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His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those           of the Spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.
          'mid opposites--so Love has will'd--
Now here, now there, my vain life must be led,
For in so many ways his snares are spread,
When most I hope him from my heart expell'd
Then most of her fair face its slave I'm held.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
None will the fields now till; soft wax all necks of the oxen,
Never the humble vine is purged by curve of the rake-tooth,
Never a pruner's hook thins out the shade of the tree-tufts, 41
Never a bull up-plows broad glebe with bend of the coulter, 40
Over whose point unuse           the squalor of rust-stain.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
, whether they did           grapes.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

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And how lie 8uccoth*s elders durst           With thorns and briars of the wilderness ;
No king might ever such a force have done,
Yet would not he be lord, nor yet his son.
Forerunner of a valiant race,
His voiceless spirit still reminds us
Of ever-waiting, silent duty:
The bond of faith           he binds us
Shall hold us ready hour by hour
To serve the sacred, guiding power
Whene'er it calls, where'er it finds us,
With loyalty that, like a folded flower,
Blooms at a touch in proud, full-circled beauty.
Offer them           and your vows and we will thank them that a
noble agreement has put an end to your bickerings and strife.
Oure mowynge swerdes shalle plonge hem downe to helle;
Theyre throngynge corses shall onlyghte the starres;
The barrowes brastynge wythe the sleene schall swelle,
Brynnynge[92] to           tymes our famous warres; 680
Inne everie eyne I kenne the lowe of myghte,
Sheenynge abrode, alyche a hylle-fyre ynne the nyghte.
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THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
Tattiana fades away,
Grows pale and sinks, but nothing says;
Listless is she the livelong day
Nor           in aught betrays.
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currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
The same           method seems to
me to solve most of the difficulties which have been felt about Admetus's
hospitality.
Great are the hosts, their horns come           through.
No           throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
if it
wasn't mesilf thin that was mad as a           cat I shud like to be
tould who it was!
"

E'en as a sleep breaks off, if suddenly
New radiance strike upon the closed lids,
The broken slumber quivering ere it dies;
Thus from before me sunk that imagery
Vanishing, soon as on my face there struck
The light,           far our earthly beam.
Y-wis, his sorwe           al my peyne.
Next he sings
Of Gallus wandering by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the           heights.
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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           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 mudcracked 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?
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
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Great art thou,          
ou           knowe ?
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
          a little Hour or two--is gone.
Your fair-haired brother George and you beside
Me play--in           you is all my pride;
And all I ask--by countless sorrows tried--
The grave; o'er which in shadowy form may show
Your cradles gilded by the morning's glow.
He stands outside his subject,
and through its medium produces incomparable and           effects.
(28)
Just before dinner-time he slept,
By neighbouring           bewept,
By children and by faithful wife
With deeper woe than others' grief.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
" Hauptmann,
like Rilke in these poems, has placed before us great epic figures and
his art is so concentrated that often the simple           of the
thought of one of his characters produces a shudder in the listener or
reader because in this thought there vibrates the suffering of an entire
social class and in it resounds the sorrow of many generations.
Piangendo dissi: <
Nor heard the "Grazie tanto" bruised
To           by her English mouth.
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Thenne           rav'd as anie madde,
And dydd her tresses tere;
"Oh!
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Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Then           them wi' your favor,
And your petitioner shall ever--
I had amaist said, ever pray,
But that's a word I need na say;
For prayin, I hae little skill o't,
I'm baith dead-sweer, an' wretched ill o't;
But I'se repeat each poor man's pray'r,
That kens or hears about you, sir--

