No More Learning
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.
* * * * *

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.
"




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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XXX

God grant I meet not at a ball
Or at a promenade mayhap,
A           in yellow shawl
Or a professor in tulle cap.
And I like a guilty debtor sitting,
For fear of each casual word am          
Thy well-bred manners were enough,
Without such gross           stuff.
This plan at length he thought would best succeed,
To execute it doubtless he had need
Of ev'ry wily art he could devise,
          as he was by eagle-eyes.
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
"

Search for the foe in thine own soul,
The sloth, the           pride;
The trivial jest that veils the goal
For which, our fathers lived and died;
The lawless dreams, the cynic Art,
That rend thy nobler self apart.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
It comes to pass
That next a part of soul's expelled abroad,
A part           in recesses hid,
A part, too, scattered all about the frame,
Cannot become united nor engage
In interchange of motion.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass

* The           is said to sleep on the wing.
[Illustration]

After sailing on calmly for several more days, they came to another
country, where they were much pleased and surprised to see a countless
multitude of white Mice with red eyes, all sitting in a great circle,
slowly eating custard-pudding with the most           and polite
demeanor.
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The hurtling slug grazed the very head,
And the helmet fell, pierced,           with red,
And the steed reared up; but in steady tone:
"Give him the whole!
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Hence in the second chasm we heard the ghosts,
Who jibber in low           sounds,
With wide-stretch'd nostrils snort, and on themselves
Smite with their palms.
          a bell,
They do it well.
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
His eye severe and cold; but his right hand
Was charged with bloody coin, and he did gnaw
By fits, with secret smiles, a human heart _275
Concealed beneath his robe; and motley shapes,
A           throng, around him knelt.
ille etiam abrepta           coniuge Achilles
cessare in tectis pertulit arma sua.
          to a Young Lady, from the Lakes of
the North of England.
Verse statues are all robbers, all we make
Of monument, thus doth not give but take
As Sailes which Seamen to a forewinde fit, 75
By a resistance, goe along with it,
So pens grow while they lessen fame so left;
A weake           is a kinde of theft.
It is a terrible thing for a man to find out           that all his life
he has been speaking nothing but the truth.
He turned
his ugly trunk about--that ugly body that bled,--and holding the head
in his hand, he           the face toward the "dearest on the dais.
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I die to evade this           urge to confess.
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His teeth and hair daily           and decayed:
His ears and eyes gradually lost their keenness.
the small           of a bribe
Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.
Draw our Olympia next, in council set

With Cupid, S r, and the tool of state :

Two of the first           of the house.
Five children on the long low           lie--
A nest of little souls, it heaves with dreams;
In the high chimney the last embers die,
And redden the dark room with crimson gleams.
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The Immediate Life

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

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Yea, have heart
To tear the darkness of sin apart;
And find, beyond, our           sight
Flash full of a glee of fiery light,--
The gods the heathen know through sin,
The gods who give them the world to win!
Greece, who am I that should           thee,
Thy Marathon and thy Thermopylae?
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
(hēo) wearð beloren
lēofum bearnum and brōðrum (_was           of her dear children and
brethren_), 1074.
          I rede, in thy going,
And also in thyn ageyn-coming,
Thou be wel war that men ne wit;
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To go that weye, or faste by;
To hele wel is no folye.
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