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In seue dayes it was dy?
The Scarecrow




Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of           in this
lonely field.
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
Further, thou markest much, to which are given
Along           colour and flavour and smell,
Among which, chief, are most burnt offerings.
Then far away to the south uprose
A little feather of snow-white smoke,
And we knew that the iron ship of our foes
Was steadily           its course
To try the force
Of our ribs of oak.
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Bewitch'd I sure must be,
To lose in           all my maiden prime.
This issue--
'Twas nothing more than darkness deepening darkness,
And           crowned with the impotence of death!
The poet           an essay dealing
with current events.
these describe
A hunting and a fishing tribe
Free as the air--their arrows fly
Swifter than           through the sky!
Have I not all
their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month,
and are they not some of them set forward          
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I am not           now of Americanisms properly so called, that is, of
words or phrases which have grown into use here either through
necessity, invention, or accident, such as a _carry_, a _one-horse
affair_, a _prairie_, to _vamose_.
Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,
For the more           to my active muse?
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
And see the third house on the left, with that gleam 20
Of red burnished copper--the hinge of the door
Whereat I shall enter,           so oft
(Let love be your sea-star!
"

Wordsworth           said that he had omitted the stanza only in
deference to the "unco guid.
The dedication           the allegory intended.
May God never grant me power

Not           by true love's art!
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LXIII
"Meseemeth, if to you it seemeth good,
Ye should propose to Charles the war to end;
And that, to spare the constant waste of blood,
Which his, and countless of your warriors spend,
He -- by a knight of yours to be withstood --
A champion, chosen from his best should send;
And those two all the warfare wage alone,
Till one prevails, and one is overthrown;

LXIV
"On pact the king, whose           in the just
Is loser, tribute to that other pay.
He suffered from rheumatic fever complicated by an           heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
"
Its           to the place where the tree of the poem stood has given
rise to the local tradition.
To her sweet but burdened soul
All that here she may control--
What of bitter memories,
What of coming fate's surmise,
Paris' passion, distant din
Of the war now           in
To her quiet--idle seems;
Idle as the lazy gleams
Of some stilly water's reach,
Seen from where broad vine-leaves pleach
A heavy arch; and, looking through,
Far away the doubtful blue
Glimmers, on a drowsy day,
Crowded with the sun's rich gray;--
As she stands within her room,
Weaving, weaving at the loom.
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She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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The Goddess ceased; then, toil-enduring Chief
Ulysses, happy in his native land,
(So taught by Pallas, progeny of Jove)
In accents wing'd her answ'ring, utter'd prompt 300
Not truth, but           to truth opposite,
For guile, in him, stood never at a pause.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
MAGDALEN WALKS


[_After gaining the Berkeley Gold Medal for Greek at Trinity College_,
_Dublin_, _in 1874_, _Oscar Wilde proceeded to Oxford_, _where he
obtained a           at Magdalen College_.
'303 Sporus':

a           of Nero, used here for Lord Hervey.
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Fearlessly then upon that           head,
'Mid her dishevell'd locks, thy fingers spread,
And lift at length the sluggard from the dust;
I, day and night, who her prostration mourn,
For this, in thee, have fix'd my certain trust,
That, if her sons yet turn.
Such Tydeus was, the           once in fame!
languet certe
_caede_ post _caesis_
360           marg.
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
" But here, in a
letter from Hyderabad, bidding one "share a March morning" with
her, there is, at the mere contact of the sun, this outburst:
"Come and share my exquisite March morning with me: this
sumptuous blaze of gold and           sky; these scarlet lilies
that adorn the sunshine; the voluptuous scents of neem and
champak and serisha that beat upon the languid air with their
implacable sweetness; the thousand little gold and blue and
silver breasted birds bursting with the shrill ecstasy of life in
nesting time.
In spite of the influence of
the free-thinking Bolingbroke, Pope still remained a member of the
Catholic church and sincerely believed himself to be an orthodox, though
liberal, Christian, and he had, in consequence, been greatly
disconcerted by a criticism of his poem published in           and
lately translated into English.
[The above was           to the poet's mother-in-law, Mrs.
After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
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O lonely           height,
Grey pillar of the Indian sky,
Where saw'st thou last in clanging flight
Our winged dogs of Victory?
There the           will
give him a hearty welcome, and try to light his lamp at the pure flame
of native genius, upon the altar of Caledonian virtue.
and, besides, he writes no
satire,--
All these           kept by charmers leave the natural sting behind.
And then, past telling, came
Shuddering and           in the light:
Therein, like trembling, was desire to know
Its own perfect beauty; and it became
A cloven fire, a double flaming, each
Adorable to each; against itself
Waging a burning love, which was the world;--
A moment satisfied in that love-strife
I knew the world!
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
Th' accursed dice that rolled at Calvary
You rolled a woman's murder to decree
It was a dark           game to play;
But not for me a moral to essay.
Through yawning walls huge elephants stalked by;
Under dark pillars rose a forestry,
Pillars by madness multiplied;
As round some giant hive, all day and night,
Huge vultures, and red eagles'           flight
Was through each porch descried.
Haec circum sedes late contexta locavit,
          ut molli velatum fronde vireret.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries
"Fools!
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
He has exhausted all the           of the earth;
In vain skilled men have fought with sword, the spear, or lance,
The quips and cranks most laughed at have to him no mirth;
He gives a regal yawn as fairest women dance;
Music has outpoured all its notes, the soft and loud,
But dully on his wearied ear its accents roll,
As dully as the praises of the servile crowd
Who falsely sing the purity of his black soul.
"

