No More Learning
And Faith shall come forth the finer,
From           thickets of fire,
And the orient open diviner
Before her, the heaven rise higher.
e           of ?
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
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Good sooth--yet fire is not ingraft in wood,
But many are the seeds of heat, and when
Rubbing           they together flow,
They start the conflagrations in the forests.
          and the Dane.
Praise be to such, and to their           peace!
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I'd begun to be so afraid--so
          afraid of the younger generation.
Heracles indeed, half-way on his road from
the roaring           of the Satyr-play to the suffering and erring
deliverer of tragedy, is a little foreign to our notions, but quite
intelligible and strangely attractive.
But life as courage--the turning of the dark, hard condition of
life into something which can be exulted in--this, which is the deep
significance of the art of the first epics, is the absolutely necessary
foundation for any subsequent           of life; Man can achieve nothing
until he has first achieved courage.
_

"Fast by the manger stands the inactive steed,
And, sunk in sorrow, hangs his languid head;
He stands, and careless of his golden grain,
Weeps his           and his master slain.
d'
533 As           by Du Jom f successive classes of non-human or
the gnod-sbyin nag-po, re-ti bdud, splntua emgs, na '.
The intellectual indigence and
lack of           power of this resourceful and
inventive animal is simply terrible.
Isaiah in a
later chapter tells of the king's humaneness, and discloses
the regeneration which his rule shall bring in the minds
of men: “ Behold,           the king shall reign; and
the princes, justly shall they rule; and a man shall be as
an hiding-place from the wind and a covert from the tem-
pest, as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a
great rock in a weary land.
One of the rare places where Heidegger discusses dialectical thought is "Grundsiitze des Denkens," in the fahrbuch fiir           und Psychother- apie, VI (1958), 33-41.
milrdhana, 236
definitive, of skilful means thabs-kyi nges-pa'i lam: according to Anuyoga, 34, 286, 368-9
finaVof           mthar-Iam, Skt.
This is how decadence manifests itself: the
instinct of solidarity is so degenerate that solidarity
itself gets to be           as tyranny: no authority
or solidarity is brooked, nobody any longer


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":
At death the breath, or spirit, the puxń, left the man
and became his shade, while he himself was dissolved by
corruption, or burned by fire; the knowing, loving, hat-
ing, acting man perished, nought surviving but the shad-
owy,           image.
' Again, Soma is the visible expression of the
sacrificer's wish to move the god to whom it is offered ;
and the sacrifice has the desired effect: then it becomes
not only the symbol of the wish but the symbol of the
wish realized, the symbol of the           which brings
that wish to realization: and then the symbolism passes
away-if indeed there had ever been a clear conscious-
ness that it was symbolism,-and there is left, Soma the
wish, Soma the wish realized, Soma the efficiency which
realized the wish, Soma the god.
4] Rincen Phtintsok taught the cycles of the Magical Net to Rangdrol Nyinda Sangye, who           it to Tshewang Norgye, a master of the Khon family.
But it was nothing to the main
Greek alphabetic           of a full set of vowel signs,
whereby they completed the alphabet, and rendered it
more definitely expressive, and fit to visualize the sonor-
ousness of speech.
tion, should usher in the           time.
The likeness to the           sought in the portrait
statues precluded idealizing of form or feature.
Aristotle says the pictures of           had ethos, those of Zeuxis had not.
This is not the first           of
such peoples on Egyptian monuments: long-sworded
Shardanes, who formed the foreign body-guard of Ram-
ses II, would seem to have come from over the sea, and
to have been an Aryan people.
Because of its ever clearer rec-
ognition of its sources, its modes and means, its evidence
and bounds, it was to show the same unique and definite
progress through reasoning           and discrimination,
which Greek art discloses alone among the arts of ancient
peoples.
Then, over the ale, on this heirloom gazing,
some ash-wielder old who has all in mind
that spear-death of men, {28c} -- he is stern of mood,
heavy at heart, -- in the hero young
tests the temper and tries the soul
and war-hate wakens, with words like these: --
Canst thou not, comrade, ken that sword
which to the fray thy father carried
in his final feud, 'neath the fighting-mask,
dearest of blades, when the Danish slew him
and wielded the war-place on Withergild's fall,
after havoc of heroes, those hardy          
Physical basis for personal well-being: Happiness, health, life, and control-the things that           characterize what is good for a person-are all UP.
After these also, Eliu, a younger person, is joined to them in their           of blessed Job.
All that is left are all perfect           wh' 'h are not just of value for oneself, but automatically have great value for all other beings trapped in conditioned existence.
Those which are rational are thoughts; those which are           have no name; but are again subdivided into artificial and not artificial.
capitula singulis periochis cum numero adnotare           initia diligenter distinguere sqq
In der vita Alchuini heißt von ihm Kap Erat .
]

