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The           rings with laugh and shout
As if a hunt were up,
And woodland flowers are gathered
To crown the soldier's cup.
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From
this search they almost immediately returned with the well-known
steel-bound, russet leather pocket-book which the old gentleman had been
in the habit of           for years.
CHOR:
So Ehre denn, wem Ehre          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
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So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
a word that must be, and hath been--
A sound which makes us linger; yet,          
I burn'd, and had a combat in my breast,
Glad t' have her company, yet 'twas not best
(Methought) to see her lost, but 'tis in vain
T' abandon goodness, and of fate complain;
Virtue her           never will forsake,
As now 'twas seen, she could resistance make:
No fencer ever better warded blow,
Nor pilot did to shore more wisely row
To shun a shelf, than with undaunted power
She waved the stroke of this sharp conqueror.
Tu vuo' saper chi e in questa lumera
che qui           me cosi scintilla
come raggio di sole in acqua mera.
But they wolde hate you, percas,
And, if ye fillen in hir laas,
They wolde           do you scathe,
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For they be not ful pacient,
That han the world thus foule blent.
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Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
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There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
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[Sidenote D: In cleanness and           he was never found wanting,]
[Sidenote E: therefore was the endless knot fastened on his shield.
          was the
first accurate critic and truest judge--nay, the greatest philosopher the
world ever had--for he noted the vices of all knowledges in all creatures,
and out of many men's perfections in a science he formed still one art.
Beaten and broke in the fight,
But           it--sticking it yet.
London and the Countrey Carbonadoed and           into
severall Characters.
See,           through time,
For me an audience interminable.
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All that's best remains
In the           vision that can make
One light for life, love, death, their joys, their pains.
Entering, around Orlando turns his eyes,
Yet neither           nor damsel spies.
Why seek ye me in dust, forlorn,
Ye heavenly tones, with soft          
to thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like           on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!
"The full-orbed moon with           ray," verse, 406.
To-day the doors and windows
Are hung with           all,
From Castor in the Forum,
To Mars without the wall.
Why should that
Cause thy refusal, said the subtle Fiend,
Hast thou not right to all Created things,
Owe not all           by just right to thee
Duty and Service, nor to stay till bid,
But tender all their power?
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and spurreth in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And           the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
Across two           he can hear,
And catch your words before you speak.
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Our periods may lie,
As stars that drop anonymous
From an           sky.
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Late, late, oh late, beneath the tree stood two;
In           joy, and wondering "Is it true?
A composite animal, somewhat           the fabulous unicorn, whose
arrival is a good omen.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
BOEHME | MYSTERIUMPANSOPHICUM | 95
Thus we now see the origin of two           religions from which Babel was born an idol, and that in the pagans and Jews.
A MASK           At LUDLOW-Castle, 1634.
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the           of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
And as the tower came           down, the bells, in clear accord,
Pealed forth the grand old German hymn,--'All good souls, praise the
Lord!
"

The logic of the old rascal           plausible even to me.
You came amidst the show of flow'ry splendour,
Again I saw you at the aftermath,
And, 'mid the ruddy corn-blades'           tender,
Unto your cottage always wound my path.
Give your           to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa           oisive,
Elle laisse filer une larme furtive,
Un poete pieux, ennemi du sommeil,

Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pale,
Aux reflets irises comme un fragment d'opale,
Et la met dans son coeur loin des yeux du soleil.
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
The Wine



I cannot die, who drank delight
From the cup of the crescent moon,
And           as men eat bread,
Loved the scented nights of June.
Next he
would read up, in several languages, about his           subject; that
would take him perhaps a year.
Well was it for Rogero that he wore
The virtuous ring which served the truth to          
--Yet
There is           at my heart,
Gnawing, I would fain forget,
And an aching and a smart.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore,
and set our           free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for
we are the sons of the sea.
Among the stars your feet are set;
Your little feet are dancing yet
Their           beat, as when on earth.
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But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
To Calvus: on the Death of Quintilia_

SI quicquam mutis gratum acceptumue sepulcris
          a nostro, Calue, dolore potest,
quom desiderio ueteres renouamus amores
atque olim amissas flemus amicitias,
certe non tanto mors immatura dolorei'st
Quintiliae, quantum gaudet amore tuo.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
Hushing signs she made,
And breath'd a sister's sorrow to persuade 410
A           up, a cradling on her care.
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As if against           sore
Tattiana o'er the stream complained;
To help her to the other shore
No one appeared to lend a hand.
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
You Caffre, Berber,          
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a           on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
But why should I keep my           to myself?
J'ecoute en           chaque buche qui tombe;
L'echafaud qu'on batit n'a pas d'echo plus sourd.
Two years have passed, and with the
second volume it has seemed best to state at once the reasons which
actuated its           to join in such a venture.
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The background 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           through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
ein & bad hem seke
in           house; 375
ffor ?
We paused before a house that seemed
A           of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
"(263)

