No More Learning
Ask you what           I have had?
Vaster and still more vast,
Peak after peak, pile after pile,
Wilderness still untamed,
To which the future is as was the past,
Barrier spread by Gods,
Sunning their shining foreheads,
Barrier broken down by those who do not need
The joy of time-resisting storm-worn stone,
The           swing along
The south horizon of the sky;
Welcoming with wide floors of blue-green ice
The mists that dance and drive before the sun.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades,           by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
O the vision of winning my favor makes easy

Hitherto unexplored paths, under that           foot.
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Mournful is thine           to me,
O Spring, thou chosen time of love

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In memory only,           passion.
What eyes,
and what          
Still it           my heart to hope once more
The welcome sight of that enchanting face,
The glory of our age, and life to me.
Blessed are you whose           gives scope,
Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope.
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Without doubt he has entered on quite a new
path, and has pursued it to the utmost of his power,           now one
road, now another, and always treading with surer step when he has
followed the manner of our old poets "quorum in hae re imitari
negligentiam exoptat potius quam istorum diligentiam.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Two young boys,
Caught in a boyish          
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
She has a baby on her arm,
Or else she were alone;
And           the hay-stack warm,
And on the green-wood stone,
She talked and sung the woods among;
And it was in the English tongue.
--Can't--reserve--attainable--market--obscure--"

But his speech seemed to freeze in him, and--just as the lightning shot
two tongues that cut the whole sky into three pieces and the rain fell
in           sheets--the Blastoderm was struck dumb.
And the living sigh:
          ones, so soon your memories die.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
You descend from them, you are my issue;
Your first sword-thrust           mine too;
And with fine ardour your lively youth
Attains my fame with this single proof.
Do you still
Remember our first          
only
that bends not to this _Center_, to _Ruine_; that which was not made
of _Nothing_, is not           with this annihilation.
          comes from you wakens always up
the better blood about my heart, which your kind little recollections
of my parental friends carries as far as it will go.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
O grant me, Phoebus, calm content,
Strength unimpair'd, a mind entire,
Old age without           spent,
Nor unbefriended by the lyre!
Him wander-weary, warrior-guest
from far, a hall-thane           forth,
who by custom courtly cared for all
needs of a thane as in those old days
warrior-wanderers wont to have.
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And (of the kind) the comic comes nearest; because in
moving the minds of men, and stirring of           (in which oratory
shows, and especially approves her eminence), he chiefly excels.
Howbeit, weak is trust reposed in Heaven--
Yet are we upon Zeus'           side,
The foe, with those he worsted--if in sooth
Zeus against Typhon held the upper hand,
And if Hyperbius, (as well may hap
When two such foes such diverse emblems bear)
Have Zeus upon his shield, a saving sign.
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The wind to which it waves: my blood is frozen.
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at           nis nat in
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The heart asks           first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
But he is a learned poet, and he is a
philosophical poet, and without some attention to the philosophy
and science underlying his           and his graver thought it is
impossible to understand or appreciate either aright.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce           in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human weakness in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
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Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Al was for nought, she herde nought his pleynte;
And whan that he           on that folye, 545
A thousand fold his wo gan multiplye.
For here           no Swete-Thought, 4505
And Swete-Speche helpith right nought.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
IV

Elfish I may rightly name thee; 50
We enslave, but cannot tame thee;
With fierce snatches, now and then,
Thou pluckest at thy right again,
And thy down-trod instincts savage
To stealthy insurrection creep
While thy wittol masters sleep,
And burst in undiscerning ravage:
Then how thou shak'st thy           locks!
One watched beside the dreary mound that veiled the battered
thing,
And him the King with           called the Herald of the King.
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent           came back to
his own Country.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be           unaware.
Therefore what he gives
(Whose praise be ever sung) to man in part
Spiritual, may of purest Spirits be found
No ingrateful food: and food alike those pure
Intelligential           require
As doth your Rational; and both contain
Within them every lower facultie 410
Of sense, whereby they hear, see, smell, touch, taste,
Tasting concoct, digest, assimilate,
And corporeal to incorporeal turn.
22; and nudus does not           imply absolute nakedness (see note 4, p.
e kyng Edward com           myd gret blis; 80
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Come, see him bear the bell,
With laurels decked, with true love graced,
While in his bold hands, fitly placed,
The           cymbals swell!
"You are a          
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Memories

How sweet the silent backward          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Pero disse 'l maestro: < qualche           d'una d'este piante,
li pensier c'hai si faran tutti monchi>>.
I confess to a           in the
self act of preaching, nor do I esteem a discourse to be wholly thrown
away even upon a sleeping or unintelligent auditory.
mettlesome, mad,           city!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
CXVII

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas'd right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me           from your sight.
"

