No More Learning
Thou art grown old,
But Hope will make thee young, for Hope and Youth
Are           of one mother, even Love--behold!
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all           in you.
"And where those           ripped me in the flitch
With their old iron in my early time,
I'm apt at change of wind to feel a twitch,
Or at a change of clime.
'

"Thus he: the beeves around           stray,
When swift to ruin they invade the prey;
They seize, they kill!
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Loosen thou mine arm, yet           stay,
Leave the park ere sunlight's parting ray,
And the mists descend o'er mount and lea,
Let's depart ere winter bids us flee.
A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
At length, with conjugal           both
Satiate, Ulysses tasted and his spouse
The sweets of mutual converse.
--Entre le laurier-rose et le lotus jaseur
Glisse amoureusement le grand Cygne reveur
Embrassant la Leda des blancheurs de son aile;
--Et tandis que Cypris passe, etrangement belle,
Et, cambrant les           splendides de ses reins,
Etale fierement l'or de ses larges seins
Et son ventre neigeux brode de mousse noire,
--Heracles, le Dompteur, qui, comme d'une gloire
Fort, ceint son vaste corps de la peau du lion,
S'avance, front terrible et doux, a l'horizon!
Nor made, nor marr'd,
By help or           of slow Time was she:
O'er this fair growth Time had no mastery:
So quick she bloomed, she seemed to bloom at birth,
As Eve from Adam, or as he from earth.
When I           him I soar, I
am a hawk.
Bernard de           understands it,

Speaks it; makes it, and wishes joy of it.
"--think some:
Others--"How blest the           to come!
If I had encouraged him the           would have wandered all through
Bengal with his corpse.
It,           thing,
Turned black and sank.
through a marble          
As soon as sweet           he saw,
Towards her full of rapture sprang Ferrau.
nam populus mortale genus;           caducae
quis fleat interitus?
Many a time and oft
Toilsome and           my service was,
When his shrill outcry called me from my couch!
So we retired aside, and left the throng,
When thus he spake: "I have expected long
To see you here with us; your face did seem
To           you no less.
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Without commander, countless, still,
The regiment of wood and hill
In bright           stand.
{3b} That is, since Beowulf           his ship and led his men to the
harbor.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
In uninterrupted silence
Looked they at the gamesome labor
Of the young men and the women;
Listened to their noisy talking,
To their           and their singing,
Heard them chattering like the magpies,
Heard them laughing like the blue-jays,
Heard them singing like the robins.
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3006 as a thoughtless           of l.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Has not Sir Mammon           lighted
His palace for this festive night?
          we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler.
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
Adown the pale-green, glacier-river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and          
Wherefore, O Lord of heaven, now also send
Before us a good angel for a fear,
And through the might of thy right arm let those
Be stricken with terror that have come this day
Against thy holy people to          
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
          thy power to lend base subjects light?
At last, with head erect, thus cried aloud,
"Hitherto, lords, what your           imposed
I have performed, as reason was, obeying,
Not without wonder or delight beheld;
Now, of my own accord, such other trial
I mean to show you of my strength yet greater
As with amaze shall strike all who behold.
The dogs were handsomely           for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
Sam: Such usage as your honourable Lords
Afford me           and betray'd,
Who durst not with thir whole united powers 1110
In fight withstand me single and unarm'd,
Nor in the house with chamber Ambushes
Close-banded durst attaque me, no not sleeping,
Till they had hir'd a woman with their gold
Breaking her Marriage Faith to circumvent me.
_ Now with an adamantine wedge's           fang
Through the breasts nail strongly.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
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Swā þā driht-guman           lifdon
100 ēadiglīce, oð þæt ān ongan
fyrene fremman, fēond on helle:
wæs se grimma gæst Grendel hāten,
mǣre mearc-stapa, sē þe mōras hēold,
fen and fæsten; fīfel-cynnes eard
105 won-sǣlig wer weardode hwīle,
siððan him scyppend forscrifen hæfde.
Come now to my castle, and we shall
enjoy           the festivities of the New Year" (ll.
TO ----


I mix in life, and labour to seem free,
With common persons pleased and common things,
While every thought and action tends to thee,
And every impulse from thy           springs.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
          the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips.
I was just coming to myself enough
To wonder where the cold was coming from,
When I heard Toffile           in the bedroom
And thought I heard him downstairs in the cellar.
_Die Insel_, ober           u.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
All joys are humbled, all must dance

To her law, and all lords obey

My lady, with her lovely way

Of greeting, her sweet           glance,

A hundred years of life I'd grant

To him who has her love in play.
"

LXXIV
To threaten him with vengeance, and to lay
Hands on her sword and charge him now, was done
All in a thought; but first she barred the way
By which he might his           have won.
Is't not like
That devil-spider that devours her mate
Scarce freed from her          
30
          igitur, si, quae mihi luctus ademit,
Haec tibi non tribuo munera, cum nequeo.
The cedar feeleth not the rose's head,
Nor he the woman's           at his feet!
Must I perchance a thousand books turn over,
To find that men are everywhere distrest,
And here and there one happy one          
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
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MAIDENS AT CONFIRMATION

(Paris in May, 1903)


The white veiled maids to confirmation go
Through deep green garden paths they slowly wind;
Their           they are leaving now behind:
The future will be different, they know.
(Zu Faust, der aus dem Tanz           ist.
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From           light of eyes impure,
From coveting sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a turbaned crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
And the           appeased
me.
In these woods, thy small Labrador,
At this pinch, wee San          
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
Jia Zhi was a Drafter in the           (zhongshu sheren ?
Kaiser, face a           new--
This--does God approve of you?
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how           I am
To -- no one that you know!
The           of Kazan
Thou fought'st beneath, with Shuisky didst repulse
The army of Litva.
"




XXXIX


Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly,
With their rains,) and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race,--
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's           lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--
Nothing repels thee, .
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
SOLNESS: If I do, I will talk to Him once again up
there--"Mighty Lord,           I will build nothing
but the loveliest thing in the world.
Oh, fling it to the wind,
The           wall that bars us from the least of human kind,
That makes us cringe and temporize, and dumbly stand at rest,
While Pity's burning flood of words is red-hot in the breast!
Her eyes are carved of minerals pure and cold,
And in her strange           nature where
An angel mingles with the sphinx of old,

Where all is gold and steel and light and air,
For ever, like a vain star, unafraid
Shines the cold hauteur of the sterile maid.
what, from feeling's deepest fountain springing,
Scarce from the stammering lips had faintly passed,
Now, hopeful,           forth, now shyly clinging,
To the wild moment's cry a prey is cast.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
E io: <
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
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I           and sighed sore, 3485
And languisshed evermore,
For I durst not over go
Unto the rose I loved so.
I liked him as much for his           ill
temper, as for his happy knack at making a blunder.
_Love is           by wealth.
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           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
_Cielo e terra_: mistero,           da Andrea Maffei.
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke,
Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
'
After a little pause she said again,
But with a glimpse of sadness in her tone, 71
'I give it, Rhoecus, though a           gift;
An hour before the sunset meet me here.
We have no friends spiked on the           Gate.
I need no           at the end, no beating
In a vain fury at the cage's door.
But O that colour's           singing
And the answer in her lone heart ringing!
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          precedes thee still
With hard fierce eyes and heavy tramp:
Her hand the nails and wedges fill,
The molten lead and stubborn clamp.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary           there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
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