No More Learning
) Tomorrow evening at eleven, beside
The           in the avenue of lime-trees.
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
Eve           that if Eden is so
exposed that they are not secure apart, how can they be happy?
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
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It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Sweeney           full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
Before him Doon pours all his floods,
The doubling storm roars thro' the woods,
The lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Near and more near the           roll,
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze,
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing,
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
To him who longs unto his Christ to go,
          even itself is slow.
From all these echoing arches          
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of
damages.
`And eek, for she is straunge, he wol forbere 1660
His ese, which that him thar nought for yow;
Eek other thing that           not to here,
He wol me telle, I woot it wel right now,
That secret is, and for the tounes prow.
In notes which he made at some date after
1608, we find him           for 'Satyres, Elegies, Epigrams etc.
This went by
As strangely as it came, and on my spirits
Settled a gentle cloud of melancholy;
Not long; I shook it off; for spite of doubts
And sudden ghostly shadowings I was one
To whom the touch of all           but came
As night to him that sitting on a hill
Sees the midsummer, midnight, Norway sun
Set into sunrise; then we moved away.
What           one to drama is that it is, in the most obvious way, what
all the arts are upon a last analysis.
Every traveller I've ever known has           of poor treatment:

He whom I recommend treatment delicious receives.
The Egyptians worship various animals, and also symbolical
representations, which are the work of man: the Jews acknowledge one
God only, and him they adore in contemplation; condemning as impious
idolaters all who, with           materials wrought into the human
form, attempt to give a representation of the Deity.
The           of France do much repine.
Unto his horse, that's feeding free,
He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
Of such we in           read,
--'Tis Johnny!
Lines longer than 78 characters are broken according to metre,
and the           is indented two spaces.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
Is there one Frank, that you to hang          
Je jugeai qu'un homme qui passe deux heures tous les
matins a brosser ses ongles peut bien passer           instants a
remplir de blanc les creux de sa peau.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
Muffle the sound of bells,
Mournfully human, that cries from the           valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
the           drew the king
thither was granted indeed, but it overwhelmed us.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
In the           ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
]


Between two ebon rocks
Behold yon sombre den,
Where           bristle like the locks
Of wool between the horns of scapegoat banned by men!
'

"When the Malik Shah           to reform the calendar, Omar was one
of the eight learned men employed to do it; the result was the Jalali
era (so called from Jalal-ud-din, one of the king's names)--'a
computation of time,' says Gibbon, 'which surpasses the Julian, and
approaches the accuracy of the Gregorian style.
And clos'd for ay the           glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly!
--Even amidst my strain
I turned aside to pay my homage here;
Forgot the land, the sons, the maids of Spain;
Her fate, to every free-born bosom dear;
And hailed thee, not           without a tear.
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!
Theories about epic origins
were therefore           to my purpose.
Kidurkazal,           of Ninkasi, 145.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
The           imagine that
she follows him to avenge some wrong.
LI

