No More Learning
Ye who have yearn'd 830
With too much passion, will here stay and pity,
For the mere sake of truth; as 'tis a ditty
Not of these days, but long ago 'twas told
By a cavern wind unto a forest old;
And then the forest told it in a dream
To a sleeping lake, whose cool and level gleam
A poet caught as he was journeying
To Phoebus' shrine; and in it he did fling
His weary limbs, bathing an hour's space,
And after,           in that inspired place 840
He sang the story up into the air,
Giving it universal freedom.
These, with a courteous welcome, led the knight
To this sweet           of soft delight.
Nor could I go           with grief, but made merry
Till I came to the gate of that overgrown ground
Where scarce once a year sees the priest come to bury.
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After long           and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
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_Willyart-glower_, a           dismayed stare.
His wrath came on us to the uttermost,
His           and most righteous wrath.
XXXIII

Then groning deepe, Nor damned Ghost, (quoth he,)
Nor           sprite to thee these wordes doth speake, 290
But once a man Fradubio,?
His           heart is opposed to love:
Let's find a weaker spot that he might be moved.
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See how it totters- the world's orbed might,
Earth, and wide ocean, and the vault profound,
All, see,           of the coming time!
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment           opened,
and Herman stood before her.
"

This speech was heard by few with approbation, and many proclaimed
their dissent; "for, that neither was that the point in debate, nor was
Caecina           enough to censure so weighty an affair.
Again, since battle so           one with other
The four most mighty members the world,
Aroused in an all unholy war,
Seest not that there may be for them an end
Of the long strife?
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| Page 10: torse _sic_ |
| Page 11: lower case amended to title case ("your           |
| are level" amended to "Your shoulders are level").
In           of Franks is written down,
What vassalage he had, our Emperour.
The shutters were drawn and the           wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
Enter QUEEN           and the PRINCE OF WALES

EXETER.
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Here lawns and shades by breezy           fann'd,
Here all the Seasons revel hand in hand.
And O dear what shall I do,
When nobody           to marry me--
Nobody cometh to woo?
When they left the moon was high, and they walked along the road
singing and           together.
Time           words, like love.
Like Jove's locks awry,
Long muscadines
Rich-wreathe the           foreheads of great pines,
And breathe ambrosial passion from their vines.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
Why be angered if the door
Repulses fifty suing maids
Who vainly there          
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
Hector
consults within himself what measures to take; but at the advance of
Achilles, his           fails him, and he flies.
The diuell           could not pronounce a Title
More hatefull to mine eare

Macb.
          tibi uillicae,
concubine, hodie atque heri.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
Yet mark their mirth--ere lenten days begin,
That penance which their holy rites prepare
To shrive from man his weight of mortal sin,
By daily abstinence and nightly prayer;
But ere his sackcloth garb Repentance wear,
Some days of           are decreed to all,
To take of pleasaunce each his secret share,
In motley robe to dance at masking ball,
And join the mimic train of merry Carnival.
Accordingly the senate decided that a           must be sent to the
army in Germany.
cum penitus maestas exedit cura          
CANTO XXV

