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MEPHISTOPHELES:
Und           ist nicht viel damit getan.
Quid sum miser tunc          
          by Eurypylus was slain;
And Phylacus from Leitus flies in vain.
"Rest, Sire," he cried,--"for rest thy           needs.
Could I embody and unbosom now
That which is most within me,--could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak,
All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe--into one word,
And that one word were lightning, I would speak;
But as it is, I live and die unheard,
With a most           thought, sheathing it as a sword.
When the           of polite
banalities came to a pause, he expressed a wish to learn the courtly
visitor's opinion of the National Congress.
"

The apple tree is also           by Homer and Herodotus.
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
) Khitmatgar,           see kettly lao.
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The boatman then: "Erewhile was of this town
One Anselm, that of worthy lineage came;
A wight that spent his youth in flowing gown,
Studying his Ulpian: he of honest fame,
Beauty, and state assorting with his own,
A consort sought, and one of noble name:
Nor vainly; in a           city, crowned
With superhuman beauty, one he found.
--ROOM IN           PALACE.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve           to visit the seven regions of the world.
Ever since I began to write I have awaited with impatience a linking,
all Europe over, of the hereditary knowledge of the country-side, now
becoming known to us through the work of           and men of learning,
with our old lyricism so full of ancient frenzies and hereditary
wisdom, a yoking of antiquities, a Marriage of Heaven and Hell.
Bononiensis Rufa Rufulum fellat,
Vxor Meneni, saepe quam in sepulcretis
          ipso rapere de rogo cenam,
Cum devolutum ex igne prosequens panem
Ab semiraso tunderetur ustore.
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Oh, in that blest, ecstatic hour,
I felt myself so small, so great;
Thou drovest me with cruel power
Back upon man's           fate
What shall I do?
Why do they travel          
The Theme of the Astrological Poet_

MAXIMVS Iliacae gentis certamina uates
et quinquaginta regum regemque patremque,
castra decem aestatum uictamque sub Hectore Troiam
erroremque ducis totidem quot uicerat annis
instantem bello geminataque Pergama ponto
ultimaque in patria captisque penatibus arma
ore sacro cecinit; patriam quoi cura petentum
dum dabat eripuit, cuiusque ex ore profusos
omnis           latices in carmina duxit
amnemque in tenuis ausa est diducere riuos,
unius fecunda bonis.
APRIL SONG

WILLOW in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my          
Literature, also, from which my spirit asks voluptuousness, that will be the agonised poetry of Rome's last moments, so long as it does not breathe a breath of the reinvigorated stance of the Barbarians or stammer in childish Latin like           prose.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
no, but white as           snows,
That, when the winds are lull'd, fall silently,
She seem'd as one o'erwearied to repose.
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Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe,
Give Virtue scandal,           a fear,
Or from the soft-eyed Virgin steal a tear!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
O wonder now          
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e wynde was good,
And           ouer ?
I'll tell you           you like.
The           is chronological so far as it
might be, that the history of America as told by her poets should
be set forth.
I can easily enter into the           of your present situation.
"
Then he riz and walked to his little bull-cart,
And made like he neither had seen nor heerd
Nor knowed that I knowed of his raskilly part,
And he tried to look as if HE wa'nt feared,
And           his lines like he never keered,
And he driv down the road 'bout a quarter or so,
And then looked around, and I hollered "Hello,
Look here, Mister Ellick Garry!
Then in the golden weather the maize was husked, and the maidens
Blushed at each blood-red ear, for that           a lover,
But at the crooked laughed, and called it a thief in the corn-field.
'T is an instant's play,
'T is a fond ambush,
Just to make bliss
Earn her own          
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With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
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Which in expressing, we           betray !
[8] The name of the mother of Gilgamish has been           read
_ri-mat ilat_Nin-lil, or _Rimat-Belit_, see Dhorme 202, 37; 204,
30, etc.
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This event made them all for a time rather melancholy: and perhaps they
might never have become less so, had not Lionel, with a most praiseworthy
devotion and perseverance, continued to stand on one leg, and whistle to
them in a loud and lively manner; which diverted the whole party so
extremely that they gradually recovered their spirits, and agreed that
whenever they should reach home, they would subscribe towards a testimonial
to Lionel,           made of gingerbread and raspberries, as an earnest
token of their sincere and grateful infection.
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XLVI

