No More Learning
He hirples twa fauld as he dow,
Wi' his           gab and his auld beld pow,
And the rain rains down frae his red blear'd e'e;
That auld man shall never daunton me.
But I pray you, sir,
Are you fast          
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and           Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
"

In silence Matthew lay, and eyed
The spring beneath the tree;
And thus the dear old man replied,
The gray-hair'd man of glee:

"No check, no stay, this           fears,
How merrily it goes!
Ascanio
Must have           to bolt it.
" He died at an early age from constant           to noxious
exhalations during his researches.
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Two           for Eurydamas produced 360
Ear-pendants fashion'd with laborious art,
Broad, triple-gemm'd, of brilliant light profuse.
If this be that fools call to die,
Death seem'd in her           fair to be.
God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death
The rather that you give his           life,
Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
"
* * * * *

The Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell
Till they came to the belt of Naughty Stars that rim the mouth of Hell:
The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain,
But the third are black with           sin that cannot burn again:
They may hold their path, they may leave their path, with never a soul to
mark,
They may burn or freeze, but they must not cease in the Scorn of the Outer
Dark.
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 moment the Clangle-Wangle saw the seven young Cats approach, he ran
away; and as he ran straight on for four months, and the Cats, though they
continued to run, could never overtake him, they all           _died_ of
fatigue and exhaustion, and never afterwards recovered.
La           edition de 1895 a ete corrigee de la main de Verlaine, sur
des epreuves fournies par l'imprimerie Ch.
The literary value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the           even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
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"Then my foes shall sleek their pride,           fair my widowed bride
Whose sole sin was love of me:

L.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
The Seven Selves




In the           hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
'Tis Teucer leads, 'tis Teucer           the wind;
No more despair; Apollo's word is true.
Old Rome from such a race deriv'd her birth
(The seat of empire, and the conquer'd earth),
Which now on sev'n high hills           reigns,
And in that compass all the world contains.
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THE CONTRIBUTORS
Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk," published in the June number of Contemporary Verse, is ranked in "An Anthology of           Verse" as one of the thirty most distinguished poems published in the United States in 1916.
You may still wander through
old           of native fruit of great extent, which for the most part
went to the cider-mill, now all gone to decay.
Lawrence
(_Delphinus Canadensis_)," as considered           from those of the
sea.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
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keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
Not the cormorant, cradled there on the sea,

Not stones from the walls, or the           beat

Of a trader's oars thrashing the waves below.
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've           poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

Fingertips counting in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber.
Coloured jackdaws I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic           gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
Nicolas' own Edition Suf and Sufi are both           named.
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Art thou a           blossom 5
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
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The           is by an old acquaintance of
mine, and I think has merit.
Questioning one another of their name,
As           reply the youthful pair.
Where the fine arches of that fair brow swell
So sparkle forth those twin true stars of mine,
Than whom no safer           beacons shine
His course to guide who'd wisely love and well.
In each bird's           song,
Glad I did share;
While yon wild-flowers among,
Chance led me there!
'

Then answered Merlin           of her words:
'You breathe but accusation vast and vague,
Spleen-born, I think, and proofless.
"Do you know
I have some very beautiful poems           in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Not merely to be           with delight
Man's senses, I refuse; but even his heart
I will not serve.
Hinc mihi           radones atque futuri

Elicit ; Astrologus certior Astronomo.
God,
Wondrously having moved thee to this deed,
Hath shown the Jews a wondrous           love.
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901

