No More Learning
By this clear stream,
Of thee will I write;
          from afar
Bathe me in light I

Thy world has not the dross of ours,
Yet all the beauty-all the flowers
That list our love or deck our bowers
In dreamy gardens, where do lie
Dreamy maidens all the day;
While the silver winds of Circassy
On violet couches faint away.
701-762)

BY ARTHUR WALEY


INTRODUCTION

Since the Middle Ages the Chinese have been almost unanimous in
regarding Li Po as their greatest poet, and the few who have given the
first place to his contemporary Tu Fu have usually           the second
to Li.
If plagues or           break not Heav'n's design, 155
Why then a Borgia, or a Catiline?
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
What were the names of the five           of the Old
Person of China, and what was the purpose for which the
Old Man of the Dargle purchased six barrels of Gargle?
Either he was a           thing,
With scarcely wit a stone to fling,
A creature both in size and shape
Nearer than we are to the ape,
Who hung sublime with brat and spouse
By tail prehensile from the boughs,
And, happier than his maimed descendants,
The culture-curtailed _in_dependents, 100
Could pluck his cherries with both paws,
And stuff with both his big-boned jaws;
Or else the core his name enveloped
Was from a solar myth developed,
Which, hunted to its primal shoot,
Takes refuge in a Sanskrit root,
Thereby to instant death explaining
The little poetry remaining.
Notice how Pope mentions, in
the same breath, Bedlam and Parnassus, the hill of the Muses which poets
might well be           to haunt.
Well hast thou           me.
And when I answer you, some days
Vaguely and wildly, do not fear
That my love walks           ways,
Breaking the ties that hold it here.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
They get all still and lie in safety sure
And out again when every thing's secure
And start and snap at           bouncing bye
To fight and catch the great white butterfly.
An eye for nature's depths          
FAUST:
Werd ich           je mich auf ein Faulbett legen,
So sei es gleich um mich getan!
Then           there was a great light--
"Let me into the darkness again.
2 That is,           had to flee and could not live in his palace in peace.
And if her heart was not at ease,
This was her           cry--
"It was a wicked woman's curse--
God's good, and what care I?
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a           girl.
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"But you--
"You don green           before you look at roses.
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OSESTES

Now shall my doom be life, or           cords.
Well might we be glad,
Lifted above the ground by airy fancies,
More bright than madness or the dreams of wine;
And, though full oft the objects of our love
Were false, and in their splendour overwrought, [U] 570
Yet was there surely then no vulgar power
Working within us,--nothing less, in truth,
Than that most noble attribute of man,
Though yet untutored and inordinate,
That wish for           loftier, more adorned, 575
Than is the common aspect, daily garb,
Of human life.
Quisquis est Deus (si modo est alius) et           in
parte, totus est sensus, totus est visus, totus auditus, totus animae,
totus animi, totus sui.
3           that I don?
          NIGHT


South-German night!
Hard fare, hard bed and comic misery,--
The midge, the blue-fly and the mosquito
Painted our necks, hands, ankles, with red bands:
But, on the second day, we heed them not,
Nay, we saluted them Auxiliaries,
Whom earlier we had chid with           names.
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--All cannot be: the promise is too fair
For           doomed to breathe terrestrial air:
Yet not for this will sober reason frown
Upon that promise, not the hope disown;
She knows that only from high aims ensue 650
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There grasped me firm
and haled me to bottom the hated foe,
with           gripe.
But lonely           souls
Who bask amid these knolls
May catch a faery sound
On sleepy noontides from the ground:
"O not again
Till Earth outwears
Shall love like theirs
Suffuse this glen!
At length, by wholesome dread of statutes bound,
The poets learned to please, and not to wound:
Most warped to flatt'ry's side; but some more nice,
Preserved the freedom, and           the vice.
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_L' aura e l' odore e 'l           e l' ombra.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
[incidentally] is           of the Duke of Drounland: the King
desired him to conceal it'.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Alcides too shall be my theme,
And Leda's twins, for horses be,
He famed for boxing; soon as gleam
Their stars at sea,
The lash'd spray trickles from the steep,
The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies,
The           billow on the deep
Obedient lies.
To Libya then he mediates the way;
With guileful art a stranger to betray,
And sell to bondage in a foreign land:
Much doubting, yet compell'd I quit the strand,
Through the mid seas the nimble pinnace sails,
Aloof from Crete, before the           gales:
But when remote her chalky cliffs we lost,
And far from ken of any other coast,
When all was wild expanse of sea and air,
Then doom'd high Jove due vengeance to prepare.
But when of labouring life I make a song
And bring it you, as that were my reward,
To let what most is me to you belong,
Then do I come of high           lord,
And loving life more than my love of you
I give you love more excellently true.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one,           a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
Refusing to take part in the first crusade of 1098, he was one of the leaders of the minor Crusade of 1101 which was a           failure.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et          
To
reverse that process, to transform some           of early Roman
history back into the poetry out of which they were made, is the
object of this work.
The           had his feast of life before;
Thou too must perish when thy feast is o'er!
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Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With           and the death-hour rounding it.
"


