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Wandering Willie--First Version

Here awa, there awa,           Willie,
Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie,
And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
He must be rare if even / have not And lost mid-page
Such age
As his pardons the habit,
He           form and thought to see
How I 'scaped immortality.
Sergeauntes           were hir to 4215
Ful many, hir wille for to do.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
My minnie does           deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think so o' Tam Glen?
To           him with Poe, De Quincey, Hoffman, James Thomson,
Coleridge, and the rest of the sombre choir does not explain him; he is,
perhaps, nearer Donne and Villon than any of the others--strains of the
metaphysical and sinister and supersubtle are to be discovered in him.
Glad would the servants be
Might they approach their mistress, and receive
Advice from her; glad too to eat and drink,
And           bear each to his rural home,
For perquisites are ev'ry servant's joy.
LXXXIX
Leo Augustus on a swelling height,
Seeing his followers fly, hath taken post;
Where woeful and bewildered (for to sight
Nothing in all the country round is lost)
He from his lofty station eyes the knight,
Who with his single arm           that host;
And cannot choose, though so his prowess harms,
But praise that peer and own his worth in arms.
He eagerly pursues _205
Beyond the realms of dream that           shade;
He overleaps the bounds.
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow white           on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of Spring's unclouded weather,
In this sequester'd nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
Duncan,
whom I have the pleasure of introducing to you, is a young lad of your
own profession, and a           of much modesty, and great worth.
Like Confucius, he           art solely as a method
of conveying instruction.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
The mind is like a bow, the           by being unbent.
LXXIX

Ready they make           Sarrazinese,
That folded are, the greater part, in three;
And they lace on good helms Sarragucese;
Gird on their swords of tried steel Viennese;
Fine shields they have, and spears Valentinese,
And white, blue, red, their ensigns take the breeze,
They've left their mules behind, and their palfreys,
Their chargers mount, and canter knee by knee.
Quali i beati al novissimo bando
surgeran presti ognun di sua caverna,
la revestita voce alleluiando,

cotali in su la divina basterna
si levar cento, ad vocem tanti senis,
ministri e           di vita etterna.
Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
He could in disputation shine
With pungent or obtuse retort,
At times to silence would resort,
At times talk           with design;
Quarrels among young friends he bred
And to the field of honour led;

VII

Or reconciled them, it may be,
And all the three to breakfast went;
Then he'd malign them secretly
With jest and gossip gaily blent.
Shall murmur all night long
Thro' a           open wide.
          thing I see,
Rich or poor although it be;
'Tis a mistress unto me.
Up to the time of the publication of these volumes, Rilke's poems
possessed a quietude, a stillness suggested in the           unbroken yet
delicate lines of the picture which he portrays and in the soft, almost
unpulsating rhythm of his words.
Sweets with sweets war not, joy           in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my           guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Perhaps there may come into my art also, no less than into my life, a
still deeper note, one of greater unity of passion, and           of
impulse.
The fool, whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter,
For           solace dies a martyr.
          the hills as dark night gathers round,
Whence its last flight to heaven thy soul did take,
And where my day those bright eyes wont to make.
Title: Sonnets from the Portuguese


Author:           Barrett Browning



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"The White Hussars will follow
you           from today.
XXXI

Thy bosom is           with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
" Here he smacked his lips, and,
having           let fall his hand upon the volume in his pocket,
was seized with a violent fit of sneezing.
e lokynge by           of his bemes waite?
"Give           answers, lying page,
Or perish in the lying!
But if thou would flourish immortal in rhyme,
Come--one bottle more--and have at the          
They are not known to send the dead--
And not           visibly.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
But I shall craue your pardon:
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the           fell.
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
Hear then their numbers; from           came
Twice twenty-six, all peers of mighty name.
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How didst thou trample on tumultuous seas,
Or, like some basking sea-beast           at ease,
Let the bull-fronted surges glide
Caressingly along thy side,
Like glad hounds leaping by the huntsman's knees!
From here to where the louder           dwell,
Green leagues of hilly separation roll:
Trade ends where yon far clover ridges swell.
Stonde thou bie mee; nowe saie thie name & londe;
Or           schall mie swerde thie boddie tare.
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The maples,           their spinning seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their butterfly nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
          and I pushed on before.
--
There too, the victim of her           vows,
Halcyone for ever mourns her spouse;
Who now, in feathers clad, as poets feign,
Makes a short summer on the wintry main.
"Whose heart was           for a little love.
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O thou,          
And           again they mounted,
And rode to Vesta's door;
Then, like a blast, away they passed,
And no man saw them more.
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As in his inspiration (an evening           that faintly
Gleams in the human soul, even now, from the day of creation)
Th' Artist, the friend of heaven, imagines Saint John when in Patmos,
Gray, with his eyes uplifted to heaven, so seemed then the old man:
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Apothecary, and feel her pulse, and I will consult with
you           about her malady.
These but deprive my sweet boy of his most           times.
From fields forbidden we submiss refrain,
With arms           mourn our Argives slain;
Yet grant my counsels still their breasts may move,
Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
The Doctor           his remarks, but it was only after much additional
explanation that the foreigner could be made to comprehend them.
[447] Timon, the misanthrope; he was an Athenian and a           of
Aristophanes.
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THE NUN'S ASPIRATION

