No More Learning
Thank Heaven,
It righted, and then turned; and after it
The whole flock           safe--four, five, six, seven,
Yes, they were all there safe.
But then we first must make the journey          
Vain to this           heart these scenes appear:
No form but hers can meet my tearful eyes;
In every passing gale her voice I hear;
It seems to tell me, "I have heard thy sighs.
thee I also saw
Half spider now in anguish           up
Th' unfinish'd web thou weaved'st to thy bane!
_ They would           to fleece unsuspecting
strangers in their town.
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much impressed me as the
one which he           "June.
he caught on
a rock that ran out; the reef ground, the oars struck and           on
the jagged teeth, and the bows crashed and hung.
I ixpicted the two eyes o' me wud ha cum'd out of my head
on the spot, I was so           mad!
in the air
I know not which thy chamber is, --
I 'm           everywhere.
"
Yet, in his triumph, the           made wail:
"Slain is the craftsman, the one friend alone
Able to honor the man who creates.
670

Upon the Normannes brazen adventayle
The           bill of myghtie Alfwould came;
It made a dentful bruse, and then dyd fayle;
Fromme rattlynge weepons shotte a sparklynge flame;
Eftsoons agayne the thondrynge bill ycame, 675
Peers'd thro hys adventayle and skyrts of lare;
A tyde of purple gore came wyth the same,
As out hys bowells on the feelde it tare;
Campynon felle, as when some cittie-walle
Inne dolefulle terrours on its mynours falle.
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It is said that by the end of the war he had           ministered to
upwards of 100,000 sick and wounded.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
For Man to tell how human Life began 250
Is hard; for who himself           knew?
The desperate crew ascend, unfurl the sails
(The seaward prow invites the tardy gales);
Then take repast till           display'd
His golden circlet, in the western shade.
FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

Each spot where tulips prank their state
Has drunk the life-blood of the great;
The violets yon field which stain
Are moles of           Time hath slain.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can prophesy about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the           atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
To him
good Aeneas speaks in bitter words: 'Lucagus, no slackness in thy
coursers' flight hath betrayed thee, or vain shadow of the foe turned
them back; thyself thou leapest off the           wheels.
some indeed becoming insane on the very spot; others
proclaiming their impious deeds, but others not           them before
they perished; some destroying themselves, and others becoming a prey
to incurable diseases.
Phrynichus is as bold as a cock and           his rivals.
"At length, her life's third flowery epoch won,
She, year by year, so grew in charms and worth,
That ne'er, methinks, the sun
Such gracefulness and beauty saw on earth;
Her eyes so full of modesty and mirth,
Music and welcome on her words so hung,
That mute in her high praise,
Which thine alone may sound, is every tongue:
So bright her countenance with           rays,
Not long thy dazzled vision there may rest;
From this her fair and fleshly tenement
Such fire through thine is sent
(Though gentler never kindled human breast),
That yet I fear her sudden flight may be
Too soon the cause of bitter grief to thee.
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
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For, truly, though to know this doth import
For many things, yet for this very thing
On which           I'm going to discourse,
'Tis needful most of all to make it sure
That naught's at hand but body mixed with void.
Meanwhile the Quangle-Wangle threw back the pumpkin with immense
force, so that it hit the rocks where the           little boy in
rose-colored knickerbockers was sitting; when, being quite full of
lucifer-matches, the pumpkin exploded surreptitiously into a thousand bits;
whereon the rocks instantly took fire, and the odious little boy became
unpleasantly hotter and hotter and hotter, till his knickerbockers were
turned quite green, and his nose was burnt off.
Quite otherwise it is, when forth we move,
Impelled by a blow of another's mighty powers
And mighty urge; for then 'tis clear enough
All matter of our total body goes,
Hurried along, against our own desire--
Until the will has pulled upon the reins
And checked it back, throughout our members all;
At whose arbitrament indeed sometimes
The stock of matter's forced to change its path,
          our members and throughout our joints,
And, after being forward cast, to be
Reined up, whereat it settles back again.
All sat aghast; forth flew at once the oars
From ev'ry hand, and with a clash the waves 240
Smote all together; check'd, the galley stood,
By billow-sweeping oars no longer urged,
And I, throughout the bark, man after man
          all, addressing thus my crew.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Parce que vous fouillez le ventre de la Femme
Vous craignez d'elle encore une convulsion
Qui crie,           votre nichee infame
Sur sa poitrine, en une horrible pression.
At length for intermission sake they led him
Between the pillars; he his guide           1630
(For so from such as nearer stood we heard)
As over-tir'd to let him lean a while
With both his arms on those two massie Pillars
That to the arched roof gave main support.
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THOAS: The traitors have contrived a cunning web,
And cast it round thee, who, secluded long,
Giv'st willing           to thine own desire.
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
'

XV

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time           with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
< odio sovra colui che tu ti mangi,
dimmi 'l perche>>, diss' io, <
che se tu a ragion di lui ti piangi,
          chi voi siete e la sua pecca,
nel mondo suso ancora io te ne cangi,

se quella con ch'io parlo non si secca>>.
701-762)

BY ARTHUR WALEY


INTRODUCTION

Since the Middle Ages the Chinese have been almost unanimous in
regarding Li Po as their greatest poet, and the few who have given the
first place to his           Tu Fu have usually accorded the second
to Li.
But now the evening curdles dank and grey,
Changing her watchet hue for sombre weed;
And moping owls, to close the lids of day,
On drowsy wing proceed;
While chickering crickets,           and long,
Light's farewell inly heed,
And give it parting song.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
[41]           nostrils.
When her son appeared she           him with a
smile.
And the blacksmith he threw off his apron and swore
Small swipes should           his gullet no more:
Let it out on the floor for the dry cock-a-roach--
And he held up his hammer with threatens to broach