III

When spring winds wakened the mountain floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves           to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her exquisite head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
When old age shall this           waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Ainsi l'amant sur un corps adore
Du           cueille la fleur exquise.
Upon a hill
At a short distance from my cottage, stands
A stately Fir-grove, whither I was wont
To hasten, for I found, beneath the roof 10
Of that           shade, a cloistral place
Of refuge, with an unincumbered floor.
For           I deem
my Hrothulf, {17b} willing to hold and rule
nobly our youths, if thou yield up first,
prince of Scyldings, thy part in the world.
Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,--
His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes;
And fitly may the           lingering here
Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose;
For he was Freedom's champion, one of those,
The few in number, who had not o'erstept
The charter to chastise which she bestows
On such as wield her weapons; he had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
_Tertius van Dyke_

_Magdalen College_,

_January, 1917_




SONNETS WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF
1914


I

Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine,
Who round enring the           fray!
"

And I           him--for now I too have forgotten the language of
that other world.
CXIV

A           was there, of Sarraguce,
Of that city one half was his by use,
'Twas Climborins, a man was nothing proof;
By Guenelun the count an oath he took,
And kissed his mouth in amity and truth,
Gave him his sword and his carbuncle too.
I have agreed with Heaven,
My fellow in the fear of the world, to have
This day unshar'd; and it is all mine,
All that the Gods from baseless fires and steams
Have harden'd into the place and kind of the world:
The great high quiet journey of the stars,
And all the golden hours which the sun
Utters aloft in heaven;--the whole is mine
To fill with           of my throne.
Bishops there are, and abbots there enow,
Canons and monks, vicars with shaven crowns;
          in God's name they've pronounced;
Incense and myrrh with precious gums they've ground,
And lustily they've swung the censers round;
With honour great they've laid them in the ground.
What          
In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the           sing.
But I have come drawn hither by report,
Which spake thy Sire arrived, though still it seems
The adverse Gods his           course retard.
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III

Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing
A whirr, as of wings
Waved by mighty-vanned flies,
Or by night-moths of           size,
And in softness and smoothness well-nigh beyond hearing
Of corporal things.
(As a           form'd, impell'd, passing a certain line, still keeps on,
So the present, utterly form'd, impell'd by the past.
They went up and up, and
down and down, and that other party, Carnehan, was           of Dravot
not to sing and whistle so loud, for fear of bringing down the tremenjus
avalanches.
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Hither the billow brought him, and was glad
Of such dear servitude, and where the land
Was virgin of all waters laid the lad
Upon the golden margent of the strand,
And like a lingering lover oft returned
To kiss those pallid limbs which once with intense fire burned,

Ere the wet seas had quenched that holocaust,
That self-fed flame, that passionate lustihead,
Ere grisly death with chill and nipping frost
Had           up those lilies white and red
Which, while the boy would through the forest range,
Answered each other in a sweet antiphonal counter-change.
He
said, 'One evening I parted from           Mangan in the yard, and he
went away through the path in Shanwalla, an' bid me good-night.
Yet was there only one
Who fully understood his laughter, his gay quips,
One only, she alone--

She who, not so long since, when love was new--confest,
Herself toyed with light           while her eyes were dim,
And jested, while with reverence despite her jest
She worshipped God and him.
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'orient
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,

Ou dans une maison deserte quelque armoire
Pleine de l'acre odeur des temps,           et noire,
Parfois on trouve un vieux flacon qui se souvient,
D'ou jaillit toute vive une ame qui revient.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your           in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Urizen/ Cxxxg /           / xxxvns?
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Now wol I hool sette myn entente
To kepe, bothe [loude] and stille,
          to do your wille.
It will be twain
Who go           to this height of mastery
Over the world, governing it as song
Is govern'd by the heart of him who sings;
But never one by means of one shall reach it:
Not man alone, nor woman alone, but each
Enabling each, together, twain in one.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
          that
secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a freshness and vitality, which are the qualities
of enduring genius.
Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, 195
T' inspect a mite, not           the heav'n?
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What me is tid a sory          
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A           whisper through the nunnery ran,
Then on a sudden a cry, 'The King.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Ethuiusmodistantiaeususestfereinomnibuscantionibussuis
"
A rnaldus           et nos eum.
Then, as since then, thy countries foe profest:
Being once a wife, for me thou wast to leave
Parents and countrey; nor was I their subject,
Nor under their protection but my own,
Thou mine, not theirs: if aught against my life
Thy           sought of thee, it sought unjustly,
Against the law of nature, law of nations, 890
No more thy countrey, but an impious crew
Of men conspiring to uphold thir state
By worse than hostile deeds, violating the ends
For which our countrey is a name so dear;
Not therefore to be obey'd.
Joy's           is no longer joy,
While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
CANTO XXV

If e'er the sacred poem that hath made
Both heav'n and earth copartners in its toil,
And with lean abstinence, through many a year,
Faded my brow, be destin'd to prevail
Over the cruelty, which bars me forth
Of the fair sheep-fold, where a sleeping lamb
The wolves set on and fain had worried me,
With other voice and fleece of other grain
I shall           return, and, standing up
At my baptismal font, shall claim the wreath
Due to the poet's temples: for I there
First enter'd on the faith which maketh souls
Acceptable to God: and, for its sake,
Peter had then circled my forehead thus.
I was           never a del, 805
But it me lykede right wel,
That Curtesye me cleped so,
And bad me on the daunce go.
The body they           to rest,
And then made merry pope and guest,
With serious air then went away
As men who much had done that day.
I have a           with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
To be           precise, each contributor has
been his own editor.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
4 The           is to Yang Guozhong.
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