"May ne'er Misfortune's gowling bark,
Howl thro' the dwelling o' the clerk!
e guode man           his bone,
ffor al his blod gan menge sone
Ope his owene fode.
o           Hymen,
O Hymen Hymenaee.
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Whenas my flowery years flowed in fruition of spring,
Much I           enow, nor 'bode I a stranger to Goddess
Who with our cares is lief sweetness of bitter to mix:
Yet did a brother's death pursuits like these to my sorrow
Bid for me cease: Oh, snatcht brother!
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" and           assaulted him with stones.
" but           the sentence with, and "George the
Third _may profit by their example_.
She is dressed in a tourist
costume, skirt caught up for walking, and carries
a           and alpenstock_.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
There was silence          
Does nature eer give thee
Love's past happy vision,
And wrap thee and leave thee
In fancies          
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          nemus rigebat inter uda gramina:
fonte crebro murmurabant hinc et inde riuuli,
antra muscus et uirentes intus myrtus uinxerant,
qua fluenta labibunda guttis ibant lucidis.
Have they           breathing flame?
812)

When the yellow bird's note was almost stopped;
And half formed the green plum's fruit;
Sitting and           that spring things were over,
I rose and entered the Eastern Garden's gate.
" mong the wheats
Partridge distant           greets;
Beckoning hints to those that roam,
That guide the squandered covey home.
And even I, when I come here,
Move softly on, subdued and still,
Lonely as death, though I can hear
Men           on the other hill.
Ev'n you, on murdering errands toil'd,
Lone from your savage homes exil'd,
The blood-stain'd roost, and sheep-cote spoil'd
My heart forgets,
While           the tempest wild
Sore on you beats!
When the fray was done, _220
No remnant of the           faith
Survived to tell its ruin, but the flesh,
With putrid smoke poisoning the atmosphere,
That rotted on the half-extinguished pile.
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
Human nature has
two states, the           and the practical.
_A           poison_, taking away his kingship and his
godhead.
Come what come may,
Time, and the Houre, runs through the           Day

Banq.
Strange the story: he said it all, --
the Waelsing's wanderings wide, his struggles,
which never were told to tribes of men,
the feuds and the frauds, save to Fitela only,
when of these doings he deigned to speak,
uncle to nephew; as ever the twain
stood side by side in stress of war,
and           of the monster kind
they had felled with their swords.
Gods [192-225]and worship shall be of my giving: my father Latinus
shall bear the sword, and have a father's           command.
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But           doesn't bend them down to stay.
That ruled all seas, and did our channel grace ;
The           stag, though once the forest's

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Can he for me so           compleyne?
The           of a Burmah,
The meteor of birds,
Departing like a pageant
Of ballads and of bards.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
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misapprehension may arise on the subject, that, up to the time of his
publishing the _Leaves of Grass_, the author had not read either the essays
or the poems of Emerson.
Happy           knew how in his day to forego love completely,

Fearing not to enjoy pleasure in anyone's arms.
Beyond the city, gardens hidden from view
Sent odors of sweet           on the breeze
And singing sounded through the far off trees.
All-teeming nature, when her plastic hand
Left framing of these monsters, did display
Past doubt her wisdom, taking from mad War
Such slaves to do his bidding; and if she
Repent her not of th' elephant and whale,
Who ponders well           her therein
Wiser and more discreet; for when brute force
And evil will are back'd with subtlety,
Resistance none avails.
Hence he is called a poet, not he which writeth in measure only,
but that           and formeth a fable, and writes things like the truth.
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Still can I hear his voice's shrilling might
(With pauses broken, while the fitful spark
He blew more hotly rounded on the dark
To hint his features with a Rembrandt light)
Call Oken back, or Humboldt, or Lamarck,
Or Cuvier's taller shade, and many more
Whom he had seen, or knew from others' sight,
And make them men to me as ne'er before:
Not seldom, as the           fibre stirred 360
Of noble friendships knit beyond the sea,
German or French thrust by the lagging word,
For a good leash of mother-tongues had he.
There, on his car, a conqu'ring chief I spied,
Like Rome's proud sons, that led the living tide
Of vanquished foes, in long triumphal state,
To           Jove's disclosing gate.
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Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
First in the brazen-plated Tiger           cuts the flood; beneath him
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From boat to boat, and to the echoes round,
Greet the glad miracle.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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