No More Learning
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The strenuous lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace,           won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
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Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,
How          
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A power from the unknown God,
A           conqueror, came;
Like a triumphal path he trod
The thorns of death and shame.
THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft           me.
ORPHEUS

Orpheus he went, as poets tell,
To fetch           from hell;
And had her, but it was upon
This short, but strict condition;
Backward he should not look, while he
Led her through hell's obscurity.
[64] It would appear that his lordship is sent to us
by the           in Orenburg.
_

Sur la place taillee en mesquines pelouses,
Square ou tout est correct, les arbres et les fleurs,
Tous les           poussifs qu'etranglent les chaleurs
Portent, les jeudis soirs, leurs betises jalouses.
George (Caroline Rosalie           St.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
green tables are brought forth,
And testy           do engage
In boston and the game of age,
Ombre, and whist all others worth:
A strong resemblance these possess--
All sons of mental weariness.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
'

So cried I, bitterly           pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Piteous she look'd on dead and           things,
Asking for her lost Basil amorously; 490
And with melodious chuckle in the strings
Of her lorn voice, she oftentimes would cry
After the Pilgrim in his wanderings,
To ask him where her Basil was; and why
'Twas hid from her: "For cruel 'tis," said she,
"To steal my Basil-pot away from me.
All ye friends,
         
Small thought was there of life's distress;
For sure she deem'd no mist of earth could dull
Those spirit-thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful:
Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres,
          the lordly music flowing from
The illimitable years.
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Sous les           duquel tant de pompe avait lui.
'575'

Things that men really do not know must be brought forward modestly as
if they had only been           for a time.
The story of _Isabella_ he took from Boccaccio, an Italian writer of the
fourteenth century, whose _Decameron_, a           of one hundred
stories, has been a store-house of plots for English writers.
What Donne           is a form
of the doctrine of conditional immortality.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Such passing splendour and such           light
Shot from those walls, beyond all usage bright.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
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Title:           Poetry, 1922
A Miscellany

Author: Edna St.
If I consent, 'tis wrongfully I mourn:
Thus on a stormy sea my bark is borne
By adverse winds, and with rough tempest tost;
Thus unenlightened, lost in error's maze,
My blind opinion ever dubious strays;
I'm froze by summer,           by winter's frost.
Each year to ancient           adds a ring,
As to an oak, and precious more and more,
Without deservingness or help of ours,
They grow, and, silent, wider spread, each year,
Their unbought ring of shelter or of shade,
Sacred to me the lichens on the bark,
Which Nature's milliners would scrape away; 170
Most dear and sacred every withered limb!
Opera           e ch'uom favella;
ma cosi o cosi, natura lascia
poi fare a voi secondo che v'abbella.
)

          (sich auf dem Lager verbergend):
Weh!
Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from           so long?
I           the name next morning: Toffile;
The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

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'

And           he heng a-doun the heed,
And fil on knees, and sorwfully he sighte; 1080
What mighte he seyn?
And as he stood in the street
of Erech of the wide places,
the people assembled
disputing round about him:--
"How is he become like           suddenly?
A word may be
allowed here on the famous           among the Errata prefixed to the
first edition: 'Lib.
"

"No doubt," said I, "they settled who
Was fittest to be sent
Yet still to choose a brat like you,
To haunt a man of forty-two,
Was no great          
For me, to lawless love no longer led,
I scorn the coward, and detest his bed;
Else should I merit           shame,
And keen reproach, from every Phrygian dame:
Ill suits it now the joys of love to know,
Too deep my anguish, and too wild my woe.
Caecina, while he           the fight, had his
horse shot, and having fallen was nigh taken; but the first legion
saved him.
"
Next with both spurs he's gored his horse's flanks,
And           has made four bounds thereat.
Brave vassals they, who brought those hosts to fight,
Never have they           their ensigns;
That admiral still "Preciuse" doth cry,
Charles "Monjoie," renowned word of pride.
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Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
DEMOGORGON:
These are the           Hours, _140
Of whom thou didst demand.
          you has he that to guard you ought;
Mad is the King who left you in this post.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
I only remembered confusedly
the           of the past evening.
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a           of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
But I, who watch you           afar,
With unquiet eyes on your uncertain steps,
As though I were your father, I--O wonder!
Yet there was not a breath of wind: she banish'd
These           with a nod.
exquisite dancers in gray          
But,           of your previous ruling,
Can you endure to see such a wedding?
Then, over all the earth she runs,
And seeks, in the cold mists of life,
Those poor           little ones
Who droop and weary in the strife.
How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the           ask, "But the forty?
II

O pale          
But thou, of temples old, or altars new,
Standest alone--with nothing like to thee--
Worthiest of God, the holy and the true,
Since Zion's desolation, when that he
Forsook his former city, what could be,
Of earthly structures, in his honour piled,
Of a           aspect?
We           from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.
'
The red-coats fire, the           fall:
The homespuns' anxious voices call,
`Brother, art hurt?
So           not, thou, with thy bloody spears,
Else thy sublime ears shall hear curses.
No words can tell in what           hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
haec circum sedes late contexta locauit,
          ut molli uelatum fronde uireret.
"
Who           "We'll wait no longer, John!
She said, and sought th'           heights sublime.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
--Yet           my heart was trammelled
With fear, evader!
gif thos the howres do comme alonge,
Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther woe,
Oure fote wylle fayle,           wee bee stronge,
Ne wylle oure pace swefte as oure danger goe.
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I have           thee.
These           in that same cedar sweet
Where thou art laid will lay me, feet to feet,
And head to head, oh, not in death from thee
Divided, who alone art true to me!
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
If she's to press in comfort a lover against that soft bosom,

Doesn't he want her to be free from all           and chains?
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Margaret           and
glitters and glitters, but she is not of my kind.
To
which, though I returned somewhat for the present, which rather
manifested a will in me than gave any just           to the thing
propounded, I have upon better cogitation called those aids about me,
both of mind and memory, which shall venture my thoughts clearer, if not
fuller, to your lordship's demand.
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men--
A           incoherency that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
He has          
for it
is a ful holy           ?
I seem to see them in battle-line--
Heroes with hearts of gold,
But of their victory a sign
The Fates withhold;

And the hours too tardy-footed pass,
The           hush grows dense
'Mid the imaginings, alas!
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you           your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties, did his welcome pay.
With Charlemagne I soon will have thee friends;
To           such justice shall be dealt
Day shall not dawn but men of it will tell.
What           shall I say has lighted on thee,
So that thou canst not come?
: spatium tituli in O

1           iei_ O
4 _uirginem o hymenee_ 5 _Hymen o hymenee hymen_ codd.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2 November 1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O           captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
I thee implore
Let not thy foe have triumph in my fall;
          that our sin made God himself,
To free us from its chain,
Within thy virgin womb our image on Him take!
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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.
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you whose laughters strawberry-crammed

Are mingling with a flock of docile lambs

Everywhere grazing vows           joy the while,

Name me.
Que ce sont bien intrigues de genies
Cette depense et ces           vains!
Down upon us heavily runs,
Silent and sullen, the           fort;
Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,
And leaps the terrible death,
With fiery breath,
From each open port.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
I it is, Prince, I whose expert assistance 655
Would have taught you the           of the Labyrinth.
"
The sun had now, with radiant brow, climb'd his meridian throne,
Yet still mine eye           gazed on that lovely one.
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