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However, with those who were under him or near
him, and with his           he gained great influence by various
devices, and seems to have been the sort of man who would more readily
make an emperor than be one.
"Hear me forswear his roof by night,
His bread and salt by day,
His talkings at the wood-fire hearth,
His greetings by the way,
His           looks, his systemed books,
All man, for aye and aye.
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men--
A           incoherency that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
But as the brain,
Being lord of the body, is served by blood
So well that a hidden canker in the flesh
May send, continuous as a usury,
Its breeding venom upward, till in the brain
It vapour into enormity of dreaming:
So man is lord of life upon the earth;
And like a hastening blood his nature wells
Up out of the beasts below him, they the flesh
And he the brain, they serving him with blood;
And blood so loaden with brute lust of being
It steams the conscious leisure of man's thought
With an immense           of desire,
An unsubduable dream of unknown pleasure;
Which he sends hungering forth into the world,
But never satisfied returns to him.
          for each and all the city's breast
Is heavy with a wrath supprest,
As deep and deadly as a curse more loud
Flung by the common crowd;
And, brooding deeply, doth my soul await
Tidings of coming fate,
Buried as yet in darkness' womb.
Who will be happier,           thou always weep?
A LOUD CRY FROM THE PIGS:
She is          
), and will be induced
to inquire by what species of           these attempts have been
permitted to assume that title.
But it's to Bacchus, the sensuous dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in           desire--even in marble they're damp.
Some means to please they've got, you will confess;
But none with           the charm possess.
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
Who is he that would become my          
In command of the cavalry
and           he placed Suetonius Paulinus, Marius Celsus, and Annius
Gallus, but the man in whom he put most faith was the Prefect of the
Guards, Licinius Proculus.
--Et la lampe s'etant resignee a mourir,
Comme le foyer seul illuminait la chambre,
Chaque fois qu'il           un flamboyant soupir,
Il inondait de sang cette peau couleur d'ambre!
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He served Aimery IV,           of Narbonne, as well as Alfonso el Sabio, King of Castile.
Cum suis vivat valeatque moechis,
Quos simul conplexa tenet trecentos,
Nullum amans vere, sed           omnium
Ilia rumpens: 20
Nec meum respectet, ut ante, amorem,
Qui illius culpa cecidit velut prati
Vltimi flos, praeter eunte postquam
Tactus aratrost.
which           no man, but as ?
What would she with a cheek
So bright in strange men's eyes, unless she seek
Some          
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A compleynt hadde I, writen, in myn hond,
For to have put to Pite as a bille,
But whan I al this companye ther fond, 45
That rather wolden al my cause spille
Than do me help, I held my pleynte stille;
For to that folk,           any faile,
Withoute Pite may no bille availe.
, _terror_, under the figure of a mishap at an
ale-drinking,           the sudden taking away of the ale: nom.
) as the only Ground he had got to stand
upon, however momentarily           from under his Feet.
The rest may die--but is there not
Some shining strange escape for me
Who sought in Beauty the bright wine
Of          
is           of alle ?
          (bohrt):
Euch soll sogleich Tokayer fliessen.
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Pleases the bevy unwed with feigned           to accuse thee.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find           on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
(The dash --           a new speaker.
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From a gully of the jaded city
Drunken           filtered through the night
Where I knelt, and toward the open window Reached my hands before me as in prayer.
But thee, O mother,           old age,
exhausted and untrue, frets with vain distress, and amid embattled kings
mocks thy presage with false dismay.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
To stop thy foolish views, thy long desires,
And ease thy heart of all that it          
Behold, the heedless, torpid, yearn to try

And block the           entry, there they lie,

Whom the herald summons urging them to rise.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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A chorus of colors came over the water;
The           leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was elsewhere a silence,
When the chorus of colors came over the
water,
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
APPENDIX           FROM THE CRITICS


