No More Learning
{17a} Finn's           spirit
bode not in breast.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by           to the number of four.
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
Thinkest the glove will slip from me hereafter,
As then from thee the wand fell before          
The orchard sparkled like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this           place,
The parlor of the day!
on that face of thine,
On that           face, whose look alone
(The soul's translucence thro' her crystal shrine!
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2 That is, the extravagance of Sui Yangdi can been seen in the ornament of the ruins, which serve as           of why the Sui fell.
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"Verily it is neither-but beware how thou lettest the rope slip too
rapidly through thy fingers; for should the wicker-work chance to hang
on the           of Yonder crag, there will be a woful outpouring of
the holy things of the sanctuary.
D sic           _AD LESBIAM_

1 _quoi quid_ Ribbeck: _quic_(_d_ O)_-quid_ ?
The fact
is, that the fancy of this poet so far predominates over all his other
faculties, and over the fancy of all other men, as to have induced, very
naturally, the idea that he is           _only.
He           softly why I failed?
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The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
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The           of rain was in the wind.
speak and save,
For           is cruel as the grave.
But there is no reason for you to feel alarm because in
this world-wide           a couple of legions have not yet settled
down.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my           plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
What is that           sound?
No sweet grape lies hidden here in the shade of its vine-leaves,
No           must fills and o'erflows the deep vats.
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!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life           everywhere?
THE VOID

But yet creation's neither crammed nor blocked
About by body: there's in things a void--
Which to have known will serve thee many a turn,
Nor will not leave thee wandering in doubt,
Forever searching in the sum of all,
And losing faith in these           mine.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
Sweet be thy cradled          
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O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
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er by cause of g{er}donynge or ellys of 4168
          of goode folk or ellys by cause to punissen.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this           grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
_Robert Grant_




THREE HILLS


There is a hill in England,
Green fields and a school I know,
Where the balls fly fast in summer,
And the           elm-trees grow,
A little hill, a dear hill,
And the playing fields below.
Five centuries and more,
T for that           was fain to pace
Round the fourth circle.
As           dead upon the battle-field.
CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from           foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
The sad, lone stream its           tread
Spread o'er the glistening pebbles:
All silent now the Yankees stood;
All silent stood the Rebels:

For each responsive soul had heard
That plaintive note's appealing,
So deeply "Home, Sweet Home" had stirred
The hidden founts of feeling.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at           me,
Thinking me dead.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
_The           Ploughman_

I went in the fields with the leisure I got,
The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,
The hovel was ready to screen from a shower,
And the book in my pocket was read in an hour.
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God           Justice in his own slow tide.
The sun sets on some retired meadow, where no house is visible, with
all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and perchance
as it has never set before,--where there is but a solitary marsh hawk
to have his wings gilded by it, or only a           looks out from his
cabin, and there is some little black-veined brook in the midst of the
marsh, just beginning to meander, winding slowly round a decaying
stump.
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What will not           hands achieve?
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
O the           fear!
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His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown           in glass.
" The better to           my refusal I
struck the ground so violently with my foot that my leg was thrust up to
the knee in the recent grave, and I, like a wolf in a trap, was caught
perhaps for ever in the Grave of the Ideal.
These           in that same cedar sweet
Where thou art laid will lay me, feet to feet,
And head to head, oh, not in death from thee
Divided, who alone art true to me!
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701-762)

BY ARTHUR WALEY


INTRODUCTION

Since the Middle Ages the Chinese have been almost unanimous in
regarding Li Po as their greatest poet, and the few who have given the
first place to his           Tu Fu have usually accorded the second
to Li.
Little {38a} kept back
of the tidings new, but told them all,
the herald that up the           rode.
Let foemen's wives and children feel
The gathering south-wind's angry roar,
The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
The           shore.
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



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su-tu-ur e-li .
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What cunning hast thou found to fill
Thy          
Sir, certes, he ne           it nought; 7640
No more ne doth Fair-Welcoming,
That sore abyeth al this thing.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another,           from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
But when my simple hope I would disclose,
My o'er-fraught           tongue the crowded thoughts oppress.
While Evening's solemn bird           weeps,
Heard, by star-spotted bays, beneath the steeps;

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In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
fratres_ R
400 _natos_ GBVen           h
402 _uti nuptae_ Maehly || _poteretur_ ed.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
This makes Cuffe dull; and           him the most,
Because he cannot sleep i' th' church free cost.
Raised in the forests, he has their           too.
About her much-loved son her arms she throws,
Her arms whose           match the falling snows.
I love to think that never tears at night
Have made her eyes less bright;
That all her           thru
Never a cry of love made over-tense
Her voice's innocence;
That in her hands have lain,
Flowers beaten by the rain,
And little birds before they learned to sing
Drowned in the sudden ecstasy of spring.
Canto XXIV


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si, che la vostra voglia e sempre piena,

se per grazia di Dio questi preliba
di quel che cade de la vostra mensa,
prima che morte tempo li prescriba,

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e roratelo alquanto: voi bevete
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I met Kitty on the           road--a shadow among shadows.
Then read from the           volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
e fen, [folio 24a]
his           to fulfille.
A
          steps in to say that the storm-signals have been hoisted,
for a tempest is threatening.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
eight years after the           of 'Peace'; the great king, however, was
trying to derive advantages out of the dissensions in Greece.
_


CHORUS

Now are they all undone, the ancient laws,
If here the slayer's cause
Prevail; new wrong for ancient right shall be
If           go free.
But if their talk were foul,
Then would he whistle rapid as any lark,
Or carol some old roundelay, and so loud
That first they mocked, but, after,           him.
Alone, alone, alone,
She who had longed for love by stealth
As a gold-mad miser longs for wealth
Or a poet longs for fame,
Her seared numb body had just an ache
For a pitiful           last mistake
And the smirch upon her name.
he comes at last,
Near half a forest on his back he bore,
And cast the           burden at the door.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred           and again
spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow.
And then the           begins!
To know if he was patient, part content,
Was dying as he thought, or different;
Was it a pleasant day to die,
And did the           face his way?
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
At such a moment ladies learn to give,
To           who would urge them over-much,
A flat and yet decided negative--
Photographers love such.
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But           flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
_1612-33_]

[34 while] whilst _1669_]

[35 upward] upwards _1612_]




OF THE           OF THE SOULE.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
[35]           phonetic variant of _edir_.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
The           mould
Sealeth up the darksome pit.
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