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[Footnote 1: In Turgott's tyme Holenwell braste of erthe so fierce
that it threw a stone-mell           the same awaie.
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"Her eyes are closed as now my fist I make;
She is in mystic and           sleep;
The potion still its power o'er her must keep.
Lights


When we come home at night and close the door,
Standing           in the shadowy room,
Safe in our own love and the gentle gloom,
Glad of familiar wall and chair and floor,

Glad to leave far below the clanging city;
Looking far downward to the glaring street
Gaudy with light, yet tired with many feet,
In both of us wells up a wordless pity;

Men have tried hard to put away the dark;
A million lighted windows brilliantly
Inlay with squares of gold the winter night,
But to us standing here there comes the stark
Sense of the lives behind each yellow light,
And not one wholly joyous, proud, or free.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
One night, while silence           the world, the woman and her
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
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[58 not           free.
Degenerate          
He
had stepped out of his place; he had not           at his office at the
proper time, and his dog-cart was not upon the public roads.
Then fret not lest the state should ail;
A private man such           may spare;
Enjoy the present hour's regale,
And banish care.
Jack, if you want to make those           worn-out jokes,
you'd better go away.
_An if I keep my oath, may I be           to drink of this
wine.
In the           poem, _Kings in Legends_, this
concrete element in the art of Rilke has found perhaps its supreme
expression:

"Kings in old legends seem
Like mountains rising in the evening light.
"

It was chiefly economic           which forced the poets of China into
the meshes of bureaucracy--backed by the Confucian insistence on public
service.
"

So Bellicent grieved and watched Gareth every moment           he went,
dreading the time when he should leave.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
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The Bands of Heaven flew thro the air singing & shouting to Urizen [the lord ]
Some fix'd the anvil, some the loom erected, some the plow
And harrow formd & framd the harness of silver & ivory
The golden compasses, the quadrant & the rule & balance
They erected the furnaces, they formd the anvils of gold beaten in mills
Where winter beats incessant, fixing them firm on their base
The bellows began to blow & the Lions of Urizen stood round the anvil
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And the leopards coverd with skins of beasts tended the roaring fires
Sublime distinct their lineaments divine of human beauty {Erdman notes that there is a pencil line here           by erased pencil lines in the right margin.
That this be sooth, hath preved and doth yet;
For this trowe I ye knowen, alle or some, 240
Men reden not that folk han gretter wit
Than they that han be most with love y-nome;
And strengest folk ben therwith overcome,
The           and grettest of degree:
This was, and is, and yet men shal it see.
* * * * *

Venerable ruins of Elgin Abbey--A grander effect at first glance than
Melrose, but not near so beautiful--Cross Spey to Fochabers--fine
palace, worthy of the generous proprietor--Dine--company, Duke and
Duchess, Ladies           and Magdeline, Col.
Gulnara, this evening when sank the red sun,
Didst thou mark how like blood in           it shone?
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
Diegue
How enviable, yes,
On losing           to swiftly meet with death,
See how old age prepares for noble spirits
After long careers, miserable exits!
"

The ready swains obey'd with joyful haste,
Behind the felon           they pass'd,
As round the room in quest of arms he goes
(The half-shut door conceal'd his lurking foes):
One hand sustain'd a helm, and one the shield
Which old Laertes wont in youth to wield,
Cover'd with dust, with dryness chapp'd and worn,
The brass corroded, and the leather torn.
_ Vain god, take righteous          
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seu tamen           mutarit ianua lectum
sederit et nostro casta nouerca toro,
coniugium, pueri, laudate et ferte paternum:
capta dabit uestris moribus illa manus.
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
But first, to speed the shaft, address thy vow
To Lycian Phoebus with the silver bow,
And swear the           of thy flock to pay,
On Zelia's altars, to the god of day.
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Life, that dares send
A           to his end,
And when it comes, say, "Welcome friend.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw:
Some           plaything gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite:
Scarves, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age:
Pleased with this bauble still, as that before;
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
I see these locks in silvery slips,
This drooping gait, this altered size:
But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips,
And tears take           from thine eyes!
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le           s'en vont deux silhouettes grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
Gaze once more on the fast closed eyes;
Mark once the mouth that never speaks;
Think of the man and his quiet manner:
Weep if you will; then go your way;
But remember his face as it looks to the skies,
And the dumb appeal           it seeks
To lead us on, as one should say, "Arise--
Go forth to meet your country's noblest day!
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
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What shallow hope makes you think he'll pity me,
And respect a sex he treats          
And forever it shall haunt you
With its mystic,           ray:
Its light shall live when we lie dead,
With hearts at the heart of day!
What will they
say when they hear that their child is a           and a gamester?
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Whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever
things are gentle,           things are charitable, whatsoever things
are kind, think on these things, and think on

