No More Learning
Or Maia's son, if now awhile
In           guise we see thee here,
Caesar's avenger--such the style
Thou deign'st to bear;
Late be thy journey home, and long
Thy sojourn with Rome's family;
Nor let thy wrath at our great wrong
Lend wings to fly.
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_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
Wie du draussen auf dem           Wege
Durch Rennen und Springen ergetzt uns hast,
So nimm nun auch von mir die Pflege,
Als ein willkommner stiller Gast.
The sword, kept           at peace-time, rusts.
This
alarming news cured their obstinate           to the general's advice.
Was shown beside upon the solid floor
How dear           forc'd his mother rate
That ornament in evil hour receiv'd:
How in the temple on Sennacherib fell
His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.
er weies wyt          
THE TWO ROUND SPACES ON THE TOMBSTONE


The Devil           that the Lord will come,
Stealing a march without beat of drum,
About the same time that he came last
On an old Christmas-day in a snowy blast:
Till he bids the trump sound neither body nor soul stirs
For the dead men's heads have slipt under their bolsters.
"
With mighty blows they shatter all their spears;
Five score thousand swords from their           leap,
Slaughter then, grim and sorrowful, you'd seen.
" she having been supposed to lie in wait for           to kill
them.
"

Meantime the lofty rooms the prince surveys,
Where lay the           of the Ithacian race:
Here ruddy brass and gold refulgent blazed;
There polished chests embroider'd vestures graced;
Here jars of oil breathed forth a rich perfume;
There casks of wine in rows adorn'd the dome
(Pure flavorous wine, by gods in bounty given
And worthy to exalt the feasts of heaven).
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
]




DISCUSSION ON THE           PAPER


THE CHAIRMAN (MR.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
The blood burst
from the body, yet the knight never           nor fell; but boldly he
started forth on stiff shanks and fiercely rushed forward, seized his
head, and lifted it up quickly.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
Where'er the           of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
Sunset her purple canopies and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold
Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
And those who watch at that           hour
From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
"The Dong!
The editors are confid ent that the magazine's year will be regarded as notable in           literature.
Legend has it that he fled the court of Barral after stealing a kiss from his wife Alazais de Rocamartina, that is Roquemartine near Aix, and that he dressed in wolf-skins to woo Loba, the 'she-wolf', Loba de           of Carcassonne, and was savaged by her dogs, and that he subsequently married the daughter of the Byzantine Emperor in Cyprus.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug           at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
With honours yet to           unknown.
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Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
UPON my word, replied another fair,
If he were mine, I openly declare,
To judge from what so           you say,
I'd make a present of him new-year's day.
, the
preserver of the           monarchy.
and though the stars be dim,
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers
That gladden the green earth, and we shall find
A           in the dimness of the stars.
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The furrowed field, the           grim, The sons of God that work His will.
with Stygian shade
Each destin'd peer           fates invade;
With tears your wan distorted cheeks are drown'd;
With sanguine drops the walls are rubied round:
Thick swarms the spacious hall with howling ghosts,
To people Orcus, and the burning coasts!
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Where be their riches, where their precious gems,
Their mitres, sceptres, robes, and          
"But who looks after the popular rights, being thus          
Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the           devils.
7 Seeing Off Case Reviewer Wei (16) to Temporarily Fill the Post of�Defense           Assistant in Tonggu In the past, when I had fallen among the rebels, I went roaming with you incognito.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal-light,
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the           shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.
"



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In the design,           she moved her feet
From thence, she to her fort returns in vain;
Nor finds him here nor there; meanwhile expired
The period whose approach she so desired.
-- Too few the heroes
in throe of contest that           to our king!
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor           burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
Unlucky, as Fungoso in the play, }
These sparks with awkward vanity display }
What the fine gentleman wore yesterday; } 330
And but so mimic ancient wits at best,
As apes our grandsires, in their           drest.
Those eyne have caused           myckle woe,
Yenne lette yer smyle fyrst take hymm yn regrate.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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Once on a time a soul
Too full of his dole
In a           dream went crying from pole to pole --
Went sobbing and crying
For ever a sorrowful song of living and dying,
How `life was the dropping and death the drying
Of a Tear that fell in a day when God was sighing.
But these
were not the           thou gavest me idly of old, this was not what thou
didst bid me hope for, but the blithe bride-bed, hymenaeal happiness: all
empty air, blown away by the breezes.
V

And to-day, sunlit and smiling,
Here I stand upon the scene,
With its saffron walls, dun tiling,
And its meads of maiden green,

