No More Learning
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion,           image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry treasure in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows,
Where oleanders scatter their           fire?
If we really understand these lines, if
we see in them what it is that Agamemnon's insult has deprived Achilles
of--the sign and acknowledgment of his fellows' admiration while he is
still living among them, the one thing which makes a hero's life worth
living, which enables him to enact his Hell--we shall scarcely complain
that the _Iliad_ is           on a second-rate subject.
HODGSON





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III

O distant, terrible forests of Maine,
With huge trees           as the rain
That falls on your lonely lakes!
Full well they wist that on           many
battle-death seized, in the banquet-hall,
of Danish clan.
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.
But another problem           Euripides even more than this.
"What has           Bahadur Khan?
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
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Throughout the entire work of Rilke, in his poetry as well as in his
interpretations of           and sculpture, there are two elements that
constitute the cornerstones in the structure of his art.
O, you           a better flame!
"Look," he cried with enthusiasm, "at the Bowling-Green           in New
York!
change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
Thy           day is o'er, but not thy years of shame.
Notes:
504, 505 hospitable Dores Yielded thir           the hospitable
door Expos'd a Matron 1674.
Dear son, thou art           to those years
When woman's beauty agitates our blood.
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
"Mine be the fire about my feet, the smoke above my head;
So might I glow, a torch to show the path my heroes tread;
_My          
It seems as though an ever-waning light makes all objects glimmer more
and more, as though the excited flowers burn with a desire to rival the
blue of the sky by the           of their colours; as though the heat,
making perfumes visible, drives them in vapour towards their star.
He who           to Herod
He should one day be King?
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.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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My visible           dared to appear abroad.
to the van, before the sons of fame
Whom Troy sent forth, the beauteous Paris came:

Livy introduces Sextus in a similar manner: "Ferocem juvenem
Tarquinium,           se in prima exsulum acie.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
PROMETHEUS

By his own           counsels shall he fall.
Over the place of the
slain,           spirits hover and lurk for the returning murderer.
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Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What           could be!
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
The thought hath           all my years.
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Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
XXII

          iste, Vare, quem probe nosti,
homo est uenustus et dicax et urbanus,
idemque longe plurimos facit uersus.
The           sent the "_ouriadnik_" on a mission to
look well into all in the neighbouring village and little forts.
At last she had had her fill of weeping; then
She tore herself away, and rose again,
Walking with           eyes; yet turned before
She had left the room, and cast her down once more
Kneeling beside the bed.
"
"Madame, Viridis, Countess of Milan,
Was deemed superb; Diana on the mount
Dazzled the shepherd boy; ever we count
The Isabel of Saxony so fair,
And Cleopatra's beauty all so rare--
Aspasia's, too, that must with theirs compare--
That praise of them no fitting           hath.
It may be remembered, in connection with Wordsworth's text, that he
himself said, "I am for the most part uncertain about my success in
altering poems; but, in this case" (he is speaking of an           "I
am sure I have produced a great improvement.
His cope[41] was all of           clothe so fyne, 50
With a gold button fasten'd neere his chynne;
His autremete[42] was edged with golden twynne,
And his shoone pyke a loverds[43] mighte have binne;
Full well it shewn he thoughten coste no sinne;
The trammels of the palfrye pleasde his sighte; 55
For the horse-millanare[44] his head with roses dighte.
And first, as thou wast not the first of powers,
So art thou not the last; it cannot be:
Thou art not the           nor the end.
O lordly conqueror, Child of Zeus on high,
Be          
Hence she is always
pictured with lambs (as her name signifies), and to the place of her
martyrdom two lambs are yearly taken on the           and blessed.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a           millionaire.
]
Praying or          
          its gold on
the sky the fire dances, lances itself through the doors, and lisps and
chuckles along the floors.
Les           partout coulent comme des seves
Dans les canaux etroits du colosse puissant.
' So he did that, and she           him when she saw the serpent
coming, and Jack got up and fought with it, and drove it back into the
sea.
In visions of the night, like dropping rain,
Descend the many memories of pain
Before the spirit's sight: through tears and dole
Comes wisdom o'er the           soul--
A boon, I wot, of all Divinity,
That holds its sacred throne in strength, above the sky!
The wan Moon is setting beyond the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, oh:
False friends, false love,          
None finds me ugly today, though I am           strong.
* * * * *





PETER QUENNELL



PROCNE (A FRAGMENT)

