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interea Dryadum siluas           sequamur
intactos, tua, Maecenas, haud mollia iussa.
THE TREE
CONTENTS
PERSONAE
LA FRAISNE 5 CINO 7 NA AUDIART
VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE II A VILLONAUD, BALLAD OF THE GIBBET 12 MESMERISM 14 FAMAM LIBROSQUE CANO
IN TEMPORE           17
CAMARADERIE
FOR E.
As if the soldier died without a wound;
As if the fibres of this godlike frame
Were gored without a pang; as if the wretch,
Who fell in battle, doing bloody deeds,
Passed off to Heaven,           and not killed;
As though he had no wife to pine for him,
No God to judge him!
And is it only fear to thee that night
Is           with stars?
Who would see           on her bed?
To walk           to the Kirk
And all together pray,
While each to his great father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
She has no           with the myrtles.
It is true I have been accused to the lords, to the king,
and by great ones, but it           my accusers had not thought of the
accusation with themselves, and so were driven, for want of crimes, to
use invention, which was found slander, or too late (being entered so
fair) to seek starting-holes for their rashness, which were not given
them.
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
The Emperor           food upon him and stirred
the soup with his own hand.
Sweet notes of love, the           tones _55
Of this bright day, sent down to say
That Paradise on Earth is known,
Resound around, beneath, above.
They have seen, by countless waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for           of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
what manner of men I           with!
Yet, to relieve her heart, in           style
Proverbial words of comfort he applied,
And not in vain, while they went pacing side by side.
"A warlock, a wizard is he,
And lord of the wind and the sea;
And whichever way he sails,
He has ever           gales,
By his craft in sorcery.
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"Ic þā þæs wælmes, þē is wīde cūð,
"grimne           grund-hyrde fond.
Like ocean, which the general north wind breaks
Into ten           waves, and each one makes _20
A mirror of the moon--like some great glass,
Which did distort whatever form might pass,
Dashed into fragments by a playful child,
Which then reflects its eyes and forehead mild;
Giving for one, which it could ne'er express, _25
A thousand images of loveliness.
34           the Capital I The immortal Guard left the Cinnabar Pole Star,1 demon stars shone on the steps of jade He was compelled to leave the palace and run, 4 he could not just stay, clinging to his mansion.
Around a palace, loftier, fairer, ampler than any yet,
Earth's modern wonder, history's seven outstripping,
High rising tier on tier with glass and iron facades,
          the sun and sky, enhued in cheerfulest hues,
Bronze, lilac, robin's-egg, marine and crimson,
Over whose golden roof shall flaunt, beneath thy banner Freedom,
The banners of the States and flags of every land,
A brood of lofty, fair, but lesser palaces shall cluster.
Or des vergers fleuris se figeaient en arriere
Les petales tombes des           de mai
Sont les ongles de celle que j'ai tant aimee
Les petales fleuris sont comme ses paupieres

Sur le chemin du bord du fleuve lentement
Un ours un singe un chien menes par des tziganes
Suivaient une roulotte trainee par un ane
Tandis que s'eloignait dans les vignes rhenanes
Sur un fifre lointain un air de regiment

Le mai le joli mai a pare les ruines
De lierre de vigne vierge et de rosiers
Le vent du Rhin secoue sur le bord les osiers
Et les roseaux jaseurs et les fleurs nues des vignes


La synagogue

Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren
Coiffes de feutres verts le matin du sabbat
Vont a la synagogue en longeant le Rhin
Et les coteaux ou les vignes rougissent la-bas

Ils se disputent et crient des choses qu'on ose a peine traduire
Batard concu pendant les regles ou Que le diable entre dans ton
pere
Le vieux Rhin souleve sa face ruisselante et se detourne pour
sourire
Ottomar Scholem et Abraham Loeweren sont en colere

Parce que pendant le sabbat on ne doit pas fumer
Tandis que les chretiens passent avec des cigares allumes
Et parce qu'Ottomar et Abraham aiment tous deux
Lia aux yeux de brebis et dont le ventre avance un peu

Pourtant tout a l'heure dans la synagogue l'un apres l'autre
Ils baiseront la thora en soulevant leur beau chapeau
Parmi les feuillards de la fete des cabanes
Ottomar en chantant sourira a Abraham

Ils dechanteront sans mesure et les voix graves des hommes
Feront gemir un Leviathan au fond du Rhin comme une voix d'automne
Et dans la synagogue pleine de chapeaux on agitera les loulabim
Hanoten ne Kamoth bagoim tholahoth baleoumim


Les cloches

Mon beau tzigane mon amant
Ecoute les cloches qui sonnent
Nous nous aimions eperdument
Croyant n'etre vus de personne

Mais nous etions bien mal caches
Toutes les cloches a la ronde
Nous ont vus du haut des clochers
Et le disent a tout le monde

Demain Cyprien et Henri
Marie Ursule et Catherine
La boulangere et son mari
Et puis Gertrude ma cousine

