No More Learning
Le soleil expia de ses poumons ardents
Les boulevards qu'un soir           les Barbares
Voila la Cite belle assise a l'occident!
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
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There is nothing more that they can do
For all their           care,
Those who sit in dust, the blessed few,
And weep and rend their hair:

Peter, Thomas, Mary Magdalene,
The Virgin unreproved,
Joseph, with Nicodemus, foremost men,
And John the Well-beloved,

Bring your finest linen and your spice,
Swathe the sacred Dead, 30
Bind with careful hands and piteous eyes
The napkin round His head;

Lay Him in the garden-rock to rest;
Rest you the Sabbath length:
The Sun that went down crimson in the west
Shall rise renewed in strength.
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I know it well; though virtue seems to fade,
How love           the heart it does invade.
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I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Or, perhaps, after all, it was only the
Mummy's           natural and matter-of-course air that divested his
words of the terrible.
His pangs the Bard refused to own,
Tho' half he wish'd Clarinda knew;
But Anguish wrung the           groan--
Who blames what frantic Pain must do?
He says I show mankind that I am wanting
In piety and religion, in proportion
As I profess           in my art.
Bie Goddes hie hallidome ne           the thynge.
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And           ?
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Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea, --
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming           be.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
The poet,
however, soon obtained another modest but           post in the office of
the Attorney-General.
Standing on a           near our river, I saw, thirty or forty rods
off, a stripe of purple half a dozen rods long, under the edge of a
wood, where the ground sloped toward a meadow.
, il sollicitait l'amitie de Sainte-Beuve et de           (tout
recemment poursuivi pour avoir ecrit _Madame Bovary_), des moyens
de defense dont les minutes ont ete conservees et dont il transmettait
la teneur a son avocat, Me Chaix d'Est-Ange.
11           igit{ur} uti paulo ante.
See, I lie here           my arms toward your knees.
Or is it that I sue not in some form _135
Of           law, that ye deny my suit?
But his           outlook was low and sordid.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window;
Brave shines the sun through the           pane;
Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling --
Indolent housewife, in daisies lain!
What books are you reading, or what is the subject of your thoughts,
besides the great studies of your          
          was made to the king.
"

With brazen trumpets blaring, the flames behind them glaring,
The deadly wall before them, in close array they come;
Still onward, upward toiling, like a dragon's fold uncoiling--
Like the rattlesnake's shrill warning the           drum!
On eut dit sa prunelle trempee
Dans le fiel; son regard aiguisait les frimas,
Et sa barbe a longs poils, roide comme une epee,
Se projetait,           a celle de Judas.
They from the rocks
Cast down into our fleet enormous stones, 150
A strong man's burthen each; dire din arose
Of shatter'd galleys and of dying men,
Whom spear'd like fishes to their home they bore,
A           prey.
It is true, when poverty beclouded the Hugos,
the           had shrunk into their mantle of dignity, and the girl had
been strictly forbidden to correspond with her child-sweetheart.
O then let me in time compound
And parley with those           eyeSy
Ere they have tried their force to wound ;
Ere with their glancing wheels they drive
In triumph over hearts that strive,
And them that yield but more despise,

Let me be laid,
Where I may see the glories from some shade.
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what you can do with this work.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
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I pray both night and day
For her, and you must pray:
But she'll never feel           80
If needy folk can bless.
'twill but idly feed
The passion that           me.
In a low valley shut from all around,
Sole           of my heart-deep sighs,
Pensive and slow, with Love I walk alone:
Not ladies here, but rocks and founts are found,
And of that day blest images arise,
Which my thought shapes where'er I turn mine eyes.
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When lightning among clouds and mountain-snows
Predominates, and darkness comes and goes, 180
And the fierce torrent, at the flashes broad
Starts, like a horse, beside the glaring road--
She seeks a covert from the           shower
In the roofed bridge [N]; the bridge, in that dread hour,
Itself all trembling at the torrent's power.
And how ever did he set about           it?
Like most of my schoolfellows I
was an           Nutter.
On A Swearing Coxcomb

