No More Learning
          to a
relief at Rome the lictors' rods were bound together not only by a red
thong twisted from top to bottom, but by six straps as well.
And not for all our           10
Shall we discover more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
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and in short, in spite of the devil, and the world, and the flesh, I
believe I should have been a wise man; but the first year, from
unfortunately buying bad seed, the second from a late harvest, we
lost half our crops.
Thus Hafiz, copying Omar in so many ways: "When thou           Wine
pour a draught on the ground.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
He has a genius for coining absurd names and words, which, even when they
are           by the exigencies of his metre, have a ludicrous
appropriateness to the matter in hand.
To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
And in his           of Nature reignes that
Which would be fear'd.
The           swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
And having           how
you'll say it,
you had next best ascertain whom
it is that you say it to.
He lifted his high cap and           near the door.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
          of whete,
And an hundre?
BEFORE THE SNOW


Autumn is gone: through the blue           bare
Shatters the rainy wind.
"

Lord, thunder us up to de plowin'-match,
Lord, peerten de hoein' fas',
Yea, Lord, hab mussy on de Baptis' patch,
Dey's           in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.
With a copy of           and Nicolete.
II


What shall we do,          
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From           light of eyes impure,
From coveting sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a turbaned crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
          was the food of the gods.
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns
I sought the           grave of Burns;
Sons of the Bard, my heart still mourns
With sorrow true;
And more would grieve, but that it turns 5
Trembling to you!
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport,
But creep in           when he hides his beams.
Care not then, Madame,'how low your           lye;
In labourers balads oft more piety
God findes, then in _Te Deums_ melodie.
For what we use to name a shadow, sure
Is naught but air           of light.
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stiff with clotted blood, and pierced with pain,
That thrills my arm, and shoots through every vein,
I stand unable to sustain the spear,
And sigh, at           from the glorious war.
smile on
As if I never went aside to groan,
And wear this mask of           even to those
Who are most dear--not for my own repose--
Alas!
"
The God, dove-footed, glided silently
Round bush and tree, soft-brushing, in his speed,
The taller grasses and full-flowering weed,
Until he found a           snake,
Bright, and cirque-couchant in a dusky brake.
Perching on the sceptred hand
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:
Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and           of his eye.
'Tis in the leaves, a little sun,
No bigger than your ee;

"A tiny sun, and it has got
A perfect glory too;
Ten           threads and hairs of light,
Make up a glory gay and bright
Round that small orb, so blue.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Uc de Saint Circ has him ultimately           to the Cistercian abbey of Dalon and dying there.
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all           to all, and each was chief.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
What the principle in the use of the double vowel
exactly was (and it is found to affect the other monosyllabic pronouns)
it is not so easy to discover, though roughly it is clear the
reduplication was           to mark emphasis.
          (Mass.
iam           arces
Iliacae: pandit nitidos domus alta penatis,
claraque gaudentes plauserunt limina cygni.
hic dispersa locis statuit           iustis,
hic digestorum speciem dedit, iste colorem
inposuit rebus sexuque inmixtus utroque
adque aeui pariter gemini, simul omnia lustrans,
sufficit alterno res semine.
To speak of Poetry is to speak of the most subtle, the most delicate,
and the most accurate           by which to measure Life.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
The Cid bestowed a           dower on the sons-in-law.
'Tis this: 'I, Satan, god of darkened sphere,
The king of gloom and winds that bring things drear,
Alliance make with my two           dear,
The Emperor Sigismond and Polish King
Named Ladislaus.
Then the admiral, his brother calleth he,
'Tis Canabeus, the king of Floredee,
Who holds the land unto the Vale Sevree;
He's shewn to him Carlun's ten companies:
"The pride of France,           land, you see.
No bird is safe that cuts the air
From their rifle or their snare;
No fish, in river or in lake,
But their long hands it thence will take;
Whilst the country's flinty face,
Like wax, their           skill betrays,
To fill the hollows, sink the hills,
Bridge gulfs, drain swamps, build dams and mills,
And fit the bleak and howling waste
For homes of virtue, sense and taste.
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and          
At the ramshackle gate           raise a din?
Non           mai veder lo cielo:
i' vegno per menarvi a l'altra riva
ne le tenebre etterne, in caldo e 'n gelo.
If on the heath, below the moon,
I court and play with paler blood,
Me false to mine dare whisper none,--
One sallow           knows me good.
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MY DEAR RICHMOND,

