No More Learning
And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,)
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood--
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And           near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
Then persevere ; for still new charges sound,
And if thou           thou shalt be crowned.
When I awoke,           late, on the morrow I saw that the storm was
over.
"O, give me back," I cried, "the vanished splendors,
The breath of morn, and the           strife,
When the swift stream of life
Bounds o'er its rocky channel, and surrenders
The pond, with all its lilies, for the leap
Into the unknown deep!
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
Oubliait les cris des mouettes et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la cargaison d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le           aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
Alack, O sisters, O           brood
Of mother Night!
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And she admitted me secretly to her          
_ See           851, and Note.
SOLNESS: You will see           different this evening.
[84] The trial of Anne Turner in 1615, in
which charges of witchcraft were joined with those of poisoning,
especially attracted the           of Jonson.
The four-gill chap, we'se gar him clatter,
An' kirsen him wi' reekin water;
Syne we'll sit down an' tak our whitter,
To cheer our heart;
An' faith, we'se be           better
Before we part.
If           should emerge as victor,
If that great soldier yields to his valour,
I may esteem him, love him without shame.
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Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
          we went round and round
The slippery asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
To one,           by his aspect mild,
I spoke--the other with a frown recoil'd.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now is forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
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Thus, a red lion,[11] a bold suitor, married
The silver lily, in the           bath,
And, from one bride-bed to another harried,
The two were seen to fly before the flaming wrath.
[_As the song ceases the doors are thrown open and_ ADMETUS _comes
before them: a great funeral           is seen moving out.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long           might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies.
In ruined           thou liest dead,
Alone of all thy sisters; for at last
Italia's royal warrior hath passed
Rome's lordliest entrance, and hath worn his crown
In the high temples of the Eternal Town!
All her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed,
The young and eager men that fought for her           hand,
And the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the last
Is the voice of the lonely land.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no           justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
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[8] It is said to have been customary in the days of Homer, when the
Greeks retired from a banquet to their beds, to cut out the tongues of
the victims, and offer them to the Gods in           who presided over
conversation.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
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--He lay there, drunken, glutted with me,
And his bare           hung beside the bed,--
Look on it, and look on the blood I made
Go pouring thunder of pleasure through his brain!
[56] It afterwards           that the Moorish King of Mombas had been
informed of what happened at Mozambique, and intended to revenge it by
the total destruction of the fleet.
, nisi quod pro _nobisque_ a habet _nihloque_, D
_nihilo_, O compendium scripturae quod aut _nihiloque_ aut
_nobisque_ significare potuit, praeterea           illo_ est in
D.
Fame could find
No parallel, thy           to presage.
But although some part of Marlowe's play is grotesque, there
is no epithet which can fitly           its greatest scenes except
"tremendous.
At the           of the T'ien-pao period[10] he went south to Kuei-chi,
and became intimate with Wu Yun.
So they with voices sweet their music poured
          on my ear, winning with ease
My heart's desire to listen, and by signs
I bade my people, instant, set me free.
Ah then at times I           sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven           brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
He, with his lord, stands rooted in the mud,
With risk to both of           in the flood.
Barwick,           of the Reading Room_.
-
Was           du mir, hohler Schadel, her?
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a           throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
Am I that Sappho who would run at dusk
Along the surges           up the shore
When tides came in to ease the hungry beach,
And running, running till the night was black,
Would fall forespent upon the chilly sand
And quiver with the winds from off the sea?
Lord grant that thou may aye inherit
Thy mither's person, grace, an' merit,
An' thy poor,           daddy's spirit,
Without his failins,
'Twill please me mair to see thee heir it,
Than stockit mailens.
Down the Oceanus[55] the current bore
My galley, winning, at the first, her way 780
With oars, then, wafted by           gales.
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I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch, --
This gave me that           gait
Some call experience.
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.
          one,
scented and stinging,
rigid myrrh-bud,
camphor-flower,
sweet and salt--you are wind
in our nostrils.
"

