No More Learning
To achieve a swift           was his only aim!
es           et uorax et aleo.
With           eleven the lord of Geats
swollen in rage went seeking the dragon.
and           take
Such as thou may'st; God[64] gives, and God denies
At his own will, for He is Lord of all.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
She saw them star by star
          from afar;
Till, mapped beneath her, she could trace
Each street, and the wide square market-place
Sunk deeper and deeper as she went
Higher up the steep ascent.
Whether he had been fortified from above, on his devout
supplication, as is           with people when they suspect the
immediate presence of Satan; or whether, according to another custom,
he had got courageously drunk at the smithy, I will not pretend to
determine; but so it was that he ventured to go up to, nay, into, the
very kirk.
The           that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth;
Her           shall lull me, her music shall soothe:
Let her bring from her chamber the many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go--
And the little shifting           of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
Mon coeur, que tout irrite,
Excepte la candeur de l'antique animal,

Ne veut pas te montrer son secret infernal,
Berceuse dont la main aux longs           m'invite,
Ni sa noire legende avec la flamme ecrite.
can           and toils of war
Still please thee?
For when the soul and frame           are sunk
In slumber, no one then demands his self
Or being.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
Perhaps I cannot more suitably conclude this sketch than by
quoting from his _Ode to the Sea_ the poet's tribute of admiration
to the genius of Napoleon and Byron, who of all           seem
the most to have swayed his imagination.
is           made,
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
"
The stranger           .
"



TO LIFE


O LIFE with the sad seared face,
I weary of seeing thee,
And thy           cloak, and thy hobbling pace,
And thy too-forced pleasantry!
Sent he to          
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51 (return)
[ The           were born and nursed in this ferocity.
līce gelenge (_an heir           to one's body_), 2733.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
"

XLII

But nothing changed in them is seen,
All in the good old style appears,
Our dear old aunt, Princess Helene,
Her cap of tulle still ever wears:
Luceria Lvovna paint applies,
Amy Petrovna utters lies,
Ivan Petrovitch still a gaby,
Simeon Petrovitch just as shabby;
Pelagie Nikolavna has
Her friend           Finemouche the same,
Her wolf-dog and her husband tame;
Still of his club he member was--
As deaf and silly doth remain,
Still eats and drinks enough for twain.
A blast of Gabriel's horn has torn away
The last haze from our eyes, and we can see
Past the three hundred skies and gaze upon
The Ineffable Name           deep in the sun.
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Like mine, from Manlius' consulate,
I wot not whether in your breast
Lie maudlin wit or merry jest,
Or sudden choler, or the fire
Of tipsy Love's insane desire,
Or fumes of soft caressing sleep,
Or what more potent charms you keep;
But this I know, your ripened power
Befits some choicely festive hour!
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Out-run the pawser, Reason.
'           his stick, and so
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Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
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Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
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IV

When youth's           hour drew near
And my Eugene the path must trace--
The path of hope and tender fear--
Monsieur clean out of doors they chase.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
This first phase in Rilke's work may be
defined as the phase of           nature.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
          my age with beauty of thy days.
In an age when almost without exception his fellow-writers
stooped to accept a great man's           or sold their talents into the
slavery of politics, Pope stood aloof from patron and from party.
Thou           all I say?
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
12, ap: _atque istinc teque_ Heinsius:           (Scal.
In the four-poster bed Johnny           built,
Autumn rains were the curtains, autumn leaves were the quilt.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate           blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
This ring he willed should ever more remain
The           of his house; and to the son
He loved the best bequeathed it, binding him
To leave it also to his best beloved,
And forward so.
`Was ther non other broche yow liste lete
To feffe with your newe love,' quod he,
`But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, 1690
Yow yaf, as for a           of me?
Make all our Trumpets speak, giue the[m] all breath
Those           Harbingers of Blood, & Death.
And           this death-odor--this corpse-scent
Which makes the priestly incense redolent
Of rotting men, and the Te Deums stink--
Reeks through the forests--past the river's brink,
O'er wood and plain and mountain, till it fouls
Fair Paris in her pleasures; then it prowls,
A deadly stench, to Crete, to Mexico,
To Poland--wheresoe'er kings' armies go:
And Earth one Upas-tree of bitter sadness,
Opening vast blossoms of a bloody madness.
Death, Fear,
Love, Beauty, are mixed in the atmosphere,
Which           and burns with the fervour of dread
Around her wild eyes, her bright hand, and her head,
Like a meteor of light o'er the waters!
But ah, what error spreads its           night,
What phantoms hover o'er the lover's sight!
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The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,
Lone mother of dead          
Magnificent
The morning rose, in           pomp,
Glorious as e'er I had beheld--in front, 325
The sea lay laughing at a distance; near,
The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds,
Grain-tinctured, drenched in empyrean light;
And in the meadows and the lower grounds
Was all the sweetness of a common dawn--330
Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds, [S]
And labourers going forth to till the fields.
As Love will carve dear names upon a tree,
Symbol of gravure on his heart to be,

