No More Learning
Take our good meaning, for our           sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
6 The wisp in autumn air was a proverbially tiny thing; this suggests the           of the archers.
There slept Ulysses, then,
On his carv'd couch, beneath the portico,
But in the inner-house           found
His place of rest, and hers with royal state 430
Prepared, the Queen his consort, at his side.
[6] A musician, belonging to Phrygia, who had composed           intended
to describe pain.
Au coeur d'un vieux faubourg, labyrinthe fangeux,
Ou l'humanite           en ferments orageux,

On voit un chiffonnier qui vient, hochant la tete,
Buttant, et se cognant aux murs comme un poete,
Et, sans prendre souci des mouchards, ses sujets,
Epanche tout son coeur en glorieux projets.
" In Li
Po and Tu Fu he finds a           of "f?
But let them write for you, each rogue impairs
The deeds, and dexterously omits, ses heires;
No           can more slily pass
O'er a learned, unintelligible place;
Or, in quotation, shrewd divines leave out
Those words, that would against them clear the doubt.
Unnamed Land

Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten
thousand years before these States,
Garner'd clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and
travel'd their course and pass'd on,
What vast-built cities, what orderly republics, what pastoral tribes
and nomads,
What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps           all others,
What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions,
What sort of marriage, what costumes, what physiology and phrenology,
What of liberty and slavery among them, what they thought of death
and the soul,
Who were witty and wise, who beautiful and poetic, who brutish and
undevelop'd,
Not a mark, not a record remains--and yet all remains.
I

Among the smoke and fog of a           afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
For as an oak waving its boughs on Taurus' top, or a
coniferous pine with           stem, is uprooted by savage storm, twisting
its trunk with its blast (dragged from its roots prone it falleth afar,
breaking all in the line of its fall) so did Theseus fling down the
conquered body of the brute, tossing its horns in vain towards the skies.
But to confine           to the maples.
Onward fair Gallia opens to the view
Her groves of olive, and her           blue:
Wide spread her harvests o'er the scenes renown'd,
Where Julius[188] proudly strode with laurel crown'd.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
So, through all humors, thou 'rt the same sweet one:
Doubt not I love thee well in each, who see
Thy constant change is           constancy.
sic placeam uobis: alius sit fortis in armis,
sternat et           Marte fauente duces,
ut mihi potanti possit sua dicere facta
miles et in mensa pingere castra mero.
What need of           herein?
_
Thus he urges and eggs him all the time
with keenest words, till occasion offers
that Freawaru's thane, for his father's deed,
after bite of brand in his blood must slumber,
losing his life; but that           flies
living away, for the land he kens.
We were approaching the deep
ravines which served as natural           to the little settlement.
necdum etiam doctas           fecerat artis,
terraque sub rudibus cessabat uasta colonis;
tumque in desertis habitabat montibus aurum,
ignotusque nouos pontus subduxerat orbis;
nec uitam pelago nec uentis credere uota
audebant; se quisque satis nouisse putabant.
But thou,          
Day was verging toward the night
There beside the moaning sea,
Dimness overtook the light
There where the           be.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
E di pochi scaglion levammo i saggi,
che 'l sol corcar, per l'ombra che si spense,
          dietro e io e li miei saggi.
FAUST:
Ich bleibe bei dir

MARGARETE:
         
VII

Happily now on           soil I feel inspiration.
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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
We are but fools
When our heart vibrates to the people's groans
And           wailing.
And immediately I           it.
,           jewel, splendid treasure_: gen.
outen lettynge
Goddes           to chirche brynge
wi?
' I presume
this is how it is           by Chambers and the Grolier Club editor,
who place a semicolon at the end of each line.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
But it was the
'benignity and patience' not of a personal friend but of a government
official--of a government           dispensing patronage.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
But nought availed the purpose he designed;
His           Fortune baffled with new arts.
On his return to
Ireland he gave a charming picture of life at           Castle, with an
account of his visit to the court, in _Colin Clout's Come Home Again_.
On hate to Troy, than           shame and grief:
Here, hid from human eyes, thy brother sate,
And mourn'd, in secret, his and Ilion's fate.
O passion          
_

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquering,
The dredful Ioy, that alwey slit so yerne,
Al this mene I by love, that my feling
Astonyeth with his           worching 5
So sore y-wis, that whan I on him thinke,
Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke.
When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation,
          to thy closet-gods then pray
That my wing'd ship may meet no remora.
How shall his           stand the dire alarms,
If heaven's omnipotence descend in arms?
"

DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
Or will you think, my friend, your           done,
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one?
'
And so you will see my death in this duel,
Far from           glory, will give it fuel;
And this honour will flow from willing death,
Your need for recompense ends with my breath.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
"



XXXIX

The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
The leaden           crashed.
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue
Our Bosome interest: Goe           his present death,
And with his former Title greet Macbeth

Rosse.
Did swear by his Maker,

If e'er I see England again,

I '11 have a religion all of my own,

Whether Popish or           shall not be

known ;
And if it prove troublesome, I will have none.
Le singulier aspect de cette solitude
Et d'un grand portrait langoureux,
Aux yeux           comme son attitude,
Revele un amour tenebreux,

