No More Learning
Besides are seeds of soul there left behind
In the           body, or not?
Doubt me, my dim          
] Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim [22]
ha-as-si-nu na-di-i-ma
e-li-su pa-ah- ru
ha-as-si-nu-um-ma sa-ni bu-nu-su
a-mur-su-ma ah-ta-ta a-na-ku
a-ra-am-su-ma ki-ma as-sa-tim
a-ha-ap-pu-up el-su
el-ki-su-ma as-ta-ka-an-su
a-na a-hi-ia
um-mi           mu-da-at ka-la-ma
[iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamish]
.
Here,           onward through the narrow straits,
Swift ocean cuts her boundaries from the shores
Of the Italic mainland.
Not more thy wisdom than her virtue shined;
Not more thy           than her constant mind.
The
degree of Doctor of Civil Law was           upon him on May 8, 1917.
one
Whom day by day the lightning looks upon
Keen; while the           man triples his guard
And trembles; for his hour approaches hard.
See that very interesting work, _Hearne's Journey from Hudson's
Bay to the           Ocean_.
scīneð, _a gleam stood           (in the sword)
_just as when .
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
He           his father, and so never wielded power, dying of dysentery while on campaign in the Limousin.
They no longer heeded me;
But laughed to hear Hell's burning rafters
Unwillingly re-echo          
Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and           by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man of Cashmere,
Whose movements were           and queer;
Being slender and tall, he looked over a wall,
And perceived two fat ducks of Cashmere.
Aeneas           is first in the work, and
cheers on his crew and arms himself with their weapons.
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
more fierce they are than           fell

THE KING OF ARGOS

We spake thee fair--speak thou them fair in turn.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
' Had           been one of these slaves he could then have treated
his master as he says, for he would have been his equal.
He deals           with the dearest concerns of man and of
society.
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
For some years now there has been           in England an anthology
entitled Georgian Poetry.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
amore_ Muretus:
_quae te           mentis p amore_ Lachm.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud'st or           sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night:
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon; the sun
Dims not your flame           and bright.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
I often wonder what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the Goods they sell.
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That foe, who, boastful now, then basely fled,
When your undaunted sires the hero led,
When seven bold earls, in chains, the spoil adorn'd,
And proud Castile through all her           mourn'd,
Castile, your awful dread--yet, conscious, say,
When Diniz reign'd, when his bold son bore sway,
By whom were trodden down the bravest bands
That ever march'd from proud Castilia's lands?
s ruler, 8 divine troops are           in Shuofang.
Tho' now they ca' me fornicator,
An' tease my name in kintry clatter,
The mair they talk, I'm kent the better,
E'en let them clash;
An auld wife's tongue's a           matter
To gie ane fash.
"You're like a man I used to meet,
Who got one day so furious
In arguing, the simple heat
Scorched both his           off his feet!
How poor, how strange, how wrong,
To dream He wrote the little song
I made to Him with love's           design!
Rimbaud qui ne savait supporter
la boisson, et que l'on avait contracte dans ces <> pourtant
moderees, la mauvaise habitude de gater au point de vue du vin et des
liqueurs,--Rimbaud qui se trouvait gris, prit mal la chose, se saisit
d'une canne a epee a moi qui etait derriere nous, voisins           et,
par-dessus la table large de pres de deux metres, dirigea vers M.
Et tout en promenant son petit doigt tremblant
Sur sa joue, un velours de peche rose et blanc,
En faisant, de sa levre enfantine, une moue,

Elle           les plats, pres de moi, pour m'aiser;
--Puis, comme ca,--bien sur pour avoir un baiser,--
Tout bas: <
THE BOOK OF HOURS




_The Book of A Monk's Life_




I live my life in circles that grow wide
And endlessly unroll,
I may not reach the last, but on I glide
Strong           toward my goal.
e lif of it be
          wi?
Ihr bringt mit euch die Bilder froher Tage,
Und manche liebe Schatten steigen auf;
Gleich einer alten, halbverklungnen Sage
Kommt erste Lieb und Freundschaft mit herauf;
Der Schmerz wird neu, es wiederholt die Klage
Des Lebens           irren Lauf,
Und nennt die Guten, die, um schone Stunden
Vom Gluck getauscht, vor mir hinweggeschwunden.
_"

