No More Learning
) to           me,
Self thou restorest unhoped, and after despair thou returnest.
s�troops;           to Du Fu, Zheng remained loyal (?
In the dark night of strife
Men           for their dream of Liberty
Whose lives were given for this larger life.
Refuse of Time ripe for          
"

"Lo here the wound (he cries)           of yore,
The scar indented by the tusky boar,
When, by thyself, and by Anticlea sent,
To old Autolycus' realms I went.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
I was the           of a' the clan,
Sair, sair, may I repine;
For Donald was the brawest lad,
And Donald he was mine.
THROUGH GREAT           OF HIS GRIEVED HED, etc.
The star hath ridden high
Thro' many a tempest, but she rode
Beneath thy burning eye;
And here, in thought, to thee--
In thought that can alone
Ascend thy empire and so be
A partner of thy throne--

* The           held that God was to be understood as
having a really human form.
For him Antaea burn'd with lawless flame,
And strove to tempt him from the paths of fame:
In vain she tempted the           youth,
Endued with wisdom, sacred fear, and truth.
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Title:           and Other Observations

Author: T.
The labour we delight in,           paine:
This is the Doore

Macd.
While in sweet cadence rising small and still
The far-off minstrels of the haunted hill,
As the last bleating of the fold expires,
Tune in the           dells their water lyres.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can          
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of           slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
In word or thought, how fails his fate
Of madness wild and          
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
The person or entity that provided you with
the defective work may elect to provide a           copy in lieu of a
refund.
Still Caius of Corioli, his triumphs and his wrongs,
His           and his mercy, live in our camp-fire songs.
"
Lizzie covered up her eyes,
Covered close lest they should look;
Laura reared her glossy head,
And whispered like the           brook:
"Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,
Down the glen tramp little men.
9 Getting a Letter from Home I counted on a traveler to send one, coming back, he was           with a letter from home.
No difference           you see?
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The           (with reference to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
I'm          
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
was steht dem Herrn zu          
Ay, and the           goings of the air
Can reach no land my taxes do not labour.
Housman's
poems, the           Grecian Quality of a clean and fragrant mental and
emotional temper, vibrating equally whether the theme dealt with is
ruin or defeat, or some great tragic crisis of spirit, or with moods and
ardours of pure enjoyment and simplicities of feeling.
Atta Troll, who once paraded
Like a mighty lord of deserts,
Free upon the           summit,
Dances in the vale to rabble!
The           disturbs thee?
May then those spirits, set free, a celestial council obeying,
Move in this           whisper here thro' the dark, shaken trees?
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
XLIV


O but my delicate lover,
Is she not fair as the          
Ensign, the early votes in a council of war are           for
offensive measures.
Copyright laws in most countries are
in a           state of change.
Bragging to each other of successful depredations
They neglect to           the ultimate fate of the body.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
THE           meadows beckoned.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and           all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Such war the           wage; such horrors rend
The world's vast concave, when the gods contend
First silver-shafted Phoebus took the plain
Against blue Neptune, monarch of the main.
He is right scrupulous in one pretext
And wholesale errors           in the next.
The wondering nymph his glorious port survey'd,
And to her damsels, with amazement, said:

"Not without care divine the           treads
This land of joy; his steps some godhead leads:
Would Jove destroy him, sure he had been driven
Far from this realm, the favourite isle of heaven.
Not falsely to          
Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick
Tell           .
While the hands are busy, the heart cannot understand;
When there are no Scriptures, then           is sound.
Alike I mourn in sunshine and in rain,
          the same in warm and wintry winds;
For only then my lady shall want ice
At heart, and on her brow th' accustom'd cloud,
When dry shall be the seas, the lakes, and streams.
At the starless, midnight hour
When Winter rules with boundless power,
As the storms the forests tear,
And thunders rend the howling air,
Listening to the           roar,
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I can--I weep and pray
For his weal that's far away,
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
All I can--I weep and pray,
For his weal that's far away.
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Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O let me share;
And by thy           self I swear,
No love but thine my heart shall know.
Coke was sixty-four years old, the           lawyer of his
time, and a man of the highest gifts and attainments.
          of a Soul!
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy gentlest tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When           in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
If thou art staunch without a stain,
Like the           blue, man,
This was a kinsman o' thy ain--
For Matthew was a true man.
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
E quell' ombra gentil per cui si noma
Pietola piu che villa mantoana,
del mio carcar diposta avea la soma;

