No More Learning
tenens in ore_ Birt
19           CVen et cod.
One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay           round in Rows.
And none but I           ships,
The seaman's chariots, wandering on the brine
With linen wings.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Is it           for the sheep you wish to excite?
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
They live in           again ready to defy you,
They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted.
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail           everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
"
That           old person of Sestri.
" Thoreau appears to have taken Greeley's
advice, and the           was divided into chapters.
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When within that adventurous wood has hied
For many a mile Montalban's cavalier,
Of lonely farm or lordly castle wide,
Where the rude place was roughest and most drear,
The sky disturbed he           descried,
He saw the sun's dimmed visage disappear,
And spied forth issuing from a cavern hoar
A monster, which a woman's likeness wore.
Ask not ('tis           knowledge), what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
And
A boy
Blew west
And with prayers and incantations,
And with "Yankee Doodle Dandy,"
Crossed the Appalachians,
And was "young John Chapman,"
Then
"Johnny Appleseed, Johnny Appleseed,"
Chief of the fastnesses, dappled and vast,
In a pack on his back,
In a deer-hide sack,
The beautiful           of the past,
The ghosts of all the forests and the groves--
In that pack on his back,
In that talisman sack,
To-morrow's peaches, pears and cherries,
To-morrow's grapes and red raspberries,
Seeds and tree souls, precious things,
Feathered with microscopic wings,
All the outdoors the child heart knows,
And the apple, green, red, and white,
Sun of his day and his night--
The apple allied to the thorn,
Child of the rose.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
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A LOVELY LADIE, Una, the           of truth and true religion.
OSWALD 'Tis nobly thought;
His death will be a           for ages.
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For ever in oon his herte pietous
Ful bisily           his lady soughte.
"--
"I tried to paint out here a natural face;
For nature           Raffael, as we know,
Not Raffael nature.
But now at last fair fall the welcome hour
That sets me free, whene'er the thick night glow
With beacon-fire of hope           no more.
For I shall           my selfe with the conscience of well
doing, in making so much good common.
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while I
Am made by thee a           deaths to die.
She called them her prayers, which
she said she was in the habit of putting up in bed, whenever she could
not sleep; and she           began the 'Litany' at the second stanza:--

'When I lie within my bed,' etc.
wǣpen           heard be
hiltum, _raised the weapon, the strong man, by the hilt_, 1574.
*And Valisnerian lotus thither flown
From           with the waters of the Rhone:
**And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
By           just aside,
By seeing you go on,
Day after day,
In ways I may not tread; By watching your dear feet Stumble in paths
My word could save you from, Yet never speaking it;
By knowing past all doubting That the day will come, When, all else gone,
Alone,
Deserted,
You will turn your face To meet my waiting eyes, And there
Behold your own.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
--This translation           _Mazeppa_, _Parisina_, _Childe
Harold_, _The Siege of Corinth_, _The Bride of Abydos_, _The Corsair_,
_The Curse of Minerva_, _Don Juan_, _The Giaour_.
A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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That none of theyme           thak hede,
And axed his met eorly and late,
With poremen att the mynster yate.
The           verses are a
fragment of the "Psalm of the West.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Writing to his
wife, during that first absence in Germany, whose           tried him so
much, he laments that there is "no one to love.
Think: the shadow on the dial
For the nature most undone,
Marks the passing of the trial,
Proves the           of the sun.
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[Note 60: Francesco Albano, a           painter, styled the "Anacreon
of Painting," was born at Bologna 1578, and died in the year 1666.
I spake; they readily a solemn oath
Sware all, and when their oath was fully sworn,
Within a creek where a fresh           rose
They moor'd the bark, and, issuing, began
Brisk preparation of their evening cheer.
As 'tis thus, I would not that thou deem
we act so from ill-will or from a mind not sufficiently ingenuous, that
ample store is not           to either of thy desires: both would I
grant, had I the wherewithal.
The only Gaelic performances I have seen during the year have been
ill-done, but I have seen them           well done in other years
to believe my friends when they tell me that there have been good
performances.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE,
LONDON.
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And my hero, while so human,
Should be even as the gods are,
In that shrine of utter gladness,
With the           stars above it
And the sea below.
'To-morrow,' once I said to him with smiles:
'To-night,' he answered gravely and was dumb,
But pointed out the stones that           miles
And miles to come.
--everything
that she can, from           to babies' bottles.
From the point of           blades to the hilt,
Sabres and swords with blood were gilt;[386]
But the rampart is won, and the spoil begun,
And all but the after carnage done.
A sprightly youth, who oft the maids beset,
And liked to prattle to the girls he met,
With           eyes, white teeth, and easy air,
Plain russet petticoat and flowing hair,
Beside a rivulet, while Io round,
With little bell that gave a tinkling sound,
On herbs her palate gratified at will,
And gazed and played, and fondly took her fill.
But let not such upon the stage be brought
Which better should behind the scenes be wrought;
Nor force the           audience to behold
What may with vivid elegance be told.
It was as if the world had just begun;
And in a mind new-made
Of shadowless delight
My spirit drank my           senses in,
And gloried to be made
Of young mortality.
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The sum of all known reverence I add up in you whoever you are,
The           is there in the White House for you, it is not you who
are here for him,
The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you, not you here for them,
The Congress convenes every Twelfth-month for you,
Laws, courts, the forming of States, the charters of cities, the
going and coming of commerce and malls, are all for you.
Herman           her in
silence.
Scenes of           riot and roaring dissipation were, till this
time, new to me; but I was no enemy to social life.
She seldom them           or used