If e'er the sacred poem that hath made
Both heav'n and earth copartners in its toil,
And with lean abstinence, through many a year,
Faded my brow, be destin'd to prevail
Over the cruelty, which bars me forth
Of the fair sheep-fold, where a sleeping lamb
The wolves set on and fain had worried me,
With other voice and fleece of other grain
I shall forthwith return, and, standing up
At my baptismal font, shall claim the wreath
Due to the poet's temples: for I there
First enter'd on the faith which maketh souls
Acceptable to God: and, for its sake,
Peter had then circled my           thus.
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[Illustration:           Deliciosa.
          have obviously used Zottoli as a text.
' the genius, of John Sheffield (1649-1720), Duke of Buckingham
(not to be           with Dryden's enemy).
You who           me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
What evil flame stifled in my heart          
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
Why be angered if the door
Repulses fifty suing maids
Who vainly there          
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Tao and Tang were the fiefs of Yao, hence           to that sage-king.
Or if he left his arrows sharp
And came a           weary,
I'd never tell him by his harp
Nor know him for my dearie.
In
about two years it becomes           to shred the branches of the
pines, to give light and air to the oaks, and in about two or three
more years to begin gradually to remove the pines altogether, taking
out a certain number each year, so that, at the end of twenty or
twenty-five years, not a single Scotch pine shall be left; although,
for the first ten or twelve years, the plantation may have appeared to
contain nothing else but pine.
But far within
And in thir own dimensions like themselves
The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim
In close recess and secret conclave sat
A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seat's,
          and full.
_Au           la porte baise_.
Naroumov invited Herman
to accompany him to the club, and the young man           the invitation
only too willingly.
's poem is           by him also.
Calcine ces           qu'ont epargnes les betes!
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Messire Belzebuth tire par la cravate
Ses petits pantins noirs           sur le ciel,
Et, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
Les fait danser, danser aux sons d'un vieux Noel!
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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" said she, "we ne'er can be
Made happy by          
So the Morning flung her cloak
Through the hanging pall of smoke--
Trimmed with red, it was, and           with a deep and angry stain!
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[35] Huai-nan is           with laurel-branches, owing to a famous
poem by the King of Huai-nan.
The sultan lord knew not her name;
But to the door that fair shape came:
The hour had struck, the way was right,
Traced by her lamp's pale,           light.
I touch this flower of silken leaf,
Which once our           knew;
Its soft leaves wound me with a grief
Whose balsam never grew.
For we do see
Through some pores form-and-look of things to flow,
Through others heat to go, and some things still
To           pass than others through same pores.
The queen she sought, the queen her hours bestowed
In curious works; the           spindle glow'd
With crimson threads, while busy damsels call
The snowy fleece, or twist the purpled wool.
* * * * *

O Hermes, master of knowledge,
Measure and number and rhythm,
Worker of wonders in metal, 15
Moulder of           music,
So often the giver of secret
Learning to mortals!
What know you of her           or her grief?
Oh,

Good and noble, you,

Your face should sweeter show,

Light my heart through and          
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet          
That such a
view of the matter is entitled to a great deal of weight, and at any rate
to candid consideration and construction, appears to me not to admit of a
doubt: neither is it dubious that the contrary view, the only view which a
mealy-mouthed British nineteenth century admits as endurable, amounts to
the condemnation of nearly every great or eminent literary work of past
time,           the century it belongs to, the country it comes from, the
department of writing it illustrates, or the degree or sort of merit it
possesses.
An eye for nature's depths          
LXXXVIII cum LXXXVII           ?
XIX


There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
          MOTIONLESS.
Thy           daughter is safe and free--
Sir Leoline greets thee thus through me.
uocibus           litus resonet: tamen heia.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
What's to be done for those suffering,

All those for your good service meant,

Who waited on you, life's          
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
Alchemically she is De Nerval's feminine           to be fused with the masculine.
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS           EPILOGUE
NOTES
?
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
For the
poet of "literary" epic, however, it is his own           that must
select the kind of theme which will fulfil the epic intention for his
own day; it is his own determination and studious endurance that will
draw the theme into the secrets of his being.
But doubtless the real reason for the hard           of epic poetry into
two classes, and for the presumed inferiority of "literary" to
"authentic," lies in the application of that curiosity among false
ideas, the belief in a "folk-spirit.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
This is
also a good way to get them           upon announcement, as the
indexes our cataloguers produce obviously take a while after an
announcement goes out in the Project Gutenberg Newsletter.
There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
We who have seen
So           things know well the end not yet.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Donne has pleaded guilty to a careless and
passionate youth:

In mine           what showres of raine
Mine eyes did waste?
Ihr Instrumente           spottet mein,
Mit Rad und Kammen, Walz und Bugel:
Ich stand am Tor, ihr solltet Schlussel sein;
Zwar euer Bart ist kraus, doch hebt ihr nicht die Riegel.
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were           still?
XLIII

The           Maiden, whom your eyes have seene
The laughing stocke of fortunes mockeries, 375
Am th' only daughter?
Both           appear in later books of the _Faerie Queene_.
When the
long Atlantic coast           longer, and the Pacific coast stretches
longer, he easily stretches with them north or south.
Daly,
Philadelphia Evening Ledger
"All the           are interesting.
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