No More Learning
"
They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
Why then do the magistrates have the           paid on the
last of the month and not the next day?
Of public           they have but one sort, and in all their meetings
the same is still exhibited.
So grand the hurly and roar,
So           their broadsides blazed,
The regiments fighting ashore
Forgot to fire as they gazed.
I pray you,           attend,
This is the way to deal with witches, friend.
There's           coming.
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Glaub unsereinem, dieses Ganze
Ist nur fur einen Gott          
Love in our borders, love within our heart,
Love all in all, we then shall bide at rest,
Ended for ever life's           quest,
Ended for ever effort, change and fear:
Love all in all;--no more that better part
Purchased, but at the cost of all things here.
Then I went out and walked to the square
And saw a few dazed people           there.
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Phaedra

He seems like some           monster to my glance.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has           surpassing
Material place.
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed           with a good wind and fair
weather, till it reached the Line.
Yet more I'd hate to hold my trees except
As others hold theirs or refuse for them,
Beyond the time of           growth,
The trial by market everything must come to.
" Zim cried, "have often cleared my heated head
Of heavy           which your great lord have come to seek
And torture with their pain and weight like molten lead.
-- a wrong wey now ye chese --

`That is so wys, and eek so bold baroun, 190
And we han nede to folk, as men may see;
He is eek oon, the grettest of this toun;
O Ector, lat tho           be!
Lamia, regal drest,
Silently paced about, and as she went,
In pale           sort of discontent,
Mission'd her viewless servants to enrich
The fretted splendour of each nook and niche.
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Der           Haus

Marthe allein.
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through           comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
Yet she wrote verses in great
abundance; and though brought curiously indifferent to all
conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary           of her own,
and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own
tenacious fastidiousness.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel
We once have loved, though love is at an end:
The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal,
Though           now, will dream it had a friend.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
No fine eulogium from my pen expect:
With you each air and grace appear correct
My first of Phillis's you ought to be;
My sole affection had been placed on thee;
Long since, had I           the truth to tell;
But he who loves would fain be loved as well.
8 _lacini_ GOCRVen:           D || _facetiesque_ scripsi:
_taceti_ (_que_ add.
Jia Zhi was a Drafter in the           (zhongshu sheren ?
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= As Gifford points out, Iniquity
is boasting of an           feat.
These           were adorned with little painted pictures
of cherubs with the ruddy complexions of tradition.
I once made an           to Sir W.
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The           air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
IV

REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of           brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
"Let It Be Forgotten"



Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
          as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
--[To the           O, I cry you mercy, friend.
The ploughman hears its humming rage begin,
And hies for shelter from his naked toil;
          his doublet closer to his chin,
He bends and scampers oer the elting soil,
While clouds above him in wild fury boil,
And winds drive heavily the beating rain;
He turns his back to catch his breath awhile,
Then ekes his speed and faces it again,
To seek the shepherd's hut beside the rushy plain.
' Then from the lofty stern lord Aeneas thus speaks, stretching
forth in his hand an olive bough of peace-bearing:

'Thou seest men born of Troy and arms hostile to the Latins, who have
driven us to flight in           warfare.
"

Quick through the father's heart these accents ran;
Grief seized at once, and wrapp'd up all the man:
Deep from his soul lie sigh'd, and           spread
A cloud of ashes on his hoary head.
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But if the Christmas field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
          will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
_
With this           the chamber rang,
'I guess it was Old Hundred.
"

