of disease and pain, To die by poisoned shafts untimely slain?
7400	What say ye to the lovesick air That brought the tears from Marian''s eyes?
7400	What shall I give thee?
7400	What sign hast thou to show?
7400	What soil the enchanted clusters grew?
7400	What song is this you''re singing?
7400	What though the rose leaves fall?
7400	What though we perish ere the day is won?
7400	What tongue talks of battle?
7400	What troop is this that follows, All armed with picks and spades?
7400	What ugly dreams can trouble his repose Who yields himself to soothe another''s woes?
7400	What voice is so sweet and what greeting so dear As the simple, warm welcome that waits for us here?
7400	What was it who was bound to do?
7400	What was the Flying Dutchman''s name?
7400	What was the last prescription in his case?
7400	What were our life, with all its rents and seams, Stripped of its purple robes, our waking dreams?
7400	What were the glory of these festal days Shorn of their grand illumination''s blaze?
7400	What were these torturing gifts, and wherefore lent her?
7400	What wizard fills the wondrous glass?
7400	What''s the man about?
7400	What, Pope?
7400	What, and whence?
7400	When Canaan''s hosts are scattered, And all her walls lie flat, What follows next in order?
7400	When Lyon told tales of the long- vanished years, And Lenox crept round with the rings in his ears?
7400	When paper money became so cheap, Folks would n''t count it, but said"a heap,"A certain RICHARDS,--the books declare,--( A. M. in''90?
7400	When the battle is fought and won, What shall be told of you?
7400	When the brown soldiers come back from the borders, How will he look while his features they scan?
7400	When the twentieth century''s sunbeams climb the far- off eastern hill, With his ninety winters burdened, will he greet the morning still?
7400	When thy last page of life at length is filled, What shall thine heirs to keep thy memory build?
7400	When"Dolly"was kicking and running away, And punch came up smoking on Fillebrown''s tray?
7400	Where are the Marys, and Anns, and Elizas, Loving and lovely of yore?
7400	Where are they?
7400	Where in my list of phrases shall I seek The fitting words of NUMBER FIVE to speak?
7400	Where in the realm of thought, whose air is song, Does he, the Buddha of the West, belong?
7400	Where is he?
7400	Where is his seat?
7400	Where is the Eden like to thee?
7400	Where is the charm the weird enchantress weaves?
7400	Where is the meddling hand that dares to probe The secret grief beneath his sable robe?
7400	Where is the patriarch time could hardly tire,-- The good old, wrinkled, immemorial"squire"?
7400	Where is the sibyl with her hoarded leaves?
7400	Where lives the memory of the dead, Who made their tomb a toy?
7400	Where now are all the mighty deeds that Herod boasted loudest of?
7400	Where now the flashing jewelry the tetrarch''s wife was proudest of?
7400	Where shall she find an eye like thine to greet Spring''s earliest footprints on her opening flowers?
7400	Where shall the singing bird a stranger be That finds a nest for him in every tree?
7400	Where the gray colts and the ten- year- old fillies, Saturday''s triumph and joy?
7400	Where the tough champion who, with Calvin''s sword, In wordy conflicts battled for the Lord?
7400	Where was it old Judge Winthrop sat?
7400	Where''s Cotton Mather?
7400	Where, oh where are life''s lilies and roses, Nursed in the golden dawn''s smile?
7400	Where, tell me, was the Deacon''s pew?
7400	Which is the dream, the present or the past?
7400	Which of our two''Annexes''shall we choose?
7400	Which wears the garland that shall never fade, Sweet with fair memories that can never die?
7400	While other doublets deviate here and there, What secret handcuff binds that pretty pair?
7400	While tasks like these employ his anxious hours, What if his cornfields are not edged with flowers?
7400	While wondering Science stands, herself perplexed At each day''s miracle, and asks"What next?"
7400	Who Can guess beforehand what his pen will do?
7400	Who asks if his comrade is battered and tanned When he feels his warm soul in the clasp of his hand?
7400	Who asks to have it stay unaltered?
7400	Who bade thee lift those snow- white hands We bound in gilded chains?"
7400	Who broods in silence till, by questions pressed, Some answer struggles from his laboring breast?
7400	Who but myself shall cloud my soul with fear?
7400	Who but their Maker is to blame?"
7400	Who can thy unborn meaning scan?
7400	Who cares that his verse is a beggar in art If you see through its rags the full throb of his heart?
7400	Who fishes in the Frog- pond still?
7400	Who forged in roaring flames the ponderous stone, And shaped the moulded metal to his need?
7400	Who found the seeds of fire and made them shoot, Fed by his breath, in buds and flowers of flame?
7400	Who gave the dragging car its rolling wheel, And tamed the steed that whirls its circling round?
7400	Who is he, The one ye name and tell us that ye serve, Whom ye would call me from my lonely tower To worship with the many- headed throng?
7400	Who is our brother?
7400	Who is this preacher our Northampton claims, Whose rhetoric blazes with sulphureous flames And torches stolen from Tartarean mines?
7400	Who knew so well their pleasant tales, And all those livelier freaks could tell Whose oft- told story never fails?
7400	Who knows a woman''s wild caprice?
7400	Who knows this ancient graduate of fourscore years and ten,-- What place he held, what name he bore among the sons of men?
7400	Who knows what change the passing day, The fleeting hour, may bring?
7400	Who knows?
7400	Who loved our boyish years so well?
7400	Who ordered bathing for his aches and ails?
7400	Who says we are more?
7400	Who sees unmoved, a ruin at his feet, The lowliest home where human hearts have beat?
7400	Who shakes the senate with the silver tone The groves of Pindus might have sighed to own?
7400	Who shall our heroes''dread exchange forget,-- All life, youth, hope, could promise to allure For all that soul could brave or flesh endure?
7400	Who shall say?
7400	Who then is left to rend the future''s veil?
7400	Who wants an old receipted bill?
7400	Who was she?
7400	Who was this man of whom they tell the lies?
7400	Who were the brothers Snow?
7400	Who wore the last three- cornered hat?
7400	Who''s next?
7400	Who, in these days when all things go by steam, Recalls the stage- coach with its four- horse team?
7400	Who-- who that has loved it so long and so well-- The flower of his birthright would barter or sell?
7400	Who?
7400	Whom do we trust and serve?
7400	Whose God will ye serve, O ye rulers of men?
7400	Whose ashes press that nameless bed?
7400	Whose cry shall be answered?
7400	Whose deep- lunged laughter oft would shake The ceiling with its thunder- volleys?
7400	Whose dog to church would go?
7400	Whose hair was braided in a queue?
7400	Whose hand protect me from myself but thine?
7400	Whose smile is that?
7400	Whose voice may sing his praises?
7400	Why ca n''t a fellow hear the fine things said About a fellow when a fellow''s dead?
7400	Why crisp the waters blue?
7400	Why deem that Heaven denies?
7400	Why doubt for a moment?
7400	Why floats the amaranth in eternal bloom O''er Ilium''s turrets and Achilles''tomb?
7400	Why follows memory to the gate of Troy Her plumed defender and his trembling boy?
7400	Why lingers fancy where the sunbeams smile On Circe''s gardens and Calypso''s isle?
7400	Why mourn that we, the favored few Whom grasping Time so long has spared Life''s sweet illusions to pursue, The common lot of age have shared?
7400	Why name his countless triumphs, whom to meet Is to be famous, envied in defeat?
7400	Why not as boldly as from Homer''s lips The long array, of Argive battle- ships?
7400	Why not?
7400	Why plead with the deaf for the cause of mankind?
7400	Why question mutes no question can unlock, Dumb as the legend on the Dighton rock?
7400	Why question?
7400	Why should I call her gracious, winning, fair?
7400	Why should he talk, whose presence lends a grace To every table where he shows his face?
7400	Why should we look one common faith to find, Where one in every score is color- blind?
7400	Why take your arm?
7400	Why tell each idle guess, each whisper vain?
7400	Why tell the lordly flatterer''s art, That won the maiden''s ear,-- The fluttering of the frightened heart, The blush, the smile, the tear?
7400	Why that ethereal spirit''s frame describe?
7400	Why tremble?
7400	Why with the loveliest of her sex compare?
7400	Why, for pity''s sake, Not try an adder or a rattlesnake?
7400	Why, who am I, to lift me here And beg such learned folk to listen, To ask a smile, or coax a tear Beneath these stoic lids to glisten?
7400	Why, why call me up with your battery of flatteries?
7400	Will Faith her half- fledged brood retain If darkening counsels cloud the school?
7400	Will he answer to the summons when they range themselves in line And the young mustachioed marshal calls out"Class of''29"?
7400	Will he be some veteran minstrel, left to pipe in feeble rhyme All the stories and the glories of our gay and golden time?
7400	Will he stand with Harvard''s nurslings when they hear their mother''s call And the old and young are gathered in the many alcoved hall?
7400	Will his dwelling be a mansion in a marble- fronted row, Or a homestead by a hillside where the huckleberries grow?
7400	Will it be a rich old merchant in a square- tied white cravat, Or select- man of a village in a pre- historic hat?
7400	Will it be some old Emeritus, who taught so long ago The boys that heard him lecture have heads as white as snow?
7400	Will piles of stone in Auburn''s mournful shade Save from neglect the spot where thou art laid?
7400	Will she come by the hillside or round through the wood?
7400	Will she come?
7400	Will she wear her brown dress or her mantle and hood?
7400	Will the needle swing back from the east or the west?
7400	Will the ring- dove return to her nest?
7400	Will ye build you new shrines in the slave- breeder''s den?
7400	Wilt thou not hear us while we raise, In sweet accord of solemn praise, The voices that have mingled long In joyous flow of mirth and song?
7400	With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land Oh tell us what its name may be,-- Is this the Flower of Liberty?
7400	Without thee what were life?
7400	Would I polish off Japan?
7400	Would he turn his eye from the distant sky, To smile on a thing like thee?
7400	Yes, we''re boys,--always playing with tongue or with pen,-- And I sometimes have asked,--Shall we ever be men?
7400	Yet what has holy page more sweet, Or what had woman''s love more fair, When Mary clasped her Saviour''s feet With flowing eyes and streaming hair?
7400	Yet why with coward lips complain That this must lean, and that must fall?
7400	Yet why with flowery speeches tease, With vain superlatives distress him?
7400	You have your judgment; will you trust to mine?
7400	You remember Rossini-- you''ve been at the play?
7400	You were a school- boy-- what beneath the sun So like a monkey?
7400	You''ve heard, no doubt, of PARSON TURELL?
7400	_ Ah well,--I know,--at every age life has a certain charm,_--_ You''re going?
7400	_ Are you quite as quick of hearing?_ Please to say that once again.
7400	_ Can you read as once you used to?_ Well, the printing is so bad, No young folks''eyes can read it like the books that once we had.
7400	_ Do n''t you cry a little easier than some twenty years ago?_ Well, my heart is very tender, but I think''t was always so.
7400	_ Do n''t you find it sometimes happens that you ca n''t recall a name?_ Yes, I know such lots of people,--but my memory''s not to blame.
7400	_ Do n''t you get a little sleepy after dinner every day?_ Well, I doze a little, sometimes, but that always was my way.
7400	_ Do n''t you hate to tie your shoe- strings?_ Yes, I own it-- that is true.
7400	_ Do n''t you stay at home of evenings?
7400	_ Do n''t you stoop a little, walking?_ It''s a way I''ve always had, I have always been round- shouldered, ever since I was a lad.
7400	_ Do n''t you tell old stories over?_ I am not aware I do.
7400	_ Not_ encore?
7400	a hundred lips inquire;"Thou seekest God beneath what Christian spire?"
7400	and can it be Those two familiar faces we never more may see?
7400	and must it be?
7400	and was it so long ago?
7400	and why Doomed to such menial place?
7400	and"Wherefore did I come?"
7400	and,"What will his mother do?"
7400	are the southern curtains drawn?
7400	awkward, it is true Call him"Great Father,"as the Red Men do?
7400	but where was thine?
7400	can say farewell to thee?
7400	do n''t they charm the sick?
7400	fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go While the nectar( logwood) still reddens our cups as they flow?
7400	for too often the death- bell has tolled, And the question we ask is,"How many are left?"
7400	for"What?"
7400	heard I not that ringing strain, That clear celestial tone?
7400	heard you not Port Royal''s doom?
7400	mussels?
7400	my boots?
7400	my gloves?
7400	my hat?
7400	my pantaloons?
7400	not a line to keep our souls alive?"
7400	off they go!-- How are you, Bill?
7400	or"How''s your uncle now?"
7400	tell us, who is he?
7400	the folks all mad with joy Each fond, pale mother thinking of her boy; Old gray- haired fathers meeting--"Have-- you-- heard?"
7400	the vacant chairs tell sadly we are going, going fast, And the thought comes strangely o''er me, who will live to be the last?
7400	thou dost not fear To clasp a spectre''s tail?"
7400	unloved of Amaryllis-- Nature''s last blossom- need I name The wreath of threescore''s silver lilies?
7400	we ask, Or, traced by knowledge more divine, Some larger, nobler task?
7400	we ask; and is it true The sunshine falls on nothing new, As Israel''s king declared?
7400	we remember that angels have wings,-- What story is this of the day of his birth?
7400	what blossom shall I bring, That opens in my Northern spring?
7400	what foe shall assail thee, Bearing the standard of Liberty''s van?
7400	what is this my frenzy hears?
7400	what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion?
7400	what more shall honor claim?
7400	where is she, so frail, so fair, Amid the tumult wild?
7400	will you join in the strife For country, for freedom, for honor, for life?
7400	you Boatswain that walks the deck, How does it happen you''re not a wreck?
13310	Are you the landlord?
13310	Jest as I''m mind to, Obed; how do you?
13310	''Ai nt you a buster?''
13310	''And I, do I not twirl from left to right For conscience''sake?
13310	''And who were they,''I mused,''that wrought Through pathless wilds, with labor long, The highways of our daily thought?
13310	''Angel,''asked I humbly then,''Weighest thou the souls of men?
13310	''But what''s that?
13310	''Did he think I had given him a book to review?
13310	''God of all the olden prophets, Wilt thou speak with men no more?
13310	''Hath he let vultures climb his eagle''s seat To make Jove''s bolts purveyors of their maw?
13310	''Have ye founded your thrones and altars, then, On the bodies and souls of living men?
13310	''I ask no ampler skies than those His magic music rears above me, No falser friends, no truer foes,-- And does not Doña Clara love me?
13310	''I was the chosen trump wherethrough Our God sent forth awakening breath; Came chains?
13310	''Jes''to hold on till Johnson''s thru An''dug his Presidential grave is, An''_ then!_--who knows but we could slew The country roun''to put in----?
13310	''Let the South hev her rights?''
13310	''Oh, did it seem''z ef Providunce_ Could_ ever send a second Tyler?
13310	''Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs?''
13310	''Pray, why, if in Arcadia once, Need one so soon forget the way there?
13310	''Say, Obed, wut ye got?
13310	''Talented young parishioner''?
13310	''The earth,''they murmur,''is the tomb That vainly sought his life to prison; Why grovel longer in the gloom?
13310	''These buttercups shall brim with wine Beyond all Lesbian juice or Massic; May not New England be divine?
13310	''These loud ancestral boasts of yours, How can they else than vex us?
13310	''Tis a face that can never grow older, That never can part with its gleam,''Tis a gracious possession forever, For is it not all a dream?
13310	''Twun''t pay to scringe to England: will it pay 190 To fear thet meaner bully, old''They''ll say''?
13310	''WHAT WERE I, LOVE, IF I WERE STRIPPED OF THEE?''
13310	''Wall, no; I come designin''--''''To see my Ma?
13310	''We knowed wut his princerples wuz''fore we sent him''?
13310	''What boot your many- volumed gains, Those withered leaves forever turning, To win, at best, for all your pains, A nature mummy- wrapt to learning?
13310	''What make we, murmur''st thou?
13310	''What mean,''I ask,''these sudden joys?
13310	''What means that star,''the Shepherds said,''That brightens through the rocky glen?''
13310	''Where lies the capital, pilgrim, seat of who governs the Faithful?''
13310	''Where lies the capital, pilgrim, seat of who governs the Faithful?''
13310	''Who''d have thought she was near it?
13310	''Wut_ is_ there lef I''d like to know, Ef''tain''t the defference o''color, To keep up self- respec''an''show 400 The human natur''of a fullah?
13310	''You want to see my Pa, I s''pose?''
13310	''You want to see my Pa, I spose?''
13310	( Perhaps the pump and trough would do, If painted a judicious blue?)
13310	(?)
13310	--''My_ wut?_''sez I.--''Your gret- gret- gret,''sez he:''You would n''t ha''never ben here but for me.
13310	10 Then all was silent, till there smote my ear A movement in the stream that checked my breath: Was it the slow plash of a wading deer?
13310	10 Who ever''d ha''thought sech a pisonous rig Would be run by a chap thet wuz chose fer a Wig?
13310	10 Why make we moan For loss that doth enrich us yet With upward yearning of regret?
13310	10''What''s Beauty?''
13310	120 An''why should we kick up a muss About the Pres''dunt''s proclamation?
13310	120 XVI''Do souls alone clear- eyed, strong- kneed, To Him true service render, And they who need his hand to lead, Find they his heart untender?
13310	130 What the full summer to that wonder new?
13310	130_ Wut_''ll make ye act like freemen?
13310	140 Be patient, and perhaps( who knows?)
13310	140 In fields their boyish feet had known?
13310	150 Rightly?
13310	180 Was I too bitter?
13310	190 Here is no singer; What should they sing of?
13310	20 A loneliness that is not lone, A love quite withered up and gone, A strong soul ousted from its throne, What wouldst thou further, Rosaline?
13310	20 Ai nt princerple precious?
13310	20 D''ye spose the Gret Foreseer''s plan Wuz settled fer him in town- meetin''?
13310	20 Did Jehovah ask their counsel, or submit to them a plan, Ere He filled with loves, hopes, longings, this aspiring heart of man?
13310	20 Himself had loved a theme like this; Must I be its entomber?
13310	20 Never could mortal ear nor eye By sound or sign suspect them nigh, Yet why may not some subtler sense Than those poor two give evidence?
13310	200''Work?
13310	210 But_ are_ they lies?
13310	210 Wut''s your name?
13310	220 Did he set tu an''make it wut it is?
