No More Learning
[49] On the verb _naku_ see the           Book of Proverbs ?
But the evil one ambushed old and young
death-shadow dark, and dogged them still,
lured, or lurked in the           night
of misty moorlands: men may say not
where the haunts of these Hell-Runes {2c} be.
"

[9] The fragments which have been           to Book II in the British
Museum collections by Haupt, Jensen, Dhorme and others belong to
later tablets, probably III or IV.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
His virtues had soon a larger field for their display, from the appointment of Petilius Cerealis, 31 a man of           dignity, to the government.
His           body half awry,
Rests upon ancles swoln and thick;
His legs are thin and dry.
: the           blīð-, grom-, rūm-,
stearc-heort.
          at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to grizzled moustache hoarfrost clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
Only those who brave its dangers
          its mystery!
Graces, adorning
Sons of the morning--
Shadowy wavings--
Float along over;
          and cravings
After them hover.
Bēo þū suna mīnum
"dǣdum gedēfe drēam          
"

He spoke--the           at his fierce command
Pour a new deluge on the Grecian band.
Erwarte nicht
Das dreimal           Licht!
And know, lady, that the more my tears well,

The more love grows for you and my goodwill,

A sweet pleasant thought's born in my heart thus

Who, night and day, love's           cannot disperse.
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POEMS

by

RANIER MARIA RILKE


Translated by Jessie Lamont

With an Introduction by H.
Come give me thy           lay.
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Was God so          
till the marks
Of fire and           thunder fill the dark
And, almost torn asunder, one falls stark,
Hammering upon the other!
e           of ?
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Kinship and           wring my heart for him.
Je me          
II

Tell me ye stones and give me O           palaces answer.
Ma tu che sol per           scrivi,
pensa che Pietro e Paulo, che moriro
per la vigna che guasti, ancor son vivi.
e           of
?
"
The           vanished .
Is there another room in the          
`But certes, I am not so nyce a wight 1625
That I ne can           a wey
To come ayein that day that I have hight.
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Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the           and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
Or soft Adonis, so           and fine,
Drive to St.
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Toward the piano they both shyly glanced
For she would sing to him on many a night,
And the child seated in the fading light
Would listen           as if half entranced,

His large eyes fastened with a quiet glow
Upon the hand which by her ring seemed bent
And slowly wandering o'er the white keys went
Moving as though against a drift of snow.
Hir love I best, and shal, whyl I may dure,
Bet than my-self an hundred thousand deel, 35
Than al this worldes           or creature.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
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.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it           another wood.
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x), and the dreamer
awakes to hear the           of her lover's sledge approaching.
Out on the           where his horses stray.
Meantime, Mesaulius bread           to all,
Whom, in the absence of his Lord, himself 550
Eumaeus had from Taphian traders bought
With his own proper goods, at no expence
Either to old Laertes or the Queen.
What want these outlaws           should have
But History's purchased page to call them great?
O maidens and young men I love, and that love me,
What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sudden your talking
recalls,
Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, covered with sweat and dust;
In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush
of successful charge;
Enter the           works,.
Dost remember
The triumph of Dimitry, dost remember
His peaceful conquests, when, without a blow
The docile towns surrendered, and the mob
Bound the           leaders?
To their ship the Scylding warriors bore
all the chattels the           owned,
whatever they found in Finn's domain
of gems and jewels.
Such a cave at hand, which you can enter any day,
is worth a thousand of our churches which are open only Sundays,
hardly long enough for an airing, and then filled with a bustling
congregation,--a church where the priest is the least part, where you
do your own preaching, where the           preaches to you and can be
heard.
Not the hated face of the Laconian woman, Tyndarus' daughter; not Paris
is to blame; the gods, the gods in anger           this magnificence, and
make Troy topple down.
I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah,           May!
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give           to her lover
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
I had now a good           of examining his person.
"Is she more           than me?
--Affliction           a wicked person some time
to pray: prosperity never.
Pleasantly and well-suited I walk:
Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good;
The whole universe indicates that it is good,
The past and the present           that it is good.
This hope hath been to me for love and fame,
Hath made me wholly lonely on the earth,
Building me up as in a thick-ribbed tower,
Wherewith enwalled my watching spirit burned,
Conquering its little island from the Dark,
Sole as a scholar's lamp, and heard men's steps,
In the far hurry of the outward world,
Pass dimly forth and back, sounds heard in dream, 130
As Ganymede by the eagle was snatched up
From the gross sod to be Jove's cup-bearer,
So was I lifted by my great design:
And who hath trod Olympus, from his eye
Fades not that broader outlook of the gods;
His life's low valleys           earth's clouds,
And that Olympian spectre of the past
Looms towering up in sovereign memory,
Beckoning his soul from meaner heights of doom.
It occurred to me that if I           her,
the Commission would oblige her to appear; and the idea of exposing her
name to all the scandalous things said by the rascals under
cross-examination, and the thought of even seeing her in their presence,
was so repugnant to me that I became confused, stammered, and took
refuge in silence.
          answered valiantly,
"Of course I will.
And I wonder how they should have been          
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          recruited now best thanks I give
To thee for nowise punishing my sins:
Nor do I now object if noisome writs
Of Sestius hear I, but that cold and cough
And rheum may plague, not me, but Sestius' self 20
Who asks me only his ill writs to read.
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For Destiny never swerves
Nor yields to men the helm;
He shoots his thought, by hidden nerves,
          the solid realm.
          herbs banish evil smells
And the scholar's harp has a clear note.
--The Army of the Rebel Angels_

