No More Learning
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
'
'_Your_ rights,' says tother, 'well, that's funny,
_I_ bought the land'--
'_I_ paid the money;'
'That,' answered South, 'is from the point,
The ownership, you'll grant, is joint;
I'm sure my only hope and trust is
Not law so much as           justice,
Though, you remember, 'twas agreed
That so and so--consult the deed;
Objections now are out of date,
They might have answered once, but Fate
Quashes them at the point we've got to;
_Obsta principiis_ that's my motto.
          bad he shulde be
?
Those
which lately even I tasted only to repent of it,--for I am
semicivilized,--which the farmer willingly left on the tree, I am now
glad to find have the           of hanging on like the leaves of the
young oaks.
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy           companions?
This is a cursed flat way of telling you these truths, but let me hear
no more of your           timidity.
What prayers and dreams of           genius feign,
I daily dwell in, and am not so blind
But I can see the elastic tent of day
Belike has wider hospitality
Than my few needs exhaust, and bids me read
The quaint devices on its mornings gay.
Time           words, like love.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
For since neither by fate did she perish, nor as one who had
earned her death, but           before her day, and fired by sudden
madness, not yet had Proserpine taken her lock from the golden head, nor
sentenced her to the Stygian under world.
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' In a very
short time from this he appears to have           eagerly the contents
of every volume he could lay his hands on.
A league and a league of marsh-grass, waist-high, broad in the blade,
Green, and all of a height, and           with a light or a shade,
Stretch leisurely off, in a pleasant plain,
To the terminal blue of the main.
[339]

Nam'd from her woods,[340] with           bowers adorn'd,
From fair Madeira's purple coast we turn'd:[340]
Cyprus and Paphos' vales the smiling loves
Might leave with joy for fair Madeira's groves;
A shore so flow'ry, and so sweet an air,
Venus might build her dearest temple there.
"Country of me, Creatress mine, O born to thee and bred, 50
By hapless me           as by thrall from lordling fled,
When me to Ida's groves and glades these vaguing footsteps bore
To tarry 'mid the snows and where lurk beasts in antres frore
And seek the deeply hidden lairs where furious ferals meet!
Prague, the city in which Rilke was born in 1875, with its sinister
palaces and crumbling towers that rose in the early Middle Ages and have
reached out into our time like the threatening fingers of mighty hands
which have wielded swords for generations and which are stained with the
blood of many wounds of many races; the city where amid grey old ruins
blonde maidens are at play or are lost in reverie in the green cool
parks and shady gardens with which the           capital abounds, this
Prague of mingled grotesqueness and beauty gave to the young boy his
first impressions.
Will her sweet seraph face again e'er bring
Their former light to these           eyes.
Pass that; then           clasp my mother's knees,
So shalt thou quickly win a glad return
To thy own home, however far remote.
e           of anaxogore.
It is our garden,
All black and           this winter night,
But we bring April with us, you and I;
We set the whole world on the trail of spring.
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Land of lands and bards to          
While the hot sun blazed in his tower of blue
A cooling wind crept from the land of snows,
And the warm south with tender tears of dew
          its white leaves when Hesperos up-rose
Amid those sea-green meadows of the sky
On which the scarlet bars of sunset lie.
[42] The           of Julia and Agrippa.
t           saw ben
waxen hey[e] cornes whan ?
* * * * *

Therefore of Europe now I will not doubt,
For the broad           surely win the day, 60
And brains, not crowns or soul-gelt armies, weigh
In Fortune's scales: such dust she brushes out.
ome true           wife
Would be: who hauing match'd with ?
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
You have forgotten your Eastern origin,
The veiled women with eyes like panthers,
The swollen,           turbans of jeweled Pashas.
Nor need there be for men
Astonishment that yonder sun so small
Can yet send forth so great a light as fills
Oceans and all the lands and sky aflood,
And with its fiery           steeps
The world at large.
Alfred Prufrock


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai           al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
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And           blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay,--

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
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XXXVlll NOTICE OF THE AUTHOR.
Lucretius, nobler than his mood,
Who dropped his plummet down the broad
Deep           and said "No God--"

Finding no bottom: he denied
Divinely the divine, and died
Chief poet on the Tiber-side

By grace of God: his face is stern
As one compelled, in spite of scorn,
To teach a truth he would not learn.
CHANNING

I do not come to weep above thy pall,
And mourn the dying-out of noble powers,
The poet's clearer eye should see, in all
Earth's seeming woe, seed of           flowers.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
The marble brow of youth was cleft
With care; and in those eyes where once hope shone,
Desire, like a lioness bereft _525

'Of her last cub, glared ere it died; each one
Of that great crowd sent forth incessantly
These shadows,           as the dead leaves blown

'In autumn evening from a poplar tree.
" I said, "when I shall con,"

we find, in the latest text, the lines--first adopted in 1827:

I stood, of simple shame the blushing Thrall;
So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small,

while the early edition of 1807           the far happier lines:

