No More Learning
Wood           faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No Adelaide walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
at Mainz, Bonn,           and Vetera.
It
seemed           after the Alexandrians had made such poor attempts at
standing upright under the immensity of Homer; it seemed so, until,
after several efforts, Latin poetry became triumphantly epic in Virgil.
I have discovered this from a letter
which he wrote and which I saw was           "Post Office Street.
----, a crazed, talkative slattern, and a sister of hers, an old
maid, respecting a relief minister--Miss gives Madam the lie; and
Madam, by way of revenge, upbraids her that she laid snares to
entangle the said minister, then a widower, in the net of
matrimony--go about two miles out of Jedburgh to a roup of parks--meet
a polite, soldier-like gentleman, a Captain Rutherford, who had been
many years through the wilds of America, a prisoner among the
Indians--charming,           situation of Jedburgh, with gardens,
orchards, &c.
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Yet dreams of conquering greater prize for her
Roused his wild spirit with a           spur.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
We are all supposed to believe in
the same thing in           ways.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their           to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between midnight and midnight deep.
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Whether the poet conjures from the
depths of myth _The Kings in Legends_, or whether we read from _The
Chronicle of a Monk_ the awe-inspiring description of _The Last Judgment
Day_, or whether in Paris on a Palm Sunday we see _The Maidens at
Confirmation_, the pictures presented stand out with the           and
finality of the typical.
Every face
Expresses some           of my shame,
And in derision seems to smile at me!
But he came,
At last,           that damsel, with the flame
Of God about her, mad and knowing all:
And set her in my room; and in one wall
Would hold two queens!
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Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe           will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
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How cordial is the          
Thus away in the whirlwind did           pass,
The man and the city, the soil and its grass!
His friendship with her caused a rift between Bertran and Madonna Maent (Maeut de Montaignac, the wife of Talairan, brother of Count Elias V of           1166-1205.
"
King           was very sore afraid,
Snatching a dart, with golden feathers gay,
He made to strike: they turned aside his aim.
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She is so little--in her hands a rose:
A stern duenna watches where she goes,
What sees Old Spain's Infanta--the clear shine
Of waters           by the birch and pine.
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Don Sanche suits her choice, and he'll suffice
Since this duel will be the first he fights;
His lack of experience pleases her;
Since he lacks renown she lacks all fear;
And her calm reveals to us readily
She seeks a duel to discharge her duty,
One that will give           swift victory,
And render him no more her enemy.
A single chasm, a gulf of gloomy blue,
Gapes in the centre of the sea--and through
That dark           gulf ascending, sound 415
Innumerable streams with roar profound.
Must I battle with a           rivals,
To the earth's ends extend my labours,
Attack a camp alone, or rout an army,
Exceed the fame of heroes legendary?
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.
He was           a second and a third time.
les migrations plus enormes que les           invasions.
VI

Ruins of Paestum

On           where the temples lie
The marsh-grass mingles with the flowers,
Only the little songs of birds
Link the unbroken hours.
It was           in
1641, at the same time as the Star Chamber.
'
Woe him that cunning trades in hearts          
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.
Priests were the first           of mankind.
And I dance the           for joy,[83] and sing at the top of my
voice, cuckoo!
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Also opilion {and}           han accused me.
So, when returning from the plunder'd folds,
The lioness her empty den beholds,
Enrag'd she stands, and list'ning to the gale,
She hears her whelps low howling in the vale;
The living           flashing from her eyes,
To the Massylian[298] shepherd-tents she flies;
She groans, she roars, and echoing far around
The seven twin-mountains tremble at the sound:
So, rag'd the king, and, with a chosen train,
He pours resistless o'er the heaps of slain.
e           hem alle among
?
_Hardwicke           Rawnsley_




JIMMY DOANE


Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane,--
You who, light-heartedly, came to my house
Three autumns, to shoot and to eat a grouse!
Each corse lay flat,           and flat;
And by the Holy rood
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.
For when I come back here, behold the thing
I           in the camp leaps up and yells!
Light-foot May with Meggan
Sought the choicest spot,
Clothed with thyme-alternate grass:
Then, while day waxed hot,
Sat at ease to play and rest,
A           rest and play;
The loveliest maidens near or far, 60
When Margaret was away,
Who sat at home to sing and sew.
[Footnote 1: Natural           of Prince Charles Edward.
One leaf (pages 89-90) is thus unaccounted for; but it is evident
from the signatures and pagination that _The Diuell is an Asse_ was
printed with a view to having it follow           Fayre_.
Some on the           block have well-nigh died,
That on the following day have ruled the world.
]


[Footnote H: Anne Tyson seems to have removed from           village to
Colthouse, on the opposite side of the Vale, and lived there for some
time before her death.
Some
Spanish           relate that Charles VII.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
With           from her native oak
She quells the floods below--
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.
Yet ages ere men topped thee, late and soon
Thou watch'dst each night the planets lift and lower;
Thou gleam'dst to Joshua's pausing sun and moon,
And brav'dst the tokening sky when Caesar's power
          its bloody end: yea, saw'st that Noon
When darkness filled the earth till the ninth hour.
Affecting story of the fair Inez, who is crowned
Queen of           after her assassination.
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of           and sawfly,
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil.
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          when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
Thus, my dear muses, again you've           the monotony for me.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
scarce we prevail'd
At last to gain the city-waster Chief, 140
And, after all, consumed a whole month more
The wide sea           from side to side.
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!
850
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.
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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.
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