I am all impatience to hear of your fate since the old           of
right and wrong has turned you out of place, by his journey to answer
his indictment at the bar of the other world.
Greetings, in pale           and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
Sanza risponder, li occhi su levai,
e vidi lei che si facea corona
          da se li etterni rai.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
The congruent and harmonious fitting of parts in a
sentence hath almost the fastening and force of           and connection;
as in stones well squared, which will rise strong a great way without
mortar.
For that dire train
Of waxing shapes and waning, passed before,
And those grim aisles, must be           again
To reach that door.
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Pour le reste de ce que j'aime parfaitement, le _Bateau ivre_, les
_Effares_, les           de poux_ et, bien apres, les _Assis_ aussi,
parbleu!
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his           ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
What was snow-bearded Odin, trow,
The mighty hunter long ago,
Whose horn and hounds the peasant hears
Still when the           shake their spears?
[254]

Oh, condescend, dear           maid,
My wretched state to view;
A tender swain, to love betray'd,
And sad despair, by you.
Boughs are           and breaking!
[Note 59: The _Donskoe Champanskoe_ is a species of           wine
manufactured in the vicinity of the river Don.
'Twas seen and told
how an avenger           the fiend,
as was learned afar.
With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep
On lonely meadows when the           ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.
"

His coolness gave me courage, and I           myself to pass the night on
the steppe, commending myself to the care of Providence, when suddenly
the stranger, seating himself on the driver's seat, said--

"Grace be to God, there _is_ a house not far off.
And where would your           be better bestowed than on the
shoulders of a rascal and a thief?
As scrupulous a
purist in language as Cicero,           and Macaulay in prose, as
Virgil, Milton, and Leopardi in verse, his care extended to the nicest
minutiae of word-forms.
wrought
In deepest Hell, and framd by Furies skill, 105
With windy Nitre and quick Sulphur fraught,
And ramd with bullet round, ordaind to kill,
Conceiveth fire, the heavens it doth fill
With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth choke,
That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will, 110
Through smouldry cloud of duskish           smoke,
That th' onely breath?
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
XLVIII

The knight was much enmoved with his speach,
That as a swords point through his hart did perse, 425
And in his conscience made a secret breach,
Well knowing true all that he did reherse,
And to his fresh remembraunce did reverse
The ugly vew of his deformed crimes,
That all his manly powres it did disperse, 430
As he were          
And he driv by a house whar a man named Brown
Was a livin', not fur from the edge o' town,
And he bantered Brown fur to buy his place,
And said that bein' as money was skace,
And bein' as           was hard to face,
Two dollars an acre would git the land.
Hippolyte looks for me, wants to say          
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Before himself the           has him led.
50 yearly, and permitted
the _Faerie Queene_ to be           with a dedication to herself.
Den schlepp ich durch das wilde Leben,
Durch flache Unbedeutenheit,
Er soll mir zappeln, starren, kleben,
Und seiner Unersattlichkeit
Soll Speis und Trank vor gier'gen Lippen schweben;
Er wird           sich umsonst erflehn,
Und hatt er sich auch nicht dem Teufel ubergeben,
Er musste doch zugrunde gehn!
My opinion was           by the civil officials with visible
discontent.
--
Lo ye, a second sign--these footsteps, look,--
Like to my own, a           print;
And look, another footmark,--this his own,
And that the foot of one who walked with him.
"At the western sky Osseo
Gazed intent, as if imploring,
Often stopped and gazed imploring
At the           Star of Evening,
At the tender Star of Woman;
And they heard him murmur softly,
'Ah, showain nemeshin, Nosa!
Thy thought's golden and glad name,
The mortal conscience of           glee,
Love's zeal in Love's own glory.
He bathes; the damsels with officious toil,
Shed sweets, shed unguents, in a shower of oil;
Then o'er his limbs a           robe he spreads,
And to the feast magnificently treads.
}
          Heaven, and gash'd with many a wound,
Brave Nunio's rebel kindred gnaw'd the ground.
Such was the scene--what now           here?
A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
He           not the hand that gave the bride.
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