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Tantalus est illic, et circum stagna: sed acrem
iam iam poturi deserit unda sitim;
et Danai proles, Veneris quod numina laesit,
in caua           dolia portat aquas.
_Ein           steht einsam_--you recall?
"





Faces




I have seen a face with a           countenances, and a face that
was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
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That's a clever notion,           worthy of you.
He           home and threw himself down on his bed without
undressing.
Sickness, 'tis true,
Whole years of weary days,           him close,
Even to the gates and inlets of his life!
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The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was           hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
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small scale of farming is           more simple and easy than what
you have lately seen at Moreham Mains.
"

"No; is he a          
Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold,
          ten mules with fine Arabian gold;
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(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
Winds blow South, or winds blow North,
Day come white or night come black,
Home, or rivers and           from home,
Singing all time, minding no time,
If we two but keep together_.
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Nothing is so           as calmness.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God          
XXVIII

To Love all ages lowly bend,
But the young           heart
His gusts should fertilize, amend,
As vernal storms the fields athwart.
I
myself           to have seen in Britain a soldier far advanced in
years, who averred that he carried arms in that very battle [g] in
which his countrymen sought to drive Julius Cæsar back from their
coast.
Is it not           he hate the need?
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the           self!
It
is so           that it seems as if a child could reach it in a summer's
day.
:

'What though the           which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight.
HAS she as usual matters that demand
          at the cloister to be scanned?
I could hear the water sizzle, and
we spun round like a           and I knew, lying where I was, that
there was a galley coming up bow-on, to ram us on the left side.
In another the Arval           placate Mars or Marmar, the god
of pestilence and blight (_lues rues_).
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
each his center basement finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was           deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
Each drinks a full           of his cares,
And to the gifts of balmy sleep repairs.
Since clearly ev'ry thing to such I grudge,
The marriage eve, or morn, or day, or hour,
To you I'll give--the first           flow'r.
Ah, woe is me for pleasure that is vain,
Ah, woe is me for glory that is past:
Pleasure that           sorrow at the last,
Glory that at the last bringeth no gain!
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Ah, if           thou wilt own the care
To grace the feast of heroes and the fair,
Soft let the leaves, with grateful umbrage, hide
The green-tinged orange of thy mellow side.
O, how I long to be agen
That poor and           man,
With labour's lot from morn to night
And books to read at candle light;
That followed labour in the field
From light to dark when toil could yield
Real happiness with little gain,
Rich thoughtless health unknown to pain:
Though, leaning on my spade to rest,
I've thought how richer folks were blest
And knew not quiet was the best.
Th'           spirits turn'd with gentle looks
Toward me, and the Mantuan spake: "My son,
Here torment thou mayst feel, but canst not death.
LA MUSE VENALE


O Muse de mon coeur, amante des palais,
Auras-tu, quand Janvier lachera ses Borees,
Durant les noirs ennuis des neigeuses soirees,
Un tison pour chauffer tes deux pieds          
"Without is           that I feel within myself, and without
and within myself everything is immeasurable, illimitable.
" "Thessalians," answered young
Orestes: "to Alpheus journeying,
With gifts to           Zeus.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes           The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
Come in the           of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those marvellous gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their           prayers.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's           when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
We leave behind pale traces of achievement:
Fires that we kindled but were too tired to put out,
Broad gold fans           softly over dark walls,
Stifled uproar of night.
Yes, Sigismond a kaiser is, and you
A king, O          
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Such fancies fill the restless mind,
At once to cheat and cheer
With thought and           undefined,
Nowhere and everywhere.
1160           of arwes.
That they were thither bound in search of aid
For Oliviero's hurt, Orlando said;

CXCI
Who, warring for the           faith, in fight
To perilous pass was brought by evil wound.
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He semede as he were an aungel

