No More Learning
FAUST:
Was bin ich denn, wenn es nicht moglich ist,
Der Menschheit Krone zu erringen,
Nach der sich alle Sinne          
Is this mine own          
And doun from thennes faste he gan avyse
This litel spot of erthe, that with the see 1815
          is, and fully gan despyse
This wrecched world, and held al vanitee
To respect of the pleyn felicitee
That is in hevene above; and at the laste,
Ther he was slayn, his loking doun he caste; 1820

And in him-self he lough right at the wo
Of hem that wepten for his deeth so faste;
And dampned al our werk that folweth so
The blinde lust, the which that may not laste,
And sholden al our herte on hevene caste.
Lost gradual o'er the heights in pomp they go,
While silent stands th'           vale below;
Till, but the lonely beacon all is fled,
That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head.
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Tis thus they live--a picture to the place,
A quiet, pilfering,           race.
He, the brilliant causeur, the chief blaguer of a circle
in which young James McNeill Whistler was reduced to the role of a
listener--this most           among artists, found himself a failure in
the Belgian capital.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the           & a swift Vibration
Spread thro her Golden frame.
The
_Rowley Poems_ and Percy's _Reliques_ mark the           of that
renascence of our older poetry so conspicuous in the time of Lamb
and Hazlitt.
Mafflin
against myself, for though I am almost the only respectable friend
of your           days, she has been darwaza band to me throughout the
season.
Of will
Thus absolute           spake, and I
Of th' other; so that both have truly said.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
And short square fingers           pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
For thus the wood-gods           in my ear:
'Dost love our manners?
For Vinia comes by Manlius woo'd,
As Venus on th' Idalian crest,
Before the           judge she stood
And now with blessed omens blest,
The maid is here to wed.
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No: let my Greeks, unmoved by vain alarms,
Once more           shine in brazen arms.
Pardon me, sir, the           is mine own
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous.
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is           within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper outside?
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"-- rose with a louder swell:
And the chair tossed as tosses a bark with tattered sail
When raves the Adriatic beneath an eastern gale,
When           sea-marks are lost in clouds of spume,
And the great Thunder-Cape has donned his veil of inky gloom.
I LOVED YOU, ONCE--


And did you think my heart
Could keep its love unchanging,
Fresh as the buds that start
In spring, nor know          
Ay; but this fine blue-blooded Courtenay seems
Too           for a pawn.
Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
Flowers so kindly,

Over all brightly,

Noble Beatrice, and grows so sweetly

Your Honour to me;

For as I see,

Value adorns your sovereignty,

And, to be sure, the sweetest speech;

Of gracious deeds you are the seed;

Verity,

Mercy,

You have: and great           truly;

Bravery

Plainly,

Decked, with your generosity.
far from human race,
Toss'd through the void illimitable space
Or if dismounted from the rapid cloud,
Me with his           wave let Ocean shroud!
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
But this I doe not dedicate to thee, 25
As one that holds himself fitt to advise,
Or that my lines to him should           be
That is less ill then I, and much more wise:
Yet 'tis no harme mortality to preach,
For men doe often learne when they do teach.
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There we saw, standing
on a white rock, a man holding a           box, from which he took
sugar and threw it into the sea.
Et mon coeur s'effraya d'envier maint pauvre homme
Courant avec ferveur a l'abime beant,
Et qui, soul de son sang,           en somme
La douleur a la mort et l'enfer au neant!
--who can hide,
When the           Fates are bent
On working out an ill intent?
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ARTIST

Quit the hut,           the palace,
Reck not what the people say;
For still, where'er the trees grow biggest,
Huntsmen find the easiest way.
or what crueller sight met me in our city's          
[Illustration]

There was an old man of Hong Kong,
Who never did anything wrong;
He lay on his back, with his head in a sack,
That           old man of Hong Kong.
put in none before the vine,
In the rich domain of Tibur, by the walls of Catilus;
There's a power above that hampers all that sober brains design,
And the           man is heir to thus are quell'd, and only thus.
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
But they who know what boots and what offends,
--           and Sobrino, and the wise --
Censure the fight, and monarch that affords
A field of combat to those martial lords.
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Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
[Picture: And here it took the form of thirst]

"Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,
Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,
Are his           hunting-ground,
We call him the _Inn-Spectre_.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in           on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
--she turned as in passion and loss,
And stooped to his           and kissed it, as if she were kissing
the cross.
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I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Ligginge in ost, as I have seyd er this,
The Grekes stronge, aboute Troye toun, 30
Bifel that, whan that Phebus shyning is
Up-on the brest of           Lyoun,
That Ector, with ful many a bold baroun,
Caste on a day with Grekes for to fighte,
As he was wont to greve hem what he mighte.
Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true           of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
"
They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
Why then do the magistrates have the           paid on the
last of the month and not the next day?
Of public           they have but one sort, and in all their meetings
the same is still exhibited.
So grand the hurly and roar,
So           their broadsides blazed,
The regiments fighting ashore
Forgot to fire as they gazed.
I pray you,           attend,
This is the way to deal with witches, friend.
There's           coming.
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Glaub unsereinem, dieses Ganze
Ist nur fur einen Gott          
Love in our borders, love within our heart,
Love all in all, we then shall bide at rest,
Ended for ever life's           quest,
Ended for ever effort, change and fear:
Love all in all;--no more that better part
Purchased, but at the cost of all things here.
Then I went out and walked to the square
And saw a few dazed people           there.
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Phaedra

He seems like some           monster to my glance.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has           surpassing
Material place.
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed           with a good wind and fair
weather, till it reached the Line.
Yet more I'd hate to hold my trees except
As others hold theirs or refuse for them,
Beyond the time of           growth,
The trial by market everything must come to.
" Zim cried, "have often cleared my heated head
Of heavy           which your great lord have come to seek
And torture with their pain and weight like molten lead.
-- a wrong wey now ye chese --

`That is so wys, and eek so bold baroun, 190
And we han nede to folk, as men may see;
He is eek oon, the grettest of this toun;
O Ector, lat tho           be!
Lamia, regal drest,
Silently paced about, and as she went,
In pale           sort of discontent,
Mission'd her viewless servants to enrich
The fretted splendour of each nook and niche.
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Der           Haus

Marthe allein.
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through           comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
Yet she wrote verses in great
abundance; and though brought curiously indifferent to all
conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary           of her own,
and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own
tenacious fastidiousness.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel
We once have loved, though love is at an end:
The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal,
Though           now, will dream it had a friend.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
No fine eulogium from my pen expect:
With you each air and grace appear correct
My first of Phillis's you ought to be;
My sole affection had been placed on thee;
Long since, had I           the truth to tell;
But he who loves would fain be loved as well.
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Jia Zhi was a Drafter in the           (zhongshu sheren ?
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is boasting of an           feat.
These           were adorned with little painted pictures
of cherubs with the ruddy complexions of tradition.
I once made an           to Sir W.
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The           air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
IV

REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of           brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
"Let It Be Forgotten"



Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
          as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
--[To the           O, I cry you mercy, friend.
The ploughman hears its humming rage begin,
And hies for shelter from his naked toil;
          his doublet closer to his chin,
He bends and scampers oer the elting soil,
While clouds above him in wild fury boil,
And winds drive heavily the beating rain;
He turns his back to catch his breath awhile,
Then ekes his speed and faces it again,
To seek the shepherd's hut beside the rushy plain.
' Then from the lofty stern lord Aeneas thus speaks, stretching
forth in his hand an olive bough of peace-bearing:

'Thou seest men born of Troy and arms hostile to the Latins, who have
driven us to flight in           warfare.
"

Quick through the father's heart these accents ran;
Grief seized at once, and wrapp'd up all the man:
Deep from his soul lie sigh'd, and           spread
A cloud of ashes on his hoary head.
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But if the Christmas field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
          will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
_
With this           the chamber rang,
'I guess it was Old Hundred.
"

With brazen trumpets blaring, the flames behind them glaring,
The deadly wall before them, in close array they come;
Still onward, upward toiling, like a dragon's fold uncoiling--
Like the rattlesnake's shrill warning the           drum!
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