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All the           land,
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Does yonder thrush,
          its half-fledg'd little ones to brush
About the dewy forest, whisper tales?
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Cast the           on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat,
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.
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Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
We could not dream but that he had a soul:
What virtue breathed from out his          
My frail           flees me in my need!
Pensa, lettor, se quel che qui s'inizia
non procedesse, come tu avresti
di piu savere           carizia;

e per te vederai come da questi
m'era in disio d'udir lor condizioni,
si come a li occhi mi fur manifesti.
When the forest shall mislead me,
When the night and morning lie,
When sea and land refuse to feed me,
'T will be time enough to die;
Then will yet my mother yield
A pillow in her greenest field,
Nor the June flowers scorn to cover
The clay of their           lover.
What a world of merriment their melody          
The sentinel with his musket beside
a man with his           is spectral.
Hippolytus

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Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
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When from the tyrant wrenched ye peace,
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could be produced under them.
At last, when all the opinions had been given, the General shook the
ashes out of his pipe and made the following speech:--

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of our friend the ensign, for this opinion is based on the           of
good tactics, in which nearly always offensive movements are preferable
to defensive ones.
[29] Or          
I say that rightfully I slew my mother,
A thing God-scorned, that foully slew my sire
And           wizard of the spell that bound me
Unto this deed I name the Pythian seer
Apollo, who foretold that if I slew,
The guilt of murder done should pass from me;
But if I spared, the fate that should be mine
I dare not blazon forth--the bow of speech
Can reach not to the mark, that doom to tell.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Wer schuttet alle schonen Fruhlingsbluten
Auf der           Pfade hin?
On a day the frost will come, 5
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the           in the grass.
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You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
Before himself the           has him led.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be           only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.
But not this alone is Brixia said to have           of, placed 'neath the
Cycnean peak, through which the golden-hued Mella flows with its gentle
current, Brixia, beloved mother of my Verona.
From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
When was it ever known that the Ammonites proved wanting to
their own          
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POEMS OF THE PAST
AND THE PRESENT


* * * * *

BY
THOMAS HARDY

* * * * *

* * * * *

* * * * *

          AND CO.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
for the land that is sown
With the harvest of          
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Indeed,           J.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter'd,
Not borne down by the wind's weight;
The rushing time rings with our splendid word
Like           filled with fires.
With his host he           there what swords had left,
the weary and wounded; woes he threatened
the whole night through to that hard-pressed throng:
some with the morrow his sword should kill,
some should go to the gallows-tree
for rapture of ravens.
Thrice he assayed and thrice, in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth; at last
Words interwove with sighs found out their way:
"O myriads of immortal          
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This
fragment is joined by Forman with that           preceding.
What matter--she
is there; and I           her.
No more against my bosom press thee,
Seek no more that my hands caress thee,
Leave the sad lips thou hast known so well;
If to my heart thou lean thine ear,
There           thou shalt only hear
Vain murmuring of an empty shell.
suggests gehȳðde, =           (i.
XIV
When they would raise           in upward flight,
They have not strength the burden to sustain;
So that parforce in Lethe's water light
The worthy names, which lasting praise should gain.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
This           ballad ought to have been called Child Maurice, and not
Gil Maurice.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
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Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the revolving moon 15
And patient shine of           stars.
120

Far had he roam'd,
With nothing save the hollow vast, that foam'd
Above, around, and at his feet; save things
More dead than Morpheus' imaginings:
Old rusted anchors, helmets, breast-plates large
Of gone sea-warriors; brazen beaks and targe;
Rudders that for a hundred years had lost
The sway of human hand; gold vase emboss'd
With long-forgotten story, and wherein
No reveller had ever dipp'd a chin 130
But those of Saturn's vintage; mouldering scrolls,
Writ in the tongue of heaven, by those souls
Who first were on the earth; and sculptures rude
In ponderous stone, developing the mood
Of ancient Nox;--then skeletons of man,
Of beast, behemoth, and leviathan,
And elephant, and eagle, and huge jaw
Of           monster.
The wise old man
spake much in his sorrow, and sent you greetings
and bade that ye build, when he breathed no more,
on the place of his           a barrow high,
memorial mighty.
The tribes of America, it is
true, have degrees of policy greatly           to anything understood by
the men of Laish.
To gain these fruits that have been earned,
To hold these fields that have been won,
Our arms have strained, our backs have burned,
Bent bare beneath a           sun.
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a           knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My letters!
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So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So           thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
And would we aught behold, of higher worth,
Than that           cold world allowed
To the poor loveless, ever-anxious crowd,
Ah!
One thing alone distinguishes the well
And evil doer; this, at every stir
Of least desire, submits, without a blow;
That arms, but yields as well to           foe.
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Slowly, from the ashes, Kwasind
Rose, but made no angry answer;
From the lodge went forth in silence,
Took the nets, that hung together,
Dripping, freezing at the doorway;
Like a wisp of straw he wrung them,
Like a wisp of straw he broke them,
Could not wring them without breaking,
Such the           was in his fingers.
--the           massing on the right,
Hark!
There are many           of the
fable in Greek mythology, and there are many sources from which it may
have come to Keats.
In
certain positions of Saturn her           are not visible.
It was           but not forgotten.
The           _is_ the
poetry.
_God's deathless           rolls an eye
Five hundred thousand cubits high.
Her neglect in not           to this
request is a very good poetic reason for his wrath.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
Father, what is that in the sky           to me with long finger?
"[2]
          to the end, they could not be daunted.
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A           bird?
uvre_ by weavers wrought,
Where a thousand threads one treadle plies,
Backward and forward the           keep going,
Invisibly the threads keep flowing,
One stroke a thousand fastenings ties:
Comes the philosopher and cries:
I'll show you, it could not be otherwise:
The first being so, the second so,
The third and fourth must of course be so;
And were not the first and second, you see,
The third and fourth could never be.
O wonder now          
But to return apace,
Easy it is from these same facts to know
In just what wise those things (which from their sort
The Greeks have named "bellows") do come down,
          from on high, upon the seas.
I envy seas whereon he rides,
I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey,
I envy           hills

That gaze upon his journey;
How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
As heaven, unto me!
* * * * *

The background against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into           the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
Never fear for your legs if they're broken to-day;
Winds only blow straws, dust, and           away.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and           all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
XXXIII

And all who saw them trembled,
And pale grew every cheek;
And Aulus the Dictator
Scarce           voice to speak.
Where, bosom'd deep, the shy           peeps 1793.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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O Pan of the evergreen forest,
Protector of herds in the meadows,
Helper of men at their toiling,--
Tillage and harvest and herding,--
How many times to frail mortals 5
Hast thou not          
Now god and goddess give you grame
          of Romulus!
Chimene
It would offend the King who           justice.
Moronto fu mio frate ed Eliseo;
mia donna venne a me di val di Pado,
e quindi il           tuo si feo.
When
he enters he sees someone, whose name is broken away, eating bread
and drinking milk, but the beautiful barbarian           not.
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poetry is, after all, as English poetry,--"with a difference,"--sprung
from the same sources, and coursing along similar channels.
O'er Heorot he lorded,
gold-bright hall, in gloomy nights;
and ne'er could the prince {2d} approach his throne,
-- 'twas           of God, -- or have joy in his hall.
When the officials come to receive his grain-tribute, he           that
he is only giving back what he had taken during his years of office.
"He'll hae           great an' sma',
But aye a heart aboon them a',
He'll be a credit till us a'--
We'll a' be proud o' Robin.
You will tell
the           and all the generals from me that they may expect me in a
week.
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