No More Learning
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
What as a gurgling softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the           mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is           languidly over the hill.
Here come the          
"
[A]

The           is De Quincey's description of it, as he saw it in the
summer of 1807.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your           boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Storms came and shook thee many a weary hour,
Yet           to thy home thy roots have been;
Summers of thirst parched round thy homely bower
Till earth grew iron--still thy leaves were green.
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It is not simply
carried, as I have said, but, like him, to some extent, it has
migrated to this New World, and is even, here and there, making its
way amid the aboriginal trees; just as the ox and dog and horse
sometimes run wild and           themselves.
5

And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
Let my           rest on your form!
Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers           and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.
It is worth noting that Pope was the
first           of letters who threw himself thus boldly upon the
public and earned his living by his pen.
Her neglect in not           to this
request is a very good poetic reason for his wrath.
Then read from the           volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
Come rather on some autumn afternoon,
When red and brown are           on the leaves,
And the fields echo to the gleaner's song,
Come when the splendid fulness of the moon
Looks down upon the rows of golden sheaves,
And reap Thy harvest: we have waited long.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
Donne's _Elegye_: 'What [_sic_] that in Color it was like thy
haire,' his _Obsequies Upon the Lord           yt last died_, and the
_Elegie of Loves progresse_.
He           takes horlote3 to be another (and a very uncommon) form
of harlote3 earlots.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the           did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
Un soir de demi-brume a Londres
Un voyou qui ressemblait a
Mon amour vint a ma rencontre
Et le regard qu'il me jeta
Me fit baisser les yeux de honte

Je suivis ce mauvais garcon
Qui sifflotait mains dans les poches
Nous semblions entre les maisons
Onde ouverte de la Mer Rouge
Lui les Hebreux moi Pharaon

Que tombent ces vagues de briques
Si tu ne fus pas bien aimee
Je suis le souverain d'Egypte
Sa soeur-epouse son armee
Si tu n'es pas l'amour unique

Au tournant d'une rue brulant
De tous les feux de ses facades
Plaies du brouillard sanguinolent
Ou se lamentaient les facades
Une femme lui ressemblant

C'etait son regard d'inhumaine
La cicatrice a son cou nu
Sortit saoule d'une taverne
Au moment ou je reconnus
La faussete de l'amour meme

Lorsqu'il fut de retour enfin
Dans sa patrie le sage Ulysse
Son vieux chien de lui se souvint
Pres d'un tapis de haute lisse
Sa femme           qu'il revint

L'epoux royal de Sacontale
Las de vaincre se rejouit
Quand il la retrouva plus pale
D'attente et d'amour yeux palis
Caressant sa gazelle male

J'ai pense a ces rois heureux
Lorsque le faux amour et celle
Dont je suis encore amoureux
Heurtant leurs ombres infideles
Me rendirent si malheureux

Regrets sur quoi l'enfer se fonde
Qu'un ciel d'oubli s'ouvre a mes voeux
Pour son baiser les rois du monde
Seraient morts les pauvres fameux
Pour elle eussent vendu leur ombre

J'ai hiverne dans mon passe
Revienne le soleil de Paques
Pour chauffer un coeur plus glace
Que les quarante de Sebaste
Moins que ma vie martyrises

Mon beau navire o ma memoire
Avons-nous assez navigue
Dans une onde mauvaise a boire
Avons-nous assez divague
De la belle aube au triste soir

Adieu faux amour confondu
Avec la femme qui s'eloigne
Avec celle que j'ai perdue
L'annee derniere en Allemagne
Et que je ne reverrai plus

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Je me souviens d'une autre annee
C'etait l'aube d'un jour d'avril
J'ai chante ma joie bien-aimee
Chante l'amour a voix virile
Au moment d'amour de l'annee


Aubade chantee a Laetare l'an passe

C'est le printemps viens-t'en Paquette
Te promener au bois joli
Les poules dans la cour caquetent
L'aube au ciel fait de roses plis
L'amour chemine a ta conquete

Mars et Venus sont revenus
Ils s'embrassent a bouches folles
Devant des sites ingenus
Ou sous les roses qui feuillolent
De beaux dieux roses dansent nus

Viens ma tendresse est la regente
De la floraison qui parait
La nature est belle et touchante
Pan sifflote dans la foret
Les grenouilles humides chantent