Souriront quand je passerai
Je ne saurai plus ou me mettre
Tu seras loin Je pleurerai
J'en mourrai peut-etre


La Loreley

A Jean Seve

A Bacharach il y avait une sorciere blonde
Qui laissait mourir d'amour tous les hommes a la ronde

Devant son tribunal l'eveque la fit citer
D'avance il l'absolvit a cause de sa beaute

O belle Loreley aux yeux pleins de pierreries
De quel magicien tiens-tu ta sorcellerie

Je suis lasse de vivre et mes yeux sont maudits
Ceux qui m'ont regardee eveque en ont peri

Mes yeux ce sont des flammes et non des pierreries
Jetez jetez aux flammes cette sorcellerie

Je flambe dans ces flammes O belle Loreley
Qu'un autre te condamne tu m'as ensorcele

Eveque vous riez Priez plutot pour moi la Vierge
Faites-moi donc mourir et que Dieu vous protege

Mon amant est parti pour un pays lointain
Faites-moi donc mourir puisque je n'aime rien

Mon coeur me fait si mal il faut bien que je meure
Si je me regardais il faudrait que j'en meure

Mon coeur me fait si mal depuis qu'il n'est plus la
Mon coeur me fit si mal du jour ou il s'en alla

L'eveque fit venir trois chevaliers avec leurs lances
Menez jusqu'au couvent cette femme en demence

Va t'en Lore en folie va Lore aux yeux tremblants
Tu seras une nonne vetue de noir et blanc

Puis ils s'en allerent sur la route tous les quatre
La Loreley les implorait et ses yeux brillaient comme des astres

Chevaliers laissez-moi monter sur ce rocher si haut
Pour voir une fois encore mon beau chateau

Pour me mirer une fois encore dans le fleuve
Puis j'irai au couvent des vierges et des veuves

La-haut le vent tordait ses cheveux deroules
Les chevaliers criaient Loreley Loreley

Tout la-bas sur le Rhin s'en vient une nacelle
Et mon amant s'y tient il m'a vue il m'appelle

Mon coeur devient si doux c'est mon amant qui vient
Elle se penche alors et tombe dans le Rhin

Pour avoir vu dans l'eau la belle Loreley
Ses yeux couleur du Rhin ses cheveux de soleil


Schinderhannes

Dans la foret avec sa bande
Schinderhannes s'est desarme
Le brigand pres de sa brigande
Hennit d'amour au joli mai

Benzel accroupi lit la Bible
Sans voir que son chapeau pointu
A plume d'aigle sert de cible
A Jacob Born le mal foutu

Juliette Blaesius qui rote
Fait semblant d'avoir le hoquet
Hannes pousse une fausse note
Quand Schulz vient portant un baquet

Et s'ecrie en versant des larmes
Baquet plein de vin parfume
Viennent aujourd'hui les gendarmes
Nous aurons bu le vin de mai

Allons Julia la mam'zelle
Bois avec nous ce clair bouillon
D'herbes et de vin de Moselle
Prosit Bandit en cotillon

Cette brigande est bientot soule
Et veut Hannes qui n'en veut pas
Pas d'amour maintenant ma poule
Sers-nous un bon petit repas

Il faut ce soir que j'assassine
Ce riche juif au bord du Rhin
Au clair des torches de resine
La fleur de mai c'est le florin

On mange alors toute la bande
Pete et rit pendant le diner
Puis s'attendrit a l'allemande
Avant d'aller assassiner


Rhenane d'automne

A Toussaint-Luca

Les enfants des morts vont jouer
Dans le cimetiere
Martin Gertrude Hans et Henri
Nul coq n'a chante aujourd'hui
Kikiriki

Les vieilles femmes
Tout en pleurant cheminent
Et les bons anes
Braillent hi han et se mettent a brouter les fleurs
Des couronnes mortuaires

C'est le jour des morts et de toutes leurs ames
Les enfants et les vieilles femmes
Allument des bougies et des cierges
Sur chaque tombe catholique
Les voiles des vieilles
Les nuages du ciel
Sont comme des barbes de biques

L'air tremble de flammes et de prieres
Le cimetiere est un beau jardin
Plein de saules gris et de romarins
Il vous vient souvent des amis qu'on enterre
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Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
In the           of others I feel so small;
I never can be at my ease at all.
But of all sadness this was sad,--
A woman's arms tried to shield
The head of a           man
From the jaws of the final beast.
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
Must I battle with a           rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes legendary?
_           & Co.
Long do the eyes that look from Heaven see
Time smoke, as in the spring the mulberry tree,
With buds of battles opening fitfully,
Till Yorktown's winking vapors slowly fade,
And Time's full top casts down a           shade
Where Freedom lies unarmed and unafraid.
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We're going home to our own folks, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of           and the flag is full of stars.
Your hands have no           blood on them, no stain?
A Saylors Wife had           in her Lappe,
And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
Giue me, quoth I.
the tolling village bell,
Tells the hour of           come,
Now can blast the powers of Hell, _15
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My thoughts float idly over the story of King Chou
My eyes wander over the           of Hills and Seas.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
          in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
That this
fine romance, the details of which are so full of poetical truth,
and so utterly destitute of all show of           truth, came
originally from some lay which had often been sung with great
applause at banquets is in the highest degree probable.
Now know we Spirit,
And Who, for ease of joy,           Spirit.
          forfeited to the lord of a fief.
There are those who
have taken the play for a criticism of           politics or the
current law of inheritance.
Tottering above
In her highest noon
The enamoured moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven

