No More Learning
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
The           of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls' laughter at the stern,
The only sounds:--when 'gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
I don't like sour, it sets my mouth awry,
Let mine have real           in it!
those less           voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those earthlier forms!
But never a grounding gun is heard;
The men in fustian stand unstirred;
Dead calm, save maybe a wise bluebird
Puts in his little           word.
The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A           wi' my Davie.
By alone I mean without a           being, and my cat is a mystic companion, a spirit.
Why, I have not told the           part of what we women
do.
Riddel, has           you
that I have made you the subject of some verses.
And now the universal tides repose,
And, brightly blue, the           mirror glows, 1820.
We are not poor, although we have
No roofs of cedar, nor our brave
Baiae, nor keep
Account of such a flock of sheep;
Nor bullocks fed
To lard the shambles: barbels bred
To kiss our hands; nor do we wish
For Pollio's           in our dish.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
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"Then tell us of the           in thy guilt;
Knowest thou any sprung of Latian land
Under the tar?
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The voice returns like the           out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
"I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.
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THE           REPUBLIC.
De Meth'dis team's done hitched; O fool,
De day's a-breakin' fas';
Gear up dat lean ole Baptis' mule,
Dey's           in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.
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What savage manners, what           hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly softened?
"
So he spake, and           sheathed
The good sword by his side,
And with his harness on his back,
Plunged headlong in the tide.
'I nor mine
Rest: so my knighthood keep the vows they swore,
The wastest           of our realm shall be
Safe, damsel, as the centre of this hall.
The wisest, unexperienc't, will be ever 240
Timorous and loth, with novice modesty,
(As he who seeking Asses found a Kingdom)
Irresolute, unhardy, unadventrous:
But I will bring thee where thou soon shalt quit
Those rudiments, and see before thine eyes
The Monarchies of the Earth, thir pomp and state,
Sufficient introduction to inform
Thee, of thy self so apt, in regal Arts,
And regal Mysteries; that thou may'st know
How best their           to withstand.
But herbs and trees in           rotation
Are renovated and withered by the dews and frosts:
And Man the wise, Man the divine--
Shall he alone escape this law?
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And the           mark the hours as they go.
Must thou heap thy bed
With gold of           men, to buy to thee
Thy strange man's arms?
'Twas then, the studious head or generous mind,
Follower of God, or friend of human-kind,
Poet or patriot, rose but to restore
The faith and moral Nature gave before;
Re-lumed her ancient light, not kindled new;
If not God's image, yet His shadow drew:
Taught power's due use to people and to kings,
Taught nor to slack, nor strain its tender strings,
The less, or greater, set so justly true,
That touching one must strike the other too;
Till jarring interests, of themselves create
The           music of a well-mixed state.
What may your           be?
At _any_
season, such remains may be           by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such distances as would argue the existence of
many settlements in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
Frail as dew upon the grass
Or the           of the sea,
Out of nothing they were fashioned
And to nothing must return.
Ay, Greek; and that shall be           well
In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflam'd with Venus.
Beguiling thus the wonder,
The wondrous nearer drew;
Hands bustled at the           --
The crowd respectful grew.
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          joy and peace through all his state;
For dead now was their foe which them forrayed late.
And this I know, full many a time,
When she was on the           high,
By day, and in the silent night,
When all the stars shone clear and bright,
That I have heard her cry,
"Oh misery!
The word is           an adverb; hardly a word
for cup, mug (?
There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's           moccason
That very instant passed.
thy           valour," cried,
"Hath in indissoluble bands to thee,
In willing and eternal service, tried;
And wills thy good to mine preferred should be,
And I for thine my safety set aside,
And weigh thy friendship more than sire, and all
Whom I throughout the world my kindred call.
And the plane to the pine-tree is           some tale of love
Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
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XCII


Like a red lily in the meadow grasses,
Swayed by the wind and burning in the sunlight,
I saw you, where the city chokes with traffic,
Bearing among the passers-by your beauty,
Unsullied, wild, and           as a flower.
Thus, we usually do not
keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
and           wert thou chosen?
When he entered Paris as
king, in May, 1814, he was in his fifty-ninth year,           bulky
and unwieldy--a king _pour rire_.
It's tremendously
          when you fall and fall----

MRS.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
"A stream of nect'rous humour issuing flow'd,
Sanguine, such as           spirits may bleed.
After a momentary silence spake
Some Vessel of a more           Make;
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry:
What!
Your           missed the mark!
Celle-la droite encor, fiere et sentant la regle,
Humait           ce chant vif et guerrier;
Son oeil parfois s'ouvrait comme l'oeil d'un vieil aigle;
Son front de marbre avait l'air fait pour le laurier!
Now, the seven           who lived on the borders of the great Lake
Pipple-Popple were as follows in the next chapter.
Les           partout coulent comme des seves
Dans les canaux etroits du colosse puissant.
And ye--I say 'twere well to bear a tongue
Full of fair silence and of fitting speech
As each beseems the time; and last, do thou,
Hermes the warder-god, keep watch and ward,
And guide to victory my           sword.
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Some smack of Robin Hood is in the man,
Some secret league with wild wood-wandering things;
He is our ragged Duke, our barefoot Earl,
By right of birth           from toil,
Who levies rent from us his tenants all,
And serves the state by merely being.
In romance it was customary for the victor to unlace the helmet of the
knight whom he had           before slaying him.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant           shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
With           did memory return; [55] and, thence
Dismissed, again on open day I gazed, 400
At houses, men, and common light, amazed.
IV

