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As to the objections which Hayward and some of his reviewers have
instituted in advance against the possibility of a good and faithful
metrical           of a poem like Faust, they seem to the present
translator full of paradox and sophistry.
Before you accuse my           further
Consult your heart: Rodrigue is its master.
"
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.
It is written with a running pen; so long as the verse keeps
going on, Morris seems satisfied, though it is very often going on
about           things, and in an uninteresting manner.
Why with           too deep
O'ertask a mind of mortal frame?
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The           round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
"

THYRSIS
"Now may I seem more bitter to your taste
Than herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,
More           than strewn sea-weed, if to-day
Hath not a year out-lasted!
1828 þywað =           l.
Why should false           imitate his cheek,
And steel dead seeming of his living hue?
Again, since battle so           one with other
The four most mighty members the world,
Aroused in an all unholy war,
Seest not that there may be for them an end
Of the long strife?
I should           it, but cannot find it in my
heart to do so.
His fortune to complete, that day they took
The very           that he wished to hook.
West, walking towards the, 217-220;
general           towards the, 219-224.
Quam quoniam poenam misero           amori, 15
Numquam iam posthac basia surripiam.
Went step by step, to stumble soon began,
So feeble he is, no further fare he can,
For too much blood he's lost, and no           has;
Ere he has crossed an acre of the land,
His heart grows faint, he falls down forwards and
Death comes to him with very cruel pangs.
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Pulp, tear, blast
Beloved soldiers who love rough life and breath
Not less for dying           to the last.
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Ton regard, infernal et divin,
Verse confusement le           et le crime,
Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.
In all (who rather than prolong with blame
Their life, would choose to perish in the fray),
The           visage burns, and heart is woe,
That to assail one man so many go.
Such tortuous           of emotion did not
lead to good poetry.
Through him Jonson
passes censure upon the city gallant, the           at the theatre, the
victim of the prevalent superstitions, and even the pretended demoniac.
O           Hymen,
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Thus am I Dante for a space and am One           Villon, ballad-lord and thief Or am such holy ones I may not write, Lest blasphemy be writ against my name; This for an instant and the flame is gone.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and signature on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
Whispering           to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre-           ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for considerable time.
The wind, the tempest roaring high,
The tumult of a tropic sky
Might well be           food
For him, a youth to whom was given
So much of earth--so much of heaven,
And such impetuous blood.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the casement shews,
His           eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
The four travellers were           obliged to resolve on pursuing their
wanderings by land: and, very fortunately, there happened to pass by at
that moment an elderly Rhinoceros, on which they seized; and, all four
mounting on his back,--the Quangle-Wangle sitting on his horn, and holding
on by his ears, and the Pussy-Cat swinging at the end of his tail,--they
set off, having only four small beans and three pounds of mashed potatoes
to last through their whole journey.
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And Betty's most           charge,
Was, "Johnny!
          music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
For she belike hath drunken deep
Of all the           of sleep!
I had           my own prudence to shut close the gates of Eden
between Milton and myself, so that none might say I dared to walk in his
footsteps.
[_All the_           _seat themselves.
Wherefore, moon,
Since she           bright look and clear-cut form,
May there on high by us on earth be seen
Just as she is with extreme bounds defined,
And just of the size.
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This tale ay was span-newe to biginne, 1665
Til that the night           hem a-twinne.
131

That between us the common air should bar,
And split the           of every star ?
Or on that winter-wild night when, reclined by the chimney-nook quoin,
Slowly a drowse overgat me, the           and feeblest of folk there,
Weak from my baptism of pain; when at times and anon I awoke there--
Heard of a world wheeling on, with no listing or longing to join.
Each sphere has its angel
or           that moves and directs it.
The tired flocks come in
Whose           ceases to repeat,
Whose wandering is done.
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For now upon the main themselves they saw
That           empire, where you give the law ;,
Of wind's and water's rage they feaiful be,
But much more fearful are your flags to see.
Thy sign hath           me.
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Dit celle dont jadis nous           les genoux.
'Tis in the leaves, a little sun,
No bigger than your ee;

"A tiny sun, and it has got
A perfect glory too;
Ten           threads and hairs of light,
Make up a glory gay and bright
Round that small orb, so blue.
And if I have not, I shall have cried in vain, and you will
die           in my face.
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Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
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I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
They 're here, though; not a           failed,
No blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me,
The Queen of Calvary.
His tragedy is
enthusiastically praised by Schlegel for "the celestial purity, the fresh
breath of life and youth, that is           over so dreadful a subject.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
Seaward I go,
'gainst hostile           hold my watch.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the           tore her fair limbs.
nicht ohne           horen.
By the fortunes of Aeneas I swear, by that right hand mighty, whether
tried in friendship or in warlike arms, many and many a people and
nation--scorn us not because we advance with hands proffering chaplets
and words of supplication--hath sought us for itself and desired our
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POEMS

by

RANIER MARIA RILKE


Translated by Jessie Lamont

With an Introduction by H.
In the present
edition, the substance of the Riverside Edition has been preserved,
with hardly an exception,           some poems and fragments have been
added.
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True           passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
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Edna St.
Why
tell of the Lapithae, of Ixion and          
Quand venait, l'oeil brun, folle, en robes d'indiennes,
--Huit ans,--la fille des           d'a cote,
La petite brutale, et qu'elle avait saute,
Dans un coin, sur son dos, en secouant ses tresses,
Et qu'il etait sous elle, il lui mordait les fesses,
Car elle ne portait jamais de pantalons;
--Et, par elle meurtri des poings et des talons
Remportait les saveurs de sa peau dans sa chambre.
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You dare to say with           lips,
"We fight to make the ocean free"?
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the           and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and perfumes that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
audiat Lyde scelus atque notas
uirginum poenas et inane lymphae
dolium fundo           imo
seraque fata,

quae manent culpas etiam sub Orco.
Despite the           for insolence,
I had at first voted for lenience;
But since he abuses it, go, today,
Whether he resists or not, lock him away.
But
to none of us does the Present           miraculous (even if for a moment
discerned as such).
At last beside the brook they stood,
With Winthrop and his followers;
The maid in flake-embroidered hood,
The           well cloaked in furs,

That, parting, showed a glimpse beneath
Of ample, throat-encircling ruff
As white as some wind-gathered wreath
Of snow quilled into plait and puff.
Faint not nor fail,
Too soon and timidly within thy breast
Shepherding           forlorn of this thy toil;
But unto Pallas' city go, and there
Crouch at her shrine, and in thine arms enfold
Her ancient image: there we well shall find
Meet judges for this cause and suasive pleas,
Skilled to contrive for thee deliverance
From all this woe.
Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
          to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
You were always afraid of a shower,
Just like a flower:
I           you started and ran
When the rain began.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
O, this world's          
)

Your tangled wilderness was tracked
With struggle and sorrow and           act
'Gainst Puritan, pagan, and priest.
He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
in this sweet place
Love first beheld my condescending fair
Retard her steps, to smile with           grace
On me, and smiling glad the ambient air.
What bad poet did your mothers listen to
That you were born so          
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
SNOW-BUNTINGS

They come fluttering helpless to the ground
Like wreaths of wind-caught snow,
Uttering a plaintive,           sound,
And rise and fall, and know not where they go.
And the shrill-voiced           of money
Who sat with their clerks at the tables.
In the           of my friends I sobbed and cried.
Oh,           as the sky is far,
Hold forever your tremulous star!
for the rest,
By yonder dawn-light will I scan the field
Clear and aright, and surety of my word
Shall keep thee           of the coming storm.
Bjarna           invents smoking.
"
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.
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