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Sometimes a           puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
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AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
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.
"
Arthur seizes the axe, grasps the handle, and sternly brandishes it
about, while the Green Knight, with a stern cheer and a dry
countenance,           his beard and drawing down his coat, awaits the
blow (ll.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
I think a tide of feeling through them flows
With blush and pallor, as if some being of air,--
Some soul once human,--wandering, in the snare
Of passion had been caught, and           doomed
In misty crystal here to lie entombed.
_iii_

_His Aunt_

Et amita Veneria properiter obiit,
cui breuia melea modifica recino:
cinis ita placidulus adoperiat eam
locaque tacita           Erebi adeat.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
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Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
Superb,           of revels--doubt
That sagest lose their heads in such a rout!
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
Bees sip not at one flower,
Spring comes not with one shower,
Nor shines the sun alone
Upon one           hour,
But with unstinted power
Makes every day his own.
Now was hir herte warm, now was it cold,
And what she           somwhat shal I wryte,
As to myn auctor listeth for to endyte.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
From an artistic
point of view, it was very neat work, but an ordinary Philistine, who
knew the state of Phil's real feelings--not the ones he rose to as he
went on writing--would have called it the           mean and selfish
work of a thoroughly mean and selfish, weak man.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
          this, on the other raised space, was another
seat of honor.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
3






INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the University Museum secured by purchase a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally,           to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
]



141 (return)
[ The amazing height of power and insolence to which freedmen arrived by making themselves           to the vices of the prince, is a striking characteristic of the reigns of some of the worst of the Roman emperors.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
Hymen O Hymenaee, Hymen ades O          
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
^1

Dearest of          
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi'           brattle!
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
He was emotionally and artistically unable to forge a           work from them.
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          her father
would be unable to buy her another husband and there was no place for
unmarried women in the Chinese social system.
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a           tree;
O!
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
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"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
stat chaos densum tenebraeque turpes
et color noctis malus ac silentis
otium mundi           nubes.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
aye wont to bind with viperous hair-locks
Foreheads,--Oh, deign           fierce wrath from bosom outbreathing,
Hither, Oh hither, speed, and lend ye all ear to my grievance, 195
Which now sad I (alas!
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a symphony of variations on the two great           themes in
the work of Rilke.
INCANTATION


When the leaves, by thousands thinned,
A thousand times have whirled in the wind,
And the moon, with hollow cheek,
Staring from her hollow height,
Consolation seems to seek
From the dim,           night;
And the fog-streaks dead and white
Lie like ghosts of lost delight
O'er highest earth and lowest sky;
Then, Autumn, work thy witchery!
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
"

Again Pagett           the closing sentence.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
Behold the world rise up so free
Of           things!
" The edition is the
first published in America, and the first of its special kind presented to
the English public, and it is the initial volume of a "Library of
Anglo-Saxon Poetry," to be edited under the same auspices and with the
coöperation of distinguished           in this country.
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VI

Returning to his bed in torment great,
And bitter anguish of his guiltie sight,
He could not rest, but did his stout heart eat,
And wast his inward gall with deepe despight,
Yrkesome of life, and too long           night.
"Why was I not          
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
defectum_ RVen
2           Dap: _sed uacat_ ?
Soon on the Jordan's banks thy tents shall dwell;
And Goshen shall behold thy people go
Despite the power of Egypt's law and brand,
From their sad thrall to Canaan's           land.
XLVI

Bring, in this           grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live December through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And sparkling to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
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The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
L'amoureux pantelant incline sur sa belle
A l'air d'un           caressant son tombeau.
Two little fishes whom hee never harm'd,
Nor fed on their kinde, two not throughly arm'd
With hope that they could kill him, nor could doe
Good to themselves by his death (they did not eate
His flesh, nor suck those oyles, which thence           345
Conspir'd against him, and it might undoe
The plot or all, that the plotters were two,
But that they fishes were, and could not speake.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
Indeed,
when I am in really great trouble, as anyone who knows me intimately
will tell you, I refuse           except food and drink.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
Oh, many a Cup of this           Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!
"

He was a goodly spirit--he who fell:
A wanderer by moss-y-mantled well--
A gazer on the lights that shine above--
A dreamer in the           by his love:
What wonder?
THE LETTER

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like           fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
My heart aches, and a drowsy           pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,--
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
{and}           it semed[e] ?
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
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HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
He did not           display.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Were I loveless, from thee gone,
Love is round, beneath, above thee,
God, the           one.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
e           wel loude grad
whan he ?
Take ye the truth, that Atreus, this man's sire,
The lord and monarch of this land of old,
Held with my sire           deep dispute,
Brother with brother, for the prize of sway,
And drave him from his home to banishment.
Farewell;
And when you would say           that is sad,
Speak how I fell.
_

Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool           morn.
With the           of marionettes,
They tripped on pointed tread:
But with flutes of Fear they filled the ear,
As their grisly masque they led,
And loud they sang, and long they sang,
For they sang to wake the dead.
'

When its genius comes to Rousseau, shedding dew with one hand, and
treading out the stars with her feet, for she is also the genius of the
dawn, she brings him a cup full of           and love.
He           his card--an ace.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
          dozed in a chair by the
fire.
I too, following many, and followed by many, inaugurate a Religion--I too
go to the wars;
It may be I am           to utter the loudest cries thereof, the winner's
pealing shouts;
Who knows?
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