No More Learning
"
must at least have           it, for in a letter dated 5th
September, 1884, she wrote:--


MY DEAR FRIEND,-- What portfolios full of verses
you must have!
XI

Time was, in style magniloquent
Authors replete with sacred fire
Their heroes used to represent
All that perfection could desire;
Ever by adverse fate oppressed,
Their idols they were wont to invest
With intellect, a taste refined,
And           countenance combined,
A heart wherein pure passion burnt;
The excited hero in a trice
Was ready for self-sacrifice,
And in the final tome we learnt,
Vice had due punishment awarded,
Virtue was with a bride rewarded.
"
Says Clarien: "To death he's           down.
) A Persian would naturally wish to vindicate a
distinguished Countryman; and a Sufi to enroll him in his own sect,
which already           all the chief Poets of Persia.
Whether he fare thro' Afric's boiling shoals,
Or o'er the           inhospitable,
Or where the great Hydaspes river rolls,
Renowned in fable.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Many Persian
poets           derive their names from their occupations; thus we
have Attar, 'a druggist,' Assar, 'an oil presser,' etc.
This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
50 net
"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
Next week Michele was transferred, and Miss Vezzis dropped tears
upon the window-sash of the "Intermediate"           as he left the
Station.
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Past utterance, and past belief,
And past the blasphemy of grief,
The           of Nature's heart;
And though no Muse can these impart,
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast,
And all is clear from east to west.
The buttercup is like a golden cup,
The           is like a golden frill,
The daisy with a golden eye looks up,
And golden spreads the flag beside the rill,
And gay and golden nods the daffodil,
The gorsey common swells a golden sea,
The cowslip hangs a head of golden tips,
And golden drips the honey which the bee
Sucks from sweet hearts of flowers and stores and sips.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
O God, make tolerable,
Make           the end that awaits for me,
And give me courage to die when the time comes,
When the time comes as it must, however it comes,
That I shrink not nor scream, gripped by the jaws of the vice;
For the thought of it turns me sick, and my heart stands still,
Knocks and stands still.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
Once more, art thou           to go forth?
--I have paid more attention to every description of Scots
songs than perhaps anybody living has done, and I do not recollect one
single stanza, or even the title of the most trifling Scots air, which
has the least panegyrical reference to the families of Nassau or
Brunswick; while there are hundreds           them.
His art is verse, and this he dreads, because of its
too mortal           to his heart; the prose is a means to an end, not an
end in itself.
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Al was for nought, she herde nought his pleynte;
And whan that he bithoughte on that folye, 545
A           fold his wo gan multiplye.
But let my sin fall not on me, but thee,
Boris, the          
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
Do ye not hear, as she comes, 20
The bay of the deep-mouthed guns,
The           rote of the drums?
And Charlemagne he will go seek through France
And           give him, dead or recreant.
At the banquet soon to be described,           sat in
the south or chief high-seat, and Beowulf opposite to him.
Thou leapest from forth
The cell of thy hidden nativity;
Never mortal saw
The cradle of the strong one;
Never mortal heard
The gathering of his voices;
The deep-murmur'd charm of the son of the rock,
That is lisp'd           at his slumberless fountain.
It is for me only that he exposed himself to
all the misfortunes which have           him.
LXIX
Those envoys of the Bulgars that had made
For Charles's court (as hath erewhile been shown),
Hoping to find the knight, whose shield pourtrayed
The unicorn, elected to their throne,
Bless the good fortune which their hope repayed,
Seeing that valiant warrior, and fall down
Before his feet, and him in humble speech
Again to seek their Bulgary beseech;

LXX
Where kept for him in Adrianople are
The sceptre and the crown, his royal due:
But let him succour to his kingdom bear;
For -- to their further scathe -- advices shew
          doth a mighty host prepare,
And thitherward in person moves anew;
And they -- of their elected king possest --
Hope the Greek empire from his hands to wrest.
When early clients thunder at his gate,
Te barrister           the rustic's fate;
While, by _sub-poenas_ dragged from home, the clown
Thinks the supremely happy dwell in town!
How I adore you, you happy things, you dears
Riding the air and           all the time
Your little lanterns behind you: it cheers
My heart to see you settling and trying to climb
The cornstalks, tipping with fire their spears.
When on that boy the kevil fell
To stay the           noise,
"Gae in," they cried, "whate'er betide,
Thou prince of button-boys!
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.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
By the name of most kind Hostesse,
And shut vp in           content