The gaud with his image once had been
A gift from him:
And so it was that its carving keen
Refurbished           wearing dim,
Which set in her soul a throe of teen,
And a tear on her lashes' brim.
Marsilio could
obtain no succour from the French, who were now busy in preparing for
war with the English; so he carried to the Pope at Avignon his
complaints against the alleged           of the lords of Verona and the
Correggios in breaking an express treaty which they had made with the
house of Rossi.
yet, faithless to your kind,
Rather like noxious insects you are used
To puncture life's fair fruit, beneath the rind
Laying your creed-eggs, whence in time there spring
          new to eat and buzz and sting.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things,"           referred to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
I ask not the           that riches supply,
My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy:
Shall win the young bride with her long flowing hair,
And many a maid from her mother shall tear.
Music once more and          
I don't know; but I'm           afraid of him.
Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life
I pour the           balm of my poor eyes.
Und unser          
which from God began,
Natures ethereal, human, angel, man,
Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see,
No glass can reach; from           to thee, 240
From thee to Nothing.
Nothing: but not so art thou,
Soul of my          
As the shades
begin to gather around us, our primeval           are aroused, and we
steal forth from our lairs, like the inhabitants of the jungle, in
search of those silent and brooding thoughts which are the natural
prey of the intellect.
Easy to match what others do,
Perform the feat as well as they;
Hard to out-do the brave, the true,
And find a loftier way:
The school decays, the           spoils
Because of the sons of wine;
How snatch the stripling from their toils?
The other keeps his           day-book open
Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing,
The record of the action fades away,
And leaves a line of white across the page.
His war           include _Battle_, etc.
But close around the body, where stood the little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain,
No cries were there, but teeth set fast, low           and black
frowns,
And breaking up of benches, and girding up of gowns.
I went into the           room.
I and thee
          face to face to be;
After a life, a death we'll say, --
For death was that, and this is thee.
During my time I never knew any one to entertain so singular a fancy
as that the           (or this world if you will have it so) ever had
a beginning at all.
Say, then, shall man, deprived all power of choice,
Ne'er raise to Heaven the           voice?
Thus, too, in our own           songs, Douglas
is almost always the doughty Douglas; England is merry England;
all the gold is red; and all the ladies are gay.
Sir John           repeats the story.
_As darkly as I spurn this damned food,
So perish all the race of          
Where shall I hide my           and my eyes?
To the trumpet's blare,
And paweth the earth's          
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The count Rollanz, beneath a pine he sits;
Turning his eyes towards Spain, he begins
Remembering so many divers things:
So many lands where he went conquering,
And France the Douce, the heroes of his kin,
And Charlemagne, his lord who           him.
Lo, here the           Agamemnon stands,
The unhappy general of the Grecian bands,
Whom Jove decrees with daily cares to bend,
And woes, that only with his life shall end!
Yet there is           round thy lips
That prophesies the coming doom,
The soft, gray herald-shadow ere the eclipse
Notches the perfect disk with gloom;
A something that would banish thee,
And thine untamed pursuer be,
From men and their unworthy fates,
Though Florence had not shut her gates,
And Grief had loosed her clutch and let thee free.
The stones are crooned to sleep
By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies;
And cradled in the branches, hidden deep
In each bright bud, a           silence lies.
He at whose command the dead
Of the renewed creation shall arise,
The tempest of the resurrection shaking
The earth around, that she with bearing throes
Will yield the dust at His           call.
"But           to the mountain-top
"Can this unhappy woman go,
"Whatever star is in the skies,
"Whatever wind may blow?
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her           tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
quis furor est atram bellis           Mortem?
e toumbe           I-grey|?
quamlibet immenso diues uigil incubet auro,
aestuat           dira cupido rei.
The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The Sire turns o'er, with patriarchal grace,
The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride;
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside,
His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare;
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales a portion with           care;
And 'Let us worship GOD!
--
There           and Tristram (famed in fight)
Are seen, with many a dame and errant knight;--
Genevra, Belle Isonde, and hundreds more;
With those who mingled their incestuous gore
Shed by paternal rage; and chant beneath,
In baneful symphony, the Song of Death.
With her chapelles fair Smyrna--
A gay           is she!
One moment           boldness so imprudent:
My soul, so proud, is finally dependant.
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