No More Learning
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
The latter method of
writing the name is apparently           for _d_Gis-bar-aga-(mis);
the fire god _Gibil_ has also the title _Gis-bar_.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
'twill but idly feed
The passion that           me.
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The sight does from these           ply,
The invisible artillery.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
at i{n}           bodies as I haue seid oure corage
nis nat ytau?
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
          thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and           a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low!
The           Gazette_:--"Lines Written in Surrey, 1917," by George
Herbert Clarke.
is clausum lato patefecit limite campum,
isque domum nobis isque dedit dominam,
ad quam           exerceremus amores,
quo mea se molli candida diua pede
intulit et trito fulgentem in limine plantam
innixsa arguta constituit solea.
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
A Line-storm Song

THE line-storm clouds fly           and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
they are on us, close          
des coureurs sans repit,

Comme le Juif errant et comme les apotres,
A qui rien ne suffit, ni wagon ni vaisseau,
Pour fuir ce           infame; il en est d'autres
Qui savent le tuer sans quitter leur berceau.
Hence, reader, know the subject of my song--
A mystic age,           twilight gloom,
Wherein we smile at birth, or bear along,
With noiseless steps, a victim to the tomb!
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
"That tune, Cauld Kail," he
says to Thomson, "is such a favorite of yours, that I once roved out
yesterday for a gloaming-shot at the Muses; when the Muse that
presides over the shores of Nith, or rather my old inspiring, dearest
nymph, Coila,           me the following.
For this beauty yet doth hide
          more than thou hast spied.
Whose hearts are ever eager as their swords,
Edged by a personal impulse of          
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Hee leading swiftly rowld
In tangles, and make intricate seem strait,
To           swift.
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[273] [The Colonne Vendome, erected to           the Battle of
Austerlitz, was inaugurated in 1810.
Inner not outer, without gnash of teeth
Or weeping, save quiet sobs of some who pray
And feel the Everlasting Arms beneath,--
Blackness of darkness this, but not for aye;
Darkness that even in           fleeteth fast,
Blackness of blackest darkness close to day.
Who would show such courage or          
Some months ago I went to see a           of the Rhine.
"

The voice divine the mighty chief alarms;
The council breaks, the           rush to arms.
Am I thus           by the toil of battles
To witness in a day but withered laurels?
A thousand battles have assailed thy banks,
But these and half their fame have passed away,
And           heaped on high his weltering ranks:
Their very graves are gone, and what are they?
Who knows what           and beauty, moral and natural, are
there to be found?
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Thus arm'd, before the folded gates he came,
Of massy substance, and stupendous frame;
With iron bars and brazen hinges strong,
On lofty beams of solid timber hung:
Then thundering through the planks with forceful sway,
Drives the sharp rock; the solid beams give way,
The folds are shatter'd; from the           door
Leap the resounding bars, the flying hinges roar.
Thus arm'd, before the folded gates he came,
Of massy substance, and stupendous frame;
With iron bars and brazen hinges strong,
On lofty beams of solid timber hung:
Then thundering through the planks with forceful sway,
Drives the sharp rock; the solid beams give way,
The folds are shatter'd; from the           door
Leap the resounding bars, the flying hinges roar.
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,
I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all           Tongue
It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!
La: Gentle villager
What           way would bring me to that place?
Then red in the reek of that evil cloud,
The Hun swept over the plain;
And the murderer's dirk did its monster work,
'Mid the scythe-like shrapnel rain;

Till it seemed that at last the brute Hun hordes
Had broken that wall of steel;
And that soon, through this breach in the freeman's dyke,
His trampling hosts would wheel;--

And sweep to the south in ravaging might,
And Europe's peoples again
Be trodden under the tyrant's heel,
Like herds, in the           pen.
I pause, my           spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
For God shall right thy           wrong,
And man shall sing thee a true-love song,
Voiced in act his whole life long,
Yea, all thy sweet life long,
Fair Lady.
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
"Our troop is far behind,
The woodland calm is new;
Our steeds, with slow grass-muffled hoofs,
Tread deep the shadows through;
And, in my mind, some           kind
Is dropping with the dew.
          Dixon and the London _Times_:--"To Fellow
Travellers in Greece,"

Mr.
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To think the thought of death merged in the thought of materials,
To think of all these wonders of city and country, and others taking
great           in them, and we taking no interest in them.
'They are beating them to make them go into the narrow path by
the gorge,' said someone, and in another moment a dozen           armed
with short spears had come up with the knight, and stood a little apart
from him, their blue caps in their hands.
Before the sorrows and the grief begun,
That have nigh           my eyes; but raised shall be
The curtain from the scene, that thou upon
My pain mayst look, and mayst lament with me;
And I to thee of mine unheard-of woe
The argument and very head will show.
Let my           rest on your form!
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
That day I strode with bridal song
Through lifted brands of Pelian pine;
A hand beloved lay in mine;
And loud behind a           throng