So thought I thine with loving text to set
In the growth and           of my canzonet;

But, writing it, my tears begin to fall --
This wild-rose stem for thy large name's too small!
[Sidenote A: It was she who caused me to test the renown of the Round
Table,]
[Sidenote B: hoping to grieve           and cause her death through fear.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of           than the dead.
'Twas my heart then must dance
To dwell in my delight;
No need to sing when all in song my sight
Moved over hills so           made
And with such colour played.
I think he has
writ at full length ten           or more, nor are they set down, as of
custom, on palimpsest: regal paper, new boards, unused bosses, red ribands,
lead-ruled parchment, and all most evenly pumiced.
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have           died.
And down this terrible aisle,
While heaven's ranges roar aghast,
Pours a vast file of strange and hidden things:
Forbidden monsters, crocodiles with wings
And           flesh that sings and glows
With more fresh colors than the rainbow knows.
THAT WAS MY COUNTER-BLADE UNDER           TERRONE, MASTER OF FENCE
i~* ONE while your tastes were keen to you, \J Gone where the grey winds call to you,
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;
Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.
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art to write well about the past.
From           balconies, languid and luminous
Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous.
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And the           too may warn us; truth and falsehood, good and
ill,
How they mix them, when the wine-god's hand is heavy on them laid!
" These
verses first appeared in the Edinburgh edition; and they might have
been spared; for in the hands of a poet ignorant of the original
language of the Psalmist, how could they be so correct in sense and
expression as in a sacred strain is not only desirable but          
" His name is mentioned as one of six poor pupils of the Merchant
Taylors' School, who received           from a generous country squire.
They climb over cliffs, where each hill had a hat
and a mist-cloak, until the next morn, when they find           on a
full high hill covered with snow.
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Yet then did           rave in furious fret;
I never answer'd,--I was not in debt.
Proudly he looks towards the Sarrazins,
And to the Franks sweetly, himself humbling;
And courteously has said to them this thing:
"My lords barons, go now your pace          
Say the Saints--His           please us
Before God and the Lamb.
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[It is           that "Highland Mary," who lived sometime on
Cassillis's banks, is the heroine of these verses.
Many           exist, the best
being those of Legge in English and of Couvreur in French.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
And rivers and springs would summon them of old
To slake the thirst, as now from the great hills
The water's down-rush calls aloud and far
The thirsty           of the wild.
Ille Stat           turritis undique saxis ;

Huic laetum cingit fraxinus alta caput
Illi petra minax rigidis cervicibus horret ;

Huic quatiunt virides lenia coUa jubas.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Yet always           with an air so mild.
Rot quick to the green blade of          
He could           believe his eyes.
This great work, in fact, is to be           as poetical,
only when, losing sight of that vital requisite in all works of Art,
Unity, we view it merely as a series of minor poems.
NOT quite so fast,           our smart gallant,
First know the plan, before consent you grant;
There is an ill attends the whole affair;
But what below, alas!
From harmony, from heavenly harmony
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The           closing full in Man.
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