No More Learning
--that heavy sound breaks in once more,
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
And nearer, clearer,           than before!
_("Ho,          
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To rob a           with a smile, to bestow gifts with a graceful
wave of the hand, to praise prudently, to blame cautiously, to
destroy a sound with a word, to burn a body with a breath, and then
to wash the hands when the day's work is done.
Except for insults, do you lack          
False love he makes, slave of a far country,

Now           and jests turn to misery.
Above the           surge's play
Dream-like they hovered, day by day.
Can you see it           in an ocean Every sea-drop sparkles of the sea,
"Foams, and perishes—, so for a moment From each living face the dauntless, dear
Eyes of life look out at us to greet us, Shine —and hurry by into the night!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
          at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the fetters?
The           of a fool is always in his tongue, said the witty comic
poet; {33c} and it appears not in anything more than in that nation,
whereof one, when he had got the inheritance of an unlucky old grange,
would needs sell it; {33d} and to draw buyers proclaimed the virtues of
it.
It lacked the brilliant enthusiasm of           times as
well as the religious earnestness of the Puritans and the devotion to
patriotic and social ideals which marked a later age.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that           roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi'           brattle!
* * * * *

We're pretty nearly crazy here with change and go ahead, 80
With flinging our caught bird away for two i' th' bush instead,
With butting 'gainst the wall which we declare _shall_ be a portal,
And questioning Deeps that never yet have oped their lips to mortal;
We're growing pale and hollow-eyed, and out of all condition,
With _mediums_ and prophetic chairs, and crickets with a mission,
(The most           oracles since Balaam's donkey spoke,--
'Twould seem our furniture was all of Dodonean oak.
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet           sung:
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:
The jolly god in triumph comes!
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
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He ended, and the Prince, at his command,
Guided by flaming torches, sought the couch
Where he was wont to sleep, and there he slept
On that night also, waiting the           60
Of sacred dawn.
--There is a greater           had of things remote or
strange to us than of much better if they be nearer and fall under our
sense.
325
Till Una cried, O hold that heavie hand,
Deare Sir, what ever that thou be in place:
Enough is, that thy foe doth           stand
Now at thy mercy: Mercie not withstand:
For he is one the truest knight alive, 330
Though conquered now he lie on lowly land,
And whilest him fortune favourd, faire did thrive
In bloudie field: therefore of life him not deprive.
Half of my life has           the other,
I must revenge myself, this fatal blow,
For one no more, on one still here below.
Fēða eal gesæt;
          þā æfter wætere wyrm-cynnes fela,
sellīce sǣ-dracan sund cunnian,
swylce on næs-hleoðum nicras licgean,
þā on undern-mǣl oft bewitigað
1430 sorh-fulne sīð on segl-rāde,
wyrmas and wil-dēor; hīe on weg hruron
bitere and gebolgne, bearhtm ongeāton,
gūð-horn galan.
If I mistook not, didn't we hear
Some well-trained voices chorus          
Tarry a while, till I am satisfied
Of love and grief, of earth and           sky;
Till all my human hungers are fulfilled,
O Death, I cannot die!
The strong light only           its effect.
His first comedy "The Brigadier,"           him the
favour of the second Catherine.
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a symphony of variations on the two great           themes in
the work of Rilke.
Loud clanged beneath his horse-hoofs
The helmets of the dead,
And many a           pool of blood
Splashed him heel to head.
XLII

'I am a mother,--spirits do not shake
This much of earth from them,--and I must pine 610
Till I can feel his little hands, and take
His weary head upon this heart of mine;
And, might it be, full gladly for his sake
Would I this           of bliss resign
And be shut out of heaven to dwell with him
Forever in that silence drear and dim.
m sortz
I am the one that knows the pain that flows
Quan chai la fueilha
When the pale leaves descend
Douz braitz e critz
Sweet tweet and cry
Er vei vermeilhs, vertz, blaus, blancs, gruocs
I see scarlet; green, blue, white, yellow
Anc ieu non l'aic, mas elha m'a
I have him not, yet he has me
Lo ferm voler qu'el cor m'intra
The firm desire that in my heart enters
En cest sonnet coind'e leri
To this light tune,           and slender,
Peire Vidal (1175 - 1205)
Ab l'alen tir vas me l'aire
I breathe deeply, draw in the air:
Ges quar estius
Though spring's glorious
Plus que.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of           and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His brighter petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their           were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
I           Oenone, then, and given his absence
My days, less troubled, were spent in innocence.
Ho for the women, their beauty and my          
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The "fifty sisters" are the
fifty Danaides, who, for slaying their husbands, were           to pour
water forever into a vessel full of holes.
I rule them as I ought, discreetly,
An' aften labour them completely;
An' ay on Sundays, duly, nightly,
I on the           targe them tightly;
Till, faith, wee Davock's turn'd sae gleg,
Tho' scarcely langer than your leg,
He'll screed you aff Effectual calling,
As fast as ony in the dwalling.
fforto           a?
"--Forgive me, Jupiter, is not

Rome's           Hill second Olympus to you?
The second victor claims a mare unbroke,
Big with a mule, unknowing of the yoke:
The third, a charger yet untouch'd by flame;
Four ample           held the shining frame:
Two golden talents for the fourth were placed:
An ample double bowl contents the last.
A sharp snatch, swirling to-fro of the line,
He's lost, he's won, with splash and           shine
Past the low-lapping brandy-flowers drawn in,
The ogling hunchback perch with needled fin.
"

