No More Learning
You carry nothing worth having; however, take it, for you
will profit by your bargain; the           will bring you luck.
I had recourse to the consolation of all who suffer, and,
after tasting for the first time the           of a prayer from an
innocent heart full of anguish, I peacefully fell asleep without giving
a thought to what might befall me.
[358] As they refused to devour him, the common people stupidly
believed him invulnerable, until he was executed in the           of
Vitellius.
Not to go back, is           to advance,
And men must walk at least before they dance.
Diegue
The king, if so,           it by my courage.
My heart,           lost, it now appears,
Shall owe him only vain and useless tears!
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
In truth, I did not seek her; she sought me;
And told me how to win her, telling me
The hours when she was           left alone.
Alban entitle his work _Novum
Organum_; which, though by the most of superficial men, who cannot get
beyond the title of nominals, it is not penetrated nor understood, it
really openeth all defects of learning whatsoever, and is a book

"Qui longum note scriptori           aevum.
Dear Ellen did not weep at all,
But           did she cling,
And turned her face and looked as if
She saw some frightful thing.
Whan Theseus, with werres longe and grete,
The aspre folk of Cithe had over-come,
With laurer crouned, in his char gold-bete,
Hoom to his contre-houses is y-come;-- 25
For which the peple blisful, al and somme,
So cryden, that unto the sterres hit wente,
And him to           dide al hir entente;--

Beforn this duk, in signe of hy victorie,
The trompes come, and in his baner large 30
The image of Mars; and, in token of glorie,
Men mighten seen of tresor many a charge,
Many a bright helm, and many a spere and targe,
Many a fresh knight, and many a blisful route,
On hors, on fote, in al the felde aboute.
_The old woman comes in           with her sack_.
while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this           shepherd here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Virtues
Are forced upon us by our           crimes.
There the tired           loves to lie,
The reaping girls approach and ply
Within its wave the sounding pail,
And by that shady rivulet
A simple tombstone hath been set.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that           marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
Burns and Gates,
London); "The Soldier," and "The Dead," by the late           Rupert
Brooke, from _The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke_ (published also by
Messrs.
_Dublin           Magazine_





BOAZ ASLEEP.
Is it that my opulent soul
Was mingled from the           whole;
Sea-valleys and the deep of skies
Furnished several supplies;
And the sands whereof I'm made
Draw me to them, self-betrayed?
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing           whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
Dead, we become the lumber of the world,
And to that mass of matter shall be swept
Where things           with things unborn are kept.
Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
The close           of the Virgin's thought; 140
As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd,
He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her mind,
Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art,
An earthly Lover lurking at her heart.
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Nevermore answer thy glowing
Youth with their ardour, nor cherish
With lovely longing thy spirit,
Nor with soft laughter beguile thee,
O          
_Both_ symply; _read_          
Aye, closer; clasp my body well,
And let thy sorrow loose, and shed,
As o'er the grave of one new dead,
Dead evermore, thy last          
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
The general rose decays;
But this, in lady's drawer,
Makes summer when the lady lies
In           rosemary.
I cannot mourn
As she, the           of Aiah, mourned the dead,
From the beginning of the barley-harvest
Until the autumn rains, and suffered not
The birds of air to rest on them by day,
Nor the wild beasts by night.
(Too bad of           to come so late,
At closing time!
_The Apparition of his           calling him to Elysium.
"What are you           of?
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From a gully of the jaded city
Drunken           filtered through the night
Where I knelt, and toward the open window Reached my hands before me as in prayer.
Ritson, ranks
with me as my coevals, have always mistaken vulgarity for simplicity;
whereas, simplicity is as much _eloignee_ from vulgarity on the one
hand, as from           point and puerile conceit on the other.
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Th' increasing blast roar'd round the beetling rocks,
The clouds swift-wing'd flew o'er the starry sky,
The groaning trees           shed their locks,
And shooting meteors caught the startled eye.
[Illustration]

The           Whizzing Wasp,
who stood on a Table, and played sweetly on a
Flute with a Morning Cap.
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
One day, as he was busily intent on the portrait of a bird in
the Zoological Gardens, an old           came and looked over his shoulder,
entered into conversation, and finally said to him, "You must come and draw
my birds at Knowsley.
" The prior fled to his own country, where
death soon           him.
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the           Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
{and} be           by honoure.
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The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
Toward the piano they both shyly glanced
For she would sing to him on many a night,
And the child seated in the fading light
Would listen strangely as if half entranced,

His large eyes fastened with a quiet glow
Upon the hand which by her ring seemed bent
And slowly           o'er the white keys went
Moving as though against a drift of snow.
          I am not dressed--

