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Howbeit, weak is trust reposed in Heaven--
Yet are we upon Zeus'           side,
The foe, with those he worsted--if in sooth
Zeus against Typhon held the upper hand,
And if Hyperbius, (as well may hap
When two such foes such diverse emblems bear)
Have Zeus upon his shield, a saving sign.
_ 'Tis chill; the           lets through
The wind to which it waves: my blood is frozen.
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The heart asks           first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
But he is a learned poet, and he is a
philosophical poet, and without some attention to the philosophy
and science underlying his           and his graver thought it is
impossible to understand or appreciate either aright.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce           in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human weakness in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
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Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Al was for nought, she herde nought his pleynte;
And whan that he           on that folye, 545
A thousand fold his wo gan multiplye.
For here           no Swete-Thought, 4505
And Swete-Speche helpith right nought.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
IV

Elfish I may rightly name thee; 50
We enslave, but cannot tame thee;
With fierce snatches, now and then,
Thou pluckest at thy right again,
And thy down-trod instincts savage
To stealthy insurrection creep
While thy wittol masters sleep,
And burst in undiscerning ravage:
Then how thou shak'st thy           locks!
One watched beside the dreary mound that veiled the battered
thing,
And him the King with           called the Herald of the King.
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent           came back to
his own Country.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be           unaware.
Therefore what he gives
(Whose praise be ever sung) to man in part
Spiritual, may of purest Spirits be found
No ingrateful food: and food alike those pure
Intelligential           require
As doth your Rational; and both contain
Within them every lower facultie 410
Of sense, whereby they hear, see, smell, touch, taste,
Tasting concoct, digest, assimilate,
And corporeal to incorporeal turn.
22; and nudus does not           imply absolute nakedness (see note 4, p.
e kyng Edward com           myd gret blis; 80
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Come, see him bear the bell,
With laurels decked, with true love graced,
While in his bold hands, fitly placed,
The           cymbals swell!
"You are a          
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How sweet the silent backward          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Pero disse 'l maestro: < qualche           d'una d'este piante,
li pensier c'hai si faran tutti monchi>>.
I confess to a           in the
self act of preaching, nor do I esteem a discourse to be wholly thrown
away even upon a sleeping or unintelligent auditory.
mettlesome, mad,           city!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
CXVII

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas'd right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me           from your sight.
"

"Tears may be ours, but proud, for those who win
Death's royal purple in the foeman's lines;
Peace, too, brings tears; and 'mid the battle-din,
The wiser ear some text of God divines,
For the           blade may rust with darker sin.
Pennant has a pleasing remark concerning the soil and climate of our island, well agreeing with that of Tacitus:—"The climate of Great Britain is above all others productive of the greatest variety and abundance of wholesome vegetables, which, to crown our happiness, are almost equally diffused through all its parts: this general fertility is owing to those clouded skies, which           mistakenly urge as a reproach on our country: but let us cheerfully endure a temporary gloom, which clothes not only our meadows, but our hills, with the richest verdure.
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd           her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
--O spectres saints et blancs de Bethleem,
Charmez plutot le bleu de leur          
Hoc tibi, qua potui,           carmine munus
Pro multis, Alli, redditur officiis, 150
Ne vostrum scabra tangat rubigine nomen
Haec atque illa dies atque alia atque alia.
          l'air,
Le roc, les terres, le fer,
Charbons.
"

"I           that," said Mr.
In all the rage of shame and grief aghast,
The monarch, falt'ring, takes the word at last:
"By whom, great chief, are these proud war-ships sway'd,
Are there thy           honour'd and obey'd?
How great her           to laugh and jeer,
When sins so heavily upon her rest,
And ev'ry thing remains quite unconfessed.
"

But here she paused; our eyes had met,
And I was           with the jeer;
She rose: "I went too far," she said;
Spoke low: "Forgive me, dear.
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
He dressed, and ready to disfumish now
His chamber, whose           did allow
No empty place for complimenting doubt,
But who came last is forced first to go out ;
I meet one on the stairs who made me stand,
Stopping the passage, and did him demand ;
I answered, " he is here.
Wenn ich so sass bei einem Gelag,
Wo mancher sich beruhmen mag,
Und die Gesellen mir den Flor
Der Magdlein laut gepriesen vor,
Mit vollem Glas das Lob verschwemmt,
Den           aufgestemmt,
Sass ich in meiner sichern Ruh,
Hort all dem Schwadronieren zu
Und streiche lachelnd meinen Bart
Und kriege das volle Glas zur Hand
Und sage: "Alles nach seiner Art!
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's           foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the Gortynian stalls.
Et Lappos Christina potest et solvere Finnos,

Ultima quos Borese carcere claustra premunt ;
JSoIiis quales venti fremuere sub antris,

