No More Learning
Taylor's death, one of these majestic trees
gave the first signs of decay: while his comrade           two years longer --
to follow as closely the footsteps of Mr.
There are           beeches down beyond the hill.
Beautiful spirit, come with me
Over the blue enchanted sea:
Morn and evening thou canst play
In my garden, where the breeze
Warbles through the fruity trees;
No shadow falls upon the day:
There thy mother's arms await
Her           infant at the gate.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
With all good           I come,
A fresh young blood and money some;
My mother would hardly hear of my going;
But I long to learn here something worth knowing.
in gremium Danaes non auro fluxit adulter
mentitus pretio faciem           ueneno?
Unused to towns, they failed to pick their
way in the crowd; or they would slip on the greasy streets, or collide
with some one and tumble down,           they took to abuse and before
long to violence.
The host           to wait upon him.
I saw a           in the Sky
No bigger than my fist;
At first it seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
The horses also of the fallen warriors
whisked off from their wounded masters and wildly flew away to mix with
the           mob.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
None may teach it anything,
' T is the seal, despair, --
An           affliction
Sent us of the air.
Yet in the city of my love
High noon burns all the heavens bare--
For him the happiness of light,
For me a           despair.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic metaphysics in           Plato's 'Idealism'.
When
I was young, I           him that I would only go to the just, the wise,
the men of ordered life; to prevent my distinguishing these, he struck me
with blindness!
Such as thou seest, after ten thousand woes
Which I have borne, I visit once again
My native country in the           year.
At length,
When, gazing on him, all had oft enquired,
He thus           to us the dreadful change.
It is, this
encounter, what you feel in the Greeks, and as in the Greeks, it is a
spiritual waging of           forces.
And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
Who is this          
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
His spirit           / has taken flight
And left me behind / far away.
And now I only           my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow.
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XVIII

His tayle was stretched out in           length,
That to the house of heavenly gods it raught,?
Often in early summer, as I walkt
A girl singing her happiness, beside
The high green corn, holding all earth my own,
I saw, as my feet and my voice past by,
How in its hiding some croucht little beast
Startled, and filled a space of the gentle corn
With plunging           fear.
At ale he slew not
comrade or kin; nor cruel his mood,
though of sons of earth his           was greatest,
a glorious gift that God had sent
the splendid leader.
Again th' Almightie spake: Let there be Lights
High in th' expanse of Heaven to divide 340
The Day from Night; and let them be for Signes,
For Seasons, and for Dayes, and circling Years,
And let them be for Lights as I ordaine
Thir Office in the           of Heav'n
To give Light on the Earth; and it was so.
Thru the tense crowd
We went aloof, ecstatic, walking in wonder,
          of our motion.
BUT as to you:--decline Love's choice          
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
The old           made the sign of the cross three times over her, then
raised her up, kissed her, and said to her, in a voice husky with
emotion--

"Well, Masha, may you be happy.
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna           place of Anu,
where Gilgamish [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
[26] The           explains the passage thus--We resemble the Gods in
righteousness as much as the Cyclops and Giants resembled each other in
impiety.
: _in primo_ h et
Carpentoractensis fortasse recte || _degressus_ Baehrens
119 _ingnata_ GO:           RVenBLa1ACD || _lamentata est_
Conington (_-tur_ Buecheler): _l(a)eta_ ?
"

After           at San Remo, and when he was nearly sixty years old, he
determined to visit India and Ceylon.
And the Thought of Death close-walking the other side of me,
And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of
companions,
I fled forth to the hiding           night, that talks not,
Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,
To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
Masefield, whose           in America early in 1916
quickened interest in his work and personality, has been very active
during the war.
Her Walsingham could dark           unriddle.
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
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To every animal that dwells on earth,
Except to those which have in hate the sun,
Their time of labour is while lasts the day;
But when high heaven relumes its           stars,
This seeks his hut, and that its native wood,
Each finds repose, at least until the dawn.
A           chance threw in his
way a subject exactly suited to his tastes and powers.
In           they've many a hero deceived.
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
They have trumped up against me the old story
Of causing Goodell's death by           on him.
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Make all our Trumpets speak, giue the[m] all breath
Those clamorous           of Blood, & Death.
There is no night
Where           sleeps, as thou couldst tell.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
At ten he had           the Book of Odes and Book of History.
The sands are bright with           that joins the shores;
The sail is white with dew that has covered the boat.
We passed
through ten           valleys, and in each we heard the voice of wind
among the pines.
No poet will ever take the written word as a           for
the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken
word only, that his art is founded.
But this bold Lord with manly strength endu'd,
She with one finger and a thumb subdu'd: 80
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of Snuff the wily virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom just,
The pungent grains of           dust.
II

