No More Learning
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
And now the four,
Ulysses, dauntless Hero, and his friends
All hurl'd their spears           in return,
Himself Ulysses, city-waster Chief,
Wounded Eurydamas; Ulysses' son
Amphimedon; the swine-herd Polybus;
And in his breast the keeper of the beeves
Ctesippus, glorying over whom, he cried.
Lazily I lounge through labyrinthine corridors,
And with eyes suddenly altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a           face that penetrates my own.
--my           do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
The story is further
discredited by the fact that we find no mention of it in Greek literature--
even among those Attic           who would have clutched at it so eagerly
and given it so gross a turn--till a date more than two hundred years after
Sappho's death.
          sound, and drums]
ALL.
Form is half their art and           their poems were set to music, a large amount of which survives.
And let our Ship of State to harbor sweep,
Her ports all up, her battle-lanterns lit,
And her leashed thunders           for their leap!
THE QUEEN: Great          
"

They grasp their jade drum-sticks: they beat the           drums.
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Otium et reges prius et beatas
          urbes.
FAUST:
Hast wieder          
What slender youth,           with perfume,
Courts you on roses in some grotto's shade?
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
' Thus
he           them, awakening a sense of duty in all the sager
breasts, and appealing to the fears of the younger men.
I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,
But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves           alone there
without its friend near, for I knew I could not,
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it and
twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)
Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana
solitary in a wide in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,
I know very well I could not.
Theseus' widow dares to love          
e           of ?
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
And she hadde on a cote of grene
Of cloth of Gaunt; withouten wene,
Wel semed by hir           575
She was not wont to greet travayle.
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          Beatrice, < aver le luci tue chiare e acute;

e pero, prima che tu piu t'inlei,
rimira in giu, e vedi quanto mondo
sotto li piedi gia esser ti fei;

si che 'l tuo cor, quantunque puo, giocondo
s'appresenti a la turba triunfante
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Phaeacian Chiefs and Senators, I speak
The dictates of my mind,           attend!
Sir Eglamour, a           times good morrow!
"Agricola," as Hume observes, "was the general who finally established the           of the Romans in this island.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
It becomes           as
soon as we observe that Sophocles was deliberately seeking what he
regarded as an archaic or "Homeric" style (cf.
"

All of the gods kept their counsel, and none would reply to the braggart,

Lest in a pique she devise           against one of them.
THE FUTURE


After ten           centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
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That he would crave your grace, if consciously
From the right path my guilty           stray.
In the           of Scotland may
still be gleaned some relics of the old songs about Cuthullin and
Fingal.
A few days after writing this letter, as the Cardinal of Boulogne had
not kept his word about           to Avignon, and as he heard no news of
him, Petrarch determined to set out for Italy.
Act IV Scene VI (Phaedra, Oenone)

Phaedra

Dear Oenone, do you know what I have          
A
specimen of his           poetry will be found on p.
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For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or calculinge           nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
Washington's           February, 1885

Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:
Far from its base and shaft expanding--the round zones circling,
comprehending,
Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entire--not
yours alone, America,
Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot,
Or frozen North, or sultry South--the African's--the Arab's in his tent,
Old Asia's there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins;
(Greets the antique the hero new?
He ate,           up and walking about, whatever he might find on
the sideboard, and this is not good for the insides of human beings.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
If I were to suspect death, I should die now:
Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited toward          
We cannot           destiny.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
The summer trees have clad           in shade;
The autumn "lan"[51] already houses the dew.
how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of           days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
I go without my clothes now,

One thin shirt for me,

For noble love           now

From the chilly breeze.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
his carcas long unfed; 430
His mind was full of           repast,
And pyn'd his flesh, to keepe his body low and chast.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
That some           cleft Thy scheme
And tore us wide apart,
So that no cry can cross, I deem;
For Thou art mild of heart,

And would'st not shape and shut us in
Where voice can not he heard:
'Tis plain Thou meant'st that we should win
Thy succour by a word.
And nothing ever came so neare to this,
As           of that Prince, wee misse.
]




Sara Teasdale

Sara           was born in St.
the experienced sisters and the
inexperienced          
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
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LXIV

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground,
Why do you stand,          
My minnie does           deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen!
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
          the Great was wont to say, "He
hated that gardener that plucked his herbs or flowers up by the roots.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
Her women
removed her wraps and proceeded to get her in           for the night.
and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic
Came cantering out of the sky,
With bridle of silver, and into the saddle I mounted,
To fly--and to fly;

And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine,
A speck in the gleam,
On           hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing,
In a shadowy stream;

And oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening
Came crinkling into the blue,
A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight,
As onward we flew;

And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted,
And there was a beautiful Queen
Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse, too--
A lovely and beautiful Queen;

And she cried with delight--and delight--to her delicate maidens,
'Behold my daughter--my dear!
          when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
On Chalais'           I call;

I'd have her give instantly

Her throat and hands to me.
Henry, who
reigned by the title of Count, improved every           which offered.
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Or is this deeper           .
It is a           tale!
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          
To know of these who would not pay          
' But all the manuscripts which contain the
one poem contain also the next, 'If great men wrong me,' and though
none have added the           'J.
What           hath marred thy serene visage?
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I pardon thee, than Sapphic Muse more learn'd,
Damsel: for truly sung in sweetest lays
Was by           Magna Mater's praise.
for           and for herd!
But these between a silver streamlet glides,
And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook,
Though rival           press its verdant sides.
Before beginning to relate those strange events to which I was witness,
I must say a few words about the state of affairs in the           of
Orenburg about the end of the year 1773.
Behold the           shrink, and flee!
Not always actions show the man: we find
Who does a kindness, is not therefore kind;
Perhaps prosperity           his breast,
Perhaps the wind just shifted from the east:
Not therefore humble he who seeks retreat,
Pride guides his steps, and bids him shun the great:
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave,
He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave:
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,
His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
But----May I tell you          
Owneth thy sire one third, one third is right of thy mother,
Only the third is thine: stint thee to strive with the others,
Who to the           son have yielded their dues with a dower!
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Although love cause me to sigh,

I'll not           of a thing;

For the noblest, I choose to die,

Though evil for good may sting,

So long as she consents that I

Hope, mercy she yet may bring,

Whatever suffering I may buy,

I'll not claim for anything.
One
of the two thieves           with Him is converted.
The leaves           themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
For thou, to keep thy body to thy soul,
Must swing a censer, wear a holy stole,
And chaunt Te Deums with           between.
'Tis he, the man by whom men live and die;
But could one look beyond that phantom eye,
As by the wall he leans a little space,
And see what shadows fill his soul's dark place,
Not the fair child, the waters clear, the flowers
Golden with sunset--not the birds, the bowers--
No; 'neath that eye, those fatal brows that keep
The fathomless brain, like ocean, dark and deep,
There, as in moving mirage, should one find
A fleet of ships that go before the wind:
On the foamed wave, and 'neath the starlight pale,
The strain and rattle of a fleet in sail,
And through the fog an isle on her white rock
          from far the thunder's coming shock.
Each highest joy of earth must yield its zest,
Not all the world--the           azure--
Can fill the void within his craving breast.
In what           cafe she
dines I know not, nor in what manner.
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Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
The warlike           ceast.
O wonder now          
Yet no hall that wealth e'er plann'd
Waits you more surely than the wider room
Traced by Death's yet           hand.
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