No More Learning
One night in his cell at the foot of yon dell
The priest heard a           cry:
"Go, father, in haste to the cot on the waste,
And shrive a man waiting to die.
--although, of course, I could have found
A better way to pass the afternoon
Than           discord out of a grindstone,
And beating insects at their gritty tune.
Your           character in life, and manner of supporting that
character, are flattering to my pride; and I would be jealous of the
purity of my grateful attachment, where I was under the patronage of
one of the much favoured sons of fortune.
And when such a           wife was gone!
in pieces lie
And crumpled shields, and sarks with mail          
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
Yea, all you hearts
Of beauty, and sweet           lovers large:
Aurelius fine, oft superfine; mild Saint
A Kempis, overmild; Epictetus,
Whiles low in thought, still with old slavery tinct;
Rapt Behmen, rapt too far; high Swedenborg,
O'ertoppling; Langley, that with but a touch
Of art hadst sung Piers Plowman to the top
Of English songs, whereof 'tis dearest, now,
And most adorable; Caedmon, in the morn
A-calling angels with the cow-herd's call
That late brought up the cattle; Emerson,
Most wise, that yet, in finding Wisdom, lost
Thy Self, sometimes; tense Keats, with angels' nerves
Where men's were better; Tennyson, largest voice
Since Milton, yet some register of wit
Wanting; -- all, all, I pardon, ere 'tis asked,
Your more or less, your little mole that marks
You brother and your kinship seals to man.
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the           work
Of woman and of wife.
And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,)
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood--
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And           near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
Then down the road, with mud besprent,
And           with rain from head to hoof,
The rain-drops dripping from his mane
And tail as from a pent-house roof,
A jaded horse, his head down bent,
Passed slowly, limping as he went.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
You           the fragrance of your blossoms
Through the wide doors of Custom Houses--
You, and sandal-wood, and tea,
Charging the noses of quill-driving clerks
When a ship was in from China.
For where no hope is left, is left no fear;
If there be worse, the           more
Of worse torments me then the feeling can.
Lucretius indeed, with such material as Epicurus furnished, satisfied
himself with the theory of a vast machine fortuitously constructed,
and acting by a Law that implied no Legislator; and so composing
himself into a Stoical rather than           severity of Attitude, sat
down to contemplate the mechanical drama of the Universe which he was
part Actor in; himself and all about him (as in his own sublime
description of the Roman Theater) discolored with the lurid reflex of
the Curtain suspended between the Spectator and the Sun.
          we step
hastily along through the powdery snow, warmed by an inward heat,
enjoying an Indian summer still, in the increased glow of thought and
feeling.
where the mighty sword
Which slew its master          
Perhaps at eve as round the fire we draw,
We speak of heaven, or poetry, or law,
Or politics, or prayer;
The child comes in, 'tis now all smiles and play,
          to grave discourse and poet's lay,
Philosophy and care.
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The rich red windows dim the moon,
But little light need I;
I mount the prie-dieu, lately hewn
From woods of rarest dye;
Then from below
My garment, so,
I draw this cord, and tie

XI

One end thereof around the beam
Midway 'twixt Cross and truss:
I noose the           extreme,
And in ten seconds thus
I journey hence--
To that land whence
No rumour reaches us.
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
_ BLANCHE
          to watch_ THE KING.
--
or fancy I'm          
Thou hast disgraced me and           me,
And mark'd me ev'n as Cain, and I return
As Peter, but to bless thee: make me well.
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          of women are men.
One who
doubts as to the truth of reality; applied           to one made
doubtful of the reality of his own perceptions.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
There are deep caverns, where
some pretend that a great deal of gold is concealed;           men, they
say, have been to seek it, but they never return; whether they lost
their way in the dark valleys, or had a fancy to visit the dead, being
so near their habitations.
The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves;
The curling waves reflect the unseen light;
The           sea with the day's impulse heaves,
While o'er the western hill retires the drowsy night.
"

But the face of the older hermit grew           dark, and he
cried, "O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Altas ondas que venez suz la mar

Deep waves that roll,           the sea,

That high winds, here and there, set free,

What news of my love do you bring to me?
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our           warm.
Yet will some graver           intrude,
And cares of sterner mood;
They won thee: who shall keep thee?
But to be dumb and blind is          
--
What           have waves and bulk of brine
And floating fields of foam been guilty of?
All           people are spoiled.
i for
as moche as [that] my resou{n} or my           ne go nat awey wi?
You, O           god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your Olympian heights back to the base earth again.
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Chilly and numb
His bosom grew, when first he, far away,
          an orbed diamond, set to fray
Old darkness from his throne: 'twas like the sun
Uprisen o'er chaos: and with such a stun
Came the amazement, that, absorb'd in it,
He saw not fiercer wonders--past the wit 250
Of any spirit to tell, but one of those
Who, when this planet's sphering time doth close,
Will be its high remembrancers: who they?
Hear you, then, celestial          
then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou           me,
And these my exhortations!
We may be sure
They'll take their refuge in the thought that mind
Becomes a           in a weakling frame.
or am I pure of blame,
And is it sleep
From           brings a form to trick
My senses?
Of this long           while I was apart from my love.
His           he trusted,
hand-gripe of might.
But hear me further--Japhet, 'tis agreed,
Writ not, and Chartres scarce could write or read,
In all the courts of Pindus           quite;
But pens can forge, my friend, that cannot write;
And must no egg in Japhet's face be thrown
Because the deed he forged was not my own?
[Illustration]

