How are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden?
Umbered juices,
And pulped oozes
Pappy out of the cherry-bruises,
Froth the veins of thee, wild, wild maiden.
With hair that musters
In globed clusters,
In tumbling clusters, like swarthy grapes,
Round thy brow and thine ears o'ershaden;
With the burning darkness of eyes like pansies,
Like velvet pansies
Where through escapes
The splendid might of thy conflagrate fancies;
With robe gold-tawny not hiding the shapes
Of the feet whereunto it falleth down,
Thy naked feet unsandalled;
With robe gold-tawny that does not veil
Feet where the red
Is meshed in the brown,
Like a rubied sun in a Venice-sail.
Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on.
We lack but open eye and ear
To find the Orient's marvels here;
The still small voice in autumn's hush,
Yon maple wood the burning bush.
AVARICE
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.
Avaritiam si tollere vultis, mater ejus est tollenda, luxuries.
If you wish to remove avarice you must remove its mother, luxury.
Ac primam scelerum matrem, quae semper habendo
Plus sitiens patulis rimatur faucibus aurum,
Trudis Avaritiam.
Expel avarice, the mother of all wickedness, who, always thirsty for more, opens wide her jaws for gold.
Non propter vitam faciunt patrimonia'quidam,
Sed vitio cseci propter patrimonia vivunt.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them; for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Crescit amor nummi quantum ipsa pecunia crescit.
The love of pelf increases with the pelf.
That disease
Of which all old men sicken, avarice.
There grows,
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands.
This avarice
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
Desunt inopiæ multa, avaritiæ omnia.
Poverty wants much; but avarice, everything.
AWKWARDNESS
Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill
Of moving gracefully or standing still,
One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,
Desirous seems to run away from t'other.
What's a fine person, or a beauteous face,
Unless deportment gives them decent grace?
Blessed with all other requisites to please,
Some want the striking elegance of ease;
The curious eye their awkward movement tires:
They seem like puppets led about by wires.
God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.
With ridiculous and awkward action,
Which, slanderer, he imitation calls.
AYR (RIVER)
Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore,
O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green;
The fragrant birch and* hawthorn hoar
Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!
My peace with these, my love with those.
The bursting tears my heart declare;
Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
AZALEA
Rhododendron
And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.
Dora Read Goodald—Spring Scatters Far
and Wide.
The fair azalea bows
Beneath its snowy crest.
