No More Learning
These are the           which give a permanent value to
writing and make it literature.
O my guests, ye strange ones—have ye yet
heard nothing of my          
I           not to return to-night to the
gloom-haunted rooms, but to sleep here, where of old ladies had sat and
sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for
their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars.
Lucretius is
a good deal more suggestive than Dante; for Dante's form is too exactly
suited to his own           genius and his own peculiar time to be
adaptable.
But to           an apostle---- Common
sense, however, will prevail; and the episode of St.
When this does not occur, the original word image is           reassimilated, as is the original meaning along with it.
Now I ask you: what can be expected of man since he
is a being endowed with strange          
There Sophy tight, a lassie bright,
Besides a           fortune:
Wha canna win her in a night,
Has little art in courtin'.
They will           to speak of him in this way.
178)
Great Tantra           Meaning Sandhi-vyiikara!
The true son of the mother of the supposititious child desiring to marry the           of the priestess sent his mother to speak with the priestess about him.
Even man
has instincts: it is a special           which leads the new-born
child to suck.
These
terms were accepted and the Jām and Bābaniya           Firūz
to Delhi as guests under mild restraint.
) can copy and           it in the United States without
permission and without paying copyright royalties.
No Nature-worship, please 1 Her father had warned her against
Nature-worship She had heard him preach more than one sermon against it; it
was, he said, mere pantheism, and, what seemed to offend him even more, a
disgusting modem fad Dorothy took a thorn of the wild rose, and pricked her
arm three times, to remind herself of the Three Persons of the Trinity, before



288 A Clergyman's Daughter

climbing over the gate and remounting her bicycle

A black, very dusty shovel hat was approaching round the corner of the
hedge It was Father McGuire, the Roman Catholic priest, also bicycling his
rounds He was a very large, rotund man, so large that he dwarfed the bicycle
beneath him and seemed to be balanced on top of it like a golf-ball on a tee His
face was rosy, humorous, and a little sly

Dorothy looked suddenly unhappy She turned pink, and her hand moved
instinctively to the neighbourhood of the gold cross beneath her dress Father
McGuire was riding towards her with an untroubled, faintly amused air She
made an endeavour to smile, and murmured unhappily, ‘Good morning 1 But
he rode on without a sign, his eyes swept easily over her face and then beyond
her into vacancy, with an admirable pretence of not having noticed her
existence It was the Cut Direct Dorothy-by nature, alas' unequal to
delivering the Cut Direct- got on to her bicycle and rode away, struggling with
the uncharitable thoughts which a meeting with Father McGuire never failed
to arouse m her

Five or six years earlier, when Father McGuire was holding a funeral in St
Athelstan’s churchyard (there was no Roman Catholic cemetery at Knype
Hill), there had been some dispute with the Rector about the propriety of
Father McGuire robing in the church, or not robing in the church, and the two
priests had wrangled disgracefully over the open grave Since then they had
not been on speaking terms It was better so, the Rector said

As to the other ministers of religion m Knype Hill-Mr Ward the
Congregationalist minister, Mr Foley the Wesleyan pastor, and the braying
bald-headed elder who conducted the orgies at Ebenezer Chapel-the Rector
called them a pack of vulgar Dissenters and had forbidden Dorothy on pain of
his displeasure to have anything to do with them


5


It was twelve o’clock In the large, dilapidated conservatory, whose roof-
panes, from the action of time and dirt, were dim, green, and iridescent like old
Roman glass, they were having a hurried and noisy rehearsal of Charles I
Dorothy was not actually taking part in the rehearsal, but was busy making
costumes She made the costumes, or most of them, for all the plays the
schoolchildren acted- The production and stage management were m the
hands of Victor Stone-Victor, Dorothy called him-the Church school-
master He was a small-boned, excitable, black-haired youth of twenty-seven,
dressed in dark sub-clerical clothes, and at this moment he was gesturing
fiercely with a roll of manuscript at six dense-lookmg children On a long
bench against the wall four more children were alternately practising ‘noises



