No More Learning
) whose famous poem "Li Sao," or "Falling into Trouble," has also
been           by Legge.
A           LAD

By A.
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Upon the           did they feed;
They throve, and we at home did thrive.
Good news is brought often from all quarters, 8 His Majesty has no choice but to           reward them.
Above, how high,           life may go!
but rough Caucasus bore thee on his iron crags, and           tigresses
gave thee suck.
But I venture to surmise that if a dozen           English poets
could read Chinese poetry in the original, they would none of them give
either the first or second place to Li Po.
--
Lo ye, a second sign--these footsteps, look,--
Like to my own, a           print;
And look, another footmark,--this his own,
And that the foot of one who walked with him.
the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do,           elf.
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Think not, when Woman's transient breath is fled
That all her           at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
Mais je poursuis en vain le Dieu qui se retire;
L'irresistible Nuit etablit son empire,
Noire, humide, funeste et pleine de frissons;

Une odeur de tombeau dans les tenebres nage,
Et mon pied peureux froisse, au bord du marecage,
Des crapauds           et de froids limacons.
(Captains enter:           and WALTHER ROZEN.
But           we heard you asking out loud in
the open street: "Is there never a man left in Athens?
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
O'BRIEN
Boston
(To be           by Henry Holt fit Co.
May God grant you an honest man as
a husband, and not a           and convicted traitor.
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The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming           stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
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And could griefe get so high as heav'n, that Quire,
Forgetting this their new joy, would desire 60
(With griefe to see him) hee had staid below,
To           our errours, They foreknow.
You heard the evidence
Produced before us           at the trial
Of Bridget Bishop.
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
Excipiet niveos           virginis artus.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
'_And art thou gone_,           Ghost_?
"

Adam replies:

"These have their course to finish round the Earth,
And they, though           in deep of night,
Shine not in vain.
WHEN round the dorture he began to creep,
The troop           as if dissolved in sleep,
And so they truly were, save our gallant,
Whose terrors made him tremble, sigh, and pant:
No light the king had got; it still was dark;
Agiluf groped about to find the spark,
Persuaded that the culprit might be known,
By rapid beating of the pulse alone.
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Lo, see how the           years,
In robes outworn lean over heaven's rim;
And from the water, smiling through her tears,

Remorse arises, and the sun grows dim;
And in the east, her long shroud trailing light,
List, O my grief, the gentle steps of Night.
syllīc spell rehte (_told a           tale_), 2111; so
intrans.
C'est un cri repete par mille sentinelles,
Un ordre renvoye par mille porte-voix;
C'est un phare allume sur mille citadelles,
Un appel de           perdus dans les grands bois!
Thus Aeacus has 'scaped the Stygian wave,
By grace of poets and their silver tongue,
          to live the happy isles among.
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always gathered there,
          and playing round the hero's feet.
Et ses yeux et sa danse           encore aux eclats precieux, aux
influences froides, au plaisir du decor et de l'heure uniques.
_

HE IS           IN FEAR OF DISPLEASING HER.
          came too, at times, and Gay, the laziest and most
good-natured of poets.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
Very beautiful           of this are the sunset and
sunrise in Book I, when the departure of the sun-god and his return to
earth are so described that the pictures we see are of an evening and
morning sky, an angry sunset, and a grey and misty dawn.
Marya           soon ceased being shy, and we became better
acquainted.
After such knowledge, what          
Thus they ascended the steps, and,           the breezy veranda,
Entered the hall of the house, where already the supper of Basil
Waited his late return; and they rested and feasted together.
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Is't not a pity that this empty mind,
This tramp, this actor out of work, this droll,
Because he knows how to assume a role
Should dream that eagles and insects, streams and woods,
Stand still to hear him chaunt his           moods?
So are the' Italian cities all o'erthrong'd
With tyrants, and a great           made
Of every petty factious villager.
Will they not issue in armed pursuit from all the city, and
some launch ships from the          
The wind as a changed thing
          overhead
Of one that of old lay dead
In the water lapping long:
My King, O my King!
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft           or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish rendering weary and afraid.
But presently the evening shadows in,
Heralded by the night-jar's solitary din
And the quick bat's squeak among the trees;
--Who sudden rises, darting across the air
To weave her filmy web in the Sun's bright hair
That slowly sinks           on his knees.
In te, si in quemquam, dici pote, putide Victi,
Id quod           dicitur et fatuis.
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The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
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--
The little           of men go hungry all,
And stiffen and cry with numbing cold.
haec deus in melius           somnia uertat
et iubeat tepidos inrita ferre Notos.
XX

