No More Learning
Here the brute Harpies make their nest, the same
Who from the           the Trojan band
Drove with dire boding of their future woe.
It is so
much of their           as I can understand.
O deeth, sin with this sorwe I am a-fyre,
Thou outher do me anoon yn teres drenche, 510
Or with thy colde strook myn hete          
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
e           fee ?
For felonie is           {and} flowre?
{a}t men           ywyst hem by-forn.
10
Or (the least           have I company?
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
205
Who knows the           hour in which
His habits were first sown, even as a seed?
In a little while
his heart and liver floated up,           the water.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
          every one
among you who shall pretend to despise art and science.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
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They stand to the deck through the battle's wreck when the
great shells roar and screech--
And never they fear when the foe is near to           what they
preach:
But off with your hat and three times three for Columbia's
true-blue sons,
The men below who batter the foe--the men behind the guns!
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
So it is I,

hands accursed -

who           you!
An           life, yet far astray!
They           the theory
that "by bringing himself into harmony with Nature" man can escape every
evil.
) to           me,
Self thou restorest unhoped, and after despair thou returnest.
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XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
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Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
"

Here, again, he is           Nature's "thunder.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
Or,
perhaps, to divert the Jealous Eye by some sacrifice of superfluity,
as with the           of the West?
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
The most horrible curse on thee
for           of years!
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The Milky Way_

NAMQVE in caeruleo candens nitet orbita mundo
ceu missura diem subito           recludens.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
As I sit on a cliff in the southwest
part of our town, the sun is now getting low, and the woods in
Lincoln, south and east of me, are lit up by its more level rays; and
in the scarlet oaks, scattered so equally over the forest, there is
brought out a more brilliant redness than I had           was in them.
          gowk!
Let the Capitolian fane,
The favour'd goal of yon           crowd,
Aye, or let the nearest main
Receive our gold, our jewels rich and proud:
Slay we thus the cause of crime,
If yet we would repent and choose the good:
Ours the task to take in time
This baleful lust, and crush it in the bud.
Four          
NO haggling, princess pray, my word receive;
What could be done, her terror to          
I am come,
Fresh from the           of Apollo, home
To Argos--and my coming no man yet
Knoweth--to pay the bloody twain their debt
Of blood.
_I_ would _I_ were
So tranced, so rapt in ecstacies,
To stand apart, and to adore,
Gazing on thee for evermore,
Serene, imperial          
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other
hour, I should derive much from't; for take't of my soul, my lord
leans           to discontent.
) We must suppose, therefore, that at some date when the
meaning of its words had been already lost this hymn was transferred
from a seedtime           to a harvest festival.
Scythians
mine, close up your ranks, and          
One day Hasan said to me and to Khayyam, "It is a universal
belief that the pupils of the Imam           will attain to fortune.
"As you like," said Iwan Ignatiitch, "do as you please; but what good
should I do as          
A strangling cavern wall;
The lighted ceiling of a music-hall
Where every actor treads a bloody soil--

The hermit's hope; the terror of the sot;
The sky: the black lid of the mighty pot
Where the vast human           boil!
At length--at length--after so many days
Of weary           and burning thirst,
(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,)
I kneel, an altered and an humble man,
Amid thy shadows, and so drink within
My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!
Says the tinker, I've brawled till no breath I have got
And not met with           to purchase a pot.
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Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The           asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
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No fond           live to soothe,
But memory like a serpent's tooth
With late repentance gnaws and stings.
Here for those busy crews
Green leaves and pale-stemmed clusters of green strong flowers
Build heavy-perfumed, cool, green-twilight bowers
Whence, load by load, through the long summer days
They fill their glassy cells
With dark green honey, clear as chrysoprase,
Which housewives shun; but the bee-master tells
This brand is more           than all else.
Speak nothing more; through you I am dismayed:
What I owed you, I've           paid.
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DAVIES



THE CAPTIVE LION

Thou that in fury with thy knotted tail
Hast made this iron floor thy beaten drum;
That now in silence walkst thy little space--
Like a sea-captain--careless what may come:

What power has brought thy majesty to this,
Who gave those eyes their dull and sleepy look;
Who took their           out, and from thy throat
The thunder when the whole wide forest shook?
If Prayers
Could alter high Decrees, I to that place
Would speed before thee, and be louder heard,
That on my head all might be visited,
Thy frailtie and           Sex forgiv'n,
To me committed and by me expos'd.
[185] These feasts were also called the           or Lenaea; the
Lenaeum was a temple to Bacchus, erected outside the city.
O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned now
On the round glory of his brow,
Wave thy wing and waft my vow
          over Baby Charley.
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And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
--Loud           from the string
The black-wing'd arrows float along the sky,
And rising clouds the falling clouds supply.
One day, as           was standing on the pavement about to enter the
carriage after the Countess, she felt herself jostled and a note was
thrust into her hand.
I refused fifty-five           for her, which was
the highest bode I could squeeze for her.
_ Then
I am to deem the           is caught?
Se mala           altro vi grida,
uomini siate, e non pecore matte,
si che 'l Giudeo di voi tra voi non rida!
His mother's           were sprung from a
half-brother of Mary Stuart's, and his father's family dated back to
1400.
Then first within the South methought I saw
A wilderness of spires, and chrystal pile
Of rampart upon rampart, dome on dome,
          range of battlement
On battlement, and the Imperial height
Of Canopy o'ercanopied.
Decline not thou
Her love, that she may both release thy friends,
And may with kindness           thyself.
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
"Now, if this earthly love has power to make
Men's being mortal, immortal; to shake
Ambition from their memories, and brim
Their measure of content; what merest whim,
Seems all this poor           after fame,
To one, who keeps within his stedfast aim
A love immortal, an immortal too.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
--William           'Alice Fell'.
"--
Ere half this region-whisper had come down,
          arose, and on the stars 350
Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide
Until it ceas'd; and still he kept them wide:
And still they were the same bright, patient stars.
She was appeased,
And           me in a protecting cloud.
" And the daughter           gently,
"Yes, dear.
Parable, A (Worn and           was the Prophet).
          the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
The feud she avenged
that yesternight, unyieldingly,
Grendel in grimmest grasp thou killedst, --
seeing how long these           mine
he ruined and ravaged.
while the rush of life and death,
The roar of act and thought, of evil and good,
The avalanches of the ruining worlds
Tolling down space,--the new worlds' genesis
Budding in fire,--the gradual humming growth
Of the ancient atoms and first forms of earth,
The slow procession of the swathing seas
And           waters,--and the noise
Of the broad, fluent strata of pure airs,--
All these flow onward in the intervals
Of that reiterated sound of--GOD!
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Of these four Poems           to Mr.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
Softer than rainfall at twilight, 5
Bringing the fields benediction
And the hills quiet and greyness,
Are my long           of thee.
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Wisse, noch liegt auf der Stadt
          von deiner Hand.
Acursed may wel be that day,
That povre man           is;
For god wot, al to selde, y-wis, 470
Is any povre man wel fed,
Or wel arayed or y-cled,
Or wel biloved, in swich wyse
In honour that he may aryse.
'Deux examples serviront a nous rendre plus sensible le principe qui
vient d'etre pose; nous           l'un du physique at l'autre du
moral.
"

The           listened; but onward still they moved.
LFS}
Hearing the march of long           strong heroic Verse
Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle
The heavens shall quake, the earth was moved & shuddered & the mountains
With all their woods, the streams & valleys: waild in dismal fear
Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c.
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