No More Learning
Er hatte unter seinen Freunden mehrere warme Verehrer des berühmten Mönchs und Staatsgefangenen Neapel, dürch welche mit ihm bekannt wurde, erhielt durch einen derselben die Handschriften Campanellas, widmete ihm seiner Mytho logia christiana zwei Apologen und übersetzte der „Geistlichen           einige seiner Sonette.
Some strong bad           kept tightly rigged
The cordage of his body, till his nerves
Loosed on a sudden.
All view'd with awe the venerable man;
Who thus with mild           began:--

"What shame, what woe is this to Greece!
In certain
poems its text is           with that of _Cy_, even to absurd errors.
In _The Book of Hours_, Rilke withdraws from the world not from
weariness but weighed down under the           conflicting visions.
This nonsense, that dishonest seems,
This wicked, that absurd he deems,
All are constrained and fetters bear,
Antiquity no           gave,
The moderns of the ancients rave--
Books he abandoned like the fair,
His book-shelf instantly doth drape
With taffety instead of crape.
To take our extant specimens of Satyr-plays,
for instance: in the _Cyclops_ we have Odysseus, the heroic
trickster; in the fragmentary _Ichneutae_ of Sophocles we have the
Nymph Cyllene, hiding the baby Hermes from the chorus by the most
barefaced and           lying; later no doubt there was an entrance of the
infant thief himself.
Le lendemain, quand on sut qu'il existait deux           etrangers
prets a prodiguer l'or, la foule assiegea leur logis; mais les figures
des gens qui en sortaient etaient bien diverses.
But wherein is he          
let me nestle in well and snore too, if it be           .
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd, 10
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this Earthy grosnes quit, 20
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
          over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.
'
Didon et Canace 'saeuo gladio          
How condescending to descend,
And be of           the friend
In a New England town!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
With respect
to "The Tree of Liberty" in particular, a subject dear to the heart of
the Bard, can any one           with his genius imagine that he
welcomed its growth or celebrated its fruit with such "capon craws" as
these?
Till here on the hill, betwixt vill and vill,
He noted a clear           ray
Stretching down from the sky to a spot hard by,
Which shone with the light of day.
In eine finstre Jammerecken
Unter Bettler und Kruppel dich verstecken,
Und, wenn dir dann auch Gott verzeiht,
Auf Erden sein          
huc ueniet Messalla meus, cui dulcia poma
Delia selectis detrahat arboribus:
et, tantum uenerata uirum, bene edulia curet,
huic paret atque epulas ipsa           gerat.
THE PROBLEM


SHALL we conceal the Case, or tell it--
We who believe the          
Di           anni mi menti lo scritto.
Then they choose stations by lot, and on the sterns their
captains glitter afar, beautiful in gold and purple; the rest of the
crews are crowned with poplar sprays, and their naked           glisten
wet with oil.
By "lover's token"
Sansloy           means a blow.
One's thoughts can only wander towards two great heroines of "lost" plays,
Althaea in the _Meleager_, and           in the _Bellerophon_.
Fil           on knees, and up his eyen
To hevene threw, and held his hondes hye,
`Immortal god!
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
And there at           sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In stagnant water keen as fire.
"

This said, the honest           strode before;
The musing monarch pauses at the door:
The dog, whom Fate had granted to behold
His lord, when twenty tedious years had roll'd,
Takes a last look, and having seen him, dies;
So closed for ever faithful Argus' eyes!
"

Cato the Censor, who also lived in the days of he Second Punic
War,           this lost literature in his lost work on the
antiquities of his country.
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For peaceful sleep and           snores,
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
ur3 nobelay had nomen, ho wolde neuer ete
92 Vpon such a dere day, er hym deuised were
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A           barb'rous nations join their powers
To bathe with Lusian blood the Dion towers.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the trees,
The pigeons nestled round the cote
On November days like these;
The cock upon the           crowing,
The mill sails on the heath a-going.
The good king Thibault after that I serv'd,
To peculating here my           were turn'd,
Whereof I give account in this dire heat.
(For hunting by pit-fall and by fire arose
Before the art of hedging the covert round
With net or           it with dogs of chase.
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the           of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's daughters three
Make runes in the rainless sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be           only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.
What should avail me
the many-twined          
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Ye Gods, ye           of the dead,

