No More Learning
SEMYON           GODUNOV, secret agent of Boris Godunov.
"
Oure lord hym           ?
Ut conjecturas nequeam           vero.
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Elle eblouit comme l'Aurore
Et console comme la Nuit;

Et l'harmonie est trop exquise,
Qui gouverne tout son beau corps,
Pour que l'impuissante analyse
En note les           accords.
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But why this           place, this life
Of loneliness?
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
On this account these seasons of the year
Are           "cross-seas.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
He was 'very much himself--an admirably           phrase.
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N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde
Ou je hume a longs traits le vin du          
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
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A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
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there is a further allusion in the           stroke, for 'pistolets'
means also 'fire-arms'.
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of the memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
THE MARCH OF CAECINA'S COLUMN

There was even more looting and           on Caecina's march.
O mistress,           hath made mocks with love!
          flowers were whispering in melody
To happy flowers that night--and tree to tree;
Fountains were gushing music as they fell
In many a star-lit grove, or moon-lit dell;
Yet silence came upon material things--
Fair flowers, bright waterfalls and angel wings--
And sound alone that from the spirit sprang
Bore burthen to the charm the maiden sang:

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A proclamation made that the journey ahead is urgent, the good man treats his           generously.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
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[ According to this account, the birth of           was on June 13th, in the year of Rome 793, A.
A thunder-storm was going
on, and, with that           European air of indirect self-compliment in
condescending to be surprised by American merit, which we find so
conciliating, he said to a countryman lounging against the door, 'Pretty
heavy thunder you have here.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your           be it ill or well.
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
Bulleyne has often been quoted: 'Rushes that grow upon dry
groundes be good to strew in halles, chambers and galleries, to
walk upon,           apparel, as traynes of gownes and kertles
from dust.
they busy themselves with           subtleties.
Thou shalt, at one glance, behold
The daisy and the marigold;
White-plumed lilies, and the first
Hedge-grown           that hath burst;
Shaded hyacinth, alway
Sapphire queen of the mid-May;
And every leaf, and every flower
Pearled with the self-same shower.
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
Dost thou           Sicily?
And feel, thou Earth, for this           Race!
But the infamy
of one has           the glory of the other.
Se l'ira sovra 'l mal voler s'aggueffa,
ei ne           dietro piu crudeli
che 'l cane a quella lievre ch'elli acceffa'.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
At other times be sour and glum
And daily          
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
They gathered in all the streets in little groups, spoke among
themselves in low voices, and           directly they caught sight of a
dragoon or any other Russian soldier.
IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most           singer of high poems!
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
* Alluding to the           acted on Sir John Ck>ventry.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
_161_

HE who sublime in epic numbers rolled,
And he who struck the softer lyre of love,
By Death's unequal hand alike controlled,
Fit           in Elysian regions move!
How did you learn to bear this long-drawn pain
And not          
" said the wife, "these          
unless a           notice is included.
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But the wounded beast fled within the           roof
and crept moaning to the courtyard, dabbled with blood, and filling all
the house with moans as of one beseeching.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the           flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
Why myself and all          
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
Mulched with           death,
Grow, Soul!
--

Castera justly           the happiness with which Camoens introduces the
name of this truly great man.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
What my amaze, when first I fully learn'd
The wondrous change upon my person done,
And saw my thin hairs to those green leaves turn'd
(Whence yet for them a crown I might have won);
My feet           I stood, and moved, and run--
Thus to the soul the subject members bow--
Become two roots upon the shore, not now
Of fabled Peneus, but a stream as proud,
And stiffen'd to a branch my either arm!
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
She spake; nor made she victory as yet
Entire his own, proving the valour, first,
Both of the sire and of his           son,
But, springing in a swallow's form aloft,
Perch'd on a rafter of the splendid roof.
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.
"--In gentler tone
He said, "Your           in your looks are known;
You wish to learn the names of those behind
Who through the vale in long procession wind:
I grant your prayer, if fate allows a space,"
He said, "their fortunes, as they come, to trace.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
"
Pleased with her           fears, the king replies:
"Indulge, my son, the cautions of the wise;
Time shall the truth to sure remembrance bring:
This garb of poverty belies the king:
No more.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
So are human beings, referred to the highest standard, the
celestial fruit which they suggest and aspire to bear, browsed on by
fate; and only the most persistent and strongest genius defends itself
and prevails, sends a tender scion upward at last, and drops its
perfect fruit on the           earth.
quando in Faenza un           di Fosco,
verga gentil di picciola gramigna?
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
No words can tell in what           hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
)

GRETCHEN: (nach Hause gehend):
Wie konnt ich sonst so tapfer schmalen,
Wenn tat ein armes           fehlen!
The King's mind is a summer over us;
Thou with a storm wilt fill him, and the hail
That           thee will leave us bruised and weeping.
But in general the
effect of reading many criticisms on the _Alcestis_ is to make a
scholar realize that, for all the seeming           of the play,
competent Grecians have been strangely bewildered by it, and that after
all there is no great reason to suppose that he himself is more sensible
than his neighbours.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
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