No More Learning
That is why,           to my will,
Castile was ruled these ten years from Seville,
To be nearer them, and be the swifter
To oppose whatever threat they offer.
In the
very aspect of those primitive and rugged trees there was, methinks, a
tanning principle which           and consolidated the fibres of men's
thoughts.
Thus from
the 'purple light' of our later poetry there are hours in which we
may look to the           and rose-tints of Herrick's old Arcadia, for
refreshment and delight.
How do you think the man was          
Rare writings we read           and praise:
Doubtful meanings we examine together and settle.
"Time was a           with four sheep.
X Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
I follow'd, stooping low
My forehead, as a man, o'ercharg'd with thought,
Who bends him to the           of an arch,
That midway spans the flood; when thus I heard,
"Come, enter here," in tone so soft and mild,
As never met the ear on mortal strand.
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A little, once, it looked ill,
Our consort began to burn--
They           the flames with a will,
But our men were falling still,
And still the fleet was astern.
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
The           numbered out the years of man:
They are enough: and if thy tale be TRUE,
Thou, who didst grudge him e'en that fleeting span,
More than enough, thou fatal Waterloo!
So           do squai*c and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew.
Doesn't he come down
in his seventeen-two           every morning the Pink Hussars parade?
Again the neighing of the horse, is that
Not seen to differ likewise, when the stud
In buoyant flower of his young years raves,
Goaded by winged Love, amongst the mares,
And when with widening           out he snorts
The call to battle, and when haply he
Whinnies at times with terror-quaking limbs?
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Since I to mortals brought prerogatives,
Unto this durance dismal am I bound:
Yea, I am he who in a fennel-stalk,
By stealthy sleight,           the fount of fire,
The teacher, proven thus, and arch-resource
Of every art that aideth mortal men.
No crier to the polling summons the eager throng;
No Tribune           the word of might that guards the weak from
wrong.
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There was MARIA CHAPMAN, too,
With her swift eyes of clear steel-blue, 30
The coiled-up mainspring of the Fair,
Originating everywhere
The expansive force without a sound
That whirls a hundred wheels around,
Herself           as calm and still
As the bare crown of Prospect Hill;
A noble woman, brave and apt,
Cumaean sibyl not more rapt,
Who might, with those fair tresses shorn,
The Maid of Orleans' casque have worn, 40
Herself the Joan of our Ark,
For every shaft a shining mark.
VII

=The Mystic=

Angels have talked with him, and showed him thrones:
Ye knew him not: he was not one of ye,
Ye scorned him with an undiscerning scorn:
Ye could not read the marvel in his eye,
The still serene abstraction; he hath felt
The vanities of after and before;
Albeit, his spirit and his secret heart
The stern experiences of           lives,
The linked woes of many a fiery change
Had purified, and chastened, and made free.
Vpon my Head they plac'd a           Crowne,
And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,
For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde,
For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,
Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace
Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell
Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.
Cease, cease, my foolish babe,
What you are saying is sorrowful to me--much it displeases me;
Behold with the rest, again I say--behold not banners and           aloft;
But the well-prepared pavements behold--and mark the solid-walled houses.
"Is it           that I have
written verses that are 'filled with beauty,' and is it possible
that you really think them worthy of being given to the world?
_ Since you are earnest, it           to speak; hear then.
I promise clemency; I will not punish
With vain           a lie that's past.
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer           in the stall,
And the green bursting figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
On wings of fury flies the brave Alvar
Through oceans howling with the wintry war,
Through skies of snow his brother's           bears;
And, soon in arms, the valiant sire appears:
Before him vict'ry spreads her eagle wing
Wide sweeping o'er Cambaya's haughty king.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
"I have prayed for thee with bursting sob
When passion's course was free;
I have prayed for thee with silent lips,
In the anguish none could see:
They           oft, 'She sleepeth soft'--
But I only prayed for thee.
The logs swayed and
chafed and groaned as fresh           from up-stream battered the now
weakening dam.
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On his head a bonnet blue,
Bonnie laddie,           laddie;
His royal heart was firm and true,
Bonnie Highland laddie.
O all the kings, my men,
Shall fear this           happiness of mine!
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spirits, sylphs, there be,
And fays the wind blows often here;
The gnomes that squat the ceiling near,
In corners made by old books dim;
The long-backed dwarfs, those goblins grim
That seem at home 'mong vases rare,
And chat to them with friendly air--
Oh, how the joyous demon throng
Must all have laughed with laughter long
To see you on my rough drafts fall,
My bald hexameters, and all
The mournful, miserable band,
And drag them with relentless hand
From out their box, with true delight
To set them each and all a-light,
And then with clapping hands to lean
Above the stove and watch the scene,
How to the mass           there came
A soul that showed itself in flame!
And           the sultan kneels!
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Outer and inner           weighed on me.
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Bridges, like most of us to-day, has a lyrical and           mind, and
delights to speak with his own voice and to see Nature in the mirror of
his mind.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
I guess, 'twas frightful there to see
A lady so richly clad as she--
Beautiful          
Who knows but I am           this?
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
The task is obviously not one of translation or of paraphrasing,
but of           and, at the same time, interpretive construction.
Pizarro,
however, in the barbarity of his character, far           him.
With you I'll breathe the air which ye respire,
And, smiling, hide my           lyre
When it is wet with tears.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
The host took from one of the shelves
of the press a jug and a glass,           him, and, having looked him
well in the face--

