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    The Dark Hour
    ------by William Henry Davies
    And now, when merry winds do blow,
    And rain makes trees look fresh,
    An overpowering staleness holds
    This mortal flesh.

    Though well I love to feel the rain,
    And be by winds well blown --
    The mystery of mortal life
    Doth press me down.

    And, In this mood, come now what will,
    Shine Rainbow, Cuckoo call;
    There is no thing in Heaven or Earth
    Can lift my soul.

    I know not where this state comes from --
    No cause for grief I know;
    The Earth around is fresh and green,
    Flowers near me grow.

    I sit between two fair rose trees;
    Red roses on my right,
    And on my left side roses are
    A lovely white.

    The little birds are full of joy,
    Lambs bleating all the day;
    The colt runs after the old mare,
    And children play.

    And still there comes this dark, dark hour --
    Which is not borne of Care;
    Into my heart it creeps before
    I am aware.
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    The Travail Of Passion
    ------------by William Butler Yeats

    When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
    When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
    Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
    Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
    The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream;
    We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
    That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,
    Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.
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    One of his best short poems, IMHO..-TYR
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    A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed
    ------------- by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    IF God compel thee to this destiny,
    To die alone, with none beside thy bed
    To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said
    And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee,--
    Pray then alone, ' O Christ, come tenderly !
    By thy forsaken Sonship in the red
    Drear wine-press,--by the wilderness out-spread,--
    And the lone garden where thine agony
    Fell bloody from thy brow,--by all of those
    Permitted desolations, comfort mine !
    No earthly friend being near me, interpose
    No deathly angel 'twixt my face aud thine,
    But stoop Thyself to gather my life's rose,
    And smile away my mortal to Divine
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    Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve
    ------------------ by Andrew Barton Paterson
    You never heard tell of the story?
    Well, now, I can hardly believe!
    Never heard of the honour and glory
    Of Pardon, the son of Reprieve?
    But maybe you're only a Johnnie
    And don't know a horse from a hoe?
    Well, well, don't get angry, my sonny,
    But, really, a young un should know.
    They bred him out back on the "Never",
    His mother was Mameluke breed.
    To the front -- and then stay there - was ever
    The root of the Mameluke creed.
    He seemed to inherit their wiry
    Strong frames -- and their pluck to receive --
    As hard as a flint and as fiery
    Was Pardon, the son of Reprieve.

    We ran him at many a meeting
    At crossing and gully and town,
    And nothing could give him a beating --
    At least when our money was down.
    For weight wouldn't stop him, nor distance,
    Nor odds, though the others were fast;
    He'd race with a dogged persistence,
    And wear them all down at the last.

    At the Turon the Yattendon filly
    Led by lengths at the mile-and-a-half,
    And we all began to look silly,
    While her crowd were starting to laugh;
    But the old horse came faster and faster,
    His pluck told its tale, and his strength,
    He gained on her, caught her, and passed her,
    And won it, hands down, by a length.

    And then we swooped down on Menindie
    To run for the President's Cup;
    Oh! that's a sweet township -- a shindy
    To them is board, lodging, and sup.
    Eye-openers they are, and their system
    Is never to suffer defeat;
    It's "win, tie, or wrangle" -- to best 'em
    You must lose 'em, or else it's "dead heat".

    We strolled down the township and found 'em
    At drinking and gaming and play;
    If sorrows they had, why they drowned 'em,
    And betting was soon under way.
    Their horses were good uns and fit uns,
    There was plenty of cash in the town;
    They backed their own horses like Britons,
    And, Lord! how we rattled it down!

    With gladness we thought of the morrow,
    We counted our wages with glee,
    A simile homely to borrow --
    "There was plenty of milk in our tea."
    You see we were green; and we never
    Had even a thought of foul play,
    Though we well might have known that the clever
    Division would "put us away".

    Experience docet, they tell us,
    At least so I've frequently heard;
    But, "dosing" or "stuffing", those fellows
    Were up to each move on the board:
    They got to his stall -- it is sinful
    To think what such villains will do --
    And they gave him a regular skinful
    Of barley -- green barley -- to chew.

    He munched it all night, and we found him
    Next morning as full as a hog --
    The girths wouldn't nearly meet round him;
    He looked like an overfed frog.
    We saw we were done like a dinner --
    The odds were a thousand to one
    Against Pardon turning up winner,
    'Twas cruel to ask him to run.

    We got to the course with our troubles,
    A crestfallen couple were we;
    And we heard the " books" calling the doubles --
    A roar like the surf of the sea.
    And over the tumult and louder
    Rang "Any price Pardon, I lay!"
    Says Jimmy, "The children of Judah
    Are out on the warpath today."

