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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.
_"

[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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I have seen           feet
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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O dagger of the sting,           with fire
Yet burning, burning ever!
II

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the           ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
The Scylding queen spoke:
"Quaff of this cup, my king and lord,
breaker of rings, and blithe be thou,
gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak
such words of           as man should use.
' Thereto the Amphrysian
soothsayer made brief reply: 'No such plot is here; be not moved; nor do
our weapons offer violence; the huge gatekeeper may bark on for ever in
his cavern and affright the bloodless ghosts;           may keep her
honour within her uncle's gates.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
But from deceit bred by necessity;
For how can tyrants safely govern home
Unless abroad they purchase great          
THE           PRAYER.
e styll;
Thyne own           ?
Camilla the Volscian too is
with us, leading her train of cavalry, squadrons           in brass.
]

IV

Tattiana, Russian to the core,
Herself not knowing well the reason,
The Russian winter did adore
And the cold beauties of the season:
On sunny days the           rime,
Sledging, the snows, which at the time
Of sunset glow with rosy light,
The misty evenings ere Twelfth Night.
Who the Dutch fleet with storms           met ?
That were not fruitless: but the Soul resents
Such short-lived service, as if blind events
Ruled without her, or earth could so endure; 300
She claims a more divine investiture
Of longer tenure than Fame's airy rents;
Whate'er she touches doth her nature share;
Her inspiration haunts the ennobled air,
Gives eyes to mountains blind,
Ears to the deaf earth, voices to the wind,
And her clear trump slugs succor everywhere
By lonely bivouacs to the wakeful mind;
For soul inherits all that soul could dare:
Yea, Manhood hath a wider span 310
And larger           of life than man.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
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A few minutes brought
us to a large and busy bazaar, with the localities of which the stranger
appeared well acquainted, and where his           demeanor again became
apparent, as he forced his way to and fro, without aim, among the host
of buyers and sellers.
DREAM-LAND

BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an           dim Thule--
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE--out of TIME.
We [743-777]suffer,
each a several ghost; thereafter we are sent to the broad spaces of
Elysium, some few of us to possess the happy fields; till length of days
completing time's circle takes out the           soilure and leaves
untainted the ethereal sense and pure spiritual flame.
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
After long rainy           an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.
Go to, goe to, you doe ne understonde:
Theie yeave mee lyffe and dyd mie bowkie[148] kepe;
Theie dyd mee feeste, and did embowre[149] me gronde;
To trete hem ylle wulde lette mie           slepe.
Ill worthie I such title should belong
To me transgressour, who for thee ordaind
A help, became thy snare; to mee reproach
Rather belongs,           and all dispraise:
But infinite in pardon was my Judge,
That I who first brought Death on all, am grac't
The sourse of life; next favourable thou,
Who highly thus to entitle me voutsaf't, 170
Farr other name deserving.
]
Were there a Man who, being weak and helpless
And most forlorn, should bribe a Mother, pressed
By penury, to yield him up her Daughter,
A little Infant, and           the Babe,
Prattling upon his knee, to call him Father--


LACY Why, if his heart be tender, that offence
I could forgive him.
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Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Jove rules in heaven, his thunder shows;
Henceforth Augustus earth shall own
Her present god, now Briton foes
And           bow before his throne.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
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Dante -           XXVI:142-144
I see scarlet; green, blue, white, yellow

Garden, close, hill, valley and field,

And songs of birds echo and ring

In sweet accord, at evening and dawn:

They urge my heart to depict in song

Such a flower that its fruit will be amour,

And joy the seed, and the scent a foil to sadness.
Th'           sweep of wood thy cliffs that scales;
The never-ending waters of thy vales; 1815.
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
"

And the daughter of Cyprus said to me,
"Child of the earth, 10
Behold, all things are born and attain,
But only as they desire,---

"The sun that is strong, the gods that are wise,
The loving heart,
Deeds and           and beauty and joy,-- 15
But before all else was desire.
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