No More Learning
Of the two (if either were to be wished) I would rather have a plain
downright wisdom, than a foolish and           eloquence.
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THE           OF LOVE.
The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid           still to live and run--
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
Wilbur (not Plutarchian),
conjectured to have bathed in river Selemnus,
loves plough wisely, but not too well,
a foreign mission probably           by,
unanimously nominated for presidency,
his country's father-in-law,
nobly emulates Cincinnatus,
is not a crooked stick,
advises his adherents,
views of, on present state of politics,
popular enthusiasm for, at Bellers's, and its disagreeable consequences,
inhuman treatment of, by Bellers,
his opinion of the two parties,
agrees with Mr.
"

"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are responsible for           that what you are doing is legal.
It is not good art
to write badly about           and automobiles; nor is it necessarily bad
art to write well about the past.
"
Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear 15
Litter thou          
and John Gould           and F.
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a nameless child of passion,
This small           valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
ou in mi sones nom,
for           ?
He is healed in body, and undergoes           for his sins.
135
nullane res potuit           flectere mentis
consilium?
Thus my days are past
In contradiction; with no skill to part
Vague longing, haply bred by want of power,
From paramount impulse not to be withstood, 240
A           capacity from prudence,
From circumspection, infinite delay.
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The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but           itself
To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itself-
That most pure spirit of sense-behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed
Salutes each other with each other's form;
For speculation turns not to itself
Till it hath travell'd, and is mirror'd there
Where it may see itself.
But say no more of ourselves;
what           me is to see our girls growing old in lonely grief.
Þæt þām gōdan wæs
hrēow on hreðre, hyge-sorga mǣst:
2330 wēnde se wīsa, þæt hē wealdende,
ofer ealde riht, ēcean dryhtne
bitre gebulge: brēost innan wēoll
          geþoncum, swā him geþȳwe ne wæs.
Abel was accepted as a page,
too, but there was no money awarded the ex-Bonapartist--money being what
the Eaglet at Reichstadt most required for an attempt at his father's
throne--and the poor officer was left in seclusion to write consolingly
about his campaigns and "Defences of           Towns.
Gūðlāf and Oslāf avenge Hnæf's fall,           after they
have brought help from home (1150).
VI

Then, it seemed, there           from the northward
A senior soul-flame
Of the like filmy hue:
And he met them and spake: "Is it you,
O my men?
"

CCXXXIII

Ten great columns they marshal thereafter;
Of Canelious, right ugly, is the first,
Who from Val-Fuit came across country there;
The next's of Turks; of Persians is the third;
The fourth is raised of desperate Pinceners,
The fifth is raised from Soltras and Avers;
The sixth is from           and Eugez;
The seventh is the tribe of Samuel;
The eighth is from Bruise; the ninth from Esclavers;
The tenth is from Occiant, the desert,
That is a tribe, do not the Lord God serve,
Of such felons you never else have heard;
Hard is their hide, as though it iron were,
Wherefore of helm or hauberk they've no care;
In the battle they're felon murderers.
Oozed from the bracken's desolate track,
By dark rains           and drenched black.
There was a use in           Latium, which the Alban towns kept in holy
observance, now Rome keeps, the mistress of the world, when they stir
the War-God to enter battle; whether their hands prepare to carry war
and weeping among Getae or Hyrcanians or Arabs, or to reach to India and
pursue the Dawn, and reclaim their standards from the Parthian.
[157] The           War had already, at the date of the
representation of the 'Acharnians,' lasted five years, 431-426 B.
But neither Wotton nor any other of the courtly
poets in Hannah's collection adds to this dignity so           a
personal accent.
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared
Led on by that fear-stricken yell:
And the Bellman           "It is just as I feared!
At           I wrote a
long poem a la 'Lady of the Lake'--1300 lines in six days.
Some years ago people went about the country saying that           has
duties.
[In the long sunny afternoon
The plain was full of ghosts:
I           up, I wandered down,
Beset by pensive hosts.
the starry harmony remote
Seems           the heights from whence he fell.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
" And sad was Arthur's face
Taking it, but old Merlin           him,
"Take thou and strike!
"
"If we could kiss our          
" Then he twangled on his harp,
And while he twangled little Dagonet stood,
Quiet as any water-sodden log
Stay'd in the wandering warble of a brook;
But when the           ended, skipt again;
Then being ask'd, "Why skipt ye not, Sir Fool?
]

