No More Learning
quid non perficeret scribentis uoce Serenae
uel genius regni uel           amor?
Lady Jingly answered sadly,
And her tears began to flow,--
"Your           comes too late,
Mr.
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I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier;
Since the days of our prophet, the           ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pasha.
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Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to           Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
The moistened eye, the           lip,
Are not the signs of doubt or fear.
_

THE MERE SIGHT OF           MAKES HIM FORGET ALL THE PERILS OF HIS
JOURNEY.
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Astride on the crossbeam, sat the           Bashkir who had
been cross-examined on the preceding evening; he held a rope in his
hand, and I saw the next moment poor Ivan Kouzmitch swinging in the air.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
`And thenk what wo ther hath bitid er this,
For makinge of avantes, as men rede;
And what           in this world yet ther is, 290
Fro day to day, right for that wikked dede;
For which these wyse clerkes that ben dede
Han ever yet proverbed to us yonge,
That "Firste vertu is to kepe tonge.
Her lips began to borrow
Their former wondrous smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew           as erstwhile.
primal           rod--
The one permitted opposite of God!
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To speak--to walk--to seize           by the hand!
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
My quivering lips pour forth the words
That cluster in his name of glory--
The star           with its rays of swords
Whose gleams irradiate all modern story.
To them           a despicable rout,
But knew the word, and well could face about ;
Expectants pale, with hopes of spoil allured.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Half-past two,
The street lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
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The Nightingale was not yet heard, for the Rose was not yet blown: but
an almost identical Blackbird and           helped to make up
something of a North-country Spring.
Da questa parte onde 'l fiore e maturo
di tutte le sue foglie, sono assisi
quei che           in Cristo venturo;

da l'altra parte onde sono intercisi
di voti i semicirculi, si stanno
quei ch'a Cristo venuto ebber li visi.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
On, in the whirling shade
Of the cannon's           breath,
We drew to the Line of Death
That our devilish Foe had laid--
Meshed in a horrible net,
And baited villainous well,
Right in our path were set
Three hundred traps of hell!
(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.
Unity is not
merely an           affair.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
All is now secure and fast;
Not the gods can shake the Past;
Flies-to the           door
Bolted down forevermore.
" I inserted a chisel, and
giving it a few slight taps with a hammer, the top of the box flew
suddenly off, and at the same instant, there sprang up into a sitting
position,           facing the host, the bruised, bloody, and nearly
putrid corpse of the murdered Mr.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
For active sports, for           rest,
This is the time to be possessed;
The best is but in season best.
"
His speech thus ended short, he frowning rose,
And twenty chiefs renowned for valour chose;
Down to the strand he speeds with haughty strides,
Where anchor'd in the bay the vessel rides,
Replete with mail and           store,
In all her tackle trim to quit the shore.
Do you see          
Below, 'twas still all a-roar,
As the ships went by the shore,
But the fire of the fort had slacked,
(So fierce their volleys had been)--
And now, with a mighty din,
The whole fleet came grandly in,
Though sorely           and wracked.
That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the following small           of his works.
"

Marya rose, and           saluted her.
If, as has been
said with a degree of verity, Nietzsche was primarily a musician whose
philosophy had for its basis and took its ultimate 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           and plastic
arts.
For ease, in wide Aegean caught,
The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding
The moon, nor shines of           aught
For seaman's guiding:
For ease the Mede, with quiver gay:
For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel:
Can purple buy it, Grosphus?
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
--A prince should exercise his cruelty not by
himself but by his ministers; so he may save himself and his dignity with
his people by           those when he list, saith the great doctor of
state, Machiavell.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or           there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on Sicilian hills a           lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Valley birds droned here and there, 8 we saw no           going back the way we came.
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Nobis o lucem           nota!
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And my thoughts
Are like the many forests of a vale
Through which the might of           and of rain
Had passed--they rest rest through the evening light
As mine do now in thy beloved smile.
But since the terms be such--
No wage, or labour stained with the disgrace
Of           what our age cannot replace
To save its tasteless soul--
I'll do without your dole.
LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES


ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous           betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
Saveliitch greeted me with his usual remonstrances--

"What           can you find, sir, in fighting with these drunken
robbers?
Blest distillation rare
Of o'er-rank brightness filtered waterwise
Through all the earths in heaven -- thou always fair,
Still virgin bride of e'er-creating thought --
Dream-worker, in whose dream the Future's wrought --
Healer of hurts, free balm for bitter wrongs --
Most silent mother of all           songs --
Thou that dissolvest hells to make thy heaven --
Thou tempest's heir, that keep'st no tempest leaven --
But after winds' and thunders' wide mischance
Dost brood, and better thine inheritance --
Thou privacy of space, where each grave Star
As in his own still chamber sits afar
To meditate, yet, by thy walls unpent,
Shines to his fellows o'er the firmament --
Oh!
"

