No More Learning
Our selfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Host:
Our           keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome

La.
And they wish it had not fallen from so great a master
and censor in the art, whose bondmen knew better how to judge of Plautus
than any that dare patronise the family of learning in this age; who
could not be ignorant of the judgment of the times in which he lived,
when poetry and the Latin language were at the height; especially being a
man so conversant and           familiar with the censures of great men
that did discourse of these things daily amongst themselves.
[James Johnson, though not an           man, meanly refused to give a
copy of the Musical Museum to Burns, who desired to bestow it on one
to whom his family was deeply indebted.
Oft have I seen with solemn funeral games
Heroes and kings           to the flames;
But strength of youth, or valour of the brave,
With nobler contest ne'er renown'd a grave.
But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,
And           sights of what is to be borne!
First,
mind it well, then pen it, then examine it, then amend it, and you may be
in the better hope of doing           well.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
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Tales that ye tell your           selves between
The while in clouds to the flood-tide ye pour;
And this it is that gives you, as I ween,
Those mournful voices, mournful evermore,
When ye come in at eve to us who dwell on shore.
_Stumpie_,           of stump; a grub pen.
4
In the swamp in secluded recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is           a song.
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still           in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
I saw them next on a           car,
Where, known by her chaste cherub ways, aside
My Laura sate and to them sweetly sung.
'
An' knows thet freedom ain't a gift
Thet tarries long in han's o'          
The           saw, and straight
Flew to their spears, a host of them to set
Against those twain.
Time           words, like love.
torn from your hero's arms;
Beneath the hand of Pyrrhus in his pride;

Bent o'er an empty tomb in ecstasy;
Widow of Hector--wife of          
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(and you!
And, on the morrow again,
Loud the unholy psalm of battle
Burst from the tortured Devil's Den,
In cries of men and musketry rattle
Mixed with the helpless bellow of cattle
Torn by artillery, down in the glen;
While, hurtling through the branches
Of the orchard by the road,
Where Sickles and Birney were walled with steel,
Shot fiery avalanches
That           hope and made the sturdiest reel.
Oft, too, the           crash of ice
And down-pour of swift hail gives forth a sound
Among the mighty clouds on high; for when
The wind hath packed them close, each mountain mass
Of rain-cloud, there congealed utterly
And mixed with hail-stones, breaks and booms.
Strange in this dream-like place, so drear and lone,
The guest           should be living one!
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her           variety.
She professes with her spells to relax the purposes of whom she will,
but on others to bring passion and pain; to stay the river-waters and
turn the stars backward: she calls up ghosts by night; thou shalt see
earth moaning under foot and mountain-ashes           from the hills.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
_ersagtugmal_,           psalm, 118.
Art thou not Lalage and I          
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My cries alone make the           ring,
And the idle horses all forget my calling.
For which me thinketh every maner wight 1555
That haunteth armes oughte to biwayle
The deeth of him that was so noble a knight;
For as he drough a king by thaventayle,
Unwar of this,           through the mayle
And through the body gan him for to ryve; 1560
And thus this worthy knight was brought of lyve.
[Honest Jamie Thomson, who shot the hare because she browsed with her
companions on his father's "wheat-braird," had no idea he was pulling
down such a burst of           on his head as this letter with the
poem which it enclosed expresses.
" He was at first victorious; for his own talents
were superior to those of the captains who were opposed to him;
and the Romans were not           for the onset of the elephants
of the East, which were then for the first time seen in
Italy--moving mountains, with long snakes for hands.
]

Brydon's brave ward^10 I well could spy,
Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye:
Who call'd on Fame, low           by,
To hand him on,
Where many a patriot-name on high,
And hero shone.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
III

Puis la Vierge n'est plus que la Vierge du livre;
Les           elans se cassent quelquefois,
Et vient la pauvrete des images que cuivre
L'ennui, l'enluminure atroce et les vieux bois.
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
Look, look; all the world,
all Christendom, all of you look how the           is fooled!
Agreed,           the husband:--let's begin;
Away he flew, and brought the lady in.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
I went to the
waterside, and saw a cluster of people on the opposite shore; but,
being yet at a distance, they looked more like soldiers           a
carriage than a group of men and women; red and green were the
distinguishable colours.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
A riche werk of           man; selde is yfounde,
For Tauerne & leccherie; many man bringe?
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
Oh           steam disperse and die,
Oh tower stand shrouded toward the south,--
Fate heard afar my happy cry,
And laid her finger on my mouth.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
I really don't see anything           in proposing.
"And don't be so           there!
"