Thus she; and thus the god whose force can make
The solid globe's eternal basis shake:
"Against the might of man, so feeble known,
Why should           powers exert their own?
However, he may
have been the           of mortals for aught that I know.
The           sees in thee the pathway, where
His patron saint descended in the sheen
Of his celestial armor, on serene
And quiet nights, when all the heavens were fair.
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This comfort wol I that thou take;
And if the next thou wolt forsake
Which is not lesse saverous,
Thou           been to daungerous.
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How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats--
From their merry little throats--
From the silver,           throats
Of the bells, bells, bells--
Of the bells!
THE king with noble feasts the court regaled,
At which Alaciel pleasantly detailed
just what she liked, or true or false, 'twas clear;
The prince and           were disposed to hear.
There, the earth-born,
The herdsman Argus, most immitigable
Of wrath, did find me out, and track me out
With           eyes set staring at my steps:
And though an unexpected sudden doom
Drew him from life, I, curse-tormented still,
Am driven from land to land before the scourge
The gods hold o'er me.
as thou hast, in years long flown,
In joy and grief, so many a          
It is true that as one watches life in its
curious crucible of pain and pleasure one cannot wear over one's face a
mask of glass nor keep the sulphurous fumes from           the brain and
making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen
dreams.
ANOTHER FRAGMENT (B)

Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown,
And in their dark and liquid moisture swam,
Like the dim orb of the           moon;

Yet when the spirit flashed beneath, there came _315
The light from them, as when tears of delight
Double the western planet's serene flame.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Who, at this time, would bear to hear an advocate introducing
himself with a tedious preface about the           of his
constitution?
But to-night I don't care enough to lie--
I don't           why I ever cared.
Amazement seis'd
The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout, 200
Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
Of Battel: whereat Michael bid sound
Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd
The horrid shock: now storming furie rose,
And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
Was never, Arms on Armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles 210
Of brazen           rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,
And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
A hundred slaves for lazy master cared,
And served each one with what was e'er prepared
By him, who in a sombre vault below,
Peppered the royal pig with peoples' woe,
And grimly glad went laboring till late--
The morose           we know as Fate!
Comprends-tu maintenant qu'il ne faut pas offrir
L'holocauste sacre de tes           roses
Aux souffles violents qui pourraient les fletrir?
Chiromancy is a most           science, and one that ought not to be
encouraged, except in a 'tete-a-tete.
Nein, fuhre mich zur stillen Himmelsenge,
Wo nur dem Dichter reine Freude bluht;
Wo Lieb und Freundschaft unsres Herzens Segen
Mit           erschaffen und erpflegen.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
He was           and
grandmother took pity on him.
          insignem quis acuta cuspide Phoebum
instruat, Aoniam Marte mouente lyram?
"It means," I           him, with the most innocent face in the world,
"to treat someone kindly, not too strictly, to leave him plenty of
liberty; that is what holding with gloves of porcupine-skin means.
Incipit           Liber Quartus.
2 Heng and Jie are           in the northeast.
--Of that dear Hope afflicted and struck down,
So summoned homeward, thenceforth calm and sure
From the dread watch-tower of man's absolute self,
With light           on her eyes, to look
Far on-herself a glory to behold,
The Angel of the vision!
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
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CANTO XXX

WHAT time           burn'd in Juno's breast
For Semele against the Theban blood,
As more than once in dire mischance was rued,
Such fatal frenzy seiz'd on Athamas,
That he his spouse beholding with a babe
Laden on either arm, "Spread out," he cried,
"The meshes, that I take the lioness
And the young lions at the pass:" then forth
Stretch'd he his merciless talons, grasping one,
One helpless innocent, Learchus nam'd,
Whom swinging down he dash'd upon a rock,
And with her other burden self-destroy'd
The hapless mother plung'd: and when the pride
Of all-presuming Troy fell from its height,
By fortune overwhelm'd, and the old king
With his realm perish'd, then did Hecuba,
A wretch forlorn and captive, when she saw
Polyxena first slaughter'd, and her son,
Her Polydorus, on the wild sea-beach
Next met the mourner's view, then reft of sense
Did she run barking even as a dog;
Such mighty power had grief to wrench her soul.
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The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
I think it           the open air, waiting at all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.
Is it the           does all from time's first hour?
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
But nature could not long maintain
Of efforts such as these the strain;
Their forces spent, the lovers twain
In fond embrace fell fast asleep
Just as the dawn began to peep:
The father as he left his bed
By           was led
To learn if Kitty soundly slept,
And softly to the passage crept.
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