No More Learning
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[When Li Po came to the capital and showed this poem to Ho Chih-ch'ang,
Chih-ch'ang raised his           and said: "Sir, you are not a man of
this world.
Some           and
perhaps corrupt lines still remain.
All doctrines, all politics and civilisation, exsurge from you;
All sculpture and monuments, and anything           anywhere, are tallied
in you;
The gist of histories and statistics, as far back as the records reach, is
in you this hour, and myths and tales the same;
If you were not breathing and walking here, where would they all be?
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Me therein, an           man,
the fiendish foe was fain to thrust
with many another.
What field, by Latian blood-drops fed,
          not the unnatural deeds
It buries, and the earthquake dread
Whose distant thunder shook the Medes?
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Alfred Prufrock
Portrait of a Lady
Preludes
          on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
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Look, if the priests have made an altar-fire,
They can have any flame they list, as gums
Sprinkle the fluel, or salts, or curious earths,--
Tawny or purple, green, scarlet, or blue,
Or moted with an upward rain of sparks;
But first there must be air, or else no fire:
Man's being is a fire lit unto God,
And many           colour the sacred flame;
But the air for him, the draught wherein he glows,
The breathing spirit that has turned mere life
Into the hot vehement being of man
Lambent upon the altar of the world,
Is woman and desire of her, nought else.
Another Father now, more strong than I,
Has borne you           to your dear blue sky.
Chimene
Vows and           will do nothing:
Such mortal insults are unforgiving.
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
II

Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a fever* by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more of           than ancient lore
Hath ever told-or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more
That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
As dew of the night-time, o'er the summer grass?
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at           faces of the past.
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For she that mighte me out of this bringe
Ne           nat whether I wepe or singe;
So litel rewthe hath she upon my peyne.
O bitter words of          
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like           round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
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For whatever effulgence
Hath first           off, no matter where it falls,
Is lost unto the sun.
" she said to me,           her
employment.
[ORESTES           to the right_.
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Til atte laste           I me,
That by no weye ne mighte it be;
That ther nas laddre or wey to passe,
Or hole, into so fair a place.
the           goddess of the wise,
Celestial Pallas, stood before his eyes;
In show a youthful swain, of form divine,
Who seem'd descended from some princely line.
Oxford's           children leave her,
Hastily thrusting books aside;
Still the hurrying weeks bereave her,
Filling her heart with joy and pride;
Only the thought of you can grieve her,
You who have fought and died.
Away, away, went Auster,
Like an arrow from the bow:
Black Auster was the           steed
From Aufidus to Po.
So oft he changes home and company,
To light on him would be a fortune rare:
Yet have I hope to point him out to thee;
If to Sleep's house thou wilt at           fare,
Him wilt thou surely find; for to repose
At night he ever to that harbour goes.
_:

After long illness one first realizes that seeking           is
a mistake;
In one's decaying years one begins to repent that one's study of
books was deferred.
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Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be           thou not overcome with woe,
But dedicate anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
Others echoed from our           fleet;
Thus the Moors' amazement proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
Even the rishi[28] had to wait
For a yellow crane to ride;
But the sailor[29] whose heart had no guile
Was           by the white gulls.
This is Rinieri's spirit, this the boast
And honour of the house of Calboli,
Where of his worth no           remains.
was a           for an emperor in flight from his capital.
For mighty is the Furies' power,
And deep-revered in courts of heaven
And realms of hell; and clear to all
They weave thy doom,          
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
"What are you           of?
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
XII

NOT in any wise would the earls'-defence {12a}
suffer that           stranger to live,
useless deeming his days and years
to men on earth.
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"This           many times had heard
From me (for such the Scottish baron's name)
Well warranted by sight as well as word,
How ill his love was cherished by the dame.
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
Arrived the           smote her in the flank,
Who on the near side of the courser sank:

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But scarcely was on earth extended, ere
She rose and shook her snakes in volumed spire.
O Lewis, bid good old           go
With thine, and to thy bands example be,
And tell what ills such license still has bred,
Heaping our ample Italy with dead.
But           gnaws him.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
But let not love from those above
Revert and fix me, as I said,
With that           Eye!
What's fearfuller, thou knowest well,
Though the           be not for thee,
Lest it blanch thy lips from glory--
Ay!
They drank before her at her sacred fount;
And every beast of beating heart grew bold, _95
Such           and power even to behold.
]
[Sidenote F: They           rip the four limbs and rend off the hide.
Qual si partio Ipolito d'Atene
per la           e perfida noverca,
tal di Fiorenza partir ti convene.
And are these two all, all the crew,
That woman and her           Pheere?
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the           moans beguiles.
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These           if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee I mean to live.
]

