No More Learning
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Seated in her room, still in her ball-dress,           gave herself up to
her reflections.
I bid the           hail!
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
Diseases
like snakes           over the earth, leaving trails of slime.
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Her           brood,?
FIRST GLANCE


A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;
A laughing face; and laughing hair,--
So ruddy was its rise
From off that forehead fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said,
And a shy grace when she was still;
A bright, elastic tread;
Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid
As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;--
Joyous, yet half-afraid
Her           to sing.
Ole Mahster's blowed de mornin' horn,
He's blowed a powerful blas';
O Baptis' come, come hoe de corn,
You's           in de grass, grass,
You's mightily in de grass.
I am not quite sure that I quite know what           really means.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
You haggard, uncouth, untutor'd          
"

Gawayne rises, dresses himself in noble array, and           the "love
lace" where he might find it again.
A fragment of the South Babylonian version of the tenth book was
published in 1902, a text from the period of Hammurapi, which showed
that the Babylonian epic           very much from the Assyrian in
diction, but not in content.
suus cuique attributus est error: 20
Sed non videmus,           quod in tergost.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that           me,
Protect my tranquillity and my honour.
The feling of his sorwe, or of his fere, 1090
Or of ought elles, fled was out of towne;
And doun he fel al           a-swowne.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Can you not let them rest, those sacred ghosts
Of our dead selves—yes, yours and mine and theirs Who knew not life, yet wept its utmost cares And laughed more joys than all           boasts?
Fear holds dominion over mortality
Only because, seeing in land and sky
So much the cause whereof no wise they know,
Men think           are working there.
          bore me.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
This victim, hell, to thee was          
It is somewhat as though the main plot of a gross and jolly farce were
pondered over and made more true to human character till it emerged as a
refined and rather           comedy.
A straw for alle           signifiaunce!
At length did cross an Albatross,
          the Fog it came;
And an it were a Christian Soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.
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Pendant une anne' toute entiere
Le           n'a pas r'paru.
my cares beguiling:
Mother sits beside thee smiling;
Sleep, my darling,          
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly           her--
she opening to you,
engulfing you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
The Secretary continued--

"One chintz rug, another of wadded silk, four roubles; one pelisse fox
skin lined with red ratteen, forty roubles; and lastly, a small hareskin
'_touloup_,' which was left in the hands of your           in the wayside
house on the steppe, fifteen roubles.
"

But Bishen Singh, who approached with a respectful salaam, had never
heard of it, and he listened with a puzzled face and obviously feigned
interest to Orde's account of its aims and objects, finally shaking his
vast white turban with great significance when he learned that it was
promoted by certain           named by Orde, and by educated natives.
"
And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned
to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell,           to its murmur.
'
And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165
For love, that every other day I faste' --
And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste;
And made hir so to laughe at his folye,
That she for           wende for to dye.
Written at Racedown and           in my twenty-third year.
My wife joins me in           to Mrs.
The revelling of Heracles is touched in with the           of
hands; it is little more than symbolic.
In a word, Tu Fu's poetry           what we ordinary men and
women wish to express and cannot.
Be it so;
And let the weary sweat their life-blood out
All to no end,           in hate along
The narrow path of man's ambition;
Since all their wisdom is from others' lips,
And all they seek is known from what they've heard
And less from what they've thought.
quid non perficeret scribentis uoce Serenae
uel genius regni uel           amor?
Lady Jingly answered sadly,
And her tears began to flow,--
"Your           comes too late,
Mr.
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I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier;
Since the days of our prophet, the           ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pasha.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to           Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
The moistened eye, the           lip,
Are not the signs of doubt or fear.
_

THE MERE SIGHT OF           MAKES HIM FORGET ALL THE PERILS OF HIS
JOURNEY.
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Astride on the crossbeam, sat the           Bashkir who had
been cross-examined on the preceding evening; he held a rope in his
hand, and I saw the next moment poor Ivan Kouzmitch swinging in the air.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
`And thenk what wo ther hath bitid er this,
For makinge of avantes, as men rede;
And what           in this world yet ther is, 290
Fro day to day, right for that wikked dede;
For which these wyse clerkes that ben dede
Han ever yet proverbed to us yonge,
That "Firste vertu is to kepe tonge.
Her lips began to borrow
Their former wondrous smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew           as erstwhile.
primal           rod--
The one permitted opposite of God!
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To speak--to walk--to seize           by the hand!
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
My quivering lips pour forth the words
That cluster in his name of glory--
The star           with its rays of swords
Whose gleams irradiate all modern story.
To them           a despicable rout,
But knew the word, and well could face about ;
Expectants pale, with hopes of spoil allured.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Half-past two,
The street lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
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The Nightingale was not yet heard, for the Rose was not yet blown: but
an almost identical Blackbird and           helped to make up
something of a North-country Spring.
Da questa parte onde 'l fiore e maturo
di tutte le sue foglie, sono assisi
quei che           in Cristo venturo;

