No More Learning
"
'Twas dark           spoke.
Sometimes your piping is delicious,
And then again it's simply vicious;
Though on the whole the varying jangle
Weaves round me an           tangle
Of memories grave or joyous:
Things to weep or laugh at;
Love that lived at a hint, or
Days so sweet, they'd cloy us;
Nights I have spent with friends;--
Glistening groves of winter,
And the sound of vanished feet
That walked by the ripening wheat;
With other things.
To be born, or at any rate bred, in a handbag, whether it had handles or
not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary           of
family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French
Revolution.
He           for Orestes' wrath?
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
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Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
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Where when that fairest Una she beheld,
Whom well she knew to spring from heavenly race, 70
Her hart with joy unwonted inly sweld,
As feeling           comfort in her weaker eld.
Consenting to be nailed here by the hand
To the very bay-tree under which she stept
A queen of old, and plucked a leafy branch;
And, licensing the world too long indeed
To use her broad phylacteries to staunch
And stop her bloody lips, she takes no heed
How one clear word would draw an avalanche
Of living sons around her, to succeed
The           generations.
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy fluttering           5
Through the twilight.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
`I love thee well, dear Love,' quoth she, `and yet
Would that thy creed with mine           met,
As one, not two.
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"There was one odd Fellow in our Company--he was so like a Figure in
the 'Pilgrim's Progress' that Richard always called him the
'ALLEGORY,' with a long white beard--a rare Appendage in those
days--and a Face the colour of which seemed to have been baked in,
like the Faces one used to see on           Jugs.
* * * *

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
Their sorrow was deep as the waters of the Lake that
go           down a thousand miles.
' This is Joseph Glanvil's story--

There was very lately a lad in the University of
Oxford, who being of very pregnant and ready parts and
yet wanting the           of preferment, was by
his poverty forced to leave his studies there, and to
cast himself upon the wide world for a livelihood.
Lilamani, aetat 1

Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your sheltering mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
          and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
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The sunlit southern slopes produce           mushrooms; 8 on shadowy north slope rest Oxherd and Dipper Fanning out, tall pines hang inverted, jutting jagged, weird rocks rush.
Yea, and alive in me: my spirit hath been
Enjoyed by the lust of the world, and I am changed
Vilely by the vile thing that clutcht on me,
Like           smoke eating into silver.
In the palace grounds
An alcove on a garden gives, and there
A tiny thing--forgot in the general fear,
Lulled in the flower-sweet dreams of infancy,
Bathed with soft           falling brokenly
Through leaf and lattice--was at that moment waking;
A little lovely maid, most dear and taking,
The prince's sister--all alone, undressed--
She sat up singing: children sing so best.
Elate with joy the king his aspect rears,
And valiant GAMA, thrill'd with transport, hears
His drums' bold rattling raise the battle sound;
Echo, deep-ton'd, hoarse, vibrates far around;
The shiv'ring trumpets tear the shrill-voic'd air,
Quiv'ring the gale, the flashing lightnings flare,
The smoke rolls wide, and sudden bursts the roar,
The lifted waves fall trembling, deep the shore
Groans; quick and quicker blaze           blaze
In flashing arms; louder the thunders raise
Their roaring, rolling o'er the bended skies
The burst incessant; awe-struck Echo dies
Falt'ring and deafen'd; from the brazen throats,
Cloud after cloud, enroll'd in darkness, floats,
Curling their sulph'rous folds of fiery blue,
Till their huge volumes take the fleecy hue,
And roll wide o'er the sky; wide as the sight
Can measure heav'n, slow rolls the cloudy white:
Beneath, the smoky blackness spreads afar
Its hov'ring wings, and veils the dreadful war
Deep in its horrid breast; the fierce red glare,
Cheq'ring the rifted darkness, fires the air,
Each moment lost and kindled, while around,
The mingling thunders swell the lengthen'd sound.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
          of a stiller town.
_1669_]

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Windmill go.
          it not so deepely

Mac.
'Tis hardly worth while coming all this           to be
compelled to keep my father!
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See you not yon hills and dales,
The sun shines on sae          
Why did they not come along with you,          
In the poem entitled _Pont Du
Carrousel_, written in Paris a few years later, Rilke has visioned the
blind beggar aloof amid the           crowds of the metropolis.
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.
Western beams follow flowing water;
Stir a ripple in           person's mind.
The waters had           not slowly,
The thunder was not spent
Nor the wind near finishing;
Who would have said that the storm was diminishing?
"


The day returns, my bosom burns,
The           day we twa did meet:
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
Would that in manner like, I were able
with thee to sport and sad cares of mind to          
He hath thee maked vicaire and           140

>>
Et que mal hyer et pis m'est hui,
Tost apres si me ranvite,
Vierge douce, se pren fuite,
Se je fui a la poursuite,
Ou fuiray, qu'a mon refui?
It narrates how the son and
daughter of the           king, Agamemnon, slew, in due course of revenge,
and by Apollo's express command, their guilty mother and her paramour.
Till the evening, nearing,
One the           drew --
Quick!
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour           it.
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Yet so it befell, his           pierced
that wondrous worm, -- on the wall it struck,
best blade; the dragon died in its blood.
Pour from those lips soft syllables to win
Peace for the Romans,           Lady, peace!
With every           of grateful respect,

