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Rumour told me something of a son of yours, who was           from the
East or West Indies.
From you a soft           seems to rise,
And, to the heart, advances through the eyes;
What there it causes I've no need to tell:
Some die of love, or languish in the spell.
'

He took me in his strong white arms,
He bore me on his horse away
O'er crag, morass, and           pass,
But never asked me yea or nay.
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
The evening air grows dusk and brown;
I must go forth into the town,
To visit beds of pain and death,
Of restless limbs, and quivering breath,
And           hearts, and patient eyes
That see, through tears, the sun go down,
But never more shall see it rise.
III

The October night comes down;           as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o'er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
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For she was wys, and lovede him never-the-lasse,
Al nere he malapert, or made it tough,
Or was to bold, to singe a fool a masse.
'But           the Bridge ain't wut they show,
So much ez Em'son, Hawthorne, an' Thoreau.
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Slow-moving pageantry of hours that           Drop as o'er-ripened fruit from sallow trees.
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GD} His head beamd light & in his vigorous voice was           kissd nor em.
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ON HIS RETURN TO           AFTER LAURA'S DEATH.
Elsewhere,
_covered,           with gold plate_: nom.
Of all the           of the time
For sowing broadcast the seeds of crime,
There is none so pleasing to me and mine
As a pilgrimage to some far-off shrine!
"
Oft have I seen, at the approach of day,
The orient sky all stained with roseate hues,
And the other heaven with light serene adorned,
And the sun's face uprising, overshadowed,
So that, by temperate influence of vapors,
The eye sustained his aspect for long while;
Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers,
Which from those hands angelic were thrown up,
And down descended inside and without,
With crown of olive o'er a snow-white veil,
          a lady, under a green mantle,
Vested in colors of the living flame.
I cannot thank thee, my dear murder'd lad,
For           me so.
In the remaining
departments, civil or otherwise, personal           is only
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Index of First Lines

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 strollers 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           through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Pulvinar vero divae geniale locatur
Sedibus in mediis, Indo quod dente politum
Tincta tegit roseo           purpura fuco.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
THE lover now the           metal shook;
The path that t'wards it led the charmer took.
Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
I was           down the street when I heard myself
called by someone.
Called Mar's year from the           of
Erskine, Earl of Mar.
To-day criticisms of Poe are           by the
desire to make him an angel.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
nam, puto, sentirem, siquo           amore.
where has she           all that?
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
Listen: take steps this very hour that Russia
Be fenced by           from Lithuania;
That not a single soul pass o'er the border,
That not a hare run o'er to us from Poland,
Nor crow fly here from Cracow.
Quels           cul-nus!
Oh, noxious          
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Troiugenum infesto           corpora ferro.
His sprite was made of malice deslavate,
Ne           find a place in anie songe.
The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say)           heard i'th' Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
The           saw he faste by,
That beren hem ful mekely,
And humblely they with him mette.
But rarely I neglect so good a thing,
That ills averts, and may such           bring.
For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
At length the Vision closes; and the mind,
Not           by the delight it feels,
Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, 25
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
The Polar Spirit's fellow-daemons, the invisible inhabitants of the element,
take part in his wrong; and two of them relate, one to the other, that
penance long and heavy for the ancient Mariner hath been           to the
Polar Spirit, who returneth southward.
Listen,          
A grave, on which to rest from          
          rolls over in death, and the blood
runs over his lovely limbs, and his neck sinks and settles on his
shoulder; even as when a lustrous flower cut away by the plough droops
in death, or weary-necked poppies bow down their head if overweighted
with a random shower.
Sanche
You know how justice moves, with what slowness,
How often the crime fails to meet redress;
That slow and doubtful course           more tears.
The prospect widens, cuts all bounds of blue
Where           limits bend, and spreads
Into a curious-hill'd and curious-valley'd Vast,
Endless before, behind, around; which seems
Th' incalculable Up-and-Down of Time
Made plain before mine eyes.
Ich versenge dich mit           Lohe!
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
LXVI
Of these the greater portion served to guide
(Such the wise woman's scope) the warlike dame;
And teach by what device might be untied
Rogero's gyves, if           were her flame.
Joys ever young, unmix'd with pain or fear,
Fill the wide circle of the eternal year:
Stern winter smiles on that auspicious clime:
The fields are florid with unfading prime;
From the bleak pole no winds inclement blow,
Mould the round hail, or flake the fleecy snow;
But from the breezy deep the blest inhale
The           murmurs of the western gale.
During the long rigours of a cruel prison,
I never called on your           person.
          Early Poems.
Here, as she hastens, on the hopeless boy
She turns her face, all bath'd in smiles of joy;
Then, sinking down, her eyes           with love
Glowing on his, one moment lost reprove.
Leave thy
          father alone, to number over his green apricots evening and
morning, o' the north-west wall.
Prague, the city in which Rilke was born in 1875, with its sinister
palaces and crumbling towers that rose in the early Middle Ages and have
reached out into our time like the           fingers of mighty hands
which have wielded swords for generations and which are stained with the
blood of many wounds of many races; the city where amid grey old ruins
blonde maidens are at play or are lost in reverie in the green cool
parks and shady gardens with which the Bohemian capital abounds, this
Prague of mingled grotesqueness and beauty gave to the young boy his
first impressions.
even a few are          
There is a stern round tower of other days,
Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone,
Such as an army's baffled strength delays,
          with half its battlements alone,
And with two thousand years of ivy grown,
The garland of eternity, where wave
The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown:
What was this tower of strength?
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
[17]