13310	220 Passionless, say you?
13310	230 An''is the country goin''to knuckle down To hev Smith sort their letters''stid o''Brown?
13310	230 Dare I think that I cast In the fountain of youth The fleeting reflection Of some bygone perfection That still lingers in me?
13310	240 Ai n''t_ this_ the true p''int?
13310	250"Can I have lodging here?"
13310	270 Ef they warn''t out, then why,''n the name o''sin, Make all this row''bout lettin''of''em in?
13310	30 But why this praise to make you blush and stare, And give a backache to your Easy- Chair?
13310	30 Can I look up with face aglow, And answer,''Father, here is gold''?
13310	30 Comes not to all some glimpse that brings Strange sense of sense- escaping things?
13310	30 III Tell me, young men, have ye seen Creature of diviner mien For true hearts to long and cry for, Manly hearts to live and die for?
13310	30 Is not here some other''s image, dark and sullied though it be, In this fellow- soul that worships, struggles Godward even as we?
13310	30''What helpeth lightness of the feet?''
13310	330 Is old Religion but a spectre now, Haunting the solitude of darkened minds, Mocked out of memory by the sceptic day?
13310	40 Ask I no more?
13310	40 Think you Truth a farthing rushlight, to be pinched out when you will With your deft official fingers, and your politicians''skill?
13310	40 Who never turned a suppliant from her door?
13310	40''Is there no hope?''
13310	400 XVI What fear could face a heaven and earth like this?
13310	490 Where would departed spinsters dwell?
13310	50 And a toast,--what should that, be?
13310	50 And are these tears?
13310	50 Hain''t we saved Habus Coppers, improved it in fact, By suspendin''the Unionists''stid o''the Act?
13310	50 What wonder if, with protest in my thought, Arrived, I find''twas only love I brought?
13310	500 If so, then where most torture fell?
13310	510 Did primitive Christians ever train?
13310	520 Was Junius writ by Thomas Paine?
13310	590 It was the first man''s charter; why not mine?
13310	60 Is it illusion?
13310	60''Is the doom sealed for Hesper?
13310	670 Delight like this the eye of after days Brightening with pride that here, at least, were men Who meant and did the noblest thing they knew?
13310	70 Could eighteen years strike down no deeper root?
13310	80 I write of one, While with dim eyes I think of three; Who weeps not others fair and brave as he?
13310	80 One needs something tangible, though, to begin on,-- A loom, as it were, for the fancy to spin on; What boots all your grist?
13310	80 THE MONIMENT You know them envys thet the Rebbles sent, An''Cap''n Wilkes he borried o''the Trent?
13310	80 What''s watching her slow flock''s increase To ventures for the golden fleece?
13310	80 Why more exotics?
13310	80''Come, Joan, your arm; we''ll walk the room-- The lane, I mean-- do you remember?
13310	9 You wonder why we''re hot, John?
13310	;''and in Beaumont and Fletcher''s''Wit without Money,''Valentine says,''Will you go drink, And let the world slide?''
13310	A cynic?
13310	A juggle of that pity for ourselves In others, which puts on such pretty masks And snares self- love with bait of charity?
13310	A new strait- waistcoat for the human mind; Are you not limbed, nerved, jointed, arteried, juiced, As other men?
13310	A rapier thrusts coat- skirt aside, My rough Tweeds bloom to silken pride,-- Who was it laughed?
13310	A sweetness intellectually conceived In simpler creeds to me impossible?
13310	A wildness rushing suddenly, A knowing some ill shape is nigh, A wish for death, a fear to die, Is not this vengeance, Rosaline?
13310	ANTI- APIS Praisest Law, friend?
13310	Adam, eldest son of, respected, his fall, how if he had bitten a sweet apple?
13310	After all, what is it but another form of_ straightway_?
13310	Ai n''t the laws free to all?
13310	Ai n''t the safeguards o''freedom upsot,''z you may say, Ef the right o''rev''lution is took clean away?
13310	Ai n''t_ sech_ things wuth secedin''for, an''gittin''red o''you Thet waller in your low idees, an''will tell all is blue?
13310	Ai nt it cute to see a Yankee Take sech everlastin''pains, All to get the Devil''s thankee Helpin''on''em weld their chains?
13310	Alas, who ever answer heard From fish, and dream- fish too?
13310	Albeit I follow fast, Who cometh over the hills, Who does his duty is a question, Who hath not been a poet?
13310	All things wuz gin to man for''s use, his sarvice, an''delight; 39 An''do n''t the Greek an''Hebrew words thet mean a Man mean White?
13310	Am I tagging my rhymes to a legend?
13310	Among the Arts whereof thou art_ Magister_, does that of_ seeing_ happen to be one?
13310	An''ai n''t thet sunthin''like a right divine To cut up ez kentenkerous ez I please, An''treat your Congress like a nest o''fleas?''
13310	An''ca n''t we spell it in thet short- han''way Till th''underpinnin''s settled so''s to stay?
13310	An''doosn''t the right primy- fashy include The bein''entitled to nut be subdued?
13310	An''then, agin, wut airthly use?
13310	And are those visioned shores I see But sirens''islands?
13310	And by what College of Cardinals is this our God''s- vicar, our binder and looser, elected?
13310	And canst not uncover, Enchantedly sleeping, The old shade of thy lover?
13310	And chase to dreamland back thy gods dethroned?
13310	And dear Brer Rabbit, can I forget him?
13310	And if pure light, as some deem, be the force That drives rejoicing planets on their course, Why for his power benign seek an impurer source?
13310	And is man wiser?
13310	And should we not rate more cheaply any honor that men could pay us, if we remembered that every day we sat at the table of the Great King?
13310	And think ye that building shall endure, Which shelters the noble and crushes the poor?
13310	And what gift bring I to this untried world?
13310	And what greater phonetic vagary( which Dryden, by the way, called_ fegary_) in our_ lingua rustica_ than this_ ker_ for_ couvre_?
13310	And what is so rare as a day in June?
13310	And when she came, how earned I such a gift?
13310	And which of us now would not feel wisely grateful, If his rhymes sold as fast as the Emblems of Quarles?
13310	And who are they but who forget?
13310	And why not_ illy_?
13310	And with commissioned talons wrench From thy supplanter''s grimy clench His sheath of steel, his wings of smoke and flame?
13310	And would you know who his hearers must be?
13310	And yet what is viler than the universal_ Misses_(_ Mrs._) for_ Mistress_?
13310	And, strangest of all, is not this singular person anxious to have me informed that he has received a fresh supply of Dimitry Bruisgins?
13310	Another star''neath Time''s horizon dropped, Are we, then, wholly fallen?
13310	Approaches, premonitions, signs, Voices of Ariel that die out In the dim No Man''s Land of Doubt?
13310	Are not here two who would have me know of their marriage?
13310	Are not my earth and heaven at strife?
13310	Are our morals, then, no better than_ mores_ after all?
13310	Are these Night''s dusky birds?
13310	Are those, I muse, the Easter chimes?
13310	Are we pledged to craven silence?
13310	Are, then, our woods, our mountains, and our streams, Needful to teach our poets how to sing?
13310	Art thou sound and whole?
13310	As horses with an instant thrill Measure their rider''s strength of will?
13310	Ask rather could he else have seen at all, Or grown in Nature''s mysteries an adept?
13310	Asked South demurely;''as agreed, The land is open to your seed, And would you fain prevent my pigs From running there their harmless rigs?
13310	At other times it has the sound of_ t_ in_ tough_, as_ Ware ye gain''tu?
13310	Beckonings of bright escape, of wings Purchased with loss of baser things?
13310	Behold here a force which I will make dig and plant and build for me''?
13310	Biglow?
13310	Blithe truancies from all control Of Hylë, outings of the soul?
13310	But du pray tell me,''fore we furder go, How in all Natur''did you come to know''bout our affairs,''sez I,''in Kingdom- Come?''
13310	But if bearing a grudge be the sure mark of a small mind in the individual, can it be a proof of high spirit in a nation?
13310	But is that a mountain playing cloud, 180 Or a cloud playing mountain, just there, so faint?
13310	But of what use to discuss the matter?
13310	But surely I shall admit the vulgarity of slurring or altogether eliding certain terminal consonants?
13310	But then the question come, How live together''thout losin''sleep, nor nary yew nor wether?
13310	But thet''s nothin''to du with it; wut right he d Palfrey To mix himself up with fanatical small fry?
13310	But what shall we make of_ git, yit_, and_ yis_?
13310	But whence came that ray?
13310	But, after the shipwreck, tell me What help in its iron thews, Still true to the broken hawser, Deep down among sea- weed and ooze?
13310	By whom, in fact, was Morgan slain?
13310	Callilate to stay?
13310	Came death?
13310	Can Summer fill the icy cup, Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter''s?
13310	Can our religion cope with deeds like this?
13310	Choice seems a thing indifferent: thus or so, What matters it?
13310	Come, neighbor, you do n''t understan''-- THE BRIDGE How?
13310	Comes there a prince to- day?
13310	Conciliate?
13310	Could longing, though its heart broke, give Trances in which we chiefly live?
13310	Could matter ever suffer pain?
13310	Could she partake, and live, our human stains?
13310	Could the world stir''thout she went, tu, ez nus?
13310	Cuckoo!_ Still on it went, With hints of mockery in its tone; How could such hoards of time be spent By one poor mortal''s wit alone?
13310	D''you think they''ll suck me in to jine the Buff''lo chaps, an''them Rank infidels thet go agin the Scriptur''l cus o''Shem?
13310	DAS EWIG- WEIBLICHE How was I worthy so divine a loss, Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?
13310	DE R. Why should I seek her spell to decompose Or to its source each rill of influence trace That feeds the brimming river of her grace?
13310	Daily such splendors to confront Is still to me and you sent?
13310	Did Ensign mean to marry Jane?
13310	Did Jubal, or whoever taught the girls thrumming, Make the patriarchs deaf at a dollar the hour?
13310	Did Le Sage steal Gil Blas from Spain?
13310	Did dancing sentence folks to hell?
13310	Did ghosts, to scare folks, drag a chain?
13310	Did he always feel the point of what was said to himself?
13310	Did he diskiver it?
13310	Did he lose all the fathers, brothers, sons?
13310	Did he put thru the rebbles, clear the docket, An''pay th''expenses out of his own pocket?
13310	Did it ever enter that old bewildered head of thine that there was the_ Possibility of the Infinite_ in him?
13310	Did n''t I love to see''em growin'', Three likely lads ez wal could be, Hahnsome an''brave an''not tu knowin''?
13310	Did none have teeth pulled without payin'', Ere ether was invented?
13310	Did spirits by Webster''s system spell?
13310	Did spirits have the sense of smell?
13310	Did the Rebs accep''''em?
13310	Do n''t your memory fail?
13310	Do we not know from Josephus, that, careful of His decree, a certain river in Judaea abstained from flowing on the day of Rest?
13310	Do ye not hear, as she comes, 20 The bay of the deep- mouthed guns, The gathering rote of the drums?
13310	Do you ask me to make such?
13310	Does he think he can be Uncle Sammle''s policeman, An''wen Sam gits tipsy an''kicks up a riot, Lead him off to the lockup to snooze till he''s quiet?
13310	Donne, you forgive?
13310	Dost thou not know me, that I am thy brother?
13310	Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul''s love of home than this?
13310	Doth my heart overween?
13310	Doth narrow search show thee no earthly stain?
13310	Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanned?
13310	Dream- stuff?
13310	E''en if won, what''s the good of Life''s medals and prizes?
13310	E''er longed to mingle with a mortal fate Intense with pathos of its briefer date?
13310	Earth''s mightiest deigned to wear it,--why not he?''
13310	Ef nut, whose fault is''t thet we hevn''t kep''em?
13310	Ef_ I_ turned mad dogs loose, John, On_ your_ front- parlor stairs, 20 Would it jest meet your views, John, To wait an''sue their heirs?
13310	Even it indicted, what is that but fudge To him who counted- in the elective judge?
13310	Excalibur and Durandart are swords of price, but then Why draw them sternly when you wish to trim your nails or pen?
13310	Experience( so we''re told), Time''s crucible, turns lead to gold; Yet what''s experience won but dross, Cloud- gold transmuted to our loss?
13310	FACT OR FANCY?
13310	FANCY UNDER THE OCTOBER MAPLES What mean these banners spread, These paths with royal red So gaily carpeted?
13310	FREEDOM Are we, then, wholly fallen?
13310	FRIENDSHIP AGASSIZ Come Dicesti_ egli ebbe?_ non viv''egli ancora?
13310	FRIENDSHIP AGASSIZ Come Dicesti_ egli ebbe?_ non viv''egli ancora?
13310	Fact or Fancy?
13310	Farther and farther back we push From Moses and his burning bush; Cry,''Art Thou there?''
13310	Felt they no pang of passionate regret For those unsolid goods that seem so much our own?
13310	Fie, for shame, brother bard; with good fruit of your own, Ca n''t you let Neighbor Emerson''s orchards alone?
13310	Fit for a queen?
13310	Fly thither?
13310	Fly thither?
13310	For their edict does the soul wait, ere it swing round to the pole Of the true, the free, the God- willed, all that makes it be a soul?
13310	For what but a dealer in this article was that Æolus who supplied Ulysses with motive- power for his fleet in bags?
13310	For would n''t the Yankees hev found they''d ketched Tartars, Ef they''d raised two sech critters as them into martyrs?
13310	For, through my newspaper here, do not families take pains to send me, an entire stranger, news of a death among them?
13310	Forever must one be taken?''
13310	Gather the ravens, then, in funeral file For him, life''s morn yet golden in his hair?
13310	Give to Cæsar what is Cæsar''s?
13310	God bends from out the deep and says,''I gave thee the great gift of life; Wast thou not called in many ways?
13310	Gone who so swift as he?
13310	Good Man all own you; what is left me, then, To heighten praise with but Good Citizen?
13310	Ha''n''t they made your env''ys w''iz?
13310	Ha''n''t they sold your colored seamen?
13310	Had I not been doing in my study precisely what my boy was doing out of doors?
13310	Had he who drew such gladness ever wept?
13310	Had my thoughts any more chance of coming to life by being submerged in rhyme than his hair by soaking in water?
13310	Had she beauty?
13310	Hain''t we rescued from Seward the gret leadin''featurs Thet makes it wuth while to be reasonin''creators?
13310	Ham''s seed wuz gin to us in chairge, an''should n''t we be li''ble In Kingdom Come, ef we kep''back their priv''lege in the Bible?
13310	Hardest heart would call it very awful When thou look''st at us and seest-- oh, what?
13310	Has Spring, on all the breezes blown, At length arrived?
13310	Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land?
13310	Hath Good less power of prophecy than Ill?
13310	Hath he the Many''s plaudits found more sweet Than Wisdom?
13310	Have I heard, have I seen All I feel, all I know?
13310	Have I not as truly served thee As thy chosen ones of yore?
13310	Have no heaven- habitants e''er felt a void In hearts sublimed with ichor unalloyed?
13310	Have we not from the earth drawn juices Too fine for earth''s sordid uses?
13310	Have you not made us lead of gold?
13310	He blew a whiff, and, leaning back his head,"You come a piece through Bailey''s woods, I s''pose, Acrost a bridge where a big swamp- oak grows?
13310	He gropes for his remaining hairs,-- Is this a fleece that feels so curly?
13310	He haint, though?
13310	He haint, though?
13310	He thinks secession never took''em out, An''mebby he''s correc'', but I misdoubt?
13310	Help came but slowly; surely no man yet Put lever to the heavy world with less: What need of help?
13310	Her passion, purified to palest flame, Can it thus kindle?
13310	Hey?
13310	Hez act''ly nothin''taken place sence then To larn folks they must hendle fects like men?
13310	Hez he?
13310	Hez he?
13310	His nights of the rueful countenance;''I thought most folks,''one neighbor said,''Gave up the ghost when they were dead?''
13310	His was a spirit that to all thy poor Was kind as slumber after pain: Why ope so soon thy heaven- deep Quiet''s door And call him home again?
13310	How baldness might be cured or foiled?
13310	How could poet ever tower, If his passions, hopes, and fears, If his triumphs and his tears, Kept not measure with his people?
13310	How forfeit?
13310	How heal diseased potatoes?
13310	How is it with thee?
13310	How keep reproach at bay?
13310	How known?
13310	How many educated men pronounce the_ t_ in_ chestnut_?
13310	How seen?
13310	How shall you speak to urge your right, Choked with that soil for which you lust?
13310	How stands the account of that stewardship?
13310	How tell to what heaven- hallowed seat The eagle bent his courses?
13310	How yield I back The trust for such high uses given?
13310	How?
13310	Hung o''er the ocean afar?
13310	I come dasignin''--''To see my Ma?
13310	I count to learn how late it is, Until, arrived at thirty- four, I question,''What strange world is this Whose lavish hours would make me poor?''
13310	I feel it and know it, Who doubts it of such as she?
13310	I gave thee of my seed to sow, Bringest thou me my hundredfold?''
13310	I once asked a stage- driver if the other side of a hill were as steep as the one we were climbing:''Steep?
13310	I seem to see this; how shall I gainsay What all our journals tell me every day?
13310	I therefore leave it with a?
13310	I went to a free soil meetin''once, an''wut d''ye think I see?
13310	I''d make such proceeding felonious,-- Have they all of them slept in the cave of Trophonius?
13310	I''ve tried to define it, but what mother''s son Could ever yet do what he knows should be done?
13310	I''ve wished her healthy, wealthy, wise, What more can godfather devise?
13310	II As I read on, what changes steal O''er me and through, from head to heel?
13310	II Can, then, my twofold nature find content In vain conceits of airy blandishment?
13310	II Do you twit me with days when I had an Ideal, And saw the sear future through spectacles green?
13310	IX But is there hope to save Even this ethereal essence from the grave?
13310	If Earth were solid or a shell?
13310	If Goddess, could she feel the blissful woe That women in their self- surrender know?
13310	If I with staff and scallop- shell should try my way to win, Would Bonifaces quarrel as to who should take me in?
13310	If I, with too senescent air, Invade your elder memory''s pale, You snub me with a pitying''Where Were you in the September Gale?''