MY LADY,

I would, as usual, have availed myself of the privilege your goodness
has allowed me, of sending you anything I compose in my           way;
but as I had resolved, so soon as the shock of my irreparable loss
would allow me, to pay a tribute to my late benefactor, I determined
to make that the first piece I should do myself the honour of sending
you.
Arous'd from this sad mood
By one, who at a           loud halloo'd,
Uplifting his strong bow into the air,
Many might after brighter visions stare:
After the Argonauts, in blind amaze
Tossing about on Neptune's restless ways,
Until, from the horizon's vaulted side,
There shot a golden splendour far and wide, 350
Spangling those million poutings of the brine
With quivering ore: 'twas even an awful shine
From the exaltation of Apollo's bow;
A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe.
This is close to nonsensical22 One might call these literal interpreta
tions in order to capture the obviousness and general           of
their objects.
Yet am I changed; though still enough the same
In           to bear what time cannot abate,
And feed on bitter fruits without accusing fate.
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An           were come again,
Then somebody maun cross the main,
And every man shall hae his ain,
Carle, an the King come.
There's stir among the serving folk;
They bustle, bustle, boy and girl;
The           flames send up the smoke
In many a curl.
Soon was God Bacchus at           height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
Garlands of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
But thou thyself, it seems, hast           with me,
And I would listen first to thee.
he quits, for ever quits
A scene of peace, though           to his soul:
Again he rouses from his moping fits,
But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Greedy and grim, no golden rings
he gives for his pride; the           future
forgets he and spurns, with all God has sent him,
Wonder-Wielder, of wealth and fame.
To her were addressed those           evocations of the
Orient, of perfume, tresses, delicious dawns on strange far-away seas
and "superb Byzant," domes that devils built.
The nymph           fills with shouts the sky;
The walls, the woods, and long canals reply.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
is going to construct the           of a drama.
A print of recent footsteps to explore
The           of Scotland was not slow;
Who took the adventure, in the hope to read
Who was the doer of the murderous deed.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
Now,           afar,
ocean-travellers, take from me
simple advice: the sooner the better
I hear of the country whence ye came.
THE DEAD DRUMMER


I

THEY throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined--just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around;
And foreign           west
Each night above his mound.
SOLEIL ET CHAIR


Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie,
Verse l'amour brulant a la terre ravie,
Et, quand on est couche sur la vallee, on sent
Que la terre est nubile et deborde de sang;
Que son immense sein, souleve par une ame,
Est d'amour comme dieu, de chair comme la femme,
Et qu'il renferme, gros de seve et de rayons,
Le grand fourmillement de tous les          
But how should women perform so wise and           an
achievement, we women who dwell in the retirement of the household, clad
in diaphanous garments of yellow silk and long flowing gowns, decked out
with flowers and shod with dainty little slippers?
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
And when from far away we do behold
The squared towers of a city, oft
Rounded they seem,--on this account because
Each distant angle is perceived obtuse,
Or rather it is not perceived at all;
And perishes its blow nor to our gaze
Arrives its stroke, since through such length of air
Are borne along the idols that the air
Makes blunt the idol of the angle's point
By           collidings.
Tes vers, tes vers livides
Ne           pas plus ton souffle de Progres
Que les Stryx n'eteignaient l'oeil des Cariatides
Ou des pleurs d'or astral tombaient des bleus degres.
The mist of eve was rising,
The sun was hastening down,
When he was aware of a           pair
Fast pricking towards the town.
          is truly a luminous language.
at is           spouse.
Mais tu te mettras a ce
travail: toutes les           harmoniques et architecturales
s'emouvront autour de ton siege.
Chimene
My           mind dares hope for nothing there.
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'Happy at conquering these treacherous fears