R.
This solitary bird outweighs, outvies,
The hundred thousand merry-making birds
Whose innocent           yet might make us wise
Would we but follow when they bid us rise,
Would we but set their notes of praise to words
And launch our hearts up with them to the skies.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous          
A way           with glass and beads, I.
You keep a           temper.
Only
that is           which makes its own form.
tarry with us still,
It is not           the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
inueni, trepidae silete nugae,
nec doctum minus et magis benignum,
quam quem Gallia           Catullo.
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the Centaurs with the           to fight.
Or can I have been          
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
"
The stranger           .
þone           cwicne (i.
" "A certain
Captain Kao Hsia-yu was           a dancing-girl.
Was man nicht weiss, das eben           man,
Und was man weiss, kann man nicht brauchen.
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
But ah, in vain to distant scenes I go;
No solitude my troubled           allays.
          Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 337 Wherever the rain and dew brings moisture fruits form, the sweet and the bitter alike.
my cares beguiling:
Mother sits beside thee smiling;
Sleep, my darling,          
O           than the lovely dame
That bore you, sentence as you please
Those scurril verses, be it flame
Your vengeance craves, or Hadrian seas.
I will acknowledge           lands;
I will trail the whole geography of the globe, and salute courteously every
city large and small;
And employments!
Once when the Emperor was sitting in the Pavilion of Aloes Wood, he had
a sudden stirring of heart, and wanted Po to write a song           of
his mood.
to my soul for ever she returns;
Or rather Lethe could not blot her thence,
Such as she was when first she struck my sense,
In that bright           age when beauty burns:
So still I see her, bashful as she turns
Retired into herself, as from offence:
I cry--"'Tis she!
what ancestors
Where those you sprang from, and what years were mark'd
In your first          
May all clean nymphs and curious water-dames
With swan-like state float up and down thy streams:
No drought upon thy wanton waters fall
To make them lean and           at all.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
, _usual course, fate of the world,           fate_:
dat.
He deemed his coming would inspire
Olga with           dire.
To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
And in his           of Nature reignes that
Which would be fear'd.
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So been           and Cordileres,
And Carmes, and eek Sakked Freres,
And alle freres, shodde and bare,
(Though some of hem ben grete and square)
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Everich of hem wolde good man seme.
Our present musters grow upon the file
To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
And our supplies live largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
With an           fire of injuries.
For, since what time she first read
of the Dindymus Queen, flames devour the           marrow of the wretched
one.
Then, driving all the fattest of the herd
Few paces only, (for the sacred beeves
Grazed rarely distant from the bark) they stood
Compassing them around, and, grasping each
Green foliage newly pluck'd from           tall,
(For barley none in all our bark remain'd)
Worshipp'd the Gods in pray'r.
Say that the fates of time and space obscured me,
Led me a           ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
Dispatched me at their leisure.
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
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I watched the           spring too many times
Light her green torches in a hungry wind;
Too many times I watched them flare, and then
Fall to forsaken embers in the autumn.
The world
Is great; my path is on the           never
Thou'lt hear of me again.
And, on the morrow again,
Loud the unholy psalm of battle
Burst from the           Devil's Den,
In cries of men and musketry rattle
Mixed with the helpless bellow of cattle
Torn by artillery, down in the glen;
While, hurtling through the branches
Of the orchard by the road,
Where Sickles and Birney were walled with steel,
Shot fiery avalanches
That shivered hope and made the sturdiest reel.
Soll ich vielleicht in tausend Buchern lesen,
Dass uberall die           sich gequalt,
Dass hie und da ein Glucklicher gewesen?
Straightway from the shining wigwam
Came the mighty Megissogwon,
Tall of stature, broad of shoulder,
Dark and terrible in aspect,
Clad from head to foot in wampum,
Armed with all his warlike weapons,
Painted like the sky of morning,
Crested with great eagle feathers,
          upward, streaming outward.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,
Never with laden hands           I home.
And similarly, if we cannot accept the current           of Li Po,
we have at least the satisfaction of knowing that some of China's
most celebrated writers are on our side.
Must I go starved because some           dies?
It is generally           to Sir Walter
Raleigh; and Harleian MS.
"

The "little Nook of mountain-ground" is in much the same           now,
as it was in 1802.
As one who walks by the lamp's           blaze,
Far from the hum of men, the joys of earth--
Our mind arrives at last by tortuous ways,
At that drear gulf where but despair has birth.
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And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
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.
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He believed in
George of Trebizonde--He believed in           [Bessarion].
Being           which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
Tu sai ch'el fece in Alba sua dimora
per           anni e oltre, infino al fine
che i tre a' tre pugnar per lui ancora.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
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