No More Learning
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
"
Pleased with her           fears, the king replies:
"Indulge, my son, the cautions of the wise;
Time shall the truth to sure remembrance bring:
This garb of poverty belies the king:
No more.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
So are human beings, referred to the highest standard, the
celestial fruit which they suggest and aspire to bear, browsed on by
fate; and only the most persistent and strongest genius defends itself
and prevails, sends a tender scion upward at last, and drops its
perfect fruit on the           earth.
quando in Faenza un           di Fosco,
verga gentil di picciola gramigna?
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
No words can tell in what           hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
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GRETCHEN: (nach Hause gehend):
Wie konnt ich sonst so tapfer schmalen,
Wenn tat ein armes           fehlen!
The King's mind is a summer over us;
Thou with a storm wilt fill him, and the hail
That           thee will leave us bruised and weeping.
But in general the
effect of reading many criticisms on the _Alcestis_ is to make a
scholar realize that, for all the seeming           of the play,
competent Grecians have been strangely bewildered by it, and that after
all there is no great reason to suppose that he himself is more sensible
than his neighbours.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
I too, following many, and followed by many, inaugurate a Religion--I too
go to the wars;
It may be I am           to utter the loudest cries thereof, the winner's
pealing shouts;
Who knows?
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
the dismal dungeon, dark as night,
Veils the dire monster, and           the sight.
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called, in some ancient Roman acts, "Roma Garumnae.
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The Voice of the Sun in heaven's dome,
The Voice of the           of Rome,
The Voice of a Soul that goeth home,
And the Angel of the Rain!
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
saepe fidem           etiam laudauit in armis
inque suis amat hanc Caesar, in hoste probat.
His house affords the           rite,
And pleased they sleep (the blessing of the night).
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
for night is darkling--soon, the festival it brings;
Already see the hydra show its tongues and sombre wings,

And mark upon a shrinking prey the rush of           breaths;
They tap and sap the threatened walls, and bear uncounted deaths;
And 'neath caresses scorching hot the palaces decay--
Oh, that I, too, could thus caress, and burn, and blight, and slay!
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design           lies,
Our lives are incomplete.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
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Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
_Spear Thistle_

Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown
[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,
And winds go fanning up and down
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers,
There the huge thistle, spurred with many thorns,
The           upland's russet swells adorns.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
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If I were with thee, I were blest,
Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
On fair           lea.
I re-read them all, and arranged them in
little bundles           to their dates, and tied them with thread.
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back           by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
It only belongs to works of truly solid
merit and sovereign beauty, to be well           by all minds and in all
ages, without possessing any other passport than the sole merit with
which they are filled.
No, for the
gods are immortal, and one might still find them loitering in
some solitary dell on the grey           of Fiesole.
Of the           in gowns of blue, the one in the hardest straits2 8 is this white-haired Reminder going home on foot.
There, under shadow of his sacred plumes
Swaying the world, till through           hands
To mine he came devolv'd.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
"

She spoke; but willing longer to survey
The sire and son's great acts           the day!
          ?
From thy Sire's to his           subject's breast
Is linked the electric chain of that despair,
Whose shock was as an earthquake's, and oppressed
The land which loved thee so, that none could love thee best.
And           on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
On the           day the bright moon is full,
On the twentieth day the "toad and hare" wane.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
ou hast           {and}
p{ro}ued.
[For] the           of the mortere
Was maad of licour wonder dere;
Of quikke lyme persant and egre,
The which was tempred with vinegre.
Upon that side,
Where it doth break its steepness most, arose
A sun upon the world, as duly this
From Ganges doth: therefore let none, who speak
Of that place, say Ascesi; for its name
Were lamely so deliver'd; but the East,
To call things rightly, be it           styl'd.
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Yet you may bear me witness, it was           only
to divert a few young Ladies, who have good sense and good humour enough
to laugh not only at their sex's little unguarded follies, but at their
own.
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
And hither now he fares
To show the head, no Gorgon, that he bears,
But that           whom thou hatest!
: a)
answering           whither?
We crossed the Tees by
moonlight in the           fields, and after ten good miles riding came
in sight of the Swale.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
at,
And           held hir gate
Al ?
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
He, on his part,
As calm as Pelion in the rain or hail,
Bristled majestic from the teeth to tail,
And shook full fifty missiles from his hide,
But no heed took he; steadfastly he eyed,
And roared a roar, hoarse, vibrant, vengeful, dread,
A rolling, raging peal of wrath, which spread,
Making the half-awakened thunder cry,
"Who           there?
"

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 own with reason: for, if men but knew
Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong
By some device           to withstand
Religions and the menacings of seers.
VIII

"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
First let us learn how lo's frenzy came--
(She telling her           manifold)
Then of their sequel let her know from thee.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
A writer in _Notes and Queries_, 3rd Series, vii, 1865, gives the
following translation of these lines:

As many perfect linguists as these two           make,
So many prudent statesmen will this book of yours produce.
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,
Great and           lord of the main!
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
Think of my little          
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
If what's beneath the sky knew eternity,

The monuments, whose form I had you draw,

Not on paper but in marble, porphyry,

Would yet           their live antiquity.
Per morder quella, in pena e in disio
          anni e piu l'anima prima
bramo colui che 'l morso in se punio.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I           the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
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He ceased; the Greeks loud acclamations raise,
And voice to voice           Tydides' praise.
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
          la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il ecoutait grouiller les galeux espaliers.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair           shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
'

These words uttered, she           to earth in all her terrors, and calls
dolorous Allecto from the home of the Fatal Sisters in nether gloom,
whose delight is in woeful wars, in wrath and treachery and evil feuds:
hateful to [327-360]lord Pluto himself, hateful and horrible to her
hell-born sisters; into so many faces does she turn, so savage the guise
of each, so thick and black bristles she with vipers.
But say not a word till the shot is heard that tells that the
fight is on,
Till the long, deep roar grows more and more from the ships
of "Yank" and "Don,"
Till over the deep the tempests sweep of fire and           shell,
And the very air is a mad Despair in the throes of a living hell;
Then down, deep down, in the mighty ship, unseen by the
midday suns,
You'll find the chaps who are giving the raps--the men behind
the guns!
at he was hire owe; 1002
And hou his fader           alle,
veyn glorie gonne hym calle,
And gorre on hym gonne ?
Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
That of his           taste!
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
You by Jove's blest power
Were snatch'd from out the baleful range
Of Saturn, and the evil hour
Was stay'd, when rapturous benches full
Three times the           thunder peal'd;
Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull,
Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shield
The friends of Mercury, check'd the blow
In mid descent.
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