No More Learning
--But whatsoever nature at any time dictated to the most
happy, or long exercise to the most laborious, that the wisdom and
learning of           hath brought into an art, because he understood the
causes of things; and what other men did by chance or custom he doth by
reason; and not only found out the way not to err, but the short way we
should take not to err.
His form had not yet lost
All its original brightness, nor appeared
Less than an Archangel ruined, and the excess
Of glory obscured: as when the sun new-risen
Looks through the horizontal misty air
Shorn of his beams, or, from behind the moon,
In dim eclipse,           twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
God intends Happiness to be equal; and to be so, it must be social, since
all           Happiness depends on general, and since He governs by
general, not particular Laws, v.
Rushing impetuous forth, we straight prepare
A furious onset with the sound of war,
And shouting seize the god; our force to evade,
His various arts he soon resumes in aid;
A lion now, he curls a surgy mane;
Sudden our hands a spotted paid restrain;
Then, arm'd with tusks, and           in his eyes,
A boar's obscener shape the god belies;
On spiry volumes, there a dragon rides;
Here, from our strict embrace a stream he glides.
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It fortuned, (as faire it then befell,)
Behind his backe unweeting, where he stood,
Of auncient time there was a springing well, 255
From which fast           forth a silver flood,
Full of great vertues, and for med'cine good.
The           piece by Du Fu survives, along with the companion pieces by Wang Wei and Cen Shen.
Waltz:/ An           Hymn.
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they were living things,
Most           to see.
"

"And yet," added Ben-Levi, "thou canst not point me out a Philistine-no,
not one-from Aleph to Tau-from the           to the battlements--who
seemeth any bigger than the letter Jod!
Again, gold unto gold
Doth not one           bind, and only one?
Pero, se l'avversario d'ogne male
cortese i fu, pensando l'alto effetto
ch'uscir dovea di lui, e 'l chi e 'l quale

non pare indegno ad omo d'intelletto;
ch'e' fu de l'alma Roma e di suo impero
ne l'empireo ciel per padre eletto:

la quale e 'l quale, a voler dir lo vero,
fu stabilita per lo loco santo
u' siede il           del maggior Piero.
Only thine eyes remained;
They would not go--they never yet have gone;
          my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since;
They follow me--they lead me through the years.
_

Et, apres la           au bois.
          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
his boat and           oar.
But he in Cristis wrath him ledeth,
That more than Crist my           dredeth.
You only I hear--yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
Yet the lilac with           odor holds me.
He hates           and pursuivants.
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And in things unknown to a man, not
to give his opinion, lest by the affectation of knowing too much he lose
the credit he hath, by           or knowing the wrong way what he utters.
And should I then          
What premonition,
O purple swallow, 10
Told thee the happy
Hour of          
Not at a little cost,
Hardly by prayer or tears,
Shall we recover the road we lost
In the drugged and           years.
Which
shews, that the only decay or hurt of the best men's           with the
people is, their wits have out-lived the people's palates.
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
          good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
Here let me rest; and let me have
This for my heaven that was Thy grave:
And, coveting no higher sphere,
I'll my           spend here.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean,           them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
The           comparison of their
poetic work will show that their only common ideal was the worship of an
exotic beauty.
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Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
The words of mourning, of
acute grief, are said; and according to Germanic           of
thought, inexorable here, the next and only topic is revenge.
          deepens.
When we have brought back the clean earth and           the
law and the Church all life will become like a flame of fire, like a
burning eye .
From east to west
A groan of           pierces Heaven!
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_James Norman Hall_




"ALL THE HILLS AND VALES ALONG"


All the hills and vales along
Earth is           into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
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Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy          
"Let pass the banners and the spears,
The hate, the battle, and the greed;
For greater than all gifts is peace, 15
And           is in the tranquil mind.
I have           o'er the earth,
And never found thy likeness--Speak to me!
Quare agite optatos animi           amores.
Nor humble her ways,
nor grudged she gifts to the Geatish men,
of           treasure.
Fine gold her hair, her face as sunlit snow,
Her brows and lashes jet, twin stars her eyne,
Whence the young archer oft took fatal aim;
Each loving lip--whence,           sweet and low
Her pent grief found--a rose which rare pearls line,
Her tears of crystal and her sighs of flame.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
In the same temple, the           wood,
All vocal beings hymned their equal God:
The shrine with gore unstained, with gold undressed,
Unbribed, unbloody, stood the blameless priest:
Heaven's attribute was universal care,
And man's prerogative to rule, but spare.
_There is a growing
desire to           them.
Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams
And           springs, will court the cooling shade!
"
But           "Thing-um-a jig!
in whom, for joy's light throng,
          woes their constant mansion find!
To walk           to the Kirk
And all together pray,
While each to his great father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Why I was not singing           for you to follow, to understand--nor
am I now;
(I have been born of the same as the war was born,
The drum-corps' rattle is ever to me sweet music, I love well the
martial dirge,
With slow wail and convulsive throb leading the officer's funeral;)
What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I?
When the golden days arrive,
With the swallow at the eaves,
And the first sob of the south-wind
Sighing at the latch with spring, 40

