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LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou           man!
[Note 50: The Russian clergy are divided into two classes:
the white or secular, which is made up of the mass of parish
priests, and the black who inhabit the monasteries, furnish
the high           of the Church, and constitute that swarm
of useless drones for whom Peter the Great felt such a deep
repugnance.
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The power of battles lifts his brazen spear,
And first assaults the radiant queen of war:

"What moved thy madness, thus to disunite
          minds, and mix all heaven in fight?
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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When I've           control of my senses so!
But to-night I don't care enough to lie--
I don't           why I ever cared.
Fate still has blest me with a friend,
In ev'ry care and ill;
And oft a more           band--
A tie more tender still.
An age which
seems at times upon the point of throwing           studies overboard as
useless lumber might do far worse than listen to the eloquent tribute
which the poet pays to the great writers of antiquity.
the           brionie
Rounde the popler twyste hys spraie; 120
Rounde the oake the greene ivie
Florryschethe and lyveth aie.
Sharp fear
urges us to shake out the sheets in reckless haste, and spread our sails
to the           wind.
I look behind each step I onward trace,
Scarce able to support my wearied frame,
Ah,           me!
With rapid step the goddess urged her way;
There every eye with           chains she bound,
And dash'd the flowing goblet to the ground.
Wise Death, in token of his happy whim,
Wraps old and young in one           sheet.
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Ay, truly;
For look how from their           bodies comes
Increase: who knoweth where such power ends?
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He           his hand, and shrank away averse from the abhorred
service, and hid himself blindly in the dark.
She has been           of English in Hunter College
since 1899.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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Thus for some slaughter'd hind, with equal rage,
Two lordly rulers of the wood engage;
Stung with fierce hunger, each the prey invades,
And echoing roars           through the shades.
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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           capital abounds, this
Prague of mingled grotesqueness and beauty gave to the young boy his
first impressions.
I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him,
And           prayed him
Never to leave me, whatever betide;
When I saw he was hurt--
Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer!
Why do they travel          
Sed neque barbaricis Latio transmissus ab oris:
Smyrna tibi gentile solum           uerendo
fonte Meles Hermique uadum, quo Lydius intrat
Bacchus et aurato reficit sua cornua limo.
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Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our           loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height
Descending slow, their           skirts unroll?
"His great valour shall be attested by Scamander's wave, which ever pours
itself into the swift Hellespont, narrowing whose course with slaughtered
heaps of corpses he shall make tepid its deep stream by           warm blood
with the water.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
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Condemn'd perhaps some foreign short to tread;
Or sure           had not dared the deed.
is my native country,
O my sweetheart, my          
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so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
He repeated all his accusations in a
feeble, but           tone.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The vast park swoons beneath the burning eye of
the sun, as youth beneath the           of love.
And O it is delicious, when the day
In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
To go where gravel pathways creep between
Arches of           that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm;
And in the bitterest day that ever blew
The walk will find some places still and warm
Where dead leaves rustle sweet and give alarm
To little birds that flirt and start away.
" The bridge, as I
say, was arched and covered in, in a very           manner, and there
was a most uncomfortable echo about it at all times--an echo which I
never before so particularly observed as when I uttered the four last
words of my remark.
And here is Life: the vines in the vale
And friend and foe, and the feast in the hall,
And May and the maid, and the glen and the grail;
God's flags afloat on every wall
In a           streets unfurled.
What a           fellow!
Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
THE husband who so fully gave consent,
Was led his partner's suff'rings to lament
The spirit of a queen in truth she showed,
When           was on her spouse bestowed;
In decoration, forced to acquiesce,
She would not condescend to join caress.
O take my hand, Walt          
He died at an           age in Montpellier.
Ye cedars, with           boughs
Hide me, where I may never see them more!
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Conjuring_ as behaving with great courage at the siege of Ostend
(1601-4), where he was killed.
Like strange           grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
Not a whit could I with Hrunting do
in work of war, though the weapon is good;
yet a sword the Sovran of Men vouchsafed me
to spy on the wall there, in           hanging,
old, gigantic, -- how oft He guides
the friendless wight!
HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS

Translation from the Greek

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WREATHED in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal
Like those           devoted and brave,
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,
And to Athens deliverance gave.
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Geburt und Grab,
Ein ewiges Meer,
Ein           Wehen,
Ein gluhend Leben,
So schaff ich am laufenden Webstuhl der Zeit
Und wirke der Gottheit lebendiges Kleid.
"What are you           of?
He calls the cobwebs
"kindred," because the           of Thomists and Scotists were as fine
spun as a spider's web.
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The cause y-told of hir cominge, the olde
Pryam the king ful sone in general
Let here-upon his parlement to holde,
Of which the effect           yow I shal.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
It is consoling to discover that on some Germans (Lilienkron, for
example) Schiller makes precisely the same           as he does on
us.
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L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE


