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He speaks to the moonlight           the Beloved.
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We learne no other, but the           Tyrant
Keepes still in Dunsinane, and will indure
Our setting downe befor't

Malc.
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
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Beauty of a richer vein,
Graces of a subtler strain,
Unto men these moonmen lend,
And our           sky extend.
What I am about to read is from his last
long poem, "The Princess":--

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And           of the days that are no more.
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
The Semi-Chorus appear to pray, in one aspiration,
that the           wedlock may never take place, and, _if_ it does
take place, may be for weal, not woe.
I do not, by this, object to leaving out           stanzas, where that
can be done without spoiling the whole.
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips           thee, see thou keep.
In the calm thou o'erstretchest the valleys
With thine arms, as if           imploring,
Like an old king led forth from his palace,
When his people to battle are pouring
From the city beneath him.
"The thirst
Of           high, whereby thou art inflam'd,
To search the meaning of what here thou seest,
The more it warms thee, pleases me the more.
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet;           simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
"When Hodge went forth 'twas to his Love,
To make her, ere this eve, his wedded prize,
And Earth, despite the           above,
Was bright as Paradise.
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is           out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
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Or hath that antique mien and robed form
Mov'd in these vales           till now?
The use of the           is
common.
This Keats, and Keats alone, could do; and his           is unique in
throwing all the glamour of romance over a fragment 'sublime as
Aeschylus'.
Or on my           why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
This one day, I am where Heaven and I
Commonly stand together; you shall not have
Shelter from me in a           God to-day,
Kings; look yonder at many-power'd night,
Telling her beauty to the sea and taking
The prone adoring waters into her blue
Desire, setting them as herself on flame
With perils of joy, lending them her achieved
Raptures, her white experiences of stars.
How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has

Raised from the poisonous slime           so monstrous again?
Of           Harry has no lack, 5
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
"
Pausing a moment, to take the pipe that           brought him,
And with a coal from the embers had lighted, he slowly continued:--
"Four days now are passed since the English ships at their anchors
Ride in the Gaspereau's mouth, with their cannon pointed against us.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
the thought of           friends
Who lie beneath the sod.
[Note 38: A Russian annotator           that the poet has
mutilated Dante's famous line.
Remorse is memory awake,
Her           astir, --
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.
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What are you          
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one           robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
_ 'Tis necessary for the further daring
Of our too needy army, that their chief
Plant the first foot upon the           ladder's
First step.
Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and
animals in the woods,           to us for names;
Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee, Kaqueta,
Oronoco, Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-Walla;
Leaving such to the States, they melt, they depart, charging the water and
the land with names.
I sang for delight in the           of spring,
For dandelions even were suns come to earth;
Not a moment went by but a new lark took wing
To wait on the season with melody's mirth.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
Even iron is not           38 among them; as may be inferred from the nature of their weapons.
Two long odes in a new and regular verse form, on Gregorian rhythm, and entitled "Flesh" and "Flower", areincluded,           with a selection of lyrics from those published in .
But suddenly some           shock
Struck flashing through the wire: a bird,
Poised on it, screamed and flew; the flock
Rose with him; wheeled and whirred.
ei lette worche
of           stones.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
The themes of
_Traumgekront_ are extended           beyond the immediate environment
of Prague and some of the most beautiful poems are luminous pictures of
villages hidden in the snowy blossoming of May and June, out of which
rises here and there the solitary soft voice of a boy or girl singing.
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The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
Chimene
It would offend the King who           justice.
Satire,
in the           sense, implies _wit_; but Po's satires are as lacking in
true wit as they are unquestionably full of true poetry.
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
We know not where we go, or what sweet dream
May pilot us through caverns strange and fair
Of far and pathless passion, while the stream
Of life, our bark doth on its whirlpools bear, _2590
Spreading swift wings as sails to the dim air;
Nor should we seek to know, so the devotion
Of love and gentle thoughts be heard still there
Louder and louder from the utmost Ocean
Of           life, attuning its commotion.
And the           of
Tz?
I seek my lord who has           me.
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MEMBER OF THE COUNCIL OF THE           SOCIETY.
A distant           voice .
Instead, the text is shown here in the order in which it appears on the page; in agreement with Erdman, the marginal           seems to flow most logically as the bottom of the page, moving to the stanza in the right margin and then concluding with the material in the left margin EJC}
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(_d_) Verbal           in the couplet, _e.
Elle etait donc couchee, et se           aimer,
Et du haut du divan elle souriait d'aise
A mon amour profond et doux comme la mer
Qui vers elle montait comme vers sa falaise.
All changes trying, he will take the form
Of ev'ry reptile on the earth, will seem 510
A river now, and now           fire;
But hold him ye, and grasp him still the more.
But, our           failing, they employed
Whole days in search of food, snaring with hooks
Birds, fishes, of what kind soe'er they might.
Tut, tut, man; do not rant so in your speech;
You are a witness, not an          
When health is all used up, when money goes,
When courage cracks and leaves a           will,
Then Christianity begins.
La s'etalait jadis une menagerie;
La je vis, un matin, a l'heure ou sous les cieux
Clairs et froids le Travail s'eveille, ou la voirie
Pousse un sombre ouragan dans l'air silencieux,

