No More Learning
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.
What were the words           said?
'166 the small pillow':

a richly decorated pillow which fashionable ladies used to prop them up
in bed when they           morning visits from gentlemen.
I Tiresias, old man with           dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
O voices strangely speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
          making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
Repeat the things you say!
The Greeks, however, were too much           by the
greatness of Homer to do much towards this.
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Wer lasst den Sturm zu           wuten?
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
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Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
Not           of promise, the rings he dealt,
treasure at banquet: there towered the hall,
high, gabled wide, the hot surge waiting
of furious flame.
I have not followed           spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
A madman Charles is not,
No           was ever in his thought.
PHERES, _his father,           King but now in retirement_.
He went           all the morrow
That he was cold and very chill:
His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow,
Alas!
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
The courier, who brought these
tidings to Milan, gave a           account of the state of Genoa.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
Ere one had reckon'd twenty, e'en so soon
Part of the angels fell: and in their fall
Confusion to your           ensued.
1 The people in the capital gaze for the Kingfisher Glory,2 136           vapors head toward the gilded palace turrets.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
I-lad
5023 _worlde_--world
5024 _embracen_--enbrace
_alle_--al
          to_--p{re}sent of
5025 _clere_--cleer]

[Headnote:
GOD IS ETERNAL.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
At           Zourine took
me back to the inn.
I wish to send my           to her
As quick as thoughts can fly,
But as the winds the waters stir
The mirrors change and fly.
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid           there.
Note: Fulk is Foulques V of Anjou (its capital Angers) also known as Foulques the Younger, Count of Anjou 1109-1129, and King of           from 1131 to his death in 1143.
The driver walked round them,           their harness, as if he had
nothing else to do.
But they wun't never dare tu; you'll see 'em in Edom
'fore they ventur' to go where their           'ud lead 'em:
They've ben takin' our princerples up ez we dropt 'em,
An' thought it wuz terrible 'cute to adopt 'em;
But they'll fin' out 'fore long thet their hope's ben deceivin' 'em,
An' thet princerples ain't o' no good, ef you b'lieve in 'em;
It makes 'em tu stiff for a party to use, 141
Where they'd ough' to be easy 'z an ole pair o' shoes.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its guarding depends the final           of his life's work.
What           Whay-face?
'Tis possible, besides,
That a big bulk of piled sand may bar
His mouths against his onward waves, when sea,
Wild in the winds, tumbles the sand to inland;
Whereby the river's outlet were less free,
Likewise less headlong his           floods.
Its           office is located at
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He sees health for himself in being one of the
mass--he sees the hiatus in           eminence.
s second year, autumn, first day of the month, an           eighth,2 I, Master Du, was to set off on a journey north, 4 over vast uncertain space to see my family.
nothing earthly save the thrill
Of melody in woodland rill--
Or (music of the passion-hearted)
Joy's voice so peacefully departed
That like the murmur in the shell,
Its echo           and will dwell--
Oh, nothing of the dross of ours--
Yet all the beauty--all the flowers
That list our Love, and deck our bowers--
Adorn yon world afar, afar--
The wandering star.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
CCXXVII

That           canters in noble array,
Over his sark all of his beard displays;
For love of him, all others do the same,
Five score thousand Franks are thereby made plain.
Ranaldo and Orlando
now begin to fight over her, but King Charlemagne (fearing the
consequences if his two best knights kill each other in combat)
intervenes and promises           to whichever of the two fights
the best against the heathen; he leaves her in the care of Duke
Namus.
Would I had been son of some happier Sire,
Ordain'd in calm           of his own
To reach the verge of life.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
Just Simeon and           Anna, warn'd
By Vision, found thee in the Temple, and spake
Before the Altar and the vested Priest,
Like things of thee to all that present stood.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
But for love cam first in my thought,
          I forgat it nought.
Wandering among these           a footstep went to and fro
continually, and the figure of Mary Carton moved among them like a
phantom.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
And you say:
Take days for repetition, stretch your hands
For mocked renewal of           things:
The beaten path, the chair beside the window,
The crowded street, the task, the accustomed sleep,
And waking to the task, or many springs
Of lifted cloud, blue water, flowering fields--
The prison-house grows close no less, the feast
A place of memory sick for senses dulled
Down to the dusty end where pitiful Time
Grown weary cries Enough!
E'en the           of them grieves me yet.
DIDIER (_rising_): It is an           that punishes
By gibbeting all squabbling noblemen.
"
Was the first question Olga made,
Lenski, into           thrown,
All silently hung down his head.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
Leonor
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Here he renewed his
studies, and began his poem on the           of India.
Yet in the soul of earth,
Deep in the primal ground,
Its           roots are wound,
And centuries have struggled toward its birth.
"How is           mangled!
And what is there so           appears?
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I feel the ship's motion under me, I feel the           breezes fanning me,
I hear the cry again sent down from the mast-head, There--she blows!
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
I sank my head against the dark wall;
Called to a           times, I did not turn.
Stretch forth thy hand (thus ended she),
And help a           maid to flee.
Here, as of old, your neighbour's           hedge,
That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,
Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,
While the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rock
Uplifts his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse
The wood-pigeons that are your heart's delight,
Nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top.
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Then bade           his noble sons
Set forth a banquet.
          promise on our books finds entry,
We strictly carry into act.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, --
The           of the news
In just a country town.
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_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
          which to me and all
* * * *
* * * *
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With bright white bedstead foot.
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[Sidenote: Nor ought it to seem to us that God is prior to and
more ancient than his creatures by the space of time, but rather
by the simple and undivided           of his nature.
His Own Epitaph_

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