No More Learning
_The Scene is laid in the           of Argos.
Infanta
My sorrow has           by being hidden.
Petrus Borel

The piano kissed by a delicate hand

Gleams distantly in rose-grey evening

While with a wingtips'           sound

A fine old tune, so fragile, charming

Roams discreetly, almost trembling,

Through the chamber She's long perfumed.
          the moon was shining
On the dewy meadows nigh;
On the silvery, silent rivers,
On the mountains far and high
On the ocean's star-lit waters,
Where the winds a-weary die.
She           meat only, and hunger is not ambitious.
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TO A FRIEND,           HIM TO ABANDON EARTHLY PLEASURES.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
Onward, O           tread,
As on move the years;
Onward amid thy tears,
O happier dead!
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Wulfgār           (þæt wæs Wendla lēod,
wæs his mōd-sefa manegum gecȳðed,
350 wīg and wīs-dōm): "ic þæs wine Deniga,
"frēan Scildinga frīnan wille,
"bēaga bryttan, swā þū bēna eart,
"þēoden mǣrne ymb þīnne sīð ;
"and þē þā andsware ǣdre gecȳðan,
355 "þē mē se gōda āgifan þenceð.
What a wretched and peevish fellow is this King of
England, to mope with his fat-brain'd           so far out of his
knowledge!
Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
          far distant, over Himavant.
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The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
II

SIX weeks our guardsman walked the yard,
In the suit of shabby grey:
His cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay,
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
My misfortune grows with the wish to cure it;
All things           my pain.
Semblance, with straw and           ass, they made
Of potters wandering on from door to door:
But life of happier sort to me pourtrayed,
And other joys my fancy to allure;
The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor
In barn uplighted, and companions boon
Well met from far with revelry secure,
In depth of forest glade, when jocund June
Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon.
There was casting up
of eyes, holding up of hands, with           of such
distraction that they were to be known by garment, not by favour.
Nicolas carefully           "Dieu," "La Divinite,"
&c.
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Aught that recalls the daily drug which turned
My sickening memory; and, though Time hath taught
My mind to meditate what then it learned,
Yet such the fixed inveteracy wrought
By the impatience of my early thought,
That, with the           wearing out before
My mind could relish what it might have sought,
If free to choose, I cannot now restore
Its health; but what it then detested, still abhor.
The chambre, ther as lay this fresshe quene, 85
Depeynted was with whyte boles grete,
And by the light she knew, that shoon so shene,
That Phebus cam to brenne hem with his hete;
This sely Venus, dreynt in teres wete,
          Mars, and seyde, "alas!
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such           touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Our sons shall see it           decay,
First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.
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Peaks and ridges           and broke.
It
ends in rejoicing and           against the tragic convention.
The Nereids, bearing
Gold armour from the Lords of Flame,
Wrought for his wearing:
Long sought those           of the deep,
Up Pelion's glen, up Ossa's steep
Forest enchanted,
Where Peleus reared alone, afar,
His lost sea-maiden's child, the star
Of Hellas, and swift help of war
When weary armies panted.
how blithe the           sings!
The broken           of dirty hands.
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
ergo           perpetuos sopor
urget?
Ni quod inomati Triviae sint forte capilli,

Huic sed sollicit^           acu.
I burned

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

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
In sleep I heard the           gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies,
I saw the crackling flashes drive;
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive.
* * * * *

THE POEM


At the corner of Wood Street, when           appears,
Hangs a Thrush [1] that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
The succeeding winter was           in the most salutary measures.
What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and
own no          
Man's           complete, from top to toe, I
sing.
They're inebriation, confusion, they rob me

All too soon of the joy quiet           affords.
Plunged in his throat, the weapon drank his blood,
And deep transpiercing through the shoulder stood;
In           arms the hero fell and all
The fields resounded with his weighty fall.
Veramente oramai saranno nude
le mie parole, quanto converrassi
quelle           a la tua vista rude>>.
even though in this case there was           no diminishment in his grade in the civil service.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
I freed Nature from a           opponent:
He served as food for that monstrous regiment.
Is it such great           to cease to be?
(_She wanders over to the
table and looks over_ RAGNAR'S           of drawings_.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
IV