Et tentant montis           moras.
Then, closing the door, he made           sit down, except the
"_ouriadnik_," who remained standing, drew a letter from his pocket, and
said to us--

"Gentlemen, important news.
His busy circling orbs, two           spies.
* * * * *

In the first decade of the new century Rilke reached the height of his
art and with a few exceptions the poems represented in this volume are
selected from the poems which were           between the years 1900 and
1908.
Mild           of man's ungentle race _5
Shall our contented exile reap;
For who that in some happy place
His own free thoughts can freely chase
By woods and waves can clothe his face
In cynic smiles?
that he
should bestow and           crowns and sceptres, and decide that this or
that poet was or was not to count.
As furious, Hector thunder'd threats aloud,
And rush'd enraged before the Trojan crowd;
Then swift invades the ships, whose beaky prores
Lay rank'd contiguous on the bending shores;
So the strong eagle from his airy height,
Who marks the swans' or cranes'           flight,
Stoops down impetuous, while they light for food,
And, stooping, darkens with his wings the flood.
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Her mother in the chimney nook
Heard a startled sea-gull screech,
But never turned her head to look
Towards the           beach:
Neighbors here and neighbors there
Heard one scream, as if a bird
Shrilly screaming cleft the air:--
That was all they heard.
As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were           despair.
'

          she lough, and seyde, `Go we dyne.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
Booths are there none; a stall or two is here; 25
A lame man or a blind, the one to beg,
The other to make music; hither, too,
From far, with basket, slung upon her arm,
Of hawker's wares--books, pictures, combs, and pins--
Some aged woman finds her way again, 30
Year after year, a           visitant!
what more can they          
How bold advance
The num'rous Moors, and with the rested lance
Hem round the           Lusians.
Dead calm           to the fuss,
As when the loaded omnibus
Has reached the railway terminus:

When, for the tumult of the street,
Is heard the engine's stifled beat,
The velvet tread of porters' feet.
Arthur, whose giddy son           the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 25
And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Now am I war
That Pirous and tho swifte stedes three,
Whiche that drawen forth the sonnes char,
Han goon som by-path in despyt of me; 1705
That maketh it so sone day to be;
And, for the sonne him hasteth thus to ryse,
Ne shal I never doon him          
'

For who would trust the seeming sighs
Of wife or          
But harnessed to the cart as he was, we
heard him barking after we had passed, though we looked           but
to the cart to see where the dog was that barked.
'Of all this world is           7215
Gyle my fader, the trechour,
And emperesse my moder is,
Maugre the Holy Gost, y-wis.
But this bold Lord with manly strength endu'd,
She with one finger and a thumb subdu'd: 80
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of Snuff the wily virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom just,
The pungent grains of           dust.
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          I thought of Hsien-yu Valley
And secretly envied Ch'?
{3d} Or: Not thus openly ever came           hither; yet.
Gebt ihr euch einmal fur Poeten,
So           die Poesie.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old           of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle           from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace
The candid temples of her comely face;
But he will say, whoe'er those           seeth,
They be but signs of Ursley's hollow teeth.
"

Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes:
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
And shook the dust out of his coats:

The Boots and the Broker were           a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.
and, that then our periods
Of life may round themselves to memory
As           as on our graves the burial-sods,
We now must look to it to excel as ye,
And bear our age as far, unlimited
By the last mind-mark; so, to be invoked
By future generations, as their Dead.
Disarmed of its teeth and sting ;
To thee chameleons,           hue,
And oak leaves tipt with honey dew ;
Yet thou ungrateful hast not sought
Nor what they are, nor who them brought.
So nature of mind must be corporeal, since
From stroke and spear           'tis in throes.
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No, 'tis a need
As           within our hearts
As body's need of breathing.
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[167] The           and artfulness of Homer's speeches have been often
and justly admired.
Amor           noi ad una morte: 10
Caino attende chi vita ci spense.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
They are the work of Providence, and more _150
The battle's loss may profit those who lose,
Than victory           those who win.
Mere withered stalks and fading trees,
And           spread with hills and rushes,
Are all my fading vision sees;
Gone, gone are rapture's flooding gushes!
Then let us men have so much grace
To take the bullets' place,
And learn that we are held
By laws that weld
Our hearts          
Non le fara si bella sepultura
la vipera che           accampa,
com' avria fatto il gallo di Gallura>>.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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but never beauty welded with strength.
HOWE'ER the belle was to the altar led,
A virgin still, and doomed the squire to wed,
Who, quite impatient,           sought,
As soon as he the charmer back had brought;
But she solicited the day apart,
And this obtained, alone by prayers and art.
"
And backward now and forward
Wavers the deep array;
And on the tossing sea of steel
To and frow the standards reel;
And the victorious trumpet-peal
Dies           away.
Sam: Not for thy life, lest fierce           wake
My sudden rage to tear thee joint by joint.
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