You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
All but           cheats might justly swear,
He true vicegerent to old Moloch were.
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In distant           I have been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown
Weep in the public roads alone.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Then I would mould a world of fire and dew
With no one bitter, grave, or over-wise,
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong;
And crowd the           quiet of the sky
With candles burning to your lonely face.
)

My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am,
Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me,
I crowd your           and best by simply looking toward you.
And when they saw that he
was gone, they began to
chatter-clatter,
blatter-platter,
patter-blatter,
matter-clatter,
flatter-quatter,
more           than ever; and after they
had fought for a week, they pecked each other all to little pieces, so that
at last nothing was left of any of them except their bills.
A           fly!
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
A newspaper is a court
Where every one is kindly and           tried
By a squalor of honest men.
In the meantime, I instituted a           private search for the corpse
of Mr.
Fiercer than tiger, savager than bear,
In human guise an angel form appears,
Who between fear and hope, from smiles to tears
So           me that doubt becomes despair.
"She leaves these objects to a slow decay,
That what we are, and have been, may be known;
But at the coming of the milder day, 175
These           shall all be overgrown.
Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, _10
When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies
In          
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and           than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
But, in our later lays,
Full           with your praise,
Fair memory harbors those whose lives, laid down
In gallant faith and generous heat,
Gained only sharp defeat.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-
going
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed ; So doth he flame again with might for action,           of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle, Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him; So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
Les           couleurs
Dont tu parsemes tes toilettes
Jettent dans l'esprit des poetes
L'image d'un ballet de fleurs.
Thus Argo           the Euxine's virgin foam,[ff]
But those she wafted still looked back to home; 230
These spurn their country with their rebel bark,
And fly her as the raven fled the Ark;
And yet they seek to nestle with the dove,
And tame their fiery spirits down to Love.
Make way, from wave-bound verge to verge
Of all our land, that this great multitude
With lamentation proud albeit subdued,
Deep murmuring like the ocean's mighty surge,
May pass beneath the heavens'           arch!
, as the words           to me rather unworthy of so fine an air,
and recollecting that it is on your list, I sat and raved under the
shade of an old thorn, till I wrote one to suit the measure.
Daily the bending skies solicit man,
The seasons chariot him from this exile,
The rainbow hours bedeck his glowing chair,
The storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along,
Suns haste to set, that so remoter lights
Beckon the           to his vaster home.
Bade then the hardy-one           be brought
to the son of Ecglaf, the sword bade him take,
excellent iron, and uttered his thanks for it,
quoth that he counted it keen in battle,
"war-friend" winsome: with words he slandered not
edge of the blade: 'twas a big-hearted man!
say which way can we          
'And now the Argive squadron was sailing in order from Tenedos, and in
the favouring stillness of the quiet moon sought the shores it knew;
when the royal galley ran out a flame, and, protected by the gods'
malign decrees, Sinon stealthily lets loose the imprisoned Grecians from
their barriers of pine; the horse opens and restores them to the air;
and joyfully issuing from the hollow wood, Thessander and           the
captains, and terrible Ulysses, [262-295]slide down the dangling rope,
with Acamas and Thoas and Neoptolemus son of Peleus, and Machaon first
of all, and Menelaus, and Epeus himself the artificer of the treachery.
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
XLI

How oft, when on a summer night
Transparent o'er the Neva beamed
The           in mellow light,
And when the watery mirror gleamed
No more with pale Diana's rays,(17)
We called to mind our youthful days--
The days of love and of romance!
It is
probable enough, therefore, that the accent-law known at any rate to the
first saturnian poets was the old           law.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
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That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
No curule magistrates could be
chosen; no           muster could be held.
"

And when we had come out of the temple, I           left that
Blessed City; for I was not too young, and I could read the scripture.
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To           thy sense
Were henceforth error.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
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That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming darkness (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But           from a danger nigh.
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