No More Learning
A Dardan youth there was, well known to fame,
From Panthus sprung, Euphorbus was his name;
Famed for the manage of the foaming horse,
Skill'd in the dart, and           in the course:
Full twenty knights he tumbled from the car,
While yet he learn'd his rudiments of war.
Either she hath received some vagrant guest
From distant lands, (for no land           ours)
Or by her pray'rs incessant won, some God
Hath left the heav'ns to be for ever hers.
"
That           Old Person of Burton.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
Chide me not,           band,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
But if his ideas were           crude and boyish they were not by any
means always so; he has flashes of genius, sudden beauties that take
away the breath.
What pleases me, as simple and _naive_,           you as ludicrous and
low.
XXXIX


I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
ever loving, lovely, and          
Whenever the Emperor thought of giving the poet some           rank,
Kuei-fei intervened and dissuaded him.
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the           of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's daughters three
Make runes in the rainless sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
For _I_ have friends who dwell by the coast--
          friends they are to me!
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
I turned; again the mournful chords,
In random rhythm lightly flung
From off the wire, came shaped in words;
And thus meseemed, they sung:

"I,           of many fates,
Strung to the tones of woe or weal,
Fine nerve that thrills and palpitates
With all men know or feel,--

"Is it so strange that I should wail?
[17] The Lusiad is also           poetical by other fictions.
_]

The maples, shedding their spinning seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their           nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
The           of the People--_G.
Wythe passent[67] steppe the lyonn mov'th alonge;
Wyllyamm hys ironne-woven bowe hee bendes,
Wythe myghte alyche the roghlynge[68]           stronge;
The lyonn ynn a roare hys spryte foorthe sendes.
Say, can I yield
Myself to thee, can I,           rank
And maiden modesty, unite my fate
With thine, when thou thyself impetuously
Dost thus with such simplicity reveal
Thy shame?
For thy humiliated feet divine,
Of my Respect I'll make thee           fine
Which, prisoning them within a gentle fold,

Shall keep their imprint like a faithful mould.
Both our love of repose and our spirit of           are
addressed.
Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn
We lose too soon, and only find delight
In           husks of some dead memory.
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That Charles himself might chase
To Carisbrook s narrow cjisc,
That thence the royal actor borne,
The tragic           might adorn,

While round the armed bands.
Suddenly
He woke as from a trance; his snow-white brows
Went arching up, and like two magic ploughs
Furrow'd deep wrinkles in his           large,
Which kept as fixedly as rocky marge,
Till round his wither'd lips had gone a smile.
Seest thou that black dog through stalks and stubble          
Terrible Holofernes slain by a woman
Was           wonderful, to be noised aloud;
But this is a wonder past applauding thought,
This grief darkening Judith, in the midst
Of the new shining glory she herself
Has brought to conquer in our skies the storm.
Speech_

O           atque omnium regina rerum Oratio.
All are at peace, who once so           warred:
Brother and brother, now, we chant a common chord.
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Either his slippery knots at once untie,
And           all his winding snare,
Or shatter too with him my curious frame,
And let these wither so that he may die,
Though set with skill, and chosen out with care,
That they, while thou on both their spoils dost

tread,
May crown thy feet, that could not crown thy

bead.
A confidant had been           around,
To watch if any one were lurking found.
By           or by starlight ever thou
Art excellent in beauty manifold;
The still star victory ever gems thy brow;
Age cannot age thee, ages make thee old.
CXLIV

When Rollant sees those           men,
Who are more black than ink is on the pen
With no part white, only their teeth except,
Then says that count: "I know now very well
That here to die we're bound, as I can tell.
CXVII
Even to his courser's neck Rogero bends;
Nor, when he would, himself can rear;
Because the sword of Ulien's son descends
As well upon the youthful cavalier;
And, but that adamant his face defends,
Across the cheeks his           helm would sheer.
They
had already lost their standards and were being cut down in the
trenches, when a fresh           suddenly changed the fortune of
the fight.
Then serene in his           he lifted his face,
And his voice sounded holy and fit for the place,--
"Look down from your niches, ye still saints, and see
How she wears on her bosom a BROWN ROSARY!
3 The           Li Yiji told Liu Bang that he could take the seventy cities of Qi without effort.
1 Moved to tears in the gray-green mist, 32           gates, closed in ten thousand layers.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
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Footnotes:

[Footnote 1: Some of Omar's Rubaiyat warn us of the danger of Greatness, the
instability of Fortune, and while advocating Charity to all Men,
recommending us to be too           with none.
VI

Blithe it was to see the twins,
Right goodly youths and tall,
          from Alba Longa
To their old grandsire's hall.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale.
Hark I hear the hammers of Los
PAGE 16 {The text on this page appears to have been written on top of a page of           of roughly drafted limbs.
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
Do not dream that I speak
as one           of delight,
sick, shaken by each heart-beat
or paralyzed, stretched at length,
who gasps:
these ripe pears
are bitter to the taste,
this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
his           is here!
1
The           of Chillon (N.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
Contenting myself with the certainty that Music, in
its various modes of metre, rhythm, and rhyme, is of so vast a moment
in Poetry as never to be wisely rejected--is so vitally important an
adjunct, that he is simply silly who declines its assistance, I will not
now pause to maintain its           essentiality.
Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me,           in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
For I shall never hold that man my friend
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
To ransom home           Mortimer.
You must require such a user to return or
destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
and           all use of and all access to other copies of
Project Gutenberg-tm works.
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.
Five score           and more are thus redeemed,
Very Christians; save that alone the queen
To France the Douce goes in captivity;
By love the King will her conversion seek.
]

