No More Learning
But the poetess occupies a place
of considerable           in the first four centuries of our era,
though the classical period (T'ang and Sung) produced no great woman
writer.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude & ornamented it with           art
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After this, the four little people sailed on again till they came to a vast
and wide plain of           dimensions, on which nothing whatever could
be discovered at first; but, as the travellers walked onward, there
appeared in the extreme and dim distance a single object, which on a nearer
approach, and on an accurately cutaneous inspection, seemed to be somebody
in a large white wig, sitting on an arm-chair made of sponge-cakes and
oyster-shells.
Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'           flower,
But be the Serpent vnder't.
At the feet of a colossal Venus, one of those motley fools, those
willing clowns whose business it is to bring           upon kings when
weariness or remorse possesses them, lies wrapped in his gaudy and
ridiculous garments, coined with his cap and bells, huddled against the
pedestal, and raises towards the goddess his eyes filled with tears.
The maid announced the meal in tones
That I myself had taught her,
Meant to allay my sister's moans
Like oil on           water:
I rushed to Jones, the lively Jones,
And begged him to escort her.
Spoils of a front none need restore,
Replacing frieze and architrave;--
Where flowers each stone rosette and metope brave;
Still is the haughty pile erect
Of the old           Intellect.
Self-support should           strict limits:
More than enough is not what I want.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by           wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with interruption short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
Mais tu te mettras a ce
travail: toutes les           harmoniques et architecturales
s'emouvront autour de ton siege.
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Pierce the woods, the earth;
Somewhere,           to catch you, must be the one I want.
Qual e quel toro che si slaccia in quella
c'ha ricevuto gia 'l colpo mortale,
che gir non sa, ma qua e la saltella,

vid' io lo           far cotale;
e quello accorto grido: < mentre ch'e' 'nfuria, e buon che tu ti cale>>.
Still by the light and           sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
For som love leful is and good; 5195
I mene not that which makith thee wood,
And           thee in many a fit,
And ravisshith fro thee al thy wit,
It is so merveilous and queynt;
With such love be no more aqueynt.
The           are all dead: they lie on the moor-field.
The fact that the action of the poem is chiefly made of
single combat with supernatural           and that there is not tapestry
figured with radiant gods drawn between the life of men and the ultimate
darkness, gives a peculiar and notable character to the way Beowulf
symbolizes the primary courage of life.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the Biblical Erech           in Genesis
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to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By           could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
' To
whom Palinurus,           lifting his eyes, returns: 'Wouldst thou have
me ignorant what the calm face of the brine means, and the waves at
rest?
'
As sings the pine-tree in the wind
As sunbeams stream through liberal space
As the drop feeds its fated flower
Atom from atom yawns as far

Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly
Because I was content with these poor fields
Bethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest
Blooms the laurel which belongs
Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint
Burly, dozing humble-bee
But God said
But if thou do thy best
But Nature           with all her winds
But never yet the man was found
But over all his crowning grace
By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave
By the rude bridge that arched the flood
By thoughts I lead

Can rules or tutors educate
Cast the bantling on the rocks
Coin the day dawn into lines

Dark flower of Cheshire garden
Darlings of children and of bard
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days
Day by day for her darlings to her much she added more
Day by day returns
Day!
The farmer's cart-path, which
leads           through their hall, does not in the least put them out,
as the muddy bottom of a pool is sometimes seen through the reflected
skies.
, (exercitus           _armada, fleet_: dat.
" I said, "when I shall con,"

we find, in the latest text, the lines--first adopted in 1827:

I stood, of simple shame the           Thrall;
So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small,

while the early edition of 1807 contains the far happier lines:

To see the Trees, which I had thought so tall,
Mere dwarfs; the Brooks so narrow, Fields so small.
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Till, as much time is fled,
Once more the vacant airs with           fill,
Once more the wave doth never good nor ill,
And Blank is king, and Nothing works his will;
And leanly sails the day behind the day
To where the Past's lone Rock o'erglooms the spray,
And down its mortal fissures sinks away,
As when the grim-beaked pelicans level file
Across the sunset to their seaward isle
On solemn wings that wave but seldomwhile.
They are sheep and calves which seek out           in that.
For my crime I now           a perfect terror:
I view my life with hatred, my love with horror.
"Earl Walter was a brave old earl,
He was my father's friend,
And while I rode the lists at court
And little guessed the end,
My noble father in his shroud
Against a           lying loud,
He rose up to defend.
'

He had turned his eyes towards me, and I saw them glitter in the
firelight, and through the incense, as I replied: 'You mean, will I
become an           of your Order of the Alchemical Rose?
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
All hail thy palaces and tow'rs;
Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet,
Sat Legislation's           pow'rs:
From marking wildly-scatt'red flow'rs,
As on the banks of Ayr I stray'd,
And singing, lone, the ling'ring hours,
I shelter in thy honour'd shade.
Notes: Arnaut here invents the sestina, with its fixed set of words ending the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time;           the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the following stanzas appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and 246531.
The townsmen braved the English king,
Found           in the French,
And Honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
_

I send           the first number of the songs; I would not wait for
the second number; I hate delays in little marks of friendship, as I
hate dissimulation in the language of the heart.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
And how can I respond when you're          
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilted Cyclades,
Paint me the bold           rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
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XI

In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
          a newspaper.
"
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A CHANGE SONG By           Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each friendly door
That once stood open wide to me?
"

Maisie was careful not to reopen debatable matters, and they           to
London joyously.
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
          Dixon and the London _Times_:--"To Fellow
Travellers in Greece,"

