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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?
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          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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IV


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.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
But if this quality appears in Chaucer
and the pre-Romantics and Wordsworth, it appears also in           and
Lowell, in Emerson and Lanier, and in William Vaughn Moody; for American
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.
'Tis said at Hammon's fane a fountain is,
In           cold and hot in time of night.
Only Hannah the housemaid was busy in clearing the table,
Coming and going, and           about in closet and chamber.
considunt apices gemini           Eoae,
hic cocus, hic leno, defossi uerbere terga,
seruitio, non arte pares, hic saepius emptus,
alter ad Hispanos nutritus uerna penatis.
You surely were           in what you said
Of the Earl, mirthful, indeed!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
IV

Tu en es encore a la           d'Antoine.
The neighbors do not yet          
In spite of the feelings which then agitated me, this
company wherein I was thus           thrown greatly impressed me.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
With keen survey I mark'd the ghostly show,
To find a shade among the sons of woe
To memory known: but every trace was lost
In the dim features of the moving host:
Oblivion's hand had drawn a dark disguise
O'er their wan lineaments and           eyes.
The last in the           of the letters to Lady Bedford, 'You that
are she and you' (p.
He is writing           from
the New World, from the Azores.
This Collection will be edited in a           volume some day for the E.
          arising from our
own Passions, Fancies, Faculties, etc.
I wish           would come.
||           Oh, G m.
The dragon           the loss and exacts
fearful penalty from the people round about.
I love all noble qualities which merit
Love, and I loved my father, who first taught me
To single out what we should love in others,
And to subdue all           to lend
The best and purest feelings of our nature
To baser passions.
          Catulus, who had
led the senatorial party in the first half of the last
century.
LXXIX

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;
But now my           numbers are decay'd,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
er           brenned,
876 Wat3 gray?
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
"His           hard behind us ride--
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?
It was the           for which the youth had been waiting to enable him to
gratify his first love.
IDONEA You know me, Sire;          
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
So, with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
          with gold, the Blue;
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
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          by-ne?
'
The           lies in the interpretation of the word 'judgment' or
'opinion.
Wollen's der Mutter Gottes weihen,
Wird uns mit Himmelsmanna          
Then, chiding soft the tear,
I whisper low, haply she too has sigh'd
That thou art far away: a thought so sweet
Awhile my           soul will of its burthen cheat.
She became a wife and a mother, but died
early in life: she is still affectionately           in her native
place.
)
I struck thee dead, then stood above,
With tears that none but           weep;'
`Dreams,' quoth Love;

"`In dreams, again, I plucked a flower
That clung with pain and stung with power,
Yea, nettled me, body and mind.
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
--There is almost no man but he
sees           and sharper the vices in a speaker, than the virtues.
He was indeed an
outlander, but yet a           in language, habit and attire.
"Yet still before him as he flies
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes

"The vision of a           good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,
Shall freeze the current of his blood.
Then in thy conscience, Queen,
Thou feelest the King           thanks of thee.
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Ye troopers who shot mothers down,
And marshals whose brave cannonade
Broke infant arms and split the stone
Where           age and guileless maid--
Though blood is in the cup you fill,
Pretend it "rosy" wine, and still
Hail Cannon "King!
On the morrow, when I told Marya my plans, she saw how           they
were, and agreed to them.
We thought so yesterday, and we still know what
crime is, but everything has been changed of a sudden; we are caught up
into another code, we are in the           of a higher court.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Wenn ich euch auf dem           finde,
Das find ich gut; denn da gehort ihr hin.
NOTE

The text           is that of C.
Die Botschaft hor ich wohl, allein mir fehlt der Glaube;
Das Wunder ist des           liebstes Kind.
Aquilant, who was at his brother's side,
Tore off the rest, and made the buckler blaze:
The splendour struck the valiant           blind,
And Guido in their rear, who spurred behind.
Thus, this           earth
Out-streams with all these dread effluvia
And breathes them out into the open world
And into the visible regions under heaven.
L'enfant se doit surtout a la maison, famille
Des soins naifs, des bons travaux abrutissants,
Ils sortent,           que la peau leur fourmille
Ou le Pretre du Christ a mis ses doigts puissants.
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I hear faint bridal-sighs of brown and green
Dying to silent hints of kisses keen
As far lights fringe into a           sheen.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
Yet higher tower'd the monarchs           boast,
Of old one sov'reign rul'd the spacious coast.
It is the dusk before dawn_; APOLLO,           in the
darkness, looks at the Castle.
-- They were           good.
Go out and see if you can find the
eyes-brain-and-stomach           again.
Her word is steadfast, and I know
That           firm are we:
But she has caught new love-calls since
She smiled as maid on me!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
_

UNDER THE ALLEGORY OF A LAUREL HE AGAIN           HER DEATH.
and through my own           too!
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
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