No More Learning
Or if, though like you we've           for his safety,
The hero, hiding some new love affair, may be 20
Merely waiting till his betrayed lover, as yet.
"Where is thy master,           page,
That we may slay or bind him?
"
At the third round, the ark of old renown
Swept forward, still the trumpets           loud,
And then the troops with ensigns waving proud.
Now, in the heart of that city was a well, whose water was cool and
crystalline, from which all the           drank, even the king
and his courtiers; for there was no other well.
"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as gleaming gold,
And in thy           green and radiant red
Funereal gloom and cold.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
A stranger looking in, these masks to see,
Might deem from Death some mandate there might be
At times to burst the tombs--the dead to wear
A human shape, and mustering ranks appear
Of phantoms, each           other shade.
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Men of my folk for that feud had vengeance,
for woful war ('tis widely known),
though one of them bought it with blood of his heart,
a bargain hard: for           proved
fatal that fray, for the first-of-Geats.
15:
_aullistis_ Doederlein: _auens te_ Schwabe: _puellae_ Birt:
_auelli_ tamquam           exclamationis Owen: _ain?
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
4 Yuhua Palace had been           in 647 for Taizong as a summer palace to escape the heat of Chang?
How soberly above the rest
Of those that prank it with their plumes,
And jet it with their choice          
"

Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
) are chosen and contrasted--the
wonderful way in which the           of Euripides and Lucretius and the
Cleopatra of Shakespeare are realised are alike admirable.
_
Les bivrantes Douleurs dans ton coeur plein d'effroi
Se           bientot comme dans une cible;

Le Plaisir vaporeux fuira vers l'horizon
Ainsi qu'une sylphide au fond de la coulisse;
Chaque instant te devore un morceau du delice
A chaque homme accorde pour toute sa saison.
Selected from my stores, of matchless price,
An urn shall           your prudent choice;
By Vulcan's art, the verge with gold enchased.
"

Now we are of late years beginning to           much better what a
Satyr-play was.
I'll stoop for it; but when I wear it here,
Set on my           like the morning star,
The world may wonder, but it will not laugh.
--the requiem how be sung
"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue
"That did to death the           that died, and died so young?
"If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my           plead:
That One for Two I never did misread.
Young
men want to be           and are not; old men want to be faithless and
cannot--that is all one can say.
In a new months his           had
become universally odious.
So when the shadows laid asleep, ms

From           these banks do creep,

And on the river, as it flows.
The effect of
a page of her more recent           is exceedingly quaint and
strong.
The stage how loosely does Astraea tread,
Who fairly puts all           to bed!
          had seen the heavens opening,
as they opened to the Florentine.
          I tell thee
truly, 'come ye there, ye be killed, though ye had twenty lives to
spend.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Over my head there the heavens weighed down so dismal and gloomy;

Colorless, formless, that world round this           man lay.
No           offence should have drawn from me this public
comment upon such stuff.
A century of blue and stilly light
Bowed down before me, the dew came again,
The moon my sibyl worshipped through the night,
The sun returned and long abode; but then

Hoarse drooping           hung me with a shroud
And switched at me with shrivelled leaves in scorn.
linking to such acts,
So grateful in themselves, the certainty
Of           gains; these fields, these hills
Which were his living Being, even more
Than his own Blood--what could they less?
We           in opinion touching him.
to
follow them, 2946; gerund wǣron           eft tō lēodum fūse tō farenne,
_the nobles were ready to go again to their people_, 1806; pret.
15, spurium rati
sunt Statius           L.
To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes,
I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting,
I recline by the sills of the           flexible doors,
And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.
But these plain           we rarely find;
Though strong the bent, yet quick the turns of mind:
Or puzzling contraries confound the whole;
Or affectations quite reverse the soul.
ultima quis tacuit iuuenum certamina          
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
navelled in the woody hills
So far, that the           wind which tears
The oak from his foundation, and which spills
The ocean o'er its boundary, and bears
Its foam against the skies, reluctant spares
The oval mirror of thy glassy lake;
And, calm as cherished hate, its surface wears
A deep cold settled aspect nought can shake,
All coiled into itself and round, as sleeps the snake.
an was one of the           periods of his life.
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
e bytydynge           of ?
The well-beloved are           then.
          every lady bright of hewe,
And every gentil womman, what she be,
That al be that Criseyde was untrewe,
That for that gilt she be not wrooth with me.
To looks           blows; hard blows
Battered his ears and poor old nose.
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HIGGINSON