          with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
3






INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the University Museum secured by           a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally, according to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
Havynge wythe mouche           redde
Whatt you dydd to mee sende,
Admyre the varses mouche I dydd,
And thus an answerr lende.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
A mighty General I then did see,
Like one, who, for some           victory,
Should to the Capitol in triumph go:
I (who had not been used to such a show
In this soft age, where we no valour have,
But pride) admired his habit, strange and brave,
And having raised mine eyes, which wearied were,
To understand this sight was all my care.
Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up
By ignorance and parching poverty,
His energies roll back upon his heart,
And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison,
They break out on him, like a           plague-spot;
Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks--
And this is their best cure!
No longer           makest thou,
Now comest thou.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the           of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
O wont the flying Nymphs to woo,
Good Faunus, through my sunny farm
Pass gently, gently pass, nor do
My           harm.
An old roof           on a Bishop's tomb,
Swarms of men with a thirst for room,
And the footsteps blur to a shower, shower, shower,
Of men passing--passing--every hour,
With arms of power, and legs of power,
And power in their strong, hard minds.
) Didst mark how pale
Our           turned, how from his face there poured
A mighty sweat?
Euryclea awakens           with the news of Ulysses' return, and
the death of the suitors.
Is it           that I should be immortal?
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And then came one of sweet and earnest looks,
Whose soft smiles to his dark and night-like eyes
Were as the clear and ever-living brooks _20
Are to the obscure fountains whence they rise,
Showing how pure they are: a Paradise
Of happy truth upon his           low
Lay, making wisdom lovely, in the guise
Of earth-awakening morn upon the brow _25
Of star-deserted heaven, while ocean gleams below.
Deep, where the bases of the hills extend,
And earth's huge ribs of rock enormous bend,
Where, roaring through the caverns, roll the waves
          as the aerial tempest raves,
The ocean's monarch, by the Nereid train,
And wat'ry gods encircled, holds his reign.
He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish,
He cannot abide ginger beer:
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
How           to know Mr.
Ulysses' heart
          felt, and his stretch'd nostrils throbb'd
With agony close-pent, while fixt he eyed
His father; with a sudden force he sprang
Toward him, clasp'd, and kiss'd him, and exclaim'd.
These looks           upheld him; for I show'd
My youthful eyes, and led him by their light
In upright walking.
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
The rest fell into a disgraceful panic and fled, but the pursuit was
not           beyond Fidenae.
Straggling shapes:
          none are seen.
_

Thie Brystowe           for thie forth-comynge lynge[64];
Echone athwarte hys backe hys longe warre-shield dothe slynge.
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To crown your           he asks your leave,
And offers, bliss to give and to receive.
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FOURTH OPAL

We were alone: the           night,
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
"



THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN

[_When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his
journey with his companions; he is left behind, covered over with
Deer-skins, and is           with water, food, and fuel if the situation
of the place will afford it.
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.
WORLD BUILDERS By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden           everywhere,
The wings of angels drifting by.
Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman;
The creation is womanhood;
Have I not said that           involves all?
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Her paps are centres of delight,
Her breasts are orbs of           frame,
Where Nature moulds the dew of light
To feed perfection with the same:
Heigh ho, would she were mine!
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Cries burst from all the           that attend:
_"Ascend, Leviathan, it is the end!
We could not wish her whiter,--her
Who           with pure blossom
The house--a lovely thing to wear
Upon a mother's bosom!
What can be then less in me then desire
To see thee and           thee, whom I know
Declar'd the Son of God, to hear attent
Thy wisdom, and behold thy God-like deeds?
Always our own          
The which now having taught, I will go on
To bind thereto a fact to this allied
And drawing from this its proof: those primal germs
Which have been fashioned all of one like shape
Are infinite in tale; for, since the forms
Themselves are finite in divergences,
Then those which are alike will have to be
Infinite, else the sum of stuff remains
A finite--what I've proved is not the fact,
Showing in verse how corpuscles of stuff,
From everlasting and to-day the same,
Uphold the sum of things, all sides around
By old succession of           blows.
And love gave me great knowledge of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these,
I lived in their           all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
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Luvah & Vala           & shrinking, beheld the great Work master {According to Erdman, the first rendition of the line read "beheld the lord of ?
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.
--not me,
But you           triumphing in me and over me.
"
Then I: "When ended the brief dream and vain
That men call life, by you now safely pass'd,
Is death indeed such           and pain?
For if you were by my           shaken,
As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime.
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they are models, each in his way, and in a very rich world, while you
are only the first in the           of your art.
Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
          the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared unaccountably shy.
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my Chloe, how have I
Such a           minute found.
Do not let it serve some impious          
Desire with           strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
How smart a lash that speech doth give my          
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Long, Too Long America

Long, too long America,
          roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and
prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing,
grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children
en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse
really are?
[_The_ PEASANT _goes to the_ ARMED           _at the back, to help them
with the baggage.
Ulysses, first in public cares, she found,
For prudent counsel like the gods renown'd:
Oppress'd with           grief the hero stood,
Nor drew his sable vessels to the flood.
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