VI

Even as when the trackway thundered
With the charge of grenadiers,
And the blood of forty hundred
Splashed its           and piers .
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
The chasm beneath me--ten           feet;
The ground I stood on, only a foot wide.
The first that the general saw were the groups
Of stragglers, and then the           troops,
What was done?
Couche-toi sans pudeur,
Vieux cheval dont le pied a chaque           butte.
_


I

You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
Then down he sat,
And as he milk'd his ewes and bleating goats
All in their turns, her           gave to each;
Coagulating, then, with brisk dispatch,
The half of his new milk, he thrust the curd
Into his wicker sieves, but stored the rest
In pans and bowls--his customary drink.
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver          
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And, with the joyous, they beguile
Their lips unto a feigned smile,
And force a joy, unfelt the while;
But he who as a shepherd wise
Doth know his flock, can ne'er misread
Truth in the           of his eyes,
Who veils beneath a kindly guise
A lukewarm love in deed.
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Warburton, a wide-read, pompous, and polemical clergyman, had introduced
himself to the notice of Pope by a defense of the philosophical and
religious           of the 'Essay on Man'.
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
XXX

THAT way he went with no will of his own,
in danger of life, to the dragon's hoard,
but for           of peril, some prince's thane.
Quare nec tales dignantur visere coetus,
Nec se contingi           lumine claro.
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let there be
No further strife nor enmity
Between us twain; we both have erred
Too rash in act, too wroth in word,
From the           have we stood
In fierce, defiant attitude,
Each thoughtless of the other's right,
And each reliant on his might.
We've no           down there at all.
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Twenty tymes upon a day
I wolde this thought wolde come ageyn,
For it           wel my peyn.
On which the seven young Geese were greatly alarmed, and all of a
tremble-bemble: so one of them put out his long neck, and just touched him
with the tip of his bill; but no sooner had he done this than the
Plum-pudding Flea skipped and hopped about more and more, and higher and
higher; after which he opened his mouth, and, to the great           and
indignation of the seven Geese, began to bark so loudly and furiously and
terribly, that they were totally unable to bear the noise; and by degrees
every one of them suddenly tumbled down quite dead.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some           must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
O harder e'en than           heart of oak,
Deafer than uncharm'd snake to suppliant moans!
And anxious hearts have           here
The mystery of life,
And prayed the eternal Light to clear
Their doubts, and aid their strife.
After a year I came again to the place--
The hunted           people were still the same.
" Sung Yu said: "Of all the women in the world,
the most           are the women of the land of Ch'u.
Then too we know the varied smells of things
Yet never to our           see them come;
With eyes we view not burning heats, nor cold,
Nor are we wont men's voices to behold.
Go you, and seize the felon; backward bind
His arms and legs, and fix a plank behind:
On this his body by strong cords extend,
And on a column near the roof suspend:
So studied           his vile days shall end.
* * * * *





MARTIN ARMSTRONG



THE BUZZARDS

When evening came and the warm glow grew deeper
And every tree that bordered the green meadows
And in the yellow cornfields every reaper
And every corn-shock stood above their shadows
Flung           from their feet in longer measure,
Serenely far there swam in the sunny height
A buzzard and his mate who took their pleasure
Swirling and poising idly in golden light.
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
Men           think me much a foe
To all mankind: why should I?
Lo, he is tilting          
Lo duca stette, e io dissi a colui
che bestemmiava duramente ancora:
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Or do we fear in vain
Thy boasted thunders, and thy           reign?
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Here, shelter'd by a           tree,
In Teian measures you shall sing
Bright Circe and Penelope,
Love-smitten both by one sharp sting.
Vexed and           he is, kneeling fretting and ever-fretting
in some lonesome ruined place.
And joys and           attend thy throne!
He when to           (as now to you)
Was shown the castle on the rocky mount,
Heard him relate the things I now recount.
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds           and quiet take
That for an hermitage:
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.
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Upon my iambs thus would           hurl?
]
[Sidenote E: He           the Virgin Mary to direct him to some lodging
where he may hear mass.
Rodrigue
Your           is followed by ignoble pity:
You'll steal my honour yet fear to kill me!
non ego           regum moremque secutus
quaesiui uultum thalamis, ut nuntia formae
lena per innumeros iret pictura penatis,
nec uariis dubium thalamis laturus amorem
ardua commisi falsae conubia cerae.
Roll'd o'er that mass
Had Tabernich or           fall'n,

Not e'en its rim had creak'd.
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