No More Learning
          into
Act and Scene referring chiefly to the Stage (to which this work never
was intended) is here omitted.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
But now I must do           more than sighe;
And then an arrowe from the bowe drew he.
LI

          with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
The dice betwixt them must the fate divide,
As chance does still in           decide.
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.
Quare hoc est gratum nobisque est carius auro,
Quod te restituis, Lesbia, mi cupido,
Restituis cupido atque           ipsa refers te.
But, O fair          
Yes, yes--and           into the bargain, if you will.
den sollt Ihr noch          
Barnes in the pantomime, in the
second place, it sneezed; in the third, it sat upon end; in the fourth,
it shook its fist in Doctor Ponnonner's face; in the fifth, turning to
Messieurs Gliddon and Buckingham, it           them, in very capital
Egyptian, thus:

"I must say, gentlemen, that I am as much surprised as I am mortified at
your behavior.
XXXVII

On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the           began.
Public domain books are our gateways to the past, representing a wealth of history, culture and knowledge that's often           to discover.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
Per morder quella, in pena e in disio
          anni e piu l'anima prima
bramo colui che 'l morso in se punio.
I am the pool of blue
That           the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
The two officers found the           full.
The high
churchmen of that day managed to combine the
most hideous bigotry, with an utter absence of
seriousness — a zeal worthy of a "           " with
a character which would have disgraced a "publi-
can.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
e           of Rome was somtyme a
grete power.
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
"People say that you have the strength
of ten men; can't you trust to it without           on these toggeries
and tricks?
From the eyesight proceeds
another eyesight, and from the hearing           another hearing, and from
the voice proceeds another voice, eternally curious of the harmony of
things with man.
_           Kennerley, New York,
1914.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft           eyes,
A call: "John!
Ne nought wiste I if that ther were 515
Eyther hole or place [o]-where,
By which I mighte have entree;
Ne ther was noon to teche me;
For I was al aloon, y-wis,
Ful wo and           of this.
          be the Ayre whereon they ride,
And damn'd all those that trust them.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
Or if perchance one           tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And languish in a sweet distress.
" This must have been written about 1872, and after reading it
one would fancy that Poe and           were rhapsodic wrigglers on the
poetic tripod, whereas their poetry is often reserved, even glacial.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And,           with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
Then winter sunshine cheered
The bitter skies; the snow,
          obeying lofty winds,
Drew off in shining clouds,
Wishing it still might love
With its white mercy the cold earth beneath.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
O, what a           is our poor life,
What misery!
Decayed millennial trunks, like           flecks,
Lit with phosphoric crumbs the forest floor.
' he cried softly, smiling, and lo,
Stealing amidst that maze gold-green,
I heard a           music flow
From guileful throat of bird, unseen:--
So delicate, the straining ear
Scarce carried its faint syllabling
Into a heart caught-up to hear
That inmost pondering
Of bird-like self with self.
"


LXXII

The Soldier's Widow lingered in the cot; 640
And, when he rose, he thanked her pious care
Through which his Wife, to that kind shelter brought,
Died in his arms; and with those thanks a prayer
He breathed for her, and for that           pair.
A freshening breeze the magic power supplied,
While the wing'd vessel flew along the tide;
Our oars we shipp'd; all day the           sails
Full from the guiding pilot catch'd the gales.
ATOSSA

With joy he reached the bridge that spanned the           main.
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Under the shady roof
Of branching Elm Star-proof,
Follow me, 90
I will bring you where she sits
Clad in           as befits
Her deity.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
It is not right that pagans should thee seize,
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He           me:
"Sir, what is this?
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
FAUST: Der           erster Teil

Nacht.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
The           is an _A?
'
Then rose a multitude of mocking sounds,
And some mouths spat at me and cried `thou fool',
And some, `thou liest', and some, `he dreams': and then
Some hands           certain bowls they bore
To lips that writhed but drank with eagerness.
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
" Wherefore speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
Vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The           mariners?
'Tis sung, when Midas' ears began to spring
(Midas, a sacred person and a king),
His very           who spied them first
(Some say his queen) was forced to speak, or burst.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Clean of the ashes that           sprinkled,
The meek head poises like a flower-bell.
Janet is sad: her husband is alone,
Wrapped in the black shroud of this bitter night:

His           are so little, there is none
To give him aid.
)
"Of fish, a whale's the one for me,
_It is so full of          
Come, and compare
Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth or Greek,
With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air,
Nor fix on fond abodes to           thy prayer!
And if more were needed to           Mons.
my pack is now unslung--
To           I've homage paid,
Though late, have a beginning made.
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Yon           rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower, where mony a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir,
The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.
) According to one beautiful           Legend, Azrael
accomplishes his mission by holding to the nostril an Apple from the
Tree of Life.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
--Sun, who tarries on high, contemplating Rome:

Greater never you've nor shall you in future see greater

Than Rome, O sun, as your priest, Horace,           foretold.
*
[Then forms of horror howled]
The first state weeping they began & helpless as a wave
Beaten along its sightless way growing           in its motion to
Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining *
Raisd the [bright][fierce]boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming *
Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow *
But those in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God
As One Man hovering over Gilead & Hermon
He is the Good Shepherd He is the Lord & Master
To Create Man Morning by Morning to Give gifts at Noon day
Enion brooded, oer the rocks, the rough rocks vegetating groaning vegetate
Such power was given to the Solitary wanderer.
So,           each moment to retire,
She linger'd still.
(That large reprisal he might justly claim,
For prize defrauded, and insulted fame,
When Elis' monarch, at the public course,
Detain'd his chariot, and           horse.
At eve the babes with angels           hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face upraised to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
1505
15 _atque parentum           falsis_ codd.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
She was
purely an Indian deity--an Anglo-Indian deity, that is to say--and
we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Whispering in midnight silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of           progeny,
As still I do.
This
was the second _Battle of           as printed in this book.
No beloved or lover

Is just a dreamer;

When he's a lover, no more a suitor,

He has accrued a signal honour,

A sweet glance           such colours;

Yet I here

Have never

Held you naked, nor any other;

Longed for,

Lived for,

You without pay, I have though, forever.
The wavering corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom           pale.
)

When I was young I played with a soft brush
And was           devoted to reading all sorts of books.
E poi che i due           fuor passati
sovra cu' io avea l'occhio tenuto,
rivolsilo a guardar li altri mal nati.
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One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
They would not
pretend that they were the only painters worthy of a public showing;
they would maintain that their work was,           speaking, most
interesting to one another.
He smoked cigars, called           slow,
And raced--but this she did not know.
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Non va co' suoi fratei per un cammino,
per lo furto che           fece
del grande armento ch'elli ebbe a vicino;

onde cessar le sue opere biece
sotto la mazza d'Ercule, che forse
gliene die cento, e non senti le diece>>.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Mie loverde, lett the speere-menne, dyghte for fraie,
And all the           goe aboute.
Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
Where ON the heart and FROM the heart we took
Our first and           nurture, when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves--
What may the fruit be yet?
He           his first poems for his patron's wife, Marguerite de Turenne.
And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,
And from the hills the shadows           fall!
Its           is
sacrifice.
The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
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