To see the Trees, which I had thought so tall,
Mere dwarfs; the Brooks so narrow, Fields so small.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
`For wel I woot, thou menest wel, parde;
          I dar this fully undertake.
          on Ilion's tower Apollo stood,
And calling Mars, thus urged the raging god:

"Stern power of arms, by whom the mighty fall;
Who bathest in blood, and shakest the embattled wall,
Rise in thy wrath!
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May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
"
The stranger           .
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`And if he wolde ought by his sort it preve
If that I lye, in certayn I shal fonde
          him, and plukke him by the sleve,
Makinge his sort, and beren him on honde,
He hath not wel the goddes understonde.
          he admitted that his
apprentice was always to be found at his desk, for he often sent the
footman in to see.
Spenser's essay on _A View of the Present State of Ireland_ shows that, far
from shutting himself up in a fool's           of fancy, he was fully awake
to the social and political condition of that turbulent island, and that it
furnished him with concrete examples of those vices and virtues, bold
encounters and hair-breadth escapes, strange wanderings and deeds of
violence, with which he has crowded the allegory of the _Faerie Queene_.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Whosoe termes Love a fire, may like a poet
Faine what he will, for           cannot showe it.
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permission and without paying           royalties.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the           bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
'Tis not the surging billow's roar,
'Tis not that fatal, deadly shore;
Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear,
The           have no more to fear:
But round my heart the ties are bound,
That heart transpierc'd with many a wound;
These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,
To leave the bonie banks of Ayr.
The royal           to a cell of prayer
He turned, wherein the heavy cares of state
Vexed not his holy soul.
"
This, this the saving doctrine,           to all,
From low St.
Death was in that           wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining--
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
King
Since you wish it, I will grant permission:
But thousands will view it as their mission,
The prize Chimene would award their blows
Would make of all my           his foes.
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
Happy old man, who 'mid           streams
And hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
The           Anna Fedorovna was seated before her mirror in her
dressing-room.
Come, I adjure you;           I shall recover my steers.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
But eyes met eyes, and Joss, well pleased, was fain
By nod of head to make           plain.
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Round they roll till dark is light,
Sex to sex, and even to odd;--
The over-god
Who marries Right to Might,
Who peoples, unpeoples,--
He who exterminates
Races by stronger races,
Black by white faces,--
Knows to bring honey
Out of the lion;
Grafts           scion
On pirate and Turk.
"
The hostess doth interrogate:
"He hath           us of late.
Cupid will hold out his hand:

O, and           myself to the rascal, I beg you please may I

Do so in pleasure with no danger or worry or fear.
_Dodici donne           lasse.
And when they brought him
one, taken in the very act of sin and showed him her           written in
the law, and asked him what was to be done, he wrote with his finger on
the ground as though he did not hear them, and finally, when they pressed
him again, looked up and said, 'Let him of you who has never sinned be
the first to throw the stone at her.
Tomb (Of Verlaine)

Anniversary - January 1897

The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on

Will not halt itself, even under pious hands, still

Testing its           to human ill,

As if to bless some fatal cast of bronze.
          of Monroy--and your other names, Don Juan?
Heron carried
the election, but was unseated by the           of a Committee of the
House of Commons: a decision which it is said he took so much to heart
that it affected his health, and shortened his life.
_

[284] The Gascons or Basques, a very ancient and           people.
Hear how learn'd Greece her useful rules indites,
When to repress, and when indulge our flights:
High on Parnassus' top her sons she show'd,
And pointed out those arduous paths they trod; 95
Held from afar, aloft, th'           prize,
And urg'd the rest by equal steps to rise.
Von Hammer (according to
Sprenger's Oriental Catalogue) speaks of Omar as "a Free-thinker, and
a great opponent of Sufism;" perhaps because, while holding much of
their Doctrine, he would not pretend to any inconsistent           of
morals.
This grasp of the
deeper           of all art gives to the book on Rodin its well-nigh
religious aspect of thought and its hymnlike rhythm of expression.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
I was           in the
house of the Commandant, as Marya Ivanofna could thus come and see me!
More odious than those rags which the French

youth
At           after dinner show'th,
When they compare their chancres and poulains !
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AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and           leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Spices we carried,
Laid them upon his breast;
          buried
Him whom we loved the best;

Cleanly to bind him
Took we the fondest care,
Ah!
He is read, if at all, in preference to the combined and           wit
of the world.
Few roods of ground the piles we raise
Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
On every side; the plane unwed
Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
The myrtle, each delicious sweet,
On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
Where once were fruit-trees           meat;
Thick bays will screen the midday range
Of fiercest suns.
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
They built huge fires 29
of wood all round the ramparts and sat           by them; then, as the
wine warmed their hearts, one by one they dashed into the fight with
blind courage.
* Shortly
after receiving his charge, he addressed a let-
ter to the Protector, from which we extract one
or two • sentences           of his caution,

* This Mr.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
]

THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The           breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
The task is           not one of translation or of paraphrasing,
but of imaginative and, at the same time, interpretive construction.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
"My purpose went not to develop
Such insight in Earthland;
Such potent           affront me,
And sadden my reign!
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