Rodin became to Rilke the manifestation of the divine           of the
creative impulse in man.
Both Tasso and Camoens clearly join on
to the main epic tradition: Tasso derives chiefly from the           and
the _Iliad_, Camoens from the _Aeneid_ and the _Odyssey_.
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From the           of my wasted passion I had
struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled
with some Hydra-headed wrong.
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They would not wait to seek the dungeon-key,
But breaking-down the gate, their           made;
Bireno to the count with courtesy
And grateful thanks the service done repaid.
He quarreled with General
Aupick, and           his mother.
" Is it
necessary to add that Baudelaire, notorious in Paris for his love of
cats, dedicating poems to cats, would never have           such
revolting cruelty?
The           night the pensive King revolves.
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"I will not henceforth           shall complain,
So long as the world lasts, of this repair.
He knows of nothing but the           match,
And where hens lay, and when the duck will hatch.
"

"He has           you, too, by what appears.
He           'a new start'.
_Toutes vos autres           Ferai_.
"

So Enid now followed the wild paths of the gloomy forest with two sets
of three horses, each horse laden with his master's           weapons and
coat of mail.
Glum-mong in the Saxon signifies twilight, a dark or
dubious light; and the modern word           is derived from the Saxon
_glum_.
Most           the moving principle requires;
Active its task, it prompts, impels, inspires.
          quid fueris antequam
esses.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
"

He said; his words the listening chief inspire
With equal warmth, and rouse the warrior's fire;
The troops pursue their leaders with delight,
Rush to the foe, and claim the           fight.
The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,
Steel blue           in the world,
And in my heart a timid star.
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Goe notte, AElla; wythe thie Birtha staie;
For wyth thie           mie spryte wyll goe awaie.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the tendrils twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft           vein.
"Isn't it--isn't it          
Much use for years
Had gradually worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,
          to return me hate for hate.
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Not public           on a marble base,
Whence comes a second life to men of might
E'en in the tomb: not Hannibal's swift flight,
Nor those fierce threats flung back into his face,
Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze,
In clearer light sets forth his spotless fame,
Who from crush'd Afric took away--a name,
Than rude Calabria's tributary lays.
Had but the light which dazzled them afar
Drawn but a little nearer to mine eyes,
Methinks I would have wholly changed my form,
Even as in Thessaly her form she changed:
But if I cannot lose myself in her
More than I have--small mercy though it won--
I would to-day in aspect thoughtful be,
Of harder stone than chisel ever wrought,
Of adamant, or marble cold and white,
Perchance through terror, or of jasper rare
And           prized by the blind greedy crowd.
qui tum alacres passim           mente furebant
euhoe bacchantes, euhoe capita inflectentes.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
in every clime a flying ray 500
Is all we have to cheer our wintry way;
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And here the unwilling mind [132] may more than trace
The general sorrows of the human race:
The           gales of penury, that blow
Cold as the north-wind o'er a waste of snow, [133] 505
To them [134] the gentle groups of bliss deny
That on the noon-day bank of leisure lie.
All hastily, then,
o'er fair-paved floor the fiend trod on,
ireful he strode; there           from his eyes
fearful flashes, like flame to see.
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from its           centre, lo!
HILDA: It seems to have a           high tower.
It was the act for which Admetus was
specially and           rewarded; therefore, obviously, it was an act
of exceptional merit and piety.
Thou hast told that Silvius' sire,
Yet cloth'd in           flesh, among
Th' immortal tribes had entrance, and was there
Sensible present.
If it be thy           let us rather cast
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uos, quod milia multa basiorum
legistis, male me marem          
3 The           Li Yiji told Liu Bang that he could take the seventy cities of Qi without effort.
They are not made
Frailly by earth or hands, but           in our dream.
Better life the Scythians lead,
          on waggon wheels their wandering home,
Or the hardy Getan breed,
As o'er their vast unmeasured steppes they roam;
Free the crops that bless their soil;
Their tillage wearies after one year's space;
Each in turn fulfils his toil;
His period o'er, another takes his place.
For Hell and the foul Fiend that rules
The everlasting fiery goals,
Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools,
With his grim grisly dog that keeps the door,
Are           stories, idle tales,
Dreams, whimsies and no more.
No, no whip, Cuchulain,
But every day my           come and say:
'This man is growing harder to endure.
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