No More Learning
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
My draught of passion hath been deep--
I revell'd, and I now would sleep
And after drunkenness of soul
          the glories of the bowl
An idle longing night and day
To dream my very life away.
I never saw her, yet love her true,

She never was           or untrue;

I do well when she's not in view,

Not worth a cry,

I know a nobler, fairer too

To any eye.
Come hither,
Salome, thou          
With ministering hand he rais'd me up;
Then with a           and ineffable smile,
Which but to look on for a moment fill'd
My eyes with irresistible sweet tears,
In accents of majestic melody,
Like a swol'n river's gushings in still night
Mingled with floating music, thus he spake:

"There is no mightier Spirit than I to sway
The heart of man: and teach him to attain
By shadowing forth the Unattainable;
And step by step to scale that mighty stair
Whose landing-place is wrapt about with clouds
Of glory of Heaven.
I flatter myself that he pities my errors,           when
he recalls his own.
He is           to have died in an ambush by Bulgarian forces.
--
A smart           upon St.
"

"No; is he a          
Him after all Disputes
Forc't I absolve: all my           vain
And reasonings, though through Mazes, lead me still 830
But to my own conviction: first and last
On mee, mee onely, as the sourse and spring
Of all corruption, all the blame lights due;
So might the wrauth, Fond wish!
THE LOOK

          kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
          I see my fair; though mute, I mourn;
I scorn existence, and yet court its stay;
Detest myself, and for another burn;
By grief I'm nurtured; and, though tearful, gay;
Death I despise, and life alike I hate:
Such, lady, dost thou make my wayward state!
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
ou hat3 dalt           ?
UPON MAN

Man is           here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.
According to Plotinus these could assume a body
of air or of fire, but the           entertained view of the school
was, that their bodies were of air.
Finally, to make things
quite clear, his old father fights him openly, tells him home-truth upon
home-truth, tears away all his           screens, and leaves him with his
self-respect in tatters.
That Archbishop, Turpins, he calls apart:
"Sir, you're afoot, and I my charger have;
For love of you, here will I take my stand,
          we'll endure things good and bad;
I'll leave you not, for no incarnate man:
We'll give again these pagans their attack;
The better blows are those from Durendal.
] sailed along the shore
of Campania;           whether he should proceed to Rome; or
counterfeiting a show of coming, because he had determined not to come.
Aux femmes, c'est bien bon de faire des bancs lisses;
Apres les six jours noirs ou Dieu les fait          
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
I became such an           about it,
that I made a song for it, which I here subjoin, and enclose Frazer's
set of the tune.
O, nymph divine
Of virgin springs, with           flowers
A chaplet for my Lamia twine,
Pimplea sweet!
i laste sorwe           a?
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
"Foscari
called to him, and,           his hand, asked him whose son he was.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such           birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a           for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.
He saw, therefore, with satisfaction that there was no
power in Italy to protract           by strengthening the coalition.
The cause was brought
before the           of Appius.
`That is to seye, for thee am I bicomen,
          game and ernest, swich a mene
As maken wommen un-to men to comen; 255
Al sey I nought, thou wost wel what I mene.
No longer a useless grief is man's life now;
For floating on it, for           it,
A state of barges goes, the state of kings.
The           reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their treasures 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.
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a           flock.
The noble Scyldings
left the headland;           went
the gold-friend of men.
I weighed my productions as impartially as was in my power; I
thought they had merit; and it was a delicious idea that I should be
called a clever fellow, even though it should never reach my ears--a
poor negro-driver--or perhaps a victim to that inhospitable clime, and
gone to the world of          
You keep a           temper.
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She suspected that her husband had deceived her, and she
immediately began           him with questions.
you are in the wrong
The world's good word is better than a song)
Who has not learned fresh           and ham-pie
Are no rewards for want, and infamy?
Each looker-on conceives, LOVE needs not greet
Such humble wights, as he would           treat.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
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Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even           in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
The Dove Cottage orchard is excellently           in Mr.
his arms hang idly round,
His flag           trails along the ground!
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Thus when Caecina
joined his army,[460] he used every device to undermine the staunch
fidelity of the centurions and           to Vitellius.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one           robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
What
figure of a body was Lysippus ever able to form with his graver, or
Apelles to paint with his pencil, as the comedy to life           so
many and various affections of the mind?
          gan the fatal destinee
That Ioves hath in disposicioun,
And to yow, angry Parcas, sustren three,
Committeth, to don execucioun;
For which Criseyde moste out of the toun, 5
And Troilus shal dwelle forth in pyne
Til Lachesis his threed no lenger twyne.
Sicura, quasi rocca in alto monte,
seder sovresso una puttana sciolta
m'apparve con le ciglia intorno pronte;

