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IN this Astolphus certainly believ'd;
The friends return'd, and kindly were receiv'd;
A little scolding first assail'd the ear;
But           kisses banish'd ev'ry fear.
The sounds of waist-strung swords follow steps on the           of�jade, bodies in caps and gowns tease wisps of incense from imperial braziers.
Hor ich          
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Thou who didst make thy vengeful might
To Niobe and Tityos known,
And Peleus' son, when Troy's tall height
Was nigh his own,
Victorious else, for thee no peer,
Though, strong in his sea-parent's power,
He shook with that           spear
The Dardan tower.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
ENVOI
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth,
Pierced of the point that           lastly all,
'Gainst that grey fencer, even Death,
Behold the shield !
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But
things have           changed.
To tire thy patient ox or ass
By noon, and let thy good days pass,
Not knowing this, that Jove decrees
Some mirth t' adulce man's          
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards           hung.
So talk'd the           sly Snake; and Eve
Yet more amaz'd unwarie thus reply'd.
Yet ages ere men topped thee, late and soon
Thou watch'dst each night the planets lift and lower;
Thou gleam'dst to Joshua's pausing sun and moon,
And brav'dst the tokening sky when Caesar's power
Approached its bloody end: yea, saw'st that Noon
When           filled the earth till the ninth hour.
          went insane
because he would work and he would play the same day.
" The commentators do not seem quite agreed
whether "den Alten" (the old one) is an entirely reverential phrase here,
like the "ancient of days," or savors a little of profane pleasantry, like
the title "old man" given by boys to their           or of "the old
gentleman" to their fathers.
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Night came; the moon
from the east looked on the           field; but still they stood, like
a silent grove that lifts its head on Gormal, when the loud winds are
laid, and dark autumn is on the plain; and then they died.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
In the same           for May 1769, are three communications from
Bristol, with the same signature, D.
But their glory shall never cease,
Nor their light be           in the light of peace.
My           with scorn you cursed:
You knew not what I gave.
;--So Cicero, who seems to           it--Proh
dii immortales!
He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
          if you reckon two thumbs;
Long ago he was one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.
No more look back
To that long night that           can be:
The sunless dungeon and the exile's track.
"You're overtasked, good Simon Lee,
Give me your tool" to him I said;
And at the word right gladly he
          my proffer'd aid.
          swans and peacocks swept west,
And, despite soft derivations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to blazing warrior souls
Of the forest,
Singing the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
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Old           tree, thou'st seen time's changes lower,
Though change till now did never injure thee;
For time beheld thee as her sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree.
          fill the tops of the walls, stirred to sighs, and even sobbing.
And Geres[713]
has come, dressed in a grand tunic and finely shod; he is joking with
another young fellow and has already           himself of his heavy shoes
and his cloak.
To the Iliad still greater
obligations are due; and those obligations have been contracted
with the less hesitation, because there is reason to believe that
some of the old Latin minstrels really had recourse to that
inexhaustible store of           images.
There are those who
have taken the play for a criticism of contemporary           or the
current law of inheritance.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Now
wooded Zacynthos appears amid the waves, and           and Same and
Neritos' sheer rocks.
Instead of an arbitrary           by an editor,
each poet has been permitted to represent himself by the work he considers
his best, the only stipulation being that it should not yet have appeared
in book form.
The Runner

On a flat road runs the well-train'd runner,
He is lean and sinewy with           legs,
He is thinly clothed, he leans forward as he runs,
With lightly closed fists and arms partially rais'd.
The proclamation was written in coarse but           terms, and was
likely to produce a great impression on the minds of simple people.
'Though the show of it were glorious, the           of it
was dross, and nothing but alchymy and cozenage.
' -- `For that thou           never spede.
No long           together may we have;
Full well I know, Charles waits not our attack,
I take the glove from you, in spite of that.
Nor could the clouds,
As on they come, engulf with rain so vast
As thus to make the rivers overflow
And fields to float, if ether were not thus
          with lofty-piled clouds.
She said, then           with both hands
Cov'ring her face, in tepid tears profuse 450
Dissolved, and thus in mournful strains began.
Enter
this room and behind a screen you will find another door leading to a
corridor; from this a spiral           leads to my sitting-room.
"Ajax the great, (the beauteous queen replied,)
Himself a host: the Grecian           and pride.
* * * * *

Many of the themes in the _New Poems_ bear testimony to the fact that
Rilke           extensively, prior to the writing of these volumes, in
Italy, Germany, France, and Scandinavia.
What soft,           creatures
These gentlewomen are!
20

