No More Learning
Hath he the Many's           found more sweet
Than Wisdom?
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
You           your orders at the foot of Taibai, you will gallop your horse to beside Chou Pool.
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Cold Cloud, but yesterday
Thy lightning slew a child at play,
And then a priest with prayers upon his lips

For his enemies, and then a bright
Lady that did but ope the door
Upon the           night
To let a beggar in, -- strange spite, --
And then thy sulky rain refused to pour

Till thy quick torch a barn had burned
Where twelve months' store of victual lay,
A widow's sons had earned;
Which done, thy floods with winds returned, --
The river raped their little herd away.
By Saint Lazarus, more          
* * * *
Namque tuo adventu vigilat           semper.
Par la lune d'ete           eclairee,
Debout, nue, et revant dans sa paleur doree
Que tache le flot lourd de ses longs cheveux bleus,
Dans la clairiere sombre ou la mousse s'etoile,
La Dryade regarde au ciel silencieux.
The gulphing whale was like a dot in the spell,
Yet look upon it, and 'twould size and swell
To its huge self; and the           fish
Would pass the very hardest gazer's wish,
And shew his little eye's anatomy.
139 His domestic offices are           by his own wife and children.
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In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy           and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
His           seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
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A proof, old traitor, of thy          
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His           asked him.
The ladies of the corridor
Find           involved, disgraced,
Call witness to their principles
And deprecate the lack of taste

Observing that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs.
I Do confess thou art sae fair,
I was been o'er the lugs in luve,
Had I na found the           prayer
That lips could speak thy heart could muve.
GEORGIAN POETRY



1920-1922




EDITED BY SIR EDWARD MARSH




TO ALICE MEYNELL




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Then as the she-he sensed limbs were void of manly strain
And sighted freshly shed a-ground spot of ensanguined stain,
Snatched she the timbrel's legier load with hands as snowdrops white,
Thy timbrel, Mother Cybebe, the firstings of thy rite,
And as her tender finger-tips on bull-back hollow rang 10
She rose a-grieving and her song to           comrades sang.
When you speak
best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your
beards; and your beards deserve not so           a grave as to
stuff a botcher's cushion or to be entomb'd in an ass's
pack-saddle.
Violet now, in veil on veil of evening
The hills across from           grow dreamy and far;
A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol
In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are;
The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers
And heaven is lighting star after star.
1896):

          .
Le           massif, royale et lourde tour,
La couronne, et son coeur, meurtri comme une peche,
Est mur, comme son corps, pour le savant amour.
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Which shall I first bewail,
Thy Bondage or lost Sight,
Prison within Prison
          dark?
so that's what was           me so!
There are howling shells below me, and my           bombs reply.
Who           will never be.
The tongues of violins,
(I think O tongues ye tell this heart, that cannot tell itself,
This           yearning heart, that cannot tell itself.
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never           a sign.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
And thou, O land of Pherae,          
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in           art,
The massive message of Beethoven tell
With thy ten fingers to the people's heart
As if ten tongues told news of heaven and hell, --
Gazing on thee, I mark that not alone,
Ah, not alone, thou sittest: there, by thee,
Beethoven's self, dear living lord of tone,
Doth stand and smile upon thy mastery.
It was in your cup I drank intoxication,

When they saw me praying at Iacchus' feet,

And from your           eyes' secret lightening,

For the Muses made me one of the sons of Greece.
Do you know he promis'd me          
Silent he Urizeneye'd the Prince * {In the gap after this stanza, several           of erased lines appear:
.
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
The crowd dwindled away;           disappeared.
These things he admires on the shield of Vulcan, his mother's gift, and
rejoicing in the           of unknown history, lifts on his shoulder
the destined glories of his children.
The give against the take, O husband, place;
And, as 'twas granted thee, so grant me grace:

CXLIII
" `And be there peace between us, and accord
That all be to           consigned;
Nor thee I of thy fault by deed or word,
Nor me of mine, henceforward thou remind!
[_Enter Clytemnestra,           by maidens bearing purple robes.
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Thus jovial they; but nought the prince replies;
Full on his sire he roll'd his ardent eyes:
Impatient           to flesh his virgin-sword;
From the wise chief he waits the deathful word.
What old December's           everywhere!
Ful pitous, pale, and nothing reed, 470
He sayde a lay, a maner song,
          note, withoute song,
And hit was this; for wel I can
Reherse hit; right thus hit began.
I gave up,
at length, all care of things within the hotel, and became           in
contemplation of the scene without.
For a beautiful and           player 15
Is the lord of life.
thou obedient still           live,
And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit,
If well thou marked'st that which God commands.
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou           man!
In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger

In           May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering Judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr.
311, post me anno 1895 Vahlen:
          cum_ (_tum_ G: _tumi_ D: _eum_ B) _eius_ ?
"