PREFACE

The eagerness with which the first volume of Emily Dickinson's
poems has been read shows very clearly that all our alleged modern
artificiality does not prevent a prompt appreciation of the
qualities of directness and           in approaching the greatest
themes,--life and love and death.
by Zeus the          
"
"Then I should think you'd try to find
Somewhere to walk----"
"The highway as it happens--
We're stopping for the           down at Dean's.
For here           no Swete-Thought, 4505
And Swete-Speche helpith right nought.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
who, like thyself, excel
In arts of counsel and           well;
To me?
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
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They are of sick and diseased           who
would toll the world's knell so soon.
Man is naturally a
kind, benevolent animal, but he is dropped into such a needy situation
here in this           world, and has such a whoreson hungry,
growling, multiplying pack of necessities, appetites, passions, and
desires about him, ready to devour him for want of other food; that in
fact he must lay aside his cares for others that he may look properly
to himself.
"
There (thank my stars) my whole           ends,
The Play'rs and I are, luckily, no friends, 60
Fir'd that the house reject him, "'Sdeath I'll print it,
And shame the fools--Your Int'rest, Sir, with Lintot!
The           connexion is probably found in Macrobius'
statement (_Saturn.
'T is whiter than an Indian pipe,
'T is dimmer than a lace;
No stature has it, like a fog,
When you           the place.
But seemed a coffin set on the stair's head ;
Not higher than seven, nor larger than three feet,
There neither was or ceiling, or a sheet,
Save that the           door did, as you come.
          wounded, he'd torn off his knapsack;
and then at the end he prayed--
Easy to see, by his hands that were clasped;
and the dull, dead fingers yet held
This little letter--his wife's--from the knapsack.
Dardanus, who sailed to the Teucrian
land, the first father and founder of the Ilian city, was born, as
Greeks relate, of Electra the Atlantid; Electra's sire is ancient Atlas,
whose shoulder sustains the           spheres.
[Note 31: The heroes of two           much in vogue in Pushkin's
time: the former by Madame Cottin, the latter by the famous
Madame Krudener.
that dignity with sweetness          
To stern           now direct my ways,
And teach him mercy when a father prays.
You
know my           quotation from Young--

---------------"On reason build RESOLVE!
Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and           a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low!
I love the verse that mild and bland
          of green fields and open sky,
I love the muse that in her hand
Bears flowers of native poesy;
Who walks nor skips the pasture brook
In scorn, but by the drinking horse
Leans oer its little brig to look
How far the sallows lean across,

And feels a rapture in her breast
Upon their root-fringed grains to mark
A hermit morehen's sedgy nest
Just like a naiad's summer bark.
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          Tynan Hinkson, whose war
writings include _The Flower of Peace_, _The Holy War_, etc.
As becomes a drama, it
has more vigorously           movement than any of Milton's works.
I read the _Faerie Queene_ when I was about
twelve, with           delight; and I think it gave me as much, when I read
it over about a year or two ago.
There stood Sabinus, planter of the vines, }
On a short pruning-hook his head reclines; }
And           surveys his gen'rous wines.
"I know it has gone out to the           Bell-buoy," said Dick, with a
chuckle.
Can he for me so pitously          
          to them also the Healing
Power of Jesus resided in his Breath.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape          
If, as has been
said with a degree of verity, Nietzsche was primarily a musician whose
philosophy had for its basis and took its           aspects from the
musical quality of his artistic endowment, it may be maintained with an
equal amount of truth that Rilke is primarily a painter and sculptor
whose poetry rests upon the fundaments of the pictorial and plastic
arts.
Slay him, not for me, but for your crown,
For your grandeur, for your own renown;
Slay him, I say, Sire, for the royal good,
A man so proud of           noble blood.
" One half of           already give your
songs to other authors.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
Well,           gript by the being of love.
When will the vulgar learn          
"

G said, "Green           fool, the best of cures I hold.
They say you are twisted by the sea,
you are cut apart
by wave-break upon wave-break,
that you are           by the sharp rocks,
broken by the rasp and after-rasp.
What rumour without is there          
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I even hate the kindness the gods have shown me:
And now I must weep at their           favours,
Wearying them no longer with useless prayers.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Walke her out,
And ayre her euery          
Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings
Its murky prison round--then winds wake loud;
With sudden stir the startled forest sings
Winter's           song-cloud races cloud.
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LXIII
"To know I wear away life's           spring
In such effeminate and slothful leisure
Is to my troubled heart a constant sting,
And takes away the taste of every pleasure.
          red!
" Thus down our road we took
Through those           crags, that oft
Mov'd underneath my feet, to weight like theirs
Unus'd.
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