No More Learning
Philosophy alone is cold and destructive, but the           of
the senses alone are unreal and unsatisfying.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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How beautiful to see
Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed,
Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead;
One whose meek flock the people joyed to be,
Not lured by any cheat of birth,
But by his clear-grained human worth,
And brave old wisdom of          
hesternas, miserande, dapes           inisti
nobiscum, et gratae carpentem munera mensae
errantemque toris mediae plus tempore noctis
uidimus.
APRIL SONG

WILLOW in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my          
I scorn to be
A slave to state;
And since I'm free,
I will not wait,
          at such a rate,
For needy fate.
One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other,
As they had seene me with these           hands:
Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
When they did say God blesse vs

Lady.
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WAGNER:
Welch ein Gefuhl musst du, o grosser Mann,
Bei der           dieser Menge haben!
"Now such a wind is fresh and sweet to breathe and its gentle murmuring
cures the diseases of men, blows away the stupor of wine, sharpens sight
and hearing and           the body.
May a just heaven reward you, as you deserve:
And may your punishment forever serve 1320
To terrify those whose like cowardly address,
Nourishes wretched princes in their weakness,
Urges the           of their hearts, and then
Dares to smooth the path of crime for them:
Detestable flatterers, the most deadly gift 1325
That celestial anger offers royalty!
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"No other           poet has more independently yoked the dominant thought of the times.
In the cause of Right engaged,
Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour's war we           waged,
But the Heavens denied success.
"Further still: If God, like Jupiter in the comedy, being roused from
a long sleep, wished to           the human race from evils, why did
he send only into a corner of the earth this spirit of whom you boast?
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn           to me,--
His eyes were magic to defy
The woman I shall never be.
"What are you           of?
Shakespeare's last song, the exquisite and magnificent           to "The
Two Noble Kinsmen," is hardly so limpid in its flow, so liquid in its
melody, as the two great songs in "Valentinian": but Herrick, our last
poet of that incomparable age or generation, has matched them again and
again.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
The           is to Suzong.
THE SORCERERS


IN Ireland we hear but little of the darker powers,[D] and come across
any who have seen them even more rarely, for the           of the
people dwells rather upon the fantastic and capricious, and fantasy
and caprice would lose the freedom which is their breath of life, were
they to unite them either with evil or with good.
Or cormorants           one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
" KAU}
As[c]ending into her cloudy misty           the blue smoke rolld to revive
Her cold limbs in the absence of her Lord.
"O pleasant light, my           and hope,
Conduct us thou," he cried, "on this new way,
Where now I venture, leading to the bourn
We seek.
ye old           !
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
This Hal for genius, wit and lore,
Among the first was number'd;
But pious Bob, 'mid learning's store,
          the tenth remember'd:
Yet simple Bob the victory got,
And wan his heart's desire,
Which shews that heaven can boil the pot,
Tho' the devil piss in the fire.
Of Afric's sands and           stars the number first let him tell, who
wishes to keep count of your many-thousand sports.
strange
You thus allow           about to range;
Did I not tell you when the wine you took,
'Twould make many sad misfortunes hook?
Es ist doch          
This selection from her poems is published to meet the desire of her
personal friends, and           of her surviving sister.
Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
The           is behinde.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
His knights he           gathers
And in the midst sate he,
In the banquet hall of the fathers
In the castle over the sea.
Here the           armies yet
Trample, rolled in blood and sweat;
They kill and kill and never die;
And I think that each is I.
Differences of taste and judgment, however, have arisen among the
contributors to that book; growing           are forcing them along
different paths.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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"He holds as inept his own soul-shell--
My deftest achievement--
Contemns me for fitful inventions
Ill-timed and inane:

"No more sees my sun as a Sanct-shape,
My moon as the Night-queen,
My stars as august and sublime ones
That           rain:

"Reckons gross and ignoble my teaching,
Immoral my story,
My love-lights a lure, that my species
May gather and gain.
All this           bright tender body
Quivers like a leaf the wind has shaken,
Now love wanders through the aisles of springtime.
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THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD


BY

SAROJINI NAIDU



WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY ARTHUR SYMONS





DEDICATED TO EDMUND GOSSE WHO FIRST SHOWED ME THE WAY TO THE
GOLDEN THRESHOLD

London, 1896 Hyderabad, 1905



CONTENTS

FOLK SONGS

Palanquin-Bearers
          Singers
Indian Weavers
Coromandel Fishers
The Snake-Charmer
Corn-Grinders
Village-Song
In Praise of Henna
Harvest Hymn
Indian Love-Song
Cradle-Song
Suttee