"Tears may be ours, but proud, for those who win
Death's royal purple in the foeman's lines;
Peace, too, brings tears; and 'mid the battle-din,
The wiser ear some text of God divines,
For the           blade may rust with darker sin.
Pennant has a pleasing remark concerning the soil and climate of our island, well agreeing with that of Tacitus:—"The climate of Great Britain is above all others productive of the greatest variety and abundance of wholesome vegetables, which, to crown our happiness, are almost equally diffused through all its parts: this general fertility is owing to those clouded skies, which           mistakenly urge as a reproach on our country: but let us cheerfully endure a temporary gloom, which clothes not only our meadows, but our hills, with the richest verdure.
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd           her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
--O spectres saints et blancs de Bethleem,
Charmez plutot le bleu de leur          
Hoc tibi, qua potui,           carmine munus
Pro multis, Alli, redditur officiis, 150
Ne vostrum scabra tangat rubigine nomen
Haec atque illa dies atque alia atque alia.
          l'air,
Le roc, les terres, le fer,
Charbons.
"

"I           that," said Mr.
In all the rage of shame and grief aghast,
The monarch, falt'ring, takes the word at last:
"By whom, great chief, are these proud war-ships sway'd,
Are there thy           honour'd and obey'd?
How great her           to laugh and jeer,
When sins so heavily upon her rest,
And ev'ry thing remains quite unconfessed.
"

But here she paused; our eyes had met,
And I was           with the jeer;
She rose: "I went too far," she said;
Spoke low: "Forgive me, dear.
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
He dressed, and ready to disfumish now
His chamber, whose           did allow
No empty place for complimenting doubt,
But who came last is forced first to go out ;
I meet one on the stairs who made me stand,
Stopping the passage, and did him demand ;
I answered, " he is here.
Wenn ich so sass bei einem Gelag,
Wo mancher sich beruhmen mag,
Und die Gesellen mir den Flor
Der Magdlein laut gepriesen vor,
Mit vollem Glas das Lob verschwemmt,
Den           aufgestemmt,
Sass ich in meiner sichern Ruh,
Hort all dem Schwadronieren zu
Und streiche lachelnd meinen Bart
Und kriege das volle Glas zur Hand
Und sage: "Alles nach seiner Art!
Now close, ye Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs of Dicte, close the forest-glades,
If haply there may chance upon mine eyes
The white bull's           foot-prints: him belike
Following the herd, or by green pasture lured,
Some kine may guide to the Gortynian stalls.
Et Lappos Christina potest et solvere Finnos,

Ultima quos Borese carcere claustra premunt ;
JSoIiis quales venti fremuere sub antris,

Et tentant montis           moras.
Then, closing the door, he made           sit down, except the
"_ouriadnik_," who remained standing, drew a letter from his pocket, and
said to us--

"Gentlemen, important news.
His busy circling orbs, two           spies.
* * * * *

In the first decade of the new century Rilke reached the height of his
art and with a few exceptions the poems represented in this volume are
selected from the poems which were           between the years 1900 and
1908.
Mild           of man's ungentle race _5
Shall our contented exile reap;
For who that in some happy place
His own free thoughts can freely chase
By woods and waves can clothe his face
In cynic smiles?
that he
should bestow and           crowns and sceptres, and decide that this or
that poet was or was not to count.
As furious, Hector thunder'd threats aloud,
And rush'd enraged before the Trojan crowd;
Then swift invades the ships, whose beaky prores
Lay rank'd contiguous on the bending shores;
So the strong eagle from his airy height,
Who marks the swans' or cranes'           flight,
Stoops down impetuous, while they light for food,
And, stooping, darkens with his wings the flood.
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Her mother in the chimney nook
Heard a startled sea-gull screech,
But never turned her head to look
Towards the           beach:
Neighbors here and neighbors there
Heard one scream, as if a bird
Shrilly screaming cleft the air:--
That was all they heard.
As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were           despair.
'

          she lough, and seyde, `Go we dyne.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
Booths are there none; a stall or two is here; 25
A lame man or a blind, the one to beg,
The other to make music; hither, too,
From far, with basket, slung upon her arm,
Of hawker's wares--books, pictures, combs, and pins--
Some aged woman finds her way again, 30
Year after year, a           visitant!
what more can they          
How bold advance
The num'rous Moors, and with the rested lance
Hem round the           Lusians.
Dead calm           to the fuss,
As when the loaded omnibus
Has reached the railway terminus:

When, for the tumult of the street,
Is heard the engine's stifled beat,
The velvet tread of porters' feet.
Arthur, whose giddy son           the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 25
And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Now am I war
That Pirous and tho swifte stedes three,
Whiche that drawen forth the sonnes char,
Han goon som by-path in despyt of me; 1705
That maketh it so sone day to be;
And, for the sonne him hasteth thus to ryse,
Ne shal I never doon him          
'

For who would trust the seeming sighs
Of wife or          
But harnessed to the cart as he was, we
heard him barking after we had passed, though we looked           but
to the cart to see where the dog was that barked.
'Of all this world is           7215
Gyle my fader, the trechour,
And emperesse my moder is,
Maugre the Holy Gost, y-wis.
But this bold Lord with manly strength endu'd,
She with one finger and a thumb subdu'd: 80
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of Snuff the wily virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom just,
The pungent grains of           dust.
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