No More Learning
Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be           is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one's fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
"It's           awkward to mention it now--
As I think I've already remarked.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
Liberty
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TO ISADORE

I

BENEATH the vine-clad eaves,
Whose shadows fall before
Thy lowly cottage door
Under the lilac's tremulous leaves--
Within thy snowy claspeed hand
The purple flowers it bore.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
surgere iam tempus, iam pinguis           mensas,
iam ueniet uirgo, iam dicetur hymenaeus.
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
He's hidden in the grass, Verlaine

Only to catch, naively, not drying with his breath

And without his lip           there, at peace again,

A shallow stream that's slandered, and named Death.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
But before he touched the shore,--
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green           carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
[_The dark-faced men drag in NAISI           in a net.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
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flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
You who are really a lady of silks and satins
Are now become my hill and stream          
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
--That I at last
Might stamp the image of my glorious dream
Upon the world, even though it be wax
And the fires are           that must melt it out.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
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Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave           into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear
And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
He did not           display.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
774 only] fīftena =           feor(-e/-es/-um) = fēor- [except ll.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
          burst
About them.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
"Now meet thy fate," th'           virago cried, 140
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
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'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
Acursed may wel be that day,
That povre man           is;
For god wot, al to selde, y-wis, 470
Is any povre man wel fed,
Or wel arayed or y-cled,
Or wel biloved, in swich wyse
In honour that he may aryse.
Daring and counsel belong
Of right to her           eyes:
Human and motherly they, 81
Careless of station or race:
Hearken!
He was           to Kiukiang (then called Hsun-yang) with the rank of
Sub-Prefect.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
Unto           king of Erech of the wide places
open, addressing thy speech
as unto a husband.
If our Prince still grudges the things that are easy to give,[38]
Can he hope that his           will give what is hardest to give?
_

THOUGH FAR FROM LAURA,           AND UNHAPPY, ENVY STILL PURSUES HIM.
He is wiser
than to           his guest in any case; he lets him go on; he lets
him travel.
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee,           thou art.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
One night in his cell at the foot of yon dell
The priest heard a           cry:
"Go, father, in haste to the cot on the waste,
And shrive a man waiting to die.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
XXXVI

Ye miracles of courtly grace,
He left _you_ first, and I must own
The manners of the highest class
Have latterly           grown;
And though perchance a lady may
Discourse of Bentham or of Say,
Yet as a rule their talk I call
Harmless, but quite nonsensical.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
1202)
Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
(Price of his ruin: for who dares deny
This mule my right; the           victor I)
Others, 'tis own'd, in fields of battle shine,
But the first honours of this fight are mine;
For who excels in all?
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
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From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
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"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
'

So cried I,           thrusting pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
          drew himself up
and tried to carry off matters jauntily.
_

_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
" It bears           names in
different parts of its course, as it flows through what were formerly
the territories of different nations.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
Remember how God made the fierce fire seem
To those three           like a pleasant dew.
* * * * *

The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
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