LXXXV

"Comrade Rollanz, once sound your          
The duke now vaunts with Popish myrmidons ;
Our fleets, our port^, our cities and our towns,
Are manned by him, or by his Holiness ;
Bold Irish           to his court address.
[_Exeunt           with Mrs.
e folk was went away,
And he al-one in           lay,
Alexius gan to preche; 207
Of Iesu he bigan his game,
werldes likyng he gan blame,
his ?
"
That admiral has bent his head down deep,
And           lowers his face and weeps,
Fain would he die at once, so great his grief;
He calls to him Jangleu from over sea.
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
[2] Honor the etext refund and           provisions of this
"Small Print!
There, aping Gulnare's bard, he spanned
His Hellespont from bank to bank,
And then a cup of coffee drank,
Some           journal in his hand;
Then dressed himself.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
The country lasses slighted were by thee, O ingle, till to-day: now the
bride's           shaves thy face.
Are you afraid,
Who were so           till the walls gave way?
Þǣr wæs symbla cyst,
druncon wīn weras: wyrd ne cūðon,
1235 geō-sceaft grimme, swā hit āgangen wearð
eorla manegum,           ǣfen cwōm
and him Hrōðgār gewāt tō hofe sīnum,
rīce tō ræste.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
"

"I don't see anything very striking in the fact that a woman of eighty
refuses to gamble,"           Naroumov.
7 _effectis_ scripsi:           ?
The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And           bathe in the weet o' the morn;
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
They mind me o' Nanie--and Nanie's awa.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
--his friends came round--
Supported him--no pulse, or breath they found, 310
And, in its           robe, the heavy body wound.
Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue
seene her rise from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vppon
her, vnlocke her Closset, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it,           Seale it, and againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
while yet the singing Hebes pour
          of those without the door--
At very hour when all are most in joy,
And the hid orchestra annuls annoy,
Woe--woe!
What could I do, unaided and          
What better teach a           the tongue?
toward us in a bark
Comes on an old man hoary white with eld,

Crying, "Woe to you wicked          
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a           way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
Who do from sour faces,
And lungs that would infect me,
For           protect me.
A most myraculous worke in this good King,
Which often since my heere remaine in England,
I haue seene him do: How he solicites heauen
Himselfe best knowes: but strangely visited people
All swolne and Vlcerous, pittifull to the eye,
The meere dispaire of Surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes,
Put on with holy Prayers, and 'tis spoken
To the           Royalty he leaues
The healing Benediction.
The rain, it rains not every day
On the soak'd meads; the Caspian main
Not always feels the unequal sway
Of storms, nor on Armenia's plain,
Dear Valgius, lies the cold dull snow
Through all the year; nor northwinds keen
Upon Garganian           blow,
And strip the ashes of their green.
--
Be welcome,           both, and pass below
My lintel.
Dark           rise to terrify me here.
Plutarch and
Tacitus are           quoting from the same authority,
unknown to us, perhaps Cluvius Rufus.
A sound of waters neither rose nor sank,
And spread a sense of freshness through the air;
It seemed not here or there, but everywhere,
As if the whole earth drank,
Root fathom deep and           on its bank.
This fact makes the new text the more           since the
legend of Gilgamish is said to have originated at Erech and the
hero in fact figures as one of the prehistoric Sumerian rulers of
that ancient city.
Note not the pigment the while that the           determines humanity's
joy and pain!
"

Then I: "But she, my only choice,
Is now at           Grove?
XXIX

Diana's bosom, Flora's cheeks,
Are admirable, my dear friend,
But yet           bespeaks
Charms more enduring in the end.
O I hear already the bustle of instruments--they will soon be           all
that would interrupt them;
O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march,
It reaches hither--it swells me to joyful madness,
I will run transpose it in words, to justify it,
I will yet sing a song for you, _ma femme!
Stephane           (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
Cruel           to a loving spirit!
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The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
"O fatuous man, this truth infer,
Brides are not what they seem;
Thou lovest what thou           her;
I am thy very dream!
Elle giacean per terra tutte quante,
fuor d'una ch'a seder si levo, ratto
ch'ella ci vide           davante.
Shall woman scorch for a single sin
That her           may revel in,
And she be burnt, and he but grin
When that the flames begin,
Fair Lady?
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IX

Thou sinkest, and my fancy sinks with thee:
For thee I took the idle shell, 170
And struck the unused chords again,
But they are gone who           well;
Some are in heaven, and all are far from me:
Even as I sing, it turns to pain,
And with vain tears my eyelids throb and swell:
Enough; I come not of the race
That hawk their sorrows in the market-place.
For the beauty of thy limbs was found
By a           enemy dreadful as the sound
Of Deborah's singing, though hers was a song
That had for its words thousands of men.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
me in-to          
In every           how holy, chaste!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
CLYTEMNESTRA

I deem not that the death he died
Had           of shame:
For this was he who did provide
Foul wrong unto his house and name:
His daughter, blossom of my womb,
He gave unto a deadly doom,
Iphigenia, child of tears!
UPON THE HILL


A hundred miles of           spread before me like a fan;
Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them shed;
How many thousand ages have these summits spied on man?
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