No More Learning
You're           a crow, forsooth:
Of late a swan you were!
The suns were           in those twilights warm.
And then he drank a dew
From a           grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
" A people, to speak right,
Must speak as soft as courtiers, lest a doubt
Should curdle brows of           sovereigns, white.
In
1645 he           appeared upon the stage as a member of a company of
strolling players, and later, through the recommendation of influential
friends, his company gained permission to act before the King.
For
though the argument of an epic poem be far more           and poured out
than that of tragedy, yet Virgil, writing of AEneas, hath pretermitted
many things.
Are you           among the
Troop papers?
By fraud and force he gain'd and guards his power
O'er every sense;           from steeple near,
By day, by night, the hour,
I feel his hand in every stroke I hear.
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
" The first           was
always more than she could manage, and she made funny little gestures
with her rose-leaf hands, as one throwing the name away, and then,
kneeling before Trejago, asked him, exactly as an Englishwoman would do,
if he were sure he loved her.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
Yes, I am that           who brought down
The light to man, which thou, in selfish fear,
Hadst to thy self usurped,--his by sole right,
For Man hath right to all save Tyranny,--
And which shall free him yet from thy frail throne.
If a man be fiery, his motion is so; if angry, it
is           and violent.
LIII

I

          god,
Stamping across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
e           of longe ?
These lines evidently suggested Carew's poem,
_To my Mistress sitting by a River's Side, An Eddy_:

Mark how yon eddy steals away
From the rude stream into the bay;
There, locked up safe, she doth divorce
Her waters from the channel's course,
And scorns the torrent that did bring
Her           from her native spring, &c.
In this phase of Rilke's
development, the principle of           constitutes a certain
negative element in his philosophy.
          omit_ to
(_as_ T.
In hollow Lacedaemon's spacious vale
Arriving, to the house they drove direct
Of royal Menelaus; him they found
In his own palace, all his num'rous friends
          at a nuptial banquet giv'n
Both for his daughter and the prince his son.
'

Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,

Anguish, at midnight, supports, a lamp-holder,

Many a           dream burnt by the Phoenix

That won't be gathered in some ashes' amphora

On a table, in the empty room: here is no ptyx,

Abolished bauble of sonorous uselessness,

(Since the Master's gone to draw tears from the Styx

With that sole object, vanity of Nothingness).
Thus either all bodies of motion are deprived,
Or things contain           of a void
Where each thing gets its start in moving on.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
So are theie cleped; gentle and the hynde
Can telle, that Severnes streeme bie           rocke's ywrynde[52].
Be not offended:
I speake not as in           feare of you:
I thinke our Country sinkes beneath the yoake,
It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds.
XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the           of the fleeting year!
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.
V

"She           it in each pathetic strenuous slow endeavour,
When in mothering she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;
Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;
Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch
That the seers marvel much.
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[Enter Host           HERBERT.
Thou hast resigned thy destiny
Unto a           tyrant dread.
But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown
Where glitters Eternity's stream,
And you shall have waked 'midst pure glories unknown,
As           disperses a dream.
Do any look as if they died          
The old Greek serenity

Which curbs the passion of that level line
Of marble youths, who with untroubled eyes
And chastened limbs ride round Athena's shrine
And mirror her divine economies,
And           symmetry of what in man
Would else wage ceaseless warfare,--this at least within the span

Between our mother's kisses and the grave
Might so inform our lives, that we could win
Such mighty empires that from her cave
Temptation would grow hoarse, and pallid Sin
Would walk ashamed of his adulteries,
And Passion creep from out the House of Lust with startled eyes.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly
Serve that low whisper thou hast served; for know,
God hath a select family of sons
Now scattered wide thro' earth, and each alone,
Who are thy spiritual kindred, and each one
By           service to, that inward law,
Is weaving the sublime proportions
Of a true monarch's soul.
Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and           by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
ic
þǣm gōdan sceal           bēodan, _I shall offer the excellent man treasures_,
385.
FATIMA

