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No Second Troy

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Why should I blame her that she filled my daysWith misery, or that she would of lateHave taught ignorant men most violent ways,Or hurled the little streets upon the great,Had…

The Blessed

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CUMHAL called out, bending his head,Till Dathi came and stood,With a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mouth,Between the wind and the wood.And Cumhal said, bending his knees,“I have come…

Model For The Laureate

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On thrones from China to PeruAll sorts of kings have satThat men and women of all sortsproclaimed both good and great;And what’s the odds if such as theseFor reason of…

September

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WHAT need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to shivering prayer, untilYou have dried the marrow from the bone?For…

The Coming Of Wisdom With Time

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THOUGH leaves are many, the root is one;Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth.

The Spirit Medium

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POETRY, music, I have loved, and yetBecause of those new deadThat come into my soul and escapeConfusion of the bed,Or those begotten or unbegottenPerning in a band,1Or those begotten or…

The Valley Of The Black Pig

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The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spearsSuddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the criesOf unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.We…

Those Images

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WHAT if I bade you leaveThe cavern of the mind?There’s better exerciseIn the sunlight and wind.I never bade you goTo Moscow or to Rome.Renounce that drudgery,Call the Muses home.Seek those…

A Woman Homer Sung

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If any man drew nearWhen I was young,I thought, ‘He holds her dear,’And shook with hate and fear.But O! ’twas bitter wrongIf he could pass her byWith an indifferent eye.…

Upon A Dying Lady

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IHer Courtesy WITH the old kindness, the old distinguished grace,She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hairpropped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face.She would not…