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Gualter it is, who           Maelgut,
And nephew was to hoary old Drouin;
My vassalage thou ever thoughtest good.
e           of folk ?
I observed that they always removed or settled their hats with both
hands, and wore watches, with short gold chains of a           and
ancient pattern.
Might you           with your leisure, I would by and by have
some speech with you; the satisfaction I would require is
likewise your own benefit.
You felt           entwined
As a great storm would round you wind.
Such views the youthful bard allure,
But,           of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
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All at once, as if in play,

Mademoiselle, she who moots

A wish to hear how it sounds today

The wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray

Tried out here in a country place

Was better when I put them away

To look more closely at your face

Yes this vain           I suppress

In so far as I can create

Given my fingers pure distress

It lacks the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear

Childlike laughter that charms the air.
Now what the speed to matter's atoms given
Thou mayest in few, my Memmius, learn from this:
When first the dawn is sprinkling with new light
The lands, and all the breed of birds abroad
Flit round the trackless forests, with liquid notes
Filling the regions along the mellow air,
We see 'tis forthwith manifest to man
How suddenly the risen sun is wont
At such an hour to overspread and clothe
The whole with its own splendour; but the sun's
Warm           and this serene light
Travel not down an empty void; and thus
They are compelled more slowly to advance,
Whilst, as it were, they cleave the waves of air;
Nor one by one travel these particles
Of the warm exhalations, but are all
Entangled and enmassed, whereby at once
Each is restrained by each, and from without
Checked, till compelled more slowly to advance.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
No less than you, to wed her I expect;
And if your fortunes here my wealth transcend,
As           of the king, as you, above
You, am I happy in his daughter's love.
Pleasantly murmured the brook, as they crossed the ford in the forest,
Pleased with the image that passed, like a dream of love through its bosom,
Tremulous,           in air, o'er the depths of the azure abysses.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Here would I stay, and let the world
With its distant thunder roar and roll;
Storms do not rend the sail that is furled;
Nor like a dead leaf, tossed and whirled
In an eddy of wind, is the           soul.
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Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye and ear, both what they half-create,[5]
And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
In nature and the           of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.
Alle men wole holde thee for musarde,
That debonair have founden thee, 4035
It sit thee nought curteis to be;
To do men           or servyse,
In thee it is recreaundyse.
In terror then I turned
My back upon the infernal band, and fled
To my own place, and closed my door; distraught
And like a drunkard who sees all things twice,
With           troubled spirit, chilly and sick,
Wounded by mystery and absurdity!
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou sacrifice          
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
For Fancy's gift
Can mountains lift;
The Muse can knit
What is past, what is done,
With the web that's just begun;
Making free with time and size,
Dwindles here, there magnifies,
Swells a rain-drop to a tun;
So to repeat
No word or feat
Crowds in a day the sum of ages,
And           Love outwits the sages.
The frighted women take the boys away,
The           laughs and hurries on the fray.
She gave him minute           and a key with which to open the street
door.
The other, half a slave to female charms,
Parted his homage to the god of arms
And Love's seductive power: but, close and deep,
Like files that climb'd the           steep
In years of yore, along the sacred way
A martial squadron came in long array.
The bombardiers, now to the regent's view
The thund'ring mortars and the cannon drew;
Yet, at their leader's nod, the sons of flame
(For brave and gen'rous ever are the same)
Withheld their hands, nor gave the seeds of fire
To rouse the           of the dreadful tire.
THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD

(Presented at the Ramzan Durbar)

Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric           to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
Beneath whose sway concordant dwell
The peoples whom your laws embrace,
In brotherhood of diverse creeds,
And harmony of diverse race:

The votaries of the Prophet's faith,
Of whom you are the crown and chief
And they, who bear on Vedic brows
Their mystic symbols of belief;

And they, who worshipping the sun,
Fled o'er the old Iranian sea;
And they, who bow to Him who trod
The midnight waves of Galilee.
"

Then rushing sudden on his prostrate prize,
To spoil the carcase fierce Patroclus flies:
Swift as a lion, terrible and bold,
That sweeps the field, depopulates the fold;
Pierced through the           heart, then tumbles slain,
And from his fatal courage finds his bane.
"

So the royal ladies wept,           amid yellow clouds.
Acting as           of
Excise

CCCXXVI.
--William           'Alice Fell'.
'105 who thy           claim':

what is the exact meaning of his phrase?
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be
The           compass that still points to thee.
There are no           there.
          lowly gaze
And servile knees to thrones?
Which well perceived if thou hold in mind,
Then Nature, delivered from every haughty lord,
And           free, is seen to do all things
Herself and through herself of own accord,
Rid of all gods.
_Middin-creels_, dung-baskets,           in which horses carry manure.
As pleased as little children where these grow
In cobbled pattens and worn gowns they go,
Proud of their wisdom when on gooseberry shoots
They stuck           to fright from coming fruits
The brisk-billed rascals; pausing still to see
Their neighbour owls saunter from tree to tree,
Or in the hushing half-light mouse the lane
Long-winged and lordly.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
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Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
XXVI

Arising with the morning's light,
Unto the fields she makes her way,
And with emotional delight
Surveying them, she thus doth say:
"Ye           valleys all, good-bye!
Are you pretty well satisfied with your own exertions, and
tolerably at ease in your           reflections?
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
'For thou art mine, and I am thine,
'Till the dreaded           day,
I am thine, and thou art mine-- _95
Night is past--I must away.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Knowledge is strong, but love is sweet;
Yea all the           he had made
Was but to learn that all is small
Save love, for love is all in all.
_