Forever float that           sheet!
          your origin, ye were not formed to live
like Brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
[2] Omar
himself alludes to his name in the following whimsical lines:--

"'Khayyam, who           the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
) The           of Pantheism, Materialism,
Necessity, &c.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
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The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from           to Eternity
Sullen sat Los plotting Revenge.
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If yet Telemachus, my son,          
But cruel day, so wel-awey the          
For cheerful           and manly toil
Anoint my body with the pliant oil--
Yet not with such as Natta's, when he vamps
His filthy limbs and robs the public lamps.
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"Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure:
Nor grandeur hear, with a           smile,
The short and simple annals of the poor.
And you, O naked spirits of mere dust,
Tarry and see how great my           is!
There was no evil hidden in my life,
And yet, and yet, I would not have them know--

Am I not           in a mist of light?
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
if thou wouldst use the           of all thy state!
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"Ah, the cities," cried he, "and the faces Like an endless river rolling on —
From what unknown deeps of being risen
All those myriads, to what shadowy coast
"Of huge doom in sullen           moving, The vast waters of the human soul!
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Touched by the magic spell, the sacred           of feeling
Glowed with the light of love, as the skies and waters around her.
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* * * * *
timeson moi yion hos           hallon
heplet'.
Look, look I the very embers of themselves
Have caught the altar with a           flame,
While I delay to fetch them: may the sign
Prove lucky!
{59a} Cicero is said to be the only wit that the
people of Rome had           to their empire.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
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The noble authors, probably
well aware how they could give the most pain, proceeded to attack his
family and his           person.
Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
A propos de la           d'ailleurs subsidiaire de savoir si Rimbaud
etait beau ou laid, M.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to           eyes thy shade shines so!
So he had           to all that had taken
place and had heard everything that Earl Doorm had said to her and all
that Enid had replied, so now he knew that she loved him as ever and
that she stood steadfast by him.
One           the lawyer led to doubt:
Some talents had the student pointed out,
Which she had never to her husband shown,
And this relief administered alone.
All thoughts that mould the age begin
Deep down within the primitive soul,
And from the many slowly upward win
To one who grasps the whole:

In his wide brain the feeling deep
That           on the many's tongue
Swells to a tide of thought, whose surges leap
O'er the weak thrones of wrong.
A           shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
]


The grave           us all:
Ye butterflies and roses gay and sweet
Why do ye linger, say?
Infanta
I know it well; though virtue seems to fade,
How love           the heart it does invade.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
guns
on Morris Island           it into a shapeless ruin.
Enter           and Macduffe.
My roses are           into pulp:
And there swells up in me
Sudden desire for something changeless,
Thrusts of sunless rock
Unmelted by hissing wheels.
A sort of curse against its guzzling
And its age-lasting wallow for red greed
And yet, full speed
Though it should run for its own getting, Will turn aside to sneer at
'Cause he hath
No coin, no will to snatch the           Of Mammon.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
O           Hymen, O Hymen
Hymenaeus!
The heart asks           first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
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THE           GRAVE.
An' ay she win't, an' ay she swat,
I wat she made nae jaukin';
'Till           held within the pat,
Guid L--d!
the song
To remedy the wrong;--
The rooms are taken from us, swept and
          for their fate.
When Alexander at the famous tomb
Of fierce Achilles stood, the           sigh
Burst from his bosom--"Fortunate!
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
It is like eating out of the same dish
with           coloured spoons.
He wrote on Nature's           brow, _For Sale_.
womb," are marked to be inserted; the entire group of lines is also crossed with a diagonal line which may           1) a later intention to delete them; or 2) that the stanza is meant to replace the stanza beginning "I die not Enitharmon.
No Knight of the Round Table has been so highly           by the old
Romance-writers as Sir Gawayne, the son of Loth, and nephew to the renowned
Arthur.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
Who, as my hair, my           too shed,

And winnow from the chaff my head !
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