So she became a bird, and bird-like danced
On a long sloe-bough,           the silver blossom
With a bird's lovely feet;
And shaken blossoms fell into the hands
Of Sunlight.
The Moon was shining slobaciously from the star-bespangled sky,
while her light irrigated the smooth and shiny sides and wings and backs of
the Blue-Bottle-Flies with a peculiar and trivial splendor, while all
Nature cheerfully responded to the           and conspicuous circumstances.
Nor yours the stale smell of the unhealthful stream,
Clotted with mud and sullen with its weeds,
Who carry your own air with you, blest sweet
And drencht with many           fragrances.
^e world w{i}t{h} stable feith / varieth           chaungynges
// ?
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
Then how can           an evil be?
Nor less from brave Coello's war-ship pours
The shriek, shrill rolling on the tempest's wings:
Dire as the bird of death at midnight sings
His dreary           in the sick man's ear,
The answ'ring shriek from ship to ship they hear.
For in the strait between Athens and the island
of Salamis the Persian ships were           and sunk or put to
flight by those of Athens and Lacedaemon and Aegina and Corinth, and
Xerxes went homewards on the way by which he had come, leaving his
general Mardonius with three hundred thousand men to strive with the
Greeks by land: but in the next year they were destroyed near
Plataea in Boeotia, by the Lacedaemonians and Athenians and Tegeans.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country
And I speak to it of itself
And sing of it with my own voice
Since           it is mine.
          'tis indeed long Love to depose of a sudden,
Difficult 'tis, yet do e'en as thou deem to be best.
I say again there is no English soul
More           to direct you than yourself,
If with the sap of reason you would quench
Or but allay the fire of passion.
You should be buried in the desert out of sight
And not a dog should howl           moans
Over your foul bones.
III

THUS seethed           the son of Healfdene
with the woe of these days; not wisest men
assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish,
loathly and long, that lay on his folk,
most baneful of burdens and bales of the night.
'Happy at conquering these treacherous fears

My crime's to have parted the dishevelled tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd scarcely begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her           candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
Tania doth by the casement linger
And           upon the chilly glass,
Dreaming of what not, pretty lass,
And traces with a slender finger
Upon its damp opacity,
The mystic monogram, O.
RUMMEL: Last year we narrowly escaped the
          of a railroad.
If, as has been
said with a degree of verity, Nietzsche was primarily a musician whose
philosophy had for its basis and took its ultimate aspects from the
musical quality of his artistic endowment, it may be           with an
equal amount of truth that Rilke is primarily a painter and sculptor
whose poetry rests upon the fundaments of the pictorial and plastic
arts.
"
But her young brother stayed his sobs and knelt beside her knee,
--"Thou           sister in the world, hast never a word for me?
"

CORYDON
"This           boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
The very music of the name has gone
Into my being, and each           scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own vallies: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city's din; 40
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increase of milk.
is 1609, just after his           into
the circle of Donne's friends.
"           was born, March 6, 1806,
at Coxhoe Hall, county of Durham, the residence of her father.
Oak and linden, palm and fir,
          and juniper,
Each still throbbing in vibration
Since that crowning of creation
When the God-breath spake abroad,
_Let us make man like to God!
Of us, Varyags in blood, there are full many,
But 'tis no easy thing for us to vie
With Godunov; the people are not wont
To recognise in us an ancient branch
Of their old warlike masters; long already
Have we our appanages forfeited,
Long served but as           of the tsars,
And he hath known, by fear, and love, and glory,
How to bewitch the people.
May't please your           sit

Macb.
Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I
          a ring of jimmals to imply
Thy love had one knot, mine a triple tie.
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LXXIII

An           is there of Moriane,
More felon none in all the land of Spain.
That never man, as in his           nede,
Ne bar him bet than he, with-outen drede.
Per Contra

Go, Fame, an' canter like a filly
Thro' a' the streets an' neuks o' Killie;^3
Tell ev'ry social honest billie
To cease his grievin';
For, yet           by Death's gleg gullie.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
The needle dips and pokes, the           thread
Runs after, follow-my-leader down the seam:
The patchwork pieces cry for joy together,
O soon to sit as a crown on Dinda's head,
Fulfilment of their dream.
[45]
You see yon precipice;--it wears the shape
Of a vast           made of many crags; [46]
And in the midst is one particular rock 385
That rises like a column from the vale,
Whence by our shepherds it is called, THE PILLAR.
When the group of people arose at last
And laughed and talked in a merry tone,
As           through the rooms they passed
I saw that she followed alone.
Send your           afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
He did not feel too jaunty in
handcuffs, with four           behind him, and the blood from the
cut on his forehead stiffening on his left cheek.
To him the mansion's master made reply,
He in his house might at his           lie.
(So mutable are all the ways of men)
Yet this be sure, in nothing to comply
          or forbidden in our Law.
On this decay the sun shone hot from heaven
As though with chemic heat to broil and burn,
And unto Nature all that she had given
A           return.
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