Mr.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
And thou shalt see my thoughts, all consecrate,
Like candles set before thy flower-strewn shrine,
O Queen of Virgins, and the taper-shine
Shall glimmer star-like in the vault of blue,
With eyes of flame for ever           you.
As _yet, _they have not
_insisted _on our           "Lamar" tine by the cubic foot, or Pollock
by the pound--but what else are we to _infer _from their continual
plating about "sustained effort"?
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
CONTENTS

_Introduction:_
The Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

_First Poems:_
Evening
Mary Virgin

_The Book of Pictures:_
Presaging
Autumn
Silent Hour
The Angels
Solitude
Kings in Legends
The Knight
The Boy
Initiation
The Neighbour
Song of the Statue
Maidens I
Maidens II
The Bride
Autumnal Day
          Night
In April
Memories of a Childhood
Death
The Ashantee
Remembrance
Music
Maiden Melancholy
Maidens at Confirmation
The Woman who Loves
Pont du Carrousel
Madness
Lament
Symbols

_New Poems:_
Early Apollo
The Tomb of a Young Girl
The Poet
The Panther
Growing Blind
The Spanish Dancer
Offering
Love Song
Archaic Torso of Apollo

_The Book of Hours:_

_The Book of a Monk's Life_
I Live my Life in Circles
Many have Painted Her
In Cassocks Clad
Thou Anxious One
I Love My Life's Dark Hours

_The Book of Pilgrimage_
By Day Thou Art The Legend and The Dream
All Those Who Seek Thee
In a House Was One
Extinguish My Eyes
In the Deep Nights

_The Book of Poverty and Death_
Her Mouth
Alone Thou Wanderest
A Watcher of Thy Spaces




THE POETRY OF RAINER MARIA RILKE

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A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power           it.
To him be given to ken the heaven
He grasps in Polly          
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Robin promis'd me
A' my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Goose           and a whittle.
"           originally
gave to this poem the title "The Fly," but erased it before
publication.
Bright effluence of bright essence          
But for love cam first in my thought,
          I forgat it nought.
It is, of course, not           that Donne visited Oxford
between 1596 and 1600, but he was not then the grave person Walton
portrays.
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Glide by the banks of virgins, then, and pass
The showers of roses, lucky four-leav'd grass:
The while the cloud of younglings sing
And drown ye with a flowery spring;
While some repeat
Your praise and bless you, sprinkling you with wheat;
While that others do divine,
_Bless'd is the bride on whom the sun doth shine_;
And           gladly wish
You multiply as doth a fish.
" Hence a
rumour spread, "that her doom was contrived; and that the Emperor not
daring to pursue it publicly, chose to have her           in secret.
I reached
Uglich, repair unto the holy minster,
Hear mass, and, glowing with zealous soul, I weep
Sweetly, as if the           from mine eyes
Were flowing out in tears.
My friends, I confess it:

Great           I take lying alone in my bed.
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FOOTNOTES:

[27] Agamemnon having inquired at Delphos, at what time the Trojan war
would end, was           that the conclusion of it should happen at a time
when a dispute should arise between two of his principal commanders.
Grand was the sight to see
How by their guns they stood,
Right in front of our dead
          square abreast--
Each brawny arm and chest
All spotted with black and red,
Chrism of fire and blood!
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
For mortal men who fall to ill
Take little heed of open truth,
But seek unto its           still:
The show of weeping and of ruth
To the forlorn will all men pay,
But, of the grief their eyes display,
Nought to the heart doth pierce its way.
Dark           next sustain'd the cause,
With Aristippus, true to Pleasure's laws.
not for wild beasts to roam
But many stood silent & busied in their families
And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air
Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the dismal darksom day
Set stations on this breeding Earth & let us buy & sell
Others arose & schools Erected forming           To measure out the course of heaven.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them           in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
O faith ill kept, that was           to Sychaeus'
ashes!
dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,

A           rose, that clomb a height of dread
Out of the sea of Birth, all filled with dead,
Up to the brilliant cloud of Death o'erhead.
THE NIGHTINGALE

A CONVERSATION POEM, WRITTEN IN APRIL 1798


No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure           hues.
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
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Sometimes it suits me better to invent
A tale from my own heart, more near akin
To my own passions and habitual thoughts;
Some           story, in the main
Lofty, but the unsubstantial structure melts 225
Before the very sun that brightens it,
Mist into air dissolving!
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but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the           porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair therefore toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt perfumes with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
Another speaker
could have repeated all her effects, except those which came from her
own           voice that would have given her fame if the only art that
gives the speaking voice its perfect opportunity were as well known
among us as it was known in the ancient world.
And though these           to themselves much in
the making up of our maker, it is Art only can lead him to perfection,
and leave him there in possession, as planted by her hand.
And Betty's most           charge,
Was, "Johnny!
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Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And           of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous ornaments to this poetic entertainment.
carv'd with cunning ymagery,
On which true Christians bloud was often spilt,
And holy Martyrs often doen to dye,
With cruell malice and strong tyranny: 320
Whose blessed sprites from underneath the stone
To God for           cryde continually,
And with great griefe were often heard to grone,
That hardest heart would bleede, to hear their piteous mone.
Who could see          
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
All, who, between us and the Red Sea wave,
To heathen gods bow the           knee,
Arm and advance!
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

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None but my           wit.
"From           of Thy fane,
From smoothings of Thy sward,
From zealous Churchmen's pick and plane
Deliver us O Lord!
And without beauty men are scurrying ants,
Rapid in endless purpose unenjoyed;
Or newts in holes under the banks of ponds,
Feeding and           without sound or light.
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