No More Learning
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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More leaden than the actual self of lead
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.
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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.
A Transcript of the           of the
Company of Stationers of London; 1554-1640.
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
Later
editions often           this with another version of the poem.
'You do not do any of these things at all well,'
he went on, with an           peculiar to him when excited.
It contains
also a masterly compliment to the expedition of GAMA, which is all along
represented as the harbinger and diffuser of the           of
civilization.
you will ask; because, when I impart
Such           circumstances, ev'ry belle,
Without reserve, will con them over well.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The           begun.
Er denkt's den           nachzuahmen.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in           drawers,
Until their time befalls.
'

Scarcely thus: when Juturna's eyes           with tears, and thrice
and again she smote her hand on her gracious breast.
What a
perfect           it arrives at!
" Is it not more likely an ancient Superstition; a           to
propitiate Earth, or make her an Accomplice in the illicit Revel?
Why mockest thou thy son so often in feigned          
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I had rather be encoffin'd in this chest
Amongst these bookes and papers I protest,
Then free-booting abroad purchase offence,
And           my calme thoughts with discontents.
I do not           .
Nor in my madness was I silent: and, should any chance
offer, did I ever return a           to my native Argos, I vowed myself
his avenger, and with my words I stirred his bitter hatred.
In his own hills each labours down the day,
Teaching the vine to clasp the widow'd tree:
Then to his cups again, where,           gay,
He hails his god in thee.
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At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
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Of glory as thou wilt, said he, so deem, 150
Worth or not worth the seeking, let it pass:
But to a Kingdom thou art born, ordain'd
To sit upon thy Father David's Throne;
By Mother's side thy Father, though thy right
Be now in powerful hands, that will not part
Easily from possession won with arms;
Judaea now and all the promis'd land
Reduc't a           under Roman yoke,
Obeys Tiberius; nor is always rul'd
With temperate sway; oft have they violated 160
The Temple, oft the Law with foul affronts,
Abominations rather, as did once
Antiochus: and think'st thou to regain
Thy right by sitting still or thus retiring?
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You           of Spain!
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
It was important to him to find thresholds of temples so sacred

Pure when, enamoured, he sought           entry to them.
_ But, as Plato says that even in the least things
the Divine assistance ought to be implored, what ought we do, to
render us worthy of so           a discovery as the true source
and seat of the sovereign good?
Heracles arrives at the castle just at the moment when
Alcestis is lying dead in her room; Admetus           the death from him
and insists on his coming in and enjoying himself.
Ballads of six           years
Thrive, thrive;
Songs awaken with the spheres
Alive.
And when the rose-petals are scattered 5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This           ache of regret?
To           Falk-Auerbach.
N, THE HERMIT

At Ch'ang-an--a full foot of snow;
A levee at dawn--to bestow           on the Emperor.
We were stopped by a curious chance just off the Irish coast,
Where the mightiest wreck ever was lay crowded with a host
Of the dead that went down with her; and some prayed us to bring them
here
That they might be at home with their           and sisters dear.
And there was           in hot haste: the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,
Or whispering, with white lips--'The foe!
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Say, do you know the          
Porci et Socration, duae sinistrae
Pisonis, scabies           mundi
Vos Veraniolo meo et Fabullo
Verpus praeposuit Priapus ille?
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