    Three miles in three heats: -- Ah, my sonny,
    The horses in those days were stout,
    They had to run well to win money;
    I don't see such horses about.
    Your six-furlong vermin that scamper
    Half-a-mile with their feather-weight up,
    They wouldn't earn much of their damper
    In a race like the President's Cup.

    The first heat was soon set a-going;
    The Dancer went off to the front;
    The Don on his quarters was showing,
    With Pardon right out of the hunt.
    He rolled and he weltered and wallowed --
    You'd kick your hat faster, I'll bet;
    They finished all bunched, and he followed
    All lathered and dripping with sweat.

    But troubles came thicker upon us,
    For while we were rubbing him dry
    The stewards came over to warn us:
    "We hear you are running a bye!
    If Pardon don't spiel like tarnation
    And win the next heat -- if he can --
    He'll earn a disqualification;
    Just think over that now, my man!"

    Our money all gone and our credit,
    Our horse couldn't gallop a yard;
    And then people thought that we did it
    It really was terribly hard.
    We were objects of mirth and derision
    To folks in the lawn and the stand,
    Anf the yells of the clever division
    Of "Any price Pardon!" were grand.

    We still had a chance for the money,
    Two heats remained to be run:
    If both fell to us -- why, my sonny,
    The clever division were done.
    And Pardon was better, we reckoned,
    His sickness was passing away,
    So we went to the post for the second
    And principal heat of the day.

    They're off and away with a rattle,
    Like dogs from the leashes let slip,
    And right at the back of the battle
    He followed them under the whip.
    They gained ten good lengths on him quickly
    He dropped right away from the pack;
    I tell you it made me feel sickly
    To see the blue jacket fall back.

    Our very last hope had departed --
    We thought the old fellow was done,
    When all of a sudden he started
    To go like a shot from a gun.
    His chances seemed slight to embolden
    Our hearts; but, with teeth firmly set,
    We thought, "Now or never! The old un
    May reckon with some of 'em yet."

    Then loud rose the war-cry for Pardon;
    He swept like the wind down the dip,
    And over the rise by the garden
    The jockey was done with the whip.
    The field was at sixes and sevens --
    The pace at the first had been fast --
    And hope seemed to drop from the heavens,
    For Pardon was coming at last.

    And how he did come! It was splendid;
    He gained on them yards every bound,
    Stretching out like a greyhound extended,
    His girth laid right down on the ground.
    A shimmer of silk in the cedars
    As into the running they wheeled,
    And out flashed the whips on the leaders,
    For Pardon had collared the field.

    Then right through the ruck he was sailing --
    I knew that the battle was won --
    The son of Haphazard was failing,
    The Yattendon filly was done;
    He cut down The Don and The Dancer,
    He raced clean away from the mare --
    He's in front! Catch him now if you can, sir!
    And up went my hat in the air!

    Then loud fron the lawn and the garden
    Rose offers of "Ten to one on!"
    "Who'll bet on the field? I back Pardon!"
    No use; all the money was gone.
    He came for the third heat light-hearted,
    A-jumping and dancing about;
    The others were done ere they started
    Crestfallen, and tired, and worn out.

    He won it, and ran it much faster
    Than even the first, I believe;
    Oh, he was the daddy, the master,
    Was Pardon, the son of Reprieve.
    He showed 'em the method of travel --
    The boy sat still as a stone --
    They never could see him for gravel;
    He came in hard-held, and alone.

    * * * * * * *

    But he's old -- and his eyes are grown hollow
    Like me, with my thatch of the snow;
    When he dies, then I hope I may follow,
    And go where the racehorses go.
    I don't want no harping nor singing --
    Such things with my style don't agree;
    Where the hoofs of the horses are ringing
    There's music sufficient for me.

    And surely the thoroughbred horses
    Will rise up again and begin
    Fresh faces on far-away courses,
    And p'raps they might let me slip in.
    It would look rather well the race-card on
    'Mongst Cherubs and Seraphs and things,
    "Angel Harrison's black gelding Pardon,
    Blue halo, white body and wings."

    And if they have racing hereafter,
    (And who is to say they will not?)
    When the cheers and the shouting and laughter
    Proclaim that the battle grows hot;
    As they come down the racecourse a-steering,
    He'll rush to the front, I believe;
    And you'll hear the great multitude cheering
    For Pardon, the son of Reprieve
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    A Prayer in the Prospect of Death
    --- by Robert Burns
    O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
    Of all my hope and fear!
    In whose dread presence, ere an hour,
    Perhaps I must appear!


