No More Learning
Now let me crunch you
With full weight of           love.
O, shun the sea, where shine
The thick-sown          
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This is Satan, and,           into conversation adjures the Son--

"If thou be the Son of God, command
That out of these hard stones be made Thee bread,
So shalt Thou save Thyself, and us relieve
With food, whereof we wretched seldom taste.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
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No ship was near; the light soon passed away;
The night the same; again appeared the day;
No vessel hove in sight; no food to eat;
Our couple's wretchedness seemed now complete;
Hope left them both, and, mutual passion moved,
Their           more tormenting proved.
In all my days I from the greed of the world
Virginal have kept my spirit's dwelling,--
Till now; yea, all my being I have maintained
Sacredly my own possession; for love
But made more           and more divine
My spirit's ownership.
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Thus day by day Daunger is wers,
More           and more divers,
And feller eek than ever he was;
For him ful oft I singe 'allas!
So           and so gay!
And chase to dreamland back thy gods          
Chickens escaped
From           congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the ramparts of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
Millennial heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
Since the lecturer has raised the question whether Li T'ai-po or Tu
Fu is the greater poet, I would say that the Chinese of the present
day           Tu Fu to be the greater.
_Quel vago           che 'l dolce riso.
A Dream about Cynthia_

VIDI te in somnis fracta, mea uita, carina
Ionio lassas ducere rore manus,
et           in me fueras mentita fateri,
nec iam umore grauis tollere posse comas,
qualem purpureis agitatam fluctibus Hellen,
aurea quam molli tergore uexit ouis.
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Jouet de cet oeil d'eau morne, je n'y puis prendre,
O canot          
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
denique si non est fati, cur traditur, ordo,
cunctaque temporibus certis uentura          
It seems you know not, then, so much as we:
The Cardinal           is within at rest,
Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin,
And brings from him such offers of our peace
As we with honour and respect may take,
With purpose presently to leave this war.
The great boulevards are           by lanes,
Wherein are the town-houses of Royal Dukes.
When thou           this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
And the Franks say: "Now shall you die, gluttons;
This day shall bring you vile          
I THINK I hear the god of verse reply:
Not quite so fast my friend, you may rely,
These matters never can the probe endure;
I understand you; Cupid, to be sure,
Is           found a very roguish boy,
Who, though he please at times, will oft annoy;
I'm wrong a wicked whelp like this to take,
And, master of the ceremonies make.
_ Aye,
The rack, the grave, all--any thing with thee, 40
But the tomb last of all, for there we shall
Be           of each other, yet I will
Share that--all things except new separation;
It is too much to have survived the first.
Teems not each ditty with the           tale?
" "Sir
          knight," replies Arthur, "if thou cravest battle only, here
failest thou not to fight.
uos conuiuia lauta           5
de die facitis?
The hills untied their bonnets,
The           begun.
' He understood the story, it seems,
as if it were some           old folk tale.
120 to 138 That therefore the           are necessary to be studyd,
by a Critic, particularly Homer and Virgil.
          had followed me; I sent her secretly to call aside
Akoulina Pamphilovna.
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LAND OF THE FREE By Gertrude           Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
Full many a           and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A scurvier ruffian than our guest to-day.
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His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
e           of he{m} ben ful
of penaunce.
Lest it abash them, the strange new splendour,
Lest it           them, the new robes clean;
Here's an old face, now, long-tried, and tender,
A word and a hand-clasp as they troop in.
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Long in misery 380
I wasted, ere in one           fit
I plung'd for life or death.
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.
Nature, health to be found in, 105;
man's work the most natural, compared with that of, 119;
the hand of, upon her children, 124, 125;
different methods of work, 125;
the           look of, 141;
the winter purity of, 167;
a _hortus siccus_ in, 179;
men's relation to, 241, 242.
Such inventions I wretched having found out
For men, myself have not the           by which
From the now present ill I may escape.
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The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
as Asia loves          
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
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The tygers of wrath called the horses of instruction from their mangers
They unloos'd them & put on the harness of gold & silver & ivory
In human forms distinct they stood round Urizen prince of Light
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A chief o' doughty deed;
In case that worth should wanted be,
O' Kenmure we had need.
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As thou didst proffer hope,           it not.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
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15 Spight o' the           cord, or her hot spit.
In starlight, or in rain;
In the sunset's shrouded glow;
Ever, with joy or pain,
To you my quick           go