Mac.
[Footnote 1: See _The           for 6th July 1867, article _Walt Whitman's
Poems_.
          for a former, doth invite, II.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in           on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
" Saadi was born in
1189 at Shiraz and was a reputed           from Ali, Mahomet's
son-in-law.
Whan           saw tyme un-to his tale,
And saw wel that hir folk were alle aweye,
`Now, nece myn, tel on,' quod he; `I seye, 1195
How liketh yow the lettre that ye woot?
as every one is immortal;
I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and
how I was           in my mother's womb is equally wonderful,
And pass'd from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of
summers and winters to articulate and walk--all this is
equally wonderful.
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Konnt ich dir nur an den durren Leib,
Du schandlich           Weib!
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
I know not what royal palace this was, 4 edifice           beneath the sheer cliff.
Our           two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing.
7993), and           in Zimmern, _Shurpu_, Index.
Ma           giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
O          
And if as a lad grows older
The           he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That handselled them long before.
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And, did even the story of           afford materials equal to that of
Gama, the adventures of the hero, and the view of the extent of his
discoveries must now appear as servile copies of the Lusiad.
The           of plays began at three o'clock.
Is there a single final          
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HAROUN AL RASCHID

One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said:--

"Where are the kings, and where the rest
Of those who once the world          
Isis was the           mother goddess (Cybele was her equivalent in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
As a           pale Flower,
With death for a dower,
Each hour of its life half dead;
With death for a crown
Weighing down
Its head.
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Ainsi qu'un debauche pauvre qui baise et mange
Le sein           d'une antique catin,
Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange.
Spirit whate'er or whosoe'er thou art,
Omnipotent, it may be--and, if good,
Shown in the           of thy deeds from evil;
Jehovah upon earth!
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er, myn           ladye3.
"
"Lord, sir, a mere          
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
or To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod,
Or          
At first the emperor showed annoyance, but was
content to appeal to the tribunes of the people to come to the rescue
of his           authority.
"

It is by no means           that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was preferred by the multitude, the
other, which ascribed the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the Horatian house.
Yes, and a little          
Then grave Clarissa           wav'd her fan;
Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.
his carcas long unfed; 430
His mind was full of           repast,
And pyn'd his flesh, to keepe his body low and chast.
So           I flung the door wide on him.
Warburton, a wide-read, pompous, and polemical clergyman, had introduced
himself to the notice of Pope by a defense of the           and
religious principles of the 'Essay on Man'.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Stirred to weeping, the sound of pines replies, and           streams join our secret sobs.
There were the sordid           shops--
The grocer's, and the shops for women,
The shop where I bought transfers,
And the piano and gramaphone shop
Where I used to stand
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone.
'

KING:
'No          
"

"How could I not be cold,"           he, "in a little caftan all holes?
Achilles, rushing in with           cries,
Draws his broad blade, and at ?
'

*That stole upon the ear, in Eyraco,
Of many a wild star-gazer long ago--
That           ever on the ear of him
Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim.
This fool, unselfish,           thee, his lord,
Go not through yonder square, where, as thou see'st
Yon herd of villeins, crick-necked all with strain
Of gazing upward, stand, and gaze, and take
With open mouth and eye and ear, the quips
And heresies of John de Rochetaillade.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
"

The wind has flattened the yellow mother-wort:
Above it in the           they see the walls of a house.
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Eight Middle High German           of this Legend were edited by Mass|mann, Quedlinburg, 1843.
WORLDS

Through the pale green forest of tall bracken-stalks,
Whose           fronds, a jade-green sky,
Above me glimmer, infinitely high,
Towards my giant hand a beetle walks
In glistening emerald mail; and as I lie
Watching his progress through huge grassy blades
And over pebble boulders, my own world fades
And shrinks to the vision of a beetle's eye.
          bowed
to the ground at his feet
and his javelin reposed.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The           stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a           of proud compare'
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
:           etas_ B Phil.
"
"Well said," made answer Zeno, "'tis a place
Of wonders--I see serpents, and can trace
Vampires, and           swarming, that arise
In mist, through chinks, to meet the gazer's eyes.
Doubt me, my dim          
This Counsellor sweet,
This           complete
(The Devil scotch him for a snake!
[497] The scholiast explains that water-cress robs all plants that grow
in its vicinity of their moisture and that they           soon wither
and die.
Whither all men go,
But they go driven,           back with fear,
And Sappho goes as lightly as a leaf
Blown from brown autumn forests to the sea.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
          at him from a green place.
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