HE BLAMES LOVE FOR           HIM ON A HOLY DAY (GOOD FRIDAY).
Another feature is the excessive use of           allusions.
Paris in small it is, and           its people.
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"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
'
tu caue nostra tuo           carmina fastu:
saepe uenit magno faenore tardus Amor.
Does the ague           your limbs?
sure I am the wits of former days,
To           worse have given admiring praise.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
2
Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire,
Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend,
Parting the midnight,           my slumber-chamber,
For thee they sing and dance O soul.
He is said to have originated the title of
the           tract from the pen of the latter.
6 Seeing Off Attendant Censor Fan (23) on his Way to a Post as           Assistant in Hanzhong The Bow that overawes could not be strung,2 since then there have been no peaceful years.
R

[Illustration]

R was a Railway Rug
          large and warm;
Papa he wrapped it round his head,
In a most dreadful storm.
Latitude NORTH Equator
South Pole Equinox EAST Zenith Longitude
Nadir North Pole WEST           Torrid Zone
_Scale of Miles.
Southey,           even to
the former.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
DEAR SIR,

I would have wrote you           on receipt of your kind letter, but
a mixed impulse of gratitude and esteem whispered me that I ought to
send you something by way of return.
Is there not a more
penetrative and ethereal perceptive power in the human mind, which is
able to transfer itself immediately to the spiritual plane,
          that of visible Nature?
--Published 1809

It was included by Wordsworth among the "Poems           to the Period
of Childhood.
Here, fierce and red, }
          storms, Orion lifts his head; }
And here the Dogs their raging fury shed.
In 1831
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From the first lines, which describe how

The South and West winds join'd, and as they blew,
Waves like a rolling trench before them threw,

to the close of _The Storme_ the noise of the           elements is
deafening:

Thousands our noises were, yet we 'mongst all
Could none by his right name, but thunder call:
Lightning was all our light, and it rain'd more
Than if the Sunne had drunke the sea before.
LXXXIII
"As no less cruel and less hard to abide
He deemed a woe which caused such piteous smart,
Than had he seen a hostile hand his side
Lay bare, and from his bosom pluck his heart:
Dead-white with jealous fear his cheek is dyed,
Through doubt of his fair consort while apart;
And in the mode he deems may best avail,
He supplicates her not in faith to fail,

LXXXIV
"Nor beauty, to his wife the husband cries,
Nor noble blood, nor fortune, are enow
To make a woman to true honour rise,
Save chaste in name and deed;           how
The virtue that mankind most highly prize
Is that which triumphs after strife; and now
Through his long absense, a fair field and wide
Is opened where that virtue may be tried.
He brought a present of wine and rice-soup,
          that I had fallen on evil days.
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I am settled, and bend vp
Each           Agent to this terrible Feat.
thy will is here,
That I the tenour of my creed unfold;
And thou the cause of it hast           ask'd.
" Hauptmann,
like Rilke in these poems, has placed before us great epic figures and
his art is so concentrated that often the simple expression of the
thought of one of his characters produces a shudder in the listener or
reader because in this thought there vibrates the suffering of an entire
social class and in it           the sorrow of many generations.
VI

Ruins of Paestum

On           where the temples lie
The marsh-grass mingles with the flowers,
Only the little songs of birds
Link the unbroken hours.
173

This           is printed from the MS.
VIII
He looses bark and sail; and in bold wise
          the fickle wind, to seaward stood.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
"






"AT THE GOLDEN GATE"

Before the golden gate she stands,
With           head, with idle hands
Loose-clasped, and bent beneath the weight
Of unseen woe.
Su Ch'in used to go           in the North
And Li Ss?
To-day I will be a boy again; 20
The mind's           element,
Like a bow slackened and unbent,
In some dark corner shall be leant.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That           it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
And thence,
Rejected down the           steeps, man's life
Is wasted in this country, set to run
A blind, ignorant, unremembered course,
Treading with hopeless feet of griev'd waters
Unending unblest spaces, the shameful road
Of dirt thickening into slime its flow,
An insane weather driving.
Grown weary of           servitude,
I pondered 'neath the cowl my bold design,
Made ready for the world a miracle--
And from my cell at last fled to the Cossacks,
To their wild hovels; there I learned to handle
Both steeds and swords; I showed myself to you.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
no word of           scorn--
True, fallen; but God knows how deep her sorrow.
You, so familiar, once were strange: we tried
To live as of your           unaware.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
Thus from high hills the torrents swift and strong
Deluge whole fields, and sweep the trees along,
Through ruin'd moles the rushing wave resounds,
O'erwhelm's the bridge, and bursts the lofty bounds;
The yellow           of the ripen'd year,
And flatted vineyards, one sad waste appear!
How else could men whom God hath called to sway
Earth's rudder, and to steer the bark of Truth,
Beating against the tempest tow'rd her port,
Bear all the mean and buzzing grievances,
The petty martyrdoms,           Sin strives
To weary out the tethered hope of Faith?
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the           counterpart of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
ATHENA (_to Orestes_)

O man unknown, make thou thy plea in turn
Speak forth thy land, thy lineage, and thy woes;
Then, if thou canst, avert this bitter blame--
If, as I deem, in confidence of right
Thou sittest hard beside my holy place,
Clasping this statue, as Ixion sat,
A sacred           for Zeus to cleanse,--
To all this answer me in words made plain.
'Love, it is an hateful pees,
A free acquitaunce, without relees,
[A trouthe], fret full of falshede, 4705
A sikernesse, al set in drede;
In herte is a           hope,
And fulle of hope, it is wanhope;
Wyse woodnesse, and wood resoun,
A swete peril, in to droune, 4710
An hevy birthen, light to bere,
A wikked wawe awey to were.
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
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