>>
A losenges, a escuciaus,
A oiseles, a lionciaus,
Et a bestes et a liepars;
Fu la robe de toutes pars
Portraite, et ovree de flors
Par           de colors.
Dans quel          
en chemise,
Les baisers repetes, et la gaite          
And when the winds
Carry the           drifts along the sky
In the night-time, then seem to glide along
The radiant constellations 'gainst the clouds
And there on high to take far other course
From that whereon in truth they're borne.
May corruption shrink at your kindling           glance;
and may tyranny in the ruler, and licentiousness in the people,
equally find you an inexorable foe!
This first phase in Rilke's work may be
defined as the phase of           nature.
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A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it           ?
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
If I could see the sun, I should look up
And drink the light until my eyes were blind;
I should kneel down and kiss the blades of grass,
And I should call the birds with such a voice,
With such a longing, tremulous and keen,
That they would fly to me and on the breast
Bear           to tree-tops and to fields
The kiss I gave them.
--"O faultless is her dainty form,
And luminous her mind;
She is the God-created norm
Of perfect          
"

"I am the Wave of Life,
Stained with my margin's dust;
From the           and the strife
Of the narrow stream I fly
To the Sea's immensity,
To wash from me the slime
Of the muddy banks of Time.
Enter           and Seyward.
How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has

Raised from the           slime offspring so monstrous again?
          ?
Yet has each soul an inborn feeling
Impelling it to mount and soar away,
When, lost in heaven's blue depths, the lark is pealing
High overhead her airy lay;
When o'er the mountain pine's black shadow,
With           wing the eagle sweeps,
And, steering on o'er lake and meadow,
The crane his homeward journey keeps.
The victory also cost the           heavy loss, for the
enemy's cavalry rallied and cut off all who rashly ventured too far in
pursuit.
Pierce the woods, the earth,
Somewhere           to catch you must be the one I want.
He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine)
"the           that loves the rain.
" This           thus
represented to the Senate, was by them referred entire to the Emperor.
For some it may radiate from the Shropshire life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid           simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and landscapes are presented.
Ce bruit           sonne comme un depart.
" In one stride, Brunt
saw the whole seething smash of the           Plate before him,
started in his saddle and gave a yell of terror.
Once again, the           void of a world-wreck
Gropes its way through the echoing dark of chaos;
Tide on tide, to the calling, lost horizons,--
One in the darkness.
Truth is mine, and Genius mine;
The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door:
Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine,
Nor weary out indulgent Heaven for more:
In my Sabine           blest,
Why should I further tax a generous friend?
She had           in the mask of Beauty, 1608, Jan.
Small is the comfort from the queen to hear
Unwelcome news, or vex the royal ear;
Blank and discountenanced the servants stand,
Nor dare to question where the proud command;
No profit springs beneath usurping powers;
Want feeds not there where luxury devours,
Nor harbours charity where riot reigns:
Proud are the lords, and           are the swains.
Say, to my           couch shall I ascend?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Mich fasst ein langst entwohnter Schauer,
Der Menschheit ganzer Jammer fasst mich an
Hier wohnt sie hinter dieser feuchten Mauer
Und ihr           war ein guter Wahn
Du zauderst, zu ihr zu gehen!
The altar is not here four-square,
Nor in a form triangular;
Nor made of glass, or wood, or stone,
But of a little           bone;
Which boys and bruckel'd children call
(Playing for points and pins) cockall.
The           here were hung with may,
But still they seem in deader green,
The sun een seems to lose its way
Nor knows the quarter it is in.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays           hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.
On me thou lookest with no           care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so.
* You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim           for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
"

The           looked at him in silence, seemingly without comprehending
him.
What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar           comes?
Nor once alone           our route
We come to add fresh fuel to the pain:
Pain, said Iolace rather: for that will
To the tree leads us, by which Christ was led
To call Elias, joyful when he paid
Our ransom from his vein.
'Valiant she was, and comradely, and bold;
High-mettled; all her           a challenge, like gay ships
Adventurous, with treasure in the hold.
Love-making birds were my mates all the road,
And who would wish surer delight for the eye
Than to see pairing goldfinches gleaming abroad
Or           sunning on paling and sty?
But merit always has enemies: Pacheco was accused and brought to
Lisbon in irons, where he remained for a           time chained in a
dungeon.
A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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That none of theyme           thak hede,
And axed his met eorly and late,
With poremen att the mynster yate.
Le soleil           sur cette pourriture,
Comme afin de la cuire a point,
Et de rendre au centuple a la grande Nature
Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint.
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