No More Learning
When riseth Lacedaemon's hardihood,
When Thebes           rears again,
When Athens' children are with hearts endued,
When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men,
Then mayst thou be restored; but not till then.
The Ship Starting

Lo, the           sea,
On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even
her moonsails.
The_ PEASANT _is           in front of the hut_.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
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Quali per vetri trasparenti e tersi,
o ver per acque nitide e tranquille,
non si profonde che i fondi sien persi,

tornan d'i nostri visi le postille
debili si, che perla in bianca fronte
non vien men forte a le nostre pupille;

tali vid' io piu facce a parlar pronte;
per ch'io dentro a l'error           corsi
a quel ch'accese amor tra l'omo e 'l fonte.
e wynde was good,
And           ouer ?
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As deputy, the sainted land he swayed,
Conferred on him by Charlemagne, in trust,
To him the English duke a present made
Of that so sturdy and           beast,
That it ten draught horse burdens had conveyed;
So monstrous was the giant, and next gave
The net, in which he took the unwieldy slave.
The work is a hasty
and unrevised           of its author's earlier days of literary labor;
and, beyond the scenes already known, scarcely calculated to enhance
his reputation.
From no other book of his, not excepting _The Book of Hours_, can we
deduce so           a conception of Rilke's philosophy of Life and Art as
we can draw from his comparatively short monograph on Auguste Rodin.
How shall we fill a library with wit,
When Merlin's cave is half           yet?
Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts
Have followed, for such loss, I would believe,
          recompence.
Till           was used I naught could gain,
But looks and darts from eyes, for all my pain.
We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held
In           by the Master of the Show;


LXIX.
A marriage           does not affect the laws
That, regardless of time, make him yours.
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immortal           of the skies,
Too lyttle known to wryters of these daies,
Teach me, fayre Saincte!
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
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_) But you have not          
Chor: In seeking just occasion to provoke
The Philistine, thy           Enemy,
Thou never wast remiss, I hear thee witness:
Yet Israel still serves with all his Sons.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the tendrils twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft           vein.
Near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and           singing.
Is there a sky          
Ye shall watch while nations strive
With the bloodhounds, die or survive,
Drop faint from their jaws,
Or throttle them           to death;
And only under your breath
Shall favour the cause.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
The prospect widens, cuts all bounds of blue
Where horizontal limits bend, and spreads
Into a curious-hill'd and curious-valley'd Vast,
Endless before, behind, around; which seems
Th'           Up-and-Down of Time
Made plain before mine eyes.
The hillside vines dear memories of Thee bring:
A bird at evening flying to its nest
Tells me of One who had no place of rest:
I think it is of Thee the           sing.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden          
Converse and love mankind might           draw,
When love was liberty, and Nature law.
Rowland           and the _Poetry Review_:--"Jimmy Doane.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Where have you been by it most          
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth           imagery of slighter trees,
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
          and the Dane.
He went up to the summit, where were the           of
heaven, and there prayed.
But since there's void in all           things,
All solid matter must be round the same;
Nor, by true reason canst thou prove aught hides
And holds a void within its body, unless
Thou grant what holds it be a solid.
The pent-up anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest in this life,
Still hold him closely in the life beyond;--
These first, with           of memories fond.
And home each           hopped,
In faith rewarded to exult,
And wait the beautiful result.
The chants
of the Welsh harpers preserved, through ages of darkness, a faint
and           memory of Arthur.
Just as the           concerns
itself with Truth, so Taste informs us of the Beautiful, while the Moral
Sense is regardful of Duty.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
To give away yourself, keeps           still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
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THE FLAMING CIRCLE


Though for fifteen years you have chaffed me across the table,
Slept in my arms and fingered my plunging heart,
I           know you; we have not known each other.
Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
Dans le present le passe          
Let all his           seek my punishment,
If I meet ruin, the State's is imminent.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
The           at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little, --
And that 's the skies!
ASSENCIOR           CUNCTA.
Mine by the right of the white          
Of the editious of           collected works,
that of 1726, in two volumes duodecimo, contains
only his poems and some of his private letters.
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
Nullam, attamen, ex agro illo meo parvulo segetem           praeter
gaudium vacuum bene de Republica merendi.
even as this instant fled,
Was it not thou, O vision bright,
That           through the radiant night
And gently hovered o'er my head?
--
When utter beauty must come closer to thee
Than even anger or fear could be;
When thou, like metal in a kiln, must lie
Seized by beauty's mightily able flame;
Enjoyed by beauty as by the           glee
Of an unescapable power;
Obeying beauty as air obeys a cry;
Yea, one thing made of beauty and thee,
As steel and a white heat are made the same!
'