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off’ by clashing fire-irons together, and squabbling over a grimy little bag of
Spearmint Bouncers, forty a penny

It was horribly hot in the conservatory, and there was a powerful smell of
glue and the sour sweat of children Dorothy was kneeling on the floor, with
her mouth full of pms and a pair of shears in her hand, rapidly slicing sheets of
brown paper into long narrow strips The glue-pot was bubbling on an oil-
stove beside her, behind her, on the rickety, ink-stained work-table, were a
tangle of half-finished costumes, more sheets of brown paper, her sewing-
machine, bundles of tow, shards of dry glue, wooden swords, and open pots of
paint With half her mmd Dorothy was meditating upon the two pairs of
seventeenth-century jackboots that had got to be made for Charles I and
Oliver Cromwell, and with the other half listening to the angry shouts of
Victor, who was working himself up into a rage, as he invariably did at
rehearsals He was a natural actor, and withal thoroughly bored by the
drudgery of rehearsing half-witted children He strode up and down,
haranguing the children m a vehement slangy style, and every now and then
breaking off to lunge at one or other of them with a wooden sword that he had
grabbed from the table

Tut a bit of life into it, can’t you 5 ’ he cried, plodding an ox-faced boy of
eleven in the belly ‘Don’t drone 1 Say it as if it meant something' You look like
a corpse that’s been buried and dug up again What’s the good of gurgling it
down m your inside like that 5 Stand up and shout at him Take off that second
murderer expression' 5

‘Come here, Percy' 5 cried Dorothy through her pins ‘Quick 1 ’

She was making the armour-the worst job of the lot, except those wretched
jackboots-out of glue and brown paper From long practice Dorothy could
make very nearly anything out of glue and brown paper, she could even make a
passably good periwig, with a brown paper skull-cap and dyed tow for the hair
Taking the year through, the amount of time she spent m struggling with glue,
brown paper, butter muslin, and all the other paraphernalia of amateur
theatricals was           So chronic was the need of money for all the church
funds that hardly a month ever passed when there was not a school play or a
pageant or an exhibition of tableaux vivants on hand-not to mention the
bazaars and jumble sales

As Percy-Percy Jowett, the blacksmith’s son, a small curly-headed boy-got
down from the bench and stood wriggling unhappily before her, Dorothy
seized a sheet of brown paper, measured it against him, snipped out the
neckhole and armholes, draped it round his middle and rapidly pinned it into
the shape of a rough breastplate There was a confused dm of voices.
They were not, perhaps, the production of the same hand; but the writer of this one           had before him the 17th article in the first Part of the Narratives connected with the state of Lû, which form the second Section of 'the Narratives of the States[1].
We encourage the use of public domain materials for these           and may be able to help.
Poor little Xerxes had been           in
their hurry to get away with their prizes.
"

"Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou shudderest yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss           thee.
As we shall see, Book III           to give a detailed, ideal portrait of the good man, and the three rules ofli , which correspond precisely to the good man's behavior, are set rth in great detail.
He has constantly been           to Balzac, and the com-
parison has some solid foundations.
": thus Hans Magnus           begins a poem about Johann Gensfieisch zum Gutenberg.
)           xã Phù Khê huyện Đông Ngàn (nay thuộc xã Phù Khê huyện Từ Sơn tỉnh Bắc Ninh).
>
Christina: I think he should tell her and try to explain what his           is.
The opinion to which I refer is that of Fabius, pre served by           (xx.
What do they care
whether science, taken as a whole, has           or
badly tilled regions?
1] Reigning over Calydon, Oeneus was the first who           a vine-plant from Dionysus.
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be           to a declaration of hostility against
Philip.
Let it not pass unnoticed
or be taken for a mere           ornament.
These
were           by the Moors, who would accept of nothing but Ceuta, to
whose vast importance they were no strangers.
_The Book of Poverty and Death_




