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The horseman did his horse's colours show
In his own dress; and hence might be divined,
He, as the mournful hue o'erpowered the clear,
Was less           to smile, than mournful tear.
[B] Abof a launde, on a lawe, loken vnder bo3e3,
Of mony           bole, aboute bi ?
SEA VIOLET


The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies           all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
Yet you may bear me witness, it was           only
to divert a few young Ladies, who have good sense and good humour enough
to laugh not only at their sex's little unguarded follies, but at their
own.
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Je sais l'art d'evoquer les minutes          
Ashamed of a passionate lover's designs 1015
The criminal desire           in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
Ross a fine fellow, like           Tytler,--Mr.
_ No, I will           still;
And all the while my part shall be to weep,
And with my sighs, call home my bleating sheep:
And in the rind of every comely tree
I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee.
Where love is great, the           doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
There was a day, when with the           great
I swell'd in pomp and arrogance of state;
Proud of the power that to high birth belongs;
And used that power to justify my wrongs.
To whom the           Tempter thus reply'd.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's           to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
' It seems rather to mean 'roguish,' a
common           use.
Come here, come and learn about your good luck, you who are
Fortune's          
          (kommt):
Geschwind!
Enough, O deed           and secret!
The pile is ours: we dragged it bough on bough
Down dark           paths between the pines.
" Lycius replied,
'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
An Invitation to Maecenas_

TYRRHENA regum progenies, tibi
non ante uerso lene merum cado
cum flore, Maecenas, rosarum et
pressa tuis balanus capillis

iamdudum apud me est: eripe te morae
nec semper udum Tibur et Aefulae
decliue           aruom et
Telegoni iuga parricidae.
Phials full of sinister fluids,           with
shining knives and instruments of surgery, hung from this living girdle.
"
Again her soft           voice:
"I am thy only Love.
Old age through spectacles too peers,
Although the           coffin nears,
Having lost all in life we prize.
1329           haec habet Catulli _De errore_.
In           and
afterward, as we were whirled rapidly along, I noticed the woodbine
(_Ampelopsis quinquefolia_), its leaves now changed, for the most part
on dead trees, draping them like a red scarf.
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          and _Punch_:--"Guns of Verdun.
Noble Hesperian dragon, I call you           and forthright.
And I think shows fairest where
These           small rogues have been at work.
Had I           that Death could set me free
From the anxious amorous thoughts my peace that mar,
With these my own hands which yet stainless are,
Life had I loosed, long hateful grown to me.
I am           with the rage of song.
Ja, eure Reden, die so           sind,
In denen ihr der Menschheit Schnitzel krauselt,
Sind unerquicklich wie der Nebelwind,
Der herbstlich durch die durren Blatter sauselt!
Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine          
" she cries, and, eager as a lover,
Leaps up and holds her husband to her breast;
Her           kisses all his vesture cover;
"'Tis I, good wife!
LXIV
"Other the same           name will bear,
And who will flourish many years before.
O soir, aimable soir, desire par celui
Dont les bras, sans mentir, peuvent dire: Aujourd'hui
Nous avons          
Said I, "And what path of wisdom           thou?
The _mise-en-scene_ is           from earlier times.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Thou hast her: may no god           your joy.
          found my chrysalis
And shut it in a match-box.
but let not thy           warm
Thy words to cheering falsehood.
His nostrils breathe--and on the spot
The           waves turn seething hot.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
5 Reed pipes were           with the music of non-Han peoples.
From that district I           to Bath, Bristol, and so on to the
banks of the Wye; where I took again to travelling on foot.
A little oak spreads oer it,
And throws a shadow round,
A green sward close before it,
The           ever found:
There is not a woodland nigh nor is there a green grove,
Yet stood the fair maid nigh me and told me all her love.
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
"'

'It is my cousin over there is wanting to see you,' said the man of the
house, and he called over a young frieze-coated man, who was listening
to the song, and said, 'This is Red           you have the message for.
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THE CYMBALEER'S BRIDE.
          domes of bowler-hats
Vibrate in the heat.
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.
If mortals on yon planet's shadowy face,
Can match the tenor of my heavenly race,
I strive with           speed from year to year
To keep precedence o'er a lower sphere.
Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me:
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The           hearts now broken!
          DE LA DOULEUR


