No More Learning
After coming home I looked at my sword; I
tried its point, and I went to bed after           Saveliitch to wake me
on the morrow at six o'clock.
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All of you now,          
Your mark wuz on the guns,
The neutral guns, thet shot, John,
Our           an' our sons:
Ole Uncle S.
Dear sir, However desirous I might have been of giving you proofs of the
high place you hold in my esteem, I should have been cautious of
wounding your delicacy by thus publicly addressing you, had not the
circumstance of my having accompanied you amongst the Alps, seemed to
give this dedication a           sufficient to do away any scruples
which your modesty might otherwise have suggested.
I now have placed
My life, my honour, all my earthly hopes
Within thy power, but in the firm belief
That           like ours, sprung from one cause,
Will generate one vengeance: should it be so,
Be our Chief now--our Sovereign hereafter.
Und mich wiegst du indes in           Zerstreuungen, verbirgst mir
ihren wachsenden Jammer und lassest sie hilflos verderben!
O glorious           of soul!
He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
"

"Never was I           so before.
-twharte,           for_ -thwart.
CXXVIII

The count Rollant great loss of his men sees,
His           Olivier calls, and speaks:
"Sir and comrade, in God's Name, That you keeps,
Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps;
For France the Douce, fair country, may we weep,
Of such barons long desolate she'll be.
And still the smoke of fallen Ilion
Rises in sight of all men, and the flame
Of Ate's           is living yet,
And where the towers in dusty ashes sink,
Rise the rich fumes of pomp and wealth consumed.
of many a           night.
          catalogues the Lucknow MS.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
THE OLD MAID

I SAW her in a           car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me.
Ay, Regulus and the Scaurian name,
And Paullus, who at Cannae gave
His           soul, fair record claim,
For all were brave.
A weel-stocked mailen, himsel' for the laird,
And           aff-hand, were his proffers;
I never loot on that I kenn'd it, or car'd;
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers;
But thought I might hae waur offers.
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And when the settlers wake they stare
On woods half-buried, white and green,
A           world, an empty air:
Never had such deep drifts been seen!
' And           a loud squealing began in the
woods some hundreds of yards further up the mountain side.
An' now, ye chosen Five-and-Forty,
May still your mither's heart support ye,
Then, though a           grow dorty,
An' kick your place,
Ye'll snap your fingers, poor an' hearty,
Before his face.
          I love them not whose hands profane
Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street
For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign
Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade,
Save Treason and the dagger of her trade,
Or Murder with his silent bloody feet.
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PROKTOPHANTASMIST:
Ich sag's euch Geistern ins Gesicht:
Den           leid ich nicht;
Mein Geist kann ihn nicht exerzieren.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
O, this world's          
And whan that he in           was allone,
He doun up-on his beddes feet him sette,
And first be gan to syke, and eft to grone, 360
And thoughte ay on hir so, with-outen lette,
That, as he sat and wook, his spirit mette
That he hir saw a temple, and al the wyse
Right of hir loke, and gan it newe avyse.
Dryf out the           yow with-inne; 1615
And trusteth me, and leveth eek your sorwe,
Or here my trouthe, I wol not live til morwe.
Dip, when first shall arise our hills to gladden thy eye-glance,
Down from thine every mast th'ill-omened           of mourning,
Then let the twisten ropes upheave the whitest of canvas, 235
Wherewith splendid shall gleam the tallest spars of the top-mast, 235b
These seeing sans delay with joy exalting my spirit
Well shall I wot boon Time sets thee returning before me.
, _free, free-born_ (here of the lawful wife in           with
the bond concubine): nom.
--<< Non, madame, repondit           le poete, car elles sont, en effet,
tres bonnes, mais seulement la premiere fois qu'on en mange.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le           s'en vont deux silhouettes grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
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a youthful wight 780
Smiling beneath a coral diadem,
Out-sparkling sudden like an upturn'd gem,
Appear'd, and,           to a beauteous corse,
Kneel'd down beside it, and with tenderest force
Press'd its cold hand, and wept,--and Scylla sigh'd!
Whose is the heart that claims my          
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On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
) grant me boon of           laughter.
"

With this he drew from his pocket a letter, which he offered to me, and
I read as follows:--

"Shame on you, you old dog, for never writing and telling me anything
about my son, Petr' Andrejitch, in spite of my strict orders, and that
it should be from strangers that I learn his          
Though man's soul pass through           waters, Strange ways tp him are opened.
Thrice happy they that wander not life long
Beyond near succor of the           faith,
The guarded fold that shelters, not confines!
which seemed
A mine          
Paraphrase Of The First Psalm

