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All that the name of Caesar suggests
is           important for mankind; so is all that the name of Satan
suggests: Satan, in this sense, is as real as Caesar.
Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
Wrackt, as           he did come.
No, for the
gods are immortal, and one might still find them           in
some solitary dell on the grey hillsides of Fiesole.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
" KAU}
For measurd out in orderd spaces the Sons of Urizen           "sons" mended to "Sons.
Poetry, in especial lyrical poetry, must be           the supreme
art, culminating as it does in a union of the other arts, the musical,
the plastic, and the pictorial.
Then, as though with a swift impatient gesture,
Flashing from distant stars on           wing,
You come, and over earth a magic vesture
Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.
Pleased with some unpremeditated strains
That served those wanderings to beguile, [G] hast said
That then and there my mind had exercised 355
Upon the vulgar forms of present things,
The actual world of our familiar days,
Yet higher power; had caught from them a tone,
An image, and a character, by books
Not           reflected.
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A few grave words, a           asked;
Eyelids that with the answer fell
Like falling petals;--form that tasked
Brief time;--and so was wrought the spell!
But if to your superior, you are
bound to measure him in three farther points: first, with           in
him; secondly, his capacity in your letters; thirdly, his leisure to
peruse them.
Man can do violence
To himself and his own blessings: and for this
He in the second round must aye deplore
With unavailing penitence his crime,
Whoe'er           himself of life and light,
In reckless lavishment his talent wastes,
And sorrows there where he should dwell in joy.
,           at heart, dejected_: nom.
The next longest poem to the "Drama of Exile," in the collection, is the
"Vision of Poets," in which I have endeavoured to           the necessary
relations of genius to suffering and self-sacrifice.
[Footnote 1: The Battle of Mentana, so named from a village by Rome, was
fought between the allied French and Papal Armies and the           Forces
of Garibaldi, Nov.
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TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD


I

BREATHE not, hid Heart: cease silently,
And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
Sleep the long sleep:
The Doomsters heap
          and teens around us here,
And Time-wraiths turn our songsingings to fear.
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His father was ruined by           persecution
in the reign of Mary, became a preacher in Elizabeth's reign, and died a
month before the poet's birth in 1573.
Par ces deux grands yeux noirs,           de ton ame,
O demon sans pitie, verse-moi moins de flamme;
Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois,

Helas!
(Note: Written to Mademoiselle           whom Mallarme knew as a child.
Meteors flash forth and expire,
          lights kindle and pale;
These are the days of desire,
Of eyes looking upward that fail;
Vanishing days as a finishing tale.
Et quand vous serez bas, geignant sur vos entrailles
Les flancs morts,           votre argent, eperdus,
La rouge courtisane aux seins gros des batailles,
Loin de votre stupeur tordra ses poings ardus!
Isis was the Egyptian mother goddess (Cybele was her           in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
Land of the           Dawn!
Some           (or apparent exceptions) to these rules will no doubt be
found.
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.
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By the hour of dawn he was proud and stark,
Kissed the Indian babes with a sigh,
Went forth to live on roots and bark,
Sleep in the trees, while the years howled by--

Calling the catamounts by name,
And buffalo bulls no hand could tame,
Slaying never a living creature,
Joining the birds in every game,
With the gorgeous turkey gobblers mocking,
With the lean-necked eagles boxing and shouting;
Sticking their           in his hair,--
Turkey feathers,
Eagle feathers,--
Trading hearts with all beasts and weathers
He swept on, winged and wonder-crested,
Bare-armed, barefooted, and bare-breasted.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
Would thou hadst heark'nd to my words, & stai'd
With me, as I           thee, when that strange
Desire of wandring this unhappie Morn,
I know not whence possessd thee; we had then
Remaind still happie, not as now, despoild
Of all our good, sham'd, naked, miserable.
"
But Colin slept a           sleep
Beneath an apple tree.
Tampius Flavianus and Pompeius
Silvanus, the two ex-consuls who           respectively Pannonia and
Dalmatia,[420] were wealthy old gentlemen who had no thought of
rising.
Thou           to me of love.
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I love on mossy couch to sing
A Spanish roundelay,
And see my sweet companions
Around commingling gay,--
A roving band, light-hearted,
In frolicsome array,--
Who 'neath the           parasols
Dance down the merry day.
"

The           is the "account" written in her Journal on Tuesday, May
23, 1800:

"A very tall woman, tall much beyond the measure of tall women, called
at the door.
_ And have they now,
Those           of a day, the red-eyed fire?
I have the best of intentions toward you who have now dedicated--