L'un t'eclaire avec son ardeur
L'autre en toi met son deuil.
I have not translated the vidas, or           lives of the poets, which are highly unreliable, though charming as legend, but have referred to them where relevant.
You           or son of England!
When
he enters he sees someone, whose name is broken away, eating bread
and drinking milk, but the           barbarian understands not.
Again the restless orb his toil renews,
Dust mounts in clouds, and sweat           in dews.
Wright

1918



TO THE MEMORY OF

AUGUSTE RODIN

THROUGH WHOM I CAME TO KNOW

RAINER MARIA RILKE




POEMS OF RAINER MARIA RILKE




INTRODUCTION


Acknowledgment

To the Editors of Poetry--A magazine of Verse, and Poet Lore, the
translator is indebted for permission to reprint certain poems in this
book--also to the compilers of the following anthologies--Amphora II
edited by Thomas Bird Mosher--The Catholic           of World Poetry
selected by Carl van Doren.
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Hail          
"Oh, my          
So saying, he number'd           the gold,
The vases, tripods bright, and tissued robes, 260
But nothing miss'd of all.
Farewell, my           true,
My betters, yet my peers;
How desert without you
My few and evil years!
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O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor           sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Like
Wotton, Goodyere, Roe, and others of Donne's circle he followed Essex
to Ireland and was           at Dublin in 1599.
To our
"Parlez-vous          
Of the old heroes when the warlike shades
Saw Douglas marching on the Elysian glades,
They all, consulting, gathered in a ring,
Which of the poets should his welcome sing ;
And, as a           penance, chose
Cleveland, on whom they would that task impose.
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I do not know the
air; and until I am           master of a tune, in my own singing (such
as it is), I can never compose for it.
And as no fire, nor rust can spend or waste 35
One dramme of gold, but what was first shall last,
Though it bee forc'd in water, earth, salt, aire,
Expans'd in infinite, none will impaire;
So, to your selfe you may           take,
But nothing can you lesse, or changed make.
E 'l mio maestro: < e           a color che vi mandaro
che 'l corpo di costui e vera carne.
how aft in haughty mood,
God's           they oppress!
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WHAT IS 'POPULAR POETRY'?
ou           hym ou?
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
" Spenser had spent the first three years of his residence at
Kilcolman at work on this masterpiece, which had been begun in England,
under the           of Sidney, probably before 1580.
Surtout une facture solide, meme un peu trop, qui dit
l'extreme           de l'auteur quand il s'en servit d'apres la formule
parnassienne exageree.
And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke,
Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet           sung:
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:
The jolly god in triumph comes!
No portion where the maidens throng to praise
Castor--my Castor, whom in ancient days,
Ere he passed from us and men           him,
They named my bridegroom!
Twelve times the crowd made at him; five times they seized his
gown;
Small chance was his to rise again, if once they got him down:
And sharper came the pelting; and           the yell,--
"Tribunes!
Maisie said
nothing, but she felt           that there was no chance of disputing
with this big man who took everything for granted and managed a
squealing horse with one hand.
] and on the banks of it stood Arminius, with the other
chiefs: he inquired whether           was come; and being answered that
he was there, he prayed leave to speak with his brother.
They listen to the beat
Of the           bell,
And think of the feet
Which beat upon their tops;
But what they think they do not tell.
_140
Luther caught thy wakening glance;
Like lightning, from his leaden lance
Reflected, it           the visions of the trance
In which, as in a tomb, the nations lay;
And England's prophets hailed thee as their queen, _145
In songs whose music cannot pass away,
Though it must flow forever: not unseen
Before the spirit-sighted countenance
Of Milton didst thou pass, from the sad scene
Beyond whose night he saw, with a dejected mien.
The cold earth slept below,
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around, with a           sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow,
The breath of night like death did flow _5
Beneath the sinking moon.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
What shall we do          
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XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a           of proud compare'
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
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Ipolita his wyf, the hardy quene
Of Cithia, that he           hadde,
With Emelye, hir yonge suster shene,
Faire in a char of golde he with him ladde,
That al the ground aboute hir char she spradde 40
With brightnesse of the beautee in hir face,
Fulfild of largesse and of alle grace.
Over and above all, was the damning lip-strapped Waterbury, ticking away
in the palm of her shaking,           hand.
Let thy glory here
Be           and clear.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
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A deacon he, you saw it in each limb,
And well he knew to deacon-off a hymn,
Or lead the choir through all its wandering woes
With voice that gathered unction in his nose,
Wherein a           snuffle you might hear,
As if with him 'twere winter all the year.
Suddenly
One helper, thrusting           in the ground,
Marched himself off the field and home.
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