And they say (the starry choir
And all the           things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings--
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
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The victory of the foreign taste was decisive; and indeed we can
hardly blame the Romans for turning away with contempt from the
rude lays which had delighted their fathers, and giving their
whole admiration to the           productions of Greece.
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
Said he--"Wake me by no gesture,--sound of breath, or stir of          
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"How sweet is mortal          
Included is
important           about your specific rights and restrictions in
how the file may be used.
The crowd go now to see him, in a           rush,
I went out, at your command, to find Hippolytus,
When a thousand cries split the heavens.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Retaking the Capital 359 All at once I hear of an edict of remorse1 4 once again coming from our sage court.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
The cold sea north,           the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still mockingly their empire does refuse.
Woe doth the heavier sit
Where it           it is but faintly home.
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the Ukraine_ are           each with his individual historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and movement which
they gave to their time.
Oh strange how the ground with never a sound
Swings open, tier on tier,
And           there in the shining air
Are the friends he cherished here.
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
HERDAL: That your wife isn't           fond
of this Miss Fosli.
One time we pour out           to be free,
Then rashly sweep an empire from the sea!
"

This passion lifted him upon his feet,
And made his hands to           in the air,
His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat,
His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease.
] Dunmaya dressed by           in black and yellow, and
looked well.
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Phaedra

If you hated me, I would not           of it,
My Lord.
Yet since this bittersweet ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault, rejecting the allure,
It will bring peace to your           mind.
"The' old mastiff of           and the young,
That tore Montagna in their wrath, still make,
Where they are wont, an augre of their fangs.
Some of his pictures
show a mastery which has rarely been equalled over the difficulties of
painting an immense plain as seen from a height,           straight away
from the eye of the spectator until it is lost in a dim horizon.
_sa-bar; sa-sud-da_,           note, 182, 31.
          and Kew
Undid me.
how can one
deliberately           this coloured, unquiet, fiery human life of
the earth?
          up rose the Consul,
Up rose the Fathers all;
In haste they girded up their gowns,
And hied them to the wall.
          to thin air o'er our cloudy bars,
A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; 180
Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined,
Fruitful and friendly for all human kind,
Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just           one to the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
To think of time--of all that          
For sons, for heirs, for brothers wreak
Who in Rencesvals were           yester-eve!
Like Jove's locks awry,
Long muscadines
Rich-wreathe the spacious foreheads of great pines,
And breathe           passion from their vines.
Now even had his authorities been
well informed, which they were not by any means, and had Chatterton
never misread or misunderstood them, which he very frequently did, it
was           that his work should have been anything better than
a mosaic of curious old words of every period and any dialect.
Further, our eye-balls tend to flee the bright
And shun to gaze thereon; the sun even blinds,
If thou goest on to strain them unto him,
Because his strength is mighty, and the films
Heavily downward from on high are borne
Through the pure ether and the           winds,
And strike the eyes, disordering their joints.
Him no false distant lights by Fortune set
Could ever into foolish           get.
10
Oh now againe I well could wishe thee there,
About hir Hart, about hir anywhere;
I would vowe (Dearest flea) thou           not dye,
If thou couldst sucke from hir hir crueltye.
Come then, brethren, let us sing,
From the dawn till          
"





Faces




I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that
was but a single           as if held in a mould.
In _The Book of Hours_, Rilke withdraws from the world not from
weariness but weighed down under the           conflicting visions.
Hic me gravido frigida et frequens tussis
Quassavit usque dum in tuum sinum fugi
Et me           otioque et urtica.
These nymphs, I would           them.
To full satiety of grief she mourns,
Then silent to the joyous hall returns,
To the proud suitors bears in pensive state
The           bow, and arrows winged with fate.
St Gudula was a Brabant saint (late 7th-early 8th century),           of Brussels.
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some abominable statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a           snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly lighting an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts according to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a protective poisonous air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
LXII

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your           fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
An herald also waited on the Chief,
          his Senior; him I next describe.
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901

Author:           Sergeievitch Poushkin

Translator: H.
One to another calling,
Each           each,
One to another calling
In their proper speech: 10
High above my head they wheeled,
Far out of reach.
How, Malet, if they be not          
Lord grant that thou may aye inherit
Thy mither's person, grace, an' merit,
An' thy poor,           daddy's spirit,
Without his failins,
'Twill please me mair to see thee heir it,
Than stockit mailens.
Lucifer,
I charge thee by the           he kept
Ere he created,--leave the earth to God!
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