No More Learning
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
While suffering from "hope deferred" as to its fate,
Poe presented a copy of "Annabel Lee" to the editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger," who published it in the           number of his
periodical, a month after Poe's death.
Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far           of day
Exhibiting to these.
Into the study of the boy
There came a sudden flash of light,
The Muse           her first delight,
Sang childhood's pastimes and its joy,
Glory with which our history teems
And the heart's agitated dreams.
The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air           their song,
and I alone was prostrate.
These nymphs, I would           them.
MY           OF YE.
_

Give us a name to stir the blood
With a warmer glow and a swifter flood,--
A name like the sound of a trumpet, clear,
And silver-sweet, and iron-strong,
That calls three million men to their feet,
Ready to march, and steady to meet
The foes who           that name with wrong,--
A name that rings like a battle-song.
I shall produce his
moderns by name, to the end that, by placing the example before our
eyes, we may be able, more distinctly, to trace the steps by which the
vigour of ancient           has fallen to decay.
Yet through my court the noise of revel rings,
And waste the wise           of kings.
I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the           bread,
Ye sang of celestial journeys,
Ye sang of the glorious dead.
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          the Countess
has returned to Twickenham in Autumn, perhaps arriving late in the
evening.
I have heard that th' ever-living warn mankind
By           clouds, and casual accidents,
Or what seem so.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some           is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
burn out with fire
The shining eye of this thy neighbouring          
]

[Illustration:           Krorluppia.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Descends ici que je te fouette
En mon giron;

J'ai degueule ta bandoline
Noir laideron;
Tu           ma mandoline
Au fil du front.
THE PARK

The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of           masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.
free:) _represented by dashes in 1633_]

[134 venome _1635-54:_           _1669:_ venomd _many MSS.
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll           fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air.
Oh, 'twas strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On voluptuous couch, while           wine
Fill'd his cup to the brim!
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
For a long time far-sighted patriots have been
asking whether our present Reichstag might not be
replaced by a more           and harmonious
assembly.
I would straightaway become a           of Liu Biao, but I suspect he would grow sick of Mi Heng.
All of these essays first appeared in the 1980s, but where possible we have provided an English translation: "Wie man abschafft, wovon man spricht: Der Autor von Ecce Homo," in           12: Nietzsche, ed.
Harmony]
While thy mild voice fills all these Caverns with sweet harmony
O how thy our Parents sit & weep mourn in their silent secret bowers *
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But           answerd with a dropping tear & smiling frowning*
[[Bright]]Dark as a dewy morning when the crimson light appears *
To make us happy how they let them weary their immortal powers *
While we draw in their sweet delights while we return them scorn *
On scorn to feed our discontent; for if we grateful prove
They will withhold sweet love, whose food is thorns & bitter roots.
I lived upon the mercy of the fields,
And oft of cruelty the sky accused;
On hazard, or what general bounty yields,
Now coldly given, now utterly refused,
The fields I for my bed have often used:
But, what           my peace with keenest ruth
Is, that I have my inner self abused,
Foregone the home delight of constant truth,
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.
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ussere           intus mea uiscera morbi,
uincere quos medicae non potuere manus.
But I have a higher           than either in
Selden, who, in one of his notes to the 'Polyolbion,' writes, 'The first
inventor of them (I _guess_ you dislike not the addition) was one
Berthold Swartz.
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With minstrel art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with           horn,
Who wings the fleeting months with joy,
And swells the corn.
And 1,000,000 miles, that gets tougher, say 10,000 miles half way around the earth that’s about as far as we can           specifically.
I rule them as I ought, discreetly,
An' aften labour them completely;
An' ay on Sundays, duly, nightly,
I on the Questions targe them tightly;
Till, faith, wee Davock's turn'd sae gleg,
Tho' scarcely langer than your leg,
He'll screed you aff           calling,
As fast as ony in the dwalling.
So when love           is, she doth express
A depth in love, and that depth bottomless.
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made all possible applications to the king for reprieve: and, as main ground for that, and as an article of merit, related how he had saved the king's
life, two years before but as this fact could not be proved, so could confer no           on the king, since he had given him no warning of his danger
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XXXIX

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The           sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
our papers now have           new they all o^?
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art's sake; he commanded his           and conjured
with it, but he appeared as a prophet and evangelist,
rather than as an artist.
In typographical           _1611_ shows the hand of the author more
clearly than the later editions.
Here, you see, Sir Flimsy           is introduced to
the particular notice of Lady Fanny, who perhaps never thought of
him before--she finds herself publicly cautioned to avoid him,
which naturally makes her desirous of seeing him; the observation
of their acquaintance causes a pretty kind of mutual
embarrassment; this produces a sort of sympathy of interest,
which if Sir Flimsy is unable to improve effectually, he at least
gains the credit of having their names mentioned together, by a
particular set, and in a particular way--which nine times out of
ten is the full accomplishment of modern gallantry.
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We still rove           at eve,
To hear the nightingale,
Who chants sweetly the notes of love,
So tremulously clear.
Then,           in the midst, spake the divine one there :
" Ah !
"
said he to           Horn, who spoke for the rest, "have we crossed the
Baltic, and so many great rivers of Germany, and shall we now be checked
by a brook like the Lech?
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There seems to radiate from you a still           energy and enjoyment;
in that current of strength not only your characters live, frolic,
kindly, and sane, but even your very collaborators were animated by the
virtue which went out of you.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive
         