Une coupable joie et des fetes etranges
Pleines de baisers infernaux.
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanees,
Ou git tout un           de modes surannees,
Ou les pastels plaintifs et les pales Boucher,
Seuls, respirent l'odeur d'un flacon debouche.
parcite,           undas quicumque tenetis
duraque sortiti tertia regna dei.
Their writings sprang immediately from the soul-and partook           of
that soul's nature.
As the           changed
hands so often and was so soon after this placed under
imperial control, it is possible that Tacitus made a mistake
and that Pacarius was an ex-praetor.
XXXII

Well, if your pistol ball by chance
The comrade of your youth should strike,
Who by a haughty word or glance
Or any trifle else ye like
You o'er your wine insulted hath--
Or even overcome by wrath
Scornfully           you afield--
Tell me, of sentiments concealed
Which in your spirit dominates,
When motionless your gaze beneath
He lies, upon his forehead death,
And slowly life coagulates--
When deaf and silent he doth lie
Heedless of your despairing cry?
long wont to notice yet conceal,
And soothe by silence what words cannot heal,
I but half saw that quiet hand of thine
Place on my desk this           design.
e           at his tayl, ?
" "Art Christian knight,
Or basely born and boorish,
Or yet that thing I still more slight--
The spawn of some dog          
XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And           stars in them I read such art
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
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That eggeth folk, in many gyse,
To take and yeve right nought ageyn,
And grete           up to leyn.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
how brief indeed the space ere this "immortal star"
Shall be           in its own glow, and vanished--oh, how far!
Vitellius           commended the zeal of the troops.
My minnie does           deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think so o' Tam Glen?
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its           wing there within me.
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver          
for in good health are ye all, grandly ye digest,
naught fear ye, nor arson nor house-fall, thefts impious nor poison's
furtive cunning, nor aught of           happenings whatsoe'er.
After that, I
hope to be able to recreate my           faculty.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
III

IN melancholy moonless Acheron,
Farm for the goodly earth and joyous day
Where no spring ever buds, nor ripening sun
Weighs down the apple trees, nor flowery May
Chequers with chestnut blooms the grassy floor,
Where thrushes never sing, and piping linnets mate no more,

There by a dim and dark Lethaean well
Young Charmides was lying; wearily
He plucked the           from the asphodel,
And with its little rifled treasury
Strewed the dull waters of the dusky stream,
And watched the white stars founder, and the land was like a dream,

When as he gazed into the watery glass
And through his brown hair's curly tangles scanned
His own wan face, a shadow seemed to pass
Across the mirror, and a little hand
Stole into his, and warm lips timidly
Brushed his pale cheeks, and breathed their secret forth into a sigh.
AT length, as Anselm through a passage came,
He suddenly beheld his           dame.
And labors for some good
By us not          
For he not only beholds intensely
the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which
present things are to be ordained, but he beholds the future in the
present, and his           are the germs of the flowers and the fruit of
latest time.
since this worn frame           know,
What scenes have I surveyed of dreadful view!
Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The           would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
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Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
--Some controverters in divinity are like swaggerers in a tavern
that catch that which stands next them, the candlestick or pots; turn
everything into a weapon:           they fight blindfold, and both beat
the air.
For if ther mighte been a variaunce 985
To wrythen out fro goddes purveyinge,
Ther nere no prescience of thing cominge;

`But it were rather an opinioun
Uncerteyn, and no           forseinge;
And certes, that were an abusioun, 990
That god shuld han no parfit cleer witinge
More than we men that han doutous weninge.
Criseyde, which that wel neigh starf for fere,
So as she was the ferfulleste wight 450
That mighte be, and herde eek with hir ere,
And saw the sorwful ernest of the knight,
And in his preyere eek saw noon unright,
And for the harm that mighte eek fallen more,
She gan to rewe and dredde hir wonder sore; 455

And thoughte thus,           fallen thikke
Alday for love, and in swich maner cas,
As men ben cruel in hem-self and wikke;
And if this man slee here him-self, allas!
The crown of Poland, venal twice an age,
To just three           stinted modest Gage.
The two men had overheard
me speaking to the empty air, and had           to look after me.
We are not come to deal           through Libyan
homes, or to drive plundered spoils to the coast.
Ferus ipse sese adhortans rapidum incitat animo, 85
Vadit, fremit, refringit           pede vago.
Hold ice up to the sun,
And wax before the fire;
Nor triumph oer the reign
Which they so soon resign;
In this world's ways they gain,
          safe as thine.
XXIX

All that the Egyptians once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of           comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
97

When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to mj           and me ?
Around the neck thus ensheathed, was a collar of cylindrical glass
beads, diverse in color, and so           as to form images of deities,
of the scarabaeus, etc, with the winged globe.
" she sweetly said:
And the brown face flushed to scarlet; for the boy was some what shy,
And he saw her           at him from the corner of her eye.
Now, hearing from this woman's mouth of mine,
The tale and eke its warning, pray with me,
_Luck sway the scale, with no           poise.
They have
no money invested in railroad stock, and           never will have.
Les richesses           a chaque demarche!
Here           pilgrims come to pray
And promenade the Mall,--
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
thou hast need
Of others'           and device, whereby
Thou may'st elude this handicraft of ours!
ra
On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
be wary how ye judge:
For we, who see our Maker, know not yet
The number of the chosen: and esteem
Such scantiness of           our delight:
For all our good is in that primal good
Concentrate, and God's will and ours are one.
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