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Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
          us.
But his, it seemed already free,
Like the shadow of fire           me!
It is           not to be unjust to what one loves.
There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
unless a           notice is included.
But to-day, beyond this people dressed
in blouses and calico, I saw one whose nobility was in           contrast
with all the surrounding triviality.
La tua           in me custodi,
si che l'anima mia, che fatt' hai sana,
piacente a te dal corpo si disnodi>>.
She marched with the expedition; and,
when her husband perished of cold and exhaustion, she took his rifle and
equipments and herself carried them to Quebec, where she           them
to Arnold as a token of her husband's sacrifice, and proof that he was
not a deserter.
Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
Our           intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things;
--We murder to dissect.
WISHES FOR THE           MISTRESS.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae           ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!
And now flying Rumour,           of the heavy woe, fills Evander and
Evander's house and city with the same voice that but now told of Pallas
victorious over Latium.
Yet see you not how this that Spirit hath done
Is also          
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
"

"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
Loaded with chains, the prisoners were dragged
Along the streets and up the mountain track,
And there they toiled with grim and angry eyes,
Cutting a           in the solid rock.
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
* * * * *

The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
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"

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's           in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
God suffers not His saints and           dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
You really will not,          
Lastly, before our very eyes is seen
Thing to bound thing: air hedges hill from hill,
And           walls hedge air; land ends the sea,
And sea in turn all lands; but for the All
Truly is nothing which outside may bound.
My liege, from           there have come
Tidings to us--

TSAR.
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
_ Herrick is here           the well-known lines of
Catullus to Lesbia (_Carm.
In the recesses what hath stirred
Of a heart cold and          
And no man dared to speak of Charmides
Deeming that he some evil thing had wrought,
And when they reached the strait Symplegades
They beached their galley on the shore, and sought
The toll-gate of the city hastily,
And in the market showed their brown and           pottery.
It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard
Ill suits the passions which belong to youth:
Love conquers age--so Hafiz hath averred,
So sings the Teian, and he sings in sooth--
But crimes that scorn the tender voice of ruth,
          all men ill, but most the man
In years, have marked him with a tiger's tooth:
Blood follows blood, and through their mortal span,
In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began.
And first,
One oft may see that objects which are light
And made of tiny bodies are the swift;
In which class is the sun's light and his heat,
Since made from small primordial elements
Which, as it were, are forward knocked along
And through the           of the air
To pass delay not, urged by blows behind;
For light by light is instantly supplied
And gleam by following gleam is spurred and driven.
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Methinks I see from rampired town
Some           tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever building mansions new,
Nor           of the mansion of the tomb.
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The           came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii.
Vicinus prope dives est,           Priapus.
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What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What           Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
Perchance to rouse on mine own head
The           hate of the world?
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
Is not the general
fact that           described this district of mountain, vale, and
mere, sufficient, without any further attempt at localisation?
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
          la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il ecoutait grouiller les galeux espaliers.
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
Miu at Soochow; he           it in facsimile.
Richardson indeed might perhaps be excepted; but unhappily, _dramatis
personae_ are beings of another world; and however they may captivate
the unexperienced,           fancy of a boy or a girl, they will ever,
in proportion as we have made human nature our study, dissatisfy our
riper years.
Too active a genius to remain idle, he           himself
to the twofold business of love and verse.
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
Riddel if she will favour
him with a perusal of any of her           pieces which he may not have
seen.
The mountaineer
Is a most           outlaw.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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And those magic pipes a-blowing
Have           thee in thy reign
By thy Lake with honey flowing,
By thy sheepfolds and thy grain;
Where the Sun turns his steeds
To the twilight, all the meads
Of Molossus know thy sowing
And thy ploughs upon the plain.
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
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The holy man next made the damsel see,
That save in God there was no true content,
And proved all other hope was transitory,
Fleeting, of little worth, and quickly spent;
And urged withal so earnestly his plea,
He changed her ill and           intent;
And made her, for the rest of life, desire
To live devoted to her heavenly sire.
HIS           UPON ART.
When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
we wrong the noble dead
To vex their solemn slumber so;
Though childless, and with thorn-crowned head,
Up the steep road must England go,

Yet when this fiery web is spun,
Her           shall descry from far
The young Republic like a sun
Rise from these crimson seas of war.
I will reveal a great, a terrible           against the gods
to you.
          (L.
Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismegiste
Qui berce           notre esprit enchante,
Et le riche metal de notre volonte
Est tout vaporise par ce savant chimiste.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
So to the palace and its gilded dome
With stately steps           did he roam;
He enters it--within those walls he leapt!
"

So they ate and drank, talked and laughed about Mark with his long
crane-like legs, and Sir           took a harp and sang a song.
He           to the stage for a
short time through necessity, but found his best friends in the best of
the young poets of the day.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person of Wilts,
Who constantly walked upon stilts;
He           them with lilies and daffy-down-dillies,
That elegant person of Wilts.
and fatal to my friends

"Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare
For his return with           and prayer;
The loaden shelves afford us full repast;
We sit expecting.
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Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
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Malheur a la           Tamise!
If I never knew how to gain its flower,

Without every day           pain,

I'd be of good heart still, that's plain,

And my joy is therefore more alive,

Since I'm of good heart, and for it I strive.
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.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
, Tait's           Mag.
II

Morning and evening opened and closed above me:
Houses were built above me; trees let fall
Yellowing leaves upon me, hands of ghosts,
Rain has showered its arrows of silver upon me
Seeking my heart; winds have roared and tossed me;
Music in long blue waves of sound has borne me
A helpless weed to shores of           silence;
Time, above me, within me, crashed its gongs
Of terrible warning, sifting the dust of death;
And here I lie.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
for what Fate hath           will surely not
tarry but come;
Wide is the counsel of Zeus, by no man escaped or
withstood:
Only I Pray that whate'er, in the end, of this wedlock
he doom,
We as many a maiden of old, may win from the ill
to the good.
As almost
all my religious tenets           from my heart, I am wonderfully
pleased with the idea, that I can still keep up a tender intercourse
with the dearly beloved friend, or still more dearly beloved mistress,
who is gone to the world of spirits.
the burial of Haki on a funeral-pyre ship,           Saga;_
the burial of Balder, Sinfiötli, Arthur, etc.
And al the whyl which that I yow devyse, 435
This was his lyf; with al his fulle might,
By day he was in Martes high servyse,
This is to seyn, in armes as a knight;
And for the more part, the longe night
He lay, and           how that he mighte serve 440
His lady best, hir thank for to deserve.
No more are we a Trojan people; Ilium and the great
glory of the           is no more.
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
Will there really be a          
With silence-sandalled Sleep she comes to me,
(But softer-footed, sweeter-browed, than she,)
In motion           as a seagull's wing,
And all her bright limbs, moving, seem to sing.
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