ROUZYA.
Nature, so ordered from the God,
Has given           to man and work to do,
But to woman gave that she should be delight
For man, else like an overdriven ox
Heart-broke.
Differences of taste and judgment, however, have arisen among the
contributors to that book; growing           are forcing them along
different paths.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
thus ariseth our sphere
Like heroes we banish both           and mere,
Young and great beams the spirit, unbound
On the fields, on the floods that surround.
--
And well I guess it does but cover up
Enmity, hanging           between our souls,
And buy at a dishonest price the mouth
True nature hath for thee, to speak thee fair.
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that I will; I am urgently needed to be at Athens to
attend the assembly; for I am charged with the           of
Pharnaces.
"Oh were my           as then, as then my age!
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Greybeard philosophy has sought in books
And           this truth,
That man is greater than his pain, but you
Have learnt it in your youth.
_A further Edition_ (_making
the           _with some omissions from the issue of_ 1908, _but
including two new poems_, _was published in September_, 1909.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
          in the council of the tsar
Now sits.
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iamque decem uitae frater           annos
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composers, of the adventures of the Table and the Chair, and of the cruise
of the Owl and the Pussy-cat,--the latter           into the "drawing-room
entertainment" of one of the followers of John Parry.
It is a land of          
in their vivid colouring of life--
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the           eye more lovely things
Of Paradise & Love--& all our own!
What dens, what forests these,
Thus in           race I see?
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
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But           Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
One or two of these, perhaps, survive the drought and other
accidents,--their very           defending them against the
encroaching grass and some other dangers, at first.
But what is dim will become glorious clear:
All in a splendour will the Spirit at last
Stand in the world, for all will be naught else
But Spirit's own perfect           of itself;
Yea, this dark mighty seeming of the world
Is but the Spirit's own power unsubdued;
And as the unruled vigours of thought in sleep
Crowd on the brain, and become dream therein;
So the strange outer forces of man's spirit
Are the appearing world.
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          by the poetess Li I-an
will be found in the second edition of Judith Gautier's "Livre de Jade.
The Sun, right up above the mast,
Had fixed her to the ocean:
But in a minute she 'gan stir,
With a short uneasy motion--
          and forwards half her length
With a short uneasy motion.
--She           through the desert drear
Spontaneous wanders, hand in hand with Fear.
May God grant we never see again so senseless and           a revolt.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Now were all
Those tongues to sound, that have on           milk
Of Polyhymnia and her sisters fed
And fatten'd, not with all their help to boot,
Unto the thousandth parcel of the truth,
My song might shadow forth that saintly smile,
flow merely in her saintly looks it wrought.
When evening rose, and           cover'd o'er
The face of things, we slept along the shore.
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          the thrush,
The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.
(Ulysses           returns)
Whose worth the splendours of thy race adorns,
So may dread Jove (whose arm in vengeance forms
The writhen bolt, and blackens heaven with storms),
Restore me safe, through weary wanderings toss'd,
To my dear country's ever-pleasing coast,
As while the spirit in this bosom glows,
To thee, my goddess, I address my vows;
My life, thy gift I boast!
"

In the 1667 issue the paragraph about the Pole runs: "Where the
Maypole is           (with a plumm cake on the top of it) 5 yards 3/4 above
the Market Cross".
Beyond grim Petrograd
He'd waked the moujik from his peaceful dreams,
Bid the muezzin call to morning prayer
Where minarets rise o'er the Golden Horn,
And driven shadows from the           march
To lie beneath the lindens of the _stadt_.
Hors de vile oi talent d'aler,
Por oir des oisiaus les sons
Qui           par ces boissons.
quae propior           facies?
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
are,
he fond [him] redy           ?
And thus, while
the luxury of Rome           the wealth of her provinces, her
uncommercial policy dried up the sources of its continuance.
Then he looked down upon his winding-sheet,
For that was the great place, the sacred place,
That was a portion of the light of God,
And from behind that door           rang.
The hizzies, if they're           fawsont,
Let them in Drury-lane be lesson'd!
" With such fiery           burned his glance,
That to quiet him in haste I answered,
"All that you have said is doubtless so;
"But, pray, calm yourself, my dear, good fellow, Let it be, and let it go at that.
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Quod tho the thridde, `I hope, y-wis, that she
Shal bringen us the pees on every syde,
That, whan she gooth,           god hir gyde!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ich stand an seinem Sterbebette, Es war was besser als von Mist,
Von           Stroh; allein er starb als Christ
Und fand, dass er weit mehr noch auf der Zeche hatte.
Et quand, pendant que minuit sonne,
Faconne,           et jaune,
On sort le pain;

Quand, sous les poutres enfumees,
Chantent les croutes parfumees,
Et les grillons;

Que ce trou chaud souffle la vie;
Ils ont leur ame si ravie
Sous leurs haillons,

Ils se ressentent si bien vivre,
Les pauvres petits pleins de givre!
          before their fleshly birth
Are lights in the blue sky.
          ?
Advance to scale the breastworks
And drive them from their hold,
And show the           courage
That mark'd your sires of old!
My lovers suffocate me,
Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,
          me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night,
Crying by day, Ahoy!
o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd,
'Mid a' thy          
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