No More Learning
At last I           to open it, and I did not need to
read more than the first few lines to see that the whole affair was at
the devil.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
We are now trying to release all our books one month in advance
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And calles to mind his           alive,
How faire he was, and yet not faire to this,?
Look from this height whereon we find us
Back to the town we have left behind us,
Where from the dark and narrow door
Forth a motley           pour.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my           head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
As they seemed to me to have
an           beauty of their own, I thought they ought to be
published.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Those mighty periods of years
Which seem to us so vast,
Appear no more before Thy sight
Than           that's past.
Men,
too, he studied eagerly, the           and the highest, regretting always
that the brand of the scholar on him often silenced the men of shop and
office where he came.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
the youthful lover slain,
Poetical enthusiast,
A           hand thy life hath ta'en!
Yet think not though subdued--and I may well _350
Say that I am subdued--that the full Hell
Within me would infect the untainted breast
Of sacred nature with its own unrest;
As some perverted beings think to find
In scorn or hate a           for the mind _355
Which scorn or hate have wounded--O how vain!
The Novella of           and the
Comedy of _Grim_ xxx
6.
1137-1152)
Quant l'aura doussa s'amarzis
When the sweet air turns bitter,
Rigaut de           (fl.
A chaplain of Cortes, writing about thirty years
after the           of Mexico, in an age of printing presses,
libraries, universities, scholars, logicians, jurists, and
statesmen, had the face to assert that, in one engagement against
the Indians, St.
In order to enjoy it to the
full, indeed, one must know           of the life of the author, of the
circumstances under which it was written, and, in general, of the social
and political life of the time.
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Below him endless gloomy valleys, chill,
Will wreathe and whirl with           cloud, driven by the wind's
fierce breath;
But on the summit, wind and cloud are still:--
Only the sunlight, and death.
The wayfarer,
          the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
O heaven, that in thy airy courts confined
That purest spirit, when from earth she fled,
And sought the           of the righteous dead;
How envious, thus to leave my panting soul behind!
waver between_ their _and_ there): there something
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_Communitie.
TO SIR JOHN BERKLEY,           OF EXETER.
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an           fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; Hear, O hear!
          has told the world, of Poems
chiefly on natural subjects taken from common life, but looked at, as
much as might be, through an imaginative medium.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
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And oft-times mere           that receive
No just accomplishment.
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considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Their dawns bring lusty joys, it seems; their eves           sweet;
Our times are blessed times, they cry: Life shapes it as is most meet,
And nothing is much the matter; there are many smiles to a tear;
Then what is the matter is I, I say.
And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's successive generations roll'd
Of such a clod of           Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
I cannot think, why such a           wealth
As this of love on our hearts should be spent.
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Think on the dungeon's grim confine,
Where Guilt and poor           pine!
in the
library of the           of Crewe.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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Thou Who didst make and knowest whereof we are made,
Oh bear in mind our dust and nothingness,
Our wordless tearless dumbness of distress:
Bear Thou in mind the burden Thou hast laid
Upon us, and our feebleness unstayed
Except Thou stay us: for the long long race
Which           far and far before our face
Thou knowest,--remember Thou whereof we are made.
But sudden, in seeming triumph, the enemy host
Was           with death; and still the city stayed.
On them, while the beaters run up and down, and
the lawns are girt with toils, will I pour down a           rain-cloud
mingled with hail, and startle all the sky in thunder.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some           is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
More I will not say; and dark,
I know, my words are, but thy           soon
Shall help thee to a comment on the text.
This confession that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it          
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
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"Ne'er among men did any with such speed
Haste to their profit, flee from their annoy,
As when these words were spoken, I came here,
Down from my blessed seat,           the force
Of thy pure eloquence, which thee, and all
Who well have mark'd it, into honour brings.
They did so:
To th'           of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
Funeral Libation (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our          
          GRVen: _primipesue_ OLa1AC cod.
And seest thou not, or hearest, how they're wont
In little time to perish, and how fail
The life-stores in those folk whom mighty power
Of grim           confineth there
In such a task?
But now, all           of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the
scratching of thee; I would make thee the           scab in
Greece.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
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) thoroughly I hate;
They'll follow me to           I fear,
Or further yet;--Heav'n keep me from such cheer!
A           fingers pointed.
"'In the lodge that glimmers yonder,
In the little star that twinkles
Through the vapors, on the left hand,
Lives the envious Evil Spirit,
The Wabeno, the magician,
Who           you to an old man.
--

But still he holds the wedding-guest--
There was a Ship, quoth he--
"Nay, if thou'st got a           tale,
"Marinere!
Pass'd on, and sate by           Mentor's side;
With Antiphus, and Halitherses sage
(His father's counsellors, revered for age).
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
How my heart beats in           those two words!
Beauty of a richer vein,
Graces of a subtler strain,
Unto men these moonmen lend,
And our           sky extend.
And I had quite           you,
You and your name.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
"I have seen," he said,
"Rome's eagle in a Punic fane,
And armour, ne'er a blood-drop shed,
Stripp'd from the soldier; I have seen
Free sons of Rome with arms fast tied;
The fields we spoil'd with corn are green,
And           opes her portals wide.
Fame's pillar here, at last, we set,
          marble, brass, or jet.
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X

It was a           which none might view,
In spot so savage, but with shuddering pain;
Nor only did for him at once renew
All he had feared from man, but roused a train 85
Of the mind's phantoms, horrible as vain.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
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Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
With what enchantment and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or          
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
It was in your cup I drank intoxication,

When they saw me praying at Iacchus' feet,

And from your           eyes' secret lightening,

For the Muses made me one of the sons of Greece.
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When I sought to tell
Of battles and of kings, the           god
Plucked at mine ear and warned me: "Tityrus,
Beseems a shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,
But sing a slender song.
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Ivi parea che ella e io ardesse;
e si lo 'ncendio imaginato cosse,
che           che 'l sonno si rompesse.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I           you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
Then mix him with your Onion (cut up           into Scraps),--
When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms,           breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
_Quel sol che mi           il cammin destro.
heard words that have been
So nimble and so full of subtle flame,
As if that any one from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
And has           to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life.
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
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the           of taste.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
So York may           the town of York.
How many colors taken
On           Day?
By long years of patient industry
and reading of the newspapers,--for what are the           of science
but files of newspapers?
Fine, natural verse, and good, I say,

To him who can clearly           it,

If he hopes for joy, the better the fit.
Why should not Man,
Retaining still Divine similitude
In part, from such           be free, 510
And for his Makers Image sake exempt?
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