13310	If Paine''s invention were a sell?
13310	If Saturn''s rings were two or three, And what bump in Phrenology They truly represented?
13310	If life''s true seat were in the brain?
13310	If mortal merely, could my nature cope With such o''ermastery of maddening hope?
13310	If not, what counsel to retain?
13310	If only dear to Him the strong, That never trip nor wander, Where were the throng whose morning song Thrills his blue arches yonder?
13310	If the late Zenas Smith were well?
13310	If to be the thrall Of love, and faith too generous to defend Its very life from him she loved, be sin, What hope of grace may the seducer win?
13310	If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother''s pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed?
13310	Immortal?
13310	In household faces waiting at the door Their evening step should lighten up no more?
13310	In six months where''ll the People be, Ef leaders look on revolution 90 Ez though it wuz a cup o''tea,-- Jest social el''ments in solution?
13310	In trees their fathers''hands had set, And which with them had grown, Widening each year their leafy coronet?
13310	In what river Selemnus has Mr. Sawin bathed, that he has become so swiftly oblivious of his former loves?
13310	Indeed, why should not_ sithence_ take that form?
13310	Irving?
13310	Is a thrush gurgling from the brake?
13310	Is earth too poor to give us 70 Something to live for here that shall outlive us?
13310	Is her purpose this?
13310	Is it Fancy''s play?
13310	Is it Fancy''s play?
13310	Is it Thor''s hammer Rays in his right hand?
13310	Is it a type, since Nature''s Lyre Vibrates to every note in man, Of that insatiable desire, Meant to be so since life began?
13310	Is it alone where freedom is, Where God is God and man is man?
13310	Is it not better here to be, Than to be toiling late and soon?
13310	Is it not possible that the Shakers may intend to convey a quiet reproof and hint, in fastening their outer garments with hooks and eyes?
13310	Is it where he by chance is born?
13310	Is not a''sleeveless errand''one that can not be unravelled, incomprehensible, and therefore bootless?
13310	Is our_ gin_ for_ given_ more violent than_ mar''l_ for_ marvel_, which was once common, and which I find as late as Herrick?
13310	Is that no work?
13310	Is there no corner safe from peeping Doubt, Since Gutenberg made thought cosmopolite And stretched electric threads from mind to mind?
13310	Is there none left of thy stanch Mayflower breed?
13310	Is there nothing more divine Than the patched- up broils of Congress, venal, full of meat and wine?
13310	Is there, say you, nothing higher?
13310	Is this Atlantis?
13310	Is this ere pop''lar gov''ment thet we run A kin''o''sulky, made to kerry one?
13310	Is this wise?
13310	Is true Freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget That we owe mankind a debt?
13310	Is your God a wooden fetish, to be hidden out of sight That his block eyes may not see you do the thing that is not right?
13310	It is perhaps a_ pis aller_, but is not_ No Thoroughfare_ written up everywhere else?
13310	It is the tyrants who have beaten out Ploughshares and pruning- hooks to spears and swords, And shall I pause and moralize and doubt?
13310	It''s a fact o''wich ther''s bushils o''proofs; Fer how could we trample on''t so, I wonder, Ef''t worn''t thet it''s ollers under our hoofs?''
13310	It''s there we fail; Weak plans grow weaker yit by lengthenin'': Wut use in addin''to the tail, When it''s the head''s in need o''strengthenin''?
13310	It''s you thet''s to decide; 110 Ai n''t_ your_ bonds held by Fate, John, Like all the world''s beside?
13310	Italy?
13310	Kind hearts are beating on every side; Ah, why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the shell of this great world?
13310	Knew you what silence was before?
13310	L''ENVOI TO THE MUSE Whither?
13310	LAST POEMS HOW I CONSULTED THE ORACLE OF THE GOLDFISHES What know we of the world immense Beyond the narrow ring of sense?
13310	LONGING Of all the myriad moods of mind That through the soul come thronging, Which one was e''er so dear, so kind, So beautiful as Longing?
13310	LOVE AND THOUGHT What hath Love with Thought to do?
13310	Law is holy: ay, but what law?
13310	Light of those eyes that made the light of mine, Where shine you?
13310	Little I ask of Fate; will she refuse Some days of reconcilement with the Muse?
13310	Make not youth''s sourest grapes the best wine of our life?
13310	Man who takes His consciousness the law to be Of all beyond his ken, and makes God but a bigger kind of Me?
13310	May not the reason of this exceptional form be looked for in that tendency to dodge what is hard to pronounce, to which I have already alluded?
13310	Methinks an angry scorn is here well- timed: Where find retreat?
13310	Moments that darken all beside, Tearfully radiant as a bride?
13310	More men?
13310	More''n this,--hain''t we the literatoor an science, tu, by gorry?
13310	Must Hesper join the wailing ghosts of names?''
13310	Must I go huntin''round to find a chap To tell me when my face hez he d a slap?
13310	Must it be thus forever?
13310	Must we forever, then, be alone?
13310	Must we suppose, then, that the profession of Christianity was only intended for losels, or, at best, to afford an opening for plebeian ambition?
13310	My ode to ripening summer classic?
13310	Nature?
13310	Nay, after the Fall did the modiste keep coming With the last styles of fig- leaf to Madam Eve''s bower?
13310	Nay, did Faith build this wonder?
13310	Nay, did he not even( shall I dare to hint it?)
13310	Nay, how can you ask me, sweet?
13310	Nay, what though The yellow blood of Trade meanwhile should pour Along its arteries a shrunken flow, And the idle canvas droop around the shore?
13310	Nay, when, once paid my mortal fee, Some idler on my headstone grim Traces the moss- blurred name, will he Think me the happier, or I him?
13310	Need he reckon his date by the Almanac''s measure Who is twenty life- long in the eyes of his wife?
13310	New men come as strong, And those sleep nameless; or renown in war?
13310	Nex''thing to knowin''you''re well off is_ nut_ to know when y''ai n''t; An''ef Jeff says all''s goin''wal, who''ll ventur''t''say it ai n''t?
13310	No spark among the ashes of thy sires, Of Virtue''s altar- flame the kindling seed?
13310	No?
13310	Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?
13310	Not there, amid the stormy wilderness, 180 Should we learn wisdom; or if learned, what room To put it into act,--else worse than naught?
13310	Not thinking,"Are we worthy?"
13310	Not understan''?
13310	Nothing?
13310	Now is there anythin''on airth''ll ever prove to me Thet renegader slaves like him air fit fer bein''free?
13310	Nymph of the unreturning feet, How may I win thee back?
13310	O Duty, am I dead to thee In this my cloistered ecstasy, In this lone shallop on the sea That drifts tow''rd Silence?
13310	O my life, have we not had seasons That only said, Live and rejoice?
13310	O''er what quenched grandeur must our shroud be drawn?
13310	Oh, whither, whither, glory- wingèd dreams, From out Life''s, sweat and turmoil would ye bear me?
13310	On little toes or great toes?
13310	On what happier fields and flowers?
13310	Once more tug bravely at the peril''s root, Though death came with it?
13310	One that will wash, I mean, and wear, And wrap us warmly from despair?
13310	Or Judge self- made, executor of laws By him not first discussed and voted on?
13310	Or are we, then, arrived too late, Doomed with the rest to grope disconsolate, Foreclosed of Beauty by our modern date?
13310	Or could it have been Long ago?
13310	Or evade the test If right or wrong in this God''s world of ours Be leagued with mightier powers?
13310	Or is political information expected to come Dogberry- fashion in England, like reading and writing, by nature?
13310	Or shall we try the experiment of hiding our Jonah in a safe place, that none may lay hands on him to make jetsam of him?
13310	Or thet ther''d ben no Fall o''Man, Ef Adam''d on''y bit a sweetin''?
13310	Or was it not mere sympathy of brain?
13310	Or was it some eidolon merely, sent By her who rules the shades in banishment, To mock me with her semblance?
13310	Or why, once there, be such a dunce As not contentedly to stay there?''
13310	Or with gladness are they full, For the night so beautiful, And longing for those far- off spheres?
13310	Or would my pilgrim''s progress end where Bunyan started his on, And my grand tour be round and round the backyard of a prison?
13310	Our legends from one source were drawn, I scarce distinguish yours from mine, And_ do n''t_ we make the Gentiles yawn With''You remembers?''
13310	PRISON OF CERVANTES Seat of all woes?
13310	Pickenses, Boggses, Pettuses, Magoffins, Letchers, Polks,-- Where can you scare up names like them among your mudsill folks?
13310	Poured our young martyrs their high- hearted blood That we might trample to congenial mud 170 The soil with such a legacy sublimed?
13310	Pure Mephistopheles all this?
13310	Put before such a phrase as''How d''e do?''
13310	Quem patronum rogaturus?
13310	Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
13310	Quis se pro patria curavit impigre tutum?
13310	Quisnam putidius( hic) sarsuit Yankinimicos, Sæpius aut dedit ultro datam et broke his parolam?
13310	Recollect wut fun we he d, you''n''I an''Ezry Hollis, Up there to Waltham plain last fall, along o''the Cornwallis?
13310	Resolves, do you say, o''the Springfield Convention?
13310	Said the King to his daughters three;''For I to Vanity Fair am bound, Now say what shall they be?''
13310	Saint Ambrose affirms, that_ veritas a quocunque_( why not, then,_ quomodocunque?)
13310	Say it or sing it?
13310	See ye not that woman pale?
13310	Shakespeare pronounced_ kind__ k[)i]nd_, or what becomes of his play on that word and_ kin_ in''Hamlet''?
13310	Shall I confess?
13310	Shall he divine no strength unmade of votes, Inward, impregnable, found soon as sought, 620 Not cognizable of sense, o''er sense supreme?
13310	Shall it be love, or hate, John?
13310	Shall we to more continuance make pretence?
13310	Shall we treat Him as if He were a child That knew not his own purpose?
13310	She, the last ripeness of earth, Beautiful, prophesied long?
13310	She_ is_ some punkins, thet I wun''t deny,( For ai n''t she some related to you''n''I?)
13310	Shoe it or wing it, So it may outrun or outfly ME, Merest cocoon- web whence it broke free?
13310	Should we be nothing, because somebody had contrived to be something( and that perhaps in a provincial dialect) ages ago?
13310	Show Made of the wish to have it so?
13310	Shut in what tower of darkling chance Or dungeon of a narrow doom, Dream''st thou of battle- axe and lance That for the Cross make crashing room?
13310	Simply?
13310	Since we love, what need to think?
13310	So our world is made Of life and death commingled; and the sighs Outweigh the smiles, in equal balance laid: What compensation?
13310	Soll sie darum unsere Schriften eben so schaal und falsch machen als unsern Umgang?''
13310	Some folks''ould call thet reddikle, do you?
13310	Some more substantial boon Than such as flows and ebbs with Fortune''s fickle moon?
13310	Speechisque articulisque hominum quis fortior ullus, Ingeminans pennæ lickos et vulnera vocis?
13310	Spose not; wal, the mean old codger went An''offered-- wut reward, think?
13310	Spurn you more wealth than can be told, The fowl that lays the eggs of gold, Because she''s plainly clad, man?''
13310	Step up an''take a nipper, sir; I''m dreffle glad to see ye:''110 But now it''s''Ware''s my eppylet?
13310	TELEPATHY''And how could you dream of meeting?''
13310	THE BRIDGE Wal, neighbor, tell us wut''s turned up thet''s new?
13310	THE FATHERLAND Where is the true man''s fatherland?
13310	THE FLYING DUTCHMAN Do n''t believe in the Flying Dutchman?
13310	THE LANDLORD What boot your houses and your lands?
13310	THE PARTING OF THE WAYS GODMINSTER CHIMES WRITTEN IN AID OF A CHIME OF BELLS FOR CHRIST CHURCH, CAMBRIDGE Godminster?
13310	THE PARTING OF THE WAYS Who hath not been a poet?
13310	THE SECRET I have a fancy: how shall I bring it Home to all mortals wherever they be?
13310	THE SINGING LEAVES A BALLAD I''What fairings will ye that I bring?''
13310	Take nary man?
13310	Taste and be humanized: what though the cup, With thy lips frenzied, shatter?
13310	Tell me, ye who scanned The stars, Earth''s elders, still must noblest aims Be traced upon oblivious ocean- sands?
13310	That asked not for causes and reasons, But made us all feeling and voice?
13310	That light dare not o''erleap the brink Of morn, because''tis dark with you?
13310	That many blamed me could not irk me long, But, if you doubted, must I not be wrong?
13310	That soul so softly radiant and so white 210 The track it left seems less of fire than light, Cold but to such as love distemperature?
13310	That''s the way metters stood at fust; now wut wuz I to du, But jes''to make the best on''t an''off coat an''buckle tu?
13310	The Earth has drunk the vintage up; What boots it patch the goblet''s splinters?
13310	The South says,''_ Poor folks down!_''John, 100 An''''_ All men up!_''say we,-- White, yaller, black, an''brown, John: Now which is your idee?
13310	The cusses an''the promerses make one gret chain, an''ef You snake one link out here, one there, how much on''t ud be lef''?
13310	The minute the old chap arrived, you see, Comes the Boss- devil to him, and says he,''What are you good at?
13310	The moral?
13310	The old_ porcos ante ne projiciatis_ MARGARITAS, for him you have verified gratis; What matters his name?
13310	The ship- building longer and wearier, The voyage''s struggle and strife, And then the darker and drearier Wreck of a broken life?
13310	The verses?
13310	The winding stair that steals aloof To chapel- mysteries''neath the roof?
13310	Them spoons, were they by Betty ta''en?
13310	Then rang a clear tone over all,--''One plea for him allow me: I once heard call from o''er me,"Saul, Why persecutest thou me?"''
13310	Therein lies much, nay all; for what truly is this which we name_ All_, but that which we do_ not_ possess?...
13310	They dreamed not what a die was cast With that first answering shot; what then?
13310	They, the unresting?
13310	Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years?
13310	Think you it were not pleasanter to speak Smooth words that leave unflushed the brow and cheek?
13310	Think''st thou that score of men beyond the sea Claim more God''s care than all of England here?
13310	This feeling fresher than a boy''s?
13310	This is no age to get cathedrals built: Did God, then, wait for one in Bethlehem?
13310	Those deep, dark eyes so warm and bright, Wherein the fortunes of the man Lay slumbering in prophetic light, In characters a child might scan?
13310	Thou find''st it not?
13310	Thou shudder''st, Ovid?
13310	To carve thy fullest thought, what though Time was not granted?
13310	To feed your crucible, not sold Our temple''s sacred chalices?''
13310	To him Philemon:''I''ll not balk Thy will with any shackle; Wilt add a harden to thy walk?
13310	To him the in- comer,"Perez, how d''ye do?"
13310	To him who, deadly hurt, agen Flashed on afore the charge''s thunder, Tippin''with fire the bolt of men Thet rived the Rebel line asunder?
13310	To learn such a simple lesson, Need I go to Paris and Rome, That the many make the household, But only one the home?
13310	To thee, quite wingless( and even featherless) biped, has not so much even as a dream of wings ever come?
13310	Transfuse the ferment of their being Into our own, past hearing, seeing, As men, if once attempered so, Far off each other''s thought can know?
13310	Turn those tracks toward Past or Future that make Plymouth Rock sublime?
13310	Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,''Father, who makes it snow?''
13310	V How looks Appledore in a storm?
13310	V O Broker- King, is this thy wisdom''s fruit?
13310	V Whither leads the path To ampler fates that leads?
13310	VI Why cometh she hither to- day To this low village of the plain Far from the Present''s loud highway, From Trade''s cool heart and seething brain?
13310	VII And yet who would change the old dream for new treasure?
13310	VII Is here no triumph?
13310	VII Think you these felt no charms In their gray homesteads and embowered farms?
13310	VIII Is love learned only out of poets''books?
13310	VILLA FRANCA 1859 Wait a little: do_ we_ not wait?
13310	Voted agin him?
13310	Voted agin him?
13310	Wait a little: do_ we_ not wait?
13310	Want to tackle_ me_ in, du ye?
13310	Warn''t there_ two_ sides?
13310	Warn''t we gittin''on prime with our hot an''cold blowin'', Acondemnin''the war wilst we kep''it agoin''?
13310	Was I then truly all that I beheld?
13310	Was I, then, more than mortal made?
13310	Was Jonas coming back again?
13310	Was Sir John Franklin sought in vain?
13310	Was Socrates so dreadful plain?
13310	Was Uncle Ethan mad or sane, And could his will in force remain?
13310	Was dying all they had the skill to do?
13310	Was it a sin to be a belle?
13310	Was it mine eyes''imposture I have seen Flit with the moonbeams on from shade to sheen Through the wood- openings?
13310	Was she not born of the strong?
13310	Was she not born of the wise?
13310	Was the Earth''s axis greased or oiled?
13310	Was vital truth upon the wane?
13310	Was''t he thet shou''dered all them million guns?
13310	We begin to think it''s nater To take sarse an''not be riled;-- 30 Who''d expect to see a tater All on eend at bein''biled?
13310	We ca n''t never choose him o''course,--thet''s flat; Guess we shall hev to come round,( do n''t you?)
13310	We each are young, we each have a heart, Why stand we ever coldly apart?
13310	We knew you child and youth and man, A wonderful fellow to dream and plan, With a great thing always to come,--who knows?
13310	We trusted then, aspired, believed That earth could be remade to- morrow; Ah, why be ever undeceived?
13310	We were ready to come out next mornin''with fresh ones; Besides, ef we did,''twas our business alone, Fer could n''t we du wut we would with our own?
13310	Were ducks discomforted by rain?
13310	Were it thus, How''scape I shame, whose will was traitorous?
13310	Were spirits fond of Doctor Fell?
13310	Were they, or were they not?
13310	What Time''s fruitless tooth With gay immortals such as you Whose years but emphasize your youth?
13310	What all our lives to save thee?
13310	What archer of his arrows is so choice, Or hits the white so surely?
13310	What are you doing, madman?
13310	What bands of love and service bind This being to a brother heart?
13310	What brings us thronging these high rites to pay, And seal these hours the noblest of our year, 230 Save that our brothers found this better way?
13310	What countless years and wealth of brain were spent,''What fairings will ye that I bring?''
13310	What does it mean, The world- old quarrel?
13310	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
13310	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
13310	What doth the poor man''s son inherit?
13310	What ever''scaped Oblivion''s subtle wrong Save a few clarion names, or golden threads of song?
13310	What has the Calendar to do With poets?
13310	What hath Love with Thought to do?
13310	What hath she that others want?
13310	What if all The scornful landscape should turn round and say,"This is a fool, and that a popinjay"?
13310	What is passion for But to sublime our natures and control, To front heroic toils with late return, Or none, or such as shames the conqueror?
