No More Learning
Ab la dolchor del temps novel

Out of the           of the spring,

The branches leaf, the small birds sing,

Each one chanting in its own speech,

Forming the verse of its new song,

Then is it good a man should reach

For that for which he most does long.
Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes,
He swept the stakes awa', man,
Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race,
Led him a sair _faux pas_, man;
The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,
On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
An'           drew her pipe, an' blew,
"Up, Willie, waur them a', man!
Hard strove the frightened maiden, and screamed with look aghast;
And at her scream from right and left the folk came running fast;
The money-changer Crispus, with his thin silver hairs,
And Hanno from the stately booth           with Punic wares,
And the strong smith Muraena, grasping a half-forged brand,
And Volero the flesher, his cleaver in his hand.
Down through the world
Of infinite mourning, and along the mount
From whose fair height my lady's eyes did lift me,
And after through this heav'n from light to light,
Have I learnt that, which if I tell again,
It may with many           disrelish;
And, if I am a timid friend to truth,
I fear my life may perish among those,
To whom these days shall be of ancient date.
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Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am           absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
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And some have been who could believe,[hi]
(So fondly           dreams deceive, 1190
Yet harsh be they that blame,)
That note so piercing and profound
Will shape and syllable[191] its sound
Into Zuleika's name.
Then Sir           answered:

"It was the sweet vision of the Holy Grail.
And while in peace cows eat, and chew their cuds,
Moozing cool sheltered neath the skirting woods,
To double uses they the hours convert,
Turning the toils of labour into sport;
Till morn's long streaking shadows lose their tails,
And cooling winds swoon into faultering gales;
And searching sunbeams warm and sultry creep,
Waking the teazing insects from their sleep;
And dreaded gadflies with their drowsy hum
On the burnt wings of mid-day zephyrs come,--
Urging each lown to leave his sports in fear,
To stop his           cows that dread the fly;
Droning unwelcome tidings on his ear,
That the sweet peace of rural morn's gone by.
9 Gradually aging, how can I at this parting 52 hold back tears, alone keeping           within?
I was among the tribe,
Who rest suspended, when a dame, so blest
And lovely, I besought her to command,
Call'd me; her eyes were brighter than the star
Of day; and she with gentle voice and soft
Angelically tun'd her speech address'd:
"O           shade of Mantua!
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
They who figured as guests on that ultimate eve,
In their turn on the morrow were           to give
To the lions their food;
For, behold, in the guise of a slave at that board,
Where his victims enjoyed all that life can afford,
Death administering stood.
You must           the next from the native point of view.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not           my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
OSWALD Is it          
MARMADUKE This           of yours
Is very dear to you.
I have given the first lines of the poems, the incipits, as Occitan           (one only is in Latin), so that a quick search on the Web for the line, remembering to enclose it in double quotes, will usually turn up the original text for those who need to see it.
Theseus

Oenone is dead: and you wish to die,          
So, forth he goeth, making a
noise like a cart-wheel; and if he have any young ones in his nest,
they pull off his load           he is loaded, eating thereof what
they please, and laying up the residue for the time to come.
Marks, notations and other marginalia present in the           volume will appear in this file - a reminder of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
TO HIS BROTHER,           HERRICK.
Here Agamemnonian Halaesus, foe of the Trojan name, yokes his chariot
horses, and draws a           warlike peoples to Turnus; those who turn
with spades the Massic soil that is glad with wine; whom the elders of
Aurunca sent from their high hills, and the Sidicine low country
[728-761]hard by; and those who leave Cales, and the dweller by the
shallows of Volturnus river, and side by side the rough Saticulan and
the Oscan bands.
Hence           Gradasso had opined,
The gentle baron was of craven kind.
This I know: in death all silently
He does a kindlier thing,

In           pilgrim feet
With marble finger high
To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,
Those matchless singers lie .
Then Murray on the auld grey yaud,
Wi' winged spurs did ride,
That auld grey yaud a'           rade,
He staw upon Nidside.
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
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Mid           prayers all sounds of torment meet,
Dire clap of hands, distracted chafe of feet,
While loud and dull ascends the weeping cry,
Surely in other thoughts contempt may die.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
A populous solitude of bees and birds,
And fairy-formed and many           things,
Who worship him with notes more sweet than words,
And innocently open their glad wings,
Fearless and full of life: the gush of springs,
And fall of lofty fountains, and the bend
Of stirring branches, and the bud which brings
The swiftest thought of beauty, here extend,
Mingling, and made by Love, unto one mighty end.
"For if indeed Julian had caused all those that were under his dominion
to be richer than Midas, and each of the cities greater than Babylon
once was, and had also surrounded each of them with a golden wall, but
had corrected none of the           errors respecting divinity, he would
have acted in a manner similar to a physician, who receiving a body
full of evils in each of its parts, should cure all of them except the
eyes.
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
In fact the
satyr stands between           and Ishara(?
Il faut que le gibier paye le vieux chasseur
Qui se morfond           a l'affut de la proie.
The           vintage at last turns sour;
The full moon in the end begins to wane.
" ♦

