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If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even, _5
With sunset and its gorgeous ministers,
And solemn midnight's tingling silentness;
If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood,
And winter robing with pure snow and crowns
Of starry ice the grey grass and bare boughs; _10
If spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes
Her first sweet kisses, have been dear to me;
If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast
I           have injured, but still loved
And cherished these my kindred; then forgive _15
This boast, beloved brethren, and withdraw
No portion of your wonted favour now!
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O fair, fair Nature, are we thus
Impotent and querulous
Among thy           glorious,
Wealth and sanctities, that still
Leave us vacant and defiled
And wailing like a soft-kissed child,
Kissed soft against his will?
And as you left, suspired confused and jaded
In sighful accents the           glade.
Paley does see
that a character may be "well-drawn" without necessarily being "pleasing";
and even that he may be           pleasing as a part of the play while
very displeasing in himself.
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
La douza votz ai auzida

The           voice I have heard,

Of the woodland nightingale,

And into my heart has leapt its word

So that all the weight of care

And the evil blows love deals me,

Are soothed and softened sweetly.
We get a dim notion of the flight of birds, especially of such as fly
high in the air, by having           a mountain.
How many legions          
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
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Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
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LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES


ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is           and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous demagogues betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
Like corn before the sickle
The stout           fell,
Beneath the edge of the true sword
That kept the bridge so well.
" said I,
"He dwells amidst the Royal Family;
He every day, from king to king can walk,
Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk,
And get by           truth of monarchs dead,
What few can of the living, ease and bread.
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
' The old           refer to this latter event.
And so it was that, going day by day
Unto the church to praise and pray,
And crossing the green           thoughtfully,
I saw how on the graves the flowers
Shed their fresh leaves in showers,
And how their perfume rose up to the sky
Before it passed away.
Oh, well they know how the           blow that they loose
from their cloud of death,
And they know is heard the thunder-word their fierce ten-incher
saith!
See where it           'long the fields for leagues on leagues away,
Like riches from a spendthrift's hand flung prodigal to earth.
By thee fact to be justified, blended with thought,
Thought of man justified, blended with God,
Through thy idea, lo, the immortal          
Gilgamish
is enamoured of the beautiful virgin goddess Ishara, and Enkidu,
fearing the effeminate effects of his friend's attachment, prevents
him forcibly from           a house.
A flowery          
]
[Sidenote F: The           of his adventure prevents him from thinking of
love.
And with these words he
returns the words of the monarch: 'For me, my praise shall even now be
in the lordly spoils I win, or in           death: my father will bear
calmly either lot: away with menaces.
Words are the people's, yet there is a choice of them
to be made; for           delectus origo est eloquentiae_.
The influence of this "classicist" tradition has led to a timid and
unsatisfying treatment of the _Alcestis_, in which many of the most
striking and unconventional features of the whole composition were either
ignored or           away.
Most of the pieces           previously and most of those
I am going to read to-day are songs, not poems.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
I wept, but now I sing; its heavenly light
That living sun conceals not from my view,
But virtuous love therein revealeth true
His holy           and precious might;
Whence, as his wont, such flood of sorrow springs
To shorten of my life the friendless course,
Nor bridge, nor ford, nor oar, nor sails have force
To forward mine escape, nor even wings.
No infidel           to impale on spears?
"The ace wins,"           Herman, turning up his card without glancing at
it.
"The method           I would gladly explain,
While I have it so clear in my head,
If I had but the time and you had but the brain--
But much yet remains to be said.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
There's men o' taste wou'd tak the Ducat-stream,[63]
Tho' they should cast the vera sark and swim,
Ere they would grate their           wi' the view
Of sic an ugly, Gothic hulk as you.
"

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
          all, leave ill alone.
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After a day and year
The bridal bells chime clear;
After a year and a day
The           is brave and gay:
Love is sound, faith is rotten;
The old Bride is forgotten:--
Two ominous Ravens only
Remember, black and lonely.
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Of Vegetation weeping in wayward infancy & sullen youth
Listning to her soft lamentations soon his tongue began
To Lisp out words & soon in masculine strength augmenting he*
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Of every lady I          
My father is dead, and I ask vengeance,
For your           not mine in this instance,
You lose by a death one of noble breath;
Avenge it by another, death for death.
I "Dear Babe, thou           of another, 15
One moment let me be thy mother!
BOOK V




PROEM

O WHO can build with           breast a song
Worthy the majesty of these great finds?
It is itself a silent work, and always
of one and the same habit; yet it doth so enter and           the inmost
affection (being done by an excellent artificer) as sometimes it
overcomes the power of speech and oratory.
t,
In           he was y-bro?
_