13310	What lurking- place, thought we, for doubts or fears, When, the day''s swan, she swam along the cheers Of the Alcalá, five happy months ago?
13310	What makes this line, familiar long, New as the first bird''s April song?
13310	What matters the ashes that cover those?
13310	What need To know that truth whose knowledge can not save?
13310	What now were best?
13310	What profits me, though doubt by doubt, As nail by nail, be driven out, 170 When every new one, like the last, Still holds my coffin- lid as fast?
13310	What puff the strained sails of your praise will you furl at, if The calmest degree that you know is superlative?
13310	What remedy would bugs expel?
13310	What romance would be left?--who can flatter or kiss trees?
13310	What shall compensate an ideal dimmed?
13310	What shape by exile dreamed elates the mind Like hers whose hand, a fortress of the poor, No blood in vengeance spilt, though lawful, stains?
13310	What silveriest cloud could hang''neath such a sky?
13310	What teamster guided Charles''s wain?
13310	What then?
13310	What though his memory shall have vanished, Since the good deed he did survives?
13310	What throbbing verse can fitly render 60 That face so pure, so trembling- tender?
13310	What was it ailed Lucindy''s knee?
13310	What was snow- bearded Odin, trow, The mighty hunter long ago, Whose horn and hounds the peasant hears Still when the Northlights shake their spears?
13310	What was the family- name of Cain?
13310	What were our lives without thee?
13310	What wonder if Sir Launfal now Remembered the keeping of his vow?
13310	What would n''t I give if I never had known of her?
13310	What would take out a cherry- stain?
13310	What''s Knowledge, with her stocks and lands, To gay Conjecture''s yellow strands?
13310	What''s this?
13310	What, for example, is Milton''s''_ edge_ of battle''but a doing into English of the Latin_ acies?
13310	When empires must be wound, we bring the shroud, The time- old web of the implacable Three: Is it too coarse for him, the young and proud?
13310	When we went with the winds in their blowing, When Nature and we were peers, And we seemed to share in the flowing Of the inexhaustible years?
13310	Whence?
13310	Where on airth else d''ye see Every freeman improvin''his own rope an''tree?
13310	Where were your dinner orators When slavery grasped at Texas?
13310	Where''d their soles go tu, like to know, ef we should let''em ketch Freeknowledgism an''Fourierism an''Speritoolism an''sech?
13310	Where''s Peace?
13310	Wherefore?
13310	Whether Noah was justifiable in preserving this class of insects?
13310	Whether folks eat folks in Feejee?
13310	Whether mankind would not agree, 530 If the universe were tuned in C?
13310	Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not, Whether the idle prisoner through his grate, While the slow clock, as they were miser''s gold, Whither?
13310	Whether_ his_ name would end with T?
13310	Which do I most feel As I read on?
13310	Which?
13310	While in and out the verses wheel The wind- caught robes trim feet reveal, Lithe ankles that to music glide, But chastely and by chance descried; Art?
13310	Whither?
13310	Who are those two that stand aloof?
13310	Who asks for a prospec''more flettrin''an''bright, When from here clean to Texas it''s all one free fight?
13310	Who cares for the Resolves of''61, Thet tried to coax an airthquake with a bun?
13310	Who cleaned the moon when it was soiled?
13310	Who dare again to say we trace 330 Our lines to a plebeian race?
13310	Who else like you Could sift the seedcorn from our chaff, And make us with the pen we knew Deathless at least in epitaph?
13310	Who ever wooed As in his boyish hope he would have done?
13310	Who gets a hair''s- breadth on by showing That Something Else set all agoing?
13310	Who hath not, With life''s new quiver full of wingèd years, Shot at a venture, and then, following on, Stood doubtful at the Parting of the Ways?
13310	Who his phrase can choose That sees the life- blood of his dearest ooze?
13310	Who is it hath not strength to stand alone?
13310	Who is it needs such flawless shafts as Fate?
13310	Who is it thwarts and bilks the inward MUST?
13310	Who is it will not dare himself to trust?
13310	Who knows but from our loins may spring( Long hence) some winged sweet- throated thing As much superior to us As we to Cynocephalus?
13310	Who knows, thought I, but he has come, By Charon kindly ferried, To tell me of a mighty sum Behind my wainscot buried?
13310	Who made the law thet hurts, John,_ Heads I win,--ditto tails?_''J.B.''
13310	Who owns this country, is it they or Andy?
13310	Who picked the pocket of Seth Crane, Of Waldo precinct, State, of Maine?
13310	Who reared those towers of earliest song That lift us from the crowd to peace Remote in sunny silences?''
13310	Who says this?
13310	Who says thy day is o''er?
13310	Who sit where once in crowned seclusion sate The long- proved athletes of debate 210 Trained from their youth, as none thinks needful now?
13310	Who taught him to exhort men to prepare for eternity, as for some future era of which the present forms no integral part?
13310	Who was our Huldah''s chosen swain?
13310	Who was the nymph?
13310	Who wuz the''Nited States''fore Richmon''fell?
13310	Whose conquests are the gains of all mankind?
13310	Whose ever such kind eyes That pierced so deep, such scope, save his whose feet By Avon ceased''neath the same April''s skies?
13310	Why art thou made a god of, thou poor type Of anger, and revenge, and cunning force?
13310	Why be glum?
13310	Why cometh she?
13310	Why give up faith for sorrow?
13310	Why more than those Phantoms that startle your repose, Half seen, half heard, then flit away, And leave you your prose- bounded day?
13310	Why not, when it comes from_ holà_?
13310	Why should we any more be alone?
13310	Why should we fly?
13310	Why should_ you_ stand aghast at their fierce wordy war, if You scalp one another for Bank or for Tariff?
13310	Why spend on me, a poor earth- delving mole, The fireside sweetnesses, the heavenward lift, The hourly mercy, of a woman''s soul?
13310	Why waste such precious wood to make my cross, Such far- sought roses for my crown of thorns?
13310	Why, when we have a kitchen- range, insist that we shall stop, And bore clear down to central fires to broil our daily chop?
13310	Why, where in thunder was his horns and tail?"
13310	Why, wut''s to hender, pray?
13310	Why?
13310	Wich of our onnable body''d be safe?''
13310	Will any one familiar with the New England countryman venture to tell me that he does_ not_ speak of sacred things familiarly?
13310	Will any scientific touch With my worn strings achieve as much?
13310	Will what our ballots rear, responsible To no grave forethought, stand so long as this?
13310	Will your Excellency permit me to say I think it may be of ill consequence?
13310	Would earth- worm poultice cure a sprain?
13310	Would it not be convenient, if your Excellency should forbid the Printers''inserting such news?''
13310	Would the Sanctifier and Setter- apart of the seventh day have assisted in a victory gained on the Sabbath, as was one in the late war?
13310	Wraiths some transfigured nerve divines?
13310	Wut good in bein''white, onless It''s fixed by law, nut lef''to guess, We''re a heap smarter an''they duller?
13310	Wut shall we du?
13310	Wut wuz there in them from this vote to prevent him?
13310	Wut''s the sweetest small on airth?''
13310	Wut''s the use o''meetin''-goin''Every Sabbath, wet or dry, 50 Ef it''s right to go amowin''Feller- men like oats an''rye?
13310	Wut?
13310	Wut?
13310	Wut?
13310	Wut_ is_ the news?
13310	Wuz the South needfle their full name to spell?
13310	X Who now shall sneer?
13310	XXII Why follow here that grim old chronicle Which counts the dagger- strokes and drops of blood?
13310	XXXII How should she dream of ill?
13310	Yea, what art thou, blind, unconverted Jew, That with thy idol- volume''s covers two Wouldst make a jail to coop the living God?
13310	Yet if life''s solid things illusion seem, Why may not substance wear the mask of dream?
13310	Yet who dare call it blind, Knowing what life is, what our human- kind?
13310	Yet will some graver thoughts intrude, And cares of sterner mood; They won thee: who shall keep thee?
13310	You didn''chance to run ag''inst my son, A long, slab- sided youngster with a gun?
13310	[ 22] You say,''We''d ha''seared''em by growin''in peace, A plaguy sight more then by bobberies like these''?
13310	[ Footnote 22: Jortin is willing to allow of other miracles besides those recorded in Holy Writ, and why not of othere prophecies?
13310	[ Those have not been wanting( as, indeed, when hath Satan been to seek for attorneys?)
13310	_ Bobolink_: is this a contraction for Bob o''Lincoln?
13310	_ Did_ the bull toll Cock- Robin''s knell?
13310	_ How_ did Britannia rule the main?
13310	_ Quare fremuerunt gentes?_ Who is he that can twice a week be inspired, or has eloquence(_ ut ita dicam_) always on tap?
13310	_ Quare fremuerunt gentes?_ Who is he that can twice a week be inspired, or has eloquence(_ ut ita dicam_) always on tap?
13310	_ Wut_''ll git your dander riz?
13310	_ You_ with the elders?
13310	_''Long on_ for_ occasioned by_(''who is this''long on?'')
13310	a mass- meeting?
13310	ai nt it terrible?
13310	an''do n''t it stend to reason Thet this week''s''Nited States ai n''t las''week''s treason?
13310	analysis?
13310	and When?
13310	and shall we see Those sibyl- leaves of destiny, Those calm eyes, nevermore?
13310	and what are we?
13310	and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?''
13310	are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free?
13310	do not let my loved one die, God makes sech nights, all white an''still, God sends his teachers unto every age, Godminster?
13310	does he take me for a rose?''
13310	drop the final_ d_ as the Yankee still does?
13310	hear ye not her tread, Sending a thrill through your clay, Under the sod there, ye dead, Her nurslings and champions?
13310	held Opinion''s wind for Law?
13310	how bring that to pass In our bleak clime save under double glass?
13310	is thy morning- dew So gory red?
13310	mused I;''is it told By synthesis?
13310	must we wriggle back Into th''ole crooked, pettyfoggin''track, When our artil''ry- wheels a road hev cut Stret to our purpose ef we keep the rut?
13310	my parched ears what runnels slake?
13310	nor dare trust The Rock of Ages to their chemic tests, Lest some day the all- sustaining base divine Should fail from under us, dissolved in gas?
13310	or she Less than divine that she might mate with me?
13310	or, How d''ye do_?
13310	recks He less his form express, The soul his own deposit?
13310	says Nature,--what have you produced?
13310	shall one monk, scarce known beyond his cell, Front Rome''s far- reaching bolts, and scorn her frown?
13310	that transcends Laws of cotton texture, wove by vulgar men for vulgar ends?
13310	the Sea- Queen''s isle?
13310	the vulgar nature jeers?
13310	then, who''s goin''to use it Wen there''s resk o''some chap''s gittin''up to abuse it?
13310	they ha''n''t hanged''em?
13310	they said,''Oblivion runs with swifter foot than they; Or strength of sinew?
13310	warn''t it, then, To settle, once for all, thet men wuz men?
13310	what that Ericus, King of Sweden, who is said to have kept the winds in his cap?
13310	what, in more recent times, those Lapland Nornas who traded in favorable breezes?
13310	when, deposed in other hands?
13310	where shall I flee to?
13310	whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?
13310	whose shadows block the door?
13310	with your toe?)
13310	wut Nothun town d''ye know Would take a totle stranger up an''treat him gratis so?
13310	yes, but tell me, if you can, Is this superscription Cæsar''s here upon our brother man?
13310	yet who believes That ye can shut out heaven?
1365	And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride? 1365 And wilt thou, little bird, go with us?
1365	Are you so much offended, you will not speak to me?
1365	Do we not learn from runes and rhymes Made by the gods in elder times, And do not still the great Scalds teach That silence better is than speech?
1365	Do you ne''er think what wondrous beings these? 1365 Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine, In the Moon when nights are brightest?
1365	Has the audacious Frank, forsooth, Subdued these seas and lands? 1365 High over the sails, high over the mast, Who shall gainsay these joys?
1365	How should I be fair and fine? 1365 How should I be white and red, So long, so long have I been dead?"
1365	I will give thee my coat of mail, Of softest leather made, With choicest steel inlaid; Will not all this prevail?
1365	Is it my fault,he said,"that the maiden has chosen between us?
1365	Led they not forth, in rapture, A beauteous maiden there? 1365 Must I relinquish it all,"he cried with a wild lamentation,"Must I relinquish it all, the joy, the hope, the illusion?
1365	Must it be Calvin, and not Christ? 1365 Shall I have naught that is fair?"
1365	Shall the bold lions that have bathed Their paws in Libyan gore, Crouch basely to a feebler foe, And dare the strife no more? 1365 The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime?
1365	Then why dost thou turn so pale, O churl, And then again black as the earth?
1365	Was it for this the Roman power Of old was made to yield Unto Numantia''s valiant hosts On many a bloody field? 1365 What is that,"King Olaf said,"Gleams so bright above thy head?
1365	What is this that ye do, my children? 1365 What right hast thou, O Khan, To me, who am mine own, Who am slave to God alone, And not to any man?
1365	What then, shall sorrows and shall fears Come to disturb so pure a brow? 1365 What was that?"
1365	Where are we? 1365 Who is thy mother, my fair boy?"
1365	Who knows? 1365 Why dost thou persecute me, Saul of Tarsus?"
1365	Why standest thou here, dear daughter mine? 1365 Why touch upon such themes?"
1365	Why, then, should I care to have thee?
1365	Wouldst thou,--so the helmsman answered,"Learn the secret of the sea?
1365	Yes; seest thou not our journey''s end? 1365 ''O,''said he in answer,''the bear understood me very well; did you not observe how ashamed he looked while I was upbraiding him?''
1365	''T is Ovid, is it not?
1365	( Enter DON CARLOS) Don C. Are not the horses ready yet?
1365	*************** THE SONG OF HIAWATHA< Notes from HIAWATHA follow> INTRODUCTION Should you ask me, whence these stories?
1365	< Greek here> Then saith the Christ, as silent stands The crowd,"What wilt thou at my hands?"
1365	A SHADOW I said unto myself, if I were dead, What would befall these children?
1365	A charmer of serpents?
1365	A great Prophet?
1365	A spy in the convent?
1365	A voice seemed crying from that grave so dreary,"What wouldst thou do, my daughter?"
1365	After long years, Do they remember me in the same way, And is the memory pleasant as to me?
1365	Ah, have they grown Forgetful of their own?
1365	Ah, how can I ever hope to requite This honor from one so erudite?
1365	Ah, when, on bright autumnal eves, Pursuing still thy course, shall I Lisp the soft shudder of the leaves, And hear the lapwing''s plaintive cry?
1365	Ah, who hath been here before us, When we rose early, wishing to be first?
1365	Ah, who then can be saved?
1365	Ah, who would love, if loving she might be Like Semele consumed and burnt to ashes?
1365	Ah, why could we not do it?
1365	Ah, why has that wild boy gone from me?"
1365	Ah, why shouldst thou be dead, when common men Are busy with their trivial affairs, Having and holding?
1365	Ah, yes, they said, Missing, but whither had he fled?
1365	Ah?
1365	Alas why art thou here, And the army of Amurath slain, And left on the battle plain?"
1365	Am I a king, that I should call my own This splendid ebon throne?
1365	Am I a spirit, or so like a spirit, That I could slip through bolted door or window?
1365	Am I awake?
1365	Am I comprehended?
1365	Am I not Herod?
1365	Am I not always fair?
1365	Am I not?
1365	Am I now free to go?
1365	Am I so changed you do not know my voice?
1365	Am I still dreaming, or awake?
1365	Am I to blame Because I can not love, and ne''er have known The love of woman or the love of children?
1365	Among the Squires?
1365	And Ahab then, the King of Israel, Said, Hast thou found me, O mine enemy?
1365	And I answer,--"Though it be, Why should that discomfort me?
1365	And Jezebel, the wife of Ahab, came And said to him, Why is thy spirit sad?
1365	And Jezebel, the wife of Ahab, said, Dost thou not rule the realm of Israel?
1365	And Sigrid the Queen, in her haughty way, Said,"Why do you smile, my goldsmiths, say?"
1365	And are there none to die for Israel?
1365	And are these Jews that throng and stare and listen?
1365	And are we Jews or Christians?
1365	And are we the aunts and uncles?"
1365	And can it be enough for these The Christian Church the year embalms With evergreens and boughs of palms, And fills the air with litanies?
1365	And did not some one say, or have I dreamed it, That Humphrey Atherton is dead?
1365	And did they say What clothes I came in?
1365	And did you not then say That they were overlooked?
1365	And does that prove That Preciosa is above suspicion?
1365	And doth punishment now give me its place for a home?
1365	And doubting and believing, has not said,"Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief"?
1365	And evermore beside him on his way The unseen Christ shall move, That he may lean upon his arm and say,"Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?"
1365	And for what?
1365	And for whom is meant This portrait that you speak of?
1365	And has Gordonius the Divine, In his famous Lily of Medicine,-- I see the book lies open before you,-- No remedy potent enough to restore you?
1365	And have I not King Charles''s Twelve Good Rules, all framed and glazed, Hanging in my best parlor?
1365	And have they with them a pale, beautiful girl, Called Preciosa?
1365	And if I will He tarry till I come, what is it to thee?
1365	And in the public market- place?
1365	And is Fra Bastian dead?
1365	And is it so with them?
1365	And is this not enough?
1365	And must he die?
1365	And no more from the marble hew those forms That fill us all with wonder?
1365	And none have been sent back To England to malign us with the King?
1365	And now be quiet, will you?
1365	And now what see you?
1365	And now, my Judas, say to me What the great Voices Four may be, That quite across the world do flee, And are not heard by men?
1365	And poor Baptiste, what sayest thou?
1365	And served him right; But, Master Merry, is it not eight bells?
1365	And shall I go or stay?
1365	And shall the sad discourse Whispered within thy heart, by tenderness paternal, Only augment its force?
1365	And shall this count for nothing?
1365	And tell me, she with eyes of olive tint, And skin as fair as wheat, and pale brown hair, The woman at his side?
1365	And the Duke of Lermos?
1365	And the golden crown of pride?
1365	And the statue?
1365	And the stranger replied, with staid and quiet behavior,"Dost thou remember me still, Elizabeth?
1365	And the wave of their crimson mantles?
1365	And then the Duchess,--how shall I describe her, Or tell the merits of that happy nature, Which pleases most when least it thinks of pleasing?