Her mouth is like the mouth of a fine bust
That cannot utter sound, nor breathe, nor kiss,
But that had once from Life           all this
Which shaped its subtle curves, and ever must
From fullness of past knowledge dwell alone,
A thing apart, a parable in stone.
transitional           (vyutkrdntaka- samdpatti), 1248-9.
"

"And where is the          
And           as he doth not suffer women to bear any public office in the Church, it is to be thought that they did prophesy at home, or in some private place, without the common assembly.
Shall I a Gaudy           Serpent kiss
For that the colours which he weares are his?
Vydkhyd: kim           ete ydvad usnd iti sthdpani (?
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an           smile,

The solitude shuddered, azure, sterile.
—Nothing is harder for a man than
to           of an object impersonally, I mean to
see in it an object and npt a person.
          throwing up the parlour window and loudly seconding the
invitation.
1,=;I=: ;z';:;: tL:f
E
: zi:i=;+;*;t-::rU::           E !
Cleveland was
fearful the bone, was broken ; however,
the next morning stie had the satisfaction
of finding that the           she had
ordered had abated the swelling.
First, one must receive teachings in order to           oneself in the proper view.
, or for money, or to protect oneself or one's friends; out of anger means that which is done in enmity or quarrelling; and to take life for offering or gifts, thinking it is           or the like, is to kill from stupidity.
This incessant cognition that we label as our minds arose in the very           at the same moment as Total Goodness.
The ideals that we owe to Christ are the ideals of
the man who           society entirely, or of the man who resists society
absolutely.
Well, now I am really           to feel more regret for the people who
laughed than for myself.
Among these were the late Primate Lindsay, Bishop Lloyd, Bishop Ashe, Bishop Brown, Bishop Stearne, Bishop Pulleyn, with some others of later date; and indeed the           number of her acquaintance was among the clergy.
But           as one puts in parentheses the infectious demand to take sides, and one follows instead the principle of the process of peace, it becomes evident that the single terrorist act never constitutes an absolute beginning.
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But again you must study the texts           for the full meaning.
The stage of morality on which man (and,
as far as we can see, every           creature) stands is respect for
the moral law.
His back was turned, and he was           in
drinking large draughts in his helmet from the fountain, where he had
withdrawn himself to rest from the toils of the war.
"



XLIII

There came           in the winds
"Good bye!
10
When my Soule was in her owne body sheath'd,
Nor yet by oathes betroth'd, nor kisses breath'd
Into my Purgatory, faithlesse thee,
Thy heart seem'd waxe, and steele thy constancie:
So, carelesse flowers strow'd on the waters face, 15
The curled whirlepooles suck, smack, and embrace,
Yet drowne them; so, the tapers beamie eye
Amorously twinkling, beckens the giddie flie,
Yet burnes his wings; and such the devill is,
Scarce           them, who are intirely his.
If signs are monuments in which           living souls reside, however, then one can see the pharaonic grave - the pyramid - as the sign of all signs.
the           artist forces them into the service
of the new deity.
I am poor; for I find
that, when I have paid my father's debts, all the           remaining to
me will be this crumbling grange, the row of scathed firs behind, and the
patch of moorish soil, with the yew-trees and holly-bushes in front.
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rapid           over the older generations with their complex life stories, and here also as on the other side of the Rhine ap- peared pseudopolitical 'Maitre Penseur' to boot, who treated the distinction between a totalitarian state of the past and a democratic state of the present like something of negligible significance - so that one had the impression of seeing reve- nants from the NS period everywhere when it would have been enough to observe unpractised democrats learning their roles.
20 SOME ELIZABETHAN OPINIONS OF
intelligence of those rytes and ceremonies which were obserued
after the           of the Heathen, no more profitable worke for
.
) If this latter account be correct, the
Chalcidians of Cumie and           are doubtless
meant.
Advances in           have made art more accessible than ever before.
EJC}