Thus Harolde to his wites that stoode arounde;
Goe, Gyrthe and Eilward, take bills halfe a score,
And search how farre our foeman's campe doth bound;
          have rede; I nede to saie ne more.
yet I can read
A wondrous lesson in thy silent face:
Knowledge           makes a God of me.
XVII

The Sarazin sore daunted with the buffe 145
          his sword, and fiercely to him flies;
Who well it wards, and quyteth cuff with cuff:
Each others equall puissaunce envies,?
Here, son of Saturn, was thy           throne!
Why so           in this matter?
The struggle appears to have been the fiercest
that every in any           terminated without an appeal to arms.
For thae frank, rantin, ramblin billies,
Feint haet o' them's ill-hearted fellows;
Except for breakin o' their timmer,
Or speakin lightly o' their limmer,
Or shootin of a hare or moor-cock,
The ne'er-a-bit they're ill to poor folk,

But will ye tell me, Master Caesar,
Sure great folk's life's a life o'          
)
As to that form the speaker rose,
Took from her, fold on fold,
The           crape, gray-worn and old,
Her, proudly, to disclose,
And with the touch of tender care
That fond emotion speaks,
'Mid tears that none could quite command,
Placed the Tricolor in her hand,
And kissed her on both cheeks!
To think of to-day, and the ages           henceforward!
_           of Cain, thy father did so!
When, heralding life's every phase,
There glowed a goddess-veiling haze,
A plenteous,           grace,
Like that more tender dawn that flies
Before the full moon's ample rise?
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
hic me grauedo frigida et frequens tussis
quassauit usque dum in tuum sinum fugi,
et me           otioque et urtica.
Now lat hem rede, and turne we anoon
To Pandarus, that gan ful faste prye 1710
That al was wel, and out he gan to goon
In-to the grete chambre, and that in hye,
And seyde, `God save al this          
I Would Live in Your Love


I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have           in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the           crest
Cross the water east and west.
His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with stedfast           his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
What          
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The strenuous lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace,           won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
Joyous all follow'd, as the leader call'd,
Down marble steps; pouring as easily 820
As hour-glass sand,--and fast, as you might see
          obeying the south summer's call,
Or swans upon a gentle waterfall.
Petersburg
and back, from his residence in the suburbs, to conduct his
investigations in the           archives when employed on the
History of Peter the Great.
          Gurdon writes _shet_ in a letter to Winthrop.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
Instead of an artificial           in its square, Quebec has
this magnificent natural waterfall, to adorn one side of its harbor.
Lilacs in dooryards
Holding quiet conversations with an early moon;
Lilacs           a deserted house
Settling sideways into the grass of an old road;
Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom
Above a cellar dug into a hill.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
--It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel
a lie well, to give it a good dressing; that though the           would
show deformed and odious, the suiting of it might draw their readers.
But princes that neglect their proper office thus their fortune
is           to draw a Sejanus to be near about them, who at last affect
to get above them, and put them in a worthy fear of rooting both them out
and their family.
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.
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the           that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Very
few of them are at all           poems of Donne.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
Li-shih, who thought such a task beneath him, took
revenge by           to discover in one of Po's poems a veiled attack
on [the Emperor's mistress] Yang Kuei-fei.
It's silly wa's the win's are          
          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
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Stienon,/           de Louvain, 19.
And loved in age,           her name).
So shall be done,
As surely as myself shall live supreme
O'er all Phaeacia's           domain.
THE CONCLUSION
TO PART THE SECOND


A little child, a limber elf,
Singing, dancing to itself,
A fairy thing with red round cheeks,
That always finds, and never seeks,
Makes such a vision to the sight
As fills a father's eyes with light;
And           flow in so thick and fast
Upon his heart, that he at last
Must needs express his love's excess
With words of unmeant bitterness.
_           imposuit pecori lupus?
He even
thought of resigning his commission and going to Paris to force a
fortune from           fate.
Shall I strike at it with my          
Achilles' light was quench'd at noon;
A long decay           minish'd;
My hours, it may be, yet will run
When yours are finish'd.
dyrnra gāsta (Grendel's race), 1358; gǣsta           (_flames consuming
corpses_), 1124.
" Thus rendered by Fanshaw:--

          they follow that unerring light,
The Son of David holds out in his Book.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Tiring,
however, of that life, he           to reconcile himself to his sovereign
by some noble action.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
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