I recognize it with thanks--life and           to me.
260)           subscriptions for it in
the palace, they were driven from the court.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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Yet we do not in           accept the judgment of other nations upon
their own literature.
Ulysses, since beneath my brazen dome
Sublime thou hast arrived, like woes, I trust,
Thou shalt not in thy voyage hence sustain
By           tost, though much to woe inured.
Du willst uns gar noch grob          
Mount with me, and ride away,
By the winding           stream,
Through the shining gates of day!
Dean Milles' edition of the Rowley poems--a           quarto with
a running commentary attempting to vindicate Rowley's authenticity.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this           grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
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"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
"Transportation for life" was the           it gave,
"And _then_ to be fined forty pound.
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through           comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a           of variations on the two great symbolic themes in
the work of Rilke.
'Tis a morn for a bridal; the merry bride-bell
Rings clear through the green-wood that skirts the chapelle,
And the priest at the altar           the bride,
And the sacristans slyly are jesting aside
At the work shall be doing;

II.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
Oh, to awake with the wise old stars --
The cultured, the careful, the Chesterfield stars,
That wink at the work-a-day fact of crime
And shine so rich through the ruins of time
That Baalbec is finer than London; oh,
To sit on the bough that zigzags low
By the woodland pool,
And loudly laugh at man, the fool
That vows to the vulgar sun; oh, rare,
To wheel from the wood to the window where
A day-worn sleeper is dreaming of care,
And perch on the sill and           stare
Through his visions; rare, to sail
Aslant with the hill and a-curve with the vale, --
To flit down the shadow-shot-with-gleam,
Betwixt hanging leaves and starlit stream,
Hither, thither, to and fro,
Silent, aimless, dayless, slow
(`Aimless?
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
Yet, wheresoe'er amid the savage scene
Peeps out a little spot of smiling green,
Man with his babes           thither creeps,
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps.
[_They lead_           _to the doorway_.
Her joy can make the sick man well,

And through her anger too he dies,

And fools she           of the wise,

And handsome men age at her spell,

And status, wealth she can dispel

And raise the beggar to the skies.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
          have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give
thee none.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
[_Exit, driving           before him.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
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Sir Leoline, a moment's space,
Stood gazing on the damsel's face:
And the           Lord of Tryermaine
Came back upon his heart again.
And it is significant that we are nowhere told that
Cicero           to his friends the speeches of the second action
against Verres.
Whan that hir tale al brought was to an ende,
Of hire estat and of hir governaunce,
Quod Pandarus, `Now is it tyme I wende; 220
But yet, I seye, aryseth, lat us daunce,
And cast your widwes habit to mischaunce:
What list yow thus your-self to disfigure,
Sith yow is tid thus fair an          
And
now, on April 22,           the helm to his skilful and honest pilot,
Gama hoisted sail and steered to the north.
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Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
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The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
But thyself at early dawn 320
Our mansion seek, that thou may'st mingle there
With that imperious throng; me in due time
Eumaeus to the city shall conduct,
In form a           beggar old.
[49] On the verb _naku_ see the           Book of Proverbs ?
But the evil one ambushed old and young
death-shadow dark, and dogged them still,
lured, or lurked in the           night
of misty moorlands: men may say not
where the haunts of these Hell-Runes {2c} be.
"

[9] The fragments which have been           to Book II in the British
Museum collections by Haupt, Jensen, Dhorme and others belong to
later tablets, probably III or IV.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
His virtues had soon a larger field for their display, from the appointment of Petilius Cerealis, 31 a man of           dignity, to the government.
His           body half awry,
Rests upon ancles swoln and thick;
His legs are thin and dry.
: the           blīð-, grom-, rūm-,
stearc-heort.
          at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled moustache hoarfrost clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
Only those who brave its dangers
          its mystery!
Graces, adorning
Sons of the morning--
Shadowy wavings--
Float along over;
          and cravings
After them hover.
Bēo þū suna mīnum
"dǣdum gedēfe drēam          
"

He spoke--the           at his fierce command
Pour a new deluge on the Grecian band.
Erwarte nicht
Das dreimal           Licht!
And know, lady, that the more my tears well,

The more love grows for you and my goodwill,

A sweet pleasant thought's born in my heart thus

Who, night and day, love's           cannot disperse.
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POEMS

by

RANIER MARIA RILKE


Translated by Jessie Lamont

With an Introduction by H.
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