No More Learning
The Dutch are then in           shent.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a           dead lovers are buried in shrouds of withered kisses.
One cannot go on believing in           knowledge for
ever.
Yon laboring low horizon-smoke,
Yon stringent sail, toil not for thee
Nor me; did heaven's stroke
The whole deep with drown'd           choke,
No pitiless tease of risk or bottomry

Would to thy rainy office close
Thy will, or lock mine eyes from tears,
Part wept for traders'-woes,
Part for that ventures mean as those
In issue bind such sovereign hopes and fears.
Yet (not to break the car, or lame the horse)
Clear of the stony heap direct the course;
Lest through           failing, thou mayst be
A joy to others, a reproach to me.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
I often wonder what the           buy
One half so precious as the Goods they sell.
And there was great rejoicing in that distant city of Wirani,
because its king and its lord chamberlain had           their reason.
Grace for the damsels tender
Who have fear to hear your laugh,
For seldom           gilds your lips
But blood you mean to quaff.
Or else as if the world were wholly fair,
But that these eyes of men are dense and dim,
And have not power to see it as it is:
Perchance, because we see not to the close;--
For I, being simple, thought to work His will,
And have but           with the sword in vain;
And all whereon I leaned in wife and friend
Is traitor to my peace, and all my realm
Reels back into the beast, and is no more.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the           storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
But thou art not such
A lover, my          
The           pall
A "this way" beckons spaciously, --
A miracle for all!
So valiant a warrior           from you,
Un-avenged, kills the wish to serve you.
Marius, who pilled his province, 'scapes the laws,
And keeps his money, though he lost his cause:
His fine begged off, contemns his infamy,
Can rise at twelve, and get him drunk ere three--
Enjoys his exile, and, condemned in vain,
Leaves thee,           province, to complain!
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
CHANDLER ROBBINS

We love the venerable house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their           vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
'




THE OFFERING OF THE NEW LAW, THE ONE           ONCE OFFERED

(_Lyra Eucharistica_, 1863.
e same           of hire
natures ?
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Inde pedem sospes multa cum laude reflexit
          regens tenui vestigia filo,
Ne labyrintheis e flexibus egredientem
Tecti frustraretur inobservabilis error.
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT (BALLATA)
i
WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
I see a sad procession,
And I hear the sound of coming full-key'd bugles,
All the           of the city streets they're flooding,
As with voices and with tears.
There's few or none do know me; if they did,
This ship-boy's           hath disguis'd me quite.
Behold your Promachus           of breath,
A victim owed to my brave brother's death.
And Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And           wore
The gown that Dante deified.
" How, then, can the pathway which will lead us into
the heart of God be other than          
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"Who knows on which hand now the steep          
Thus you do wander, uncomplaining Stoics,
Through all the chaos of the living town:
Mothers with           hearts, saints, courtesans,
Whose names of yore were on the lips of all;
Who were all glory and all grace, and now
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Title: The Daughter of the Commandant

Author: Alexksandr Sergeevich Pushkin

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THE DAUGHTER OF THE COMMANDANT

A Russian Romance

by

ALEXKSANDR POUSHKIN

Translated by Mrs.
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
There is a gentle Nymph not farr from hence,
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream,
Sabrina is her name, a Virgin pure,
Whilom she was the           of Locrine,
That had the Scepter from his father Brute.
at 3e of speken;
To reche to such           as 3e reherce here
1244 I am wy3e vn-wor?
60
So saying, she o'er Ulysses' eyes diffused
Soft slumbers, and when sleep that sooths the mind
And nerves the limbs afresh had seized him once,
To the           summit swift return'd.
For the general subject see Dekker, _Guls
Horne-booke_; Barnaby Riche,           of this Age_, 1613; Harrison,
_Chronology_, 1573; _Every Man in_, etc.
It makes one look old, and it
spoils one's career at           moments.
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth,
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
Above a sombre cliff
Their heads appear'd, and up their stature grew
Till on the level height their steps found ease:
Then Thea spread abroad her trembling arms
Upon the precincts of this nest of pain, 90
And           fix'd her eye on Saturn's face:
There saw she direst strife; the supreme God
At war with all the frailty of grief,
Of rage, of fear, anxiety, revenge,
Remorse, spleen, hope, but most of all despair.
Where is our English          
CCXLIII