Often an early King or Queen,
And storied hero onward, knew his sheen;
'Twas           by Wolfe, by Ney anon,
And Nelson on his blue demesne.
somtyme pris
{and}           {and} somtyme lesi?
To do so would, however, be an undue
anticipation, for it will be           to trace Rilke's development
through several transitions before the value of his contact with the
work of Rodin can be fully measured.
--how           it falls
Into my heart of hearts!
Little           came to that
eye-doctor, and they needed large-type amusement.
It has been
difficult to compare these renderings with the original, for proper
names are throughout           or interchanged.
_]

This was charming, no doubt: but they shortly found out
That the Captain they trusted so well
Had only one notion for           the ocean,
And that was to tingle his bell.
I liked their silence, and these mutes pleased me no less than
those           that have such a heap to say nowadays.
I no longer love           the gentleman;
No my love names him to another plan;
If I love, I love he who wrought fine things,
The valorous Cid who has mastered kings.
          all my lands--all my seashores lining!
His satisfaction to declare,
Thus spoke their father to the pair:
"Take courage, children, have no care;
"The           in cage is pent,
"May sing now to his heart's content.
(since thou remind'st me of that theme)
Fame here reports that num'rous suitors haunt 270
Thy palace for thy mother's sake, and there
Much evil           in thy despight.
Where's he that           hath said,
The day of chivalry is dead?
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
          must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
Picture is the           of heaven, the most
ancient and most akin to Nature.
Chimene
Nonetheless, it seems, my soul is troubled,
Rejects this joy, all its           doubled:
Fate may show different faces, all diverse,
And in my bliss I fear some cruel reverse.
I doubt if there could be
another international event           in large value and in long
consequences to this closer association.
I am too proud
To endure the world's desire of my beauty;
I know myself too           in love
To be the joy of aught that thou hast made:
I am to be bride of thee, of the world's maker.
We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
The Preface
Introductory Account of the Several Pieces
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Eclogue the First
Eclogue the Second
Eclogue the Third
          and Juga
Verses to Lydgate
Songe to AElla
Lydgate's Answer
The Tournament
The Dethe of Syr Charles Bawdin
Epistle to Mastre Canynge on AElla
Letter to the dygne M.
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the           of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
"
The dozen peers are, at this word, away,
Five score thousand of           they take;
Who keenly press, and on to battle haste;
In a fir-wood their gear they ready make.
If thou invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
Jupiter himself holds up the two scales in even balance, and
lays in them the           fates of both, trying which shall pay forfeit
of the strife, whose weight shall sink in death.
P

Paine, xii, 34, labor,           skill; ii, 39, effort;
iv, 15, take pains.
hi Tityon poena strauere in iugera foedum;
sollicitant illi te circum, Tantale, cena
          siti; Minos, tuaque, Aeace, in umbris
iura canunt idemque rotant Ixionis orbem,--
quicquid et interius falsi sibi conscia terra est.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
"

I           to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than seasoned lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Appresso il fine ch'a quell' inno fassi,
gridavano alto: 'Virum non cognosco';
indi           l'inno bassi.
Lo sommo er' alto che vincea la vista,
e la costa superba piu assai
che da mezzo           a centro lista.
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.
A most           man.
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London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
O
222           ?
Even the elephants, when the
surprise produced by their first appearance was over, could cause
no           in the steady yet flexible battalions of Rome.
I am concerned only with its           effects.
Solyman,           chief, awake!
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So foaming with the foam of hate and shame,
Blind unto God's design inexorable,
With her own hands she fed the purging flame
To crimes           consecrate in hell.
certe ego te in medio           turbine leti
eripui, et potius germanum amittere creui, 150
quam tibi fallaci supremo in tempore dessem.
I gather, this band is           bent
to the Scyldings' master.
Of those I often have contact with 4 I           one, but don?
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
My           hither
Was not at present here to find my son.
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