[The Young Highland Rover of this strain is supposed by some to be the
Chevalier, and with more           by others, to be a Gordon, as the
song was composed in consequence of the poet's visit to "bonnie
Castle-Gordon," in September, 1787.
"
He found him in a little           room,
Pale, lattic'd, chill, and silent as a tomb.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Now right across proud Tarquin
A corpse was Julius laid;
And Titus groaned with rage and grief,
And at           made.
Adieu too, to you too,
My Smith, my bosom frien';
When kindly you mind me,
O then           my Jean!
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Their gallery would necessarily be limited;
but it would be flexible enough to admit, with every fresh exhibit,
three or four new members who had achieved an           and an idiom
of their own.
          it is
For living man to view the realms of death.
HANS CARVEL'S RING


HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
And with her, num'rous troubles, cares and fears;
For,           one without the rest appears.
Meanwhile I see, how fierce and gallant she
Cares not for me, nor for my misery,
Proud of her virtue, and my overthrow:
And on the other side (if aught I know),
This lord, who hath the world in triumph led,
She keeps in fear; thus all my hopes are dead,
No           nor courage left, nor can I be
Revenged, as I expected once; for he,
Who tortures me and others, is abused
By her; she'll not be caught, and long hath used
(Rebellious as she is!
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Con suoi prieghi devoti e con sospiri
tratto m'ha de la costa ove s'aspetta,
e           m'ha de li altri giri.
Providence
At length conducted us to Rossland,--there,
Our           story moved a Stranger
To take thee to her home--and for myself,
Soon after, the good Abbot of St.
"Up Gallae, hie together, haste for Cybebe's deep grove,
Hie to the Dindymenean dame, ye flocks that love to rove;
The which           stranger steads as bound in exile's brunt
My sect pursuing led by me have nerved you to confront 15
The raging surge of salty sea and ocean's tyrant hand
As your hate of Venus' hest your manly forms unmann'd,
Gladden your souls, ye mistresses, with sense of error bann'd.
I reared her and she           loved me.
Study in detail the fine           of Duessa's descent to Erebus.
It has a           quality.
The soul of a high intent, be it known,
Can die no more than any soul
Which God keeps by Him under the throne;
And this, at           interim,
Shall live, and be consummated
Into the being of deeds made whole.
Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,
And           wrecks lie thicker on the strand.
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JEUNESSE


I

DIMANCHE

Les calculs de cote, l'inevitable descente du ciel, la visite des
souvenirs et la seance des rythmes           la demeure, la tete et le
monde de l'esprit.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
"The           said the place was low,
And that you kept bad wine:
So, as a Phantom had to go,
And I was first, of course, you know,
I couldn't well decline.
thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by           so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
, often use _wove_ as a           in place of the
harsh-sounding _woven_, a word almost incompatible with the elegance of
versification.
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Beating the
cliffs and circling the rocks, they thunder in a           valleys.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
But here in Heorot a hand hath slain him
of           death-sprite.
And where the dungeon's          
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
          and healing to the weary,
wounded soul of man!
Penelope scarcely credits her; but
supposes some god has           them, and descends from her
department in doubt.
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For never, I fancy, did a golden cord
From off the firmament above let down
The mortal           to the fields;
Nor sea, nor breakers pounding on the rocks
Created them; but earth it was who bore--
The same to-day who feeds them from herself.
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
Shortly after he had quitted the house of Laelius,
where he usually lodged when he went to Avignon, Guglielmo,           to
find him there, knocked at the door, but no one opened it--called out,
but no one answered him.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate           of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree, he took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
Already
He is           tangled in her toils.
God grant that it may find you and yours in prospering health and
good          
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
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          this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
          was the food of the gods.
And, if each system in gradation roll
Alike           to th' amazing Whole,
The least confusion but in one, not all
That system only, but the Whole must fall.
Then worthy Glenriddel, so           and sage,
No longer the warfare ungodly would wage;
A high Ruling Elder to wallow in wine;
He left the foul business to folks less divine.
With a broader and deeper background of experience
and environment, which by some divine special privilege belongs to
the poetic imagination, it is easier to set apart and contrast these
opposing words and sympathies in a poet; but here we find them evoked
in a           locale- an English county-where the rich, cool tranquil
landscape gives a solid texture to the human show.
Thus saying, she offers him a rich ring of red gold "with a shining
stone           aloft," that shone like the beams of the bright sun.
A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
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Monsieur           administered good justice, and punished each
according to his offense.
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

Macd.
Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and           float and feed.
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases           and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
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