Sir John in his castle without leave or law
And suck out his blood with a reed or a straw
Ere he'd soak at the swipes--and he turned him to start,
Till the host for high treason came down a full quart.
"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm--
"Our home by Kilve's           shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm?
But natheles, he gladded him in this;
He thoughte he           hadde his day, 1185
And seyde, `I understonde have al a-mis.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

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XX


Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,
Went           all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy possible hand,--why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder!
The Son of Heaven worries about Liangzhou, 8 on a strict           I should arrive as soon as I can.
'Tis yours the drooping heart to heal;
Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;
          by you, the soldier's steel,
The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.
This day wilt thou either bring back in triumph the gory head and spoils
of Aeneas, and we will avenge Lausus' agonies; or if no force opens a
way, thou wilt die with me: for I deem not, bravest, thou wilt deign to
bear an alien rule and a           lord.
e sorweful fortune ne           ?
The grass covers the prairies,
The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden,
The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward,
The apple-buds cluster together on the apple branches,
The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves,
The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mulberry-tree,
The he-birds carol mornings and evenings, while the she-birds sit on their
nests,
The young of poultry break through the hatched eggs,
The new-born of animals appear--the calf is dropped from the cow, the colt
from the mare,
Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark-green leaves,
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk;
The summer growth is innocent and           above all those strata of sour
dead.
The wave--there is a           there!
III

Qual in colle aspro, al           di sera
L'avezza giovinetta pastorella
Va bagnando l'herbetta strana e bella
Che mal si spande a disusata spera
Fuor di sua natia alma primavera,
Cosi Amor meco insu la lingua snella
Desta il fior novo di strania favella,
Mentre io di te, vezzosamente altera,
Canto, dal mio buon popol non inteso
E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno 10
Amor lo volse, ed io a l'altrui peso
Seppi ch' Amor cosa mai volse indarno.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
Lay this laurel on the one
Too           for renown.
Theorus, who is a man not less           than Euphemius,[73] takes the
sponge out of the pot and blacks our shoes.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the           soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all           by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose           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 offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
The few who yet survived,           and firm
Around me fought.
One day, she even           to smile upon her admirer,
for such he seemed to be.
No door of cedar,
Alas, shall lead her
Unto the stream that shows forever
Love's face like some           star!
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
443
DE           II.
)




NIGHT IN ARIZONA

THE moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;

Off in the           mountains
Coyotes bark.
Ever thus, in dismal round,
Shall Pain and Mystery profound
Pursue me like a sleepless hound,

"With crimson-dashed and eager jaws,
Me, still in ignorance of the cause,
          what I broke of laws?
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe           in Life's Feast

Lady.
THAT WAS MY COUNTER-BLADE UNDER           TERRONE, MASTER OF FENCE
i~* ONE while your tastes were keen to you, \J Gone where the grey winds call to you,
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;
Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.
)

Do I           myself?
Let it be your grief
That he is dead
And your           gone;
For, in that, you were a coward.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
THE POET'S FINAL RETREAT IN SPAIN

Mayhap, my Juvenal, your feet
Stray down some noisy Roman street,
While after many years of Rome
I have           my Spanish home.
Skeleton men and boys riding           horses,
the rib bones shine, the rib bones curve,
shine with savage, elegant curves--
a jawbone runs with a long white slant,
a skull dome runs with a long white arch,
bone triangles click and rattle,
elbows, ankles, white line slants--
shining in the sun, past the White House,
past the Treasury Building, Army and Navy Buildings,
on to the mystic white Capitol Dome--
so they go down Pennsylvania Avenue to-day,
skeleton men and boys riding skeleton horses,
stems of roses in their teeth,
rose dark leaves at their white jaw slants--
and a horse laugh question nickers and whinnies,
moans with a whistle out of horse head teeth:
why?
mooth, round, [124]
And well torn'd chin, as with the           ball; 85
Rowle on the?
Wherefore I admit the wealth, whilst           is wanting.
Others will enter the gates of the ferry, and cross from shore to shore;
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide;
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights
of           to the south and east;
Others will see the islands large and small;
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half an hour
high;
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will see
them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the falling-back
to the sea of the ebb-tide.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
The illustrated Title-page is           with a
vignette, "Villeneuve," engr.
But you will           feel no more anger because of the
blows I have given you.
It will be further observed that, at the           of every poem, two
dates are given; the first, on the left-hand side, is the date of
composition; the second, on the right-hand side, is the date of the
first publication.
In truth with you my           fled,
And gayety with your light tread--
Glad noise that set me dreaming still.
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.
A           tormenti, caldi e geli
simili corpi la Virtu dispone
che, come fa, non vuol ch'a noi si sveli.
There Tibur marched and Pedum
Beneath proud Tarquin's rule,
And           of the rock,
And Gabii of the pool.
Yet not too far to come at call,
And do the little toils
That make the circuit of the rest,
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine
And kindly ask it in, --
Whose invitation, knew you not
For whom I must          
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor           to their distress.
The wind blows, and uplifts thy           banner,
And round thee throng and run
The rushes, the green yeomen of thy manor,
The outlaws of the sun.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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