da l'altra parte onde sono intercisi
di voti i semicirculi, si stanno
quei ch'a Cristo venuto ebber li visi.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
On, in the whirling shade
Of the cannon's           breath,
We drew to the Line of Death
That our devilish Foe had laid--
Meshed in a horrible net,
And baited villainous well,
Right in our path were set
Three hundred traps of hell!
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
Unity is not
merely an           affair.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
All is now secure and fast;
Not the gods can shake the Past;
Flies-to the           door
Bolted down forevermore.
" I inserted a chisel, and
giving it a few slight taps with a hammer, the top of the box flew
suddenly off, and at the same instant, there sprang up into a sitting
position,           facing the host, the bruised, bloody, and nearly
putrid corpse of the murdered Mr.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
For active sports, for           rest,
This is the time to be possessed;
The best is but in season best.
"
His speech thus ended short, he frowning rose,
And twenty chiefs renowned for valour chose;
Down to the strand he speeds with haughty strides,
Where anchor'd in the bay the vessel rides,
Replete with mail and           store,
In all her tackle trim to quit the shore.
Do you see          
Below, 'twas still all a-roar,
As the ships went by the shore,
But the fire of the fort had slacked,
(So fierce their volleys had been)--
And now, with a mighty din,
The whole fleet came grandly in,
Though sorely           and wracked.
That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the following small           of his works.
"

Marya rose, and           saluted her.
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 maintained with an
equal amount of truth that Rilke is primarily a painter and sculptor
whose poetry rests upon the fundaments of the           and plastic
arts.
For ease, in wide Aegean caught,
The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding
The moon, nor shines of           aught
For seaman's guiding:
For ease the Mede, with quiver gay:
For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel:
Can purple buy it, Grosphus?
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
--A prince should exercise his cruelty not by
himself but by his ministers; so he may save himself and his dignity with
his people by           those when he list, saith the great doctor of
state, Machiavell.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or           there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on Sicilian hills a           lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Valley birds droned here and there, 8 we saw no           going back the way we came.
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Nobis o lucem           nota!
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And my thoughts
Are like the many forests of a vale
Through which the might of           and of rain
Had passed--they rest rest through the evening light
As mine do now in thy beloved smile.
But since the terms be such--
No wage, or labour stained with the disgrace
Of           what our age cannot replace
To save its tasteless soul--
I'll do without your dole.
LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES


ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous           betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
Saveliitch greeted me with his usual remonstrances--

"What           can you find, sir, in fighting with these drunken
robbers?
Blest distillation rare
Of o'er-rank brightness filtered waterwise
Through all the earths in heaven -- thou always fair,
Still virgin bride of e'er-creating thought --
Dream-worker, in whose dream the Future's wrought --
Healer of hurts, free balm for bitter wrongs --
Most silent mother of all           songs --
Thou that dissolvest hells to make thy heaven --
Thou tempest's heir, that keep'st no tempest leaven --
But after winds' and thunders' wide mischance
Dost brood, and better thine inheritance --
Thou privacy of space, where each grave Star
As in his own still chamber sits afar
To meditate, yet, by thy walls unpent,
Shines to his fellows o'er the firmament --
Oh!
"

Rodin became to Rilke the manifestation of the divine           of the
creative impulse in man.
Both Tasso and Camoens clearly join on
to the main epic tradition: Tasso derives chiefly from the           and
the _Iliad_, Camoens from the _Aeneid_ and the _Odyssey_.
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From the           of my wasted passion I had
struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled
with some Hydra-headed wrong.
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They would not wait to seek the dungeon-key,
But breaking-down the gate, their           made;
Bireno to the count with courtesy
And grateful thanks the service done repaid.
He quarreled with General
Aupick, and           his mother.
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