1365	And thou bringest nothing back with thee?
1365	And thou, Prometheus; say, hast thou again Been stealing fire from Helios''chariot- wheels To light thy furnaces?
1365	And thou, and he, and I, all fell to crying?
1365	And thou?
1365	And was this the meed Of his sweet singing?
1365	And we who are so few And poorly armed, and ready to faint with fasting, How shall we fight against this multitude?
1365	And what answer Shall I take back to Grand Duke Cosimo?
1365	And what are the studies you pursue?
1365	And what care I?
1365	And what dishonor?
1365	And what earthquake''s arm of might Breaks his dungeon- gates at night?
1365	And what have you to show me?
1365	And what is that?
1365	And what is this placard?
1365	And what is this, that follows close upon it?
1365	And what more can be done?
1365	And what poets Were there to sing you madrigals, and praise Olympia''s eyes and Cherubina''s tresses?
1365	And what says Goodwife Proctor?
1365	And what so great occasion of seeing Rome hath possessed thee?
1365	And what then?
1365	And what''s it for?
1365	And where is the Prince?
1365	And where''s your warrant?
1365	And wherefore gone?
1365	And which way lies Segovia?
1365	And whither goest thou, gentle sigh, Breathed so softly in my ear?
1365	And whither goest thou, gentle sigh, Breathed so softly in my ear?
1365	And who absolved Pope Clement?
1365	And who are you, sir?
1365	And who hath said it?
1365	And who is Parson Palmer?
1365	And whose tomb is that, Which bears the brass escutcheon?
1365	And why do the roaring ocean, And the night- wind, wild and bleak, As they beat at the heart of the mother, Drive the color from her cheek?
1365	And will the righteous Heaven forgive?
1365	And will you paint no more?
1365	And wilt thou die?
1365	And with the bitterness of tears These eyes of azure troubled grow?
1365	And with what soldiery Think you he now defends the Eternal City?
1365	And with whom, I pray?
1365	And wouldst thou venture?
1365	And yet who is there that has never doubted?
1365	And yet who knows?
1365	And you others?
1365	And you?
1365	And your Abbot What''s- his- name?
1365	Antiochus?
1365	Anything you are afraid of?"
1365	Are all set free?
1365	Are all things well with them?
1365	Are but dead leaves that rustle in the wind?
1365	Are not these The tempest- haunted Hebrides, Where sea gulls scream, and breakers roar, And wreck and sea- weed line the shore?
1365	Are there no brighter dreams, No higher aspirations, than the wish To please and to be pleased?
1365	Are there no other artists here in Rome To do this work, that they must needs seek me?
1365	Are there not other youths as fair as Gabriel?
1365	Are there robbers in these mountains?
1365	Are these celestial manners?
1365	Are these things peace?
1365	Are they all bewitched?
1365	Are they all dead?
1365	Are they asleep, or dead, That open to the sky Their ruined Missions lie, No longer tenanted?
1365	Are they going Up to Jerusalem to the Passover?
1365	Are thou not ashamed?
1365	Are we demoniacs, are we halt or blind, Or palsy- stricken, or lepers, or the like, That we should join the Synagogue of Satan, And follow jugglers?
1365	Are we not in danger, Perhaps, of punishing some who are not guilty?
1365	Are ye come hither as against a thief, With swords and staves to take me?
1365	Are ye deceived?
1365	Are ye ready, ye children, to eat of the bread of Atonement?"
1365	Are you Christian monks, or heathen devils, To pollute this convent with your revels?
1365	Are you Ernestus, Abbot of the convent?
1365	Are you a Prophetess?
1365	Are you convinced?
1365	Are you from Madrid?
1365	Are you incapable?
1365	Are you not afraid of the evil eye?
1365	Are you not penitent?
1365	Are you prepared?
1365	Are you such asses As to keep up the fashion of midnight masses?
1365	Are you the master here?
1365	Art thou Elias?
1365	Art thou a master Of Israel, and knowest not these things?
1365	Art thou afraid?
1365	Art thou afraid?"
1365	Art thou convinced?
1365	Art thou not One of this man''s also disciples?
1365	Art thou not better now?
1365	Art thou safe?
1365	Art thou so near unto me, and yet I can not behold thee?
1365	Art thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does not reach me?
1365	Art thou the Christ?
1365	As we draw near, What sound is it I hear Ascending through the dark?
1365	Awake from thy sleep, O dreamer?
1365	BY FRANCOISE MALHERBE Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?
1365	Banished on pain of death, why come you here?
1365	Be born again?
1365	Be willing for my Prince to die?
1365	Bears not each human figure the godlike stamp on his forehead Readest thou not in his face thou origin?
1365	Beautiful in form and feature, Lovely as the day, Can there be so fair a creature Formed of common clay?
1365	Because I said I saw thee Under the fig- tree, before Philip called thee, Believest thou?
1365	Because Isaiah Went stripped and barefoot, must ye wail and howl?
1365	Because a quaking fell On Daniel, at beholding of the Vision, Must ye needs shake and quake?
1365	Behold them where they lie How dost thou like this picture?
1365	Benvenuto?
1365	Betray thee?
1365	Bewitched?
1365	Brook, to what fountain dost thou go?
1365	Brook, to what garden dost thou go?
1365	Brook, to what river dost thou go?
1365	But art thou safe?
1365	But by what instinct, or what secret sign, Meeting me here, do you straightway divine That northward of the Alps my country lies?
1365	But do I comprehend aright The meaning of the words he sung So sweetly in his native tongue?
1365	But how is this?
1365	But in what way suppressed?
1365	But in what way?
1365	But pray tell me, lover, How speeds thy wooing?
1365	But shall I not ask Don Victorian in, to take a draught of the Pedro Ximenes?
1365	But she smiled with contempt as she answered:"O King, Will you swear it, as Odin once swore, on the ring?"
1365	But tell me, has a band of Gypsies passed this way of late?
1365	But the statues without breath, That stand on the bridge overarching The silent river of death?
1365	But this deed, is it good or evil?
1365	But what are these grave thoughts to thee?
1365	But what brings thee, thus armed and dight In the equipments of a knight?
1365	But what of Michael Angelo?
1365	But when he came at length to the words Priscilla had spoken, Words so tender and cruel:"Why do n''t you speak for yourself, John?"
1365	But where are the old Egyptian Demi- gods and kings?
1365	But where is thy sword, O stranger?
1365	But where wast thou for the most part?
1365	But wherefore do I prate of this?
1365	But wherefore should I jest?
1365	But who Shall roll away the stone for us to enter?
1365	But who is This floating lily?
1365	But who say ye I am?
1365	But who shall dare To measure loss and gain in this wise?
1365	But who''s this?
1365	But why should I fatigue myself?
1365	But why should the reapers eat of it And not the Prophet of Zion In the den of the lion?
1365	But why this haste?
1365	But why, dear Master, Why do you live so high up in your house, When you could live below and have a garden, As I do?
1365	But why, you ask me, should this tale be told To men grown old, or who are growing old?
1365	But, speaking of green eyes, Are thine green?
1365	By none?
1365	By what name shall I call thee?
1365	C. Why not?
1365	Can I go?
1365	Can a man do such deeds, and yet not die By the recoil of his own wickedness?
1365	Can any good come out of Nazareth?
1365	Can he be afraid of the bees?
1365	Can it be so?
1365	Can the Master Doubt if we love Him?
1365	Can the innocent be guilty?
1365	Can this be Martha Hilton?
1365	Can this be Sir Allan McLean?
1365	Can this be The King of Israel, whom the Wise Men worshipped?
1365	Can this be the Messiah?
1365	Can this be the dwelling Of a disciple of that lowly Man Who had not where to lay his head?
1365	Can you bring The dead to life?
1365	Can you direct us to Friar Angelo?
1365	Can you not drink your wine in quiet?
1365	Can you not turn your thoughts a little while To public matters?
1365	Can you sit down in them, On summer afternoons, and play the lute Or sing, or sleep the time away?
1365	Cardinal Salviati And Cardinal Marcello, do you listen?
1365	Children, have ye any meat?
1365	Come, Aleph, Beth; dost thou forget?
1365	Come, tell me quickly,--do not lie; What secret message bring''st thou here?
1365	Compare me with the great men of the earth; What am I?
1365	Corey in prison?
1365	Could I refuse the only boon he asked At such a time, my portrait?
1365	Could you not be gone a minute But some mischief must be doing, Turning bad to worse?
1365	Could you not paint it for me?
1365	Cried the fierce Kabibonokka,"Who is this that dares to brave me?
1365	Cueva?
1365	Cueva?
1365	D''ye hear?
1365	Dear Mary, are you better?
1365	Deep distress and hesitation Mingled with his adoration; Should he go, or should he stay?
1365	Descended from the Marquis Santillana?
1365	Did I dream it, Or has some person told me, that John Norton Is dead?
1365	Did I forsake my father and my mother And come here to New England to see this?
1365	Did I not caution thee?
1365	Did I not tell thee I was but half persuaded of her virtue?
1365	Did I not tell you they were overlooked?
1365	Did I say she was?
1365	Did he drink hard?
1365	Did he give us the beautiful stork above On the chimney- top, with its large, round nest?
1365	Did no one see thee?
1365	Did not an Evil Spirit come on Saul?
1365	Did not the Witch of Endor bring the ghost Of Samuel from his grave?
1365	Did the warlocks mingle in it, Thorberg Skafting, any curse?
1365	Did you meet Benvenuto As you came up the stair?
1365	Did you not On one occasion hide your husband''s saddle To hinder him from coming to the sessions?
1365	Did you not carry once the Devil''s Book To this young woman?
1365	Did you not hear it whisper?
1365	Did you not say the Devil hindered you?
1365	Did you not say the Magistrates were blind?
1365	Did you not say your husband told you so?
1365	Did you not scourge her with an iron rod?
1365	Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The harp and the minstrel''s rhyme?"
1365	Didst thou rob no one?
1365	Do I look like your aunt?
1365	Do I not know The life of woman is full of woe?
1365	Do I not see you Attack the marble blocks with the same fury As twenty years ago?
1365	Do I stand too near thee?
1365	Do n''t you think so?
1365	Do ye consider not It is expedient that one man should die, Not the whole nation perish?
1365	Do ye see a man Standing upon the beach and beckoning?
1365	Do you abuse our town?
1365	Do you believe in dreams?
1365	Do you come here to poison these good people?
1365	Do you count as nothing A privilege like that?
1365	Do you ever need me?
1365	Do you ne''er think of Florence?
1365	Do you ne''er think who made them and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought?
1365	Do you not hear the drum?
1365	Do you not know a heavier doom awaits you, If you refuse to plead, than if found guilty?
1365	Do you not know me?
1365	Do you not see her there?
1365	Do you not see them?
1365	Do you refuse to plead?--''T were better for you To make confession, or to plead Not Guilty.-- Do you not hear me?--Answer, are you guilty?
1365	Do you remember Cueva?
1365	Do you remember, Julia, when we walked, One afternoon, upon the castle terrace At Ischia, on the day before you left me?
1365	Do you remember, in Quevedo''s Dreams, The miser, who, upon the Day of Judgment, Asks if his money- bags would rise?
1365	Do you see anything?
1365	Do you see that Livornese felucca, That vessel to the windward yonder, Running with her gunwale under?
1365	Do you see that?
1365	Do you think She is bewitched?
1365	Do you think we are going to sing mass in the cathedral of Cordova?
1365	Does he not warn us all to seek The happier, better land on high, Where flowers immortal never wither; And could he forbid me to go thither?
1365	Does he ride through Rome Upon his little mule, as he was wo nt, With his slouched hat, and boots of Cordovan, As when I saw him last?
1365	Does he say that?
1365	Does he still keep Above his door the arrogant inscription That once was painted there,--"The color of Titian, With the design of Michael Angelo"?
1365	Does she Without compulsion, of her own free will, Consent to this?
1365	Does the same madness fill thy brain?
1365	Don C. And is it faring ill To be in love?
1365	Don C. And pray, how fares the brave Victorian?
1365	Don C. And where?
1365	Don C. But tell me, Come you to- day from Alcala?
1365	Don C. I do; But what of that?
1365	Don C. Jesting aside, who is it?
1365	Don C. Of course, the Preciosa danced to- night?
1365	Don C. Pray, how much need you?
1365	Don C. What was the play?
1365	Don C. Why do you ask?
1365	Don C. You mean to tell me yours have risen empty?
1365	Don L. Why not music?
1365	Dost thou accept the gift?
1365	Dost thou answer nothing?
1365	Dost thou gainsay me?
1365	Dost thou hear?
1365	Dost thou not answer me?
1365	Dost thou not know That I have power enough to crucify thee?
1365	Dost thou not know that what is best In this too restless world is rest From over- work and worry?
1365	Dost thou not see it?
1365	Dost thou not see upon my breast The cross of the Crusaders shine?
1365	Dost thou remember The Gypsy girl we saw at Cordova Dance the Romalis in the market- place?
1365	Dost thou remember Thy earlier days?
1365	Dost thou remember When first we met?
1365	Dost thou remember, Philip, the old fable Told us when we were boys, in which the bear Going for honey overturns the hive, And is stung blind by bees?
1365	Dost thou see on the rampart''s height That wreath of mist, in the light Of the midnight moon?
1365	Dost thou still doubt?
1365	Dost thou think So meanly of this Michael Angelo As to imagine he would let thee serve, When he is free from service?
1365	Doth he fall away In the last hour from God?
1365	Doth he make himself To be a Prophet?
1365	Doth he you pray to say that he is God?
1365	Doth his heart fail him?
1365	Doth not the Scripture say,"Thou shalt not suffer A Witch to live"?
1365	Dust thou believe these warnings?
1365	EPIMETHEUS OR THE POET''S AFTERTHOUGHT Have I dreamed?
1365	Earnestly prayed for his foes, for his murderers?
1365	Elias must first come?
1365	False friend or true?
1365	First love or last love,--which of these two passions Is more omnipotent?
1365	First say, who are you?
1365	First tell me what keeps thee here?
1365	First, what right have you To question thus a nobleman of Spain?
1365	For him?
1365	For swearing, was it?
1365	For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks?
1365	For what purpose?
1365	For when the abbot plays cards, what can you expect of the friars?
1365	For wherein shall a man be profited If he shall gain the whole world, and shall lose Himself or be a castaway?
1365	For why should I With out- door hospitality My prince''s friend thus entertain?
1365	For ye have died A better death, a death so full of life That I ought rather to rejoice than mourn.-- Wherefore art thou not dead, O Sirion?
1365	For, do you see?
1365	Friend, wherefore art thou come?
1365	From the coming anguish and ire?
1365	From the distinguished poet?
1365	From what?
1365	Giles Corey''s wife?
1365	Giles, what is the matter?
1365	Good Alcuin, I remember how one day When my Pepino asked you,''What are men?''
1365	Good Master Merry, may I say confound?
1365	Good Master, tell us, for what reason was it We could not cast him out?
1365	Goodman Corey, Say, did you tell her?
1365	HELEN OF TYRE What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these?
1365	Hail!--Who art thou That comest here in this mysterious guise Into our camp unheralded?
1365	Hardly a glimmer Of light comes in at the window- pane; Or is it my eyes are growing dimmer?
1365	Has he forgotten The many mansions in our father''s house?
1365	Has it the Governor''s seal?
1365	Has perchance the old Nokomis, Has my wife, my Minnehaha, Wronged or grieved you by unkindness, Failed in hospitable duties?"
1365	Hast thou again been stealing The heifers of Admetus in the sweet Meadows of asphodel?
1365	Hast thou been robbed?
1365	Hast thou done this, O King?
1365	Hast thou e''er reflected How much lies hidden in that one word, NOW?
1365	Hast thou forgotten thy promise?
1365	Hast thou given gold away, and not to me?
1365	Hast thou never Lifted the lid?
1365	Hath any man been here, And brought Him aught to eat, while we were gone?
1365	Have I divined your secret?
1365	Have I not sacked the Temple, and on the altar Set up the statue of Olympian Zeus To Hellenize it?
1365	Have I offended so there is no hope Here nor hereafter?
1365	Have I offended you?
1365	Have I thine absolution free To do it, and without restriction?
1365	Have any of the Rulers Believed on him?
1365	Have the Gods to four increased us Who were only three?
1365	Have ye forgotten certain fugitives That fled once to these hills, and hid themselves In caves?
1365	Have ye not read What David did when he anhungered was, And all they that were with him?
1365	Have ye not read, how on the Sabbath- days The priests profane the Sabbath in the Temple, And yet are blameless?
1365	Have you a stag''s horn with you?
1365	Have you done this, by the appliance And aid of doctors?
1365	Have you forgotten That in the market- place this very day You trampled on the laws?
1365	Have you forgotten The doom of Heretics, and the fate of those Who aid and comfort them?
1365	Have you forgotten that he calls you Michael, less man than angel, and divine?
1365	Have you forgotten?
1365	Have you found them?
1365	Have you heard what things have happened?
1365	Have you lifted me Into the air, only to hurl me back Wounded upon the ground?
1365	Have you not dealt with a Familiar Spirit?
1365	Have you not seen him do Strange feats of strength?
1365	Have you seen John Proctor lately?
1365	Have you seen my saddle?
1365	Have you signed it, Or touched it?
1365	Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness?
1365	Have you thought well of it?
1365	He who foretold to Herod He should one day be King?
1365	He who is sitting there, With a rollicking, Devil may care, Free and easy look and air, As if he were used to such feasting and frolicking?
1365	Hear''st thou that cry?
1365	Hearest not the osprey from the belfry cry?
1365	Hearest thou not The flute players, and the voices of the women Singing their lamentation?
1365	Hearest thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract''s roar?
1365	Heart''s dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so?
1365	Heart''s dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so?
1365	Heaven protect us?
1365	Hereafter?--And do you think to look On the terrible pages of that Book To find her failings, faults, and errors?
1365	Him that was once the Cardinal Caraffa?
1365	Him who redeemed it, the Son, and the Spirit where both are united?
1365	His form is the form of a giant, But his face wears an aspect of pain; Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth?