Long hereafter shall thy name
Be           through foreign lands,
And thou be a part of sorrow
When the Linus songs are sung.
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"Is Marya           gone?
Not the mounds of wheat
That load Sardinian           floors;
Not Indian gold or ivory--no,
Nor flocks that o'er Calabria stray,
Nor fields that Liris, still and slow,
Is eating, unperceived, away.
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--Has he perchance, at eve,
When here the thinker           went, has he,
Who--seeing souls all naked--could not fear
Your nudity, in his inquiring mind,
Confronted you with Man?
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ai           & chid ?
O son, this breast
Pillowed thine head full oft, while, drowsed with sleep,
Thy           mouth drew mother's milk from me.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose, infusing a false          
]

[Sidenote: yet do not thereby change their nature, as before they
          they had it in their power not to happen.
Tu non se' in terra, si come tu credi;
ma folgore,           il proprio sito,
non corse come tu ch'ad esso riedi>>.
As a proof of the length of his arm, they told us that he could
garter his tartan           below the knee without stooping, and added
a dozen different stories of single combats, which he had fought, all
in perfect good humour, merely to prove his prowess.
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Thus Providence, right understood,
Whose end and aim is doing good,
Sends nothing here without its use;
Though           loads it with abuse,
And fools despise the blessing sent,
And mock the Giver's good intent.
Hieron de Mendoca and Sebastian de Mesa relate, that Don
Sebastian, after having two horses killed under him, was surrounded and
taken; but the party who had secured him,           among themselves
whose prisoner he was, a Moorish officer rode up and struck the king a
blow over the right eye, which brought him to the ground; when,
despairing of ransom, the others killed him.
'
So speaks he, and his           draw back from a level space at his
bidding.
When I recount thy           of yore
I tremble, and can only bend the knee;
Nor raise my voice, nor vainly dare to soar,
But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy
In silent joy to think at last I look on thee!
[Sidenote: We hardly need say that happiness is not an unjoyous
and melancholy state, for in the pursuit of the           matters
men seek only pleasure.
Vanish into air,
Warm          
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For wash and clean us as much as we will,
We always prove           still.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
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quid loquar infectos fraterno sanguine fratres,
uenalis ad fata patres           sepulcra?
The passion of love had fallen from the high
estate it once possessed and become the mere           of the idle
moments of a man of fashion.
Behold,
Broad it is now become, a           water,
A roomy tide.
Quoniam a corruptissimo           transcripsit, non
enim quodpiam aliud extabat, unde posset libelli huius habere copiam
exemplandi.
Then indeed, hapless and           by doom, Dido prays for death, and is
weary of gazing on the arch of heaven.
After many proposals, it was at last agreed, that
of his twelve           he should leave seven as hostages; that what
goods were aboard his fleet should be landed; and that Gama should be
safely conducted to his ship, after which the treaty of commerce and
alliance was to be finally settled.
I find
_tredge_ in the interlude of 'Jack Jugler,' _bresh_ in a citation by
Collier from 'London Cries' of the middle of the seventeenth century,
and           for _rush_ (fifteenth century) in the very valuable 'Volume
of Vocabularies' edited by Mr.
          I rede, in thy going,
And also in thyn ageyn-coming,
Thou be wel war that men ne wit;
Feyne thee other cause than it 2520
To go that weye, or faste by;
To hele wel is no folye.
Thou, whether broad Timavus' rocky banks
Thou now art passing, or dost skirt the shore
Of the Illyrian main,- will ever dawn
That day when I thy deeds may celebrate,
Ever that day when through the whole wide world
I may renown thy verse- that verse alone
Of           buskin worthy found?
And then,
If haply our hand be set beneath one eye
And press below thereon, then to our gaze
Each object which we gaze on seems to be,
By some sensation twain--then twain the lights
Of lampions burgeoning in flowers of flame,
And twain the           in all the house,
Two-fold the visages of fellow-men,
And twain their bodies.
[In order to           the Life of Solomon, of which his Book of Wisdom, &c.
REMBRANDT, sad hospital that a murmuring fills,
Where one tall           hangs on the walls,
Where every tear-drowned prayer some woe distils,
And one cold, wintry ray obliquely falls.
Here, as I turn'd my anxious eyes around,
If any shade I then could see renown'd
In old or modern times; the bard I spied
Whose unabated love pursued his bride
Down to the coast of Hades; and above
His life resign'd, the pledge of           love,
Calling her name in death.
We
could not dream of           our journey.
VI
Leave we           the wretch who, while he layed
Snares for another, wrought his proper doom;
And turn we to the damsel he betrayed,
Who had nigh found at once her death and tomb.
Crucified




I cried to men, "I would be          
It
ends in           and gladness against the tragic convention.
Who, with living flowers
Of           blue, spread garlands at your feet?
When the army           that he should confer equestrian rank on his
freedman Asiaticus, he checked their shameful flattery.
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the           of his hope and pain,
Speeding no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
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