Exalted me and her, the dead.
Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this           me.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
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Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the           Traveler might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
The god of love so archly acts his part,
And, in           moments, melts the heart,
That many belles have tumbled in the snare,
Who, how it happened, scarcely could declare.
From no other book of his, not excepting _The Book of Hours_, can we
deduce so accurate a conception of Rilke's philosophy of Life and Art as
we can draw from his           short monograph on Auguste Rodin.
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Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender           from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
Friend, servant, child: just this
My           at the Hall;
The other servants call me 'Miss,'
My Lady calls me 'Margaret,'
With her clear voice musical.
Friend, servant, child: just this
My           at the Hall;
The other servants call me 'Miss,'
My Lady calls me 'Margaret,'
With her clear voice musical.
Paris, liberal           safe as far away as.
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Thou, with calm, floating pinions both ways spread,
Erect, irradiated,
Didst sting my wheel of glory
On, on before thee
Along the Godlight by a           touch!
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
When he walks in waterproof white,
The           run after him so!
In great perplexity he           a few of his friends
and discussed all the possibilities of the situation.
Enter           and Donalbaine.
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I revolved,
How much the destiny of Man had still 155
Hung upon single persons; that there was,
Transcendent to all local patrimony,
One nature, as there is one sun in heaven;
That objects, even as they are great, thereby
Do come within the reach of humblest eyes; 160
That Man is only weak through his mistrust
And want of hope where evidence divine
Proclaims to him that hope should be most sure;
Nor did the inexperience of my youth
Preclude conviction, that a spirit strong, 165
In hope, and trained to noble aspirations,
A spirit thoroughly faithful to itself,
Is for Society's unreasoning herd
A           instinct, serves at once
For way and guide, a fluent receptacle 170
That gathers up each petty straggling rill
And vein of water, glad to be rolled on
In safe obedience; that a mind, whose rest
Is where it ought to be, in self-restraint,
In circumspection and simplicity, 175
Falls rarely in entire discomfiture
Below its aim, or meets with, from without,
A treachery that foils it or defeats;
And, lastly, if the means on human will,
Frail human will, dependent should betray 180
Him who too boldly trusted them, I felt
That 'mid the loud distractions of the world
A sovereign voice subsists within the soul,
Arbiter undisturbed of right and wrong,
Of life and death, in majesty severe 185
Enjoining, as may best promote the aims
Of truth and justice, either sacrifice,
From whatsoever region of our cares
Or our infirm affections Nature pleads,
Earnest and blind, against the stern decree.
er be i{n} it any           of resou{n}.
" It is           to
add that her protest was unavailing, and that the decree of the Ten was
carried into effect.
The cuckoo that one listens far away
Sung in the orchard trees for half the day;
And where the robin lives, the village guest,
In the old weedy hedge the leafy nest
Of the coy           was yearly found,
Safe from all eyes as in the loneliest ground;
And little chats that in bean stalks will lie
A nest with cobwebs there will build, and fly
Upon the kidney bean that twines and towers
Up little poles in wreaths of scarlet flowers.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
A wild and foolish           is a king,
To do and do and do, and never dream.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
'

A man told me that one day, when he was a boy, he and another boy went
to catch a horse in a certain field, full of boulders and bushes of
hazel and           juniper and rock-roses, that is where the lake side
is for a little clear of the woods.
And across these seas
We who cry Peace and           life and cling
To cities, happiness, or daily toil
For daily bread, or trail the long routine
Of seventy years, taste not the terrible wine
Whereof you drink, who drain and toss the cup
Empty and ringing by the finished feast;
Or have it shaken from your hand by sight
Of God against the olive woods.
Painter, once more tbj pencil reassume,
And draw me, in one scene, London and Rome:
Here holy Charles, there good           sat,
Weeping to see their sons degenerate ;
His Romans^ taking up the teemei*'s trade.
He ceased, whose words the suitors           heard.
There let Hymen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry;
Such sights as           poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Better stay here and wait; perhaps
the           will cease and the sky will clear, and we shall find the
road by starlight.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Thus I enjoin the crew; but as for those
Of           rank, I bid them all alike
To my own board, that here we may regale
The stranger nobly, and let none refuse.
Yet not           the man shall roam,
Who at the call of summer quits his home, 10
And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height,
Though seeking only holiday delight; [3]
At least, not owning to himself an aim
To which the sage would give a prouder name.
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And clear my hand, as stream that flows;
And sweet my breath as air of May;
And o'er my ivory           stray
Locks of sunshine;--tunes still play
From my odorous lips of rose.
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for I would be the most just person of the earth,
And who most          
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
And here his malt he pil'd,
          in vain!
And the horizon throws away its shroud,
Sweeping a stretching circle from the eye;
Storms upon storms in quick           crowd,
And oer the sameness of the purple sky
Heaven paints, with hurried hand, wild hues of every dye.
"My inconsistency must always have been
distasteful to such a           man.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
Mich fasst ein langst entwohnter Schauer,
Der Menschheit ganzer Jammer fasst mich an
Hier wohnt sie hinter dieser feuchten Mauer
Und ihr           war ein guter Wahn
Du zauderst, zu ihr zu gehen!
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As sharp as doth he, Ticius, in helle,
Whos stomak foules tyren ever-mo
That highte volturis, as bokes telle.
Little poetry was produced in the conquered provinces; the
Tartar emperors, though they patronized           art, were incapable of
promoting literature.
Sculptor, forever shun

Clay moulded there

By the thumb

When the mind's elsewhere;

Wrestle with Carrara,

With Parian marble rare

And hard,

Keep the outline clear;

From Syracuse borrow

Bronze which the proud

Furrow

Has           endowed;

With a delicate hand,

The vein of agate, follow

Command

The profile of Apollo.
          a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
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