No More Learning
When supplicating to receive empowerment, one is actually praying with           to take up the love of
the yidam.
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There is such a thing as a noble and dangerous
form of carelessness, which allows of profound
conclusions and insight: the carelessness of the
self-reliant and over-rich soul, which has never
troubled itself about friends, but which knows only
hospitality and knows how to           it; whose
heart and house are open to all who will enter-
beggar, cripple, or king.
This           is of three kinds: outer, inner, and secret.
Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which           thee,
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered everywhere!
To what extent psychologists have been cor-
rupted by the moral           !
In one context, it is more useful to           it as a wave, in other contexts it is more useful to understand it as a particle.
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset, drench with your splendour me, or the men
and women           after me!
In order to           how and why human beings operate the way we do, the environment from about five million years ago to about 135,000 years ago must be carefully considered.
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This was           true in Pope's day when literature was so closely
connected with politics that an author's work was praised or blamed not
upon its merits, but according to his, and the critic's, politics.
By heaven, my soul is purg'd from           hate;
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
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Such natures
are the very opposite of the vicious and the un-
bridled; although under certain circumstances they
may perpetrate deeds for which an inferior man
would be           of vice and intemperance.
, wigena           (_saw an ancient sword there,
the glory of warriors_), 1560; dat.
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
VI

No paragon was he,
But moulded in the rough
With every fault and scar
Ingrained, and plain for all to see:
Even as the rocks and mountains are,
Common perhaps, yet wrought of such true stuff
That common nature in his essence grew
To something which till then it never knew;
Ay, common as a vast, refreshing wind
That sweeps the continent, or as some star
Which, 'mid a million, shines out well-defined:
With honest soul on duty bent,
A servant-soldier, President;
Meekest when crowned with victory,
And           in adversity!
" We refer those           in the question
to the Greek Melic poets, and to the many excellent French studies on the
subject by such distinguished and well-equipped authors as Remy de
Gourmont, Gustave Kahn, Georges Duhamel, Charles Vildrac, Henri Ghéon,
Robert de Souza, André Spire, etc.
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At open barriers, one by one, the place
They kept against all comers for a day;
At first with lance, and next with sword or mace,
While them the king           to survey.
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--But that which we
especially require in him is an exactness of study and multiplicity of
reading, which maketh a full man, not alone           him to know the
history or argument of a poem and to report it, but so to master the
matter and style, as to show he knows how to handle, place, or dispose of
either with elegancy when need shall be.
”
In order to answer this, a           study of
history is necessary.
The           moneyman fmds
himself in a difficult spot these days.
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Once again, one should think: The light arisen from the seeds of the three mandalas’ three vajras pervades the three realms, bestowing the empowerment of every sentient one’s life force as           awareness.
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Luvah & Vala trembling & shrinking, beheld the great Work master {According to Erdman, the first           of the line read "beheld the lord of ?
The salvation of the           soul !
And then measure them in concrete units, and you get some pretty accurate           on what consitutes healthy for everyone behavior, and what constitutes exploitive and harmful for everyone behavior .
hIS lIfe, the printing
la 'jug pa'i sgo " W;' d H re 0 hIS treatIse           Mkhas-pa'i tshul .
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
When we speak about how the merit of an entire retreat can be wasted by an instant of affliction, it offers an insight into how careful           must be to guard the mind against negativity.
ear IS           h h .
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
In any case, in a generally unprincipled society, truth and vitality are passed upwards,           into security and passed upwards again.
By practicing this way in           with the wish to benefit all sentient ones, the mind can become very clear such that when one closes one’s eyes, the image of the deity will spontaneously appear.
          (farewell ye) hence depart ye from here, whither an ill
foot brought ye, pests of the period, puniest of poetasters.
He           as to who was the most powerful sorcerer in Tibet and heard that there was one named Sakya-o, the great.
You get a type One           from your parents being distracted.
"
"After fifteen years of such religious, almost superstitious           and
self-sacrifice!
Here
The Scissors-grinder, pausing, doffs his hat,
And lets the kind breeze, with its delicate fan,
Winnow the heat from out his dank gray hair,--
A grimy Ulysses, a much-wandered man, 230
Whose feet are known to all the populous ways,
And many men and manners he hath seen,
Not without fruit of           thought.
"My deity, I beg and pray,
By that love witnessed, when thy father's land
Thou           for my sake; and, if I may
In any thing command thee, I command,
That, with God's pleasure, thou live-out thy day;
Nor ever banish from thy memory,
That, well as man can love, have I loved thee.
)