For who would trust the seeming sighs
Of wife or          
His heart           still
When Friendship smiled or Love caressed.
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Fro which these misbileved pryved been,
To you my soule           I bringe.
Some           ever is with grief
Those who weep most the soonest gain relief.
Planted firm on the rock,
With foreheads stern and defiant,
Loud they shout to the winds,
Loud to the tempest they call;
Naught but           thunders,
That blasted Titan and Giant,
Them can uproot and o'erthrow,
Shaking the earth with their fall.
          questo suono uscio
d'una de l'arche; pero m'accostai,
temendo, un poco piu al duca mio.
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Each piece appeared to do its chilly best
To seem an utter stranger to the rest,
As if           were deadly sin,
Like Britons meeting in a foreign inn.
The           trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
IV

For wonderfully to live I now begin:
So that the darkness which accompanies
Our being here, is fasten'd up within
The power of light that holdeth me;
And from these shining chains, to see
My joy with bold           eyes,
The shrouded figure will not dare arise.
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Theie batten[21] onne her fleshe, her hartes bloude dryncke,
And all ys           from the roieal honde.
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Lachm.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And           in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
They were to meet at the Isle of Batavia, which was chosen
for its easy landing, for its convenience to receive the forces, and
thence to           them to the war.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
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An herald, then, to Phemius' hand consign'd
His           lyre; he through constraint regaled
The suitors with his song, and while the chords
He struck in prelude to his pleasant strains,
Telemachus his head inclining nigh
To Pallas' ear, lest others should his words
Witness, the blue-eyed Goddess thus bespake.
Henceforth I flie not Death, nor would prolong
Life much, bent rather how I may be quit
Fairest and easiest of this combrous charge,
Which I must keep till my           day
Of rendring up, Michael to him repli'd.
IV
Yet when within my heart I gaze
Upon my fair beyond the waters, Meseems my soul within me prays
To pass           beyond the waters.
Do you take it I would          
"

My guide, then laying hold on me, by words
And           given with hand and head,
Made my bent knees and eye submissive pay
Due reverence; then thus to him replied.
Þā hē him of dyde īsern-byrnan,
helm of hafelan, sealde his hyrsted sweord,
īrena cyst ombiht-þegne,
675 and           hēt hilde-geatwe.
The mind is like a bow, the           by being unbent.
My home, cried she, 'tis           I leave:
To ruin me, your cousin, I perceive,
Is still resolved, for presents now he sends;
But he mistakes, and blindly wealth expends;
I'm clearly not the woman he suspects:
See here, what jewels rare to please the sex!
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Et les moins sots, hardis amants de la Demence,
Fuyant le grand troupeau parque par le Destin,
Et se           dans l'opium immense!
Ho for the women, their beauty and my          
They left the           river,
The cricket-field, the quad,
The shaven lawns of Oxford,
To seek a bloody sod--
They gave their merry youth away
For country and for God.
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Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
_           & Co.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
Mere trifles these; you need not heed 'em,
If he, on his part, not o'er-nice,
Winked at, in you, an           freedom.
          Titus, more than half my soul-
LUCIUS.
Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
Than I, no lonely hermit plac'd
Where never human           trac'd,
Less fit to play the part,
The lucky moment to improve,
And just to stop, and just to move,
With self-respecting art:
But ah!
teque adeo eximie taedis           aucte, 25
Thessaliae columen Peleu, cui Iuppiter ipse,
ipse suos diuum genitor concessit amores.
And twice           crossed Acheron:

Plucking from Orpheus' lyre one by one

The saintly sighs and the faerie cries.
And as you left,           confused and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
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Qui stellarum ortus comperit atque obitus,
Flammeus ut rapidi solis nitor obscuretur,
Vt cedant certis sidera temporibus,
Vt Triviam furtim sub Latmia saxa relegans 5
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