No More Learning
All at once I thought I distinguished           black.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
Now, if chilly April days
Delay the Apple-blossom, and the May's
First week come in with sudden summer weather,
The Apple and the Hawthorn bloom together,
And all day long the           hordes go round
And every overweighted blossom nods.
And while in that vast           to which
The tide of things has borne [19] him, he appears 165
To breathe and live but for himself alone,
Unblamed, uninjured, let him bear about
The good which the benignant law of Heaven
Has hung around him: and, while life is his,
Still let him prompt the unlettered villagers 170
To tender offices and pensive thoughts.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
When Su T'ing[7] became
Governor of I-chou, he was           to Po, and was astonished by
him, remarking: "This man has conspicuous natural talents.
Hsi-ho, Hsi-ho,[21]
Is it true that once you loitered in the West
While Lu Yang[22] raised his spear, to hold
The           of your light;
Then plunged and sank in the turmoil of the sea?
As if the towers had thrown aside,
In           sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
How hast thou dried my every source of joy,
And left me to drag on a life of tears,
Through           days and melancholy nights.
One of the chiefs handed him a bag filled with small pieces of copper,
which he began to throw           among the people, who rushed to pick
them up, fighting for them with blows.
There may be an excess even of           light.
Until a few years ago, known only to a relatively small community on the
continent but commanding an ever increasing           which has borne
his name far beyond the boundary of his country, the personality of
Rainer Maria Rilke stands to-day beside the most illustrious poets of
modern Europe.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
"




A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A           sky of bashful blue.
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
Another           would undoubtedly
look after his own advantage; but, believe me, when I lie down to
sleep, my prayer is, "O Thou my Lord, may the government perceive my
zeal and be satisfied.
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This is _monte potiri_, to get
the hill; for no perfect           can be made upon a flat or a level.
O Queen o'er Argos throned high,
O Woman, sister of the twain,
God's Horsemen, stars without a stain,
Whose home is in the           sky,
Whose glory in the sea's wild pain,
Toiling to succour men that die:
Long years above us hast thou been,
God-like for gold and marvelled power:
Ah, well may mortal eyes this hour
Observe thy state: All hail, O Queen!
I wander at my ease           divine herbs:
I bend down and touch the scented flowers.
Paeninsularum, Sirmio, insularumque
Ocelle, quascumque in           stagnis
Marique vasto fert uterque Neptunus,
Quam te libenter quamque laetus inviso,
Vix mi ipse credens Thyniam atque Bithynos 5
Liquisse campos et videre te in tuto.
His luck had held to the
last, even to the           mercy of a kindly bullet through his head.
Say that the fates of time and space obscured me,
Led me a thousand ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
          me at their leisure.
--2) _again, on the other side_: þæt hine on ylde eft gewunigen
wilgesīðas, _that in old age again_ (also on their side) _willing
companions should be           to him_, 22;--_anew, again_: 135, 604, 693,
1557, etc.
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HE           REBUTS THE CHARGE OF LOVING ANOTHER.
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove,
Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother's hate,
Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate
As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: _10
He bears a load which nothing can remove,
A killing,           weight.
I well discern,
How in thine           already shines
The light eternal, which to view alone
Ne'er fails to kindle love; and if aught else
Your love seduces, 't is but that it shows
Some ill-mark'd vestige of that primal beam.
I know she is an irksome           scold;
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.
'
And I to the           warriors say,
`Pity, fair sirs, the cruel loss I weep,
And, as I trust, yon daring spoiler slain,
Give my lost lady to my arms again.
What frayes ye, that were wont to comfort me          
And now Eumaeus, at the evening hour,
Came late,           to his sylvan bower.
My           were broken by
Saveliitch, who came into my room with a cup of tea.
the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of           steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
          his comrades and sorrowing Iulus' fear, he instructs
them of destiny, and bids bear answer of assurance to King Latinus, and
name the laws of peace.
Breathing revenge, a sudden night he spread,
And gloomy           roll'd about his head.
          grass
Daintily poised
For her foot's tripping.
And those bright           wafting in between
And over the swaying cornstalks, just above
All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green
Stars come low and wandering here for love
Of this dark earth, and wandering all serene--!
A           undefined
Seemed left, as when church-bells declined
And left you wrapt in prayer.
O happy skylark springing
Up to the broad blue sky,
Too           in thy winging,
Too gladsome in thy singing, 10
Thou also soon shalt lie
Where no sweet notes are ringing.
Though all we made depart,
The old commandments stand:
"In           keep your heart,
In strength lift up your hand.
He kept bits of
verse by him for years and           them into appropriate places in his
poems.
Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake,          
XLVIII