The man, in life           plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
OSWALD I hid my head within a Convent, there
Lay passive as a           in mid winter.
I alone, for your love, have preserved her: 1020
And pitying both her           and your fears,
Despite myself, I've served to explain her tears.
Sons be ye quick--execute with dispatch
My purpose, that I may propitiate first
Of all the Gods Minerva, who herself
Hath honour'd           our hallow'd feast.
Then the           came bursting in, and with fire and sword made one
red havoc.
"

"And what manner of man is this          
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To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
The _Black Men_ are
in dark purple and the RED MAN is           dressed
in red.
This man is           so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,
Without relief seeking lost love.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright           shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
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As she saw
him           in arms and idly exultant: 'Why,' she cries, 'wanderest
thou away?
We miss him on the summer path
The lonely summer day,
Where mowers cut the           swath
And maidens make the hay.
In the Gates of Death          
, 1861]
_The stereotyped announcement, "All Quiet on the Potomac," was
followed one day in September, 1861, by the words, "A Picket Shot,"
and these so moved the           that she wrote this poem on the
impulse of the moment.
Lo           d'i novi Farisei,
avendo guerra presso a Laterano,
e non con Saracin ne con Giudei,

che ciascun suo nimico era cristiano,
e nessun era stato a vincer Acri
ne mercatante in terra di Soldano,

ne sommo officio ne ordini sacri
guardo in se, ne in me quel capestro
che solea fare i suoi cinti piu macri.
The glory of           was Goldsmith's Row (see note 3.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
          _(aside)_: I like this obedience.
Ever hath           his murmuring groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
CLXVII

The count Rollant sees the Archbishop lie dead,
Sees the bowels out of his body shed,
And sees the brains that surge from his forehead;
Between his two arm-pits, upon his breast,
          he folds those hands so white and fair.
Let them           this on your authority.
Oh,           men!
All scarred, you personally joined in battle, 36 brave and decisive, you crown the           achievement.
"
She then: "How you          
"
Answers him Guenes: "That will I soon make clear
The King will cross by the good pass of Size,
A guard he'll set behind him, in the rear;
His nephew there, count Rollant, that rich peer,
And Oliver, in whom he well believes;
Twenty           Franks in their company
Five score thousand pagans upon them lead,
Franks unawares in battle you shall meet,
Bruised and bled white the race of Franks shall be;
I do not say, but yours shall also bleed.
Upon the blue Symplegades: long years--
Long, though not very many--since have done
Their work on both; some suffering and some tears
Have left us nearly where we had begun:
Yet not in vain our mortal race hath run,
We have had our reward--and it is here;
That we can yet feel           by the sun,
And reap from earth, sea, joy almost as dear
As if there were no man to trouble what is clear.
[Illustration]

There was a young person of Bantry,
Who frequently slept in the pantry;
When           by the mice, she appeased them with rice,
That judicious young person of Bantry.
Neither yearns my heart
So feelingly (though that           too)
To see once more my parents and my home,
As to behold Ulysses yet again.
And I heard the song
Of spheres and spirits           over me:
One cried: "Our sister, she hath suffered long.
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Speared on her lance she left him on the plain,
And at the others drove with flowing rein;

LXXXIII
And so she shocked the second of the crew,
And dealt the third so           a blow,
From sell and life, with broken spine, the two
She drove at once.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
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"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one           "false note.
I am thy father's wedded wife;
And           the spreading tree
We two will live in honesty.
Oh, best of robbers who in Baths delight,
Vibennius, sire and son, the Ingle hight,
(For that the father's hand be fouler one
And with his anus           is the Son)
Why not to banishment and evil hours 5
Haste ye, when all the parent's plundering powers
Are public knowledge, nor canst gain a Cent
Son!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
          bring forth in safety.
on swā           hond swā him gemet þince,
687.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
step by step and stair by stair, _55
That           woman, gray and white and brown--
More like a trunk by lichens overgrown
Than anything which once could have been human.
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'Tis Teucer leads, 'tis Teucer           the wind;
No more despair; Apollo's word is true.
And a pair of be-ewtiful sambhur--horns for Doone to wear, free
of expense,           by--Doone.
Three like tones
only come           when divided by a "cesura," _e.
MARGARETE:
         
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between           and time,
Your consciousness and me.
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
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