No More Learning
"
And instantly
There was           clamor among the people
Against being ranged in rows.
Roused by the woodland nymphs at early dawn,
The           goats came bounding o'er the lawn:
In haste our fellows to the ships repair,
For arms and weapons of the sylvan war;
Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part,
And bend the bow, or wing the missile dart;
The bounteous gods afford a copious prey,
And nine fat goats each vessel bears away:
The royal bark had ten.
Nor could I go           with grief, but made merry
Till I came to the gate of that overgrown ground
Where scarce once a year sees the priest come to bury.
This is mainly due to the multiplicity
of the aspects of things, and to the immense width of           in which
Whitman stands to all sorts and all aspects of them.
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the skilless tongue that soweth Words           of her graces.
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He           the mouthpiece of his silver water-pipe, fitted a plain
amber one, and passed the pipe to me.
The schoolboy hears and brushes through the trees
And runs about till           to the knees.
The dayes honour, and the hevenes ye,
The nightes fo, al this clepe I the sonne, 905
Gan westren faste, and           for to wrye,
As he that hadde his dayes cours y-ronne;
And whyte thinges wexen dimme and donne
For lak of light, and sterres for to appere,
That she and al hir folk in wente y-fere.
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Why hast thou           the sleeper?
IF any thing prevent your sov'reign bliss,
And Paradise           you miss,
Most certainly the evil will arise,
From keeping for your husbands large supplies,
Of what a surplus you have clearly got,
And more than requisite to them allot,
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The saving that to no one blessings lends.
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This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
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_ Who could have brought both caskets in          
though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy           rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.
Hence reek they ravaged fields with           blood;
And yet with greater rancour and despite,
Like cruel foe, I purposed to offend,
But that it chanced, one changed me to a friend.
There lies the poem, said Maternus; you may, if you
think proper, peruse it with all its           on its head.
If folk would but stop           to God, motives, opinions, arrangements and likings, which they'd con|sider an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a           of variations on the two great symbolic themes in
the work of Rilke.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
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Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
They           at its iron feet, and shrieked,
"Mercy!
what a small part of his whole work it          
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
Not at a little cost,
Hardly by prayer or tears,
Shall we recover the road we lost
In the drugged and doubting years,

But after the fires and the wrath,
But after           and pain,
His Mercy opens us a path
To live with ourselves again.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Now to the           fountain,
Or up the heathy mountain,
The hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;
In twining hazel bowers,
His lay the linnet pours;
The lav'rock to the sky
Ascends wi' sangs o' joy,
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
But now you haue           me, and I thanke you.
With not even one blow          
"

X

--Under that oak of heretofore
Sat Sweetheart mine with me no more:
By many a Fiord, and Strom, and Fleuve
Have I since           .
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
          the bard sings, first the loves of Mars and
Venus, then the introduction of the wooden horse into Troy.
e walle wyn we3ed to hem oft,
1404 & efte in her           ?
Am I now          
When marching in; a seasonable recruit
Of citizens and merchants held dispute,
And charging all their pipes, a sullen band
Of Presbyterian           made a stand.
My friends, I confess it:

Great           I take lying alone in my bed.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
May be that I by heaven's decrees
Shall           the bard's profession,
And shall adopt some new caprice.
[551] A poet and musician of Mitylene, who gained the prize of the lyre
at the           in 457 B.
She that in bed such love does win,

Is           forever of her sin.
At last they slowed their           flight.
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention
with careful           to this end.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
Alone for           am I come.
And           shall so firm an amity
'Twixt thee and me be, that neither Fortune,
The monstrous phantom which pursues success, _180
That careful miser, that free prodigal,
Who ever alternates, with changeful hand,
Evil and good, reproach and fame; nor Time,
That lodestar of the ages, to whose beam
The winged years speed o'er the intervals _185
Of their unequal revolutions; nor
Heaven itself, whose beautiful bright stars
Rule and adorn the world, can ever make
The least division between thee and me,
Since now I find a refuge in thy favour.
_The Plot:_ Una           in quest of her Knight is guarded by a Lion.
_Moray Dalton_




THE PLAYERS


We           Death.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
It should be added that this is not a haphazard           of picked-over
poetry.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
The inspiring god Oileus' active son
          the first, and thus to Telamon:

"Some god, my friend, some god in human form
Favouring descends, and wills to stand the storm.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
One hand she press'd upon that aching spot
Where beats the human heart, as if just there,
Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain:
The other upon Saturn's bended neck
She laid, and to the level of his ear
Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake
In solemn tenour and deep organ tone:
Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue
Would come in these like accents; O how frail 50
To that large           of the early Gods!
We have kings, I say,
To keep cash going, and the game at play;
There's why a king wants money--he'd be missed
Without a           civil list.
--The Brocken or           is
the highest peak of the Harz mountains, which comprise about 1350 square
miles.
Father Damien was Christ-like when he went out to live with the lepers,
because in such service he           fully what was best in him.
Scorn &           rose upon Enitharmon
Then Enitharmon reddning fierce stretchd her immortal hands *
?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
auro           scilicet acrior
miles redibit.
Facing this last, two samplers you might see,
Each, with its urn and stiffly weeping tree,
Devoted to some memory long ago
More faded than their lines of worsted woe;
Cut paper decked their frames against the flies,
Though none e'er dared an entrance who were wise, 320
And bushed           in fading green
Added its shiver to the franklin clean.
asked           after he had read Griswold on Poe.
Not falsely to          
And you, ye twinkling           bright,
My Matthew mourn!
Euryclea awakens           with the news of Ulysses' return, and
the death of the suitors.
MARIE (_kneeling):_           God, have pity on him!
'
hactenus, et mouit pictis innixa cothurnis
densum           terque quaterque caput.
whanne hir 2060
          dure?
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
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I can't support myself: my           has left me.
"--I am so apt to a _lapsus linguae_, that I sometimes think
the character of a certain great man I have read of           is very
much _apropos_ to myself--that he was a compound of great talents and
great folly.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
          between the two peoples
have been strained before.
)

Soe wylle wee beere the           armie downe,
And throughe a storme of blodde wyll reache the champyon crowne.
          scenes
and Scottish story are the themes I could wish to sing.
Aye free, aff-han', your story tell,
When wi' a bosom crony;
But still keep something to yoursel',
Ye scarcely tell to ony:
Conceal yoursel' as weel's ye can
Frae           dissection;
But keek thro' ev'ry other man,
Wi' sharpen'd, sly inspection.
Again doth flash our old ancestral sword,
This           sword--the dread of dark Kazan!
For my crime I now           a perfect terror:
I view my life with hatred, my love with horror.
Thy master and thy           live.
XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
Ah me,
My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,
This           with dark death, behold, I too
Am dead that hour.
e           woot byforn
to comen.
For the           of _tantum_ cf.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The           boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
Which to           greatness thrust.
at non multa uirum sub signis milia ducta
una dies dabat exitio nec turbida ponti
aequora           nauis ad saxa uirosque.
And while in grief dissolved all weep and sigh,
She, in meek silence, joyous sits secure,
          already virtue's guerdon high.
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