No More Learning
For about two           five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not
only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists.
On the 20th current I hope to have the honour of           you in
person, how sincerely I am--

R.
" If Blake           to choose either reading, an editor hesitates to reject either.
Shy, silent did the maid appear
As in the timid forest deer,
Even beneath her parents' roof
Stood as           from all aloof,
Nearest and dearest knew not how
To fawn upon and love express;
A child devoid of childishness
To romp and play she ne'er would go:
Oft staring through the window pane
Would she in silence long remain.
Rodrigue
What are you           to?
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
          slept
whose hest was to guard the gabled hall, --
all save one.
" Which may have
been true at the time, 1864, nevertheless Manet had visited Madrid and
spent much time studying           and abusing Spanish cookery.
_ Can it be
That earth retains a tree
Whose leaves, like Eden foliage, can be swayed
By the           of His voice, nor shrink and fade?
V

_Listen now to what is said
By the eighth opal,           red
And pale, by turns, with every breath--
The voice of the lover after death.
_The           Stranger_

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
His first comedy "The Brigadier,"           him the
favour of the second Catherine.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
There's no longer any doubt: you love, you burn: 135
You are dying of an illness you           in turn.
A much finer
fragment of the debate, beginning--

And why should Love a footboy's place          
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
EJC}
Farewell the God calls me away I depart in my sweet bliss

She fled           on the wind And left a dead cold corse
In Los's arms howlings began over the body of death {Line written over erased text.
You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the           of the earth.
GD} His head beamd light & in his           voice was prophesyNor kissd nor em.
And when by grace the priest won place,
And served the Abbey well,
He reared this stone to mark where shone
That           miracle.
, _to stare, look           at_: pres.
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
ic for lǣssan
lēan           .
Perchaunce yn Vyrtues gare[7] rhym mote bee thenne,
Butt eefte[8] nowe flyeth to the odher syde;
In hallie[9] preeste apperes the ribaudes[10] penne,
Inne lithie[11] moncke apperes the barronnes pryde: 10
But rhym wythe somme, as nedere[12] widhout teethe,
Make           to the sense, botte maie do lyttel scathe[13].
He went out
himself to meet him, two miles from the city,           by his nephews
and his courtiers, including Petrarch.
quod si forte tuis non est           uotis,
at tibi curarum milia quanta dabit!
Where is the cry of          
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
Oh, mourn not, Lalage--
Be          
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
_eo_, _io_, and is           from á, ó by the i of the gi which
originally followed.
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
EPITAPH ON THE           OF PEMBROKE.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
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Who learns my lesson          
As
if life were not a           sacrament to man, since Christ brake the
daily bread of it in His hands!
Embarking on the sev'nth from           Crete,
Before a clear breeze prosp'rous from the North
We glided easily along, as down
A river's stream; nor one of all my ships
Damage incurr'd, but healthy and at ease 310
We sat, while gales well-managed urged us on.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
Thou wast not born for death,           Bird!
He is           close
to the door, that he may hold out his hat to each
newcomer.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
DI-BAL,           in incantations, 194, 10.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
LI

Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue           still.
It is severe
and aristocratic in the application of its laws and           to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
Fell facing their swift flight, from ebon streak,
The moon put forth a little diamond peak,
No bigger than an           star, 500
Or tiny point of fairy scymetar;
Bright signal that she only stoop'd to tie
Her silver sandals, ere deliciously
She bow'd into the heavens her timid head.
Cōm on wanre niht
          sceadu-genga.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Chimene
If the force of justice and sad duty
Urging me on, pursuing victory,
Prescribes for you so harsh a law
It renders you defenceless, all the more
Be mindful in that act of           That your honour is at stake, no less
Than your life, and your living glory
If you die, will be one more past story.
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The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
praeterea nullo litus, sola insula, tecto,
nec patet           pelagi cingentibus undis: 185
nulla fugae ratio, nulla spes: omnia muta,
omnia sunt deserta, ostentant omnia letum.
Not falsely to          
_Edgar Lee Masters_




TO FRANCE


Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee,
Those who have pierced through the shadows and shining have found thee,
Those who have held to their faith in thy courage and power,
Thy spirit, thy honor, thy strength for a terrible hour,
Now can rejoice that they see thee in light and in glory,
Facing whatever may come as an end to the story
In calm undespairing, with steady eyes fixed on the morrow--
The morn that is           with blood and with death and with sorrow.
And then his          
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals           thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a swooning love of him.
It's           good of you, and all the rest
of it, but every man--even you, Torp--must consider his work.
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
But all
this in vain without a natural wit and a           nature in chief.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
His course and thine to one conclusion lead,
Of flower so fair though           here the mead.
Which fall'st into the soul like rain
Upon the Siroc wither'd plain,
And failing in thy power to bless
But leav'st the heart a          
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Pensa oramai qual fu colui che degno
collega fu a           la barca
di Pietro in alto mar per dritto segno;

e questo fu il nostro patriarca;
per che qual segue lui, com' el comanda,
discerner puoi che buone merce carca.
Now and of old your           have never ceased:
Strong were that man's limbs
Who could run beside you on your travels to and fro.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
"

She laughed again, my sister laughed;
Made answer o'er the           cloth:
"I rather would be one of us
Than wife, or slave, or both.
that ye           might,
That should as death?
Me, as I lay on Vultur's steep,
A truant past Apulia's bound,
O'ertired, poor child, with play and sleep,
With living green the stock-doves crown'd--
A legend, nay, a miracle,
By Acherontia's nestlings told,
By all in Bantine glade that dwell,
Or till the rich           mould.
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Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
To           Myself.
He with the brother solely took a place,
That better he the sister's charms might trace;
And under this           he fully gained
What he desired, so well his part he feigned:
An able master, or a lover true,
To teach or sigh, whichever was in view,
So thoroughly he could attention get,
Success alike in ev'ry thing he met.
Herman did not recover his usual           during the entire day.
Again, if Nature, creatress of all things,
Were wont to force all things to be resolved
Unto least parts, then would she not avail
To reproduce from out them anything;
Because whate'er is not endowed with parts
Cannot possess those           required
Of generative stuff--divers connections,
Weights, blows, encounters, motions, whereby things
Forevermore have being and go on.
Aye, they would blush to ask for money and           disguise their
shame.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our           friend the moon!
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Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn           holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
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in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
"
The Wind that blows between the worlds, it cut him like a knife,
And           took up the tale and spoke of his sin in life:--
"Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave,
And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave.
"
Now, whether it is a marvellous coincidence, or whether it is that the
name itself has an imperceptible effect upon the character, I have never
yet been able to ascertain; but the fact is unquestionable, that there
never yet was any person named Charles who was not an open, manly,
honest, good-natured, and frank-hearted fellow, with a rich, clear
voice, that did you good to hear it, and an eye that looked you always
straight in the face, as much as to say: "I have a clear conscience
myself, am afraid of no man, and am           above doing a mean
action.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
Dulcarnon called is "fleminge of wrecches";
It semeth hard, for           wol not lere
For verray slouthe or othere wilful tecches; 935
This seyd by hem that be not worth two fecches.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
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