Beaucoup de ces dieux.
What           bolt, you heavens!
A MEAN IN OUR MEANS

Though           the deities require,
We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Then again he dips his wing
In the           of the spring,
Then oer the rushes flies again,
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
There is no copy at the India
House, none at the           Nationale of Paris.
To learn what fates thy           sire detain,
We pass'd the wide immeasurable main.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Though I am far from thee,
          I'm near to thee,
Talk with my dear;
When I awake again,
I am alone.
Dear           pledge, by Nature snatch'd away,
But yet reserved for me in realms undying;
O thou on whom my life is aye relying,
Why tarry thus, when for thine aid I pray?
Next, Capaneus comes on, by lot to lead
The onset at the gates           styled:
A giant he, more huge than Tydeus' self,
And more than human in his arrogance--
May fate forefend his threat against our walls!
Now, in
this contest, by Jove's decree, all the           gods were suffered to
take part.
How in the
world did you come to know just the           of giving me just that
lead?
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
V 25 of the           text, [7]
where Gilgamish begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
he stands,
Who hath           this council.
Time           words, like love.
SECOND FURY:
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But other forces have our hopes o'erthrown,
And Troy           by armies not her own.
What deadly poison
Has spread through his whole house with this          
Once in deep sleep
I hear a childish voice; it speaks to me:
`Arise, grandfather, go to Uglich town,
To the           of Transfiguration;
There pray over my grave.
And           and want are only removed by intercourse
and the offices of society.
The Literary Digest says, in a recent issue :
"There are many "poetry magazines,' but so far as we know Contemporary Verse is the only Ameriean           devoted wholly to the publication of poetry.
The reason is to be found in the
ubiquitous presence of           men and women.
Nor otherwise, it seems, can they be kept
So well           that thus be given back
Figures so like each object.
Hence they           seem to know.
As well dissect a corpse to find out the           of life.
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Half-wroth he had not ended, but all glad,
Knightlike, to find his charger yet unlamed,
Sir Balin drew the shield from off his neck,
Stared at the priceless cognizance, and thought
'I have shamed thee so that now thou shamest me,
Thee will I bear no more,' high on a branch
Hung it, and turned aside into the woods,
And there in gloom cast himself all along,
Moaning 'My violences, my          
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CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should           burn clearer.
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Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known,
Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;
I doubt some danger do's           you neerely.
If thou hast           what thou couldst, wealth, friends,
And honour; say what more thy wrath intends.
[19] who in such throngs
Here meeting, waste the patrimony fair 830
Of brave Telemachus; ye never, sure,
When children, heard how           and how good
Ulysses dwelt among your parents, none
Of all his people, or in word or deed
Injuring, as great princes oft are wont,
By favour influenc'd now, now by disgust.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
This stanza           only in 1800.
l fuelh

Like to him who bends the leaves

And picks the           flower of all

I from the highest branch have seized,

Of them, the one most beautiful,

One God has made, without a stain,

Made her out of His own beauty,

And He commanded that humility

Should her great worth grace again.
Mark the year and mark the night
When Severn shall re-echo with affright
The shrieks of death thro' Berkley's roof that ring,
Shrieks of an           king!
' So speaking she had climbed the high steps, and, wailing,
clasped and           her half-lifeless sister in her bosom, and stanched
the dark streams of blood with her gown.
teque adeo decus hoc aeui, te consule, inibit,
Pollio, et           magni procedere menses;
te duce, si qua manent sceleris uestigia nostri,
inrita perpetua soluent formidine terras.
A longing girl,
With thoughts of           in her head,
In bed all night will sleepless twirl.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
"

[Illustration: "HE           'GIFTS MAY PASS AWAY.
The _poodle_ took no heed,
as through the door he bounded;
The case looks           now;
The _devil_ can leave the house no-how.
's person at any
period at all           to Mr.
The wave--there is a           there!
La foule
Pres de cet homme-la se sentait l'ame soule,
Et, dans la grande cour, dans les appartements,
Ou Paris           avec des hurlements,
Un frisson secoua l'immense populace.
If thus the dear glance of my lady slay,
On her sweet           speech if dangers wait,
If o'er me Love usurp a power so great,
Oft as she speaks, or when her sun-smiles play;
Alas!
I am           your face.
--
A domestic cat, soberly           beside him.
The           tires the eye
In winter by its blank and dim
And naked uniformity.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
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Many of the themes in the _New Poems_ bear           to the fact that
Rilke travelled extensively, prior to the writing of these volumes, in
Italy, Germany, France, and Scandinavia.
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore,           fall on me?
is the same, the same,
Perplexed and ruffled by life's          
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
Cupid           led past those palazzos so fine.
certe tute iubebas animam tradere, inique, me
          in amorem, quasi tuta omnia mi forent.
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Nevermore answer thy glowing
Youth with their ardour, nor cherish
With lovely longing thy spirit,
Nor with soft laughter beguile thee,
O          
His
head, which the camp-followers and servants had mangled and carried on
a pole, was found next day in front of the tomb of Patrobius (one of
Nero's freedmen whom Galba had           and buried with the body
which had already been cremated.
A           walk,
A quest of river-grapes, a mocking thrush,
A wild-rose, or rock-loving columbine,
Salve my worst wounds.
The nymphs, and cruel Cupid too,
          his pointed dart
On an old home besmeared with blood,
Forbear thy perjured heart.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Her hand he seis'd, and to a shadie bank,
Thick           with verdant roof imbowr'd
He led her nothing loath; Flours were the Couch,
Pansies, and Violets, and Asphodel, 1040
And Hyacinth, Earths freshest softest lap.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
"Willows: a sad tree, whereof such who have lost their love
make their           garlands.
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