    If I have wander’d in those paths
    Of life I ought to shun,
    As something, loudly, in my breast,
    Remonstrates I have done;


    Thou know’st that Thou hast formed me
    With passions wild and strong;
    And list’ning to their witching voice
    Has often led me wrong.


    Where human weakness has come short,
    Or frailty stept aside,
    Do Thou, All-Good-for such Thou art—
    In shades of darkness hide.


    Where with intention I have err’d,
    No other plea I have,
    But, Thou art good; and Goodness still
    Delighteth to forgive.
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    Moments Of Vision
    ---------------- by Thomas Hardy

    That mirror
    Which makes of men a transparency,
    Who holds that mirror
    And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see
    Of you and me?

    That mirror
    Whose magic penetrates like a dart,
    Who lifts that mirror
    And throws our mind back on us, and our heart,
    until we start?

    That mirror
    Works well in these night hours of ache;
    Why in that mirror
    Are tincts we never see ourselves once take
    When the world is awake?

    That mirror
    Can test each mortal when unaware;
    Yea, that strange mirror
    May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair,
    Glassing it -- where?

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    'Death is nothing at all' ~ Canon Henry Scott Holland of St. Paul's Cathedral

    Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.
    I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
    Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
    Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
    Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
    Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
    let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
    Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
    [There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident?]
    Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

    All is well.
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    Universal Prayer
    -----------------by Alexander Pope
    Father of all! In every age,
    In ev'ry clime ador'd,
    By saint, by savage, and by sage,
    Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

    Thou Great First Cause, least understood,
    Who all my sense confin'd
    To know but this, that Thou art good,
    And that myself am blind:

    Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
    To see the good from ill;
    And, binding Nature fast in Fate,
    Left free the human Will.

    What Conscience dictates to be done,
    Or warns me not to do;
    This teach me more than Hell to shun,
    That more than Heav'n pursue.

    What blessings thy free bounty gives
    Let me not cast away;
    For God is paid when man receives;
    T' enjoy is to obey.

    Yet not to earth's contracted span
    Thy goodness let me bound,
    Or think thee Lord alone of man,
    When thousand worlds are round.

    Let not this weak, unknowing hand
    Presume thy bolts to throw,
    And teach damnation round the land
    On each I judge thy foe.

    If I am right, thy grace impart,
    Still in the right to stay;
    If I am wrong, O teach my heart
    To find that better way.

    Save me alike from foolish Pride
    Or impious Discontent,
    At aught thy wisdom has denied,
    Or aught that goodness lent.

    Teach me to feel another's woe,
    To right the fault I see:
    That mercy I to others show,
    That mercy show to me.

    Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
    Since quicken'd by thy breath;
    O lead me whereso'er I go,
    Thro' this day's life or death!

    This day be bread and peace my lot:
    All else beneath the sun
    Though know'st if best bestow'd or not,
    And let Thy will be done.

    To Thee, whose temple is of Space,
    Whose altar earth, sea, skies,
    One chorus let all Beings raise!
    All Nature's incense rise!
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    Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain
    ----------------by Conrad Aiken
    Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.
    Let us discover some new alphabet,
    For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,
    The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,
    The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone,
    And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,—
    Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion,
    Beneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done.
    There is an oriole who, upside down,
    Hangs at his nest, and flicks an orange wing,—
    Under a tree as dead and still as lead;
    There is a single leaf, in all this heaven
    Of leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig:
    The stem breaks, and it falls, but it is caught
    Upon a sister leaf, and thus she hangs;
    There is an acorn cup, beside a mushroom
    Which catches three drops from the stooping cloud.
    The timid bee goes back to the hive; the fly
    Under the broad leaf of the hollyhock
    Perpends stupid with cold; the raindark snail
    Surveys the wet world from a watery stone...
    And still the syllables of water whisper:
    The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait
    In the dark room; and in your heart I find
    One silver raindrop,—on a hawthorn leaf,—
    Orion in a cobweb, and the World.
    One of my top five favorites by Conrad.--Tyr
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    Air And Angels
    --------- by John Donne
    Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
    Before I knew thy face or name,
    So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
    Angels affect us oft, and worship'd be;
    Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
    Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
    But since my soul, whose child love is,
    Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
    More subtile than the parent is,
    Love must not be, but take a body too,
    And therefore what thou wert, and who,
    I bid Love ask, and now
    That it assume thy body, I allow,
    And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.

    Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
    And so more steadily to have gone,
    With wares which would sink admiration,
    I saw, I had love's pinnace overfraught,
    Ev'ry thy hair for love to work upon
    Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
    For, nor in nothing, nor in things
    Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere;
    Then as an Angel, face, and wings
    Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
    So thy love may be my loves sphere;
    Just such disparity
    As is twixt Air and Angels' purity,
    'Twixt women's love, and men's will ever be.
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    A Prayer For My Son
    --------------- by William Butler Yeats
    Bid a strong ghost stand at the head
    That my Michael may sleep sound,
    Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
    Till his morning meal come round;
    And may departing twilight keep
    All dread afar till morning's back.
    That his mother may not lack
    Her fill of sleep.

    Bid the ghost have sword in fist:
    Some there are, for I avow
    Such devilish things exist,
    Who have planned his murder, for they know
    Of some most haughty deed or thought
    That waits upon his future days,
    And would through hatred of the bays
    Bring that to nought.

    Though You can fashion everything
    From nothing every day, and teach
    The morning stars to sing,
    You have lacked articulate speech
    To tell Your simplest want, and known,
    Wailing upon a woman's knee,
    All of that worst ignominy
    Of flesh and bone;

    And when through all the town there ran
    The servants of Your enemy,
    A woman and a man,
    Unless the Holy Writings lie,
    Hurried through the smooth and rough
    And through the fertile and waste,
    protecting, till the danger past,
    With human love.
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    A Lost Angel
    by Ellis Parker Butler

    When first we met she seemed so white
    I feared her;
    As one might near a spirit bright
    I neared her;
    An angel pure from heaven above
    I dreamed her,
    And far too good for human love
    I deemed her.
    A spirit free from mortal taint
    I thought her,
    And incense as unto a saint
    I brought her.

    Well, incense burning did not seem
    To please her,
    And insolence I feared she’d deem
    To squeeze her;
    Nor did I dare for that same why
    To kiss her,
    Lest, shocked, she’d cause my eager eye
    To miss her.
    I sickened thinking of some way
    To win her,
    When lo! she asked me, one fine day,
    To dinner!

    Twas thus that made of common flesh
    I found her,
    And in a mortal lover’s mesh
    I wound her.
    Embraces, kisses, loving looks
    I gave her,
    And buying bon-bons, flowers and books,
    I save her;
    For her few honest, human taints
    I love her,
    Nor would I change for all the saints
    Above her
    Those eyes, that little face, that so
    Endear her,
    And all the human joy I know
    When near her;
    And I am glad, when to my breast
    I press her,
    She’s just a woman, like the rest,
    God bless her!
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    The Country of the Blind
    -----by C. S. Lewis
    Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men,
    Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long
    Process, clearly, a slow curse,
    Drained through centuries, left them thus.

    At some transitional stage, then, a luckless few,
    No doubt, must have had eyes after the up-to-date,
    Normal type had achieved snug
    Darkness, safe from the guns of heavn;

    Whose blind mouths would abuse words that belonged to their
    Great-grandsires, unabashed, talking of light in some
    Eunuch'd, etiolated,
    Fungoid sense, as a symbol of

    Abstract thoughts. If a man, one that had eyes, a poor
    Misfit, spoke of the grey dawn or the stars or green-
    Sloped sea waves, or admired how
    Warm tints change in a lady's cheek,

    None complained he had used words from an alien tongue,
    None question'd. It was worse. All would agree 'Of course,'
    Came their answer. "We've all felt
    Just like that." They were wrong. And he


    Knew too much to be clear, could not explain. The words --
    Sold, raped flung to the dogs -- now could avail no more;
    Hence silence. But the mouldwarps,
    With glib confidence, easily

    Showed how tricks of the phrase, sheer metaphors could set
    Fools concocting a myth, taking the worlds for things.
    Do you think this a far-fetched
    Picture? Go then about among

    Men now famous; attempt speech on the truths that once,
    Opaque, carved in divine forms, irremovable,
    Dear but dear as a mountain-
    Mass, stood plain to the inward eye.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    To the True Romance
    ----------by Rudyard Kipling
    Thy face is far from this our war,
    Our call and counter-cry,
    I shall not find Thee quick and kind,
    Nor know Thee till I die,
    Enough for me in dreams to see
    And touch Thy garments' hem:
    Thy feet have trod so near to God
    I may not follow them.

    Through wantonness if men profess
    They weary of Thy parts,
    E'en let them die at blasphemy
    And perish with their arts;
    But we that love, but we that prove
    Thine excellence august,
    While we adore discover more
    Thee perfect, wise, and just.

