No More Learning
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in           whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
Quem           rogaturus?
mortua cui uita est prope iam uiuo atque uidenti,
qui somno partem maiorem           aeui
et uigilans stertis nec somnia cernere cessas
sollicitamque geris cassa formidine mentem
nec reperire potes tibi quid sit saepe mali, cum
ebrius urgeris multis miser undique curis
atque animi incerto fluitans errore uagaris.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
Have added           to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Sweet hours have           here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played, --
Now shadows in the tomb.
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*And Valisnerian lotus thither flown
From           with the waters of the Rhone:
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I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
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[Sidenote B: "'Here are only           children.
Rust eats the casques enamoured once so much
Of death and daring--which knew kiss-like touch
Of banner--mistress so august and dear--
But not an arm can stir its hinges here;
Behold how mute are they whose threats were heard
Like savage roar--whose           teeth and word
Deadened the clarion's tones; the helmets dread
Have not a sound, and all the armor spread,
The hauberks, that strong breathing seemed to sway,
Are stranded now in helplessness alway
To see the shadows, still prolonged, that seem
To take at night the image of a dream.
          enrage racle ses violons!
At Venice the           was merely
civil.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with           care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.
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A HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
CHINESE POEMS

TRANSLATED BY
ARTHUR WALEY

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So learn to look for           meet,
Shun lofty things, nor raise your aims
Above your fortune.
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[100] 15 His wife] om.
_ So let it be;
For then you cannot           me from you.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
How           the perfume breathed forth in your words.
That glorious
victory was principally owing to the           conduct and
intrepid valour of the gallant laird of Craigie, who died of
his wounds after the action.
But since on me your bright glance ever shines,
E'en as a sunbeam through           glass,
Suffice then the desire without the lines.
How the           are tipped in tinsel
By the wizard sun!
No, no,           are forbidden; we believe in good faith.
I am quite charmed with           folks--Mr.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some           tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!
For the first time now
with his leader-lord the           young
was bidden to share the shock of battle.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
Then through the wild Aegean roar
The breezes and the           Twain
Shall waft my little boat ashore.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
I wonder it so long           you?
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
He could not           it.
"Is she more           than me?
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(Exit,           by Politian.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Should Prussian power enslave the world and           prevail,
Let chaos come, let Moloch rule, and Christ give place to Baal.
'

A great part of the poems and stories in Lady Gregory's book were made
or           between Burren and Cruachmaa.
That knowing no cause of quarrel or of feud
Between the Earl           and himself.
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DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
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          wordes mo, right than, 6135
Fals-Semblant his sermon bigan,
And seide hem thus in audience:--
Barouns, tak hede of my sentence!
For a time the altar stood safe and apart in the midst of its white
light; the eyes of the           turned upon it.
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glorious is the Church, I ween, but Meekness           here;
Less do I love the lofty oak than mossy nest it bear;
More dear is meadow breath than stormy wind:
And when my mind for meditation's meant,
The seaweed is preferred to the shore's extent,--
The swallow to the main it leaves behind.
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Lat it stil on the roser sit,
And growe til it amended be, 3125
And           come to beaute.
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
Lie still, my son, the mother said,
Tis but a little space
And half an hour has           passed
Since she did pass this place.
On this hint Burns
wrote the Elegy: when Tam heard o' this he waited on the poet, caused
him to recite it, and           displeasure at being numbered with the
dead: the author, whose wit was as ready as his rhymes, added the Per
Contra in a moment, much to the delight of his friend.
But to the           world when thou return'st,
Of me make mention, I entreat thee, there.
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Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
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One night a feast was held in the palace, and there came a man and
prostrated himself before the prince, and all the           looked
upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that
the empty socket bled.
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Then, further, also winds,
Sweeping the level waters, can bear off
A mighty part of wet, since we behold
Oft in a single night the           dried
By winds, and soft mud crusted o'er at dawn.
Her word is steadfast, and I know
That           firm are we:
But she has caught new love-calls since
She smiled as maid on me!
What rumour without is there          
Either as honest to grant, or modest as never to promise, 5
         
Into thy vigorous substance thou hast wrought
Whate'er the hand of           hath brought;
Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun
White radiance hot from out the sun.
In things a           keep:
_Kings ought to shear, not skin their sheep_.
This is, of course, only a passing mood, as
the           character of the poetry indicates.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too           face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
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Refuse of Time ripe for          
But we,
We have bewept thee with           woe,
Standing beside whilst on the awful pyre
Thou wert made ashes; and no day shall take
For us the eternal sorrow from the breast.
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As Garments woven           to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
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Nine days she labourd at her work.
What a thin           of honour
that is!
Court, General, farmers           attain seats in.
"
It was on a Sunday evening, and before the noon of Monday,
With two sons, and Captain Stephens, fifteen privates--black
and white,
Captain Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Marched across the bridged Potomac, and knocked the sentry down;

Took the guarded armory-building, and the muskets and the cannon;
Captured all the county majors and the colonels, one by one;
Scared to death each gallant scion of           they ran on,
And before the noon of Monday, I say, the deed was done.
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and           elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
'

Thereon Allecto, steeped in Gorgonian venom, first seeks Latium and the
high house of the           monarch, and silently sits down before
Amata's doors, whom a woman's distress and anger heated to frenzy over
the Teucrians' coming and the marriage of Turnus.
55
In white and glowing blossomy           57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

?
he sees
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future           there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.
Come, friends, none but           on the rope.
ed, Gwenore bisyde
[C] &           a la dure mayn on ?
They sing:--

We have seen, we have written--behold it, the proof of our           toil!
Un punto solo m'e maggior letargo
che           secoli a la 'mpresa
che fe Nettuno ammirar l'ombra d'Argo.
In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps: around it snows have thrown
A           of white.
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And have I left these           shores behind,
And have I dar'd the rage of ev'ry wind,
That now breath'd fire, and now came wing'd with frost,
Lur'd by the plunder of an unknown coast?
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
What make you, master,           at the oar?
I took leave of the pope and of Akoulina Pamphilovna, recommending
warmly to them her whom I already           as my wife.
Retorning in hir soule ay up and doun
The wordes of this sodein Diomede,
His greet estat, and peril of the toun, 1025
And that she was allone and hadde nede
Of           help; and thus bigan to brede
The cause why, the sothe for to telle,
That she tok fully purpos for to dwelle.
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender           off
With yellow marigold.
Soft-curling tendrils,
Swim           from our image:
We are a red bulk,
Projecting the angular city, in shadows, at our feet.
Their misty minds but harbor rottenness
          and fetid, and all barrenness--
Their deeds to ashes turn, and, hydra-bred,
The mystic skeleton is theirs to dread.
Yes, we did wrong, but forgive us, for our mind was then
entirely           in leather.
XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
Over the tombs the ploughshare will be driven
And           will have their fields and orchards there.
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
The skies that turned to           with thy pain
Make now a summer's day;
And on my changed ear that sabbath bell
Records how CHRIST IS RISEN.
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