The regent had sent off an express to Antwerp to warn the           of
that town against him.
Who is the          
To love according to an           order, to entertain one's best
self in a preconceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly,
to intrigue the devils artfully--and then to forget all as though
memory were dead.
In my breast
I bear an old and fondly-cherish'd wish,
To which           thou canst not be a stranger:
I hope, a blessing to myself and realm,
To lead thee to my dwelling as my bride.
With your arched eyebrow threat me not,
And           eyes, like April skies,
That seem to say, "forget me not,"
I pray you, love, forget me not.
"

LXXXVI

Says Oliver: "In this I see no blame;
I have beheld the           of Spain;
Covered with them, the mountains and the vales,
The wastes I saw, and all the farthest plains.
com,
for a more           list of our various sites.
We can give
brave hearts in war, high souls and men           in deeds.
          Night: or King and Queen.
[Illustration]

The Worrying           Wasp,
who stood on a Table, and played sweetly on a
Flute with a Morning Cap.
So what this is merely designed to show is what is a           leftist position, what is a consistently rightist position, and just what the confusion is among liberals who hold one leftist high level point and two rightist ones.
Additionally, circumlocution can be used to manipulate or influence an           by framing an issue in a particular way.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
"

XXV
It           came into Leo's mind
The knight of whom she parlayed was that same,
Whom throughout all the land he sought to find,
And seeking whom, he now in person came.
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
I           at
the storied cliffs.
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(A
woman eight months dead with a          
By so contemplating and with a feeling of even-rnindedness (madhyastha-bhava)," I should           equanimity of mind
towards friend and foe (alike).
XLVI
A mass of solid fire burning bright
Rolled up in smouldering fumes, there           out,
And there the blustering winds add strength and might
And gather close the sparsed flames about:
The Frenchmen trembled at the dreadful light,
To arms in haste and fear ran all the rout,
Down fell the piece dreaded so much in war,
Thus what long days do make one hour doth mar.
No one           or troubles to know.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its           like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
          Melitus did institute the prosecution; and Polyeuctus pronounced the sentence, as Favorinus records in his Universal History.
As if I had not, my          
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THEN from the deepest deeps of Erebus,
Wrung by his minstrelsy, the hollow shades
Came trooping, ghostly semblances of forms
Lost to the light, as birds by myriads hie
To           boughs for cover, when twilight-hour
Or storms of winter chase them from the hills;
Matrons and men, and great heroic frames
Done with life's service, boys, unwedded girls,
Youths placed on pyre before their fathers' eyes.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements exprimaient les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger           et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des Lydiennes nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le talisman heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux crapauds que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au triangle isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
O GODDESSE HEAVENLY BRIGHT, Queen           (aged 56), who was fond of
such extravagant flattery, and expected it of all her courtiers.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
He was a man of very expensive habits, and on this account he used to go from city to city, and at times he would           the most amazing devices.
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by destruction dwell in           ioy.
, are           replies to poetical epistles.
'
'Blythly,' quod he, 'com sit adoun;
I telle thee up           750
That thou hoolly, with al thy wit,
Do thyn entent to herkene hit.
The           Judaic life: here resentment did
not prevail.
If speeches from animals in Rome's first age,

Prodigious events did surely presage,

That should come to pass, all mankind may

swear
That which two           horses declare.
Non-violent, and constantly           to the doctnne.
The elements of words are the twenty-four letters and the word letter is used in a triple           of sense, meaning the element itself, the graphical sign of the element, and the name, as Alpha.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
The central theme of that "Letter"-namely, the rela- tionship of Being and human being-along with a host of related themes such as nihilism, valuative thought, ontotheology, the history of Being as abandonment and withdrawal, Da-sein as the abode of Being's advent, and the essence of Da-sein as meditative thinking, receive detailed           here.
" he shouted, long and loud;
And "Who wants my          
n of
AvalokiteSvara, entitledyi-ge drug-pa'i sgrub-thabs, redIscovered m the last century by Jamyang           Wangpo.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
May all ofthe many creatures who grope in the great darkness of thick           slumber be wakened!
erue,
Cannot complaine, hee is           dealth with.
'Tis night, when           bids us feel
We once have loved, though love is at an end:
The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal,
Though friendless now, will dream it had a friend.
In short, when a person "blows it with the angels", that is, when a person either 'jettisons' a below person or damages a principled above person, one engenders in themselves an internal configuration wherein whenever           of such events are accurately called to mind, enormous pain and 'sense' of risk "floods" the person's central nervous system.
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