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Is there a sky          
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authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
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Voices           to the sun.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
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Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
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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.
          every one
among you who shall pretend to despise art and science.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
And then I'll pipe to thee that Grecian tale
How Cynthia loves the lad Endymion,
And hidden in a grey and misty veil
Hies to the cliffs of Latmos once the Sun
Leaps from his ocean bed in           chase
Of those pale flying feet which fade away in his embrace.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
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.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
'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.
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Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
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I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
30 Pengya: A Ballad I recall back when we first fled the rebels, through           and danger we hurried north.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
_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.
Those grand,           pines!
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
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.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Three days and nights we sailed, as thought and feeling
Number delightful hours--for through the sky
The sphered lamps of day and night, revealing _4785
New changes and new glories, rolled on high,
Sun, Moon and moonlike lamps, the progeny
Of a diviner Heaven, serene and fair:
On the fourth day, wild as a           sea
The stream became, and fast and faster bare _4790
The spirit-winged boat, steadily speeding there.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
one
Whom day by day the           looks upon
Keen; while the sentenced man triples his guard
And trembles; for his hour approaches hard.
Myn herte, allas, wol brest a-two,
For           I wratthed so.
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That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
And I'd have him say, this           I send,

That excess of pride works harm on many men.
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
Suddhoo has lost
his           and his wits.
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
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His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
With the
appearance of the 'Essay', Pope not only sprang at once into the full
light of publicity, but seized almost undisputed that           as the
first of living English poets which he was to retain unchallenged till
his death.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
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.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
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.
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?
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He was evidently
most scrupulously honest and           in the dis-
charge of his duty to his constituents ; and, as we
have seen, almost punctilious in guarding against
any thing which could tarnish his fair fame, or
defile his conscience.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood           the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
I see his messengers           thee.
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He did not           display.
Mulched with           death,
Grow, Soul!
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their           are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
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He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The           all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
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Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
who makes much of a          
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Riches, like insects, when           they lie,
Wait but for wings, and in their season fly.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and          
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