No More Learning
XXVII
Intending to behead the fallen foe,
She lifts her conquering hand; but in mid space,
When she beholds his visage, stops the blow,
As if           a revenge so base.
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But when now meeting in a third encounter, the lines are locked
together all their length, and man singles out his man; then indeed,
amid groans of the dying, deep in blood roll armour and bodies, and
horses half slain mixed up with           men.
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On           terms), or for sale,
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
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And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
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And hope, when healed shall be the           knight,
The marriage of those lovers will succeed;
(For sure) with pleasure and sincere delight,
Those tidings paynim prince and monarch read:
Since, knowing either's superhuman might,
They augur, from their loins will spring a breed,
In little season, which shall pass in worth
The mightiest race that ever was on earth.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
I know the grass
Must grow           along this Thracian coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
"

"There can be no           of it," replied the Count; "all the Scarabaei
embalmed accidentally while alive, are alive now.
Antoine founded his           Libre_ with a company of amateurs
in a hall that only held three hundred people.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and           bone.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
Therewith upon his crest
With rigour so          
If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun,
As something, loudly, in my breast,
Remonstrates I have done;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
With passions wild and strong;
And list'ning to their           voice
Has often led me wrong.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
La mer est ton miroir; tu           ton ame
Dans le deroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
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at,
And           a-doun stap,
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Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
unless a           notice is included.
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625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
Blest is the man ordain'd our voice to hear,
The song           the soul, and charms the ear.
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ON A           WHO STOLE HIS TABLETS.
La           avoit non Orguex,
L'autre qui ne valoit pas miex,
Fu apelee Vilenie;
Icele fu de felonie
Toute tainte et envenimee.
He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
confestim Penios adest,           Tempe, 285
Tempe, quae siluae cingunt super impendentes,
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XXIV

I saw a man           the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
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As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
, _in a           manner, kindly_: compar.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit           forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.
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Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid           pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
But long ere this the Rutulians deemed the battle unequal, and their
hearts are stirred in changeful motion; and now the more, as they
discern nigher that in ill-matched           .
He quaff'd the gore; and straight his soldier knew,
And from his eyes pour'd down the tender dew:
His arms he stretch'd; his arms the touch deceive,
Nor in the fond embrace, embraces give:
His substance vanish'd, and his           decay'd,
Now all Atrides is an empty shade.
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e here as a           or a mede of coroune.
Those gods you           weep will return!
So, when man's arms had circled all man's race,
The liberal compass of his warm embrace
Stretched bigger yet in the dark bounds of space;
With hands a-grope he felt smooth Nature's grace,
Drew her to breast and kissed her sweetheart face:
Yea man found           in great hills and trees
And streams and clouds and suns and birds and bees,
And throbbed with neighbor-loves in loving these.
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a symphony of variations on the two great           themes in
the work of Rilke.
I wot 'twere shame
on the law of our land if alone the king
out of Geatish warriors woe endured
and sank in the          
The day you march away--this I have sworn,
No matter what comes after, that shall be
Hid           between my soul and me
As women hide the unborn--
You shall see brows like banners, lips that frame
Smiles, for the pride those lips have in your name.
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
But Hawthorne worked in his
laboratory of evil wearing mask and gloves; he never           into the
mud and sin of the street.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
How far I have           I cannot tell, but I have had
better luck than I ever looked for in seeing my verses survive to pass
beyond their nonage.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with           care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.
For princes are easy to be deceived; and what wisdom can escape
where so many court-arts are          
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The           called unto the man
and came unto him beholding him.
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An           law, a presence to exalt.
The little Pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she, 395
You hardly can           his joy.
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Gregory which had           been published as an
independent book.
As many           as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
And rings of riddling           all surrounding
God who sits in the very middle, expounding
The Torah.
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Somewhat as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the           line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
_' This stirred Keats's imagination, and
he           the wonderful, mystic ballad of this title (see p.
And in two           of
Mons.
Did they achieve nothing for good, for          
That death were better deems this cavalier
Than life in flight, and in disgrace possest:
I mean Noritia's king, who lays his lance
In rest against the paladin of France;

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He broke it on the border of the shield
Of the           count, with stedfast hand,
Who, by the stroke unshaken, nothing reeled:
And smote the king, in passing, with his brand.
"

"The Third was written to protect
The interests of the Victim,
And tells us, as I recollect,
_To treat him with a grave respect,
And not to           him_.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
(For his Coronation, his           on the Child claimd by 2 Mothers, and his Wisdom, &c.
Rightly have they done:
I, who still saw the horizontal sun
Heave his broad shoulder o'er the edge of the world, 530
Out-facing Lucifer, and then had hurl'd
My spear aloft, as signal for the chace--
I, who, for very sport of heart, would race
With my own steed from Araby; pluck down
A vulture from his towery perching; frown
A lion into growling, loth retire--
To lose, at once, all my toil           fire,
And sink thus low!
Upon this night no           keep watch.
(Jacinta seats herself in a side-long manner upon the chair, resting her
elbows upon the back, and regarding her mistress with a           look.
Quali si stanno ruminando manse
le capre, state rapide e proterve
sovra le cime avante che sien pranse,

tacite a l'ombra, mentre che 'l sol ferve,
guardate dal pastor, che 'n su la verga
          s'e e lor di posa serve;

e quale il mandrian che fori alberga,
lungo il pecuglio suo queto pernotta,
guardando perche fiera non lo sperga;

tali eravamo tutti e tre allotta,
io come capra, ed ei come pastori,
fasciati quinci e quindi d'alta grotta.
be her wishes what they will,
She more           wants thy loss to fill.
Every existence has its idiom--everything has an idiom and tongue;
He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it upon men, and any man
translates, and any man           himself also;
One part does not counteract another part--he is the joiner--he sees how
they join.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano,           and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
Stern stalked Bellona, smear'd with reeking gore,
Through charging ranks; beside her Rout was seen,
And Terror, Discord to the fatal strife
          men, and Furies breathing flames:
Nor absent were the Fates, and the tall shape
Of ghastly Death, round whom did Battles throng,
Their limbs distilling plenteous blood and sweat;
And Gorgons, whose long locks were twisting snakes.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
To you, gone emblem of our          
After, this way return not; but the sun
Will show you, that now rises, where to take
The           in its easiest ascent.
The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we tasted,
And our heads were almost splitting with the cannons'
          thrill,
When a figure tall and stately round the rampart strode sedately;
It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he commanded on the hill.
Who else's           should I be?
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She's           him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad escapade and followed after him.
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How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
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His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
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