    Since spoken word Man's Spirit stirred
    Beyond his belly-need,
    What is is Thine of fair design
    In thought and craft and deed;
    Each stroke aright of toil and fight,
    That was and that shall be,
    And hope too high, wherefore we die,
    Has birth and worth in Thee.

    Who holds by Thee hath Heaven in fee
    To gild his dross thereby,
    And knowledge sure that he endure
    A child until he die --
    For to make plain that man's disdain
    Is but new Beauty's birth --
    For to possess in loneliness
    The joy of all the earth.

    As Thou didst teach all lovers speech
    And Life all mystery,
    So shalt Thou rule by every school
    Till love and longing die,
    Who wast or yet the Lights were set,
    A whisper in the Void,
    Who shalt be sung through planets young
    When this is clean destroyed.

    Beyond the bounds our staring rounds,
    Across the pressing dark,
    The children wise of outer skies
    Look hitherward and mark
    A light that shifts, a glare that drifts,
    Rekindling thus and thus,
    Not all forlorn, for Thou hast borne
    Strange tales to them of us.

    Time hath no tide but must abide
    The servant of Thy will;
    Tide hath no time, for to Thy rhyme
    The ranging stars stand still --
    Regent of spheres that lock our fears,
    Our hopes invisible,
    Oh 'twas certes at Thy decrees
    We fashioned Heaven and Hell!

    Pure Wisdom hath no certain path
    That lacks thy morning-eyne,
    And captains bold by Thee controlled
    Most like to Gods design;
    Thou art the Voice to kingly boys
    To lift them through the fight,
    And Comfortress of Unsuccess,
    To give the dead good-night --

    A veil to draw 'twixt God His Law
    And Man's infirmity,
    A shadow kind to dumb and blind
    The shambles where we die;
    A rule to trick th' arithmetic
    Too base of leaguing odds --
    The spur of trust, the curb of lust,
    Thou handmaid of the Gods!

    O Charity, all patiently
    Abiding wrack and scaith!
    O Faith, that meets ten thousand cheats
    Yet drops no jot of faith!
    Devil and brute Thou dost transmute
    To higher, lordlier show,
    Who art in sooth that lovely Truth
    The careless angels know!

    Thy face is far from this our war,
    Our call and counter-cry,
    I may not find Thee quick and kind,
    Nor know Thee till I die.

    Yet may I look with heart unshook
    On blow brought home or missed --
    Yet may I hear with equal ear
    The clarions down the List;
    Yet set my lance above mischance
    And ride the barriere --
    Oh, hit or miss, how little 'tis,
    My Lady is not there!
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    The Ballad Of The Foxhunter
    ----------by William Butler Yeats
    'Lay me in a cushioned chair;
    Carry me, ye four,
    With cushions here and cushions there,
    To see the world once more.

    'To stable and to kennel go;
    Bring what is there to bring;
    Lead my Lollard to and fro,
    Or gently in a ring.

    'Put the chair upon the grass:
    Bring Rody and his hounds,
    That I may contented pass
    From these earthly bounds.'

    His eyelids droop, his head falls low,
    His old eyes cloud with dreams;
    The sun upon all things that grow
    Falls in sleepy streams.

    Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn,
    And to the armchair goes,
    And now the old man's dreams are gone,
    He smooths the long brown nose.

    And now moves many a pleasant tongue
    Upon his wasted hands,
    For leading aged hounds and young
    The huntsman near him stands.

    'Huntsmam Rody, blow the horn,
    Make the hills reply.'
    The huntsman loosens on the morn
    A gay wandering cry.

    Fire is in the old man's eyes,
    His fingers move and sway,
    And when the wandering music dies
    They hear him feebly say,

    'Huntsman Rody, blow the horn,
    Make the hills reply.'
    'I cannot blow upon my horn,
    I can but weep and sigh.'

    Servants round his cushioned place
    Are with new sorrow wrung;
    Hounds are gazing on his face,
    Aged hounds and young.

    One blind hound only lies apart
    On the sun-smitten grass;
    He holds deep commune with his heart:
    The moments pass and pass:

    The blind hound with a mournful din
    Lifts slow his wintry head;
    The servants bear the body in;
    The hounds wail for the dead.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    Scorn not the Sonnet

    ---------By William Wordsworth

    Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
    Mindless of its just honours; with this key
    Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody
    Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
    A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;
    With it Camöens soothed an exile's grief;
    The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf
    Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
    His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
    It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land
    To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp
    Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
    The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
    Soul-animating strains—alas, too few!
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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