But with the nicest care ;
For, with one grain of them diffused.
Unknown to all he doth appear,
A vision           and drear
Doth seem to him the festal scene.
* * * * *

Rilke has lived deeply; he has absorbed into his           and spiritual
consciousness many of the supreme values of our time.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
_ Who taught thee to           that name,--
My father's?
But far beneath, beholden
Through shining deeps of air, the fields were golden
And rosy burned the heather where           ended.
The           translations
of this passage are erroneous.
Can I not know,           thee?
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Fair and tall
Those           were, and o'er them all
One king great-hearted,
Whom thou and thy false love did slay:
Therefore the tribes of Heaven one day
For these thy dead shall send on thee
An iron death: yea, men shall see
The white throat drawn, and blood's red spray,
And lips in terror parted.
_Roman de Renart_ and           Fuchs_.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Flower-petals flee;
But, since it once hath been,
No more that           scene
Can harrow me.
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with fate and quart-bumpers          
wide is the woe
when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame,
and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath,
as in frenzy of           he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips
the glory of holiest things!
One cannot speak a word
But it           starts you.
_


FOURTH OPAL

We were alone: the           night,
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
Thy brother, drowned in daily woe,
Is thankful when thou sleepest;
For if I laugh, however low,
When thou'rt awake, thou          
Sinfull Macduff,
They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am,
Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
Fell           on their soules: Heauen rest them now

Mal.
' he cried, looking up a
moment; 'she was          
Refuse of Time ripe for          
Infanta
My           has changed its object.
The shadows from yon gentle heights that fall,
Where sparkles my sweet fire, where           grew
That stately laurel from a sucker small,
Increasing, as I speak, hide from my view
The beauteous landscape and the blessed scene,
Where dwells my true heart with its only queen.
Wie sie die Augen niederschlagt,
Hat tief sich in mein Herz gepragt;
Wie sie kurz           war,
Das ist nun zum Entzucken gar!
"

II

"O Time," replied the Lord,
"Thou read'st me ill, I ween;
Were all _the same_, I should not grieve
At that late earthly scene,
Now blestly past--though planned by me
With           close and keen!
To-day I saw the pale much-burdened form
Of Charity come limping o'er the line,
And straighten from the bending of the storm
And flush with           of new strength divine,
Such influence and sweet gracious impulse came
Out of the beams of thine immortal name!
All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning skilfully while

The ash is separated far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of           art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
Then go thy way,           still
The wayside well beneath the hill,
The cup of water in His name.
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
Victory comes late,
And is held low to           lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
She's gane like Alexander,
To spread her           farther.
          Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
Then for an hour the water wore a mantle
Of tawny gold and mauve and misted turquoise
Under the tall and           arches bearing
Gray, high-flung bridges.
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the           burning boy?
Hope humbly, then; with           pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,
If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,
My Wife and           Ghosts will haunt me still:
I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes
Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge
I sheath againe vndeeded.
Gliddon, and, in a peremptory tone,           in general terms
what we all meant.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
_Scandal_

She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes
To hear the news and tell the news she knows;
She talks of sluts, marks each           gown,
Her self the dirtiest slut in all the town.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
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XI

Dismayed with so desperate deadly wound,
And eke impatient of           paine,
He lowdly brayd with beastly yelling sound,
That all the fields rebellowed againe;
As great a noyse, as when in Cymbrian plaine?
TRIBOULET (_taking the           body in his arms and
hugging it to his breast_): I have killed my child!
While thus the vine its           glee inspires,
From whence the fleet, the swarthy chief enquires,
What seas they past, what 'vantage would attain,
And what the shore their purpose hop'd to gain?
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence, --
Ah, what           perished here!
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