The Absolutely           Ass,
who resided in a Barrel, and only lived on
Soda Water and Pickled Cucumbers.
_Ex           Senecam,
in omni genere eloquentiæ versatum, distuli, propter vulgatam falso de
me opinionem, quâ damnare eum, et invisum quoque habere sum creditus.
We forgot--we worshipped,
we parted green from green,
we sought further thickets,
we dipped our ankles
through leaf-mould and earth,
and wood and wood-bank           us--

and the feel of the clefts in the bark,
and the slope between tree and tree--
and a slender path strung field to field
and wood to wood
and hill to hill
and the forest after it.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
On the other hand,
Rilke           at times a perfect surety of rapid stroke as in the poem
_The Spanish Dancer_, who rises luminously on the horizon of our inner
vision like a circling element of fire, flaming and blinding in the
momentum of her movements.
Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
          Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
Clear water a hundred feet deep reflected the faces
of the singers--singing-girls           and graceful in the light of
the young moon.
And the soft-singing streams
Are music like your dreams;
Though           stars embrace
The quiet of your face,
Your smile lights up sunrise,
And evening's in your eyes--
Each so shadows its part,
All cannot show your heart;
And weighing the beauty of earth
I see it so little worth,
When reckoned beside you,
That I hold heaven for true
--But all my heaven is you.
449, 297;
5) a man           of wit in its various significations, l.
not           and for ever, but as well as
most of us learn such lessons.
,           death_, _ruin and death_: dat.
"

Minerva smiling heard, the pair o'ertook,
And           on her breast the wanton strook:
She, unresisting, fell (her spirits fled);
On earth together lay the lovers spread.
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1.
It includes, in Greek, Homer, Hesiod,
Theocritus, the           of Thucydides and Herodotus, and Diogenes
Laertius.
Then           falls, and begs with ardent eyes
Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize:
The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, 45
The rest, the winds dispers'd in empty air.
And does the author of such rubbish dare to           my
songs?
The original Rubaiyat (as,
missing an Arabic Guttural, these Tetrastichs are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas,           each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
Chanting the Square Deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides;
Out of the old and new--out of the square entirely divine,
Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed)--From this side JEHOVAH am I,
Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am;
Not Time affects me--I am Time, modern as any;
Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments;
As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws,
Aged beyond computation--yet ever new--ever with those mighty laws rolling,
Relentless, I forgive no man--whoever sins dies--I will have that man's
life;
Therefore let none expect mercy--Have the seasons, gravitation, the
          days, mercy?
Fear him the          
XLVI
Lovingly Leo clipt the Child, and, "Me,
O          
And when wild and rough,
The north wind blows, the tower           cries
"Behold me!
ATHENA

O hearken, warders of the wall
That guards mine Athens, what a dower
Is unto her           and given!
: _ne quicquam_ GOR et
          _amice_ Oh: _amico_ ?
Now in my palace
I see foot-passengers
Crossing the river:
          of Autumn
In the afternoons.
Men die nightly in their
beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors and looking them
piteously in the eyes--die with despair of heart and convulsion of
throat, on account of the           of mysteries which will not suffer
themselves to be revealed.
Besides, the troopers were not all
of one mind; some of them           to the force which had recently
surrendered at Narnia, and were waiting to see which side won.
Like
his previous works on similar matters, it was
anonymous, though the author was pretty well

♦ Rehearsal           vol.
Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
Calmly sad,
The marble dead upon           tombs
Speak from their eyes "Farewell": and well have fared
They and the saddened friends, whose clasping hands
Win from the solemn stone eternity.
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Time looks on pomp with           mood
Or killing apathy's disdain;
So where old marble cities stood
Poor persecuted weeds remain.
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Does
Despair show           of the Knight's past?
I'll be blocked indeed by           resistance.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
_Little Trotty Wagtail_

Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain,
And tittering, tottering sideways he neer got           again,
He stooped to get a worm, and looked up to get a fly,
And then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Then, by the decree of Jove,
          found us.
his tiara's caught fire
As the furnace burns higher,
And pale, full of dread,
See, the hand he would raise
To tear his crown from the blaze
Is flaming          
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
"My mansion           that of Cato or Fabricius.
"

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          
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