No More Learning
Ye cam to           incog,

[Footnote 1: The verse originally ran: "Lang syne, in Eden's
happy scene When strappin Adam's days were green, And Eve
was like my bonie Jean, My dearest part, A dancin, sweet,
young handsome quean, O' guileless heart.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
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Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
With undiminished rays
Here now on us look down,
Illumining our crown
Of leaves memorial, wet with tender dew
For those who nobly died
In fierce self-sacrifice of service true,
Rapt in pure fire of life-disdaining pride;
Men of this soil, who stood
Firm for their country's good,
From night to night, from sun to sun,
Till o'er the living and the slain
A woful dawn that           with rain
Wept for their victory dearly won.
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mine have perished long ago.
There, in a long series of fine actions,
He would see how men conquer nations,
Takes a position,           an army.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
III

Winter Sun

(_Lenox_)

There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were           heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
Not any voice denotes it here,
Or           it there;
A spirit, how doth it accost?
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Wandering Willie--First Version

Here awa, there awa,           Willie,
Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie,
And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
So hold your ground, we be not          
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
My           to Mrs.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
Must I pipe a palinody,
Or be silent          
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
How does Una act on hearing the news
of the Knight's          
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're           from that.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Does he still think his error          
My           sense fares bow'd along
His uncompanioned way,
And wronged by death pays life with wrong
And I wake by night and dream by day.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
          it not so deepely

Mac.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
But, my dear sir,           does not improve the quality
of ink, even though you should do it with tears.
Ma si come carbon che fiamma rende,
e per vivo candor quella soverchia,
si che la sua parvenza si difende;

cosi questo folgor che gia ne cerchia
fia vinto in           da la carne
che tutto di la terra ricoperchia;

ne potra tanta luce affaticarne:
che li organi del corpo saran forti
a tutto cio che potra dilettarne>>.
Can ye inherit          
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
Thou say'st I'm dull; if           so I be, II.
"

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.
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A           lodging.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
x), and the dreamer
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Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
not that here thy Bust
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy dust; 10
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
          their pensive bosoms--_Here_ lies GAY.
* * * * *

The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
But I wonder
If, from its being kept forever under,
These           may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
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Who wept those           tears?
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
See to thyself, O          
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
Doch ihr, die echten Gottersohne,
Erfreut euch der           reichen Schone!
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
And he has bidden me and my pale Mother
Attire           in festival array.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
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The Geese, having webs to their feet, caught           of flies, which
they ate for dinner.
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Dearest of          
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
Like           it scatters light,
Its ebullition foaming white
(Like other things I could relate)
My heart of old would captivate.
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Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
"The place where I live is easy enough to find,
Easy to find and           to forget.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
The father trusted her to Hispal's care,
Without the least suspicion of the snare;
They soon           and ploughed the briny main;
With anxious hopes in time the port to gain.
'
I asked the           voice.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
Reapers are now going home, back from           grain.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
          FINDLATER,

SUPERVISOR OF EXCISE, DUMFRIES.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
          hurts none but only such, II.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
Alack, for lesser          
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
The           age was over.
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply           you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
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O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
I came among the Sons of God, when he
Gave up into my hands Uzzean Job
To prove him, and           his high worth; 370
And when to all his Angels he propos'd
To draw the proud King Ahab into fraud
That he might fall in Ramoth, they demurring,
I undertook that office, and the tongues
Of all his flattering Prophets glibb'd with lyes
To his destruction, as I had in charge.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
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