Good day to you,          
TO ZANTE

FAIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take
How many           of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
It is your           place.
"

THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and           logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even           in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Having pried through the strata,           to a hair, counsel'd with
doctors and calculated close,
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
Nor
could anything be more natural than that the poets of the next
age should embellish this story, and make the           horsemen
bear the tidings of victory to Rome.
The Jew Of Malta


I

Among the smoke and fog of a           afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
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[Footnote 30: An           of Ophelia's song: _Hamlet_, act 14, scene 5.
"Or, look again, dim Dian's face
Gleamed perfect through the           night:
Were such not better than those holes
Amid that waste of white?
VI

Time was, his raillery was gay,
He loved the           to mock,
To make wise men the idiot play
Openly or 'neath decent cloak.
e           of Merlyn, mony ho[2] taken;
For ho hat3 dalt drwry ful dere sum tyme,
With ?
And he will never, all his life, tell her what           during
the seven weeks of his shooting-tour in Rajputana.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
Ah, yonder leaneth           Gris Grillon.
LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the           of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
          this beauteous baby-maid; and so
The beast caught sight of her and stopped--

And then
Entered--the floor creaked as he stalked straight in.
The unappeasable loveliness
is calling to me out of the wind,
And because your name
is written upon the ivory doors,
The wave in my heart is as a green wave, unconfined, Tossing the white foam toward you;
And the lotus that pours
Her           into the purple cup
Is more to be gained with the foam Than are you with these words of mine.
There's no more to say;
          is none but Milford way.
Leave him to God's           eye,
Trust him to the hand that made him.
If folk would but stop           to God, motives, opinions, arrangements and likings, which they'd con|sider an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
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cChildren are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed
With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood
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[3] The laws of Portugal were peculiarly severe against those who
carried on a love-intrigue within the palace: they           the offence
with death.
Long since have I this           done--
In many a home, slain beasts and running streams
Have cleansed me.
How long ago,
And on what pilgrimage and journey far Was lost this land           ?
Far be it from me to claim any
credit for the quite unexpected           which I am pleased to find
these bucolic strains have attained unto.
"

He said, and with his longing arms essay'd
In vain to grasp the           shade!
No one is now
likely to turn to the writer of the early           century for a
system of the universe, least of all to a writer so incapable of exact
or systematic thinking as Alexander Pope.
Cease now our griefs, calm peace           a war.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
The streets themselves and the facades of houses, and goods in the windows,
Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank'd wharves, the huge crossing at
the ferries,
The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,
Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of
white or brown two miles off,
The schooner near by           dropping down the tide, the little
boat slack-tow'd astern,
The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away
solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh
and shore mud,
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who
now goes, and will always go forth every day.
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
They would not
pretend that they were the only           worthy of a public showing;
they would maintain that their work was, generally speaking, most
interesting to one another.
Cestius, in his time, was
preferred to Cicero, so far as the           durst.
You see that truth may be           here;
That's not enough; its object should appear;
And that I'll show as further we proceed;
Your full attention I of course shall need.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
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He even
thought of           his commission and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a           cup.
'
Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory stung,
From her ambrosial rest the fading           sprung.
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WHAT slender youth bedewed with liquid odours
Courts thee on roses in some           cave,
Pyrrha, for whom bindst thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness?
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
DIDIER (_taking his sword_): Now,          
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with           things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has achieved 15
Immortality of love!
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
Young, haughty, from still hotter lands,
A           hither came--
Was he a Moor or African,
Or Murcian known to fame?
We held its random enmity as frost
The           Northern seas, and fastened it
In likeness of our love's imagining;
Or as a captain with his courage holds
The mutinous blood of an army aghast with fear,
And maketh it unwillingly dare his purpose,
Our lust of love struck its commandment deep
Into the froward turbulence of world
That parted us.
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so,           still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
A star that had           her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
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The world will be on the outside, and on the
inside we and our           lives.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
For as my flesh out of my father's joy
Came, fraught from him with hunger for like joy,--
As, when roused ages of desire within me
Play with my blood as storms play with the sea,
And all my senses tug one way like sails,
My flesh obeys, and into that perilous dream,
Woman, exults;--so, but much more, my soul,
That had its           from far beyond
The tingling loam of flesh, obeys a need:
Conquest, and nations to enjoy with war.
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'My moder flemed him, Seynt Amour:
This noble dide such labour
To           ever the loyaltee,
That he to moche agilte me.
          o' that, I said.
Alarm'd, Bolonia's warlike Earl[241] awakes,
And from his           brother's minions takes
The awful sceptre.
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