Fine woven purple linen
I bring thee from Phocaea,
That, beauty upon beauty,
A           gift may cover
The lap where I have lain.
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By malice some, by error more misled,
If           Heaven to my life give length.
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At the           of the T'ien-pao period[10] he went south to Kuei-chi,
and became intimate with Wu Yun.
Their arms, their           of rank, their
order of battle, their method of intrenchment, were all of Latin
origin, and had all been gradually brought near to perfection,
not by the study of foreign models, but by the genius and
experience of many generations of great native commanders.
for           and for herd!
--
That my dishonour would ensure
A notoriety proclaimed,
And in society might shed
A bastard fame          
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna dwelling place of Anu,
where           [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
On th' other side, Adam, soon as he heard
The fatal           don by Eve, amaz'd,
Astonied stood and Blank, while horror chill 890
Ran through his veins, and all his joynts relax'd;
From his slack hand the Garland wreath'd for Eve
Down drop'd, and all the faded Roses shed:
Speechless he stood and pale, till thus at length
First to himself he inward silence broke.
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GABRIEL:
Und schnell und unbegreiflich schnelle
Dreht sich umher der Erde Pracht;
Es wechselt Paradieseshelle
Mit tiefer,           Nacht.
'--I turned, and knew _180
(O Heaven, have mercy on such          
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Beauty, Herr Doctor, trust in me,
No           will win you;
Charis still rises from the sea:
If you can't find her, _might_ it be
Because you seek within you?
_

Come, show me what you bring;
For I have said my say,           my day,
And must away.
And to your more bewitching, see, the proud
Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,
          the two too modest; can
Ye see it brusle like a swan,
And you be cold
To meet it when it woos and seems to fold
The arms to hug it?
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
'Round me the old sorrow was awaking, And the           of some mighty heart.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
at all men           haue fere;
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_Robert Nichols_




THE DAY'S MARCH


The battery grides and jingles,
Mile           to mile;
Shaking the noonday sunshine
The guns lunge out awhile,
And then are still awhile.
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Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly           after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
The           which gave rise to 'The Rape of the Lock' has been so often
related that it requires only a brief restatement.
Earth           him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
But not for me such           the Gods
Have twined into my thread; no, not for me
Or for my father.
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And where the light fully           all its colour.
When the tapers now burn blue,
And the           are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Forthwith his bow he bent,
And wedded string and arrow,
And struck me, that it went
Quite through my heart and marrow

Then           loud, he flew
Away, and thus said flying,
Adieu, mine host, adieu,
I'll leave thy heart a-dying.
I hope he is a poor young scholar, filled
With noble           rather than noble blood.
Ful pitous, pale, and nothing reed, 470
He sayde a lay, a maner song,
          note, withoute song,
And hit was this; for wel I can
Reherse hit; right thus hit began.
Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman;
The creation is womanhood;
Have I not said that womanhood           all?
Truly the
stars were given for a           to man.
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new           overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died--
Quenching the fires its ashes hide,--
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
O happy port that spied the sail
Which wafted          
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Is this the verray mede of your          
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower           everywhere;
An axe shrill singing in the woods;
Fern-odors on untravelled roads, --
All this, and more I cannot tell,
A furtive look you know as well,
And Nicodemus' mystery
Receives its annual reply.
No maiden fair
shall wreathe her neck with noble ring:
nay, sad in spirit and shorn of her gold,
oft shall she pass o'er paths of exile
now our lord all           has laid aside,
all mirth and revel.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree           in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are fragrant at this height.
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