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of fortune.
The           shatters a glass on the
_étagère_.
_ But you have owned that true           is the
sovereign good; then you must also grant that God is that true
felicity.
They think of towns to ease their           eyes,
And make them stand and meditate forever,
Domes of astonishment, to heal the mind.
She did not know what else beside the row of beehives and the new
thatch her son's mind ran on as he walked among the           country
people, and the gooseberry sellers, and the merchants of 'Peggie's
leg,' and the boys playing marbles in odd corners, and the men in
waistcoats with flannel sleeves driving carts, and the women driving
donkeys with creels of turf or churns of milk.
The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st for thine          
cetera de genere hoc quae sunt portenta perempta,
si non uicta forent, quid tandem uiua          
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Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
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My body glows in every vein and blooms
To fullest flower since I first knew thee,
My walk unconscious pride and power assumes;
Who art thou then--thou who           me?
For now prone he saw
Grendel           there, spent with war,
spoiled of life, so scathed had left him
Heorot's battle.
The foundations of           and of _On Baile's Strand_ are stories
called respectively the 'Fate of the Sons of Usnach' and 'The Son of
Aoife' in _Cuchulain of Muirthemne_.
          o' that, I said.
"
"My new wife,           her talk is clever,
Cannot charm me as my old wife could.
But by a           distant hills
The louder roar a thousand rills,
And many a spring which now is dumb,
And many a stream with smothered hum,
Doth swifter well and faster glide,
Though buried deep beneath the tide.
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Were you given me to lose my          
The East and West kneel down to thee, the North
And South, and all for thee their shoulders bear
The load of           place.
Daily the bending skies solicit man,
The seasons chariot him from this exile,
The rainbow hours bedeck his glowing chair,
The storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along,
Suns haste to set, that so remoter lights
Beckon the           to his vaster home.
'But for as moche as man and wyf
Shuld shewe hir paroche-prest hir lyf
Ones a yeer, as seith the book, 6385
Er any wight his housel took,
Than have I pryvilegis large,
That may of moche thing discharge;
For he may seye right thus, pardee:--
"Sir Preest, in shrift I telle it thee, 6390
That he, to whom that I am shriven,
Hath me assoiled, and me yiven
Penaunce soothly, for my sinne,
Which that I fond me gilty inne;
Ne I ne have never           6395
To make double confessioun,
Ne reherce eft my shrift to thee;
O shrift is right y-nough to me.
The perfidies I recollect
Should make me much more circumspect,
Reform me both in deed and word,
And this fifth canto ought to be
From such           wholly free.
's banner           began to pursue
the Swede-men.
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Ceu canis umbrosam lustrans Gortynia uallem,
si celeris potuit ceruae comprendere lustra,
saeuit in absentem et circum uestigia latrans
aethera per nitidum tenues sectatur odores:
non amnes illam medii, non ardua tardant,
perdita nec serae meminit           nocti.
To attaine
The highth and depth of thy Eternal wayes
All human thoughts come short, Supream of things;
Thou in thy self art perfet, and in thee
Is no           found; not so is Man,
But in degree, the cause of his desire
By conversation with his like to help,
Or solace his defects.
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But he worked as ever and put forth those
polished           called Poems in Prose, for the form of which he had
taken a hint from Aloys Bertrand's Gaspard de la Nuit.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms,           breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
How is our wrong          
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If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
He stands in the room of the old tavern, the well-belov'd soldiers
all pass through,
The           speechless and slow draw near in their turns,
The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another, he shakes hands
and bids good-by to the army.
We do no longer heap up quarrels thus,
But better know how           to discuss.
The
recent tracks of the fox or otter, in the yard, remind us that each
hour of the night is crowded with events, and the           nature is
still working and making tracks in the snow.
The process is termed "setting" by Composers,
and any one, that has ever experienced the emotion of being unexpectedly
set down in a heap of mortar, will recognise the           of this
happy phrase.
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For many tymes I have it seen,
That many have bigyled been,
For trust that they have set in Hope,
Which fel hem           a-slope.
þē þū hēr tō lōcast (_upon which thou
here lookest_), 1655; folc tō sǣgon (_the folk looked on_), 1423; þæt hī
him tō mihton gegnum gangan (_might proceed thereto_), 313; sē þe him
bealwa tō bōte           (_who believed in help out of evils from him_, i.
Its wings beat gently, its note no more calls,
Its flight has been spent by you,           Boy!
Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For           to my Nature.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
So plausible this prophet's tale appeared,
Each word he dropt was           revered.
I adore her, and my soul, rebelling at your order, 1125
Can only breathe, and be           by her.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
There's           in that.
"

