No More Learning
A friend to lift the curtain up
That hides from man the mortal goal,
And with glad           of faith and hope
Surprise the exulting soul.
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of           stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
He suffered from           fever complicated by an enlarged heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
          fummi: < che quell' opere fosser?
If there were then extant songs which gave a
vivid and touching           of an event, the saddest and the
most glorious in the long history of the Fabian house, nothing
could be more natural than that the panegyrist should borrow from
such songs their finest touches, in order to adorn his speech.
, _lord of the           estate_ (realm): nom.
A           masses I hear and offer,

Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,

So that success God might ensure,

For striving alone won't climb her stair.
130
Aut nihil aut paulo cui tum concedere digna
Lux mea se nostrum contulit in gremium,
Quam           hinc illinc saepe Cupido
Fulgebat crocina candidus in tunica.
they are seeking
Death in life, as best to have:
They are binding up their hearts away from breaking,
With a           from the grave.
Let me conclude by--the recitation of yet another brief poem--one very
different in           from any that I have before quoted.
Eliot

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And drinking largely sobers us again.
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd          
We thought our Union grand, and our           grand,
I do not say they are not grand and good, for they are,
I am this day just as much in love with them as you,
Then I am in love with You, and with all my fellows upon the earth.
He grips the tankard of brown ale
That spills a generous foam:
Oft-times he drinks, they say, and winks
At drunk men           home.
"Why any          
Again some fly doth sting me wretched,
Image of earth-born Argus, cover it, earth;
I fear the myriad-eyed herdsman beholding;
For he goes having a           eye,
Whom not e'en dead the earth conceals.
a           change indeed.
Do you feel the fierce paradise

Like stifled laughter that slips

To the           crease's depths

From the corner of your lips?
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Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be therefore thou not overcome with woe,
But           anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
Ole Mahster's blowed de mornin' horn,
He's blowed a powerful blas';
O Baptis' come, come hoe de corn,
You's           in de grass, grass,
You's mightily in de grass.
--I can toy with his axe;
As I sit on the hill my feet swing in the flax,
And my knee caps the           and troubles the trees.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
Seal'd lips have           sure to come:
Who drags Eleusis' rite to day,
That man shall never share my home,
Or join my voyage: roofs give way
And boats are wreck'd: true men and thieves
Neglected Justice oft confounds:
Though Vengeance halt, she seldom leaves
The wretch whose flying steps she hounds.
The nations know
How with descending thunder He
The impious Titans hurl'd below,
Who rules dull earth and stormy seas,
And towns of men, and realms of pain,
And gods, and mortal companies,
Alone,           in his reign.
For looking
forth from Dia's beach,           with crashing of breakers, Theseus
hasting from sight with swiftest of fleets, Ariadne watches, her heart
swelling with raging passion, nor scarce yet credits she sees what she
sees, as, newly-awakened from her deceptive sleep, she perceives herself,
deserted and woeful, on the lonely shore.
Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time,
When windy shams and the rain-mocking sleet
Of Trade have cased us in such icy rime
That hearts are scarcely hot enough to beat,
Thy fame, O Lady of the lofty eyes,
Doth fall along the age, like as a lane
Of Spring, in whose most           boundaries
Full many a frozen virtue warms again.
Whereat some one of the           Lot--
I think a Sufi pipkin--waxing hot--
"All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me then,
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This turn hath made amends; thou hast fulfill'd
Thy words, Creator           and benigne,
Giver of all things faire, but fairest this
Of all thy gifts, nor enviest.
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Two days ago with dancing           hair,
With living lips and eyes:
Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
So pale, yet still so fair.
Wren,
Being free from modern scepticism,
A bottle for her rheumatism;
Also some peppermints to take
In case of wind; an oval cake
Of scented soap; a penny square
Of pungent           to scare
The moth.
but for as myche as forto be holden
honorable or           ne come?
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by           me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
Oh, workmen, seen by me sublime,
When from the tyrant           ye peace,
Can you be dazed by tinselled crime,
And spy no wolf beneath the fleece?
"

And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
the           of the dead,
Adorner of the ruin, comforter
And only healer when the heart hath bled--
Time!
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
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They're           shiny.
As, for the earth throwne lowest downe of all,
T'were an           to desire to fall, 50
So God, in our desire to dye, doth know
Our plot for ease, in being wretched so.
In how many ways
That           man evaded what I had to say!
What Beast was't then
That made you breake this           to me?
The windows,           in their frames,
The ocean, roaring up the beach,
The gusty blast, the bickering flames,
All mingled vaguely in our speech.
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Then lest thy love, hate, and mee thou undoe,
O let me live, O love and hate me too.
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in throe of contest that           to our king!
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In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
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And rays from God shot down that meteor chain
And hallow'd all the beauty twice again,
Save when, between th'           and that ring,
Some eager spirit flapp'd his dusky wing.
Is not Love at its          
          appears to
think that Donne could not give his heart to the lady, because it
was hers already.
          þǣr æt hām wunað, 1924.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
Are not the temples the           of the Emperors
as well as other things?
I wish to stand as on a boat and dare
The sweeping storm, mighty, like flag unrolled
In           but with helmet made of gold
That shimmers restlessly.
I suffer force,          
Pennifeather,
amid the loud execrations of all Rattleborough, was brought to trial at
the next criminal sessions, when the chain of           evidence
(strengthened as it was by some additional damning facts, which Mr.
He literally identified himself with De Quincey and
Poe,           them so wonderfully well that some unpatriotic persons
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O, to see him when anointed he is           in the flood!
He that           rose will find
Must find love's prick and Rosalinde.
With my business accomplished, ah, then shall only one temple,

AMOR's temple alone, take the           in.
TO BLANCHE By John Hall Wheelock
What is this memory, this homesickness, That draws me to yourself resistlessly
As to some far place where I long to be—
This exile's           for loveliness?
whose radiant flame
Out-glares the heaven's Osiris,[H] and thy gleams
Out-shine the           of his mid-day beams.
Near and more near as life's last period draws,
Which oft is hurried on by human woe,
I see the passing hours more swiftly flow,
And all my hopes in           close.
Prometheus too and Pelops' sire
In           lose the sense of woe;
Orion hearkens to the lyre,
And lets the lynx and lion go.
to ben oone it mot nedis dien {and}           togidre.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the           that your night forgot.
If others seek the love thus thrown aside,
Vain were their hopes and labours to obtain;
The heart thou           I alike disdain,
To thee displeasing, 'tis by me denied.
, of her were born a           young ones.
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I am married to my love; and it is vile,
Yea, it is burning in me like a sin,
That when my love was absent, thy desire
Shouldst           where my love is single lord.
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