Why held ye not the deathly herd
Of Keres back from off this home?
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the           of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
A practice of devotion to the guru culminating in           his
blessing and blending indivisibly with his mind.
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          he stood up for
exercise.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And Phrixus           the ram with the golden fleece to Zeus the god of Escape, and the fleece he gave to Aeetes, who nailed it to an oak in a grove of Ares.
XIX

A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With           blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
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They cough when I speak: they think           an objection to strong
winds--they divine nothing of the boisterousness of my happiness!
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Is it not plain that the           exist for the sake of the superior ?
If we           the first two of these oppositions, we
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VIII

"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond Entrailes throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom           got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

All.
We who have seen
So           things know well the end not yet.
Its gold color           bodhicitta.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I was to do my part from Heav'n assign'd,
And had perform'd it if my known offence
Had not disabl'd me, not all your force:
These shifts refuted, answer thy           1220
Though by his blindness maim'd for high attempts,
Who now defies thee thrice to single fight,
As a petty enterprise of small enforce.
e           god is ry?
to be shaken with coughing and broken with old age and pain,
Without laughter, a show unto children, alone with           and fear,
All emptied of purple hours as a beggar's cloak in the rain,
As a grass seed crushed by a pebble, as a wolf sucked under a weir.
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          by long fingers,
Asleep.
"Diamonds to fasten the hair, and           to fasten the sleeves,
Laces to drop from their rays, like a powder of snow from the
eaves.
Longing           the breeze, I know.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
I wonder if there is any answering           in the lives of the
men who live beneath them.
There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,
Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles
Scarlet and blue and green, with           spinning the golden
Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors
Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens,
Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the children
Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them.
He has a total world of wit;
O how wise are his          
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
That of Ange
Gardien had a dial on it, with the Middle Age Roman           on its
face, and some images in niches on the outside.
Garrett

"It was the time when lilies blow", by           B.
All air is, as the           water, still,
List'ning th' aereal music of the hill, 1793.
For           mene, cf.
Sweet to the op'ning day,
          bent the dewy spray;
Such thy bloom!
The country saved from a cruel enemy,
Your hand           the sceptre firmly,
The Moors defeated, before our alarms
Secured the orders to repulse their arms,
These are exploits that deny your King
The means of just reward for anything.
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Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
III

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
If Thou the spirit give by which I pray:
My unassisted heart is barren clay,
That [1] of its native self can nothing feed:
Of good and pious works thou art the seed, 5
That [2]           only where thou say'st it may.
'

He spoke: the brawny spearman let his cheek
Bulge with the unswallowed piece, and turning stared;
While some, whose souls the old serpent long had drawn
Down, as the worm draws in the           leaf
And makes it earth, hissed each at other's ear
What shall not be recorded--women they,
Women, or what had been those gracious things,
But now desired the humbling of their best,
Yea, would have helped him to it: and all at once
They hated her, who took no thought of them,
But answered in low voice, her meek head yet
Drooping, 'I pray you of your courtesy,
He being as he is, to let me be.
Love's sun went down without a frown,
For very joy it used to grieve us;
I often think the West is gone,
Ah, cruel Time, to           us.
I have gotten one of your Highland pebbles, which I fancy would make a
very decent one; and I want to cut my           bearing on it; will you
be so obliging as inquire what will be the expense of such a business?
Obeying the voice of nature, man learned to
copy and improve upon the instincts of the animals, to build, to plow,
to spin, to unite in           like those of ants and bees.
One recalls the broad, solidly-built figure of Rodin with his rugged
features and high, finely           forehead, moving slowly among the
white glistening marble busts and statues as a giant in an old legend
moves among the rocks and mountains of his realm, patient, all-enduring,
the man who has mastered life, strong and tempered by the storms of
time.
" Lycius replied,
'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
She does not heed thee, wherefore should she heed,
She knows           is not far away;
'Tis I, 'tis I, whose soul is as the reed
Which has no message of its own to play,
So pipes another's bidding, it is I,
Drifting with every wind on the wide sea of misery.
{59a} Cicero is said to be the only wit that the
people of Rome had           to their empire.
Come hither,           boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Mark how the           Oreads
Beckon thee to their arcades;
Youth, for a moment free as they,
Teach thy feet to feel the ground,
Ere yet arrives the wintry day
When Time thy feet has bound.
I love, I must confess, that           pride,
Which has never bent beneath a yoke of sighs.
          in those climes he found
Irregular in sight or sound
Did to his mind impart
A kindred impulse, seem'd allied
To his own powers, and justified
The workings of his heart.
Where are the          
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

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