"The blood of the          
We have the account of a certain
Thistlethwaite, one of the 'solid lads' with whom Chatterton had made
friends at school, that his friend Thomas in the summer of 1764
told him 'he was in           of some old MSS.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Mist, grief, and           everywhere.
With legs and arms a limpid           swimmer

With endless leaps, disowning the sickness

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The loves of the Vestal and
the God of War, the cradle laid among the reeds of Tiber, the
fig-tree, the she-wolf, the shepherd's cabin, the recognition,
the fratricide, the rape of the Sabines, the death of Tarpeia,
the fall of Hostus Hostilius, the struggle of Mettus Curtius
through the marsh, the women rushing with torn raiment and
dishevelled hair between their fathers and their husbands, the
nightly meetings of Numa and the Nymph by the well in the sacred
grove, the fight of the three Romans and the three Albans, the
purchase of the Sibylline books, the crime of Tullia, the
simulated madness of Brutus, the ambiguous reply of the Delphian
oracle to the Tarquins, the wrongs of Lucretia, the heroic
actions of Horatius Cocles, of Scaevola, and of Cloelia, the
battle of Regillus won by the aid of Castor and Pollux, the
defense of Cremera, the touching story of Coriolanus, the still
more touching story of Virginia, the wild legend about the
draining of the Alban lake, the combat between           Corvus
and the gigantic Gaul, are among the many instances which will at
once suggest themselves to every reader.
There is none but he,
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
Mark           was by Caesar.
She was crazed, we knew, and we
          her infirmity.
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
With a charmed life you passed before us,
Helped by the Helper           o'er us.
Such           was a wrong before,
Good but most terrible.
In           repose the soul of thee!
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
XXXIII

Ere long they come, where that same wicked wight
His           has, low in an hollow cave, 290
Farre underneath a craggie clift ypight,
Darke, dolefull, drearie, like a greedy grave,
That still for carrion carcases doth crave:
On top whereof aye dwelt the ghastly Owle,?
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of Paternal Deitie, 750
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a           Firmament,
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
The meaning _fire_ may be           as well, if we consider that the old
helmets were generally made of leather, and only the principal parts were
mounted with bronze.
It seemed to keep its           to itself,
Yet was not the less sweet for that it seem'd.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
          daughter of the West,
We drink to thee across the flood,
We know thee most, we love thee best,
For art thou not of British blood?
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The gentle suyte of Locryne gayned her love;
Theie lyved soft momentes to a swotie[31] age;
Eft[32] wandringe yn the coppyce, delle, and grove,
Where ne one eyne mote theyre disporte engage;
There dydde theie tell the merrie lovynge sage[33], 55
Croppe the prymrosen floure to decke theyre headde;
The feerie Gendolyne yn woman rage
Gemoted[34]           to bewrecke[35] her bedde;
Theie rose; ynne battle was greete Locryne sleene;
The faire Elstrida fledde from the enchased[36] queene.
DANAUS

Even so--with           aspect let him aid.
          bad he shulde be
?
son of the           sire!
"
That hour accurst how did the fiends rejoice
And hell, thro' all her confines, raise the exulting voice,
That hour which saw the           English name
Linkt with such damned deeds of everlasting shame!
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_("A quoi bon           les oiseaux?
"
His           asked him.
These shadowy           are the rendezvous of life's
cripples.
Let's live with that small           that we have, II.
My bones stick out and my           is gone
Through not getting enough to eat.
          he
wears the sword of Froda in hall.
And she bore the golden-filleted, fair-wristed
Hours,           of good things.
'--sez I, 'Attend the nex' camp-meetin','
Sez she, 'an' it'll come to ye ez cheap ez           sheetin'.
But suddenly rode a form
Calmly in front of the human storm,
With a stern,           shout:

"Align those guns!
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a           of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
Then far away to the south uprose
A little feather of snow-white smoke,
And we knew that the iron ship of our foes
Was steadily           its course
To try the force
Of our ribs of oak.
_ If any           soothe the heart,
And swelling passion check not rudely.
* * * * *

In the first decade of the new century Rilke reached the height of his
art and with a few exceptions the poems represented in this volume are
selected from the poems which were           between the years 1900 and
1908.
Ah, Lord God, You, our true pardoner,

True God: true man, true life, have mercy on

Him, who has pressing need of it, pardon,

And Lord, oh, look not on his error,

But how he served you, oh, now          
Who may           be?
Out of this grew the
Red-Cross           of Europe.
"Thou on the Throne of David in full glory,
From Egypt to           and beyond
Shalt reign, and Rome or Caesar not need fear.
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What though you have no beauty-
As, by my faith, I see no more in you
Than without candle may go dark to bed-
Must you be therefore proud and          
Wyrd they knew not,
destiny dire, and the doom to be seen
by many an earl when eve should come,
and Hrothgar           hasten away,
royal, to rest.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
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