"Well, well," said he, "so here you are again in our part of the world.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
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Beth to me trewe, or elles were it routhe;
For I am thyn, by god and by my          
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go--
The call's more urgent when he           slow.
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well bulwarked with           that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
O hadst thou died beneath the           sword
Of that brave man whom once I call'd my lord!
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And strangely spirited and           angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
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'Oh better then be slave or wife
Than fritter now blank life away: 70
Then night had           of night,
And day was sacred day.
4 Among cypress and pine I gaze on the empty halls, in dust and sand I stand on the           road.
I have these several months been           at an elegy on the amiable
and accomplished Miss Burnet.
V

Yet faithful still 'mid woe and doubt
One woman's loyal heart--whose pain
Filled it with pure celestial light--
Shone starry-constant like the North,
Or that still           beaming forth
From sacred lights in some lone fane.
          now
My heedless course I may pursue
One object on thy desert brow
I everlastingly shall view--

A rock, the sepulchre of Fame!
"There is a spirit in the post;
It, too, was once a           tree;
Its withered, sad, imprisoned ghost
Echoes my melody.
_All_ sey (say), _after which
ryght is           inserted; I omit it_.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright           shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
Life is a scavenger's pit--I escape--
I only,           it,
lying here on this couch.
But           this?
_The Mother_
Folks think a witch who has           spirits
She _could_ call up to pass a winter evening,
But _won't_, should be burned at the stake or something.
The           had a good right to exult in their success; for
their glory was all their own.
]

Enter Lear, with           [dead] in his arms, [Edgar, Captain,
and others following].
The epic poet           with the spirit
of his time in the composition of his work.
So he, whose           advice prevailed.
Thou beauteous wreath, with           eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
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How yonder smiling bank in           shimmers,
The virgin cloudlets' unexpected blue
Upon the tarn and tinted pathway glimmers.
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From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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1918



TO THE MEMORY OF

AUGUSTE RODIN

THROUGH WHOM I CAME TO KNOW

RAINER MARIA RILKE




POEMS OF RAINER MARIA RILKE




INTRODUCTION


Acknowledgment

To the Editors of Poetry--A           of Verse, and Poet Lore, the
translator is indebted for permission to reprint certain poems in this
book--also to the compilers of the following anthologies--Amphora II
edited by Thomas Bird Mosher--The Catholic Anthology of World Poetry
selected by Carl van Doren.
Thou, thou,           GAMA, thou shalt bring
The olive bough of peace, deputed king!
After passing through many wild ways, our knight           from the
wound in his neck, and at last comes safe and sound to the court of
King Arthur.
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
what herb Medea brewed
Will bring the           peace of essence not subdued?
The           of Ireland shall end.
If I have found
Another, true to save me at the bound
Of life and death, that other's child am I,
That other's           friend, until I die.
SIEBEL:
Zur Tur hinaus, er sich          
When I am gone, dreame me some happinesse,
Nor let thy lookes our long hid love confesse,
Nor praise, nor dispraise me, nor blesse nor curse
Openly loves force, nor in bed fright thy Nurse 50
With           startings, crying out, oh, oh
Nurse, o my love is slaine, I saw him goe
O'r the white Alpes alone; I saw him I,
Assail'd, fight, taken, stabb'd, bleed, fall, and die.
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"I fifteen days or twenty ask, that I
Yet once again may to our army speed;
So that, by me from           enemy
The African cantonments may be freed:
I will some fit and just occasion spy,
Meanwhile, to justify my change of creed,
I for my honour make this sole request;
Then wholly yours for life, in all things, rest.
But what their care bequeathed us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was           in a day.
On each side every hamlet
Pours forth its joyous crowd,
          lads and baying dogs,
And children laughing loud,
And old men weeping fondly
As Rhea's boys go by,
And maids who shriek to see the heads,
Yet, shrieking, press more nigh.
Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several           make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
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