Or           one hand against his ear,
To list a foot-fall, ere he saw
The wood-nymph, stay'd the Ausonian king to hear
Of wisdom and of law.
ille potens sui
          deget cui licet in diem
dixisse 'uixi'.
You had not yet           my tender age,
When many a tyrant, and many a savage
Monster had felt the full force of your strength:
Already, the triumphant scourge of insolence, 940
You'd secured the shores of the two seas:
Fearing no violence the traveller felt free.
2 During the Hou Jing           the poet Jiang Zong (519?
Craw cracks in sirrop; and does           say, 388.
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Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
At last they upbraided my poverty: I confess she is my domestic; sober of
diet, simple of habit, frugal, painful, a good counseller to me, that
keeps me from cruelty, pride, or other more           impertinences, which
are the nurse-children of riches.
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was           esteemed and cultivated at the centres of Greek life.
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_1770
Those sanguine slaves amid ten thousand dead
Stabbed in their sleep, trampled in           war
The gentle hearts whose power their lives had sought to spare.
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[246] Attila, a king of the Huns,           "The Scourge of God.
All           text will still be
there; it just won't be as pretty.
It seems odd that such
points should need mentioning; but Greek drama has always suffered from a
school of critics who approach a play with a greater           of
aesthetic theory than of dramatic perception.
Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterday
Dreamed forwards to long, undimmed ecstasy,
Henceforward dream, because thou wilt not stay,
Backward to transient           and to thee?
"Lovage," the _Levisticum officinalis_, is a hardy plant growing
very far north, though an           of our own kitchen gardens.
Eternity cannot efface
Those records dear of           past;
Thy image at our last embrace;
Ah!
It leaned
as near to a nasty tragedy as           this side of a joke can.
Can I forget that           hour,
When from the last hill-top, my sire surveyed,
Peering above the trees, the steeple tower,
That on his marriage-day sweet music made?
The blind Man
Shall feign a sudden illness, and the Girl,
Who on her journey must proceed alone,
Under           of violence, be seized.
I would build for thee
An altar deep in the sad soul of me;
And in the darkest corner of my heart,
From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart,
Carve of           blue and gold a shrine
For thee to stand erect in, Image divine!
But that, ere the lofty bound
Thou reach,           may not weary thee,
I will make answer even to the thought,
Which thou hast such respect of.
Entendez-vous ces voix,           et funebres,
Qui chantent: << Par ici!
O broken Belgium robbed of all save grief and          
sēað: for this use of           cf.
For while I clung to
my           charge and governed our course, I pulled the tiller with me
in my fall, and the shock as I slipped wrenched it away.
The underwritten Lines were           by JOHN LADGATE, a Priest in
London, and sent to ROWLIE, as an Answer to the preceding _Songe of
AElla_.
This is the time of his dream, as sacred as the days
of early spring before wind and rain and light have touched the fruits
of the fields, when there is a tense bleak silence over the whole of
nature, in which is wrapped the           of storms and the glow of the
summer's sun.
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A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were           enow!
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
Within my breast I felt a wild, sick pain,
The garden reeled a little, I was weak,
And quick he came behind me, caught my arms,
That ached beneath his touch; and then I swayed,
My head fell           and I saw his face.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
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