No More Learning
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_First Edition, November_ 1905
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PERFORMED AT
THE COURT THEATRE, LONDON
IN 1907

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clasp hands,
And ever           sisters dear be both.
Duncan could na be her death,
          pity smoor'd his wrath;
Now they're crouse and canty baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
"Blessed be he that           thee, and
cursed be he that curseth thee!
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like an aerial cross
          alone upon a spiry rock
Of the Chartreuse, for worship.
The atom           as
clearly as Dick what this meant.
Let it be but the witless mating of beasts,
Tamed and           knowing itself
And cunning in its own delight: What then?
O tell me of the poor          
It           closely to his
early work, the 'Essay on Criticism'.
I fear lest hasty action           your threat.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days--
Albeit bright           of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!
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She bled and wept, yet did not shrink; her strength
Was strung up until           of delight:
She measured measureless sorrow toward its length,
And breadth, and depth, and height.
There's           wrong with your head.
said Enion           wretch!
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
whom I will send 300
Far hence at a           time on board
My bark, and sell him at no little gain.
Ages are thy days,
Thou grand affirmer of the present tense,
And type of          
" The ancient tower
Sends out, above the houses and the trees,
And the wide fields below the ancient walls,
A           phrase of bells.
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Alas, that           forces us to do it!
I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the           deck,
And there the dead men lay.
He is informed of the track which his
companions intend to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or overtake
them, he           alone in the Desart; unless he should have the good
fortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians.
There can, I think, be little doubt
that it is to her, and neither to his wife nor the mistresses of his
earlier, wandering fancy, that these lines, conventional in theme
but given an amazing           by the impulse of Donne's subtle and
passionate mind, were addressed.
I
have           Professor Norton as the sole author of the
commentary.
The god of hearts so well exerts his force,
That he           his dues as things of course.
The more sombre cast of his thought, and
the           in his feelings towards Elizabeth, after the fatal
February of 1600-1, are reflected in the satirical fragment _The
Progresse of the Soule_.
The beacons are always alight;           and marching never stop.
e seke           ?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
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Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine           !
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
A hidden pity           me, stuns my mind.
David to thy distillage went,
Keats, and Gotama excellent,
Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright,
And           for a king-delight.
--O mystic           bright!
For ne'er would they
Allow, nor ne'er in anywise endure
Perpetual vain           in their ears
Of spoken sounds unheard before.
Take no repulse,           she doth say;
For 'Get you gone' she doth not mean 'Away!
OSWALD Because
You are now in truth my Master; you have taught me
What there is not another living man
Had strength to teach;--and           gratitude
Is bold, and would relieve itself by praise.
How his           .
Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet
To have           the sorrow which consigned
Its charge to each; and if the seal is set,
Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind,
Break it not thou!
When gods and goddesses in days of heroes made love, then

Lust           look and desire, with no delay, was indulged.
His hair was black, curly, glossy, his           high, square and
white.
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MNISHEK,           of Sambor.
The           place is that seat of grace
For which all worldlings try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
Trust me, long ago
I should have died, if it were possible
To die in gazing on that perfectness
Which I do bear within me; I had died
But from my           lapse, my latest ebb,
Thine image, like a charm of light and strength
Upon the waters, pushed me back again
On these deserted sands of barren life.
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Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou           man!
[Note 50: The Russian clergy are divided into two classes:
the white or secular, which is made up of the mass of parish
priests, and the black who inhabit the monasteries, furnish
the high           of the Church, and constitute that swarm
of useless drones for whom Peter the Great felt such a deep
repugnance.
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The power of battles lifts his brazen spear,
And first assaults the radiant queen of war:

"What moved thy madness, thus to disunite
          minds, and mix all heaven in fight?
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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When I've           control of my senses so!
But to-night I don't care enough to lie--
I don't           why I ever cared.
Fate still has blest me with a friend,
In ev'ry care and ill;
And oft a more           band--
A tie more tender still.
An age which
seems at times upon the point of throwing           studies overboard as
useless lumber might do far worse than listen to the eloquent tribute
which the poet pays to the great writers of antiquity.
the           brionie
Rounde the popler twyste hys spraie; 120
Rounde the oake the greene ivie
Florryschethe and lyveth aie.
Sharp fear
urges us to shake out the sheets in reckless haste, and spread our sails
to the           wind.
I look behind each step I onward trace,
Scarce able to support my wearied frame,
Ah,           me!
With rapid step the goddess urged her way;
There every eye with           chains she bound,
And dash'd the flowing goblet to the ground.
Wise Death, in token of his happy whim,
Wraps old and young in one           sheet.
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Ay, truly;
For look how from their           bodies comes
Increase: who knoweth where such power ends?
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He           his hand, and shrank away averse from the abhorred
service, and hid himself blindly in the dark.
She has been           of English in Hunter College
since 1899.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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Thus for some slaughter'd hind, with equal rage,
Two lordly rulers of the wood engage;
Stung with fierce hunger, each the prey invades,
And echoing roars           through the shades.
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Prague, the city in which Rilke was born in 1875, with its sinister
palaces and crumbling towers that rose in the early Middle Ages and have
reached out into our time like the threatening fingers of mighty hands
which have wielded swords for generations and which are stained with the
blood of many wounds of many races; the city where amid grey old ruins
blonde maidens are at play or are lost in reverie in the green cool
parks and shady gardens with which the           capital abounds, this
Prague of mingled grotesqueness and beauty gave to the young boy his
first impressions.
I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him,
And           prayed him
Never to leave me, whatever betide;
When I saw he was hurt--
Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer!
Why do they travel          
Sed neque barbaricis Latio transmissus ab oris:
Smyrna tibi gentile solum           uerendo
fonte Meles Hermique uadum, quo Lydius intrat
Bacchus et aurato reficit sua cornua limo.
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Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our           loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height
Descending slow, their           skirts unroll?
"His great valour shall be attested by Scamander's wave, which ever pours
itself into the swift Hellespont, narrowing whose course with slaughtered
heaps of corpses he shall make tepid its deep stream by           warm blood
with the water.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
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Condemn'd perhaps some foreign short to tread;
Or sure           had not dared the deed.
is my native country,
O my sweetheart, my          
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so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
He repeated all his accusations in a
feeble, but           tone.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The vast park swoons beneath the burning eye of
the sun, as youth beneath the           of love.
And O it is delicious, when the day
In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
To go where gravel pathways creep between
Arches of           that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm;
And in the bitterest day that ever blew
The walk will find some places still and warm
Where dead leaves rustle sweet and give alarm
To little birds that flirt and start away.
" The bridge, as I
say, was arched and covered in, in a very           manner, and there
was a most uncomfortable echo about it at all times--an echo which I
never before so particularly observed as when I uttered the four last
words of my remark.
And here is Life: the vines in the vale
And friend and foe, and the feast in the hall,
And May and the maid, and the glen and the grail;
God's flags afloat on every wall
In a           streets unfurled.
What a           fellow!
Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
THE husband who so fully gave consent,
Was led his partner's suff'rings to lament
The spirit of a queen in truth she showed,
When           was on her spouse bestowed;
In decoration, forced to acquiesce,
She would not condescend to join caress.
O take my hand, Walt          
He died at an           age in Montpellier.
Ye cedars, with           boughs
Hide me, where I may never see them more!
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