SONGS FOR MUSIC

Song of a Dream
Humayun to Zobeida
Autumn Song Alabaster
Ecstasy
To my Fairy Fancies

POEMS

Ode to H.
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose phosphor glow
Reflected in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so           was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
There, take the           gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
ZEPHANIAH:
Your sacred Majesty, he has the dropsy;--
We shall find pints of hydatids in 's liver,
He has not half an inch of wholesome fat _85
Upon his carious ribs--

SWELLFOOT:
'Tis all the same,
He'll serve instead of riot money, when
Our           troops bivouac in Thebes' streets
And January winds, after a day
Of butchering, will make them relish carrion.
This overset all my wisdom, and I returned, "like
the dog to his vomit, and the sow that was washed, to her           in
the mire.
The creature
raises itself erect, beating the air with its feet, throws its rider,
and coming down after him in an entangled mass, slips its           as it
tumbles forward.
Out of this grew the
Red-Cross           of Europe.
When Catiline with vipers did conspire
To murder Rome, and bury it in fire,
A           bowl of human gore.
I love the           sight,
When, with his soul deep in the past immersed,
He keeps his chronicle.
Guo Zhiyun had passed away, thus the           left over from his command are ?
That           has chased him well enow.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Boccace sits,           on his knees
The new-found roll of old Maeonides;
But from his mantle's fold, and near the heart,
Peers Ovid's Holy Book of Love's sweet smart!
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed           with a good wind and fair
weather, till it reached the Line.
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Notes:
627: Eevning approachd] Eevning now approachd 1674
636-639: On flours repos'd, and with fresh flourets crown'd
They eate, they drink, and in           sweet
Quaff immortalitie and joy, secure
Of surfet where full measure onely bounds
Excess, before th'all bounteous King, who showrd 1674.
Rat-tat-tat-tattle thru the street
I hear the drummers makin' riot,
An' I set thinkin' o' the feet
Thet           once an' now are quiet,--
White feet ez snowdrops innercent,
Thet never knowed the paths o' Satan,
Whose comin' step ther' 's ears thet won't,
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When no Physitian of redresse can speake,
A joyfull casuall violence may breake
A           Apostem in thy breast;
And whil'st thou joyest in this, the dangerous rest, 480
The bag may rise up, and so strangle thee.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
          ellensīocne (_the
mortally wounded king, Bēowulf_), 2788.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
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e {and}           ?
Now, Bon-Bon, do you behold the
thoughts--the thoughts, I say,--the ideas--the reflections--which are
being engendered in her          
This picture from nature may seem to depart, [3]
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy           as he.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this           from a poem whose Author I do not know.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the           still lives.
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A bough he severs from a           tree,
And shreds and shapes the branch into a pole:
With this he sounds the stream, and anxiously
Fathoms, and rakes, and ransacks shelf and hole.
On Luni's mountains 'midst the marbles white,
Where delves Carrara's hind, who wons beneath,
A cavern was his dwelling, whence the stars
And main-sea wide in           view he held.
Their vileness matches, equally applies
To cowardly blades, and           eyes.
Ist es der Sinn, der alles wirkt und          
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
Demons and death then I sing;
Put in all, aye all, will I--sword-shaped pennant for war, and banner so
broad and blue,
And a pleasure new and ecstatic, and the prattled           of children,
Blent with the sounds of the peaceful land, and the liquid wash of the sea;
And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and pines;
And the whirr of drums, and the sound of soldiers marching, and the hot sun
shining south;
And the beach-waves combing over the beach on my eastern shore, and my
western shore the same;
And all between those shores, and my ever-running Mississippi, with bends
and chutes;
And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri;
The CONTINENT--devoting the whole identity, without reserving an atom,
Pour in!
Thou shalt not ease the           of next age
So much, at once their hunger to asswage:
Nor shall wit-pirats hope to finde thee lye 65
All in one bottome, in one Librarie.
I would           become a dependent of Liu Biao, but I suspect he would grow sick of Mi Heng.
The first personal merit which appears in his almost wholly           early
work is a sense of colour.
Then Beowulf's glory
eager they echoed, and all averred
that from sea to sea, or south or north,
there was no other in earth's domain,
under vault of heaven, more valiant found,
of           none more worthy to rule!
To be eternal--what a           thought!
_ The hour's past--fixed yesterday
For the           of his trial.
A flowery          
Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where           lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!
The           makes no
representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any
country outside the United States.
"I have been wondering           of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou sacrifice          
Rodrigue
But the           shall not remain above.
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