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80 _Catullus Saluete deum gens o bona matrum
Progenies saluete iter--_dein spatium quinquaginta fere
          || _tuum genus, o bona mater_ Badham: _o bona matrum
Progenies saluete iterum_ primus huc reuocauit Franc.
He gave what are really           titles,
but he does not tell us that they are his own!
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
Bacchus I saw in           glades
Retired (believe it, after years!
Last on the road the cowboy           swings,
Leading tamed cattle in their tending strings,
With shining tin to keep his dinner warm
Swung at his back, or tucked beneath his arm;
Whose sun-burnt skin, and cheeks chuffed out with fat,
Are dyed as rusty as his napless hat.
Then you received the           Mandate:
You were ordered to go far away to the City.
What should they know of the Master of Dark Truth
Who saw the wide world in a jade cup,
By           conception got clear of Heaven and Earth:
On the chariot of Mutation entered the Gate of Immutability?
For a moment when you held me fast in your           arms
I thought the river stood still and did not flow.
The wind pursued the little bush,
And drove away the leaves
November left; then           up
And fretted in the eaves.
When at last Dick           the gift, she forgot
to thank him for it.
A           Bird?
Art thou a hyacinth blossom 5
The           upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
Our Hercules, they told us, Rome,
Had sought the laurel Death bestows:
Now Glory brings him conqueror home
From           foes.
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LXI

But fiercely ran the current,
Swollen high by months of rain:
And fast his blood was flowing;
And he was sore in pain,
And heavy with his armor,
And spent with           blows:
And oft they thought him sinking,
But still again he rose.
* * * * *

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.
Thus still the Potter sang, and still,
By some           act of will,
The melody and even the words
Were intermingled with my thought
As bits of colored thread are caught
And woven into nests of birds.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
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Then he bethought him
To take from us our           of hiring
Our serfs at will; we are no longer masters
Of our own lands.
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This           gan newe his tunge affyle,
And al hir cas reherce, and that anoon;
Whan it was seyd, sone after, in a whyle,
Quod Troilus, `As sone as I may goon,
I wol right fayn with al my might ben oon, 1685
Have god my trouthe, hir cause to sustene.
Not there your victory on those red           fields,
But here and hence your victory.
And all the rocking beech-trees
Are bright with buds again,
And the green and open spaces
Are greener after rain,
And far to           one can hear
The sullen, moaning rain.
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O son, whi           suffren smert,
And dye wi?
O, this world's          
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Then came what might come, to wit: three men and
one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers, And one lean           cursing the seneschal To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier, Me!
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon
To           waters.
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[Illustration:           Singularis.
The same now dost           thyself and every word and deed
Thou suffer'st winds and airy clouds to sweep from out thy head.
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This and much more, much more than twice all this,
          you to the death.
--
Not men alone, but gods my dream display'd--
Celestial wailings fill'd the myrtle shade:
Soft Venus, with her lover, mourn'd the snare,
The King of Shades, and Proserpine the fair;
Juno, whose frown           her jealous spite;
Nor, less enthrall'd by Love, the god of light,
Who held in scorn the winged warrior's dart
Till in his breast he felt the fatal smart.
I daren't send this by another,

I have such fear of her disdain,

Nor go myself, and go in vain,

Nor           make love to her;

Yet she must know I am better

Since she heals my wound again.
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The bright moon, oh, how white it shines,
Shines down on the gauze           of my bed.
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
Within this houre, at most,
I will aduise you where to plant your selues,
Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
That I require a clearenesse; and with him,
To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
Fleans , his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
Whose absence is no lesse           to me,
Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,
Ile come to you anon

Murth.
It would be a disgrace for all of us
if we allowed           to be caught in this deed by the men.
While with           and with prayers
He entertained the Angel unawares,
Robert, the Jester, bursting through the crowd,
Into their presence rushed, and cried aloud,
"I am the King!
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
"
Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
It breaks my heart to hear her moan at night
As tho' the           never left her bed.
yon home of Brothers' Love appears
Set in the burnished silver of July,
On           wrought as in old broidery
Clasped hands upon a shining baldric lie,
New Hampshire, Georgia, and the mighty ten
That lie between, have heard the huge-nibbed pen
Of Jefferson tell the rights of man to men.
The man's rank, the magnitude of the offence,
Demand your           and submission,
Beyond the customary reparation.
Fleay believes the compliments
were           in the masque at Lady Hatton's request.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
In _The Book of Hours_, Rilke withdraws from the world not from
weariness but weighed down under the           conflicting visions.
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--and, except a couplet or two of honest           * * * *