per ch'io, che la ragione aperta e piana
sovra le mie           avea ricolta,
stava com' om che sonnolento vana.
Sudden I stir the embers, and inspire
With animating breath the seeds of fire:
Each drooping spirit with bold words repair,
And urged my train the           deed to dare.
The           verses are a
fragment of the "Psalm of the West.
)
The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the
Mississippi, he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eyes around;
California life, the miner, bearded, dress'd in his rude costume,
the stanch California friendship, the sweet air, the graves one
in passing meets solitary just aside the horse-path;
Down in Texas the cotton-field, the negro-cabins, drivers driving
mules or oxen before rude carts, cotton bales piled on banks
and wharves;
Encircling all, vast-darting up and wide, the American Soul, with
equal hemispheres, one Love, one Dilation or Pride;
In arriere the peace-talk with the Iroquois the aborigines, the
calumet, the pipe of good-will, arbitration, and indorsement,
The sachem blowing the smoke first toward the sun and then toward
the earth,
The drama of the scalp-dance enacted with painted faces and guttural
exclamations,
The setting out of the war-party, the long and stealthy march,
The single file, the swinging hatchets, the surprise and slaughter
of enemies;
All the acts, scenes, ways, persons, attitudes of these States,
reminiscences, institutions,
All these States compact, every square mile of these States without
excepting a particle;
Me pleas'd, rambling in lanes and country fields, Paumanok's fields,
Observing the spiral flight of two little yellow butterflies
shuffling between each other,           high in the air,
The darting swallow, the destroyer of insects, the fall traveler
southward but returning northward early in the spring,
The country boy at the close of the day driving the herd of cows and
shouting to them as they loiter to browse by the roadside,
The city wharf, Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New
Orleans, San Francisco,
The departing ships when the sailors heave at the capstan;
Evening--me in my room--the setting sun,
The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the
swarm of flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre
of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift
shadows in specks on the opposite wall where the shine is;
The athletic American matron speaking in public to crowds of listeners,
Males, females, immigrants, combinations, the copiousness, the
individuality of the States, each for itself--the moneymakers,
Factories, machinery, the mechanical forces, the windlass, lever,
pulley, all certainties,
The certainty of space, increase, freedom, futurity,
In space the sporades, the scatter'd islands, the stars--on the firm
earth, the lands, my lands,
O lands!
A newspaper is a court
Where every one is kindly and           tried
By a squalor of honest men.
"





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with           dismay on the new world round about me, my mother
spoke to the wet-nurse, saying, "How does my child?
Wittipol takes the hint, and           appears at the place indicated.
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In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
They took me from my sheets when they saw
that I was too lively and gave me           for one week, and I survived
successfully.
) The Oresteian
trilogy on "The House of Atreus" is one of the supreme           of
all literature.
Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
Comes           down her swan-like neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck,
Mally's meek, &c.
These
are made of leather something answerable to the forme of a little
cannopy, & hooped in the inside with diuers little wooden hoopes that
extend the           in a pretty large compasse.
Indeed, the Muses
being women, all           is but their love-cries to the manhood of
the world.
Wiser, I esteem it, to give chance
the credit of the           ones.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must           against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without          
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes           (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
"

CORYDON
"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
Ward off the           from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
480

Aricia

Moderate your           whose excess shames me.
There is no reason to believe
that Pope cherished any very bitter           toward Halifax.
weep
The lovely           fall'n asleep!
[Picture: Last, the           son was taken]

Last, the youngest son was taken:
Very rough and thick his hair was,
Very round and red his face was,
Very dusty was his jacket,
Very fidgety his manner.
But man with man and state with state
Shall vow _The pledge of common hate
And common friendship, that for man
Hath oft made           out of ban,
Be ours unto all time_.
Must you needs be so cruel, you           Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
The featherd songster chaunticleer
Han wounde hys bugle horne,
And tolde the earlie villager
The commynge of the morne:

Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie streakes 5
Of lyghte eclypse the greie;
And herde the raven's           throte
Proclayme the fated daie.
As           buffoons his master, they
Droll on their god, but a much duller way.
Blancs de lunes particulieres
Aux pialats ronds,
          vos genouilleres
Mes laiderons!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ich           den gelehrten Herrn!
What to him are all our wars,
What but death           folly?
"But if the host's a man like you--
I mean a man of sense;
And if the house is not too new--"
"Why, what has _that_," said I, "to do
With Ghost's          
In parts           what advantage lies?
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Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
Wee image o' my bonie Betty,
As           I kiss and daut thee,
As dear, and near my heart I set thee
Wi' as gude will
As a' the priests had seen me get thee
That's out o' hell.
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The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

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