1365	How came they here?
1365	How came this spindle here?
1365	How came you in?
1365	How can I tell the many thousand ways By which it keeps the secret it betrays?
1365	How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines?
1365	How can a man be born when he is old?
1365	How can a man that is a sinner do Such miracles?
1365	How can it be that thou, Being a Jew, askest to drink of me Which am a woman of Samaria?
1365	How can these things be?
1365	How can you say that it is a delusion, When all our learned and good men believe it,-- Our Ministers and worshipful Magistrates?
1365	How canst thou help it, Philip?
1365	How canst thou rejoice?
1365	How could an old man work, when he was starving?
1365	How could the daughter of a king of France We d such a duke?
1365	How could you do it?
1365	How could you know beforehand why we came?
1365	How couldst thou see me?
1365	How dare you tell a lie in this assembly?
1365	How did it end?
1365	How did she look?
1365	How did you know the children had been told To note the clothes you wore?
1365	How do I know but under my own roof I too may harbor Witches, and some Devil Be plotting and contriving against me?
1365	How do you like that Cornish hug, my lad?
1365	How does that work go on?
1365	How far is it?
1365	How fare the Jews?
1365	How fares Don Carlos?
1365	How fares it with brothers and sisters thine?"
1365	How fares it with the holy monks of Hirschau?
1365	How have thine eyes been opened?
1365	How he entered Into the house of God, and ate the shew- bread, Which was not lawful, saving for the priests?
1365	How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and one hand?
1365	How is she clad?
1365	How is she?
1365	How is that young and green- eyed Gaditana That you both wot of?
1365	How is the Prince?
1365	How is the Prince?
1365	How know you that?
1365	How know you that?
1365	How late is it, Dolores?
1365	How long is it ago Since this came unto him?
1365	How long shall I be with you, and suffer you?
1365	How long shall I still reign?
1365	How long, how long, Ere thou avenge the blood of Thine Elect?
1365	How may I call your Grace?
1365	How mean you?
1365	How more than we do?
1365	How my Quakers?
1365	How now, sir?
1365	How now?
1365	How opened he thine eyes?
1365	How shall I be seated?
1365	How shall I do it?
1365	How shall I e''er thank you For such kind language?
1365	How shall I more deserve it?
1365	How should we know?
1365	How shouldst thou know me, woman?
1365	How their pursuers camped against them Upon the Seventh Day, and challenged them?
1365	How was this done?
1365	How will men speak of me when I am gone, When all this colorless, sad life is ended, And I am dust?
1365	How with the rest?
1365	How''s this, Don Carlos?
1365	How''s this?
1365	How?
1365	I What is this I read in history, Full of marvel, full of mystery, Difficult to understand?
1365	I am ashamed Not to remember Reynard''s fate; I have not read the book of late; Was he not hanged?"
1365	I ask myself, Is this a dream?
1365	I betray thee?
1365	I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song?
1365	I burn his house?
1365	I can not rest until my sight Is satisfied with seeing thee, What, then, if thou wert dead?
1365	I do adjure thee by the living God, Tell us, art thou indeed the Christ?
1365	I do not know thee,--nor what deeds are thine: Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
1365	I fear to ask; yet wherefore are my fears?
1365	I hear the church- bells ring, O say, what may it be?"
1365	I hear the sound of guns, O say, what may it be?"
1365	I hear your mothers and your sires Cry from their purgatorial fires, And will ye not their ransom pay?
1365	I know He is arisen; But where are now the kingdom and the glory He promised unto us?
1365	I not dare?
1365	I pray you, do you speak officially?
1365	I recognize thy features, but what mean These torn and faded garments?
1365	I said to Ralph, says I,"What''s to be done?"
1365	I saw the wedding guests go by; Tell me, my sister, why were we not asked?
1365	I see a gleaming light O say, what may it be?"
1365	I think the Essenians Are wiser, or more wary, are they not?
1365	I wonder now If the old man will die, and will not speak?
1365	I wonder who those strangers were I met Going into the city?
1365	I yield to the will divine, The city and lands are thine; Who shall contend with fate?"
1365	I''ll ride down to the village Bareback; and when the people stare and say,"Giles Corey, where''s your saddle?"
1365	III LORD, IS IT I?
1365	INTERLUDE"What was the end?
1365	If I have spoken evil, Bear witness of the evil; but if well, Why smitest thou me?
1365	If I tell you earthly things, And ye believe not, how shall ye believe, If I should tell you of things heavenly?
1365	If still further you should ask me, Saying,"Who was Nawadaha?
1365	If you already know it, why not tell me?
1365	In his case very ill. Don C. Why so?
1365	In raiment of camel''s hair, Begirt with leathern thong, That here in the wilderness, With a cry as of one in distress, Preachest unto this throng?
1365	In the workshop of Hephaestus What is this I see?
1365	In this life of labor endless Who shall comfort my distresses?
1365	In what gardens of delight Rest thy weary feet to- night?
1365	Indeed, since that sad hour I have not slept, For thinking of the wrong I did to thee Dost thou forgive me?
1365	Is Aretino dead?
1365	Is Faith of no avail?
1365	Is Florence then a place for honest men To flourish in?
1365	Is Hope blown out like a light By a gust of wind in the night?
1365	Is Master Corey here?
1365	Is he guilty?
1365	Is he in Antioch Among his women still, and from his windows Throwing down gold by handfuls, for the rabble To scramble for?
1365	Is he not sailing Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown, and is he not guided By the same stars that guide thee?
1365	Is it Castilian honor, Is it Castilian pride, to steal in here Upon a friendless girl, to do her wrong?
1365	Is it I?
1365	Is it Saint Joseph would say to us all, That love, o''er- hasty, precedeth a fall?
1365	Is it a foolish dream, an idle and vague superstition?
1365	Is it a ghost from the grave, that has come to forbid the betrothal?
1365	Is it a phantom of air,--a bodiless, spectral illusion?
1365	Is it changed, or am I changed?
1365	Is it fiction, is it truth?
1365	Is it finished?
1365	Is it for the poor?
1365	Is it honor For one who has been all these noble dames, To tramp about the dirty villages And cities of Samaria with a juggler?
1365	Is it my fault that he failed,--my fault that I am the victor?"
1365	Is it not he who used to sit and beg By the Gate Beautiful?
1365	Is it not so?
1365	Is it not so?
1365	Is it not so?
1365	Is it not true, that fourteen head of cattle, To you belonging, broke from their enclosure And leaped into the river, and were drowned?
1365	Is it not true, that on a certain night You were impeded strangely in your prayers?
1365	Is it not true?
1365	Is it not written,"Upon my handmaidens will I pour out My spirit, and they shall prophesy"?
1365	Is it perhaps some foolish freak Of thine, to put the words I speak Into a plaintive ditty?
1365	Is it so long ago That cry of human woe From the walled city came, Calling on his dear name, That it has died away In the distance of to- day?
1365	Is it the tender star of love?
1365	Is it then in vain That I have warned thee?
1365	Is it thou?
1365	Is it to bow in silence to our victors?
1365	Is it to shoot red squirrels you have your howitzer planted There on the roof of the church, or is it to shoot red devils?
1365	Is it you, Hubert?
1365	Is not Mount Tabor As beautiful as Carmel by the Sea?
1365	Is not his mother Called Mary?
1365	Is not this The carpenter Joseph''s son?
1365	Is she always thus?
1365	Is that my sin?
1365	Is that quite prudent?
1365	Is that your meaning?
1365	Is the house of Ovid in Scythian lands now?
1365	Is the maiden coy?
1365	Is there a land of such supreme And perfect beauty anywhere?
1365	Is there anything can harm you?
1365	Is there no other architect on earth?
1365	Is there no way Left open to accord this difference, But you must make one with your swords?
1365	Is this Guadarrama?
1365	Is this Jerusalem?
1365	Is this a dream?
1365	Is this a tavern and drinking- house?
1365	Is this apparition Visibly there, and yet we can not see it?
1365	Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations?
1365	Is this the passage?
1365	Is this the road to Segovia?
1365	Is this the tenant Gottlieb''s farm?
1365	Is this the way A Cardinal should live?
1365	Is this the way I was going?
1365	Is this your son?
1365	Is thy name Preciosa?
1365	Is thy work done, Hephaestus?
1365	Is your name Kempthorn?
1365	Is''t silver?
1365	It is I. Dost thou not know me?
1365	It is not cock- crow yet, and art thou stirring?
1365	Jason, didst thou take note How these Samaritans of Sichem said They were not Jews?
1365	Jesus Barabbas, called the Son of Shame, Or Jesus, Son of Joseph, called the Christ?
1365	John Gloyd, Whose turn is it to- day?
1365	Justice?
1365	King Olaf laid an arrow on string,"Have I a coward on board?"
1365	Knowest thou Him, who forgave, with the crown of thorns on his temples?
1365	Knowest thou John the Baptist?
1365	Let me die; What else remains for me?
1365	Life- giving, death- giving, which will it be; O breath of the merciful, merciless Sea?
1365	Lightning''s brother, where is he?
1365	Logic makes an important part Of the mystery of the healing art; For without it how could you hope to show That nobody knows so much as you know?
1365	Lord, dost thou care not that my sister Mary Hath left me thus to wait on thee alone?
1365	Lord, he thought, in heaven that reignest, Who am I, that thus thou deignest To reveal thyself to me?
1365	Lord, is it I?
1365	Lord, is it I?
1365	Lord, is it I?
1365	MAD RIVER IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS TRAVELLER Why dost thou wildly rush and roar, Mad River, O Mad River?
1365	Malaria?
1365	Marry, is that all?
1365	May not a saint fall from her Paradise, And be no more a saint?
1365	May not the Devil take the outward shape Of innocent persons?
1365	Meanwhile, hast thou searched well thy breast?
1365	Moreover, what has the world in store For one like her, but tears and toil?
1365	Mother, what does marry mean?
1365	Must each noble aspiration Come at last to this conclusion, Jarring discord, wild confusion, Lassitude, renunciation?
1365	Must even your delights and pleasures Fade and perish with the capture?
1365	Must it be Athanasian creeds, Or holy water, books, and beads?
1365	Must struggling souls remain content With councils and decrees of Trend?
1365	Must ye go stripped and naked?
1365	My Philip, prayest thou for me?
1365	My child, who is it?
1365	My son, you say?
1365	Need we hear further?
1365	No; you might as well say,"Don''t- you- want- some?"
1365	Not even a cup of water?
1365	Not to thy father?
1365	Nothing that you are afraid of?"
1365	Now in what circle of his poem sacred Would the great Florentine have placed this man?
1365	Now tell me which of them Will love him most?
1365	Now tell me, Padre Cura,--you know all things, How came these Gypsies into Spain?
1365	Now, Simon Kempthorn, what say you to that?
1365	Now, little Jesus, the carpenter''s son, Let us see how thy task is done; Canst thou thy letters say?
1365	Nymph or Muse, Callirrhoe or Urania?
1365	O Claudia, How shall I save him?
1365	O Death, why is it I can not portray Thy form and features?
1365	O Jason, my High- Priest, For I have made thee so, and thou art mine, Hast thou seen Antioch the Beautiful?
1365	O Joseph Caiaphas, thou great High- Priest How wilt thou answer for this deed of blood?
1365	O Priest, and Pharisee, Who hath warned you to flee From the wrath that is to be?
1365	O Sirion, Sirion, Art thou afraid?
1365	O beautiful, awful summer day, What hast thou given, what taken away?
1365	O hasten; Why dost thou pause?
1365	O how from their fury shall I flee?
1365	O most faithful Disciple of Hircanus Maccabaeus, Will nothing but complete annihilation Comfort and satisfy thee?
1365	O neighbors, tell me who it is that passes?
1365	O soul of man, Groping through mist and shadow, and recoiling Back on thyself, are, too, thy devious ways Subject to law?
1365	O thou spirit of grace, Where art thou now?
1365	O woman, what have I To do with thee?
1365	O ye Immortal Gods, What evil are ye plotting and contriving?
1365	O, not that; That is the public cry; I mean the name They give me when they talk among themselves, And think that no one listens; what is that?
1365	O, when shall he, for whom I sigh in vain, Beside me watch to see thy waking smile?
1365	O, where are now The splendors of my court, my baths and banquets?
1365	O, who shall give me, now that ye are gone, Juices of those immortal plants that bloom Upon Olympus, making us immortal?
1365	Of Denmark''s Juel who can defy The power?"
1365	Of death or life?
1365	Of me?
1365	Oh tell me, for thou knowest, Wherefore and by what grace, Have I, who am least and lowest, Been chosen to this place, To this exalted part?
1365	Oh, what was Miriam dancing with her timbrel, Compared to this one?
1365	Oh, who, then, is this man That pardoneth also sins without atonement?
1365	Old as I am, I have at last consented To the entreaties and the supplications Of Michael Angelo-- JULIA To marry him?
1365	On thy road Have demons crowded thee, and rubbed against thee, And given thee weary knees?
1365	One of my ancestors ran his sword through the heart of Wat Tyler; Who shall prevent me from running my own through the heart of a traitor?
1365	One of the brothers Telling scandalous tales of the others?
1365	Or art thou deaf, or gone upon a journey?
1365	Or by what reason, or what right divine, Can I proclaim it mine?
1365	Or do ye know, ye children, one blessing that comes not from Heaven?
1365	Or does He fear to meet me?
1365	Or does my sight Deceive me in the uncertain light?
1365	Or dost thou hold my hand, and draw me back, As being thy disciple, not thy master?
1365	Or has an angel passed, and revealed the truth to my spirit?"
1365	Or have the mountains, the giants, The ice- helmed, the forest- belted, Scattered their arms abroad; Flung in the meadows their shields?
1365	Or have thy passion and unrest Vanished forever from thy mind?
1365	Or litter to be trampled under foot?
1365	Or the earth- shaking trident of Poseidon?
1365	Or the heron, the Shuh- shuh- gah?
1365	Or the pelican, the Shada?
1365	Or the white goose, Waw- be- wawa, With the water dripping, flashing, From its glossy neck and feathers?
1365	Or was it Christian charity, And lowliness and humility, The richest and rarest of all dowers?
1365	Or wherefore was I born, If thou in thy foreknowledge didst perceive All that I am, and all that I must be?
1365	Or who takes note of every flower that dies?
1365	Our journey into Italy Perchance together we may make; Wilt thou not do it for my sake?
1365	POETIC APHORISMS FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU MONEY Whereunto is money good?
1365	PRINCE HENRY, Why for the dead, who are at rest?
1365	Padre C. And pray, whom have we here?
1365	Padre C. Of what professor speak you?
1365	Pardon me This window, as I think, looks toward the street, And this into the Prado, does it not?
1365	Poisoned?
1365	Pontiff and priest, and sceptred throng?
1365	Pray tell me, Is there no virtue in the world?
1365	Pray tell ne, of what school are you?
1365	Pray who was there?
1365	Pray, Geronimo, is not Saturday an unpleasant day with thee?
1365	Pray, Master Kempthorn, where were you last night?
1365	Pray, art thou related to the bagpiper of Bujalance, who asked a maravedi for playing, and ten for leaving off?
1365	Pray, did you call?
1365	Pray, dost thou know Victorian?
1365	Pray, have you any children?
1365	Pray, how may I call thy name, friend?
1365	Pray, shall I tell your fortune?
1365	Pray, then, what brings thee back to Madrid?
1365	Pray, what is it?
1365	Pray, what''s the news?
1365	Pray, what''s your pleasure?
1365	Profess perfection?
1365	RONDEL BY JEAN FROISSART Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
1365	Raphael is not dead; He doth but sleep; for how can he be dead Who lives immortal in the hearts of men?
1365	Remember Rahab, and how she became The ancestress of the great Psalmist David; And wherefore should not I, Helen of Tyre, Attain like honor?
1365	Resplendent as the morning sun, Beaming with golden hair?"
1365	Responds,--as if with unseen wings, An angel touched its quivering strings; And whispers, in its song,"''Where hast thou stayed so long?"
1365	Rome?
1365	SONG And whither goest thou, gentle sigh, Breathed so softly in my ear?
1365	Saw the moon rise from the water Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw the flecks and shadows on it, Whispered,"What is that, Nokomis?"
1365	Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered,"What is that, Nokomis?"
1365	Say to me only, ye children, ye denizens new- come in heaven, Are ye ready this day to eat of the bread of Atonement?
1365	Say, are you guilty?
1365	Say, art thou greater than our father Jacob, Which gave this well to us, and drank thereof Himself, and all his children and his cattle?
1365	Say, can he enter for a second time Into his mother''s womb, and so be born?
1365	Say, can you prove this to me?
1365	Say, dost thou bear his fate severe To Love''s poor martyr doomed to die?
1365	Say, dost thou know him?
1365	Say, have the solid rocks Into streams of silver been melted, Flowing over the plains, Spreading to lakes in the fields?
1365	Say, have you seen our friend Fra Bastian lately, Since by a turn of fortune he became Friar of the Signet?
1365	Say, is not this the Christ?
1365	Say, will you smoke?
1365	Say, wilt thou forgive me?
1365	Say, would thy star like Merope''s grow dim If thou shouldst we d beneath thee?
1365	Seest thou shadows sailing by, As the dove, with startled eye, Sees the falcon''s shadow fly?
1365	Seest thou this woman?
1365	Ser Federigo, would not these suffice Without thy falcon stuffed with cloves and spice?
1365	Seriously enamored?
1365	Set in the bilboes?
1365	Shall I be mute, or vows with prayers combine?
1365	Shall I crucify your King?
1365	Shall I go with you and point out the way?
1365	Shall I refuse the gifts they send to me?
1365	Shall an impious soldier possess these lands newly cultured, And these fields of corn a barbarian?
1365	Shall he a bloodless victory have?
1365	Shall it be war or peace?
1365	Shall it, then, be unavailing, All this toil for human culture?
1365	Shall this man suffer death?
1365	Shall we not go, then?
1365	Shall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our children?"
1365	Shall we sit idly down and say The night hath come; it is no longer day?
1365	She had heard her father praise him, Praise his courage and his wisdom; Would he come again for arrows To the Falls of Minnehaha?