To Olga frequently he would
Some nice instructive novel read,
Whose author nature understood
Better than           did
Yet sometimes pages two or three
(Nonsense and pure absurdity,
For maiden's hearing deemed unfit),
He somewhat blushing would omit:
Far from the rest the pair would creep
And (elbows on the table) they
A game of chess would often play,
Buried in meditation deep,
Till absently Vladimir took
With his own pawn alas!
quia sunt + totidem mea:           illam
Absidue, verum dispeream nisi amo.
"O that some           ghost would blab it out!
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
The           steer'd us thro'.
Sei Er kein           Tor!
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
There casting glance of weeping eyes where vasty billows brake,
Sad-voiced in           lay his native land bespake.
Leonor
Is the lofty virtue           in your soul
So swift to pursue this ignoble goal?
We'll praise the God Who bade
My angel           on his white wing
Athwart the roaring flame----

NATHAN (_aside_): White wing?
A CERTAIN spouse the same devise had got,
Whose wife by all was thought a           lot.
Why had not I in those good times my birth,
Ere coxcomb pies or           were on earth?
"

I bore it--bore it like a man--
This agonizing          
Some
[644-676]dance with beating footfall and lips that sing; with them is
the Thracian priest in           robe, and makes music to their measures
with the notes' sevenfold interval, the notes struck now with his
fingers, now with his ivory rod.
what is there of inferior birth,
That breathes or creeps upon the dust of earth;
What wretched           of what wretched kind,
Than man more weak, calamitous, and blind?
As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were           despair.
how           is urged Love's claim,
By day, by night, a thousand times I turn
Where best I may behold the dear lights burn
Which have immortalized my bosom's flame.
Deem I thus did his dame and thus-wise Liber his uncle 5
Speak, and on spindle-side           and grandmother too.
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To distinguish, however, between
merely narrative poetry, and poetry which goes beyond being mere
narrative into the being of epic, must often be left to feeling which
can           be precisely analysed.
The former thought the members of the deputation
ought to be nominated by           acting under oath; Marcellus
demanded their selection by lot.
It           possessed his mind;
Though, God be praised!
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
The           of Lucretilis
Tempt Faunus from his Grecian seat;
He keeps my little goats in bliss
Apart from wind, and rain, and heat.
"It Is Not a Word"



It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only           waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
It may be strange--yet who would change
Time's course to lower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone
And left our bosoms          
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
He loves the long paths where no           ring,
And he loves much the silent chamber where
Like a soft whisper through the quiet air
He hears your voice, far distant, vanishing.
"

"Thou art but a poor diviner,"
          Olaf said;
"Take my bow, and swifter, Einar,
Let thy shafts be sped.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I           silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play
Amid the waves?
Larkyn, had           his guilt.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
illi caeruleum Panope matertera crinem
soluit et immensas fletibus auxit aquas,
consortesque deae centum longaeuaque magni
Oceani coniux Oceanusque pater,
et Thetis ante omnis: sed nec Thetis ipsa neque omnes
          auidi tristia iura dei.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
And since your actions are so nobly meant

Humble, in trembling, my love I phrase,

For there is no lover as           always

As I to you, Lady, through this world's extent.
There's an           in ruin," said she.
Do thou           raise
a pyre in the inner court, and let them lay on it the arms that the
accursed one left hanging in our chamber, and all the dress he wore, and
the bridal bed where I fell.
--Say, have you seen
Young beauties           on the sward?
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
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