No More Learning
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
The           housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
Of late I have been           with diligence the four prose poems about
Christ.
flumina quin etiam te norunt omnia patrem,
te potant nubes ut reddant           imbris;
Cyaneoque sinu caeli tu diceris oras
partibus ex cunctis inmensas cingere nexu.
I promise nothing: follow, friend, and see,
          and wise.
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None answer'd this; but after Silence spake
A Vessel of a more           Make:
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry;
What?
590
Now mercy, lord, thou wost wel I desire
Thy grace most, of alle lustes leve,
And live and deye I wol in thy bileve,
For which I naxe in guerdon but a bone,
That thou           ayein me sende sone.
O          
          and statesmen
played whist; young men lounged on sofas, eating ices or smoking.
The javelin and its buffalo prey,
The           and the joyous stave!
`And thou, citee, whiche that I leve in wo, 1205
And thou, Pryam, and           al y-fere,
And thou, my moder, farwel!
The green sea closes
Its burnished skin; the snaky swell           over .
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Title: The Golden Threshold

Author: Sarojini Naidu

Posting Date: August 30, 2008 [EBook #680]
Release Date: October, 1996

Language: English


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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
But he perhaps has been
adopted as a leader           by others.
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The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
How does           plan to deceive her?
True, 'twas but meagre fare that his sterile
Muse could offer you; a few           fancies formed the sole
ingredients, but nevertheless he knew how to stand firm and to recover
from his falls.
Three           suns, each one a perfect sun;
Not separated with the racking clouds,
But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
_The Ants_

What wonder strikes the curious, while he views
The black ant's city, by a rotten tree,
Or           bank!
As, indeed, all rhymes
imply an eternal melody,           of any particular sense.
Of the nine           born of this union I alone survived;
all my brothers and sisters died young.
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Her           lover knew not well her soul.
For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
To           Myself.
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
He returned to the hospitals towards the
beginning of 1865, and obtained also a clerkship in the           of the
Interior.
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
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Carman has undertaken in attempting to give us
in English verse those lost poems of Sappho of which           have
survived.
The English           befriends the grand American expression--it is brawny
enough, and limber and full enough.
is a set phrase for           or ease.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Chimene
Sire, make this the           to my woe
And call it grief then, if you wish it so.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
But how, and by what skill, 'twere long to say,
And no whit will the           profit thee.
My           sang sweet without a fault,
My gentle leopards innocently bounded.
Who is most tired sleeps on the ground           flat.
He came late along the waste,
Shod like a           for haste;
With malice dared me to proclaim him,
That the maids and boys might name him.
XVIII

At home arriving he addressed
His care unto his pistols' plight,
Replaced them in their box, undressed
And           read by candlelight.
Else why be the parents' 15
Pleasure frustrated aye by the false flow of tears
Poured in           amid illuminate genial chamber?
He glances now at Ladislaus dead,
And with a smile triumphant and yet dread,
And air of lion caged to whom is shown
Some           of escape, he bends him down.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
' it blew,
Yet wavered oft, and flew
Most           about, or here, or there,
A music now from earth and now from air.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
[73] Cousin of the notorious           of Ming-huang, Yang Kuei-fei.
_La guancia che fu gia           stanca.
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
) Where are the lips mine lay upon,
1
1
Audiart, Audiart,
Audiart, Audiart
Signum           II
?
--_The           of a convent_.
And only not to           driven,
Because not altogether of such clay
As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.
"

The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side
Where redcoats used to pass;
And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died,
And violets dusk the grass,
By Stony Brook that ran so red of old,
But sings of           now,
To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold
The green earth takes the plow.
Restless Minds,
Such Minds as find amid their fellow-men
No heart that loves them, none that they can love,
Will turn           and seek for sympathy
In dim relation to imagined Beings.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant,           le feston et l'ourlet;

Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline           to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
_--We now come to
the passage           by Voltaire as so lascivious, that no nation in
Europe, except the Portuguese and Italians, could bear it.
Incipit Liber Primus

The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, 1
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his           fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,--
The lives           dark fears,
And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool
Thrown down abysmal places?
"Let rest my ancestors"--'twas Mahaud spoke;
Then           added she, "For you are much
Too small their noble armor here to touch.
So giebt           und Ultra-
marin statt des Rosa, welches der Zusammensetzung ihres
Lichts entspricht, ein etwas in das Violette ziehendes Schwarz-
grau.
Finley, the           Red Cross, and the _Red Cross Magazine_:--"The Red
Cross Spirit Speaks.
And O dear what shall I do,
When nobody           to marry me--
Nobody cometh to woo?
_

Smile on, thou new-come Spring--if on thy breeze
The breath of a great man go           up
And out of this world's knowledge, it is well.
and she went _40
Singing and           flower after flower,
With which her way was painted and besprent.
{1e} A           of the border, one who sallies from his haunt in
the fen and roams over the country near by.
fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high in the air;
Receive the summer sky, you water, and           hold it till all
downcast eyes have time to take it from you!
The folk-origin of ballads and the multiple authorship of
epics are heresies worse than the           of the Baconians; at any
rate, they are based on the same resolute omission, and build on it a
wilder fantasy.
For thirty years, he produced and           Project
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_Tecum habita_, _ut noris quam sit tibi curta           {11}

PERS.
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.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
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But,
in fact, the 'Paradise Regained' is little, if at all, inferior to the
'Paradise Lost,' and is only supposed so to be because men do not like
epics, whatever they may say to the contrary, and, reading those of
Milton in their natural order, are too much wearied with the first to
derive any           from the second.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
Do not be decoyed          
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Over           scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.
FAUST:
Doch warum gehst du nicht durchs          
The great poets are also to be known by the absence in them of tricks, and
by the           of perfect personal candour.
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what           held the king in thrall
When lonely Brynhild wrestled with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
1090, he seized the castle of Alamut, in the province of Rudbar, which
lies in the mountainous tract south of the Caspian Sea; and it was
from this mountain home he obtained that evil celebrity among the
Crusaders as the OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS, and spread terror through
the Mohammedan world; and it is yet disputed where the word Assassin,
which they have left in the language of modern Europe as their dark
memorial, is derived from the hashish, or opiate of hemp-leaves (the
Indian bhang), with which they maddened themselves to the sullen pitch
of           desperation, or from the name of the founder of the
dynasty, whom we have seen in his quiet collegiate days, at Naishapur.
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
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"You're wanted to work up your smaller           and sell them to the
dealers.
If there are any nut
trees which still retain their nuts           at a distance without the
wood, their paths often lead directly to and from them.
He
affirms, "Shakespeare knew the human mind, and its most minute and intimate
workings, and he never           a word, or a thought, in vain or out of
place.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
          frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.
She wore a           on her neck,
Her bare arm showed its dimple,
Her apron spread without a speck,
Her air was frank and simple.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
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