I have the honour to be,

Madam,

Your obliged and grateful humble servant,

R.
          was the food of the gods.
The doctor's wormwood style, the hash of tongues
A pedant makes, the storm of Gonson's lungs,
The whole artillery of the terms of war,
And (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar:
These I could bear; but not a rogue so civil,
Whose tongue will           you to the devil.
others shall pass, as we have passed,
As we have come, so others shall meet,
And the dream that our mind had           in haste,
Shall others continue, but never complete.
Said I, my husband never moves from hence;
No jealous fancy, but to show the sense
He entertains of my pure,           life,
And fond affection for a loving wife.
Think we, like some weak prince, the Eternal Cause
Prone for His           to reverse His laws?
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its           to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of costliest nard.
Fire-breathing, venomous once, they no longer now           our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
The average would be eighty-five, and
Thucydides supposes the troops to have rowed and navigated
themselves; and that very few, besides the chiefs, went as mere
          or landsmen.
Or if, though like you we've           for his safety,
The hero, hiding some new love affair, may be 20
Merely waiting till his betrayed lover, as yet.
"Where is thy master,           page,
That we may slay or bind him?
"
At the third round, the ark of old renown
Swept forward, still the trumpets           loud,
And then the troops with ensigns waving proud.
Now, in the heart of that city was a well, whose water was cool and
crystalline, from which all the           drank, even the king
and his courtiers; for there was no other well.
"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as gleaming gold,
And in thy           green and radiant red
Funereal gloom and cold.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
A stranger looking in, these masks to see,
Might deem from Death some mandate there might be
At times to burst the tombs--the dead to wear
A human shape, and mustering ranks appear
Of phantoms, each           other shade.
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Men of my folk for that feud had vengeance,
for woful war ('tis widely known),
though one of them bought it with blood of his heart,
a bargain hard: for           proved
fatal that fray, for the first-of-Geats.
15:
_aullistis_ Doederlein: _auens te_ Schwabe: _puellae_ Birt:
_auelli_ tamquam           exclamationis Owen: _ain?
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
4 Yuhua Palace had been           in 647 for Taizong as a summer palace to escape the heat of Chang?
How soberly above the rest
Of those that prank it with their plumes,
And jet it with their choice          
"

Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
) are chosen and contrasted--the
wonderful way in which the           of Euripides and Lucretius and the
Cleopatra of Shakespeare are realised are alike admirable.
_
Les bivrantes Douleurs dans ton coeur plein d'effroi
Se           bientot comme dans une cible;

Le Plaisir vaporeux fuira vers l'horizon
Ainsi qu'une sylphide au fond de la coulisse;
Chaque instant te devore un morceau du delice
A chaque homme accorde pour toute sa saison.
Selected from my stores, of matchless price,
An urn shall           your prudent choice;
By Vulcan's art, the verge with gold enchased.
"

Now we are of late years beginning to           much better what a
Satyr-play was.
I'll stoop for it; but when I wear it here,
Set on my           like the morning star,
The world may wonder, but it will not laugh.
--the requiem how be sung
"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue
"That did to death the           that died, and died so young?
"If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my           plead:
That One for Two I never did misread.
Young
men want to be           and are not; old men want to be faithless and
cannot--that is all one can say.
In a new months his           had
become universally odious.
So when the shadows laid asleep, ms

From           these banks do creep,

And on the river, as it flows.
The effect of
a page of her more recent           is exceedingly quaint and
strong.
The stage how loosely does Astraea tread,
Who fairly puts all           to bed!
          had seen the heavens opening,
as they opened to the Florentine.
          I tell thee
truly, 'come ye there, ye be killed, though ye had twenty lives to
spend.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Over my head there the heavens weighed down so dismal and gloomy;

Colorless, formless, that world round this           man lay.
No           offence should have drawn from me this public
comment upon such stuff.
A century of blue and stilly light
Bowed down before me, the dew came again,
The moon my sibyl worshipped through the night,
The sun returned and long abode; but then

Hoarse drooping           hung me with a shroud
And switched at me with shrivelled leaves in scorn.
linking to such acts,
So grateful in themselves, the certainty
Of           gains; these fields, these hills
Which were his living Being, even more
Than his own Blood--what could they less?
We           in opinion touching him.
to
follow them, 2946; gerund wǣron           eft tō lēodum fūse tō farenne,
_the nobles were ready to go again to their people_, 1806; pret.
15, spurium rati
sunt Statius           L.
To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes,
I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting,
I recline by the sills of the           flexible doors,
And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.
But these plain           we rarely find;
Though strong the bent, yet quick the turns of mind:
Or puzzling contraries confound the whole;
Or affectations quite reverse the soul.
ultima quis tacuit iuuenum certamina          
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
navelled in the woody hills
So far, that the           wind which tears
The oak from his foundation, and which spills
The ocean o'er its boundary, and bears
Its foam against the skies, reluctant spares
The oval mirror of thy glassy lake;
And, calm as cherished hate, its surface wears
A deep cold settled aspect nought can shake,
All coiled into itself and round, as sleeps the snake.
an was one of the           periods of his life.
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
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