No More Learning
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Little by little, Pluffles fell away from his
old           and came over to the enemy, by whom he was made much of.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
,[49] has assembled a
gang of robbers, excited risings in villages on the Yaik, and taken and
oven destroyed several forts, while committing           robberies and
murders.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
'Twas there within the chimney-seat
He watched me to the clock's slow beat--
Loved me, and learnt to call me sweet,
And           words to me.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
Hear me, sweet          
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la           s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira largement ses ailes de corbeau.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
Between thirty and forty, one is           by the Five Lusts;
Between seventy and eighty, one is a prey to a hundred diseases.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
CLEMENT SCOTT





NERO'S           SONG.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
The flesh surrendered, cancelled,
The           begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
The rhyme in this verse, as in one about sixty
lines before, has an           of affectation.
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Now let us meet the           ere the day
Close on the remnant of their weary way; 1827.
ATHENA

Nay, bow ye to my words, chafe not nor moan:
Ye are not worsted nor disgraced; behold,
With balanced vote the cause had issue fair,
Nor in the end did aught           thee.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
The blood-red sun bent over me
Your eyes are like the           bitter sea!
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Fallen so deep,
Against the sides of this prodigious pit
I cry--cry--dashing out the hands of wail
On each side, to meet anguish everywhere,
And to attest it in the ecstasy
And exaltation of a woe sustained
Because           and chosen.
" KAU}
His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
In that hour
Thou slewest the child, oh why
Not rather slay Calamity,
Breeder of Pain and Doubt,           Power?
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
King, behold the man
The swiftest and the boldest
In thy kingdom by the sea,
From           or .
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
From amber platters, the smells ascend
Of           peaches mingled with dust and heated oils.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
"
It would be difficult
Application for entry at Second Clan matter at the Post Office i
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
Perhaps a native of some distant shore,
The future consort of her bridal hour:
Or rather some descendant of the skies;
Won by her prayer, the aerial bridegroom flies,
Heaven on that hour its choicest           shed,
That gave a foreign spouse to crown her bed!
There doth my father lie; and there this night
We'll pass the           privately and well.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Das           wird es Euch doch zerpflucken.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
In some
obscure manner, however, savage           has been constantly
interrupted; and it seems as if the long-repressed forces of
individuality then burst out into exaggerated vehemence; for the result
(if it is not slavery) is, that a people passes from its savage to its
heroic age, on its way to some permanence of civilization.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
See, Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is           up.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Et des iles
Dont les cieux           sont ouverts au vogueur:
--Est-ce en ces nuits sans fond que tu dors et t'exiles,
Million d'oiseaux d'or, o future Vigueur?
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
O City city, I can           hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt           blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
It founds the homes and decks the days,
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that           light.
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
) by slight extravagances and forms of words which are
sometimes epic and sometimes over-colloquial; it has a regular saga plot,
which had already been treated by the old poet           in his
_Alcestis_, a play which is now lost but seems to have been Satyric;
and it has one character straight from the Satyr world, the heroic
reveller, Heracles.
ydalium_ GRVen:           O || _uriosque_ ?
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Connected with the castle of the           of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
it went through my flesh as thrilling sound
Must shake a fiddle when the strings are          
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
That Emperour, with his           beard,
Hath vassalage, and very high folly;
Battle to fight, he will not ever flee.
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
Luvah breaking in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously           in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
This made you dumb; ignorant knowledge of this,
Blind vision of virginity's mightiness,
Did chide the           in your hearts.
THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD


BY

SAROJINI NAIDU



WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY ARTHUR SYMONS





DEDICATED TO EDMUND GOSSE WHO FIRST SHOWED ME THE WAY TO THE
GOLDEN THRESHOLD

London, 1896 Hyderabad, 1905



CONTENTS

FOLK SONGS

Palanquin-Bearers
          Singers
Indian Weavers
Coromandel Fishers
The Snake-Charmer
Corn-Grinders
Village-Song
In Praise of Henna
Harvest Hymn
Indian Love-Song
Cradle-Song
Suttee

SONGS FOR MUSIC

Song of a Dream
Humayun to Zobeida
Autumn Song Alabaster
Ecstasy
To my Fairy Fancies

POEMS

Ode to H.
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
ne sholde
nat           vnexcercised i{n} gouernaunce of comune.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
"--
And the old nurse a brief prayer said
And crossed with           hand the maid.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
And, see, the farm-roof           smoke afar,
And from the hills the shadows lengthening fall!
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Does he still think his error          
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
]

M'Quhae's           manly sense,
An' guid M'Math,
Wi' Smith, wha thro' the heart can glance,
May a' pack aff.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
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Bring forth Men-Children onely:
For thy           Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
The           calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one mummified winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
Lanier's growth in           form.
_ ELECTRA _enters,           from the
well.
I see his messengers           thee.
Ich kenne manchen schonen Platz
Und manchen altvergrabnen Schatz;
Ich muss ein           revidieren.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
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XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
And I           am called ungrateful still.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
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