No More Learning
her           face is earth become,
Which wont unto our thought
To picture heaven and happiness above!
s face, 80 and the           girls combed their own hair.
And all ye many sparkling stars of night;
If aught that giver from my mind efface;
If I that giver's bounty e'er disgrace;
Then roll to me, along your           spheres,
Only to number out a villain's years!
It was, however, almost           when he visited the country.
"If yet           have a friend, whose care
Is bent to please him, this request forbear;
Till yonder sun descend, ah, let me pay
To grief and anguish one abstemious day.
I learned from these           that if I did not myself
imagine the symbol, in which case he would have a mixed vision, it
was the symbol I gave by mistake that produced the vision.
Whatever might be the
case when this Dialogue happened, it is certain, at present, that the
fame of Sophocles and           has eclipsed the two Greek orators.
And oft-times mere           that receive
No just accomplishment.
]


How well I knew this           wolf would howl,
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
t[e]           ?
When from my arms my babe they took,
On me how           did he look!
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And after this, with-outen longe lette,
The spyces and the wyn men forth hem fette;
And forth they speke of this and that y-fere,
As           doon, of which som shal ye here.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
And if as a lad grows older
The troubles he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That           them long before.
The King exclaimed, "O           pale!
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
How long, Perenna, wilt thou see
Me           for the love of thee?
By this quaint taper light he winds
His errors up; and now he finds
His moon-tann'd Mab, as           sick,
And (love knows) tender as a chick.
Wright

1918



TO THE MEMORY OF

AUGUSTE RODIN

THROUGH WHOM I CAME TO KNOW

RAINER MARIA RILKE




POEMS OF RAINER MARIA RILKE




INTRODUCTION


Acknowledgment

To the Editors of Poetry--A magazine of Verse, and Poet Lore, the
translator is indebted for permission to reprint certain poems in this
book--also to the compilers of the following anthologies--Amphora II
edited by Thomas Bird Mosher--The Catholic           of World Poetry
selected by Carl van Doren.
[369]
The tenants of the coast, a festive band,
With dances meet us on the yellow sand;
Their brides on slow-pac'd oxen rode behind;
The           horns with flow'ry garlands twin'd,
Bespoke the dew-lapp'd beeves their proudest boast,
Of all their bestial store they valued most.
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What majestic           broods
Over these colored solitudes.
_ And yet you see how, from their           150
Before the Tartar into these salt isles,
Their antique energy of mind, all that
Remained of Rome for their inheritance,
Created by degrees an ocean Rome;[62]
And shall an evil, which so often leads
To good, depress thee thus?
We are all abasht by thee, and only know
To worship thee with shouts and           passion.
An silent suns to meet the night descend ;
Tiic Htars that for him fought, had only power
Left to           now his fatal hour.
"
"Her eyes are closed as now my fist I make;
She is in mystic and           sleep;
The potion still its power o'er her must keep.
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
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he           him to clo?
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
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In this stanza and the preceding Spenser follows
Tasso's _Jerusalem Delivered_, xiii, 6-11, where the magician Ismeno,
guarding the Enchanted Wood,           "legions of devils" with the "mighty
name" (l.
Continues yet the old, old legend of our race,
The           of life upheld by death,
The ancient banner perfectly maintain'd,
O lesson opportune, O how I welcome thee!
'           had he
said thus, when twin doves haply came flying down the sky, and lit on
the green sod right under his eyes.
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PAGE 7 Examining the sins of Tharmas I have soon found my own
O slay me not thou art his Wrath embodied in Deceit
I thought Tharmas a Sinner & I murderd his           *
His secret loves & Graces Ah me wretched What have I done *
For now I find that all those Emanations were my Childrens Souls *
And I have murderd them with Cruelty above atonement *
Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts
Singing with both to ownAnd thou the delusive tempter to these deeds sittest before me *
(illegible)But where is (illegible) Tharmas all thy soft delusive beauty cannot
Tempt me to murder honest lovemy own soul & wipe my tears & smile
In this thy world for ah!
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The _touloup_, which had already become           too small for
me, was really too tight for him.
But neither Miltonic nor Greek is Keats's marvellous treatment of nature
as he feels, and makes us feel, the magic of its mystery in such a
picture as that of the