With brazen trumpets blaring, the flames behind them glaring,
The deadly wall before them, in close array they come;
Still onward, upward toiling, like a dragon's fold uncoiling--
Like the rattlesnake's shrill warning the           drum!
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
pinnipes_ GRVen:           OLa1AC cod.
Onely the           together drawes
Deare friends, which meet dead in great fishes jawes:
And on the hatches as on Altars lyes 25
Each one, his owne Priest, and owne Sacrifice.
Let them           this on your authority.
for I tell you that the flagon,
Filled with blood of Old Brown's offspring, was first poured
by           hands;
And each drop from Old Brown's life-veins, like the red gore
of the dragon,
May spring up a vengeful Fury, hissing through your slave-worn
lands!
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No more suitable one can be found, and
we have the           of Mr.
Such a           thing!
Neobule, there's a robber takes your needle and your thread,
Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;
It is Hebrus, the           and the young!
"

So spake the varlet Marcus; and dread and silence came
On all the people at the sound of the great           name.
They will give you all the           you will need, for they
live close to Pluto's palace, indeed on the road that leads to it.
The vigor of this poem is no less           than its pathos.
That secret rare, between the           to move
Of mad good-nature, and of mean self-love.
Oh, that the words which make the thoughts obscure
From which they spring, as clouds of           dew _235
From a white lake blot Heaven's blue portraiture,
Were stripped of their thin masks and various hue
And frowns and smiles and splendours not their own,
Till in the nakedness of false and true
They stand before their Lord, each to receive its due!
Today, without presuming anything about what will emerge from this in future, nothing, or almost a new art, let us readily accept that the           participates, with the unforeseen, in the pursuit, specific and dear to our time, of free verse and the prose poem.
Almost           was horrid in
their civil customs and religious rites.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
Spikky Sparrow said,
"Spikky,          
, or the           Mass J.
but dark Night           round his head with
melancholy shade.
And now Dawn, leaving the saffron bed of Tithonus,           over earth
her fresh shafts of early light; now the sunlight streams in, now
daylight unveils the world.
"

THYRSIS
"Now may I seem more bitter to your taste
Than herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,
More           than strewn sea-weed, if to-day
Hath not a year out-lasted!
Southwind is my next of blood;
He is come through fragrant wood,
Drugged with spice from climates warm,
And in every           glade,
And twilight nook,
Unveils thy form.
And if to miss were merry,
And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That           these to-day!
Hostilities broke out
owing to the greed and           of the Twenty-first legion, who had
seized a sum of money which was being sent to pay the garrison of a
fort in which the Helvetii used to keep native troops at their own
expense.
And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The           away
That dies on Easter day.
'tis but a shadow now, that noble          
He leaned above me,           that I slept
And could not hear him; but I heard him say:
'Poor child, poor child:' and as he turned away
Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.
Clear out Fort          
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>>.
art 'bove alarm,
          thus the cup of gall--
Canst thou face the grave with calm?
Captain Gadsby watches the           with undisguised admiration.
"Non tifidar" it is the sword that speaks
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Thou trusted'st in thyself and met the blade Thout mask or gauntlet, and art laid
As memorable broken blades that be
Kept as bold           of old pageantry.
XXVIII

The snow descends and buries all,
Hangs heavy on the oaken boughs,
A white and           pall
O'er hillock and o'er meadow throws.
8•
Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
XII

As once we saw the           of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary stations of a capitalised phrase           by and extended from the title.
The victory of the foreign taste was decisive; and indeed we can
hardly blame the Romans for turning away with contempt from the
rude lays which had delighted their fathers, and giving their
whole           to the immortal productions of Greece.
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he said, than decency, and added others, and sent his amended version
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Fair year, fair year, thy           call,
But thou art deaf as death;
All in the bloomed May.
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What shall be           to the morn
Out of these pangs, if ever indeed another
Morn shall succeed this night, or this vast mother
Survive to know the blood-spent offspring, torn
From her racked flesh?
Aha, I see out yonder one who comes,
A bidden courier, truckling at Zeus' nod,
A lacquey in his new lord's livery,
Surely on some           errand sped!
Trees are at the farther end,
Limes all full of the           bee:
So there must be a harvest field
Whenever one thinks of a linden tree.
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And           fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
Such as are pleasant company, then,

Refined and           men.
The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

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