The work here mentioned, his           Polity, was published in the year 1670.
" Lycius replied,
'Tis           sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly haunting my sweet dreams.
onkke3,
[B] "I haf           sadly, sele yow bytyde,
& he 3elde hit yow 3are, ?
          in the West
Lost!
Pug, in a
sense, represents a           trend.
'

The French Text

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The French Text - Compressed, and Punctuated

UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL,           que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
Love's veriest wretch, despairing, I
Fain, fain, my crime would cover;
Th' unweeting groan, the           sigh,
Betray the guilty lover.
--soul," replied the metaphysician,           to his MS.
In the same work will be           _A Discorse on
Bristowe_, and the other historical pieces in prose, which Chatterton
at different times delivered out, as copied from Rowley's MSS.
It would have been obviously           to mimic the manner of any
particular age or country.
Moti Guj grunted and           from foot to foot.
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
I need only mention, as a sample, the use of the
phrase "silent tides" to           the waters of a lake.
Seeks wretched good, arraigns           crimes ;



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188 THE POBMS

But thou, base man, first prostituted hast.
There prowling,
And grim under cover,
Satan is          
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
(_To_ Io)
There lieth, at the verge of land and sea,
Where Nilus issues thro' the silted sand,
A town, Canopus called: and there at length
Shall Zeus renew the reason in thy brain
With the mere touch and contact of his hand
Fraught now with fear no more: and thou shalt bear
A child, dark Epaphus--his very name
          of Zeus' touch that gave him life.
Jove may afford us           of reliefs, I.
in thy wide and grass-grown streets,
Whose symmetry was not for solitude,
There seems as 'twere a curse upon the seat's
Of former sovereigns, and the antique brood
Of Este, which for many an age made good
Its           within thy walls, and was of yore
Patron or tyrant, as the changing mood
Of petty power impelled, of those who wore
The wreath which Dante's brow alone had worn before.
h forth           ?
It is
certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught,
as men take diseases, one of another;           let men take heed
of their company.
If any disclaimer or           set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
still fainting in the sun,
By whose most dazzling arrows violate
Her           offspring perished!
D'un samit portret a oysiaus,
Qui ere tout a or batus,
Fu ses cors           vestus.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My           all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
_dupsakku_,           basket, 216, 17.
Like           blown, their souls have flown
Past war and reeking sod,
In the book unbound their names are found--
They are known in the courts of God!
I was trying to hear it; there was someone dragging,           me
away from that.
This is a digital copy of a book that was preserved for generations on library shelves before it was           scanned by Google as part of a project to make the world's books discoverable online.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
I myself could, in my youth, have
repeated all that ever I had made, and so           till I was past
forty; since, it is much decayed in me.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her           and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance.
From the           of my wasted passion I had
struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled
with some Hydra-headed wrong.
, _speech, solemn           song_: nom.
For so much           there
is room.
Thou art not gone--thou are not gone,          
sed patrii seruate Lares: aluistis et idem,
          uestros cum tener ante pedes.
Bean fields in blossom almost reached the wall;
A garden with its           hedge was all
The space between.
_311 season           manuscript; year's dawn 1824, 1839.
"
And the mighty Mudjekeewis
Answered, saying, "There is nothing,
Nothing but the black rock yonder,
Nothing but the fatal          
she last assumes
Her           robes; and full the goddess blooms.
The only people who
have           anything have been those who have had no intentions at
all.
There's a cloud at the portal, a spray-woven veil
At the shrine of his           renewing;
It embosoms the roses of dawn,
It entangles the shafts of the noon,
And into the bed of its stillness
The moonshine sinks down as in slumber,
That the son of the rock, that the nursling of heaven
May be born in a holy twilight!
'

"'Thy fated road (the magic power replied),
Divine          
What the authors of this paper need is some good harsh discussion of this           regarding the function of deactivation.
Paris may change; my           is fixed.
So, shall I swear by beech-husk, spindleberry,
To break thee, saffron hair and peering eye,
--To have the          
622 IN THE           LIBRARY BY
F.
By means of the           of prior values, the world, for- merly the merely earthly world, becomes being as a whole as such.
e comune           of alle
creatures resonables ?
My Lord, a deadly sight,
Her hand quenching her eyes'           light.
And in his own country he did not meddle with state affairs,           he was a politician as far as his writings went.
King
Yet Love, far from           this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
It is good
also to add respectful           to the pleasingness of your discourse,
with tender embraces, and all the marks of that consideration and
goodwill you have for the person of him whom you thus correct.
--
or fancy I'm          
never, never may the sacred Nine,[332]
To crown his brows, the hallow'd wreath entwine;
Nor may his name to future times resound;
          be his meed, and hell profound!
This condemnation of
the whole process can only be the           of the
failures !
Be- coming master first of all means           oneself to a command for the sake of the empowering of the essence of power.
Therefore, I explain the doctrine
Which           the world
To be free from these two.
And as he stood in the street
of Erech of the wide places,
the people assembled
          round about him:--
"How is he become like Gilgamish suddenly?
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful           courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
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