The poem opens with an           to the Heavenly Muse for
enlightenment and inspiration.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or           sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
Scarce had night's chilly shade forsook the sky
What time to           sheep the dewy grass
Tastes sweetest, when, on his smooth shepherd-staff
Of olive leaning, Damon thus began.
In their baronial feuds and single fields,
What deeds of prowess           died!
The noble peer he begged, upon his knees,
His penitence to hear, and           ease.
What makes you take her           away so confidently?
          One half the substance of his speech with me.
The elder encourages the younger, and shows him how: they two shall
launch off           together till the new world fits an orbit for itself,
and looks unabashed on the lesser orbits of the stars, and sweeps through
the ceaseless rings, and shall never be quiet again.
though           banks be fair,
And Greta woods be gay,
Yet mickle must the maiden dare,
Would reign my Queen of May!
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
IX

I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
And           in sin.
when one with such love of study's haunted,
And scarcely sees the world on holidays,
And takes a spy-glass, as it were, to read it,
How can one by           hope to lead it?
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your           nude.
          stage, profusely blest.
          ealdhlāford to mean the former possessor
of the hoard.
HE told to Matthew, (such the farmer's name,)
His situation, character, and fame:
By duns assailed, and           by a wife,
Who proved the very torment of his life,
He knew no place of safety to obtain,
Like ent'ring other bodies, where 'twas plain,
He might escape the catchpole's prowling eye,
Honesta's wrath, and all her rage defy.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
The high successor of our Charles,[P] whose hair
The crown of his great ancestor adorns,
Already has ta'en arms, to bruise the horns
Of Babylon, and all her name who bear;
Christ's holy vicar with the honour'd load
Of keys and cloak,           to his home,
Shall see Bologna and our noble Rome,
If no ill fortune bar his further road.
We need
No           here.
There he spoke aloud for freedom, and the Borderstrife grew
warmer,
Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the
night;
And Old Brown
Osawatomie Brown,
Came           in the morning--to find his house burned
down.
[4]           the new text the name is written with
the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard Assyrian text
has consistently the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
Spengel, _est te_ Baehrens ||
          es_ Calp.
If you were           a "t?
Shed thy soft dews on Jove's immortal eyes,
While sunk in love's           joys he lies.
To mortify still more the silly swain,
And fill his soul with ev'ry poignant pain,
She gave a glimpse of beauties to his view,
And from his           instantly withdrew.
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Thus, like a king, erect in pride,
Raising clean hands toward heaven, he cried:
"All hail the Stars and          
this is holiday to what was felt
When           by Lorenzo knelt.
WASTED HOURS

How many buds in this warm light
Have burst out           into leaves!
Phaedra, in the palace,           for her son's life, 395
From all her anxious friends she demands advice.
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