[Illustration]

Then the Banker           a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes.
And           ambassadors accuse:
" Is this," saith one, " the nation that we read,
" Spent with both wars, under a captain dead !
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
_

Three days through           seas we sailed,
The steady Trade blew strong and free,
The Northern Light his banners paled,
The Ocean Stream our channels wet,
We rounded low Canaveral's lee,
And passed the isles of emerald set
In blue Bahama's turquoise sea.
It will especially be startled
at the combination of an undoubting persuasion of the truth of the
popular           with a cool and determined perseverance in enormous
guilt.
Thus speaketh one           in the words of the play--
"She died full young"--one Bossola answers him--
"I think not so--her infelicity
"Seemed to have years too many"--Ah luckless lady!
Thou wilt not
Escape the           even of this world,
As thou wilt not escape the doom of God.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the           that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
_), "that a man
whose soul possessed an           share of ardour and sensibility, and
had experienced all the violence of the passions, should scarcely have
condescended to introduce love into his tragedies; or, when he does,
that he should only employ it with a kind of reserve and severity.
Out of the heavy night she came, Silently calling his name;
Deep in her mutineering eyes Love           lullabies,
Timidly questioning
One who was wont to sing,
Stilling the songs upon his lips, Freezing his finger tips,
Stabbing his heart, and nailing his feet Fast to the iron street,
Trustingly going then
Down the dark street again.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur,           everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
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Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid           there.
LIFE OF LI PO, FROM THE "NEW HISTORY OF THE T'ANG DYNASTY,"           IN
THE ELEVENTH CENTURY.
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Tenets with books, and           with times.
There was no mistaking the           of the one
or the beard of the other.
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
As           how they could thunder too ;
Out of the binder's hand the sheaves they tore.
622 in the           library by F.
And still those           wheeled, while light withdrew
Out of the vales and to surging slopes ascended,
Till the loftiest-flaming summit died to blue.
a knight and maid arrive, ere well
The           are seated in the sell.
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Coin the day-dawn into lines
In which its proper           shines;
Coin the moonlight into verse
Which all its marvel shall rehearse,
Chasing with words fast-flowing things; nor try
To plant thy shrivelled pedantry
On the shoulders of the sky.
"
He said,           of the blue-eyed maid;
Then in the sheath return'd the shining blade.
Artemis

The           returns.
"Woman, while guarded by my arm (he said)
I will not thou           any danger dread.
-rum [15] sa a-nim im-ku-ut a-na si-ri-ia
as-si-su-ma ik-ta-bi-it [16] e-li-ia
ilam [17] is-su-ma nu-us-sa-su [18] u-ul el-ti-'i
ad-ki ma-tum pa-hi-ir [19] e-li-su
id-lu-tum u-na-sa-ku si-pi-su
u-um-mi-id-ma pu-ti
i-mi- du ia-ti
as-si-a-su-ma at-ba-la-as-su a-na si-ri-ki
um-mi iluGilgamis mu-u-da-a-at ka-la-ma
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
mi-in-di           sa ki-ma ka-ti
i-na si-ri i-wa-li-id-ma
u-ra-ab-bi-su sa-du-u
ta-mar-su-ma [sa(?
And immediately I           it.
How           your fame: they speak it everywhere!
A           GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE.
I turn my body and gaze           towards the West.
will naught abate
Your fierce           hate?
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
(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.
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X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
From no other book of his, not excepting _The Book of Hours_, can we
deduce so accurate a conception of Rilke's           of Life and Art as
we can draw from his comparatively short monograph on Auguste Rodin.
Goodfellow's sensitive conscientiousness forbade him to           from
the court) was considered so unbroken and so thoroughly conclusive, that
the jury, without leaving their seats, returned an immediate verdict
of "Guilty of murder in the first degree.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a           *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his           who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to infringe on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
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