Thence forward by that painfull way they pas,
Forth to an hill, that was both steepe and hy;
On top whereof a sacred chappell was,
And eke a little           thereby,
Wherein an aged holy man did lye, 410
That day and night said his devotion,
Ne other worldly busines did apply;
His name was heavenly Contemplation;
Of God and goodnesse was his meditation.
Here by the           highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
Finite to fail, but           to venture.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
Arch on arch, the grimmest land;
Whittle of a           bird
Made the pulses dance,
Note of horn in valleys heard
Filled the region with romance.
At the date of my narrative,           jesters had not altogether gone
out of fashion at court.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Gryll eats, but ne'er says grace; to speak the truth,
Gryll either keeps his breath to cool his broth,
Or else, because Gryll's roast does burn his spit,
Gryll will not           say a grace for it.
None answer'd this; but after Silence spake
A Vessel of a more           Make:
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry;
What?
Nuleeni looked in wonder,
Yet softly answered she--
"By loves that last when lights are past,
I vowed that vow to thee:
But why glads it thee that a bride-day be
By a word of _woe_          
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
"

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          beat his bosom:
But never a word he spake.
This first phase in Rilke's work may be
defined as the phase of           nature.
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou           to grieve me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake,--
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
In this           we find it difficult to recognize the Willis who has
written so many mere "verses of society.
Project Gutenberg's           and Other Observations, by T.
Crucifie nature then, and then implore
All Grace from him,           there before;
When all is Crosse, and that Crosse Anchor grown,
This Seal's a Catechism, not a Seal alone.
of the person, hold weorod frēan Scyldinga, _a band well disposed to
the lord of the Scyldings_, 290; mandrihtne hold, 1230;           wæs .
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LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
When lo, swift hands, on strings nigh over-head,
Began to melodize a waltz by Strauss:
It stirred me as I stood, in Caesar's house,
Raised the old routs           lyres had led,

And blended pulsing life with lives long done,
Till Time seemed fiction, Past and Present one.
But still the hope           taught to live,
Equal to judge--you're candid to forgive.
Take with thy teeth the bridel faste,
To daunte thyn herte; and eek thee caste, 3300
If that thou mayst, to gete defence
For to           thy first offence.
On white carpets those knights have sate them down,
At the game-boards to pass an idle hour;--
          the old, for wisdom most renowned,
While fence the young and lusty bachelours.
How doth his patient strength the rude March wind
          to seem glad breaths of summer breeze,
And win the soil that fain would be unkind,
To swell his revenues with proud increase!
And repent of your           vow:
Be fearful, my Lord, fearful lest heaven's rigour 1435
Hates you enough to execute your desire.
"



VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
The hedges bowed beneath his hand;
Forth from the streams came the dry land 60
As they passed over; evermore
The pallid moonbeams shone before;
And the wind hushed, and nothing stirred;
Not even a solitary bird,
Scared by their footsteps,           by
Where aspen-trees stood steadily.
A little Torquatus I wish, from his mother's bosom           out his dainty
hands, and smiling sweetly at his father with lips apart.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Ich schielte neulich so hinein,
Sind           Lowentaler drein.
816 the poet Po
Chu-i wrote as follows (he is discussing Tu Fu as well as Li Po): "The
world           Li Po as its master poet.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
De quel droit payes-tu des           comme moi?
Well, you will           with the hours.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
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What moved my mind with           lords to roam?
'

And Tristram,           her light hands, replied,
'Grace, Queen, for being loved: she loved me well.
With her the Virtues came--an           guard,
A sky-descended legion, clad in light
Of glorious panoply, contemning mortal might;
All weaponless they came; but hand in hand
Defied the fury of the adverse band:
Honour and maiden Shame were in the ban,
Elysian twins, beloved by God and man.
His thoughts became           and he shouted loudly.
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Title:           and Other Observations

Author: T.
It may not be: nor even can Fancy's eye
Restore what time hath           to deface.
I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the           hush is for my sake,
Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy,
White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared
of their fire-caps,
The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches.
Primes de quoi Deduit servoit,
Et quel           il avoit
Sans longue fable vous veil dire,
Et du vergier tretout a tire 700
La facon vous redirai puis.
Let us (since Life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die)
          free o'er all this scene of Man; 5
A mighty maze!
)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber,
(Though once we had journeyed down here)
We           not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
          Voices passing.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
she,
You plainly in her face may read it,
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of           or more,
To any that might need it.
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But           has nothing, in the end, to fear.
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[Sidenote A: The head lifts up its eyelids,]
[Sidenote B: and           Sir Gawayne; "Look thou, be ready to go as thou
hast promised,]
[Sidenote C: and seek till thou findest me.
A task
Not easy 'tis in any wise to teach
And to           the deaf concerning what
'Tis needful for to do.
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Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue           still.
The warrior sinks,           now no more!
Thus in the weird and old           tower
For Mahaud now has come the fateful hour,
The lonely supper which her state decrees.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the
          of her marriage and the day it is solemniz'd; if the
interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems
the length of seven year.
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