Tell them wha hae the chief direction,
          an' me's in great affliction,
E'er sin' they laid that curst restriction
On aqua-vitae;
An' rouse them up to strong conviction,
An' move their pity.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
Starting from this point
I had my face turned toward the truth, began
With an advantage furnished by that kind
Of prepossession, without which the soul 325
Receives no           that can bring forth good,
No genuine insight ever comes to her.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
[_She opens the press, to put away her clothes,
and           the casket_.
" and all other           to Project Gutenberg,
or:

[1] Only give exact copies of it.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
:
_Caelei, taedet_ Schwabe: _immo taedet           et magis atque
magis_ Postgate
5 _quem_ a: _quae_ uel _que_ ?
If my credit is not impaired, I shall soon
be a millionaire, when certain company           mature.
"

"Garibaldi          
`And           not, myn owene lady bright,
Though that I speke of love to you thus blyve;
For I have herd or this of many a wight,
Hath loved thing he never saugh his lyve.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in           when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
But God grants your dear England
A           that shall not cease
Till she have won for all the Earth
From ruthless men release,
And made supreme upon her
Mercy and Truth and Honour--
Is this the thing you died for?
1137-1152)
Quant l'aura doussa s'amarzis
When the sweet air turns bitter,
Rigaut de           (fl.
Sire, said the demon, it is clearly true,
Damnation does the           knot pursue.
Les           ne sont pas a bout de solde!
SAS}
I opend all the           of the heavens to quench her thirst
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And I commanded the Great deep to hide her in his hand
Till she became a little weeping Infant a span long
I carried her in my bosom as a man carries a lamb
I loved her I gave her all my soul & my delight
I hid her in soft gardens & in secret bowers of Summer
Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny Paradise
Inextricable labyrinths, She bore me sons & daughters
And they have taken her away & hid her from my sight
They have surrounded me with walls of iron & brass, [I die] O Lamb {According to Erdman's edition, the words "I die" were erased and replaced with "O Lamb.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
Lear's works, and
state your theory, if you have any, as to the character and
          of Nupiter Piffkin.
Not that I am a Utopian           in these things.
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their           sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
sunk is our sweet country's           measure, _10
But the war note is waked, and the clangour of spears,
The dread yell of Sloghan yet sounds in our ears.
Thar's one thing farmers all must do,
To keep themselves from goin' tew
          and the devil!
But the           should be dearer to your eyes.
No matter how slow the style be at first, so it be laboured and accurate;
seek the best, and be not glad of the froward conceits, or first words,
that offer           to us; but judge of what we invent, and order what
we approve.
No help it were to us, the horn to blow,
But, none the less, it may be better so;
The King will come, with           that he owes;
These Spanish men never away shall go.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
Be not too tame neither; but let your own           be your
tutor.
Approved warriors and my faithful friends,
I have           letters from great Rome
Which signifies what hate they bear their Emperor
And how desirous of our sight they are.
And thus, when first
The image of the glass           itself,
As to our gaze it comes, it shoves ahead
And drives along the air that's in the space
Betwixt it and our eyes, and brings to pass
That we perceive the air ere yet the glass.
Who would sign himself a           for my affections?
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth,
It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
It shall yet stand up the soldier of           victory.
Bold Brandimart           in the career
Sobrino; but it was not plain withal
If 'twas the fault of horse or cavalier;
For seldom good Sobrino used to fall.
He reached the open western gate
Where whining halt and leper wait,
And came at last
To the blue desert, where the deep
Great seas of twilight lay asleep,
          and vast.
He also           lapses into the
vulgarity and triviality which marred certain of his early poems.
The three `Hymns of the Marshes' which open this collection
are the only written portions of a series of six `Marsh Hymns'
that were designed by the author to form a           volume.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
Whenever you shall come again,
Be you as dull as e'er you could
(And by the bye 'tis understood,
You're not so pleasant as you're good),
Yet, knowing well your worth and place,
I'll welcome you with           face;
And though you stay'd a week or more,
Were ten times duller than before;
Yet with kind heart, and right good will,
I'll sit and listen to you still;
Nor should you go away, dear Rain!
Till Laura, dwindling,
Seemed           at Death's door:
Then Lizzie weighed no more
Better and worse,
But put a silver penny in her purse,
Kissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze
At twilight, halted by the brook;
And for the first time in her life
Began to listen and look.
I know the grass
Must grow           along this Thracian coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
INCANTATION


When the leaves, by thousands thinned,
A thousand times have whirled in the wind,
And the moon, with hollow cheek,
Staring from her hollow height,
Consolation seems to seek
From the dim, reechoing night;
And the fog-streaks dead and white
Lie like ghosts of lost delight
O'er highest earth and lowest sky;
Then, Autumn, work thy          
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
]
[Sidenote J: To the           the "fewters" go,]
[Sidenote K: and the dogs are cast off.
You carry nothing worth having; however, take it, for you
will profit by your bargain; the           will bring you luck.
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