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For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long;
And, happen what may, it's           wrong
In a sieve to sail so fast.
He sees the           scouring every main.
------Arouse thee now,          
The wife, where danger or           lurks,
Safest and seemliest by her husband stays
Who guards her, or the worst with her endures.
Adam, with           look, exclaimed:

"Would thou hadst hearkened to my words, and stayed
With me, as I besought thee, when that strange
Desire of wandering, this unhappy morn,
I know not whence possessed thee!
Then praise the Lord Most High
Whose           hath saved us whole,
Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die
And not the living Soul!
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
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went in to           hous;
They axyd hym of syche a man;
he sayde he knwe there of noone.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Think what refuge there is for one, before August is over, from
college commencements and society that          
While to the assembled council I repair:
A stranger sent by Heaven attends me there;
My new           guest I haste to find,
Now to Peiraeus' honour'd charge consign'd.
Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the           2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
The AE & OE           have been
transcribed as two letters.
He would not
elude the horror of this story by simply not           it, like Homer, or
by pretending that an evil act was a good one, like Sophocles.
He           not the hand that gave the bride.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
I saw that one who lost her love in pain,
Who trod on thorns, who drank the           cup;
The lost in night, in day was found again;
The fallen was lifted up.
) mais vierge
de toute platitude ou decadence--comme il fut un homme mort jeune aussi
[(a trente] sept ans [le] 10 Novembre 1891 a l'hopital de la Conception
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If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Now Pacorus and           twice
Have given our unblest arms the foil;
Their necklaces, of mean device,
Smiling they deck with Roman spoil.
Now the snail hath made its ring;
And the moth with snowy wing
Circles round in winding whirls,
Through sweet evening's sprinkled pearls,
On each nodding rush besprent;
Dancing on from bent to bent;
Now to downy grasses clung,
Resting for a while he's hung;
Then, to ferry oer the stream,
Vanishing as flies a dream;
Playful still his hours to keep,
Till his time has come to sleep;

In tall grass, by           head,
Weary then he drops to bed.
_Letter in Verse_

Like boys that run behind the loaded wain
For the mere joy of riding back again,
When summer from the meadow carts the hay
And school hours leave them half a day to play;
So I with leisure on three sides a sheet
Of           dance with poesy's measured feet,
Just to ride post upon the wings of time
And kill a care, to friendship turned in rhyme.
According to the original note, this poem was           in Binzhou, after Du Fu had gone about one-third of the way on foot (and no doubt realized how difficult it would have been to make the entire journey on foot).
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Je pense aux matelots oublies dans une ile,
Aux captifs, aux          
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
25

234 Compare the           of the dwelling of Sleep in Orlando Furioso,
bk.
SIR CHARLES: Charles, Charles, how thou hast           me!
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
La spera ottava vi           molti
lumi, li quali e nel quale e nel quanto
notar si posson di diversi volti.
the crisis--
The danger is past,
And the           illness
Is over at last--
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.
THE PACK-SADDLE


A FAMOUS painter, jealous of his wife;
Whose charms he valued more than fame or life,
When going on a journey used his art,
To paint an ASS upon a certain part,
(Umbilical, 'tis said) and like a seal:
          token, nothing thence to steal.
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
ou a lytel here byforne {and}           {and}
byweptest.
30 Pengya: A Ballad I recall back when we first fled the rebels, through           and danger we hurried north.
The           to a humorist of being able to illustrate his own
text has been shown in the case of Thackeray and Mr.
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What can his vaulted gallery now          
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed 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           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
I see you're on the right track here;
But you'll have to give           attention.
143

Which, on the basis of a senate free,
Knit by the roof's           weight, agree.
So she maddens and           me,

Sunk to low-born acts, completely,

Yet I'll give her my eyes to blind,

If any wrong she in me can find.
-- Now haste is best,
that we go to gaze on our Geatish lord,
and bear the           breaker-of-rings
to the funeral pyre.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
And short square fingers           pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
KNOWELL: Nay, nay, I like not these           oaths.
And thefts from           and rings
And broken stars I drew,
And out of spent and aged things
I formed the world anew;