1365	She speaks almost As if it were the Holy Ghost Spake through her lips, and in her stead: What if this were of God?
1365	She standeth before the Lord of all:"And may I go to my children small?"
1365	Should he leave the poor to wait Hungry at the convent gate, Till the Vision passed away?
1365	Should he slight his radiant guest, Slight this visitant celestial, For a crowd of ragged, bestial Beggars at the convent gate?
1365	Should not the dove so white Follow the sea- mew''s flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
1365	Sidonians?
1365	Simon, son of Jonas, Lovest thou me, more than these others?
1365	Simon, son of Jonas, Lovest thou me?
1365	Simon, son of Jonas, Lovest thou me?
1365	Since then this mighty orb lies open so wide upon all sides, Has this region been found only my prison to be?
1365	Sir, how is it Thou askest drink of me?
1365	Sister, dost thou hear them singing?
1365	So soon?
1365	So speak the Oracles; then wherefore fatal?
1365	So; can you tell fortunes?
1365	Some one perhaps of yourselves, a lily broken untimely, Bow down his head to the earth; why delay I?
1365	Speak; what brings thee here?
1365	Speaking against the laws?
1365	Still in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of the ocean, But with its sound there was mingled a voice that whispered,"Despair not?"
1365	Surely I know thy face, Did I not see thee in the garden with him?
1365	THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS What say the Bells of San Blas To the ships that southward pass From the harbor of Mazatlan?
1365	THE CASTLE BY THE SEA BY JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND"Hast thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea?
1365	THE EMPEROR''S GLOVE"Combien faudrait- il de peaux d''Espagne pour faire un gant de cette grandeur?"
1365	THE MEETING After so long an absence At last we meet again: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give us pain?
1365	THE RIVER What wouldst thou in these mountains seek, O stranger from the city?
1365	THE WAVE BY CHRISTOPH AUGUST TIEDGE"Whither, thou turbid wave?
1365	Tears came into her eyes, and she said, with a tremulous accent,"Gone?
1365	Tell me frankly, How meanest thou?
1365	Tell me, O Lord, And what shall this man do?
1365	Tell me, who is the master That works in such an admirable way, And with such power and feeling?
1365	Tell me, why is it ye are discontent, You, Cardinals Salviati and Marcello, With Michael Angelo?
1365	Tell the Court Have you not seen the supernatural power Of this old man?
1365	Tell us, Padre Cura, Who are these Gypsies in the neighborhood?
1365	Tell us, Philip, What tidings dost thou bring?
1365	Tell us, art thou the Christ?
1365	That I have also power to set thee free?
1365	That haunt my troubled brain?
1365	That something hindered you?
1365	That vanish when day approaches, And at night return again?
1365	That you would open their eyes?
1365	That''s not your name?
1365	That''s nuts to crack, I''ve teeth to spare, but where shall I find almonds?
1365	The Count of Lara?
1365	The Happiest Land The Wave The Dead The Bird and the Ship Whither?
1365	The Justice wrote The words down in a book, and then Continued, as he raised his pen:"She is; and hath a mass been said For the salvation of her soul?
1365	The Lord replied,"My Angels, be not wroth; Did e''er the son of Levi break his oath?
1365	The Primus of great Alcala Enamored of a Gypsy?
1365	The Ruler of the Feast is gazing at me, As if he asked, why is that old man here Among the revellers?
1365	The cup my Father hath given me to drink, Shall I not drink it?
1365	The daughter Of Wenlock Christison?
1365	The day is drawing to its close; And what good deeds, since first it rose, Have I presented, Lord, to thee, As offsprings of my ministry?
1365	The death- song they sing Even now in mine ear, What avails it?
1365	The deeds of love and high emprise, In battle done?
1365	The dreams of love, that were so sweet of yore, What are they now, when two deaths may be mine,-- One sure, and one forecasting its alarms?
1365	The greatest of all poets?
1365	The impatient Governor cried:"This is the lady; do you hesitate?
1365	The king looked, and replied:"I know him well; It is the Angel men call Azrael,''T is the Death Angel; what hast thou to fear?"
1365	The listening guests were greatly mystified, None more so than the rector, who replied:"Marry you?
1365	The monk?
1365	The star of love and dreams?
1365	The sunrise or the sunset of the heart?
1365	Then answer me: When certain persons came To see you yesterday, how did you know Beforehand why they came?
1365	Then asked him in a business way, Kindly but cold:"Is thy wife dead?"
1365	Then he said,"O Mudjekeewis, Is there nothing that can harm you?
1365	Then he turned and saw the strangers, Cowering, crouching with the shadows; Said within himself,"Who are they?
1365	Then how doth he now see?
1365	Then saith the Christ, as silent stands The crowd, What wilt thou at my hands?
1365	Then tell me, Why do you trouble them?
1365	Then tell me, Witch and woman, For you must know the pathways through this wood, Where lieth Salem Village?
1365	Then to the cobbler turned:"My friend, Pray tell me, didst thou ever read Reynard the Fox?"
1365	Then who can do it?
1365	Then why Doth he come here to sadden with his presence Our marriage feast, belonging to a sect Haters of women, and that taste not wine?
1365	Then why come you here?
1365	Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian?
1365	Then, what need Is there for us to beat about the bush?
1365	Then, will you drink?
1365	There is his grave; there stands the cross we set; Why dost thou clasp me so, dear Margaret?
1365	These the wild, bewildering fancies, That with dithyrambic dances As with magic circles bound me?
1365	Think ye, shall Christ come out of Galilee?
1365	Think you that I approve such cruelties, Because I marvel at the architects Who built these walls, and curved these noble arches?
1365	Think''st thou this heart could feel a moment''s joy, Thou being absent?
1365	Thirty?
1365	This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred?
1365	This land of sluices, dikes, and dunes?
1365	This water- net, that tessellates The landscape?
1365	Thou art the Christ?
1365	Thou canst supply thy wants; what wouldst thou more?
1365	Thou hast no hand?
1365	Thou hast seen the land; Is it not fair to look on?
1365	Thou here?
1365	Thou sayest I should be jealous?
1365	Thou seest the multitude that throng and press thee, And sayest thou: Who touched me?
1365	Thou, who wast altogether born in sins And in iniquities, dost thou teach us?
1365	Through the cloud- rack, dark and trailing, Must they see above them sailing O''er life''s barren crags the vulture?
1365	Thus, then,--believe ye in God, in the Father who this world created?
1365	Till at length the portly abbot Murmured,"Why this waste of food?
1365	To whom, then?
1365	Told my fortune?
1365	Tourney and joust, that charmed the eye, And scarf, and gorgeous panoply, And nodding plume, What were they but a pageant scene?
1365	V How can the Three be One?
1365	WHITHER?
1365	WILL EVER THE DEAR DAYS COME BACK AGAIN?
1365	Was he born blind?
1365	Was he one, or many, merging Name and fame in one, Like a stream, to which, converging Many streamlets run?
1365	Was it Shingebis the diver?
1365	Was it a wanton song?
1365	Was it for this I have followed the flying feet and the shadow Over the wintry sea, to the desolate shores of New England?
1365	Was it for this I have loved, and waited, and worshipped in silence?
1365	Was it not so, Francisco?
1365	Was it not?
1365	Was it the owl, the Koko- koho, Hooting from the dismal forest?
1365	Was it the wind above the smoke- flue, Muttering down into the wigwam?
1365	Was it then for heads of arrows, Arrow- heads of chalcedony, Arrow- heads of flint and jasper, That my Hiawatha halted In the land of the Dacotahs?
1365	Was it wrong That in an hour like that I did not weigh Too nicely this or that, but granted him A boon that pleased him, and that flattered me?
1365	Was she a lady of high degree, So much in love with the vanity And foolish pomp of this world of ours?
1365	Was there another like it?
1365	Well, Francisco, What speed with Preciosa?
1365	Well, Francisco, What tidings from Don Juan?
1365	Well, What of them?
1365	Well, what then?
1365	Well, where''s my flip?
1365	Well?
1365	Were it not better, then, To let the treasures rest Hid from the eyes of men, Locked in their iron chest?
1365	Were not the paintings on the Sistine ceiling Enough for them?
1365	Were you ever in love, Baltasar?
1365	Were you not frightened?
1365	What ails Baptiste?
1365	What ails the cattle?
1365	What ails the child, who seems to fear That we shall do him harm?
1365	What answer do you make to this, Giles Corey?
1365	What answer make you?
1365	What answer make you?
1365	What answer shall we make?
1365	What are the books now most in vogue?
1365	What are these idle tales?
1365	What are these paintings on the walls around us?
1365	What are those torches, That glimmer on Brook Kedron there below us?
1365	What are ye doing here?
1365	What are you doing here?
1365	What bee hath stung you?
1365	What bells are those, that ring so slow, So mellow, musical, and low?
1365	What brings the rest of you?
1365	What brings thee here?
1365	What brings thee hither to this hostile camp Thus unattended?
1365	What brings thee hither?
1365	What brings you forth so early?
1365	What but the garlands, gay and green, That deck the tomb?
1365	What can I do or say?
1365	What can I say Better than silence is?
1365	What can I say?
1365	What can he Who lives in boundless luxury at Rome Care for the imperilled liberties of Florence, Her people, her Republic?
1365	What can it mean, This rising from the dead?
1365	What can so many Jews be doing here Together in Samaria?
1365	What can this mean?
1365	What can this mean?
1365	What choice And precious things dost thou keep hidden in it?
1365	What convent of barefooted Carmelites Taught thee so much theology?
1365	What could I do?
1365	What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom- flower?
1365	What deadly sin Have you committed?
1365	What did he do?
1365	What did you dream about?
1365	What did you hear?
1365	What disaster Could she bring on thy house, who is a woman?
1365	What do I care for the Doctor Seraphic, With all his wordy chaffer and traffic?
1365	What do I say of a murmur?
1365	What do they want?
1365	What do we gain by parleying with the Devil?
1365	What do we know of spirits good or ill, Or of their power to help us or to harm us?
1365	What do we?
1365	What do you think I heard there in the village?
1365	What do you want of Padre Francisco?
1365	What do you want of Padre Hypolito?
1365	What does he say?
1365	What does it say to you?
1365	What dost thou mean?
1365	What dost thou say of him That hath restored thy sight?
1365	What evil have I done?
1365	What fair renown, what honor, what repute Can come to you from starving this poor brute?
1365	What for?
1365	What frightens you?
1365	What further need Have we of witnesses?
1365	What further shall we do?
1365	What further would you see?
1365	What good thing shall I do, that I may have Eternal life?
1365	What greetings come there from the voiceless dead?
1365	What has a rough old soldier, grown grim and gray in the harness, Used to the camp and its ways, to do with the wooing of maidens?
1365	What has been done?
1365	What has happened?
1365	What has he done, Or left undone, that ye are set against him?
1365	What hast thou To bring against all these?
1365	What hast thou done to make thee look so fair?
1365	What hast thou done?
1365	What hast thou done?
1365	What hast thou done?
1365	What hast thou done?
1365	What have I to do With thee, thou Son of God?
1365	What have they done to me, that I am naked?
1365	What have we gained?
1365	What have we here, affixed to the gate?
1365	What have we here?
1365	What have you done that''s better?
1365	What have you here alone, Messer Michele?
1365	What holds he in his hand?
1365	What hope deludes, what promise cheers, What pleasant voices fill their ears?
1365	What hope have we from such an Emperor?
1365	What if they were dead?
1365	What instrument is that?
1365	What is Antiochus, that he should prate Of peace to me, who am a fugitive?
1365	What is amiss?
1365	What is death?
1365	What is he accused of?
1365	What is he doing?
1365	What is it to die?
1365	What is it you would warn me of?
1365	What is it, O my Lord?
1365	What is it, then?
1365	What is it?
1365	What is it?
1365	What is it?
1365	What is it?
1365	What is it?
1365	What is it?
1365	What is peace?
1365	What is that gun?
1365	What is that yonder in the valley?
1365	What is that yonder on the square?
1365	What is that?
1365	What is that?
1365	What is the course you here go through?
1365	What is the marble group that glimmers there Behind you?
1365	What is the name of yonder friar, With an eye that glows like a coal of fire, And such a black mass of tangled hair?
1365	What is their remedy?
1365	What is there To cause suspicion or alarm in that, More than in friendships that I entertain With you and others?
1365	What is there to prevent My sharing the same fate?
1365	What is this castle that rises above us, and lords it over a land so wide?
1365	What is this crowd Gathered about a beggar?
1365	What is this gathering here?
1365	What is this picture?
1365	What is this stir and tumult in the street?
1365	What is this thing they witness here against thee?
1365	What is thy name?
1365	What is thy will with me?
1365	What is your illness?
1365	What is your landlord''s name?
1365	What is your name?
1365	What is your name?
1365	What joy have I without thee?
1365	What lack I yet?
1365	What land is this that seems to be A mingling of the land and sea?
1365	What land is this that spreads itself beneath us?
1365	What land is this?
1365	What land is this?
1365	What lands and skies Paint pictures in their friendly eyes?
1365	What lights are these?
1365	What mad jest Is this?
1365	What man is that?
1365	What may I call your name?
1365	What may be The questions that perplex, the hopes that cheer him?
1365	What may your business be?
1365	What may your wish or purpose be?
1365	What means this outrage?
1365	What means this revel and carouse?
1365	What monstrous apparition, Exceeding fierce, that none may pass that way?
1365	What more of this strange story?
1365	What more was done?
1365	What more?
1365	What more?
1365	What news from Court?
1365	What news have you from Florence?
1365	What news is this, that makes thy cheek turn pale, And thy hand tremble?
1365	What next?
1365	What now Why such a fearful din?
1365	What now?
1365	What other instruments have we?
1365	What penitence proportionate Can e''er be felt for sin so great?
1365	What place is this?
1365	What potent charm Has drawn thee from thy German farm Into the old Alsatian city?
1365	What pressure from the hands that lifeless lie?
1365	What prince hereditary of their line, Uprising in the strength and flush of youth, Their glory shall inherit and prolong?
1365	What prompted such a letter?
1365	What salutation, welcome, or reply?
1365	What say the laws of England?
1365	What say ye, Judges of the Court,--what say ye?
1365	What say you to this charge?
1365	What say you?
1365	What say?
1365	What say?
1365	What secret trouble stirs thy breast?
1365	What see I now?
1365	What see you now?
1365	What see you?
1365	What seek ye?
1365	What seekest thou here to- day?
1365	What seekest thou?
1365	What seest thou?
1365	What shall I do?
1365	What shall I read?
1365	What shall I say to you?
1365	What shall we have therefor?
1365	What shall we say unto them That sent us here?
1365	What shape is this?
1365	What should I be afraid of?
1365	What should I fear?
1365	What should prevent me now, thou man of sin, From hanging at its side the head of one Who born a Jew hath made himself a Greek?
1365	What sound is that?
1365	What story is it?
1365	What strange guests has Minnehaha?"
1365	What tale do the roaring ocean, And the night- wind, bleak and wild, As they beat at the crazy casement, Tell to that little child?
1365	What testimony?
1365	What then was the Book You showed to this young woman, and besought her To write in it?
1365	What then will ye That I should do with him that is called Christ?
1365	What then-- when one is blind?
1365	What then?
1365	What think ye, would he care For a Jew slain here or there, Or a plundered caravan?
1365	What think ye?
1365	What think you of ours here at Salern?
1365	What think you of that bridge?
1365	What think you?
1365	What think you?
1365	What tidings bring ye?
1365	What torches glare and glisten Upon the swords and armor of these men?
1365	What was he doing there?
1365	What was it held me back From kissing her fair forehead, and those lips, Those dead, dumb lips?
1365	What was the bird that this young woman saw Just now upon your hand?
1365	What was the meaning of those words?
1365	What wilt thou That I should do to thee?
1365	What wilt thou do When I am dead, Urbino?
1365	What wilt thou give me?
1365	What wilt thou, then?
1365	What wise man wrote it?
1365	What woman''s this, that, like an apparition, Haunts this deserted homestead in broad day?
1365	What would be Their fate, who now are looking up to me For help and furtherance?
1365	What would the people think, If they should see the Reverend Cotton Mather Ride into Salem with a Witch behind him?
1365	What would you Have done to such a man?
1365	What would you further?
1365	What would you have me do?
1365	What would you see in Rome?
1365	What wouldst thou ask of us?
1365	What wouldst thou with me, A feeble girl, who have not long to live, Whose heart is broken?
1365	What wouldst thou?
1365	What wrong repressed, what right maintained, What struggle passed, what victory gained, What good attempted and attained?
1365	What''s happened to my wife?
1365	What''s the matter with you?
1365	What''s the news at Court?
1365	What''s yours?
1365	What, Captain Simon Kempthorn of the Swallow?
1365	What, again, Maestro?
1365	What, am I a Jew To put my moneys out at usury?
1365	What, but a transient gleam of light, A flame, which, glaring at its height, Grew dim and died?
1365	What, in a few short years, will remain of thy race but the footprints?
1365	What, think''st thou, is she doing at this moment; Now, while we speak of her?
1365	What?
1365	What?
1365	When came you in?
1365	When did he this?
1365	When did you come from Fondi?
1365	When first I sent you forth without a purse, Or scrip, or shoes, did ye lack anything?
1365	When hast thou At any time, to any man or woman, Or even to any little child, shown mercy?
1365	When he heard the owls at midnight, Hooting, laughing in the forest,"What is that?"
1365	When shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about thee?"
1365	When was that?
1365	When will our journey end?
1365	When will that be?
1365	When will that be?
1365	When will that come?
1365	When you two Are gone, who is there that remains behind To seize the pencil falling from your fingers?
1365	Whence art thou?
1365	Whence come you now?
1365	Whence come you?
1365	Whence come you?
1365	Whence come you?
1365	Whence comest thou?
1365	Whence hast thou living water?
1365	Whence knowest thou me?
1365	Whence knowest thou these stories?
1365	Where Each royal prince and noble heir Of Aragon?
1365	Where I have eaten the bread and drunk the wine So many times at our Lord''s Table with you?
1365	Where are Bertha and Max?
1365	Where are Helios and Hephaestus, Gods of eldest eld?
1365	Where are my players and my dancing women?
1365	Where are my sweet musicians with their pipes, That made me merry in the olden time?
1365	Where are now the freighted barks From the marts of east and west?
1365	Where are now the many hundred Thousand books he wrote?
1365	Where are our shallow fords?
1365	Where are the children?
1365	Where are the courtly gallantries?
1365	Where are the gentle knights, that came To kneel, and breathe love''s ardent flame, Low at their feet?
1365	Where are the high- born dames, and where Their gay attire, and jewelled hair, And odors sweet?
1365	Where are the lute and gay tambour They loved of yore?
1365	Where are the others?
1365	Where are the witnesses?
1365	Where are they now?
1365	Where are they?
1365	Where are we, Philip?
1365	Where are you living?
1365	Where art thou, Chilion?
1365	Where can Victorian be?
1365	Where did you see it?
1365	Where had he hidden himself away?
1365	Where hast thou been so long?
1365	Where hast thou been to- day?
1365	Where hast thou been?
1365	Where have you been?
1365	Where is Baptiste?
1365	Where is Giles Corey?
1365	Where is Hermes Trismegistus, Who their secrets held?
1365	Where is John Gloyd?
1365	Where is Victorian?
1365	Where is he?
1365	Where is he?
1365	Where is she?
1365	Where is the King, Don Juan?
1365	Where is the Landlord?
1365	Where is the gentlemen?
1365	Where is the man?
1365	Where is the mazy dance of old, The flowing robes, inwrought with gold, The dancers wore?
1365	Where is the ring I gave thee?
1365	Where is the song of Troubadour?
1365	Where is this King?
1365	Where is thy brother?"
1365	Where is your master?
1365	Where should I have a book?
1365	Where stays the coward?
1365	Where the knights in iron sarks Journeying to the Holy Land, Glove of steel upon the hand, Cross of crimson on the breast?