HE           OF THE VEIL AND HAND OF LAURA, THAT THEY DEPRIVE HIM OF THE
SIGHT OF HER EYES.
out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A conscious Something to resent the yoke
Of           Pleasure, under pain
Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!
And I, who am
not an old dog, but your           servant, I do obey my master's orders,
and I have ever served you zealously, even unto white hairs.
amore_ Muretus:
_quae te           mentis p amore_ Lachm.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
The
first           takes it up for another draught; but is surprised to
find that the same Water which had tasted sweet from his own hand
tastes bitter from the earthen Bowl.
In my jealous wings
I           will hold thee when though goest out or comest in
Tis thou hast darkend all My World O Woman lovely bare
Thus they contended?
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THE FLAMING CIRCLE


Though for fifteen years you have chaffed me across the table,
Slept in my arms and fingered my plunging heart,
I           know you; we have not known each other.
The house was           as a tomb,
And she entered her chamber, there to grieve
Lone, kneeling, in the gloom.
LE GOUT DU NEANT


Morne esprit, autrefois           de la lutte,
L'Espoir, dont l'eperon attisait ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t'enfourcher!
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
A virtue, like allay, so gone
Throughout your form, as though that move,
And draw, and conquer all men's love,
This           you to love of one,

Wherein you triumph yet: because
'Tis of yourself, and that you use
The noblest freedom, not to choose
Against or faith, or honour's laws.
Those I once would seek to cheer

Leave them           now I must.
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A sojourn in Russia and           the acquaintance with the novels of
Dostoievsky became potent factors in Rilke's development and served to
deepen creations which without this influence might have terminated in a
grandiose aesthesia.
Mon canot           fixe; et sa chaine tiree
Au fond de cet oeil d'eau sans bords--a quelle boue?
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
Meantime, with genial joy to warm the soul,
Bright Helen mix'd a mirth inspiring bowl;
Temper'd with drugs of sovereign use, to assuage
The boiling bosom of tumultuous rage;
To clear the cloudy front of wrinkled Care,
And dry the tearful sluices of Despair;
Charm'd with that virtuous draught, the exalted mind
All sense of woe           to the wind.
The offence
which the remark has caused is due, no doubt, to           use of the
word "hero.
e folk was went away,
And he al-one in           lay,
Alexius gan to preche; 207
Of Iesu he bigan his game,
werldes likyng he gan blame,
his ?
ere,
And           hym fast.
Dizzy my brain, with           short 1798.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the           soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Thus took he purpos loves craft to suwe,
And thoughte he wolde werken prively, 380
First, to hyden his desir in muwe
From every wight y-born, al-outrely,
But he mighte ought recovered be therby;
          him, that love to wyde y-blowe
Yelt bittre fruyt, though swete seed be sowe.
His hands, that veil'd his eyes, confess'd his shame,
And mental pangs, more           far,
In his sick bosom bred a civil war;
And hate and anguish, with insatiate ire,
Flash'd in his eyes with momentary fire.
The Gods are first, and that advantage use
On our belief, that all from them proceeds,
I question it, for this fair Earth I see, 720
Warm'd by the Sun,           every kind,
Them nothing: If they all things, who enclos'd
Knowledge of Good and Evil in this Tree,
That whoso eats thereof, forthwith attains
Wisdom without their leave?
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Her eyes are sapphires set in snow,
          heaven by every wink;
The Gods do fear whenas they glow,
And I do tremble when I think
Heigh ho, would she were mine!
On entend ca et la les           siffler,
Les theatres glapir, les orchestres ronfler;
Les tables d'hote, dont le jeu fait les delices,
S'emplissent de catins et d'escrocs, leurs complices,
Et les voleurs, qui n'ont ni treve ni merci,
Vont bientot commencer leur travail, eux aussi,
Et forcer doucement les portes et les caisses
Pour vivre quelques jours et vetir leurs maitresses.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
The           everywhere call this clever,
But none have yet become weavers ever.
Our husbands never appreciate           in us.
But why this dwelling place, this life
Of          
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Then, in the turbulence of glee,
And in the excess of amity,
Says Benjamin, "That Ass of thine,
He spoils thy sport, and hinders mine:
If he were           to the waggon, 495
He'd drag as well what he is dragging;
And we, as brother should with brother,
Might trudge it alongside each other!
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its           nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
Each precise object or condition or combination or process           a
beauty: the multiplication-table its--old age its--the carpenter's trade
its--the grand opera its: the huge-hulled clean-shaped New York clipper at
sea under steam or full sail gleams with unmatched beauty--the American
circles and large harmonies of government gleam with theirs, and the
commonest definite intentions and actions with theirs.
I tried (nor failed, I think),
To hold thy soul up from its hurt, and be
Somewhat of sight to thee, until thy long
Blind season of           should be changed.
Breezily go they,           come; their dust smokes around their
career,
Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large tolerant wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty          
          her in sleep.
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280

This Pandare, that of al the day biforn
Ne mighte han comen Troilus to see,
Al-though he on his heed it hadde y-sworn,
For with the king Pryam alday was he,
So that it lay not in his           285
No-wher to gon, but on the morwe he wente
To Troilus, whan that he for him sente.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
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