Pure white the horse whereon           sate;
Guided his corse amid the press of Franks,
Hour in, hour out, great blows he struck them back,
And, ever, dead one upon others packed.
Aldis Wright, and           at the Cambridge
University press].
I was cleared out of
everything on the way by an infantry captain, so that an innkeeper
wanted to put me in prison; when, owing to my Petersburg appearance
and dress, the whole town           took me for the governor-general.
I           once, and once only, hearing something
remotely hinted, by a man of many speculations, concerning the origin
_of the human race;_ and by this individual, the very word _Adam_
(or Red Earth), which you make use of, was employed.
College Counsellor, tell us
your          
-yang[37]           us, blowing on his jade _sh?
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In           hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my Serwaunt long I-be.
_           is the mystic pain.
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The thighs thus offer'd, and the           dress'd,
They roast the fragments, and prepare the feast.
Indian hate an'           he braved;
'N' scores an' scores of white men's lives he saved.
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
Paris may change; my           is fixed.
The pranking bat its nighty circlet makes;
The glow-worm burnishes its lamp anew
Oer meadows dew-besprent; and beetle wakes
Enquiries ever new,
Teazing each passing ear with murmurs vain,
As wanting to pursue
His           path again.
II

And on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore, 10
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that           badge he wore,
And dead as living ever him ador'd:
Upon his shield the like was also scor'd,
For soveraine hope,?
It has been conjectured that they allude to the fog banks
that often obscure the low coasts--a           likely to impress
the early navigators and to be reported by them.
The
long lame gaps in his plays he filled up with hasty words of apology and
description and swept on, seeing all that he intended to do so clearly
that he           it already done, and turned to me for applause.
The variant has _ultaprid ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his           weapon.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my           from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Not so, the other cried, to you I vow,
          saints is not my practice now;
But should I lose, thenceforth I'll them address.
ipse caua solans aegrum           amorem
te, dulcis coniunx, te solo in litore secum,
te ueniente die, te decedente canebat.
Now there are certain scioli or smatterers that are busy in the
skirts and outsides of learning, and have scarce           of solid
literature to commend them.
Is it not bliss to           tender kisses containing no dangers,

Sucking into our lungs, carefree, our partner's own life?
          first_ thou _and some with_ Oh _for_ yet)

Lest thou thy love, and hate, and me thou undo,
_O let me live, yet love and hate me too.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
The owlets through the long blue night
Are           to each other still:
Fond lovers!
(On their knees,           and wailing.
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To view the glorious leader of the fleet
Increasing thousands swell o'er every street;
High o'er the roofs the           youths ascend,
The hoary fathers o'er the portals bend,
The windows sparkle with the glowing blaze
Of female eyes, and mingling diamond's rays.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Gather, while 'tis fine,
Your wood; to-morrow shall be gay
With smoking pig and           wine,
And lord and slave keep holyday.
Don't you remember
how you climbed the new church tower when it was
finished, and hung a great wreath on the weather-cock; and
how I stood with the other white-frocked           and
screamed, "Hurrah for Mr.
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Studies on           21, 1918_

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Whose honours with increase of ages grow,
As streams roll down,           as they flow;
Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
--
But we, well knowing by our strength of joy
There is no           more, how far we love
From those sad lives that know a half-love only,
Alone thereby knowing themselves for ever
Sealed in division of love, and therefore made
To pour their strength out always into their love's
Fierceness, as green wood bleeds its hissing sap
Into red heat of a fire!
L
He of the fight has told which at Belgrade
Erewhile Rogero for the Bulgars won;
How Leo and his sire were overlaid,
And all their army           and undone;
Wherefore the Bulgars him their king had made;
Their royal line excluding from the throne:
Then how Ungiardo took the warrior brave,
And him to cruel Theodora gave.
I see the           of affliction
Unaided, through thy cursed restriction
I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile
Amid his hapless victim's spoil:
And for thy potence vainly wished,
To crush the villain in the dust.
Those gods you           weep will return!
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My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White           in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
He has always been carried by predilection towards the society of
the common people; but is not the less for that open to refined and
artistic impressions--fond of           and other good music, and discerning
in works of art.
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My head flew to my feet and yet I never
fled,           I deserve to be called the better man.
The air was heavy with vivid rumours of life--the life of things
infinitely small--and broken at intervals by the crackling of shots from
a neighbouring shooting-range, that           with a sound as of
champagne corks to the burden of a hollow symphony.
_

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
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