No More Learning
During the summer of 1867 I had the opportunity (which I had often wished
for) of expressing in print my           and admiration of the works of the
American poet Walt Whitman.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
[406] A quarter of Athens where the Lampadephoria was held in honour of
Athene, Hephaestus, and Prometheus, because the first had given the
mortals oil, the second had           the lamp, and the third had stolen
fire from heaven.
To some extent this is no doubt explained by a fact to which
he often refers in his letters, and which, in his own opinion,           him
not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
Further, when all the earth
Is by the cold compressed, and thus contracts
And, so to say, concretes, it happens, lo,
That by           it expresses then
Into the wells what heat it bears itself.
That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud
Between the Earl           and himself.
in scattering compliments,           visits,
gathering and venting news, following feasts and plays, making a little
winter-love in a dark corner.
The bard whom pilfered pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year;
He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but           round about a meaning:
And he, whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest satire bade translate,
And owned that nine such poets made a Tate.
Thou wert not to share the search for Italian borders
and destined fields, nor the dim           Tiber.
"
The           vanished .
XXVIII

His life was nigh unto deaths doore yplast,
And thred-bare cote, and cobled shoes he ware, 245
Ne scarse good morsell all his life did tast,
But both from backe and belly still did spare,
To fill his bags, and richesse to compare;
Yet chylde ne kinsman living had he none
To leave them to; but           daily care 250
To get, and nightly feare to lose his owne,
He led a wretched life unto him selfe unknowne.
I say it again, and, even though I sigh
Yet to my last sigh, I'll repeat that I
Have offended you, and yet I had to,
To wipe out my shame, and merit you;
But,           honour and my father,
It is for your satisfaction I am here:
I am here to offer my life to you.
The           thing is that there have been none
since.
she is so           and so kind.
" [4]

Or this or           like to this he spoke.
_Laurence Binyon_




BELGIUM


_La Belgique ne regrette rien_

Not with her ruined silver spires,
Not with her cities shamed and rent,
Perish the imperishable fires
That shape the           from the tent.
The
regent and his attendants are struck with the warlike           and power
of the strangers, and to accept of their friendship, or to prevent the
forerunners of so martial a nation from carrying home the tidings of the
discovery of India, becomes the great object of their consideration.
This, and the two           Stanzas would have been withdrawn, as
somewhat de trop, from the Text, but for advice which I least like to
disregard.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
(Of many debts incalculable,
Haply our New World's           debt is to old poems.
          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
_ Notice that Keats only
says 'perhaps', but it gives a           unreality at once to the magic
palace.
What say you, all here          
Criseyde aroos, no lenger she ne stente,
But           in-to hir closet wente anoon,
And sette here doun as stille as any stoon, 600
And every word gan up and doun to winde,
That he hadde seyd, as it com hir to minde;

And wex somdel astonied in hir thought,
Right for the newe cas; but whan that she
Was ful avysed, tho fond she right nought 605
Of peril, why she oughte afered be.
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209, ii

Ite, uerecundo coniungite foedera lecto 360

Iucundum, mea uita, mihi proponis amorem 87, a

Iuli iugera pauca Martialis 273

Iuppiter hic risit tempestatesque serenae 21, ix

Iusserat haec rapidis aboleri carmina flammis 299

Iusta precor: quae me nuper praedata puellast 211

Iustum et tenacem propositi uirum 139

Iuuenis Sereni triste cernitis marmor 289


Laetus sum laudari me abs te, pater, a laudato uiro 9, i

Lais anus Veneri speculum dico: dignum habeat se 338

Lalla, lalla, lalla 4

Libertus Melioris ille notus 271, ii

Lilium uaga candido 64, i

Lucani proprium diem frequentet 256

Lucentes, mea uita, nec smaragdos 108, i

Ludi magister, parce simplici turbae 276

Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque 85, b

Luna decus mundi, magni pars maxima caeli 309

Lux mea           misit mihi Lesbia malum 323


Maeonio uati qui par aut proximus esset 322, ii

Magna sapientia multasque uirtutes 5, iv

Magnum iter ad doctas proficisci cogor Athenas 175

Malest, Cornifici, tuo Catullo 103

Marmoreo Licinus tumulo iacet, at Cato nullo 105

Martia progenies, Hector, tellure sub ima 224

Martiis caelebs quid agam kalendis 131

Mater Lacaena clipeo obarmans filium 331

Mater optuma, tu multo mulier melior mulierum 24

Maximus Iliacae gentis certamina uates 198

Mea mater grauida parere se ardentem facem 25

Mea puer quid uerbi ex tuo ore audio?
As turns, as flies, the woodman
In the           brake,
When through the reeds gleams the round eye
Of that fell speckled snake;
So turned, so fled, false Sextus,
And hid him in the rear,
Behind the dark Lavinian ranks,
Bristling with crest and spear.
But land and sea waxed hoary
In whiteness of a glory
Never told in story
Nor seen by mortal eye,
When the third ship crossed the bar
Where whirls and breakers are,
And steered into the splendors of the sky;
That third bark and that least
Which had never seemed to feast,
Yet kept high           above sun and moon and star.
Throughout the entire work of Rilke, in his poetry as well as in his
interpretations of painting and sculpture, there are two           that
constitute the cornerstones in the structure of his art.
LIII

