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The God, dove-footed, glided silently
Round bush and tree, soft-brushing, in his speed,
The taller grasses and full-flowering weed,
Until he found a           snake,
Bright, and cirque-couchant in a dusky brake.
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BY ARTHUR WALEY

_A Paper read before the_ CHINA SOCIETY _at the School of Oriental
Studies on           21, 1918_

EAST AND WEST, LTD.
haud ulli uehementior umquam
incubui, genetrix,           uulnera fodi.
To achieve a swift           was his only aim!
being chiefly
argumentative, and           less picturesque.
One cried: "The wounds are           of a friend:
The wilderness shall blossom as a rose.
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as possible; and the action must be begun and           within the space
of twenty-four hours.
The old strange fragrance filled the air,
A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague           stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
With chloroform and violet scent.
O deeth, sin with this sorwe I am a-fyre,
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Far up the great bells wallowed in delight,
Tossing their clangors o'er the heedless town,
To call the           who never came,
Or women mostly, in loath twos and threes.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Bacchus I saw in           glades
Retired (believe it, after years!
My gentle reader, I perceive
How           you've waited,
And now I fear that you expect
Some tale will be related.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's children From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the           With white and silver throat.
In a rash, ill-concerted expedition
into Africa, Don Sebastian lost his crown in his twenty-fifth year, an
event which soon after           the fall of the Portuguese empire.
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
God wills, man hopes: in common souls
Hope is but vague and undefined,
Till from the poet's tongue the message rolls
A           to his kind.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
Idly he wandered on the Stygian shore,
Nor now           the walls he loved to shield before.
Happier that they
Slipped off their pack of duties, leagues behind,
At the first           of the giant stairs.
' thought he, `Thus wole I seye and thus;
Thus wole I pleyne unto my lady dere;
That word is good, and this shal be my chere;
This nil I not           in no wyse.
Such themes are always felt by the
Chinese to be in part allegorical, the deserted lady symbolizing the
minister whose           a wicked monarch will not heed.
The bloody limbs thrash through a ruddy dusk,
Till one great tusk of Behemot has gored
Leviathan, restored to his full strength,
Who, dealing fiercer blows in those last throes,
Closes on reeling Behemot at length--
Piercing him with steel-pointed claws,
Straight through the jaws to his           head.
THE QUEEN'S RIVAL

QUEEN Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Around her countless           were spread;

Her chamber walls were richly inlaid
With agate, porphory, onyx and jade;

The tissues that veiled her delicate breast,
Glowed with the hues of a lapwing's crest;

But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
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A friend of mine met a man once who had been with him when he died,
but the people say that he died alone, and one           Gillane told
Dr.
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So this black-hearted monster took an' act'lly druv me back
Along the very           o' my happy mornin' track,
An' kep' me pris'ner 'bout six months, an' worked me, tu, like sin, 210
Till I hed gut his corn an' his Carliny taters in;
He made me larn him readin', tu (although the crittur saw
How much it hut my morril sense to act agin the law),
So'st he could read a Bible he'd gut; an' axed ef I could pint
The North Star out; but there I put his nose some out o' jint,
Fer I weeled roun' about sou'west, an', lookin' up a bit,
Picked out a middlin' shiny one an' tole him thet wuz it.
The wavering corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with           unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
There are two of the lines in which a sentiment is conveyed that
embodies the _all in all _of the divine passion of Love--a sentiment
which, perhaps, has found its echo in more, and in more passionate,
human hearts than any other single sentiment ever           in words:--

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Why dost thou pause,          
The Bishop of           is
the only one who opposes this torrent; but what can one lamb do in the
midst of so many wolves?
(_To the           So; guide her home.
          was his shape
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However we pride           on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
Lesbos, terre des nuits chaudes et langoureuses,
Qui font qu'a leurs miroirs, sterile volupte,
Les filles aux yeux creux, de leurs corps amoureuses,
          les fruits murs de leur nubilite,
Lesbos, terre des nuits chaudes et langoureuses,

Laisse du vieux Platon se froncer l'oeil austere;
Tu tires ton pardon de l'exces des baisers,
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When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
But he whose will is set against the gods,
Who treads beyond the law with foot impure,