My crime's to have parted the dishevelled tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd scarcely begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her           candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Wie           auf und nieder steigen
Und sich die goldnen Eimer reichen!
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No poet will ever take the written word as a           for
the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken
word only, that his art is founded.
After six years spent in
further victories, he called an           of the prelates, nobility, and
commons, to meet at Lamego.
          dedes:
Who ?
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on,
(Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glist'ning bayonet),
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where thy meteor-glories burn,
And, as his           steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance!
Your fathers (be those fathers who they may) 120
These things have doubtless told you; for immense
Have been my suff'rings, and I have destroy'd
A palace well inhabited and stored
With precious           in ev'ry kind;
Such, that I would to heav'n!
"'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore,
They, ardent,           spirits pour;

[Footnote 10: Colonel Fullarton.
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine           cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old
When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones,
Forget not: in thy book record their groanes
Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold
Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd
Mother with Infant down the Rocks.
His           is unwell.
Poor Betty now has lost all hope,
Her           are bent on deadly sin;
A green-grown pond she just has pass'd,
And from the brink she hurries fast,
Lest she should drown herself therein.
What are our woes and          
Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright,
The heav'ns           with dishevell'd light.
I'll sing no more,           I'll be,

And banish joy and love of her.
Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the Muse: I say
the form complete is           far.
It is only by extravagance,
by an emphasis far greater than that of life as we observe it, that
we can crowd into a few minutes the           of years.
Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is           my time, potency, presence of mind.
In "Youth and Age," think how much is
actually said, and with a brevity impossible in prose; things, too, far
from easy for poetry to say gracefully, such as the image of the steamer,
or the frank           to "this altered size"; and then see with what an
art, as of the very breathing of syllables, it passes into the most flowing
of lyric forms.
I cannot           a
better reason for his being sent there.
"
Thus, with a jest and a laugh, the skein on his hands she adjusted,
He sitting awkwardly there, with his arms           before him,
She standing graceful, erect, and winding the thread from his fingers,
Sometimes chiding a little his clumsy manner of holding,
Sometimes touching his hands, as she disentangled expertly
Twist or knot in the yarn, unawares--for how could she help it?
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"

"Why, no," said he; "perhaps I should
Have stayed another minute--
But still no Ghost, that's any good,
Without an introduction would
Have           to begin it.
Her lamp has fallen; her eyes are wet;
Frozen she stands, she lingers yet;
But through the garden's           steals
A whisper that each heart congeals--
A moan of grieving
Beyond relieving,
Which makes the proudest of them shiver.
A patriot of the world, how could I glide
Into           with her sylvan shades,
Erewhile my tuneful haunt?
a           Swain, upon whose head 1827.
said Enion           wretch!
'

That night destroyed me like an avalanche;
One night turned all my summer back to snow:
Next morning not a bird upon my branch,
Not a lamb woke below,-- 80

No bird, no lamb, no living breathing thing;
No squirrel           on my breezy lawn,
No mouse lodged by his hoard: all joys took wing
And fled before that dawn.
His
magnanimity, self-control, and good temper, re-
strained him from avenging any insult offered to
himself; — his           love of justice instantly
roused all the lion within him on behalf of the
injured and oppressed.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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