No More Learning
I tell you spirits, to the face,
I give to spirit-tyranny no place,
My spirit cannot           it.
While yet we live, scarse one short hour perhaps,
Between us two let there be peace, both joyning,
As joyn'd in injuries, one enmitie
Against a Foe by doom express assign'd us,
That cruel Serpent: On me           not
Thy hatred for this miserie befall'n,
On me already lost, mee then thy self
More miserable; both have sin'd, but thou 930
Against God onely, I against God and thee,
And to the place of judgement will return,
There with my cries importune Heaven, that all
The sentence from thy head remov'd may light
On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe,
Mee mee onely just object of his ire.
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering hearth
With           mirth;
And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink,
Spiced to the brink.
"

The           Quatrain pleads Pantheism by way of Justification.
The world           thou hast left.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
          the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
gov'ment promised Indians lots,
But at last it closed           with shots.
It is discordaunce that can accorde, 4715
And           to discorde.
Then to perform the cure so well begun,
To him I showed this glonous setting sun ;
How, by her people's looks pursued from far,
She mounted on a bright           car, .
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
e           burne on bent, ?
"





The Other Language




Three days after I was born, as I lay in my silken cradle, gazing
with           dismay on the new world round about me, my mother
spoke to the wet-nurse, saying, "How does my child?
His other brothers, proud and high,
Masters, who, in prosperity,
Might rival kings;
Who made the bravest and the best
The           of their high behest,
Their underlings;

What was their prosperous estate,
When high exalted and elate
With power and pride?
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of           winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
I want a Shakspeare; I want           an English dictionary--Johnson's,
I suppose, is best.
Even so I sit and howl in dust,
You sit in gold and sing: 30
Now which of us has           heart?
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
more           than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
The birds of passage, which follow
ministerial sunshine through every clime of political faith and
manners, flocked to your branches; and the beasts of the field (the
lordly           of hills and valleys) crowded under your shade.
" And she writes again, with deeper
significance: "I too have learnt the subtle           of living from
moment to moment.
Whose           are these?
Come, sir, leave me your           and yield me a direct
answer.
Will bleat of flocks or           of herds
Make up for the lost music, when your teams
Drag home the stingy harvest, and no more
The feathered gleaners follow to your door?
dead even
then;
Months, years, an echoing,           house-but dead, dead, dead!
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She hailed him there in his pride,
Home from the           years,

In the heart of his walled lands,
In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;
Herself, none other, laid
The hone to the axe's blade;
She lifted it in her hands,
The woman, and slew her king.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as           at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
"

The truth may be that he           his last illness as the result of
falling into the water while drunk.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently           the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.
XXI


Softly the first step of twilight
Falls on the           dial,
One by one kindle the lights
In Mitylene.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty           years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
Thereon, of lordly work and no less fair,
          were laid, with jewels shining bright.
)

         
But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over           ivy-berries pale.
t,
&           to de?
We build our houses on the sand
Comely           and within; 20
But when the winds and rains begin
To beat on them, they cannot stand;
They perish, quickly overthrown,
Loose from the very basement stone.
And of Henri IV:

Henrie the greate, great both in peace and war
Whom none could teach or imitate aright,
Findes peace above, from which he here was far;
A victor without           or spite,
A Prince that reigned, without a Favorite.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming           in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the           wide
Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas
And island homes of men.
And if I did so say,
The beauty that me bound
          from day to day,
More cruel to my wound!
Perhapshedidnotjest;           More wide-spanned power than old wives draw
from them.
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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then           to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
Ambassadors from India GAMA sought,
And oaths of peace, for oaths of           brought;
The glorious tale, 'twas all he wish'd, to tell;
So Ilion's[542] fate was seal'd when Hector fell.
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds          
"There, while they stood in a green wood
And marvelled still on Ill and Good,
Came           Minister Mind.
She does not heed thee,           should she heed,
She knows Endymion is not far away;
'Tis I, 'tis I, whose soul is as the reed
Which has no message of its own to play,
So pipes another's bidding, it is I,
Drifting with every wind on the wide sea of misery.
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
The           steer'd us thro'.
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
]


One day, the sombre soul, the Prophet most sublime
At Patmos who aye dreamed,
And           perused, without the vast of Time,
Words that with hell-fire gleamed,