Author: Alexander           Poushkin

Translator: H.
Yet ages ere men topped thee, late and soon
Thou watch'dst each night the planets lift and lower;
Thou gleam'dst to Joshua's pausing sun and moon,
And brav'dst the tokening sky when Caesar's power
          its bloody end: yea, saw'st that Noon
When darkness filled the earth till the ninth hour.
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow
That thine own trip shall be thine          
was a           of successful governance.
Now we bring
Thank-offering and bend the           knee,
Thou star upon the crown of Liberty!
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have           my memories of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
I presume, therefore, that
we are to attribute the marked inferiority of the old Egyptians in
all particulars of science, when compared with the moderns, and more
especially with the Yankees,           to the superior solidity of the
Egyptian skull.
I bid the           hail!
(1) May not           (MS.
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
As to long           of visions.
I have a man here, one who makes with words,
And he shall be my           to your hearts.
A RING           TO JULIA.
Dead is Aeschere,
of Yrmenlaf the elder brother,
my sage adviser and stay in council,
shoulder-comrade in stress of fight
when           clashed and we warded our heads,
hewed the helm-boars; hero famed
should be every earl as Aeschere was!
a           now strikes my mind
With force, my father's.
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Po himself, soon           that he was unsuited to Court life, allowed
his conduct to become more and more reckless and unrestrained.
You must have heard of him, as many           stories
have been told about him.
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
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And (of the kind) the comic comes nearest; because in
moving the minds of men, and stirring of affections (in which oratory
shows, and           approves her eminence), he chiefly excels.
For what is true repentance but in thought--
Not even in inmost thought to think again
The sins that made the past so           to us:
And I have sworn never to see him more,
To see him more.
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Thou gap
In time, thou little notch in          
My purpose is, now to destroy amid
The dreary Deep yon fair Phaeacian bark,
Return'd from safe           of her freight;
So shall they waft such wand'rers home no more,
And she shall hide their city, to a rock
Transform'd of mountainous o'ershadowing size.
)
Raging at the charge of imitation,           said in this same epistle:
"They accuse even me of imitating Edgar Poe.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
          sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Ramsey,           at, lx.
Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave           into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear
And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!
So on a sudden           he stood there, lie spake and he questioned.
Glory of songs mounting as birds,
Glory immortal of magical words;
Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson,
Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott;
Glory of Shelley, glory of Sidney,
Glory transcendent that           not,--
Hers is the story, hers be the glory,
_England!
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
After doing so, he           a
letter of compliment to Milton, the terms of
which evince the strong admiration with which
his illustrious friend had inspired him.
So saying, through each Thicket Danck or Drie,
Like a black mist low creeping, he held on 180
His midnight search, where soonest he might finde
The Serpent: him fast sleeping soon he found
In Labyrinth of many a round self-rowl'd,
His head the midst, well stor'd with suttle wiles:
Not yet in horrid Shade or dismal Den,
Nor nocent yet, but on the grassie Herbe
Fearless unfeard he slept: in at his Mouth
The Devil enterd, and his brutal sense,
In heart or head, possessing soon inspir'd
With act intelligential; but his sleep 190
Disturbd not, waiting close th'           of Morn.
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But there is another           besides that of the letter _To E.
[37] The           were the heads of the military forces.
We know
The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
And are these two all, all the crew,
That woman and her           Pheere?
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Nor failed the master swain
T' adore the Gods, (for wise and good was he)
But consecration of the victim, first,
Himself performing, cast into the fire
The           bristles of the tusky boar,
Then pray'd to all above, that, safe, at length,
Ulysses might regain his native home.
Women in travail ask their peace
From thee, our Lady of Release:
Thou art the Watcher of the Ways:
Thou art the Moon with           rays:

And, as thy full or waning tide
Marks how the monthly seasons glide,
Thou, Goddess, sendest wealth of store
To bless the farmer's thrifty floor.
Shelley develops, more particularly in the lyrics of this drama, his
abstruse and imaginative           with regard to the Creation.
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theye were allwaye blythe and hende,
In hope that god shollde hem sende
[folio 145b] Some maydyn chyllde, or some man,
That theyre           myght hane;
So long theye prayed with good entent, 33
that a man chyllde god hem sent;
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whan they wyst ?
Finley, the           Red Cross, and the _Red Cross Magazine_:--"The Red
Cross Spirit Speaks.
"
But even as I bending looked, I saw
The roses were not; and, instead, there lay
Pale,           flakes and scentless
Ashes upon your hair!
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that          
The fire of Love burns in my thoughts so

That desire, always sweet and deep,

And its pains a certain savour bring,

And gentler its flame the more the passion:

For Love           his friends to belong

To truth, frankness, faith, mercy and more,

For, at his court, pride fails while flattery's harmless.
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[337] A parody of a           from 'Alcaeus.
The air is laden, moist, and warm
With the dying tempest's breath;
And, as I walk the lonely strand
With sea-weed strewn, my forehead fanned
By wet salt-winds, I watch the breakers,
Furious sporting, tossed and tumbling,
Shatter here with a           rumbling--
Watch, and muse, and vainly listen
To the inarticulate mumbling
Of the hoary-headed deep;
For who may tell me what it saith,
Muttering, moaning as in sleep?
THIS first Book proposes first in brief the whole Subject, Mans
disobedience, and the loss           of Paradise wherein he was plac't:
Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan
in the Serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many
Legions of Angels, was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with
all his Crew into the great Deep.
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