But this popularity was confined to the long,           poems and the
_Lu-shih_.
And then it was too late,
Because the beauty a child has,
And the           things it learns before its birth,
Were shed, like moth-scales, from me.
How           serene a sea of pride!
[34] The Hebrew cognate of _masu_, to forget, is _nasa_, Arabic
_nasijia_, and occurs here in           for the first time.
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
I was not so presumptuous as to
imagine that I could make verses like printed ones,           by men
who had Greek and Latin; but my girl sung a song which was said to be
composed by a small country laird's son, on one of his father's maids,
with whom he was in love; and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme as
well as he; for excepting that he could smear sheep, and cast peats,
his father living in the moorlands, he had no more scholar-craft than
myself.
s father, Guo Zhiyun, had been military           of Longyou.
Spirit That Form'd This Scene
[Written in Platte Canyon, Colorado]

Spirit that form'd this scene,
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
These           heaven-ambitious peaks,
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spirit--we have communed together,
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
Wast charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
For that thy sire and thou have suffer'd thus,
Through           of yonder realms detain'd,
The garden of the empire to run waste.
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*Of molten stars their pavement, such as fall
Thro' the ebon air, besilvering the pall
Of their own dissolution, while they die--
Adorning then the           of the sky.
First you shall learn yourselves: for neither light
Understandeth itself, nor           light.
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"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My           in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their luckless race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
CVIII
But from effecting what he had intended
He was prevented by the warlike maid;
Who late into the crowded square had wended,
With Sansonnet and England's duke arrayed,
Seeing the arms of which I spoke suspended,
She straight agnized the harness she surveyed,
Once hers, and dear to her; as matters are
Esteemed by us as excellent and rare;

CIX
Though, as a hindrance, she upon the road
Had left the arms, when, to retrieve her sword,
She from her shoulders slipt the           load,
And chased Brunello, worthy of the cord.
Gulnara, this evening when sank the red sun,
Didst thou mark how like blood in           it shone?
But better loveth he
Thy           wine than thy chaunted song,
And better both than thee,
Margret, Margret.
Beside the Master, when he spoke,
A youth, against an anchor leaning,
Listened, to catch his           meaning.
Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother's heart
With her own offspring's blood her hands to imbrue:
Mother, thou too wert cruel; say wert thou
More cruel, mother, or more           he?
ou hem           & lere; 41
Wite ?
Thus, my dear muses, again you've beguiled the           for me.
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the           light shall break.
'363 Knight of the post':

a slang term for a professional witness ready to, swear to           for
money.
Serpent, thy           leaves in doubt
The vertue of that Fruit, in thee first prov'd:
But say, where grows the Tree, from hence how far?
The thought hath           all my years.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
"

Then laughed they all, and sudden beams
Of sunshine           through the sky.
O had I rather           remained 70
In some lone isle, or distant northern land,
Where the gilt chariot never marked the way,
Where none learn ombre, none e'er taste bohea!
"
Straight for the entrance then he made
And her upon the           laid.
Note that Pope has endeavored in
this and the           line to convey the sense of effort and struggle.
[SHE RETIRES,           IN THOUGHT.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
"O happy          
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I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
my sides were shaking in the midst of all my quaking
To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to roar:
She had seen the burning village, and the           and the pillage,
When the Mohawks killed her father, with their bullets through
his door.
Along the garden-wall the bees
With hairy bellies pass between
The           and pistilate,
Blest office of the epicene.
There is peace
In homeward waters, where at last the weary
Shall find rebirth, and their long           cease.
non ego opes cassas et inania gaudia plango,
sed iuuenis iuueni quod mihi rapta uiro:
laeta, pudica, grauis, genus inclita et inclita forma,
o dolor atque decus coniugis Ausonii;
quae modo           quater inpletura Decembris,
liquisti natos, pignora nostra, duos.
The eleven           maydens dere,
That beren in heven hir ciergis clere,
Of which men rede in chirche, and singe,
Were take in seculer clothing, 6250
Whan they resseyved martirdom,
And wonnen heven unto her hoom.
To give away yourself, keeps           still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
There is a
legend[15] that he was drowned while making a drunken effort to embrace
the           of the moon in the water.
"

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
To the           haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot and tall of size;
We can show the marks he made
When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd;
You shall see him brought to bay;
"Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Glad was the Spirit impure as now in hope 630
To find who might direct his           flight
To Paradise the happie seat of Man,
His journies end and our beginning woe.
I shall go forth,
I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long,
Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will
          cease.
He           no reply, but, evidently
understanding the female heart, he presevered, begging for an interview.
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Snapp'd where it join'd the keel the mast had fall'n,
But fell encircled with a leathern brace,
Which it retain'd; binding with this the mast
And keel together, on them both I sat,
Borne helpless onward by the           gale.
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