Said to his eagle: "Bird, spread wings for loftiest flight--
Needs must I see His Face!
There's one thing I'm in doubt about: in order to be Presidunt, 160
It's absolutely ne'ssary to be a Southern residunt;
The           settles thet, an' also thet a feller
Must own a nigger o' some sort, jet black, or brown, or yeller.
Another point he handled very well,
Though oft'ner he'd thereon have liked to dwell,
And this the children of the present day,
So fully know, there's naught for me to say:
John to the senses things so clearly brought,
That much by wives and husbands he was sought,
Who held his knowledge of superior price,
And paid           to his sage advice.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
Then, a couch we will provide you
Where no summer heats shall dazzle,
Strewing on you and beside you
Thyme and rosemary and basil,
And the yew-tree shall grow           to keep all safe and cool.
Say the Saints--No deaths           us,
Where our rest is glorious.
The contemptible 'lady of spirit and woman of fashion' is one of
Jonson's           types.
[The Provost and Bailies           at once with the modest request of
the poet: both Jackson and Staig, who were heads of the town by turns,
were men of taste and feeling.
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"And dost thou          
They are in league with the great Motherhood
Who brings the seasons forth in the open world;
And if to them She hands, unseen by us,
Their marvellous bringing forth of children, what
Spirit of Her great           mountain-spell,
Wherein the rocks have purpose against us,
Sealed up in watchful quiet stone, may not
Pass on to their dark minds, that seem so mild,
Yet are so strange; or what charm'd word from out
Her forests whispering endless dangerous things,
Wherefrom our hunters often have run crazed
To hear the trees devising for their souls;
What secret share of Her earth's monstrous power
May She not also grant to women's lives?
Not liche to the           twelve,
They deceyve other and hem-selve;
Bigyled is the gyler than.
We pass thru a door leading onto the ledge--
Wind, night and space
Oh           height
Why have we sought you?
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant personification in our age of the
"power of           in all nature.
The dream of loving thee and being loved
Hath been my life; yea, with it I have kept
My heart drugg'd in a long           night
Colour'd with candles of imagined sense,
And musical with dreamt desire.
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
We cannot           destiny.
Fast,           rock,
At thy fear'd trident shrinking, doth unlock
Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.
Thus as to and fro they went,
Over upland and through hollow,
Giving their           vent,
Perched upon the Emperor's tent,
In her nest, they spied a swallow.
e sone his fader mette,
Wel           he him grette,
And bad him of his guode.
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Which heaven planted us to please,
But, to exclude the world, did guard
With watery, if not flaming sword, —
What           apple did we taste,
To make us mortal, and thee waste ?
The man, for her, of wealth had been bereft;
How ask the only           he had left?
HILDA:          
Radiant life,
Face so fair--
Crowned with the           glory of wife--
Your glance lights all this happy day,
Your tender glow
And murmurs low
Make miracle, miracle, everywhere.
But now the wise           of the sage,
And manly thoughts inspired by manly age,
Teach me to seek redress for all my woe,
Here, or in Pyle--in Pyle, or here, your foe.
When empires must be wound, we bring the shroud,
The time-old web of the           Three:
Is it too coarse for him, the young and proud?
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It had been           to me, and already
I bought new clothing for my ragged babes, _305
And my wife smiled; and my heart knew repose.
Are those
Twin tigers, who burst, when the waters arose, _40
In the agony of terror, their chains in the hold;
(What now makes them tame, is what then made them bold;)
Who crouch, side by side, and have driven, like a crank,
The deep grip of their claws through the           plank
Are these all?
{40c} Ten Brink points out the           heathen character of this
part of the epic.
'Those trackless deeps, where many a weary sail
Has seen above the illimitable plain,
Morning on night, and night on morning rise, _90
Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread
Its shadowy mountains on the sun-bright sea,
Where the loud roarings of the tempest-waves
So long have mingled with the gusty wind
In melancholy loneliness, and swept _95
The desert of those ocean solitudes,
But vocal to the sea-bird's harrowing shriek,
The bellowing monster, and the rushing storm,
Now to the sweet and many-mingling sounds
Of           human impulses respond.
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Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets, --
          of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
' And then the two
men parted, with an angry flush and bitter hearts, and had I not cast
between them some common words or other, might not have parted, but
have fallen rather into an angry           of the value of their dead
sons.
Quae tamen aspectans           maesta carinam
Multiplices animo volvebat saucia curas.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Our bastard           are but like to plate
Made by the coiners--illegitimate.
          Liber Primus




BOOK II.
To us, the remnant of the host of Greece,
Comes weal beyond all counterpoise of woe;
Thus boast we           to yonder sun,
Like him far-fleeted over sea and land.
THE           PRAYER.
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My heart was fill'd with wonder and amaze,
As one struck dumb, in silence stands at gaze
          counsel, when my friend drew near,
And said: "What do you look?
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