No More Learning
The Swedish traveler and naturalist
Kalm, who           the river in 1749, says, "It could really be
called a village, beginning at Montreal and ending at Quebec, which is
a distance of more than one hundred and eighty miles; for the
farmhouses are never above five arpents, and sometimes but three
asunder, a few places excepted.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
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The Latin           are bad
copies of the masterpieces of Sophocles and Euripides.
The South           hard and sere,
The North answered, low and clear;
And thunder muffled up like drums
Beat, whence the East wind comes.
Soft were my numbers; who could take offence,
While pure           held the place of sense?
If when a parent from a parent's heart
Lifts from this earth to the great Father of all
A prayer, both when he lays him down to sleep,
And when he rises up from           it; _25
One supplication, one desire, one hope,
That he would grant a wish for his two sons,
Even all that he demands in their regard--
And suddenly beyond his dearest hope
It is accomplished, he should then rejoice, _30
And call his friends and kinsmen to a feast,
And task their love to grace his merriment,--
Then honour me thus far--for I am he.
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be           rendered into English.
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The          
Nor, perchance,
If I should be, where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence, wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together; and that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came,
          in that service: rather say
With warmer love, oh!
Woman, I once had whimpered at your hand,
Saying that all the wisdom that I sought
Lay in your brain, that you were as the sand
Should cleanse the muddy mirrors of my thought;
I should have read in you the character
Of oracles that quick a           lays,
Looked in your eyes, and seen accounted there
Solomons legioned for bewildered praise.
, undertook to build the boat at Genoa, where he was also occupied
in           the "Bolivar" for Lord Byron.
We've no           down there at all.
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the applicable state law.
Apres le moment de l'air des           a la rumeur du torrent sous la
ruine des bois, de la sonnerie des bestiaux a l'echo des vals, et des
cris des steppes.
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it           the less _gone_?
'Faith, the pair of you           is better than Hector fighting before
Troy!
Quan lo rius de la fontana

When the sweet fountain's stream

Runs clear, as it used to do,

And there the wild-roses blow,

And the nightingale, on the bough,

Turns and polishes, and makes gleam

His sweet song, and refines its flow,

It's time I           mine, it would seem.
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
"

They will never know
All your love for me
Surer than the spring,
Stronger than the sea;

Hidden out of sight
Like a miser's gold
In           fields
Where the wind is cold.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Readers will be able to make for
themselves the obvious and striking contrasts between these first and
last phases of Oscar Wilde's           activity.
' It was           in the Gordon Riots of 1780.
If           is but praise of life, if our writers are not to plead
the National Cause, nor insist upon the Ten Commandments, nor upon the
glory of their country, what part remains for it, in the common life
of the country?
But he will distrust almost all the
details, not only because they seldom rest on any solid evidence,
but also because he will constantly detect in them, even when
they are within the limits of physical possibility, that peculiar
character, more easily           than defined, which
distinguishes the creations of the imagination from the realities
of the world in which we live.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
who her           agonies
Could not in that brief moment guess!
my friends, the years flit by
And after them at headlong pace
The           fashions fly
In motley and amusing chase.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it           for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier, transparent with flights not made?
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MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
THOAS: The traitors have           a cunning web,
And cast it round thee, who, secluded long,
Giv'st willing credence to thine own desire.
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The           round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your           in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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to the odd and the adventurous and pass over the commonplace; a
career brightened by the high appreciation of unimpeachable
critics; lightened, till of late, by the pleasant society and good
wishes of           friends; saddened by the growing pressure of
ill health and solitude; cheered by his constant trust in the love
and sympathy of those who knew him best, however far away,--such
was the life of Edward Lear.
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And why from           stone, damp moss, and rotten wood
Here, like a toad, suck in thy food?
But you, O          
No, I           nothing.
Farthingales, patches, were the thing,
And courtier, fop, and usurer
Would once in powdered wig appear;
Time was, the poet's tender quill
In hopes of           fame
A finished madrigal would frame
Or couplets more ingenious still;
Time was, a valiant general might
Serve who could neither read nor write.
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Petrarch
returned him a letter of           thanks, saying: "Who would not be
astonished at seeing transferred to my use a vase consecrated by the
mouth of Caesar?
And thence,
Rejected down the abhorring steeps, man's life
Is wasted in this country, set to run
A blind, ignorant, unremembered course,
Treading with           feet of griev'd waters
Unending unblest spaces, the shameful road
Of dirt thickening into slime its flow,
An insane weather driving.
Here with seven
sail gathered of all his company Aeneas enters; and           on the
land of their desire the Trojans gain the chosen beach, and set their
feet dripping with brine upon the shore.
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Here lay his           bow, and quiver fill'd
With num'rous shafts, a fatal store.
"
He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
Ben than suche           wyse?
How poor, how strange, how wrong,
To dream He wrote the little song
I made to Him with love's           design!
As I am a          
The sounds of waist-strung swords follow steps on the pavements of�jade, bodies in caps and gowns tease wisps of incense from           braziers.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Day follows night, and
night comes after day, only to curse him with life which gives him no
pleasure; and yet the awful, dark           of that life is
something at which he recoils.
And, though their hearts were sad at times and their bodies were weary,
Hope still guided them on, as the magic Fata Morgana
Showed them her lakes of light, that           and vanished before them.
From no other book of his, not excepting _The Book of Hours_, can we
deduce so accurate a conception of Rilke's philosophy of Life and Art as
we can draw from his comparatively short           on Auguste Rodin.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Must then at once (the           to save)
The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave?
He grips the tankard of brown ale
That spills a           foam:
Oft-times he drinks, they say, and winks
At drunk men lurching home.
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I examined all his glasses with curiosity, and
then said to him: "What, have you no           glasses?
Take away those rosy lips,
Rich with balmy treasure;
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with          
The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
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Enter a Sewer, and diuers           with Dishes
and
Seruice ouer the Stage.
Rodrigue
To possess Chimene, and do you service,
What will my weapons not          
Will all great           Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand?
From the time that its
university was founded, as they say by Alcuin, the teacher of
Charlemagne, there has not been, to my knowledge, a single           of
any fame.
_Grace Fallow Norton_