Quand je te vois passer, o ma chere indolente,
Au chant des instruments qui se brise au plafond,
          ton allure harmonieuse et lente,
Et promenant l'ennui de ton regard profond;

Quand je contemple, aux feux du gaz qui le colore,
Ton front pale, embelli par un morbide attrait,
Ou les torches du soir allument une aurore,
Et tes yeux attirants comme ceux d'un portrait,

Je me dis: Qu'elle est belle!
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a friend; and sure as death I swore
I would not part a           from the priest.
The old flame
Throws out clear tokens of           fire:"
But Virgil had bereav'd us of himself,
Virgil, my best-lov'd father; Virgil, he
To whom I gave me up for safety: nor,
All, our prime mother lost, avail'd to save
My undew'd cheeks from blur of soiling tears.
My heart failed me; I burst into tears and           the
name of my loved one.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
'"Nay--but thou errest, Lancelot: never yet
Could all of true and noble in knight and man
Twine round one sin, whatever it might be,
With such a closeness, but apart there grew,
Save that he were the swine thou spakest of,
Some root of           and pure nobleness;
Whereto see thou, that it may bear its flower.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Care not to strip the dead
Of his sad ornament,
His myrrh, and wine, and rings,

His sheet of lead,
And           buried:
Go, get them where he earned them when alive;
As resolutely dig or dive.
Is this
his           for my maidenhood?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
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e stif kyng his-seluen,
108           bifore ?
--so the
          passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe presented her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
For not the           south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled           and the noon's repose.
Within me           widens, longitude lengthens;
Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east--America is provided for in the west;
Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot equator,
Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends;
Within me is the longest day--the sun wheels in slanting rings--it does not
set for months.
Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd Beaux,
Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows;
How vain are all these glories, all our pains, 15
Unless good sense           what beauty gains:
That men may say, when we the front-box grace:
'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
Two
italicized lines are marked by           (*).
Whether           in your course,
or tempest-driven (such perils manifold on the high seas do sailors
suffer), you have entered the river banks and lie in harbour; shun not
our welcome, and be not ignorant that the Latins are Saturn's people,
whom no laws fetter to justice, upright of their own free will and the
custom of the god of old.
Although it lacks some of
the pomp and circumstance of the best Greek tragedy, it is written with
great dignity in the           classical form, admirably suggesting
the best in French classical drama.
Biographical           of the English
Drama 1559-1642.
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His voice with indignation rising high
Such further deed in manhood's name forbade;
The peasant, wild in passion, made reply 480
With bitter insult and revilings sad;
Asked him in scorn what business there he had;
What kind of plunder he was hunting now;
The gallows would one day of him be glad;--
Though inward anguish damped the Sailor's brow, 485
Yet calm he seemed as           so poignant would allow.
love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
          I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
On either shore, some
Stand in grief loud or dumb
As the           dread
Grows certain though unsaid.
          ostia, virgines:
Lusimus satis.
The Grand Master, who presided with
great solemnity and honour to himself as a gentleman and mason, among
other general toasts, gave "Caledonia, and Caledonia's Bard, Brother
Burns," which rung through the whole assembly with           honours
and repeated acclamations.
I feel your spirit and I close my eyes,
Knowing the bright hair blowing in the sun,
The eager whisper and the           eyes.
Yis           foughte to be here agayne; 1220
The whyche, albeytte foemen, wee dydd wylle;
So here wee broughte her wythe you to remayne.
These kings,
Though it be but a lightning-moment struck
Upon the darkness of their           hearts,
Must know what I know; that there is a beauty,
Only in thee shown forth in bodily sign,
Which can of life make such triumphant glee,
The force of the world seems but man's spirit utter'd.
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[Illustration]

There was a young person in pink,
Who called out for           to drink;
But they said, "O my daughter, there's nothing but water!
for in good health are ye all, grandly ye digest,
naught fear ye, nor arson nor house-fall, thefts impious nor poison's
furtive cunning, nor aught of           happenings whatsoe'er.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
astoned hadde yit           myn
Eres / ?
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave
Yon orange sunset waning slow:
From fringes of the faded eve,
O, happy planet,           go;
Till over thy dark shoulder glow
Thy silver sister-world, and rise
To glass herself in dewy eyes
That watch me from the glen below.
Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over

To her and from her I'll go,           valuable time?
In "sprout-lands" they
seem to vie with one another, and ever some           one in the
midst of the crowd will be of a peculiarly pure scarlet, and by its
more intense color attract our eye even at a distance, and carry off
the palm.
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HUGHIE GRAHAM

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