1365	Where the merchants with their wares, And their gallant brigantines Sailing safely into port Chased by corsair Algerines?
1365	Where the pilgrims with their prayers?
1365	Where the pomp of camp and court?
1365	Where''s my horse?
1365	Where''s my horse?
1365	Where?
1365	Wherefore art thou not with him?
1365	Wherefore art thou the only living thing Among thy brothers dead?
1365	Wherefore can I not follow thee?
1365	Wherefore dost thou turn Thy face from me?
1365	Wherefore standest thou so white In pale moonlight?"
1365	Wherefore then Askest thou me of this?
1365	Wherefore?
1365	Whereunto shall I liken, then, the men Of this generation?
1365	Which is more fair, The star of morning or the evening star?
1365	Which may be Atreides, Menelaus, Odysseus, Ajax the great, or bold Idomeneus?"
1365	Which of them?
1365	Whither, oh, whither?
1365	Whither, or whence, With thy fluttering golden band?"
1365	Whither, with so much haste, As if a thief wert thou?"
1365	Who am I, that from the centre Of thy glory thou shouldst enter This poor cell, my guest to be?
1365	Who and what are ye, that with furtive steps Steal in among our tents?
1365	Who and what are you?
1365	Who and whence are they?
1365	Who are the deputies that make complaint?
1365	Who are these gentlemen?
1365	Who are they That bring complaints against me?
1365	Who are they?
1365	Who are they?
1365	Who are you?
1365	Who art thou, and what is the word That here thou proclaimest?
1365	Who art thou, and whence comest thou?
1365	Who art thou?
1365	Who art thou?
1365	Who art thou?
1365	Who braves of Denmark''s Christian The stroke?"
1365	Who built it?
1365	Who calls me?
1365	Who cares for death?
1365	Who comes next?
1365	Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth?
1365	Who did these things?
1365	Who do the people say I am?
1365	Who has searched or sought All the unexplored and spacious Universe of thought?
1365	Who hath set in motion That sorry jest?
1365	Who hears the falling of the forest leaf?
1365	Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish?
1365	Who hurt her then?
1365	Who is He; ye exclaim?
1365	Who is he?
1365	Who is it calls?
1365	Who is it coming under the trees?
1365	Who is it makes Such outcry here?
1365	Who is it smote thee?
1365	Who is it speaketh in this place, With such a gentle voice?
1365	Who is it speaks?
1365	Who is it that doth stand so near His whispered words I almost hear?
1365	Who is it that speaketh?
1365	Who is it?
1365	Who is it?
1365	Who is it?
1365	Who is poisoned?
1365	Who is safe?
1365	Who is that woman yonder, gliding in So silently behind him?
1365	Who is that youth with the dark azure eyes, And hair, in color like unto the wine, Parted upon his forehead, and behind Falling in flowing locks?
1365	Who is the champion?
1365	Who is there to tell me?
1365	Who is this Exhorting in the outer courts so loudly?
1365	Who is this beggar blinking in the sun?
1365	Who is this youth?
1365	Who is this, that lights the wigwam?
1365	Who is this?
1365	Who is thy father?
1365	Who is your God and Father?
1365	Who knoweth not Prometheus the humane?
1365	Who knows what may happen?
1365	Who knows?
1365	Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land?
1365	Who made these marks Upon her hands?
1365	Who says that I am ill?
1365	Who shall answer or divine?
1365	Who shall call his dreams fallacious?
1365	Who shall dare My crown to take, my sceptre bear, As king among the Jews?
1365	Who shall say That from the world of spirits comes no greeting, No message of remembrance?
1365	Who shall say what dreams of beauty Filled the heart of Hiawatha?
1365	Who shall say what thoughts and visions Fill the fiery brains of young men?
1365	Who shall tell us?
1365	Who thus parts you, who should never from each other parted be?"
1365	Who told you of the clothes?
1365	Who waits for you at Fondi?
1365	Who was it fled from here?
1365	Who was it said Amen?
1365	Who was it touched my garments?
1365	Who was it?
1365	Who will be tried to- day?
1365	Who will care for the Puk- Wudjies?
1365	Who would have thought That Bridget Bishop e''er would come to this?
1365	Who would not love, if loving she might be Changed like Callisto to a star in heaven?
1365	Who would think her but fifteen?
1365	Who''s conceited?
1365	Who''s next?
1365	Who''s next?
1365	Who''s the tall man in front?
1365	Who''s there?
1365	Who''s there?
1365	Who, in his own skill confiding, Shall with rule and line Mark the border- land dividing Human and divine?
1365	Who?
1365	Whom seek ye?
1365	Whom seekest thou?
1365	Whom wait ye for?
1365	Whom will ye, then, that I release to you?
1365	Whom would you pray to?
1365	Whose hand shall dare to open and explore These volumes, closed and clasped forevermore?
1365	Whose was the right and the wrong?
1365	Why all this fret and flurry?
1365	Why am I here alone among the tombs?
1365	Why art thou here?
1365	Why art thou up so early, pretty man?
1365	Why art thou up so late, my pretty damsel?
1365	Why ca n''t they let him rest?
1365	Why callest thou me good?
1365	Why came you there?
1365	Why comest thou Into this dark guest- chamber in the night?
1365	Why comest thou hither So early in the dawn?
1365	Why did I leave it?
1365	Why did I leave my ploughing and my reaping To plough and reap this Sodom and Gomorrah?
1365	Why did I leave thee?
1365	Why did mighty Jove create thee Coy as Thetis, fair as Flora, Beautiful as young Aurora, If to win thee is to hate thee?
1365	Why did the Pope and his ten Cardinals Come here to lay this heavy task upon me?
1365	Why did you let this horrible deed be done?
1365	Why did you not lay hold on her, and keep her From self destruction?
1365	Why didst thou leave me?
1365	Why didst thou not commission thy swift lightning To strike me dead?
1365	Why didst thou return?
1365	Why do they linger?
1365	Why do ye crowd us?
1365	Why do ye seek the living among the dead?
1365	Why do you hurt this person?
1365	Why does he go so often to Madrid?
1365	Why does he seek to fix a quarrel on me?
1365	Why does she torture me?
1365	Why does the bride turn pale, and hide her face on his shoulder?
1365	Why does the bridegroom start and stare at the strange apparition?
1365	Why does your spectre haunt and hurt this person?
1365	Why dost thou bear me aloft, O Angel of God, on thy pinions O''er realms and dominions?
1365	Why dost thou hurl me here among these rocks, And cut me with these stones?
1365	Why dost thou lift those tender eyes With so much sorrow and surprise?
1365	Why dost thou persecute me, Saul of Tarsus?
1365	Why doth The Master lead us up into this mountain?
1365	Why drag again into the light of day The errors of an age long passed away?"
1365	Why entreat me, why upbraid me, When the steadfast tongues of truth And the flattering hopes of youth Have all deceived me and betrayed me?
1365	Why fill the convent with such scandals, As if we were so many drunken Vandals?
1365	Why frightened?
1365	Why hast thou sent for me?
1365	Why have I done this?
1365	Why howl the dogs at night?
1365	Why hurry through the world at such a pace?
1365	Why is it hateful to you?
1365	Why keep me pacing to and fro Amid these aisles of sacred gloom, Counting my footsteps as I go, And marking with each step a tomb?
1365	Why make ye this ado, and weep?
1365	Why must they drag him Out of his grave to give me a bad name?
1365	Why must you?
1365	Why not my displeasure?
1365	Why not?
1365	Why not?
1365	Why seek to know?
1365	Why should I live?
1365	Why should I not?
1365	Why should I paint?
1365	Why should I seek this Frenchman, Rabelais?
1365	Why should I tell you how all the rivers are frozen and solid, And from out of the lake frangible water is dug?
1365	Why should I toil and sweat, Who now am rich enough to live at ease, And take my pleasure?
1365	Why should Proctor say Such things bout me?
1365	Why should the world for thee make room, And wait thy leisure and thy beck?
1365	Why should their praise in verse be sung?
1365	Why should you not have Quakers at your tavern If you have fiddlers?
1365	Why shouldst thou be dead?
1365	Why shouldst thou hate then thy brother?
1365	Why so?
1365	Why so?
1365	Why stayest thou here?
1365	Why stayest thou, Prince of Hoheneck?
1365	Why then will you hunt each other?
1365	Why this rapture and unrest?
1365	Why troublest thou the Master?
1365	Why wait you?
1365	Why will you go so soon?
1365	Why will you harbor such delusions, Giles?
1365	Why will you not Give all your heart to God?
1365	Why would you have this ring?
1365	Why, Simon, is it you?
1365	Why, what evil hath he done?
1365	Why, what has he been doing?
1365	Why, who do you think?
1365	Why?
1365	Why?
1365	Will he instruct the Elders?
1365	Will it all vanish into air?
1365	Will it not interrupt you?
1365	Will no one answer?
1365	Will no one give me water?
1365	Will one draught Suffice?
1365	Will she become immortal like ourselves?
1365	Will some one give me water?
1365	Will ye be his disciples?
1365	Will ye not enter in to- day?
1365	Will ye promise me this before God and man?"
1365	Will you be seated?
1365	Will you condemn me in this house of God, Where I so long have worshipped with you all?
1365	Will you condemn me on such evidence,-- You who have known me for so many years?
1365	Will you let me stay A little while, and with your falcon play?
1365	Will you not drink the King?
1365	Will you not promise?
1365	Will you not taste it?
1365	Will you serenade her?
1365	Will you sit down?
1365	Will you swear?
1365	Will you take My life away from me, because this girl, Who is distraught, and not in her right mind, Accuses me of things I blush to name?
1365	Will you take the oath?
1365	Will you then leave me, Julia, and so soon, To pace alone this terrace like a ghost?
1365	Will you, sir, sign the book?
1365	Wilt thou as fond and faithful be?
1365	Wilt thou eat then?
1365	Wilt thou fight on the Sabbath, Maccabaeus?
1365	Wilt thou not come?
1365	Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour Thy hurrying, headlong waters o''er This rocky shelf forever?
1365	Wilt thou so love me after death?
1365	Wilt thou sup with us?
1365	Wist ye not That I must be about my Father''s business?
1365	With Proctor''s wife?
1365	With hand outstretched She said:"Giles Corey, will you sign the Book?"
1365	With his great eyes lights the wigwam?
1365	With permission, Monsignori, What is it ye complain of?
1365	With trembling voice he said,"What wilt thou here?"
1365	Woman, who are you?
1365	Woman, why weepest thou?
1365	Wore not his cheek the apple''s ruddy glow, Would you not say he slept on Death''s cold arm?
1365	Would the Vision come again?
1365	Would the Vision there remain?
1365	Would you hear more?
1365	Wouldst thou have done so, Elsie?
1365	Wrapt not in Eastern balms, Bat with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?"
1365	XII THE SON OF THE EVENING STAR Can it be the sun descending O''er the level plain of water?
1365	Ye Scribes, why come ye hither?
1365	Ye children, does Death e''er alarm you?
1365	Ye did not hear: why would ye hear again?
1365	Ye recording angels, Open your books and read?
1365	Ye who are blessed in loving, tell it me: Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
1365	Yea, I know him; Who knows him not?
1365	Yea, it remaineth forevermore, However Satan may rage and roar, Though often be whispers in my ears: What if thy doctrines false should be?
1365	Yes, that were a pleasant task, Your Excellency; but to whom?
1365	Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil intention Brings them here, for we are at peace; and why then molest us?"
1365	Yet why should I fear death?
1365	Yet without illusions What would our lives become, what we ourselves?
1365	Yet,--for what reason not children?
1365	Yet,--why are ye afraid, ye children?
1365	You are Tituba?
1365	You are not angry with me,--are you, Gloyd?
1365	You dare not?
1365	You have read-- For you read all things, not a book escapes you-- The famous Demonology of King James?
1365	You know this mark?
1365	You like it?
1365	You own yourself a Quaker,--do you not?
1365	You remember, surely, The adventure with the corsair Barbarossa, And all that followed?
1365	You saw her?
1365	You were not at the play tonight, Don Carlos; How happened it?
1365	You were there?
1365	You''re not hurt,--are you, Gloyd?
1365	Your life is mine; and what shall now withhold me From sending your vile soul to its account?
1365	an adept?
1365	and his brethren and his sisters Are they not with us?
1365	and offered me The waters of eternal life, to bid me Drink the polluted puddles of the world?
1365	and safe from danger; Can you not, with all your cunning, All your wisdom and contrivance, Change me, too, into a beaver?"
1365	and that you left This woman here, your wife, kneeling alone Upon the hearth?
1365	and what are they like?
1365	and where The power of Kazan with its fourfold gates?
1365	and where are they That brought the gifts of frankincense and myrrh?
1365	and why com''st thou here?"
1365	answerest thou The High- Priest so?
1365	are these the guests whose glances Seemed like sunshine gleaming round me?
1365	are you going to slay me?
1365	are you on fire, too, old hay- stack?
1365	can you tell me where alight Thuringia''s horsemen for the night?
1365	canst thou endure so long?
1365	canst thou not be Blithe as the air is, and as free?
1365	could ye not watch with me for one hour?
1365	dead?
1365	do you mean to make war with milk and the water of roses?
1365	do you not hear?
1365	do you see at the window there That face, with a look of grief and despair, That ghastly face, as of one in pain?
1365	do you think our statutes are but paper?
1365	does no voice within Answer my cry, and say we are akin?"
1365	doth Charity fail?
1365	hast thou killed And also taken possession?
1365	have you, then, forgotten The story of Sophocles in his old age?
1365	he cried in terror,"What is that,"he said,"Nokomis?"
1365	he cried, desponding,"Must our lives depend on these things?"
1365	he cried, desponding,"Must our lives depend on these things?"
1365	he cried, desponding,"Must our lives depend on these things?"
1365	how canst thou mourn?
1365	how shall I be grateful For so much kindness?
1365	if thou art love, Why didst thou leave me naked to the tempter?
1365	in what deep Recesses of your realms of mystery Lies hidden now that star?
1365	in what realms afar, In what planet, in what star, In what vast, aerial space, Shines the light upon thy face?
1365	is Gabriel gone?"
1365	is it not enough?
1365	march again?
1365	must ye make A wailing like the dragons, and a mourning As of the owls?
1365	now say, if thou art wise, When the Angel of Death, who is full of eyes, Comes where a sick man dying lies, What doth he to the wight?
1365	or Hera''s girdle?
1365	or do they know indeed This man to be the very Christ?
1365	or was it real, What I saw as in a vision, When to marches hymeneal In the land of the Ideal Moved my thought o''er Fields Elysian?
1365	others Who have hearts as tender and true, and spirits as loyal?
1365	perhaps some friend May ask, incredulous;"and to what good end?
1365	said the young men, As they sported in the meadow:"Why stand idly looking at us, Leaning on the rock behind you?
1365	said you so?
1365	saith he;"Have naught but the bearded grain?
1365	shall I reign ten years?
1365	shouted the hasty and somewhat irascible blacksmith;"Must we in all things look for the how, and the why, and the wherefore?
1365	that it has not received?
1365	that once did visit me, Making night glorious with your smile, where are ye?
1365	that they were Medes and Persians, They were Sidonians, anything but Jews?
1365	there are yet four months And cometh, harvest?
1365	these The ways that win, the arts that please?
1365	to cherish God more than all things earthly, and every man as a brother?
1365	to hope, to forgive, and to suffer, Be what it may your condition, and walk before God in uprightness?
1365	was ever a grief like this?
1365	what ails thee, my poor child?
1365	what ails thee, sweet?"
1365	what are the tidings to- day?
1365	what can I do?
1365	what delight?
1365	what grief doth him oppress?
1365	what have I said?
1365	what holy angel Brings the Slave this glad evangel?
1365	what is the news, I pray?
1365	what madness has seized you?
1365	what murmurs arise from the heart of those mountainous deserts?
1365	what wonder- working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore?
1365	what would the world be to us If the children were no more?
1365	when shall they all meet again?"
1365	when the gate Of heaven is open, will ye wait?
1365	where?
1365	wherefore?
1365	who is this That looketh forth as the morning?
1365	who is this doll?
1365	who knowst?
1365	who may the bridegroom be?"
1365	who shall lead us thither?
1365	who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain?
1365	who the strong?
1365	who will e''er believe the words I say?
1365	who would not, then, depart with gladness, To inherit heaven for earthly sadness?
1365	why did your clouds retain For peasants''fields their floods of hoarded rain?
1365	why do ye play, And break the holy Sabbath day?
1365	why dream and wait for him longer?
1365	why is it That your hearts are so afflicted, That you sob so in the midnight?
1365	why open no abyss To bury in its chasm a crime like this?
1365	why will you harbor these dark thoughts?
1365	wilt thou return no more?
1365	wouldst thou so?
1365	you ask me; I answer by asking, Hail and snow and rain, are they not three, and yet one?