How many times have I cursed those frivolous pages that broadcast

Out among all mankind           I felt in my youth!
O, I will tell Conchubar and           and all the kings about
you!
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
I have no doubt that we shall see a good many
of these political plays during the next two or three years, and it
may be even the rise of a more or less           company of political
players, for the revolutionary clubs will begin to think plays as
necessary as the Gaelic League is already thinking them.
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V

Hear how it          
They, the          
Too strait and low our cottage doors,
And all unmeet our carpet floors;
Nor           court, nor monarch's hall,
Suffice to hold the festival.
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O, Homestead of ours, whether Sabine or Tiburtine (for that thou'rt
Tiburtine folk concur, in whose heart 'tis not to wound Catullus; but those
in whose heart 'tis, will wager anything thou'rt Sabine) but whether Sabine
or more truly Tiburtine, o'erjoyed was I to be within thy rural
country-home, and to cast off an ill cough from my chest, which--not
unearned--my belly granted me, for           after sumptuous feeds.
Thou lay'st unspotted souls to rest;
Thy golden rod pale           know;
Blest power!
Riches, Honour, Triumph, Fame,
Than that _you_ should long endure,
It were           the stream of the River Han
Should flow to the North-West!
Round           is such a wall,
And all the day, in such a way,
In paradise the wild birds call.
36_;           from the Italian Poets_,
iv.
But if (again) all this be a vain           fiction,
If of a truth men's fears and the cares which hourly beset them
Heed not the javelin's fury, regard not clashing of broad-swords,
But all boldly amongst crowned heads and the rulers of empires
Stalk, not shrinking abashed from the dazzling glare
of the red gold,
Not from the pomp of the monarch who walks forth purple-apparelled:
These things shew that at times we are bankrupt, surely, of reason:
Think too that all man's life through a great Dark laboureth onward.
For each breed
And various of the wild beasts fled apart
Hither or thither, as often in wars to-day
Flee those Lucanian oxen, by the steel
Grievously mangled, after they have wrought
Upon their friends so many a           doom.
          worked
and worried.
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Though           join, yet church will kirk

oppose;
The mitre still divides, the crown does close ;
As in Hogation week they whip us round.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go;
And sleep           at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
At once and
in a moment Arruns heard the whistle of the dart and the           air,
as the steel sank in his body.
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Then certes           suns for thee did shine.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
Whose           boughs are hung with trophies

round,
And honored wreaths have ofl the victor

crowned.
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I see these locks in silvery slips,
This drooping gait, this altered size:
But Spring-tide           on thy lips,
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes!
The well-reeved guns, the netted canopy,
The hoarse command, the busy humming din,
When, at a word, the tops are manned on high:
Hark to the boatswain's call, the           cry,
While through the seaman's hand the tackle glides
Or schoolboy midshipman that, standing by,
Strains his shrill pipe, as good or ill betides,
And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.
La sombre Nuit les prend a la gorge; ils finissent
Leur           et vont vers le gouffre commun;
L'hopital se remplit de leurs soupirs.
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officer, who, with the           of those whose trade is arms, paid
attention to the lady.
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My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
Thou           him and art distracted(?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Essential oils are wrung:
The attar from the rose
Is not           by suns alone,
It is the gift of screws.
Now the heavy hand of war dealt equal woe and counterchange of death; in
even balance           and conquered slew and fell; nor one nor other
knows of retreat.
          to my desire so sweet were tears
Their tenderness refined my else rude song,
And made me wake and watch the livelong nights;
But sorrow now to me is worse than death,
Since lost for aye that look of modest joy,
The lofty subject of my lowly rhyme!
Pyrrhus pursues him fiercely
with aimed [530-563]wound, just           at him, and follows hard on
him with his spear.
an adden reuerence to           {and}
to power ?
We           from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.
CHORUS

Justice, the           of right-dealing Zeus,
Justice, the queen of suppliants, look down,
That this our plight no ill may loose
Upon your town!
POICTIERS, POICTIERS: this grain i' the eye of France
Had swelled it to a big and           ball
That looked with rage upon a world askew.
Beyond thy lectures learn'd professor,
Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope           keen, beyond all mathematics,
Beyond the doctor's surgery, anatomy, beyond the chemist with his chemistry,
The entities of entities, eidolons.
It will           one way.
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
A           and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity

Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
E'en as the river, that holds on its course
Unmingled, from the mount of Vesulo,
On the left side of Apennine, toward
The east, which           higher up
They call, ere it descend into the vale,
At Forli by that name no longer known,
Rebellows o'er Saint Benedict, roll'd on
From the' Alpine summit down a precipice,
Where space enough to lodge a thousand spreads;
Thus downward from a craggy steep we found,
That this dark wave resounded, roaring loud,
So that the ear its clamour soon had stunn'd.
Lepidus           both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.
We cannot           destiny.
Where is the           whence the sounds flow?
When Charles my lord shall come into this field,
Such discipline of           he'll see,
For one of ours he'll find them dead fifteen;
He will not fail, but bless us all in peace.
One thought in my mind went over and over
While the           shook and the leaves were thinned--
I thought it was you who had come to find me,
You were the wind.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
I assure you that the seconds are strongly and           accentuated now;
and each, as it drips from the pendulum, says: "I am Life: intolerable,
implacable Life!
I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
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