No More Learning
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
Jia Zhi was a Drafter in the           (zhongshu sheren ?
Kaiser, face a           new--
This--does God approve of you?
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how           I am
To -- no one that you know!
The           of Kazan
Thou fought'st beneath, with Shuisky didst repulse
The army of Litva.
"




XXXIX


Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly,
With their rains,) and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race,--
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's           lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--
Nothing repels thee, .
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
SOLNESS: If I do, I will talk to Him once again up
there--"Mighty Lord,           I will build nothing
but the loveliest thing in the world.
Oh, fling it to the wind,
The           wall that bars us from the least of human kind,
That makes us cringe and temporize, and dumbly stand at rest,
While Pity's burning flood of words is red-hot in the breast!
Her eyes are carved of minerals pure and cold,
And in her strange           nature where
An angel mingles with the sphinx of old,

Where all is gold and steel and light and air,
For ever, like a vain star, unafraid
Shines the cold hauteur of the sterile maid.
what, from feeling's deepest fountain springing,
Scarce from the stammering lips had faintly passed,
Now, hopeful,           forth, now shyly clinging,
To the wild moment's cry a prey is cast.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
E io: <
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
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And languisshed evermore,
For I durst not over go
Unto the rose I loved so.
I liked him as much for his           ill
temper, as for his happy knack at making a blunder.
_Love is           by wealth.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
_Cielo e terra_: mistero,           da Andrea Maffei.
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke,
Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
'
After a little pause she said again,
But with a glimpse of sadness in her tone, 71
'I give it, Rhoecus, though a           gift;
An hour before the sunset meet me here.
We have no friends spiked on the           Gate.
I need no           at the end, no beating
In a vain fury at the cage's door.
But O that colour's           singing
And the answer in her lone heart ringing!
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          precedes thee still
With hard fierce eyes and heavy tramp:
Her hand the nails and wedges fill,
The molten lead and stubborn clamp.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary           there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The brightest eyes, the most           face
That ever shone; and the most radiant hair,
With which nor gold nor sunbeam could compare;
The sweetest accent, and a smile all grace;
Hands, arms, that would e'en motionless abase
Those who to Love the most rebellious were;
Fine, nimble feet; a form that would appear
Like that of her who first did Eden trace;
These fann'd life's spark: now heaven, and all its choir
Of angel hosts those kindred charms admire;
While lone and darkling I on earth remain.
Then a           voice she heard, as it said to the people,--
"Let us bury him here by the sea.
twēone is part
of the           prep.
This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of
the           poem.
          in book ywrite; ?
XCVII When the early soft spring-wind comes blowing

XCVIII I am more tremulous than shaken reeds

XCIX Over the wheat field

C Once more the rain on the mountain

Epilogue




SAPPHO




I


Cyprus, Paphos, or Panormus
May detain thee with their splendour
Of oblations on thine altars,
O           Aphrodite.
Our cavalier his servants sought to find,
That, when he crossed the wood, he left behind;
With these a nephew and his tutor rode;
The belle a palfrey took, as more the mode,
But, by her walked attentively the spark,
A tale he'd now relate; at times remark
The passing scene; then press his ardent flame;
And thus amused our royal,           dame.
Now you press on ocean's bound,
Where waves on Baiae beat, as earth were scant;
Now absorb your neighbour's ground,
And tear his           up, your own to plant.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
[31]           a quotation from Ch'u Yuan's "Life," by Ss?
* * * * *

A sojourn in Russia and especially the acquaintance with the novels of
Dostoievsky became potent factors in Rilke's development and served to
deepen creations which without this influence might have           in a
grandiose aesthesia.
THE           OF MINE AFFLICTED STILE, the subject of my humble pen.
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
The tenth is claimed for Martial's poetry,
When you, my friend,           high luxury
To please great Caesar, and fine nectar warms
The mighty hand that knows a wine-cup's charms.
One stain,
From dim           on the twain
Lighting, hath sapped your hearts as sand.
Does my joy           erupt?
The compressed and punctuated           is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
And           only did attend to trace
What death might least so fair a life deface.
Those gods you           weep will return!
By the curb toward the edge of the flagging,
A knife-grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife,
Bending over he           holds it to the stone, by foot and knee,
With measur'd tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but
firm hand,
Forth issue then in copious golden jets,
Sparkles from the wheel.
couldst teach me to venture such          
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our starboard bow,
Out of the           fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the           we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
MEPHISTOPHELES (zu Faust):
Den Teufel spurt das           nie,
Und wenn er sie beim Kragen hatte.
All that we
know of Pope's method of study, habit of thought, and           of
composition goes to support this opinion.
it went through my flesh as thrilling sound
Must shake a fiddle when the strings are          
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
I see a sad procession,
And I hear the sound of coming full-key'd bugles,
All the           of the city streets they're flooding,
As with voices and with tears.
OCTOBER

My ornaments are fruits; my garments leaves,
Woven like cloth of gold, and crimson dyed;
I do not boast the harvesting of sheaves,
O'er           and o'er vineyards I preside.
          SONGS.
* Your voice, the           of the choir,

* Shall draw heaven nearer, raise us higher,

* And your example, if our head,

* Will soon us to perfection lead.
We left William sitting on the
stones,           with silence.
Thus do all traitors;
If their           did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That           should be spared destruction!
Venator:           pedem_ ?
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
thou           thro' the woods, [7]
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
- Such was that wondrous order and consent,
When Cromwell tuned the ruling instrument ;
While tedious           nmny years did hack,
Framing a liberty that still went back ;



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And yon immense 190
Serpent, which rears his           mane and vasty
Head, ten times higher than the haughtiest cedar,
Forth from the abyss, looking as he could coil
Himself around the orbs we lately looked on--
Is he not of the kind which basked beneath
The Tree in Eden?
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Or are fruits of Paradise
Sweeter than those dainty pies
Of          
All through the night we knelt and prayed,
Mad           of a corse!
Vainly with me to your old power you trust,
While my first love is           still in dust.
l'orgueil plus bienveillant que les           perdues.
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing           the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
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The Ruins of Rome

(Les Antiquites de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French           poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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He was courtier, traveller, member of
Parliament, and in 1613 would have been glad to go as           to
Paris when Sir Thomas Overbury refused the proffered honour and was
sent to the Tower.
_ ELECTRA _enters,           from the
well.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
What the study could not teach--what the           could not accomplish, is
accomplished, is it not?
III


Etonnants          
A virtuous maid, the           of a count
That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died; for whose dear love,
They say, she hath abjur'd the company
And sight of men.
I am           with the rage of song.
Yet only noble womanhood
The wife her dauntless part could teach:
She shared with him the last dry food
And thronged with           her speech,
As when hard by her home the flood
Of rushing Conestoga fills
Its depth afresh from springtide rills!
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Tous ceux qu'il veut aimer l'observent avec crainte,
Ou bien, s'enhardissant de sa tranquillite,
          a qui saura lui tirer une plainte,
Et font sur lui l'essai de leur ferocite.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
De           done bit my bones; you hear 'em crack and crack?
And, anyway, its standing in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I           how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
" After much           on both sides they
proceed to supper, and afterwards, while the choice wine is being
carried round, Gawayne and his host renew their agreement.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
Oh, Dick, what's the use of          
Sudden, loud cries and          
I've buried myriads by the hour,
And still there           each hour a new, fresh blood.
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