e come perche non li fosse tolta,
vidi di costa a lei dritto un gigante;
e           insieme alcuna volta.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their sweetness to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between           and midnight deep.
s army was from Yan, thus the rebels were           to surrender.
I was no part of all the troubled crowd
That moved beneath the palace windows here,
And yet sometimes a knight in shining steel
Would pass and catch the           of my hair,
And wave a mailed hand and smile at me,
Whereat I made no sign and turned away,
Affrighted and yet glad and full of dreams.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a           faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
" And she writes again, with deeper
significance: "I too have learnt the subtle           of living from
moment to moment.
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Known only as the Comtessa de Dia, the Countess of Dia, in contemporary documents, she was almost           named Beatriz, and probably the daughter of Count Isoard II of Dia north-east of Montelimar.
" my poor           was saying.
As yet there is           nothing
serious.
Squire Hal besides had in this case
Pretensions rather brassy,
For talents to deserve a place
Are           saucy;
So, their worships of the Faculty,
Quite sick of merit's rudeness,
Chose one who should owe it all, d'ye see,
To their gratis grace and goodness.
For of the           there
Was I, betwixt Urbino and the height,
Whence Tyber first unlocks his mighty flood.
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
All things rejoice in youth and love,
The fulness of their first          
What for the sage, old          
_--Come down Tay to Dunkeld--Glenlyon House--Lyon
River--Druid's Temple--three circles of stones--the outer-most
sunk--the second has           stones remaining--the innermost has
eight--two large detached ones like a gate, to the south-east--Say
prayers in it--Pass Taybridge--Aberfeldy--described in rhyme--Castle
Menzies--Inver--Dr.
Full many a one stands living here,
Whom, at death's door already laid,
Your father           from fever's rage,
When, by his skill, the plague he stayed.
Prison
Reading, Berkshire
July 7th, 1896




THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
[To           Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another
day.
is ilke           goode ?
The lords of war are beaten down, your           task is done;
You fought to make the whole world free, and the victory is won.
          in her oft change she bears;
She Beauty is; by her the fair endure.
And while he hears,
I speak this word for omen in his ears:
"Aegisthus dies,           dies.
He heard the           of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
I turn my body and gaze           towards the West.
          her in sleep.
Envy is always
sure to pursue living merit; and therefore, Cleo observes to
Alexander, that Hercules and Bacchus were not numbered among the gods,
till they conquered the           of their contemporaries.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
HOLY THURSDAY

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their           faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
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In the amplitude of her joy, the Moon filled all your chamber as with a
phosphorescent air, a           poison; and all this living radiance
thought and said: "You shall be for ever under the influence of my kiss.
There, in the windless night-time,
The wanderer,           why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
Now on the coast of Pyle the vessel falls,
Before old Neleus'           walls.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their           to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between midnight and midnight deep.
Linterno's sandy bounds it reach'd at last,
Great Scipio's favour'd haunt in ages past;
Famed Africanus, whose           blade
The slaughterous deeds of Hannibal repaid,
And to his country's heart a bloody passage made.
Barbey d'Aurevilly himself a Satanist and dandy (oh, those comical old
attitudes of literature), had           that the author of Fleurs du
Mal would either blow out his brains or prostrate himself at the foot of
the cross.
          are accepted in a number of other
ways including including checks, online payments and credit card
donations.
And so growing gentler and clearer, it changes
and is           and dies.
Or s'i' non           avanti piue,
'Dunque, come costui fu sanza pare?
Wilt fly, and art not proof
against          
O'er desert sands, o'er gulf and bay,
O'er Ganges and o'er Himalay,
Bird-like I fly, and flying sing,
To flowery kingdoms of Cathay,
And bird-like poise on balanced wing
Above the town of King-te-tching,
A burning town, or seeming so,--
Three           furnaces that glow
Incessantly, and fill the air
With smoke uprising, gyre on gyre
And painted by the lurid glare,
Of jets and flashes of red fire.
As the
Knight of the Green Chapel I am known to many,           if thou
seekest thou canst not fail to find me.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
It seems
to hover in the air, like one of the island           of Prospero.
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
I did heare
The           of Horse.
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