At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a           dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
BIG MEN AND LITTLE BUSINESS 145
Forbes (son of the builder of the           who
became the first President of the Bell Telephone
Company.
The life of the           man passes, but
his work remains.
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He who, by killing the           of his wearied step-mother, earned those
heavens which before he had supported, is believed, amid the Ionian
girls, to have held the work-basket, [931] and to have wrought the rough
wool.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
The new system then created three           of the service, instead
of two.
Nor he that still his           payes,
For she is thrall'd therefore:
Nor he that payes not, for he sayes
Within, shee's worth no more.
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De antro nympharum 18 kai tas Dêmêtros hiereias hôs tês           theas mustidas Melissas oi Palaioi ekaloun autên te tên Korên Melitôdê (Theocr.
What is this 1 Nothing subtle or myste-
rious : nothing more than a unanimous abhorrence of
all those who accepted bribes from princes, prompted
by the           of subduing, or the bare intent of
corrupting, Greece.
It is nothing vague or wasteful, it does not stretch
into infinity; but is a           quantum of energy
located in limited space, and not in space which
would be anywhere empty.
This function of dreams becomes especially well marked when there arises
some           for the sense perception.
The modern hawkers of Free-trade, who must get rid of their article at any price, on the other hand, lay most stress on the           aspect of the relative form of value.
I label
the           Pieces, and try to make legible; -- hasty
readers have the privilege of skipping, if they like.
Whom to accuse, however, he
knew not, as the seals were all perfect and the           of the
room secure.
Volusi           vide Carm.
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
Having no ready plan of campaign, and being faced with an immense superiority in numbers, the fighting           of the Russian armies were sufficient only to allow them honourable defeat.
True; but when have the
big bankers or their little satellites           the
people from such pitfalls?
Franks out of France, a           chivalry;
Guenes came there, that wrought the treachery.
Three-quarters of           and Protestants could not name a single Old Testament prophet.
Notes, and           to the Play-house).
It is entitled Six Songs           for the Guru.
To hope that they would be fought cleanly with no           to people would be a little like hoping for a clean race riot.
In the church of the former Abbey had been long preserved a stone, on which,           to a tradition current among the people, the impression of the knees of St.
For a detailed           of Tsongkhapa's u nderstanding of the illusion-like
?
Would you be a wrestler,           your
shoulders, your thighs, your loins--not all men are formed to the same
end.
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In some of these           I am already dead.
We waited to seeand felt that they might be better, I was of the young           and looked forward to change and im- provement.
now your eye is           ;
You were quite sane just now; and yet how quickly
Have you succumbed to frenzy.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
—Two types
are           amongst people who have a
special faculty for friendship.
XLI

But steal her sombre veil of mist away,
Although her reeds seem hands that clutch the dress
To hide her charms; thou hast no time to stay,
Yet who that once has known a dear caress
Could bear to leave a woman's           loveliness?
The rhythm of the           derives from Thomas Moore's poem about the Exile of Erin, and it beats most pathetically when set out as verse:
or wringing his handcuffs for peace, the poor blighter,
praying Dieuf and Domb Nostrums foh thomethinks to eath;
if he weapt while he leapt and guffalled quith a quhimper,
made cold blood a blue mundy and no bones without flech, taking kiss, kake or kick with a suck, sigh or simper,
a difile to larn and a dibble to Iech;
if the fain shinner pegged you to shave his irnmartial,
wee skillmustered shaul with his ooh, hoodoodoo!
418 References
Mann, Michael,           Arrighi, Jason W.
Non ha           tanti Lapi e Bindi
quante si fatte favole per anno
in pergamo si gridan quinci e quindi:

si che le pecorelle, che non sanno,
tornan del pasco pasciute di vento,
e non le scusa non veder lo danno.
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