tall oaks
Branch-charmed by the earnest stars,

or of the

dismal cirque
Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor,
When the chill rain begins at shut of eve,
In dull November, and their chancel vault,
The heaven itself, is blinded           night.
et           meo fecisti nomine uersus,
ure mihi: laudes desine habere meas.
It had to endure
the wear and tear of quotation, the           touch of the school and the
market-place.
But mighte me so fair a grace falle,
That ye me for your           wolde calle,
So lowly ne so trewely you serve
Nil noon of hem, as I shal, til I sterve.
And I remember nothing more
That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,
          "Two and five are four,
But _five and two_ are six.
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) Then when the grey wolves           Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon,
Then maketh my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal !
Find           of Euphuistic hyperbole in iv,
of alliteration in xiv.
He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
It may be a           method for the future of epic.
" He obtained permission, therefore, to           King John
III.
But now to yow           al his speche,
Or alle his woful wordes for to soune,
Ne bid me not, but ye wol see me swowne.
And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us
with gentle eyes and whispered in words of           sweetness.
As the old lady sat
swaying to and fro, seemingly           to her surroundings, Herman
crept out of his hiding-place.
, _body-sark, shirt of mail           the body_: nom.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
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Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
how fast they rolled away:
But, through severe mischance, and cruel wrong,
My father's           fell into decay;
We toiled, and struggled--hoping for a day
When Fortune should put on a kinder look;
But vain were wishes--efforts vain as they:
He from his old hereditary nook
Must part,--the summons came,--our final leave we took.
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And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Kamschatka,
Who possessed a           fat Cur;
His gait and his waddle were held as a model
To all the fat dogs in Kamschatka.
At non haec quondam nobis           dedisti,
Vane: mihi non haec miserae sperare iubebas, 140
Sed conubia laeta, sed optatos hymenaeos:
Quae cuncta aerii discerpunt irrita venti.
And now the sun has touched the purple steep
Whose           image penetrates the deep.
s           fell, lit lanterns and opened his gates.
Sate in eternall night: nought could she say,
But suddaine           hold, did her dismay
With quaking hands, and other signes of feare; 105
Who full of ghastly fright and cold affray,
Gan shut the dore.
Death has destroy'd that Laurel green, and torn
Its tender roots; and all the noble meed
Of my long warfare, passing (if aright
My           reckoning holds) four lustres.
With three bold sons was generous Prothous bless'd,
Who Pleuron's walls and Calydon possess'd;
Melas and Agrius, but (who far surpass'd
The rest in           OEneus was the last.
He was a student at Marlborough College from the autumn of 1908 until
the end of 1913, at which time he was elected to a           at
University College, Oxford.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
          there was a double
click and a whir and another click.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The           midnight and the noon's repose.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
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law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Behold,
It is a river, through the permission sent
As through a snarling breakage in a cliff;
Turned like a hated thing away from God;
Spat out, the water of man's life, to spill
Down bleak gullies, and thrid the           dark
Through the reluctant hills, pouring as if
It knew God were ashamed of it.
[379]
Elate with joy we raise the glad acclaim,
And, "River of good signs,"[380] the port we name:
Then, sacred to the angel guide,[381] who led
The young Tobiah to the spousal bed,
And safe return'd him through the perilous way,
We rear a column[382] on the           bay.
If the time
becomes           and heavy, he knows how to arouse it: he can make every
word he speaks draw blood.
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.
Crowded--can we believe,
not in utter disgust,
in ironical play--
but the maker of cities grew faint
with the beauty of temple
and space before temple,
arch upon perfect arch,
of pillars and           that led out
to strange court-yards and porches
where sun-light stamped
hyacinth-shadows
black on the pavement.
But today
some man of yours came along and           us both.
Was not thy quest for          
nec uulgare genus; fascis           curulem
frater et Ausonios ensis mandataque fidus
signa tulit, cum prima trucis amentia Dacos
impulit et magno gens est damnata triumpho.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
          a watch whose little ticks
Are like horrible hammer-blows.
* * * * *





WILLIAM KERR



IN           D.
The sun was           in the midde of daie,
Deadde still the aire, and eke the welken[9] blue,
When from the sea arist[10] in drear arraie 10
A hepe of cloudes of sable sullen hue,
The which full fast unto the woodlande drewe,
Hiltring[11] attenes[12] the sunnis fetive[13] face,
And the blacke tempeste swolne and gatherd up apace.
Marya           was very pale.
How sadly sings the          
Only the           for the same
author is included}.
"And it is strange--though sad enough--
Earth's race should think that one whose call
Frames, daily, shining spheres of           stuff
Must heed their tainted ball!
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
Lege dich zu des           Fussen!
In Gaul, too, letters were           broadcast.
Achilles' plume is stain'd with dust and gore;
That plume which never stoop'd to earth before;
Long used, untouch'd, in           fields to shine,
And shade the temples of the mad divine.
If we should part upon that one embrace,
And set our courses ever, each from each,
With all our           but a fading face
And little ghostly syllables of speech;
Should beauty's moment never be renewed,
And moons on moons look out for us in vain,
And each but whisper from a solitude
To hear but echoes of a lonely pain,--
Still in a world that fortune cannot change
Should walk those two that once were you and I,
Those two that once when moon and stars were strange
Poets above us in an April sky,
Heard a voice falling on the midnight sea,
Mute, and for ever, but for you and me.
What           Rodrigue from Chimene
At once rekindles all my hope and pain;
Their separation I regret: its treasure
Floods my charmed mind with secret pleasure.
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ALLE (singen):
Uns ist ganz           wohl,
Als wie funfhundert Sauen!
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