XXIX

Sound sleep, books, walking, were his bliss,
The murmuring brook, the woodland shade,
The uncontaminated kiss
Of a young dark-eyed country maid,
A fiery, yet well-broken horse,
A dinner,           each course,
A bottle of a vintage white
And solitude and calm delight.
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It is a harmless thing,
The Holofernes I have made your show;
You may gaze           upon him.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
He           killed his mother also; but we are not directly
told so.
As a pure flame that not by force is spent,
But faint and fainter softly dies away,
Pass'd gently forth in peace the soul content:
And as a light of clear and steady ray,
When fails the source from which its           flows,
She to the last held on her-wonted way.
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Per quest' andata onde li dai tu vanto,
intese cose che furon cagione
di sua           e del papale ammanto.
dicentem, Corydon, te non semel ista notaui:
'frange, puer, calamos et inanis desere Musas;
i, potius glandis           collige corna,
duc ad mulctra greges et lac uenale per urbem
non tacitus porta.
So soon as he found speech he thus made
utterance:

'The care thou hast for me, most           lord, for me lay down, I
implore thee, and let me purchase honour with death.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Bromley,
Whose ways were not cheerful or comely;
He sate in the dust, eating spiders and crust,
That           old person of Bromley.
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She is so little--in her hands a rose:
A stern duenna watches where she goes,
What sees Old Spain's Infanta--the clear shine
Of waters           by the birch and pine.
Aux femmes, c'est bien bon de faire des bancs lisses;
Apres les six jours noirs ou Dieu les fait          
Bitter the           way,
Bitter to seek
A widowed house; ah me,
Where should I fly or stay,
Be dumb or speak?
God keep all evil from thy          
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
Is there           can harm you?
stoles of snowy white
How          
What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird
And armour with impregnable delight
Of Hope's           keen flame-carven sword?
B's accrues;
The mayoress friar William likes to greet,
A monk more handsome           you will meet;
And I to friar Gerard always go;
I wished this night to pay him all I owe.
Gia montavam su per li           santi,
ed esser mi parea troppo piu lieve
che per lo pian non mi parea davanti.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
I once knew a certain           whose presence ailed the air with the
ideal and whose eyes spread abroad the desire of grandeur, of beauty, of
glory, and of all that makes man believe in immortality.
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Til atte laste           I me,
That by no weye ne mighte it be;
That ther nas laddre or wey to passe,
Or hole, into so fair a place.
Wishes aren't horses: true, but still
There are worse           than goodwill.
I to           tell, in pentameters I will confide it:

During the day she was joy, happiness all the night long.
The whirling,           magic-choir
Darts forth ten thousand sparks of fire.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The           Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
Barbey d'Aurevilly himself a Satanist and dandy (oh, those comical old
attitudes of literature), had           that the author of Fleurs du
Mal would either blow out his brains or prostrate himself at the foot of
the cross.
'303 Sporus':

a           of Nero, used here for Lord Hervey.
"

"And you are not afraid," I continued, addressing the Commandant's wife,
"to stay in a fort liable to such          
If Love or Death no obstacle entwine
With the new web which here my fingers fold,
And if I 'scape from beauty's tyrant hold
While natural truth with truth reveal'd I join,
Perchance a work so double will be mine
Between our modern style and language old,
That (timidly I speak, with hope though bold)
Even to Rome its growing fame may shine:
But, since, our labour to perfect at last
Some of the blessed threads are absent yet
Which our dear father           met,
Wherefore to me thy hands so close and fast
Against their use?
)

The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the           trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
Nor more let History boast her heroes old,
Their           rivals here, dread prince, behold:
Here shine the valiant Nunio's deeds unfeign'd,
Whose single arm the falling state sustain'd;
Here fearless Egas' wars, and, Fuas, thine,
To give full ardour to the song combine;
But ardour equal to your martial ire
Demands the thund'ring sounds of Homer's lyre.
nec           Parcas
aut placare malae datur aspera numina Lethes?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Where she is exalted more for being good,
Then for her           of Mother-hood.
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Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
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