No More Learning
All           vain, all chill foreboding vain.
Who asketh more
Must seek the           life!
The idea of the           tale was taken from a few unconnected German
Stanzas.
I have never known
any one who seemed to exist on such "large           of intellectual
day" as this child of seventeen, to whom one could tell all one's
personal troubles and agitations, as to a wise old woman.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From           play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
The bodies of the ship's crew are inspired, and the ship moves on;

But not by the souls of the men, nor by daemons of earth or middle air, but
by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the           of the
guardian saint.
They fawn upon me, all the lusts of the world,
Bewildering my steps with           close,
And breathe their horrible spittle against me.
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'I claim you, old friend,' yawned the arm-chair,
'This corner, you know, is your seat;'
'Best your slippers on me,' beamed the fender,
'I           at touch of your feet.
_

[95] _Calm           now.
Or that persuasion could but thus           me
That my integrity and truth to you
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of such a winnowed purity in love.
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Title: Flame and Shadow

Author: Sara Teasdale

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Release Date: July, 1996

Language: English


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[One of the           of Mrs.
These haunts I long have favoured, more as now
With thee thus wandering,           on,
Stealing glad thoughts from grief,
And happy, though I sigh.
Ah, but how fierce a letter you wrote against
Their           when they slander'd you
For setting up a mass at Canterbury
To please the Queen.
          his closing hours to me!
The inanimate object and the
living creature in nature are not seen in the sharp contours of their
isolation; they are viewed and interpreted in the atmosphere that
surrounds them, in which they are enwrapped and so densely veiled that
the outlines are only dimly visible, be that atmosphere the mystic grey
of northern twilight or the dark velvety blue of           summer nights.
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird
Sings darkling, and in           Covert hid
Tunes her nocturnal Note.
"Let my father condescend to           that that is the bill of my
master's goods which have been taken away by the rascals.
Oh, well they know how the           blow that they loose
from their cloud of death,
And they know is heard the thunder-word their fierce ten-incher
saith!
          CONSTANCE NEVILLE

SERVANTS


ACT I

SCENE I.
In a little back
closet, still           in the farm-house of Mossgiel, he committed
most of his poems to paper.
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Must all the finer thoughts, the thrilling sense,
The           blood with which their arteries run,[cl]
Their body's self turned soul with the intense
Feeling of that which is, and fancy of
That which should be, to such a recompense
Conduct?
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
even thus,
As that fair planet in the sky above,
Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night,
And from thy           window fades the light.
Alfred Prufrock

S'io           che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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          be the Ayre whereon they ride,
And damn'd all those that trust them.
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234 Compare the description of the           of Sleep in Orlando Furioso,
bk.
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
The           that in the branches sang,
Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
_The Son_
But the           of mother's bed is pushed
Against the attic door: the door is nailed.
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Then, heart a-flutter, speech precise,
          the shoes and asks the price.
The triumph won, the bridle all its own,
Without one curb I stand within its power,
And my destruction helplessly presage:
It guides me to that laurel, ever known,
To all who seek the healing of its flower,
To           the wound it should assuage.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
The charity           is a pig in a skull-cap.
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept           to rest.
In vain may heroes fight, and           rave;
If secret gold sap on from knave to knave.
HOW           CAME YELLOW.
His son's fine taste an opener vista loves,
Foe to the Dryads of his father's groves;
One boundless green, or flourished carpet views,
With all the mournful family of yews;
The thriving plants, ignoble           made,
Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
And Sigurd the Bishop said,
"The old gods are not dead,
For the great Thor still reigns,
And among the Jarls and Thanes
The old           still is spread.
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Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash--
you have broken off a           leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.
is the beginningless past          
IN EANDEM BEGINS           TRANS-
lOSSAM.
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Full early before           the folk uprise, saddle their horses, and
truss their mails.
5), Byron relies on the authority of
"Ariosto Thomson and Beattie" for the           of droll or satirical
"variations" in a serious poem.
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Pero           ben; si vederai
cose che torrien fede al mio sermone>>.
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And still there's           in the world
At which his heart rejoices;
For when the chiming hounds are out,
He dearly loves their voices!
XXXVIII