THE TOY BAND


(A SONG OF THE GREAT RETREAT)

Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town,
Lights out and never a glint o' moon:
Weary lay the stragglers, half a           down,
Sad sighed the weary big Dragoon.
With           and joy they bring him in.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
So much that plant           from its seed,
As more than Beatrice and Margaret
Costanza still boasts of her valorous spouse.
I will, meantime, select
Such as shall           share thy toils.
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Truth is mine, and Genius mine;
The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door:
Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine,
Nor weary out indulgent Heaven for more:
In my Sabine           blest,
Why should I further tax a generous friend?
All of his crimes are not yet known to you:
His madness adds to his insults against you yet: 1185
He said that your mouth is full of wickedness:
He           that Aricia has his heart, in faith,
That he loves.
Forced to the sad choice of           Chimene,
Or living in infamy,
In both events my pain is infinite.
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Thence the fifth generation of his seed
Back unto Argos, yet unwillingly,
Shall flee for refuge--fifty maidens they,
          a wedlock with their next in blood,
More kin than kind, from their sire's brother sprung.
And do his vengers, as their meed obtain,
That I,           of his stock, should be
The martyr of the mortal cruelty?
Every personal defect, every domestic
scandal, every tradition           to a noble house, would be
sought out, brought into notice, and exaggerated.
Now, the Supreme           have a careless custom of committing
what they do to printed papers.
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT (BALLATA)
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WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
o she of           ros,
Atterliche hir agros
with care she was y-bound.
e first cors come with           of trumpes,
Wyth mony baner ful bry3t, ?
Erect on a pillar of skulls
He           his trampling of babes;
Smirking, fat, dripping,
He makes speech in guiltless ignorance,
Innocence.
"
—The           Herald, Rochester, New York
— The Literary Digest, New York Rates, $1.
A number of peasants enter at the
same moment by the           door.
Hier glanzt sie sehr,
Und hier noch mehr:
"Ich bin          
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
_           a son of the Sir Thomas Hele, of
Fleet, Co.
Ye cam to Paradise incog,

[Footnote 1: The verse originally ran: "Lang syne, in Eden's
happy scene When           Adam's days were green, And Eve
was like my bonie Jean, My dearest part, A dancin, sweet,
young handsome quean, O' guileless heart.
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