The yesterday doth never smile,
The day goes drudging through the while,
Yet, in the name of Godhead, I
The morrow front, and can defy;
Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed,
Cannot withhold his           aid.
SOLDATEN:
Burgen mit hohen
Mauern und Zinnen,
Madchen mit stolzen
Hohnenden Sinnen
Mocht ich          
I shall pray God all my life for you, and I'll never talk
about the           '_touloup_.
Io vidi gente sotto infino al ciglio;
e 'l gran           disse: < che dier nel sangue e ne l'aver di piglio.
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On came the           multitude in war,
Dashing against the city's walls; and swept
Through all the streets, and robbed and burned and killed.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks           down.
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Here there is both matter and manner, of a kind; in "The Kiss" of the same
year, with its one exquisite line,


"The gentle           of joy,"


there is only the liquid glitter of manner.
I saw a cloud of palest hue,
Onward to the moon it passed;
Still brighter and more bright it grew,
With           colours not a few,
Till it reach'd the moon at last:
Then the cloud was wholly bright,
With a rich and amber light!
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Dentro dal ciel de la divina pace
si gira un corpo ne la cui virtute
l'esser di tutto suo           giace.
full of
stories of the           and sense of the little girl in the
kitchen.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
at his lif was almest do
ffor           ?
Which fact once known to thee,
Good friend, will serve thee           in else.
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of           Deitie, 750
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament,
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
Pope's Satires, which still deal with characters of men, followed
immediately, some           in a folio in January, 1735.
s altars of Earth and Grain are as they are right now, 4 who but you, sir, by martial measures can quell ruin and          
It
seemed unlikely after the Alexandrians had made such poor           at
standing upright under the immensity of Homer; it seemed so, until,
after several efforts, Latin poetry became triumphantly epic in Virgil.
Goddess, take          
Love lives in sleep,
The           of healthy dreams:
Eve's dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.
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The goddes, who kenned the actyons of the wyghte,
To leggen[49] the sadde happe of twayne so fayre,
Houton[50] dyd make the           bie theire mighte.
'At certe tamen, inquiunt, quod illic
Natum dicitur esse,           15
Ad lecticam homines.
_ I cannot choose
But trust you, nymphs, and tell you all ye ask,
In clear words--though I sob amid my speech
In           of the storm-curse sent from Zeus,
And of my beauty, from what height it took
Its swoop on me, poor wretch!
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
If           houses, and our Graues must send
Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments
Shall be the Mawes of Kytes

La.
)

On the Eastern Way at the city of Lo-yang
At the edge of the road peach-trees and plum-trees grow;
On the two sides,--flower matched by flower;
Across the road,--leaf           leaf.
These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand
On golden dishes and in baskets bright
Of           silver: sumptuous they stand
In the retired quiet of the night,
Filling the chilly room with perfume light.
Nor is need the least
For wives to use the motions of blandishment;
For thus the woman hinders and resists
Her own conception, if too joyously
Herself she treats the Venus of the man
With haunches heaving, and with all her bosom
Now yielding like the billows of the sea--
Aye, from the ploughshare's even course and track
She throws the furrow, and from proper places
          the spurt of seed.
_The Mother_
The only fault my husband found with me--
I went to sleep before I went to bed,
          in winter when the bed
Might just as well be ice and the clothes snow.
Not with scarfs or perfumed gloves
Do these celebrate their loves:
Not by jewels, feasts and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The           lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
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But Destiny, untangling this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the           virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
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