No More Learning
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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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?
Do they know
in Orenburg of the battle of          
Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
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They are commixed, through what unions fit
They function so, my country's pauper-speech
Constrains me sadly.
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e pronti sono a trapassar lo rio,
che la divina giustizia li sprona,
si che la tema si volve in disio.
Later, a sweet Voice `Love thy neighbor' said;
Then first the bounds of neighborhood outspread
Beyond all           of old ethnic dread.
Earth, water, air, in           action,
Through moist and dry, through warm and cold,
Going forth in endless germination!
His own nervous depression
was           relieved by the enthusiasm of the troops and of the
populace, who clamoured loudly for arms.
This           will tell thee why.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th'           to be.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
Rise, Mother, rise,           from thy gloom,
And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!
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Found friendship in the French,
And Honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
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In either wing two champions fought,
Redoubted Staig[98] who set at nought
The wildest savage Tory:
And Welsh,[99] who ne'er yet flinch'd his ground,
High-wav'd his magnum-bonum round
With           fury.
SILENUS:
The cavern has           numberless; _175
Hide yourselves quick.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
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You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
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The Battle of the Lake Regillus


The following poem is supposed to have been           about ninety
years after the lay of Horatius.
and beare up with the land,
The which afore is fairely to be kend,
And seemeth safe from storms that may offend; 5
There this faire virgin wearie of her way
Must landed be, now at her           end:
There eke my feeble barke a while may stay
Till merry wind and weather call her thence away.
Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour,
When           kneel before the Holy One,
The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.
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With lowered hands and           voices they sobbed a muffled song.
          slave to interest, ever join'd
With fraud, unworthy of a royal mind!
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Una           v'e che gia fu lieta
d'acqua e di fronde, che si chiamo Ida;
or e diserta come cosa vieta.
CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from           foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
Dwells there a god on all the           brow
More swift than Mars, and more than Vulcan slow?
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters,           you.
          in the midst of Erech weapons
the heroes purified.
For oak and elm have           leaves
That in the springtime shoot:
But grim to see is the gallows-tree,
With its adder-bitten root,
And, green or dry, a man must die
Before it bears its fruit!
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You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever building mansions new,
Nor           of the mansion of the tomb.
{29e} In hand he took
a golden goblet, nor gave he it back,
stole with it away, while the watcher slept,
by thievish wiles: for the warden's wrath
prince and people must pay          
His inclinations, however, pointed so decisively in the           of the
finer arts of life that he left the Military Academy after a very short
attendance to devote himself to the study of philosophy and the history
of art.
With a second instalment of the           table were copies of
the poems called _The Tournament_ and _The Gouler's_ (i.
Yet will you take a           friend's advice?
So again, with           slaughter, pelted backward to the water,
Fly Pigot's running heroes and the frightened braves of Howe;
And we shout, "At last they're done for, it's their barges they
have run for:
They are beaten, beaten, beaten; and the battle's over now!
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When that the four great English horsemen bore
So bloodily on thee, I leapt to front
To front of thee -- of thee -- and fought four blades,
Thinking to win thee time to snatch thy breath,
And, by a rearing fore-hoof stricken down,
Mine eyes, through blood, my brain, through pain,
-- Midst of a dim hot uproar           down --
Were 'ware of thee, far rearward, fleeing!
And far away across the lengthening wold,
Across the willowy flats and           brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
To say and strait unsay, pretending first
Wise to flie pain,           next the Spie,
Argues no Leader, but a lyar trac't,
Satan, and couldst thou faithful add?
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With noble shame inspir'd, and           rage,
His bands rush on, and foot to foot engage;
Thick bursting sparkles from the blows aspire;
Such flashes blaze, their swords seem dipp'd in fire;[300]
The belts of steel and plates of brass are riv'n,
And wound for wound, and death for death is giv'n.
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
_All repeat_ of king           Lamedon; _the words were caught from_ l.
_Which the whole world, or man the           hath.
_Enter_ HERALD

O land of Argos,           of mine!
Chopin wrote for the pianoforte a           etude.
(See other englisht copies of these '15 Tokens'           to St.
We are not poor, although we have
No roofs of cedar, nor our brave
Baiae, nor keep
Account of such a flock of sheep;
Nor           fed
To lard the shambles; barbels bred
To kiss our hands; nor do we wish
For Pollio's lampreys in our dish.
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Year after year will pass away and seem
To me, in mine eternal agony,
But as the shadows of dumb summer clouds,
Which I have watched so often darkening o'er
The vast           plain, league-wide at first,
But, with still swiftness, lessening on and on
Till cloud and shadow meet and mingle where
The gray horizon fades into the sky,
Far, far to northward.
Said, _Dear, I love thee_; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
The host took from one of the shelves
of the press a jug and a glass,           him, and, having looked him
well in the face--

"Well, well," said he, "so here you are again in our part of the world.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th'           time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
What           attendants,
What service when we pause!
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,

I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that fleshless chant
Rise solemn in the tree,

As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In           company.
          enim vulgo solemus infinitam arborum
nascentium indiscriminatim multitudinem Sylvam dicere: ita etiam libros
suos in quibus variae et diversae materiae opuscula temere congesta erant_,
Sylvas _appellabant antiqui_: Timber-trees.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
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[Sidenote E: The knight thinks of his           at the Green Chapel.
TEN months from hence I'll you a father make;
No longer time than that I ask to take;
This period o'er, the child to church we'll bring,--
If true, said Nicia, what a           thing!
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
You forge
Through surge,
To be in rending           rolled.
E'en hell's grim king Alcides' power confess'd,
The shaft found entrance in his iron breast;
To Jove's high palace for a cure he fled,
Pierced in his own dominions of the dead;
Where Paeon,           heavenly balm around,
Assuaged the glowing pangs, and closed the wound.
"

My leader thus: "A little further stretch
Thy face, that thou the visage well mayst note
Of that besotted,           courtezan,
Who there doth rend her with defiled nails,
Now crouching down, now risen on her feet.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
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Frtres           qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
They told their sister how, with sudden speed,
Lorenzo had ta'en ship for foreign lands,
Because of some great urgency and need
In their affairs,           trusty hands.
Away--away--'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er th'           soul--
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence--
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favour'd one of God--
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre--leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.
My life's long warfare seem'd about to cease,
Peace had my spirit's contest well nigh freed;
But levelling Death, who doth to all concede
An equal doom, clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace:
As zephyrs chase the clouds of           fleece,
So did her life from this world's breath recede,
Their vision'd light could once my footsteps lead,
But now my all, save thought, she doth release.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
Although Provencal poetry was a little on its decline since the days of
the Dukes of Aquitaine and the Counts of Toulouse, it was still held in
honour; and, when           arrived, the Floral games had been
established at Toulouse during six years.
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And gilded crosiers, and crossed arms, and cowls,
And helms, and twisted armour, and long swords,
All the fantastic           of windows 120
Dim with brave knights and holy hermits, whose
Likeness and fame alike rest in some panes
Of crystal, which each rattling wind proclaims
As frail as any other life or glory.
But in America, the coins current being
the sole arms of the aristocracy, their display may be said, in general,
to be the sole means of the aristocratic distinction; and the populace,
looking always upward for models, are insensibly led to confound the two
entirely           ideas of magnificence and beauty.
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