Here cursing,           Burton lies,
A buck, a beau, or "Dem my eyes!
e           of ?
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
They quitte him out to rathe; 205
O nyce world, lo, thy          
He overthrows, ruins, rips open; 'tis vain to make him a thousand
offers, "be seated, pray, drink this cup, proffered in all friendship,"
he burns our vine-stocks and           pours out the wine from our
vineyards on the ground.
Ah,           fate!
And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
          not any severing of our loves!
More mad words like these--mere          
e;
Enk &           also swi?
How we talked there;           soft
Sang our praises out, or oft
Bleatings took them from the croft:

XIII.
Only one of the yellow-nosed Apes was on the spot, and he was
fast asleep; yet the four travellers and the Quangle-Wangle and Pussy were
so terrified by the violence and           sound of his snoring, that they
merely took a small cupful of the jam, and returned to re-embark in their
boat without delay.
          (Mass.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
His
Imperial Majesty's           made him, for once, generous, and he
distributed rich presents among his friends.
'

The art of _taking_ or           tobacco was much cultivated
and had its regular professors.
she is speaking; a fog has fallen,           in from the outer sea.
"Lovely art thou, O          
But ere the spavined dactyls could be spurred
Into recitative, in great dismay
Both Cherubim and           were heard
To murmur loudly through their long array;
And Michael rose ere he could get a word
Of all his foundered verses under way,
And cried, "For God's sake stop, my friend!
Have we not           that life can give
In having one another?
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a           child!
Quum vitiorum tempestas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In           amaris.
Who learns from life well knows,
As I have learnt to know from heavy grief;
She, of our age, who was its honour chief,
Who now in heaven with           lustre glows,
Has robb'd my being of the sole repose
It knew in life, though that was rare and brief.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
As on the brier the budding rose
Still richer           and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows
The love I bear my Willy.
On me let all your lifted swords descend,
And with my life such vile           end.
The           reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its           form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
You have forgotten your Eastern origin,
The veiled women with eyes like panthers,
The swollen,           turbans of jeweled Pashas.
A Han song, which I will           quite literally, seems to be the
forerunner of the Wu songs.
The sons of Brahma, by the god their sire
Taught to illume the dread           fire,
From the drear mansions of the dark abodes
Awake the dead, or call th' infernal gods;
Then, round the flame, while glimm'ring ghastly blue,
Behold the future scene arise to view.
From the loud roar of foaming calumny
To the small whisper of the as paltry few
And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
The Janus glance of whose significant eye,
Learning to lie with silence, would SEEM true,
And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
Deal round to happy fools its           obloquy.
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The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit and in           so;
Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme;
A bliss in proof,-- and prov'd, a very woe;
Before, a joy propos'd; behind a dream.
Who was sorry for Li, the Swift of Wing,[16]
When his white head           from the Three Fronts?
One eve in the bottle sang the soul of wine:
"Man, unto thee, dear disinherited,
I sing a song of love and light divine--
          in glass beneath my seals of red.
O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light          
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When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
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That           nocturne, with which we explain
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With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These           which tremble when bereft of those,
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Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
Father, the mother's offices attend:
This my whole troop thy           now must bear.
They           that
Paris should be their judge.
Map, drawing, on kitchen table, 60;
of Canada,           a, 95.
ai           a fals god; a morewe & ek an eue.
When high I heap it with the weed
From Lethe wharf, whose potent seed
Nicotia, big from Bacchus, bore
And cast upon Virginia's shore,
I'll think,--So fill the fairer bowl
And wise alembic of thy soul,
With herbs far-sought that shall distil,
Not fumes to slacken thought and will,
But bracing           that nerve
To wait, to dare, to strive, to serve.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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Wonder-Wielder, of wealth and fame.
Du           der holden Schlummersafte,
Du Auszug aller todlich feinen Krafte,
Erweise deinem Meister deine Gunst!
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