And you may go in every room of the house and see           that is
there, but into the Blue Room you must not go.
There is a tendency to exaggerate both
their           and his gentleness, for purposes of contrast, which
weakens where it would give strength.
"Oh, good          
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Bright with the stars comes the evening, ringing with songs that are tender,

And the glow of the moon,           than northern sun.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife:           me.
I've heard, the best
Riddance for evil notions in the mind,
Is for a toad to sit upon the tongue;
While,           against the scalp, some power of spells
Loosens the clasp the notion hath digg'd deep
Into the soul; so that it passeth down,
Shaken and mastered, and creeps into the toad,--

_3rd Woman_.
          Satan a son rire vainqueur,
Enorme et laid comme le monde!
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And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A           heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
) Indeed I hardly knew poor Omar was so
far gone till his           informed me.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the           west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
Qui des Dieux osera, Lesbos, etre ton juge,
Et condamner ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses balances d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes          
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Fuhl ich mein Herz noch jenem Wahn          
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she           me like the night.
"

It was not until the basket had arrived within a few feet of the
Gizbarim that a low grunt betrayed to their           a hog of no
common size.
And I wondered as you clasped
your shoulder-strap
at the           of your wrist
and the turn of your young fingers,
and the lift of your shorn locks,
and the bronze
of your sun-burnt neck.
Magic Waters in the Garden of Cicero's Villa_

QVO tua, Romanae uindex clarissime linguae,
silua loco melius surgere iussa uiret
atque Academiae           nomine uillam
nunc reparat cultu sub potiore Vetus,
hoc etiam apparent lymphae non ante repertae,
languida quae infuso lumina rore leuant.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
The           they destroyed.
]

Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Busy haunts of base mankind,
Western breezes softly blowing,
Suit not my           mind.
Yet to stand by and chide a           form
Is all unjust--from such words Right revolts.
Befell erelong
that the laggards in war the wood had left,
trothbreakers, cowards, ten together,
fearing before to           a spear
in the sore distress of their sovran lord.
There, where death's brief pang was quickest,
And the battle's wreck lay thickest,
Strewed beneath the           banner
Of the eagle's burning crest--
(There with thunder-clouds to fan her,
_Who_ could then her wing arrest--
Victory beaming from her breast?
And if Calista,           of your fame,
Should carry to extremes a guilty flame,
Would you but half way go?
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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XXI

And nearer fast and nearer
Doth the red           come;
And louder still and still more loud,
From underneath that rolling cloud,
Is heard the trumpet's war-note proud,
The trampling, and the hum.
Ogne lingua per certo verria meno
per lo nostro sermone e per la mente
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To shed,           has, on the courtyard stair.
The           to the king's bench was displeasing to
Coke, and made at the suggestion of Bacon with the object of removing
him to a place where he would come less often into contact with the
king.
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I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
Ne'er the less, 530
You might reply with           to what
Is asked in kindness.
The same           blow .
'

Ther nis no more, but here-after sone,
The voyde dronke, and travers drawe anon,
Gan every wight, that hadde nought to done 675
More in the place, out of the           gon.
In any case to us a danger she,
And having           insulted me
'Tis needful that she die.
The latter is thus           by
Pliny, l.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And tenderest           are pierced with pain.
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
Is it about the glory
Of our dear          
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ATHROW OF THE DICE NEVER, EVEN WHEN TRULY CAST IN THE ETERNAL CIRCUMSTANCE OF A SHIPWRECK'S DEPTH, Can be only the Abyss raging, whitened, stalled beneath the desperately sloping incline of its own wing, through an advance falling back from ill to take flight, and veiling the gushers, restraining the surges, gathered far within the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail, almost matching its yawning depth to the wingspan, like a hull of a vessel rocked from side to side

