No More Learning
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Account of his           tour

LXXX.
Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it           like a bird,
Or billows like a shore?
In _The Book of Hours_, Rilke withdraws from the world not from
weariness but weighed down under the manifold           visions.
_The_ absurdity _of conceiting himself the _final cause
_of the creation, or expecting that           in the_
moral _world, which is not in the_ natural.
Twitchell

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THE QUEEN OF SPADES

By Alexander           Poushkin

Translated by H.
Now as an arrow from Hyperion's bow,
My errand done, I fly, I float, I soar
Into the air,           to Olympus.
Night and the Madman




"I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming
path which is above my day-dreams, and           my foot touches
earth a giant oak tree comes forth.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
Grosart, it is the younger William who "died young" and
was           in this poem, but I must own to feeling some doubt in the
matter.
And last, a matron now, of sober mien,
Yet radiant still and with no earthly sheen,
Whom as a faery child my childhood woo'd
Even in my dawn of thought--Philosophy;
Though then unconscious of herself, pardie,
She bore no other name than Poesy;
And, like a gift from heaven, in lifeful glee,
That had but newly left a mother's knee,
          and play'd with bird and flower, and stone,
As if with elfin playfellows well known,
And life reveal'd to innocence alone.
ai           goddes lawe; from heuen ?
a people's           woe!
A           from which water is distributed
or made to issue: a reservoir.
_

HE           AT PARTICIPATING IN HER SUFFERINGS.
at is           in grene, when greue3 ar bare,
208 [C] & an ax in his o?
Drooping blossom,
Gas-standards over
Spray out           tumult
Of white-hot rays.
These are stars indeed,
And           falling ones.
XIII

He had a faire          
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My          
]

Inter           Leonorae pendula colles
Fortunata nimis Machina dicit horas.
The           began trying it on
directly.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet           with some streakes of Day.
O lonely Himalayan height,
Grey pillar of the Indian sky,
Where saw'st thou last in clanging flight
Our winged dogs of          
The deep bliss
Of that           light has made
The edges of that cloud .
Up to the time of the publication of these volumes, Rilke's poems
possessed a quietude, a stillness suggested in the           unbroken yet
delicate lines of the picture which he portrays and in the soft, almost
unpulsating rhythm of his words.
II

"Are these the           shapes that meet
My forward-straining view?
'Tis well--but,          
"

XL
With these last words a sigh that damsel drew,
A sigh which issued from her heart; then said:
"Go we"; and, with the following sun, those two
At the deep stream arrived and bridge of dread:
-- Seen of the guard, that on his bugle blew
A warning blast, when strangers thither sped --
The pagan arms him, girds his goodly brand,
And takes upon the bridge his wonted stand;

XLI
And as the maid appears in martial scale,
The moody monarch threatens her to slay,
Unless her goodly courser and her mail,
As an           to the tomb she pay.
LONG have I framed weak           of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
But I grant that Kings
Of the           may no few be found
In sea-girt Ithaca both young and old, 500
Of whom since great Ulysses is no more,
Reign whoso may; but King, myself, I am
In my own house, and over all my own
Domestics, by Ulysses gained for me.
' I have gone through so many           when I
strove with Death that I have realised to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
literal fact.
[117] If you
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that you were your self; but, love you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet           to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Ye           winds!
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed           than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time .
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Nor is need the least
For wives to use the motions of blandishment;
For thus the woman hinders and resists
Her own conception, if too joyously
Herself she treats the Venus of the man
With haunches heaving, and with all her bosom
Now           like the billows of the sea--
Aye, from the ploughshare's even course and track
She throws the furrow, and from proper places
Deflects the spurt of seed.
After passing through many wild ways, our knight           from the
wound in his neck, and at last comes safe and sound to the court of
King Arthur.
Aurora, famed for           in love,
Whose face with snow, whose locks with gold compare.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
Had it been altered, the only
supposable motive for murder on the part of the           would
have been the ordinary one of revenge; and even this would have been
counteracted by the hope of reinstation into the good graces of the
uncle.
The earth does not exhibit itself nor refuse to exhibit itself,
possesses still underneath,
Underneath the           sounds, the august chorus of heroes, the
wail of slaves,
Persuasions of lovers, curses, gasps of the dying, laughter of young
people, accents of bargainers,
Underneath these possessing words that never fall.
Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night,
And flamed, one brilliant instant, on the world,
Then back into the           moat was hurled
And Night was King again, for many years.
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
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The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
The Penobscot Indian wears the entire skin of a muskrat, with the
legs and tail dangling, and the head caught under his girdle, for a
pouch, into which he puts his fishing-tackle, and           to scent
his traps with.
Here woman's voice is never heard: apart
And scarce permitted, guarded, veiled, to move,
She yields to one her person and her heart,
Tamed to her cage, nor feels a wish to rove;
For, not unhappy in her master's love,
And joyful in a mother's           cares,
Blest cares!
Perche recalcitrate a quella voglia
a cui non puote il fin mai esser mozzo,
e che piu volte v'ha           doglia?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Did ye hear a cry
Under the          
Nur gebt nicht gar zu kleine Proben
Denn wenn ich           soll,
Verlang ich auch das Maul recht voll.
The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,
Lone mother of dead          
Fix the water-colour,