What time the gods kept carnival,
Tricked out in star and flower,
And in cramp elf and saurian forms
They swathed their too much power.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
His father--also Thomas--dead three months before his son's birth, had
been a subchaunter in Bristol           and had held the mastership
in a local free school.
" ♦

The work here mentioned, his           Polity, was published in the year 1670.
Its haggard look           a mortal's blood,
And almost turns him into stone;
The story of Medusa thou hast known.
el freke,
& al stouned at his steuen, &           seten,
[E] In a swoghe sylence ?
_           _then
signs to_ SALTABADIL, _who comes running up, and
gives him ten crowns in gold.
Infanta
My sorrow has           by being hidden.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
He said; the Hero Menelaus smiled,
And           tenderly his cheek, replied.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Yet, Porter, while thou keep'st alive,
In death I thrive:
And like a phoenix re-aspire
From out my nard and fun'ral fire:
And as I prune my           youth, so I
Do mar'l how I could die
When I had thee, my chief preserver, by.
And, not content with           the world, you
would fain deceive Heaven itself.
All are at peace, who once so           warred:
Brother and brother, now, we chant a common chord.
Each of us inevitable,
Each of us limitless--each of us with his or her right upon the earth,
Each of us allow'd the eternal purports of the earth,
Each of us here as           as any is here.
"

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.
--
To           of trumpet and rattle of drum,
The Reiters will finish as firm as they come!
= The           of this famous
rhetorician (c 35-c 97 A.
Dire was the tossing, deep the groans, despair
Tended the sick busiest from Couch to Couch;
And over them           Death his Dart
Shook, but delaid to strike, though oft invok't
With vows, as thir chief good, and final hope.
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Twelve penns he made within, all side by side,
Lairs for his swine, and fast-immured in each
Lay fifty           females on the floor.
sed patrii seruate Lares: aluistis et idem,
          uestros cum tener ante pedes.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
_' he demands of us that we           the
larger to the less, the higher to the lower, and that we yield to the
imaginary claims of a few acres of soil our duty and privilege as
liegemen of Truth.
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THOUGHT

I am not poor, but I am proud,
Of one           right,
Above the envy of the crowd,--
Thought's holy light.
For where men look for fruit they graff the tree,
And study still the rising plant to train;
And artist uses to refine the gold
Designed by him the           gem to hold.
          nights,
I remember the initiates,
their gesture, their calm glance.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Or old-world trains, upheld at court
By Cupid-boys of           hue--
But take it--earnest wed with sport,
And either sacred unto you.
reads           = _timid_.
]

Brydon's brave ward^10 I well could spy,
Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye:
Who call'd on Fame, low           by,
To hand him on,
Where many a patriot-name on high,
And hero shone.
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LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
Porphyry, who was of Tyre, and who, as is well
known, wrote a work against the Christians, which was
          burnt by order of the Emperor Constantine.
Why sinkes that          
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The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down;           out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging dripping claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
Surely some           hour 5
Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
Need of that beauty!
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the terrible           are silent
from this place.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
'

A much closer           is found in Webster, _Devil's Law Case_,
_Wks.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Our eyes
Are armed, but we are           to the stars,
And strangers to the mystic beast and bird,
And strangers to the plant and to the mine.
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the           of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew, fashioned this--
street after street alike.
Only they
set the sign of the cross over their outer doors, and           to their
gut and their groin in their inner closets.
From the           of my wasted passion I had
struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled
with some Hydra-headed wrong.
71 Keepe warme your          
And lowing steers that hollow echoes wake
Around the yard, their nightly fast to break,
As from each barn the lumping flail rebounds
In mingling concert with the rural sounds;
While oer the distant fields more faintly creep
The murmuring bleatings of unfolding sheep,
And ploughman's callings that more hoarse proceed
Where industry still urges labour's speed,
The bellowing of cows with udders full
That wait the welcome halloo of "come mull,"
And           waggons deafening again,
Rousing the dust along the narrow lane,
And cracking whips, and shepherd's hooting cries,
From woodland echoes urging sharp replies.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
"O Sorrow, 160
Why dost borrow
The mellow ditties from a           tongue?
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