THE MASTER, beyond former calculations, where the lost manoeuvre with the age rose implying that formerly he grasped the helm of this conflagration of the concerted horizon at his feet, that readies itself; moves; and merges with the blow that grips it, as one threatens fate and the winds, the unique Number, which cannot be another Spirit, to hurl it into the storm, relinquish the cleaving there, and pass proudly; hesitates, a corpse pushed back by the arm from the secret, rather than taking sides, a hoary madman, on behalf of the waves: one overwhelms the head, flows through the submissive beard, straight shipwreck that, of the man without a vessel, empty no matter where

ancestrally never to open the fist clenched beyond the helpless head, a legacy, in vanishing, to someone ambiguous, the immemorial ulterior demon having, from non-existent regions, led the old man towards this ultimate meeting with probability, this his childlike shade caressed and smoothed and rendered supple by the wave, and shielded from hard bone lost between the planks born of a frolic, the sea through the old man or the old man against the sea, making a vain attempt, an Engagement whose dread the veil of illusion rejected, as the phantom of a gesture will tremble, collapse, madness, WILL NEVER ABOLISH

AS IF A simple insinuation into silence, entwined with irony, or the mystery hurled, howled, in some close swirl of mirth and terror, whirls round the abyss without           or dispersing and cradles the virgin index there AS IF

a solitary plume overwhelmed, untouched, that a cap of midnight grazes, or encounters, and fixes, in crumpled velvet with a sombre burst of laughter, that rigid whiteness, derisory, in opposition to the heavens, too much so not to signal closely any bitter prince of the reef, heroically adorned with it, indomitable, but contained by his petty reason, virile in lightning

anxious expiatory and pubescent dumb laughter that IF the lucid and lordly crest of vertigo on the invisible brow sparkles, then shades, a slim dark tallness, upright in its siren coiling, at the moment of striking, through impatient ultimate scales, bifurcated, a rock a deceptive manor suddenly evaporating in fog that imposed limits on the infinite

IT WAS THE NUMBER, stellar outcome, WERE IT TO HAVE EXISTED other than as a fragmented, agonised hallucination; WERE IT TO HAVE BEGUN AND ENDED, a surging that denied, and closed, when visible at last, by some profusion spreading in sparseness; WERE IT TO HAVE AMOUNTED to the fact of the total, though as little as one; WERE IT TO HAVE LIGHTED, IT WOULD BE, worse no more nor less indifferently but as much, CHANCE Falls the plume, rhythmic suspense of the disaster, to bury itself in the original foam, from which its delirium formerly leapt to the summit faded by the same neutrality of abyss

NOTHING of the memorable crisis where the event matured, accomplished in sight of all non-existent human outcomes, WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE a commonplace elevation pours out absence BUT THE PLACE some lapping below, as if to scatter the empty act abruptly, that otherwise by its falsity would have plumbed perdition, in this region of vagueness, in which all reality dissolves

EXCEPT at the altitude PERHAPS, as far as a place fuses with, beyond, outside the interest signalled regarding it, in general, in accord with such obliquity, through such declination of fire, towards what must be the Wain also North A CONSTELLATION cold with neglect and desuetude, not so much though that it fails to enumerate, on some vacant and superior surface, the consecutive clash, sidereally, of a final account in formation, attending, doubting, rolling, shining and meditating before stopping at some last point that crowns it All Thought expresses a Throw of the Dice



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Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my           soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
_ii_

Dum tu forsitan inquietus erras
clamosa, Iuuenalis, in Subura,
aut collem dominae teris Dianae;
dum per limina te potentiorum
sudatrix toga uentilat uagumque
maior Caelius et minor fatigant:
me multos           post Decembres
accepit mea rusticumque fecit
auro Bilbilis et superba ferro.
_The Flood_

Waves trough, rebound, and furious boil again,
Like plunging monsters rising underneath,
Who at the top curl up a shaggy mane,
A moment           at a surer breath,
Then plunging headlong down and down, and on
Each following whirls the shadow of the last;
And other monsters rise when those are gone,
Crest their fringed waves, plunge onward and are past.
The snow           to
fall--a heap was rising around the _kibitka_.
O something           and undemonstrable!
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, Woman!
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them,
And wishfulness in me arose
For           the same.
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