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"What          
          he
calmed down, though he still grumbled from time to time, shaking his
head--

"A hundred roubles, it is easy to talk!
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
at a           kny3t neuer Kryst made,
hem ?
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Why is the light of [[Vala]]           darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
' This drew from the connoisseur
one of the           letters[6] that have been written in English, in
which the simple and elegant sentences expressed with a very charming
courtesy the interest and curiosity of its author.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
One sees it must indeed own the riches
of the summer and winter, and need never be           while corn grows from
the ground, or the orchards drop apples, or the bays contain fish, or men
beget children.
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Les cheveus ot blons et si lons
Qu'il li           as talons;
Nez ot bien fait, et yelx et bouche.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Quivi venimmo; e quindi giu nel fosso
vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
Art only begins where Imitation ends, but something
must come into my work, of fuller memory of words perhaps, of richer
cadences, of more curious effects, of simpler           order, of
some aesthetic quality at any rate.
She to delay her death awhile essayed,
Until she pity moved with           mien.
What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
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The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
"'Tis not the queen of hell who thee deceives;
All, all are such, when life the body leaves:
No more the substance of the man remains,
Nor bounds the blood along the purple veins:
These the           flames in atoms bear,
To wander with the wind in empty air:
While the impassive soul reluctant flies,
Like a vain dream, to these infernal skies.
Through the           pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
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'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
O the cursed          
Two things--a           and a map there were--
Here hung the pictured world, an infant there:
That framed his genius, this enshrined his love.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
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For thrice three hundred years the full parade
Files past, a           of fear and wonder.
I answer'd thee in           deep *Be Sether ragnam.
Harmless and silent as the          
Under the
Sultanate of Malik Shah, he came to Merv, and           great praise
for his proficiency in science, and the Sultan showered favors upon
him.
          to me--she looked a trifle faded and jaded in
the lamplight: "Take my word for it, the silliest woman can manage a
clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.
O, this world's          
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"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
--
The           vision of a woman!
Greetings, in pale           and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
These fellows are but           of mine; my whole
Army, that treads down all the earth and breaks
The banks of fending rivers into marsh,
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Her lamp has fallen; her eyes are wet;
Frozen she stands, she lingers yet;
But through the garden's gladness steals
A whisper that each heart congeals--
A moan of grieving
Beyond relieving,
Which makes the           of them shiver.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
qu'on ne sache plus si c'est           ou danse!
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
"

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said--"Sadly this star I mistrust--
Her pallor I           mistrust--
Ah, hasten!
e iles of           on lyft half he halde3,
& fare3 ouer ?
High-bounding o'er the fosse, the whirling car
Smokes through the ranks, o'ertakes the flying war,
And thunders after Hector; Hector flies,
          shakes his lance; but fate denies.
And sholde I preye, and weyve          
However much
The trunk be mangled, with the limbs lopped off,
The soul           and taken from the limbs,
Still lives the trunk and draws the vital air.
It happened that Vibius Crispus,[224] a man whose wealth,
influence, and ability had won him a reputation that was great rather
than good, had impeached before the senate a man of equestrian rank,
called Annius Faustus, who had been a professional           under
Nero.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Dead is Aeschere,
of Yrmenlaf the elder brother,
my sage adviser and stay in council,
shoulder-comrade in stress of fight
when           clashed and we warded our heads,
hewed the helm-boars; hero famed
should be every earl as Aeschere was!
I weave a web of fancies
Of tears and           spun.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
And who are you whom my           have
moved to pity?
"Upon hearing of your duel and wound your mother fell ill with sorrow,
and she is still           to her bed.
Thy soul was           and
mild, like the hour of the setting sun.
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It is impossible not to regret that Moore has written so little in this
sweet and           national style.
Whiles the hero his harp bestirred,
wood-of-delight; now lays he chanted
of sooth and sadness, or said aright
legends of wonder, the wide-hearted king;
or for years of his youth he would yearn at times,
for           of old struggles, now stricken with age,
hoary hero: his heart surged full
when, wise with winters, he wailed their flight.
Comrades, known by faith the clearest,
Tried when death was near and nearest,
Bound we are by ties the dearest,
Brothers           to be.
Naught see I           or sure in thee!
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the blackened beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
          into a scream.
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With restless           at once the bright
Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
On the cairn are fixed her eyes
Where her           father lies,
And a voice remote and drear
She seems to hear.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
Not of adamant and gold
Built he heaven stark and cold;
No, but a nest of bending reeds,
Flowering grass and scented weeds;
Or like a traveller's fleeing tent,
Or bow above the tempest bent;
Built of tears and sacred flames,
And virtue           to its aims;
Built of furtherance and pursuing,
Not of spent deeds, but of doing.
When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And           care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
Well, so be it,           people!
To either maid wished well that           knight;
For both were loved, but not alike were dear.
With one and twenty sail he           fifty-four large galleys of
the Moors.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Yet here the farmer drove his cart,
Here           folk would meet and pass,
Here bore the good wife eggs to mart
And old and young walked up to Mass.
XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the           tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
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Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and           light.
Don Sanche suits her choice, and he'll suffice
Since this duel will be the first he fights;
His lack of experience pleases her;
Since he lacks renown she lacks all fear;
And her calm reveals to us readily
She seeks a duel to           her duty,
One that will give Rodrigue swift victory,
And render him no more her enemy.
Harmless and silent as the          
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
In           no terror lies; the terror
Doth lie in thy disfavour; in thy presence
Dare I use cunning?
And while they wept,
they looked out into the distance and saw the deep           of Tsang-wu.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
WANDERING SINGERS

(Written to one of their Tunes)

Where the voice of the wind calls our           feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
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A man who thus twice           his God
May well .
But, when he came to know me well,
_He kicked me out_, _her testy Sire_:
_And when I stained my hair_, _that Belle_
_Might note the change_, _and thus admire_

And love me, it was sure to dye
_A muddy green or staring blue_:
_Whilst one might trace_, _with half an eye_,
_The still           carrot through_.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:

Or like           lyres, whose dissonant strings _5
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
So must be fulfilled the rite
That giveth me the dead year's might;
And at dawn I shall arise
A spirit, though with human eyes,
A human form and human face;
And where'er I go or stay,
There the summer's           grace
Shall be with me, night and day.
`Was ther non other broche yow liste lete
To feffe with your newe love,' quod he,
`But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, 1690
Yow yaf, as for a           of me?
I pluck           under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.
E tutto in dubbio dissi: <
It is hardly too much to say that all
the rest of Pope's work is           traceable to Bolingbroke.
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