Like winds or clouds, that fleet
Across the hungry space
Between, and find you, sweet,
Where life again wins grace.
Nor went Eumaeus from his home unmark'd
By Pallas, who in semblance of a fair
Damsel, accomplish'd in domestic arts, 190
          to the cottage' entrance, stood
Opposite, by Ulysses plain discern'd,
But to his son invisible; for the Gods
Appear not manifest alike to all.
Or if perchance one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And           in a sweet distress.
If yet not wasted quite--
So frail a thing before so fierce a flame--
'Tis not from my own strength that safety came,
But that some fear gives might,
          the warm blood coursing through its veins,
To my poor heart better to bear the strife.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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This is just what the original           to the
_Miscellany_ have done.
Here some are digging harbours, here
others lay the deep           of their theatre, and hew out of the
cliff vast columns, the lofty ornaments of the stage to be: even as bees
when summer is fresh over the flowery country ply their task beneath the
sun, when they lead forth their nation's grown brood, or when they press
the liquid honey and strain their cells with nectarous sweets, or
relieve the loaded incomers, or in banded array drive the idle herd of
drones far from their folds; they swarm over their work, and the odorous
honey smells sweet of thyme.
Over the fiery frontier of my realms
I will advance a           right arm
Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove,
And bid old Saturn take his throne again.
_ The blood-hounds employed for tracking
down a           will find him under any concealment, and never rest till
he is found.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
Friends and relatives were
sometimes           by this precaution.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
To be           of my body, so satisfied, so large!
Base men by his           are made great.
"
What on earth was the           to do?
Thy maidenhead is not wholly thine, in
part 'tis thy parents': a third part is thy father's, a third part is given
to thy mother, a third alone is thine: be unwilling to           against
two, who to their son-in-law their rights together with dowry have given.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
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'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom
of Souls
Faintly           still the notes that once were so dear.
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And men contending to ensepulchre
Pile upon pile the throng of their own dead:
And weary with woe and weeping           home;
And then the most would take to bed from grief.
The smallest scale upon his tail
Could hide six           and a whale.
After the precious and bright beaming stones,
That did ingem the sixth light, ceas'd the chiming
Of their angelic bells; methought I heard
The           of a river, that doth fall
From rock to rock transpicuous, making known
The richness of his spring-head: and as sound
Of cistern, at the fret-board, or of pipe,
Is, at the wind-hole, modulate and tun'd;
Thus up the neck, as it were hollow, rose
That murmuring of the eagle, and forthwith
Voice there assum'd, and thence along the beak
Issued in form of words, such as my heart
Did look for, on whose tables I inscrib'd them.
THE           OF THE POETS.
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[Sidenote F: Gawayne           to be asleep.
Copres, a monk, his           method of arguing.
A shoemaker, in making a pair of shoes, cannot spoil a
scrap of leather without having to pay for it; but in this           we
can spoil a man without its costing us a cent.
THE RIVER

And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
The same blue wonder that my infant eye
Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,--
Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed
The fragrant flag-roots in my father's fields,
And where           in the world he went.
Antony,
Leave thy           wassails.
Nor           thou have trusted that to womans frailty
E're I to thee, thou to thy self wast cruel.
Dear uplands, Chester's           fields,
My large unjealous Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and fruitful seasons!
Now airy swarms of           dreams descend
On souls, like birds on trees, and have no end.
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
          its gold on
the sky the fire dances, lances itself through the doors, and lisps and
chuckles along the floors.
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During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
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