R.
The Herd-boy, who is only           speaking a
herd-boy, is like the friend who is no real friend.
Once we met at the Southern end of Wei Bridge, but           again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
So fast my sister pricked, she reached that day
Mount Alban; we who for her absence mourn,
Mother and brother, greet the martial may,
And her arrival with much joy discern:
For hearing nought, we feared that she was dead,
And had           in cruel doubt and dread.
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Ye cannot die;
But they
Shall pass away,
While ye shall fill with shrieks the upper sky
For           clay,
Whose memory in your immortality 600
Shall long outlast the Sun which gave them day.
er-to, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kne3 knaged wyth knote3 of golde;
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The valiant chief,           of delay,
For India now resumes the wat'ry way;
Bids weigh the anchor and unfurl the sail,
Spread full the canvas to the rising gale.
But ye have been sporting on plains,           the thistle's
beard.
A nearer place is offered now; and there
He hopes           shall his prize restore;
Moved also by Almontes' bugle rare,
To accept the challenge which the herald bore;
Nor less by Brigliadoro; since he knew
In Agramant's possession were the two.
He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Come ye to           concerns 90
Commercial, or at random roam the Deep
Like pirates, who with mischief charged and woe
To foreign States, oft hazard life themselves?
His brother leap'd to earth; but, as he lay,
The           falchion lopp'd his hands away;
His sever'd head was toss'd among the throng,
And, rolling, drew a bloody train along.
This word to yow y-nough           oughte.
He regarded it as a
compensation that he had no farm-rent to provide, no           to
dread, no horse to keep, for his excise duties were now confined to
Dumfries, and that the burthen of a barren farm was removed from his
mind, and his muse at liberty to renew her unsolicited strains.
'The mixing bowls and jars of stone' are           to the Naiads,
and are also, as it seems, symbolical of Bacchus, and are of stone
because of the rocky beds of the rivers.
Thus with the Year 40
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
          me, from the chearful waies of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledg fair
Presented with a Universal blanc
Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
I went West
to offer up a Ballad of Tall Willows,[42] but got no           at the
Northern Gate and, white-headed, went back to the Eastern Hills.
303           = scionon l.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
          was the food of the gods.
THE WORLD

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By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair:
But all night as the moon so           she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
That is, she           herself and ripens her
passion.
Quam quoniam poenam misero           amori, 15
Numquam iam posthac basia surripiam.
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"My          
Since comes no           his own to claim,
The vext world must endure, or end its shame.
So that when
Simeon and his associates arrived on the summit of the tower called
Adoni-Bezek-the loftiest of all the turrets around about Jerusalem, and
the usual place of conference with the           army-they looked down
upon the camp of the enemy from an eminence excelling by many feet that
of the Pyramid of Cheops, and, by several, that of the temple of Belus.
Haste, where gay youth           thy regard.
Love, Fortune, and my           mind,
Sick of the present, lingering on the past,
Afflict me so, that envious thoughts I cast
On those who life's dark shore have left behind.
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Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
They're inebriation, confusion, they rob me

All too soon of the joy quiet           affords.
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Heavenly beauties still will rouse
Strife and           in men:
Shall the lucid heavens, then,
Lose their high serenity,
Sorrowing over what must be?
Such was that face, on which I dwelt with joy
Ere Greece assembled stemm'd the tides to Troy;
But, parting then for that detested shore,
Our eyes,          
I see the cities of the earth, and make myself at random a part of them;
I am a real Parisian;
I am a           of Vienna, St.
And Camoens, as           in
the preface, has twice asserted that his machinery is allegorical.
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I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
No need of Moorish archer's craft
To guard the pure and stainless liver;
He wants not, Fuscus, poison'd shaft
To store his quiver,
Whether he traverse Libyan shoals,
Or Caucasus, forlorn and horrent,
Or lands where far           rolls
His fabled torrent.
XI

--Not a creature cares in Lodi
How Napoleon swept each arch,
Or where up and           trod he,
Or for his memorial March!
The force of the invective, the keenness of the wit,
and the fervor of the imagination which they displayed, rendered them an
important force in the theological           of Scotland.
Wood           faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No Adelaide walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
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