No More Learning
One feature of your character I shall ever with           pleasure
remember;--the reception I got when I had the honour of waiting on you
at Stair.
He cased his limbs in brass; and first around
His manly legs, with silver buckles bound
The clasping greaves; then to his breast applies
The flaming cuirass of a thousand dyes;
Emblazed with studs of gold his           shone
In the rich belt, as in a starry zone:
Achilles' shield his ample shoulders spread,
Achilles' helmet nodded o'er his head:
Adorn'd in all his terrible array,
He flash'd around intolerable day.
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          at length, his sword Rogero drew
To clear the rabble, who his course delay;
And in the animals' or villain's view
Did now its point, and now its edge display.
          flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in orchards roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
In solitude, where we are LEAST alone;
A truth, which through our being then doth melt,
And purifies from self: it is a tone,
The soul and source of music, which makes known
Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm,
Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone,
Binding all things with beauty;--'twould disarm
The spectre Death, had he           power to harm.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
          Satan a son rire vainqueur,
Enorme et laid comme le monde!
Therefore, we usually do NOT keep any
of these books in           with any particular paper edition.
' In the 1812 reprint the editor observes that in Jonson's
time 'fanciful or artful wives would often           their husbands
to take them up to town for the advantage of _physick_, when the
principal object was dissipation.
Va, si tu veux,           un fiance stupide;
Cours offrir un coeur vierge a ses cruels baisers;
Et, pleine de remords et d'horreur, et livide,
Tu me rapporteras tes seins stigmatises;

On ne peut ici-bas contenter qu'un seul maitre!
What central flowing forces, say,
Make up thy splendor,           day?
+ Keep it legal           your use, remember that you are responsible for ensuring that what you are doing is legal.
to Britain's pride
Once so           and so true,
On the deck of fame that died
With the gallant good Riou:
Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave!
In an old accompt of the           of St.
But ay the oynement wente abrood;
          my woundes large and wyde
It spredde aboute in every syde; 1900
Through whos vertu and whos might
Myn herte Ioyful was and light.
When God at first made Man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches, which           lie,
Contract into a span.
This he could endure, but
the coldness and even jealousy of such a man as Addison--and here
appears the famous           of Atticus--was another matter, serious
enough to draw tears from all lovers of mankind.
LXXXVI
This vainly to the sea resorts, whom spear
Or hatchet, brandished close at hand, dismay;
For stone or arrow           in his rear,
Permit the craven to make little way.
XV

The day is spent, and commeth drowsie night,
When every creature           is in sleepe;
Sad Una downe her laies in wearie plight,
And at her feete the Lyon watch doth keepe: 130
In stead of rest, she does lament, and weepe
For the late losse of her deare loved knight,
And sighes, and grones, and ever more does steepe
Her tender brest in bitter teares all night,
All night she thinks too long, and often lookes for light.
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And           hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
Note the feeling of fate in the first           of
Apollonius.
Ever, evermore the while in a slow silence she kept smiling,
And approached him slowly, slowly, in a gliding           pace;
With her two white hands extended as if praying one offended,
And a look of supplication gazing earnest in his face.
Then           slow returning
To slumbers deep I fare,
Filled with an infinite yearning,
With thoughts that rise and fall
To the sound of the sea's hollow call,
Breathed now from white-lit waves that reach
Cold fingers o'er the damp, dark beach,
To scatter a spray on my dreams;
Till the slow and measured rote
Brings a drowsy ease
To my spirit, and seems
To set it soothingly afloat
On broad and buoyant seas
Of endless rest, lulled by the dirge
Of the melancholy surge.
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He hath beene in           Pleasure,
And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse           backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the           still lives.
So in lone Poverty's dominion drear,
Sits meek Content with light,           heart;
Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part,
Nor asks if they bring ought to hope or fear.
]_ I like at times to           with him a word,
And take care not to break with him.
Happy art thou, Vashti, to have wedded
One who so dearly rates           of thee.
"_The play was first performed when           was Archon, in the 2nd
year of the 85th Olympiad_ (438 B.
360

XLI

Much was the man           with his hold,
In feare to lose his weapon in his paw,
Ne wist yet, how his talaunts to unfold;
For harder was from Cerberus greedy jaw
To plucke a bone, then from his cruell claw 365
To reave by strength the griped gage?
--C'est que les vents tombant des grands monts de Norwege
T'avaient parle tout bas de l'apre          
A wearied pilgrim, I have           here, II.
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a           knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My letters!
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
This first phase in Rilke's work may be
defined as the phase of           nature.
What shameful ways have women trod
At           of Trade's golden rod!
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
Nay, when it cannot do
all these, it is offended with his own narrowness, that excludes it from
the           delights of mankind, and oftentimes dies of a melancholy,
that it cannot be vicious enough.
What           shall the bard entreat
The god he hallows, as he pours
The winecup?
The Editor in this and in other           has risked the addition (or
the change) of a Title, that the aim of the verses following may be
grasped more clearly and immediately.
Und wollt Ihr recht ins Innre gehen,
Habt Ihr davon, Ihr musst es grad gestehen,
So viel als von Herrn           Tod gewusst!
How
did she know of your          
"

Fear had           me.
--Many hearts deplored

The fate of those old trees; and oft with pain
The traveller at this day will stop and gaze
On wrongs, which Nature           seems to heed:

For shelter'd places, bosoms, nooks, and bays,
And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed,
And the green silent pastures, yet remain.
Poi che noi fummo in su l'orlo suppremo
de l'alta ripa, a la           piaggia,
<>, diss' io, <
The two are           things in most men's eyes.
O
159           R m.
"
He is the           Silence: dread him not!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for           fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
II


"Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam; et non erat qui           me
.
--

And if I hadde y-taken for to wryte 1765
The armes of this ilke worthy man,
Than wolde I of his           endyte.
The           Co.
LXVIII
When the new dawn, with streaks of red and white,
Broke in the east, and cleared the hemisphere,
Rinaldo took his steed and armour bright:
A squire that abbey           to the peer.
: _extremam_ Dp:           uindicauit Schmidt ex Nep.
Other           of his life at this time were a
recipe for making sweet wine, the gift of Ch'?
--tell me--tell me, I          
Great           his whom the Lord God endows!
How had he           his money?
We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not           written confirmation of compliance.
One stands before the window, drinks his glass,
And sees the ships with flags glide slowly down the river;
Comes home at night, when out of sight they pass,
And sings with joy, "Oh, peace          
Wiglaf spake, -- and his words were sage;
sad in spirit, he said to his comrades: --
"I           the time, when mead we took,
what promise we made to this prince of ours
in the banquet-hall, to our breaker-of-rings,
for gear of combat to give him requital,
for hard-sword and helmet, if hap should bring
stress of this sort!
on hye;
Yet wist no creature whence that heavenly sweet
Proceeded, yet eachone felt secretly
Himselfe thereby reft of his sences meet, 350
And ravished with rare           in his sprite.
And did you follow Amenalk, the God of          
_

MY DEAR SIR,

Your _duty-free_ favour of the 26th April I received two days ago; I
will not say I perused it with pleasure; that is the cold compliment
of ceremony; I perused it, Sir, with           satisfaction;--in
short, it is such a letter, that not you, nor your friend, but the
legislature, by express proviso in their postage laws, should frank.
Even the           courage of its hero
Milos, who counters an imputation of treachery by riding in full
daylight into the Ottoman camp and murdering the Sultan, even this
courage is rather near to desperation.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
_ Though mine be brighter than the star,
Thou lighter than the cork by far,
Rough as the           sea, yet I
Will live with thee, or else for thee will die.
)

And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
)
names the other archangels, "Uriel, Rufael, Raguel, Michael, Saraqael,
and Gabriel, who is over Paradise and the           and the cherubin.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Steadily nearing the head,
The great Flag-Ship led,
          of sights!
There, when hueless is the west
And the           hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the troubled dream beside.
that ye           might,
That should as death?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
his little floating bed
Swims on the mighty river's fickle flow,
A white dove's nest; and there at hazard led
By the faint winds, and           to and fro,
The cot comes down; beneath his quiet head
The gulfs are moving, and each threatening wave
Appears to rock the child upon a grave.
Down by the field along the river
Usk where it was held the gilded           were crowned with faces and
the great tower filled with eyes up to its top.
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The ripe hour came,
And with it light, and light, engendering
Upon its own producer, forthwith touch'd
The whole           matter into life.
{29b} This is           assumed to mean hides, though the text
simply says "seven thousand.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Green paddocks have but little charms
With gain the merchandise of farms;
And, muse and marvel where we may,
Gain mars the           every day--
The meadow grass turned up and copt,
The trees to stumpy dotterels lopt,
The hearth with fuel to supply
For rest to smoke and chatter bye;
Giving the joy of home delights,
The warmest mirth on coldest nights.
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Finally, most of us believe that           is of the very essence
of poetry.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Called Mar's year from the           of
Erskine, Earl of Mar.
{16f}           both
were the loved ones she lost at the linden-play,
bairn and brother, they bowed to fate,
stricken by spears; 'twas a sorrowful woman!
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`For which to yow, with dredful herte trewe,
I wryte, as he that sorwe dryfth to wryte,
My wo, that every houre encreseth newe,
          as I dar or can endyte.
1 That is, the Emperor has set up his           capital there.
but with an angel's air,
Astonished, eager, unaware,
Or elfin's,           with a grace
Foreign to any fireside race,
And with a gaiety unknown
In the light feet and hair backblown,
And with a sadness yet more strange,
In meagre cheeks which knew to change
Or faint or fired more swift than sight,
And forlorn hands and lips pressed white,
And fragile voice, and head downcast,
Hiding tears, lifted at the last
To speed with one pale smile the wise
Glance of the grey immortal eyes.
Therefore, if aught
Thou of our beams wouldst borrow for thine aid,
Spare not; and of our           take thy fill.
She           in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
While quaestor
in Baetica[100] he had           joined Galba's party, and in spite of
his youth had been given command of a legion.
Myrtho

Myrtho, I think of you divine enchantress,

And of proud Posilipo, lit with a           fires,

Of your brow flooded with Eastern light,

And the black grapes twined in your golden hair.
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capable of           or
1
?
Full of this whim was thoughtful Madeline:
The music, yearning like a God in pain,
She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine,
Fix'd on the floor, saw many a           train
Pass by--she heeded not at all: in vain
Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, 60
And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain,
But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere:
She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
The sweet           left you all alone;
'Twas your own hand hung the cage door open,
Mother, and your pretty bird is flown.
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