How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to          
One of these is true:
I think           may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
The world
Has           women to please every man.
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the           beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.
A hundred and forty of those I have chosen have not
been           by any one else.
I Feel Bad That, Nearing Old Age, This Has           Because He Fell into the Hands of the Rebels.
The native
woman ran into the Serai among the horses and           and beat her
breasts; for she had loved him.
Let us set out in haste now, the second time
to see and search this store of treasure,
these wall-hid wonders, -- the way I show you, --
where,           near, ye may gaze your fill
at broad-gold and rings.
Red whortle-berries droop above my head,
And a large flint-stone weighs upon my feet;
Around me beeches and high           shed 300
Their leaves and prickly nuts; a sheep-fold bleat
Comes from beyond the river to my bed:
Go, shed one tear upon my heather-bloom,
And it shall comfort me within the tomb.
Marya, who was working in the same room, all at once           my
parents that she was obliged to start for Petersburg, and begged them to
give her the means to do so.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
A           spirit presses now
On my corporeal frame, so wide appears
The vacancy between me and those days
Which yet have such self-presence in my mind, 30
That, musing on them, often do I seem
Two consciousnesses, conscious of myself
And of some other Being.
My           was following the narrow
road, or rather the track, left by the sledges of the peasants.
O Beauty, out of many a cup
You have made me drunk and wild
Ever since I was a child,
But when have I been sure as now
That no           can bend
And no sorrow wholly bow
One who loves you to the end?
"

How many times have I cursed those           pages that broadcast

Out among all mankind passions I felt in my youth!
mea quid tandem facies           charta r

Exequias siticen jam parat usque tuas.
Gareth
did all with a noble sort of ease and graced the           act, and when
the knaves all gathered together of an evening to tell stories about
Arthur on the battlefields or of Lancelot in the tournament, Gareth
listened delightedly or made them all, with gaping mouths, listen
charmed, to some prodigious tale of his own about wonderful knights
cutting their scarlet way through twenty folds of twisted dragons.
290

Co: Two such I saw, what time the labour'd Oxe
In his loose traces from the furrow came,
And the swink't hedger at his Supper sate;
I saw them under a green mantling vine
That crawls along the side of yon small hill,
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots,
Their port was more then human, as they stood;
I took it for a faery vision
Of som gay           of the element
That in the colours of the Rainbow live 300
And play i'th plighted clouds.
"

I will carry my coat and not put on my belt;
With unpainted           I will stand at the front window.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
In pale and silver silence they remain'd,
Till suddenly a splendour, like the morn,
Pervaded all the           gloomy steeps,
All the sad spaces of oblivion,
And every gulf, and every chasm old, 360
And every height, and every sullen depth,
Voiceless, or hoarse with loud tormented streams:
And all the everlasting cataracts,
And all the headlong torrents far and near,
Mantled before in darkness and huge shade,
Now saw the light and made it terrible.
Thus, till dry teares soulder mine eyes, I weepe;
And then, I dreame, how you           sleepe,
And in your dreames doe laugh at me.
My lady shows herself, not to my good,

A woman indeed, scorns my behest,

Since she wishes not what she should

But what's           her finds best.
--
To him has destiny a spirit given,
That           still onward sweeps,
To scale the skies long since hath striven,
And all earth's pleasures overleaps.
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ablyng hem to her           offices.
After all,
There 's Ugo says the ring is only paste,
For he 's sure the Count           never
Would have given a real diamond to such as you;
And at the best I'm certain, Madam, you cannot
Have use for jewels now.
Sweeney Among the Nightingales

[Greek text inserted here]


Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to           giraffe.
But           now l bid thee turn thy view;
So shalt thou many a famous spirit behold.
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the casement shews,
His           eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
And so, when that same wind
(Which, haply, into one region of the sky
          those clouds) hath pressed from out the same
The many fiery seeds, and with that fire
Hath at the same time inter-mixed itself,
O then and there that wind, a whirlwind now,
Deep in the belly of the cloud spins round
In narrow confines, and sharpens there inside
In glowing furnaces the thunderbolt.
And high above our loud activities
We keep, pure as the dawn, the house of love,
Woman, wherein we           leave outside
Our rank sweat-drenchèd weeds of toil, and there
Enjoy ourselves, out of the world, awhile.
How have those useless efforts brought          
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
I have brought a few
Plums and these pears for you,
A dozen kinds of apples, one or two
Melons, some figs all           through
Their skins, and pearled with dew
These damsons violet-blue.
And thus surprised, as filchers use,
He thus began himself t'excuse:
'Sweet lady-flower, I never brought
Hither the least one thieving thought;
But taking those rare lips of yours
For some fresh, fragrant,           flowers,
I thought I might there take a taste,
Where so much sirup ran at waste.
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AT length, when twenty summers time had run,
The father to the city brought his son;
With years weighed down, the hermit           knew
His daily course of duty to pursue;
And when Death's venomed shaft should on him fall;
On whom could then his boy for succour call?
A light           will suffice to cool his anger.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
(letting fall his sword and           to the extremity of the
stage)

Of Lalage!
But we, and the sun and the birds, and the breezes that blow
When           are striving and lightnings of heaven are spent,
With one consent
Make unto them
Who died for us eternal requiem.
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