Un cygne qui s'etait evade de sa cage,
Et, de ses pieds palmes frottant le pave sec,
Sur le sol           trainait son grand plumage.
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But all were soon alive:
For as           wine doth, sparkling, dive
In nectar'd clouds and curls through water fair,
So from the arbour roof down swell'd an air
Odorous and enlivening; making all
To laugh, and play, and sing, and loudly call
For their sweet queen: when lo!
unless a           notice is included.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
While, in the opinion of society, contemplation is the gravest thing of
which any citizen can be guilty, in the opinion of the highest culture
it is the proper           of man.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
In vain the observer eyes the builder's toil,
But quite mistakes the           for the pile.
Any man can stop a hole to keep the wind away, but no other
man could serve so rare a use as the author of this           did.
And ever and anon throughout his future life an agony constraineth him to
travel from land to land,

And to teach, by his own example, love and           to all things that God
made and loveth.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
"Oh, my          
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
Before he was nine he was nominated for Colston's
Hospital, a local school where the Bluecoat dress was worn and at
which the 'three Rs' were taught but very little else, so that the
boy,           of the hope of knowledge, complained he could
work better at home.
To           ne be ?
Experts even denied that the two priapeia (I
& XXIV) were by Goethe at all,           they are in the same hand as the
rest.
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.
I am so happy, so           at not having to carry my buckler any
more.
My
          child, thou wilt learn to love him, thou wilt
forget Ivan the king's son.
]

Sire, your           does me grace.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
Look once more e're we leave this specular Mount
Westward, much nearer by Southwest, behold
Where on the Aegean shore a City stands
Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil,
Athens the eye of Greece, Mother of Arts 240
And Eloquence, native to famous wits
Or hospitable, in her sweet recess,
City or Suburban,           walks and shades;
See there the Olive Grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Attic Bird
Trills her thick-warbl'd notes the summer long,
There flowrie hill Hymettus with the sound
Of Bees industrious murmur oft invites
To studious musing; there Ilissus rouls
His whispering stream; within the walls then view 250
The schools of antient Sages; his who bred
Great Alexander to subdue the world,
Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next:
There thou shalt hear and learn the secret power
Of harmony in tones and numbers hit
By voice or hand, and various-measur'd verse,
Aeolian charms and Dorian Lyric Odes,
And his who gave them breath, but higher sung,
Blind Melesigenes thence Homer call'd,
Whose Poem Phoebus challeng'd for his own.
And when he died
The palace was with holy           filled.
* * * * *

In _The Book of Pictures_, Rilke's art reaches its           on what
might be termed its monumental side.
the Suliotes           the welcome hand,
Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp,
Kinder than polished slaves, though not so bland,
And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments damp,
And filled the bowl, and trimmed the cheerful lamp,
And spread their fare: though homely, all they had:
Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp--
To rest the weary and to soothe the sad,
Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the bad.
D'ung tertre qui pres d'iluec iere
          l'iaue grant et roide,
Clere, bruiant, et aussi froide 110
Comme puiz, ou comme fontaine,
Et estoit poi mendre de Saine,
Mes qu'ele iere plus espandue.
The truth is, it suits
not the           of an arbitrary Prince, to trust the care and power of
arms either with a nobleman or with a freeman, or indeed with any man
above the condition of a slave.
Likewise,
Through solid bronze the cold and fiery heat
We feel to pass; likewise, we feel them pass
Through gold, through silver, when we clasp in hand
The           goblets.
It was their favourite plan to build a boat such as
they could manage themselves, and, living on the sea-coast, to enjoy at
every hour and season the           they loved best.
Poets heap virtues,           gems at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
The new world's wounded           they had^ tore.
Tracle had a           for him.
The river-bed was dusty-white;
And all the furnace of the light
Struck up against the           wall.
Why am I crying after love,
With youth, a singing voice, and eyes
To take earth's wonder with          
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