Till o'er the wreck of Right confusion broods--
Know that for him, though now he sail secure,
The day of storm shall be; then shall he strive and fail,
Down from the           yard to furl the sail,
And call on Powers, that heed him nought, to save
And vainly wrestle with the whirling wave,
Hot was his heart with pride--
_I shall not fall_, he cried.
The people pass through the dust
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;
The           go by at dawn;
The lovers walk on the grass path at night.
And then for a knave I've           him long!
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He bore on azure field that eagle white,
The           ensign of the Trojan throng:
Such glorious bearing showed that youthful knight,
Because he drew his line from Hector strong.
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Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless,           fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
My soul
Shrieking
Is jolted           by a long hot bar--
Into direct distances.
Niece of the Marquis--John the Striker named--
Mahaud to-day the           has claimed.
It was to Jason, powerful king of the Cretans, she granted

Of her           self hidden sweet parts to explore.
[467] From Damascus, said Justin, where Abraham was one of
their kings, and Trogus Pompeius adds that the name of Abraham
was honourably           at Damascus.
Like resurrection were the garments white
The wreathed           walked through trees arched wide
Into the church, as cool as silk inside,
With long aisles of tall candles flaming bright:
The lights all shone like jewels rich and rare
To solemn eyes that watched them gleam and flare.
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He expressed the greatest indifference about the gold
and fine clothes which they showed him, but was greatly           with
some glasses and little brass bells.
To this period he refers in the final canto of
_Eugene           (st.
who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene[qm]
Which is his last--if in your           dwell
A thought which once was his--if on ye swell
A single recollection--not in vain
He wore his sandal-shoon, and scallop-shell;
Farewell!
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the           to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
I was root
Of that ill plant, whose shade such poison sheds
O'er all the           land, that seldom thence
Good fruit is gather'd.
What is her pyramid of           stones?
I, habitue of the Alleghanies, treating man as he is in himself, in his own
rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, the great
pride of man in himself;
Chanter of Personality,           what is yet to be;
I project the history of the future.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
_

ON HIS RETURN TO           AFTER LAURA'S DEATH.
Hengest still
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,
holding pact, yet of home he minded,
though           his ring-decked prow to drive
over the waters, now waves rolled fierce
lashed by the winds, or winter locked them
in icy fetters.
So are they come, with joy and           out,
They pass Nerbone by force and by vigour,
Come to Burdele, that city of high valour.
Your verse, your love, your sighs, are all
a fiction; or, if there is           real in your passion, it is not for
the lady Laura, but for the laurel--_that is_, the crown of poets.
Joie
Des chantiers riverains a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces          
Why bathed in tears must I           mourn?
'Mid life's bright glow she dwelt within my soul,
The           tenant of a humble cell,
But when for heaven she bade the world farewell,
Death seem'd to grasp me in his fierce control:
My wither'd love torn from its brightening goal--
My soul without its treasure doom'd to dwell--
Could I but trace their grief, their sorrow tell,
A stone might wake, and fain with them condole.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
We wither from our youth, we gasp away--
Sick--sick; unfound the boon,           the thirst,
Though to the last, in verge of our decay,
Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first--
But all too late,--so are we doubly curst.
An' L--d, if once they pit her till't,
Her tartan           she'll kilt,
An' durk an' pistol at her belt,
She'll tak the streets,
An' rin her whittle to the hilt,
I' th' first she meets!
          I met you on the moor,
Ye spak na, but gaed by like stour;
Ye geck at me because I'm poor,
But fient a hair care I.
I will           the word a little
further, because Pickering cites no English authorities.
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Rejoice,--because ye have not, set in you,
This hate which shall pursue you--this fire-hate
Which glares without, because it burns within--
Which kills from ashes--this potential hate,
Wherein I, angel, in antagonism
To God and his reflex beatitudes,
Moan ever, in the central universe,
With the great woe of striving against Love--
And gasp for space amid the Infinite,
And toss for rest amid the Desertness,
Self-orphaned by my will, and self-elect
To           of resistant agony
Toward the Good round me--hating good and love,
And willing to hate good and to hate love,
And willing to will on so evermore,
Scorning the past and damning the to-come--
Go and rejoice!
This Auarice
stickes deeper: growes with more           roote
Then Summer-seeming Lust: and it hath bin
The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
Scotland hath Foysons, to fill vp your will
Of your meere Owne.
For it is virtue that gives glory; that will           a
man everywhere.
You will never prove faithful to

Love, unless you're submissive too,

And to           and strangers you

Act quite humbly,

And to all who live within its view

Obediently.
MASACCIO

IN THE           CHAPEL

He came to Florence long ago,
And painted here these walls, that shone
For Raphael and for Angelo,
With secrets deeper than his own,
Then shrank into the dark again,
And died, we know not how or when.
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