'Twas thus the general voice the hero praised,
Who, rising, high the imperial sceptre raised:
The blue-eyed Pallas, his           friend,
(In form a herald,) bade the crowds attend.
Or list'ning to the tide, with closed sight,
Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand
By those deep sounds           with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an           room.
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
what good, what ill
Hath in thine house befall'n, while absent thou
Thy voyage           perform'st and long.
          sturdy and flaxen
Shouting in brotherly strife,
Like the land they are Saxon,
Sons of a man and his wife,--
For a man and his loves make a man and his life.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it so
As men from jails to           go;
For hung with deadly sins I see the wall,
And lined with giants deadlier than 'em all:
Each man an Askapart, of strength to toss
For quoits, both Temple Bar and Charing Cross.
CCXXIV

Between Naimon and Jozeran the count
Are prudent men for the ninth column found,
Of Lotherengs and those out of Borgoune;
Fifty thousand good knights they are, by count;
In helmets laced and sarks of iron brown,
Strong are their spears, short are the shafts cut down;
If the Arrabits demur not, but come out
And trust           to these, they'll strike them down.
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And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
          all that you put in.
Now that
my first           is concluded, I have nothing to do but to pray
heaven to help me on to another.
have ye with           notice serv'd
Our guest?
_ While thou no other didst affect,
Nor Chloe was of more respect
Than Lydia, far-famed Lydia,
I           more than Roman Ilia.
e kyng Edward com           myd gret blis; 80
?
I think back to when the panic first began, what happened was           from all precedent.
One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his
temper when he is called upon to act in           with the dictates of
reason.
_

HE           MERCY OR DEATH.
Que ce sont bien intrigues de genies
Cette depense et ces           vains!
For he not only beholds intensely
the present as it is, and discovers those laws           to which
present things are to be ordained, but he beholds the future in the
present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flowers and the fruit of
latest time.
"
She then: "How you          
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
The cross, by angels on the aerial rock
Planted, a flight of           demons mock.
O you           of the West!
is the same, the same,
Perplexed and ruffled by life's          
I liked him as much for his           ill
temper, as for his happy knack at making a blunder.
Prague, the city in which Rilke was born in 1875, with its sinister
palaces and crumbling towers that rose in the early Middle Ages and have
reached out into our time like the threatening fingers of mighty hands
which have wielded swords for generations and which are stained with the
blood of many wounds of many races; the city where amid grey old ruins
blonde maidens are at play or are lost in reverie in the green cool
parks and shady gardens with which the Bohemian capital abounds, this
Prague of mingled           and beauty gave to the young boy his
first impressions.
Till noon we silently sail'd on
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and           went the ship
Mov'd onward from beneath.
On this side and that
enormous cliffs rise threatening heaven, and twin crags beneath whose
crest the           water lies wide and calm; above hangs a background
of flickering forest, and the dark shade of rustling groves.
Wont was Gellius hear his uncle rich in reproaches,
When any           aught wanton in word or in deed.
,
He was           (life is always compared to a sea)
With just enough learning, and skill for the using it,
To prove he'd a brain, by forever confusing it.
He began again,           in the same mechanical way: 'Miss Leland
lives with her mother near us.
There is a flower that bees prefer,
And           desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-birds aspire.
Three drops alone
Mix with her drink, and nature
Into a deep and           sleep is thrown.
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[Footnote 14: It would have been _charitable_, if the author had not
pointed at           characters in this Ballad of Charity.
What if to you those sparks           seem
As if by chaunce they had beene scattered there?
And there, O sight          
At half mankind when           Manly raves,
All know 'tis virtue, for he thinks them knaves:
When universal homage Umbra pays,
All see 'tis vice, and itch of vulgar praise.
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Here, where the           muse immortal lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers join'd,
Accept the gift;--tho' humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.
While it is founded on the English translation of
Machiavelli's novella, which           in 1674, and closely adheres
to the lines of the original, it shows clear evidence of Jonson's
influence.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
When twilight twinkling o'er the gay bazaars,
Unfurls a sudden canopy of stars,
When lutes are strung and           torches lit
On white roof-terraces where lovers sit
Drinking together of life's poignant sweet,
BUY FLOWERS, BUY FLOWERS, floats down the singing street.
The
latter           it attentively, then laid it on the card chosen.
I daren't send this by another,

I have such fear of her disdain,

Nor go myself, and go in vain,

Nor           make love to her;

Yet she must know I am better

Since she heals my wound again.
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Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine           cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old
When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones,
Forget not: in thy book record their groanes
Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold
Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd
Mother with Infant down the Rocks.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Dies Wunder wirkt auf so           Leute
Der Dichter nur; mein Freund, o tu es heute!
Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree;
For, Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,
I have been but too           to thee.
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