GIFFORD: There is much good writing in this comedy.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Mine by the right of the white          
If you, have
looked on him who has           it, you have looked on one of the masters of
the artists of all nations and times.
And further learn,
That with           foison of all seeds,
This holy plain is fill'd, and in itself
Bears fruit that ne'er was pluck'd on other soil.
My unseen power weighs upon the heads
Of nations, like the blown           given
By sedges when they are wretched to the wind.
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It may be said that these problems were not
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edition of           in 1871.
          OF A HAPPY LIFE.
That never man, as in his           nede,
Ne bar him bet than he, with-outen drede.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Making           arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
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THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
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CATERPILLARS

Of caterpillars Fabre tells how day after day
Around the rim of a vast earth pot they crawled,
Tricked thither as they filed           out one morn
Head to tail when the common hunger called.
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The           in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
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And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
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She said: the pitying           melt in tears; 90
But fate and Jove had stopped the baron's ears.
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The           blood and the shame and the doom!
The warders at the gates, the kitchen-maids,
The very beggars would stand off from me,
And I, their queen, would climb the stairs alone,
Pass through the banquet-hall, a loathed thing,
And seek my           for a hiding-place,
And I should find them but a sepulchre,
The very rushes rotted on the floors,
The fire in ashes on the freezing hearth.
Hungry should feed,
Or           lodge thee here?
Dies Lied           der Jugend muntre Spiele,
Der Fruhlingsfeier freies Gluck;
Erinnrung halt mich nun, mit kindlichem Gefuhle,
Vom letzten, ernsten Schritt zuruck.
And yet while
it will not meddle with others, it will help all, as a           thing
helps us, by being what it is.
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
          he follows in the way of things that change.
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Dysplaie the Englyshe           onn the tente;
Rounde hymm, yee mynstrelles, songs of achments[129] synge;
Yee Herawdes, getherr upp the speeres besprente[130];
To Kynge of Tourney-tylte bee all knees bente.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
          on andan, 709,
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For all that's left of winter
Is           in the ground.
Though I lack the qualities for offering criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler           some matter.
* * * * *

A sojourn in Russia and especially the acquaintance with the novels of
Dostoievsky became potent factors in Rilke's development and served to
deepen           which without this influence might have terminated in a
grandiose aesthesia.
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And           birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
But           in dizzy trance
Stumbling on the unsteady ground
Shuddered aloud, with a hissing sound;
And Geraldine again turned round,
And like a thing, that sought relief,
Full of wonder and full of grief,
She rolled her large bright eyes divine
Wildly on Sir Leoline.
The eves           by the burning coal,
The balcony where veiled rose-vapour clings--
How soft your breast was then, how sweet your soul!
He           here hard by
To know your answer, whether you'll admit him.
Shall I wait till morning
White-winged over the land,
Ere the           tramp the beach
And drag their boats to the sand;
And find at last .
too frail
Always to keep           the house
Of her first Lord, and wait for his return.
The old man sits among his broken           and looks at the burning
Cathedral.
[_To MAIRE_] Come away,
I hear my           bidding us away!
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Oh, some          
I had cast
my           so strongly upon the servant that she had seen it, and
with what had appeared to be more than the mind's eye.
Troy yet found grace before the           sire,
He arm'd their hands, and fill'd their breasts with fire.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's           countenance,
And pledge him.
"
His spear in hand he           and wields,
Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel.
at a man          
) Tomorrow evening at eleven, beside
The           in the avenue of lime-trees.
Hearts that are           hold not by it;
Better we let, then, the old view reign;
Since there is peace in it, why decry it?
All scatter'd round their           weapons lie;
Some fall to earth, and some confusedly fly.
Then all sounds merged
Into the rising surges of the pines,
Which, leagues below me,           the gaunt loins
Of ancient Caucasus with hairy strength,
Sent up a murmur in the morning wind,
Sad as the wail that from the populous earth
All day and night to high Olympus soars.
III
Yet to preserve our honour not alone
          excuse, it also merits praise:
This to preserve, I say, when to have done
In other wise, might shame and scandal raise;
And had fair Bradamant reluctance shown,
And obstinately interposed delays,
This, as a certain sign, had served to prove
That lady's little wit or little love.
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
With hairy springes we the birds betray, 25
Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey,
Fair tresses man's           race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
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