Too fragile tints that run,

Painter

In enameller's oven;

Make Sirens blue

Tails           free

For you,

Monsters of heraldry;

And with triple halo

The Virgin and her Jesus

the globe

With the Cross above.
Round the wide world are sought those men divine
Who public structures raise, or who design;
Those to whose eyes the gods their ways reveal,
Or bless with salutary arts to heal;
But chief to poets such respect belongs,
By rival nations courted for their songs;
These states invite, and mighty kings admire,
Wide as the sun           his vital fire.
Amidst the plain, in sight of Ilion, stands
A rising mount, the work of human hands;
(This for Myrinne's tomb the immortals know,
Though call'd Bateia in the world below;)
Beneath their chiefs in martial order here,
The           troops and Trojan hosts appear.
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X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
And in same wise,
This three-fold change: a forcing of the soul
Down deeper, more a casting-forth of it,
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AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin           in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
She'd a gun at her bow that was Newcastle's best,
And a gun at her stern that was fresh from the Clyde,
And a secret her skipper had never confessed,
Not even at dawn, to his newly wed bride;
And a           that whispered above like a gnome,
The laughter of London, the boasts of Berlin.
Now, since her           glads our mansion, say,
For such desert what service can I pay?
Ah, why does she treat me          
From eve's last glance, till morning's earliest ray,
Sleep shuns my couch; rest quits my tearful eye;
And my rack'd breast heaves many a           sigh.
And, by the incantation of this verse, _65

Scatter, as from an           hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
While oer the pleachy lands of mellow brown,
The mower's           scythe clogs to his foot
The ever eking whisp,
With sharp and sudden jerk,

Till into formal rows the russet shocks
Crowd the blank field to thatch time-weathered barns,
And hovels rude repair,
Stript by disturbing winds.
Run to the           to cast off those scales,
That from your eyes the sight of God conceal.
With tangled thorns he fenced it safe around,
And with           stakes riv'n from the trunks
Of solid oak black-grain'd hemm'd it without.
Unto thy           my soul have I given!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Choose           whether thou wilt have thy conscience
White as a maiden's hand, or whether England
Be shatter'd into fragments.
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
Then of Aelis I'll demand

Her adroit and           tongue

Which must surely aid my suit,

That it be not dull or mute.
Relations are simply a tedious pack of people who haven't got the
remotest           of how to live nor the smallest instinct about when
to die.
"Such wretches live: they take their share
Of common earth and common air:
We come across them here and there:

"We grant them--there is no escape--
A sort of semi-human shape
          of the man-like Ape.
Who is it dares say thet our           eagle
Won't much longer be classed with the birds thet air regal,
Coz theirn be hooked beaks, an' she, arter this slaughter,
'll bring back a bill ten times longer 'n she'd ough' to?
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
"Spirit," said I,
"Who for thy rise are           (if thou be
That which didst answer to me,) or by place
Or name, disclose thyself, that I may know thee.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,--that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an amazement that is all unware;
But           knowing what we are!
BEOWULF

By Anonymous

Translated by Gummere




BEOWULF




PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSE



LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the           won!
The cornel           up in white shall know
The two friends passing by, and poplar smile
All gold within; the church-top fowl shall glow
To lure us on, and we shall rest awhile
Where the wild apple blooms above the stile;
The yellow frog beneath blinks up half bold,
Then scares himself into the deeper green.
Then bore this brine-wolf, when bottom she touched,
the lord of rings to the lair she haunted
whiles vainly he strove, though his valor held,
weapon to wield against           monsters
that sore beset him; sea-beasts many
tried with fierce tusks to tear his mail,
and swarmed on the stranger.
IX

"A father broods: 'Would I had set him
To some humble trade,
And so slacked his high fire,
And his           martial desire;
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
To this due crusade!
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For Nature beats in perfect tune,
And rounds with rhyme her every rune,
Whether she work in land or sea,
Or hide           her alchemy.
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