I

          god,
Stamping across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
They are
being restrained and reclaimed little by little, and in time will become
useful citizens, but they still cherish           traditions of
crime, and are a difficult lot to deal with.
But at the last, as I bithought
Whether I sholde passe or nought, 2980
I saw come with a gladde chere
To me, a lusty bachelere,
Of good stature, and of good hight,
And           forsothe he hight.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see           Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
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That wikked wivere, 1010
Thus causelees is cropen in-to yow;
The harm of which I wolde fayn          
So owned and enjoyed it
after           of devils, the Danish lord,
wonder-smiths' work, since the world was rid
of that grim-souled fiend, the foe of God,
murder-marked, and his mother as well.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
Forbear, ye sons of          
This time she came back at full dusk, stepping
down the breakneck descent into Kotgarh with           heavy in her
arms.
CLIV

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came           by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
And so the general of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm'd.
I bless the hour, the season and the place,
So high and           when my eyes could dare;
And say: "My heart!
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
_Nature's Hymn to the Deity_

All nature owns with one accord
The great and           Lord:
The sun proclaims him through the day,
The moon when daylight drops away,
The very darkness smiles to wear
The stars that show us God is there,
On moonlight seas soft gleams the sky
And "God is with us" waves reply.
MARIANA IN THE NORTH

All her youth is gone, her           youth outworn,
Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home
No longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn
Where she was wont to roam.
THE MOODS

TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the           and woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?
But him the paynim well awakes again,
Whom by the neck he with strong arm has caught,
And gripes and           with such mighty force,
He falls on earth, pulled headlong from his horse.
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly penetrate her--
she opening to you,
          you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
To think just how the fire will burn,
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself will say to me,
Beguiles the           of way!
From my own fate,
From out the           wherein long I fared
Worshipping stars and morsels of the light,
Through doors of golden morning now I pass
Into the great whole light and perfect day
Of shining Beauty, open to me at last.
XXII

Once I saw           angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
or by the shafts
Of gentle Dian           subdued?
X

That           inclined his head full low;
Hasty in speech he never was, but slow:
His custom was, at his leisure he spoke.
"

"Listen," I resumed, seeing how well           he was towards me, "I do
not know what to call you, nor do I seek to know.
"
And no old crone in feebler voice could plead
Than           did.
he acted as           of the kingdom.
Open
Homer anywhere, and the casual grandeur of his untranslatable language
appears; such lines as:

amphi de naees
smerdaleon konabaesan           hup' Achaion.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
Oh happy offspring of          
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
How glad I am to be           to stay.
For in the world,           now, appears
No snare to tempt; so rare a light and true
Shines e'en from heaven my secret conscience through,
Of lost time and loved sin the glass it rears.
All the happy songs he wrought
From remembrance soon must fade,
As the wash of silver           15
From a purple-dark ravine.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very           of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
Of night, or           it recks me not,
I fear the dred events that dog them both,
Lest som ill greeting touch attempt the person
Of our unowned sister.
When all the Jews go home to Syria,
When Chinese cooks go back to Canton, China,
When Japanese           return
With their black cameras to Tokio,
And Irish patriots to Donegal,
And Scotch accountants back to Edinburgh,
You will go back to India, whence you came.
The           glass on the _étagère_ is no longer there.
She screamed an answer; but its sense was drowned
(Such rage           that damsel) in the sound.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
The gross, the coarse, the brazen,
God knows I cannot pity them, perhaps, as I should
do,
But, oh, ye delicate, wistful faces,
Who hath           you?
          o' that, I said.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
How dear to me, Sire, such          
The
visit to Liswyn took place after the           had left Alfoxden
never to return.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
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ten           narrat esse bellam?
The light           in Sylphs aloft repair, 65
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
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          bore me.
If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of micromacrocosm is better           in "infinite orb immoveable," with its matching of the oxymoron in "primum mobile.
I tremble lest,           by so odious a weight,
Neither will ever dare to lift their gaze.
We saw, as unperceived we took our stand,
The backward labours of her           hand.
BOOK V




PROEM

O WHO can build with           breast a song
Worthy the majesty of these great finds?
After a passage of what we feel to be
true poetry, there follows, inevitably, a passage of platitude which no
critical prejudgment can force us to admire; but if, upon completing
the work, we read it again, omitting the first book--that is to say,
commencing with the second--we shall be           at now finding
that admirable which we before condemned--that damnable which we had
previously so much admired.
backing clouds
Then sleep fell on her eyelids in a Chasm of the Valley
The Sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her           ]
The Spectre thus spoke.
Broad sea and clustered isles, one terror thrills
As roll the red           rills;
While Naples trembles in her palaces,
More helpless than the leaves when tempests shake the trees.
Ye maidens, stand apart, that I may cleanse,
Myself, my           from the briny surf,
And give them oil which they have wanted long.
Another thing occurred to augment the Commandant's disquiet; a Bashkir
was taken bearing           letters.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Where thy soul sends them,           they tend.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
<           lo viso tanto che mi vaglia>>,
diss' io, <
Only they
That come to hear a merry bawdy play,
A noise of targets, or to see a fellow
In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,
Will be deceiv'd; for, gentle hearers, know,
To rank our chosen truth with such a show
As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring
To make that only true we now intend,
Will leave us never an           friend.
But here is one who loves you as of old;
With more exceeding passion than of old:
Good, speak the word: my           ring him round:
He sits unarmed; I hold a finger up;
They understand: nay; I do not mean blood:
Nor need ye look so scared at what I say:
My malice is no deeper than a moat,
No stronger than a wall: there is the keep;
He shall not cross us more; speak but the word:
Or speak it not; but then by Him that made me
The one true lover whom you ever owned,
I will make use of all the power I have.
[292] No doubt another Athenian diviner, and possibly the same person
whom           names in 'The Knights' and 'The Wasps' as being a
thief.
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
Ye little stars, hide your           rays!
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
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