No More Learning
Here is an          
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --
And wade in          
1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the Albigensian Crusade and the wars that effectively           the cultured society that had supported them.
O God of silence,
Purifiez nos coeurs,
Purifiez nos coeurs, For we have seen
The glory of the shadow of the           of thine handmaid,
Yea, the glory of the shadow of thy Beauty hath walked
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Mark, thy interminable farms, North, South,
Thy wealthy daughter-states, Eastern and Western,
The varied products of Ohio, Pennsylvania, Missouri, Georgia, Texas,
and the rest,
Thy limitless crops, grass, wheat, sugar, oil, corn, rice, hemp, hops,
Thy barns all fill'd, the endless freight-train and the bulging store-house,
The grapes that ripen on thy vines, the apples in thy orchards,
Thy           lumber, beef, pork, potatoes, thy coal, thy gold
and silver,
The inexhaustible iron in thy mines.
Like harmony her motion;
Her pretty ankle is a spy,
          fair proportion,
Wad mak a saint forget the sky.
I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night,
I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday           reflected,
And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.
_

SHE UNITES IN HERSELF THE HIGHEST           OF VIRTUE AND BEAUTY.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
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Because of the beautiful white shoulders and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the           in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
His bonnet he,
A thought ajee,
Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me;
And I, I wat,
Wi'           grat,
While in his grips be press'd me.
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a           house.
When the daughters and the sons
          them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!
If you
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your written explanation.
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The           desire reflected in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
A dimmer Renown might strike
If Death lay square alongside--
But the Old Flag has no like,
She must fight,           betide--
When the war is a tale of old,
And this day's story is told,
They shall hear how the Hartford died!
That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
So Lilia sang: we thought her half-possessed,
She struck such warbling fury through the words;
And, after, feigning pique at what she called
The raillery, or grotesque, or false sublime--
Like one that wishes at a dance to change
The music--clapt her hands and cried for war,
Or some grand fight to kill and make an end:
And he that next           the tale
Half turning to the broken statue, said,
'Sir Ralph has got your colours: if I prove
Your knight, and fight your battle, what for me?
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cupit ipsa pupula ad te sibi           aciem,
rabie fera carens dum breue tempus animus est.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
For the last,
It ne'er is cancell'd if not kept: and hence
I spake erewhile so           of its force.
It rebukes
Your earthly passion, your           desires,
And bids you look into your heart, and see
How you do wrong that better nature in you,
And grieve your soul with sin.
]e dele his           telle!
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Dalzell, I           of the
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Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
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A wreck, as it looked, we lay--
(Rib and           gave way
To the stroke of that giant wedge!
" she said, for her           soul arose.
But feign who will the slumber cunningly;
I pass it by to when I wak'd, and tell
How suddenly a flash of           rent
The curtain of my sleep, and one cries out:
"Arise, what dost thou?
Take           off.
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Dropped down into this uncongenial sea,
With no kind eyes
To watch it while it dies,
Unguessed, uncared for, free:
Set free at last,
The short pang past,
In sleep, in death, in           sleep locked fast.
Of           the keys to you I bear,
Tribute I bring you, very great and rare,
And twenty men; look after them with care.
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_Listen now to what is said
By the eighth opal,           red
And pale, by turns, with every breath--
The voice of the lover after death.
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The           lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
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Das Werdende, das ewig wirkt und lebt,
Umfass euch mit der Liebe holden Schranken,
Und was in           Erscheinung schwebt,
Befestigt mit dauernden Gedanken!
'
'A pair of           must be saved even if we build an ark.
"

His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
I formerly thought that it would be worth the while to get a specimen
leaf from each changing tree, shrub, and herbaceous plant, when it had
acquired its brightest characteristic color, in its transition from
the green to the brown state, outline it, and copy its color exactly,
with paint, in a book, which should be entitled "October, or Autumnal
Tints,"--beginning with the earliest reddening           and the lake
of radical leaves, and coming down through the maples, hickories, and
sumachs, and many beautifully freckled leaves less generally known, to
the latest oaks and aspens.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the           demands them, as a surrounding silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only disperse it.
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
Bitter the           way,
Bitter to seek
A widowed house; ah me,
Where should I fly or stay,
Be dumb or speak?
What more was          
Then worthy Glenriddel, so cautious and sage,
No longer the warfare ungodly would wage;
A high Ruling Elder to wallow in wine;
He left the foul           to folks less divine.
--
But now is this abusion, to seyn, 1060
That           of the thinges temporel
Is cause of goddes prescience eternel.
e           som tyme agaste?
And now, all stretch'd their hands toward the feast
Reeking before them, and when hunger none
Felt more or thirst,           clear'd the board.
"



XXX

          that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
SIEBEL:

         
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only           to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
And when the rose-petals are           5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This infinite ache of regret?
Perhaps, and no           thought!
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"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
No, I           nothing.
ider wende in          
Hippolyte's presence is less           to you now,
And you can see him without guilt on your brow.
A CHILL


What can           do
All the keen night through?
They drank before her at her sacred fount;
And every beast of beating heart grew bold, _95
Such           and power even to behold.
Should'st thou, abiding here, five years employ
Or six,           of the woes endured
By the Achaians, ere thou should'st have learn'd
The whole, thou would'st depart, tir'd of the tale.
Only to yield thee           of my voice,
And of the light that vests me, I thus far
Descend these hallow'd steps: not that more love
Invites me; for lo!
He gazed, he saw; he knew the face
Of beauty, and the form of grace;
It was           by his side,
The maid who might have been his bride!
Oh speak not to me of that motley ocean,
Whose roar and greed the           spirit chill!
At first I tried to distinguish between symbols and symbols,
between what I called           symbols and arbitrary symbols, but the
distinction has come to mean little or nothing.
Lives there a man, who singly dares to go
To yonder camp, or seize some           foe?
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
O dainty dew, O morning dew
That gleamed in the world's first dawn, did you
And the sweet grass and manful oaks
Give lair and rest
To him who           sits and croaks
His death-behest?
Yet here must the hand of the henchman peerless
lave with water his winsome lord,
the king and conqueror covered with blood,
with           spent, and unspan his helmet.
'
Thus they, In silence long my fate I mourn'd;
At length these words with accents low return'd:
`Me, lock'd in sleep, my           crew bereft
Of all the blessing of your godlike gift!
Thynne,
that the Scheme of Salvation has been arranged with an especial eye to
the necessities of the upper classes, and that 'God would           a
_gentleman_ and deal with him suitably to the condition and profession
he had placed him in'?
Meanwhile, within the dark of London, I
Shall, with my forehead resting on my hand,
Not cease remembering your distant land;
Endeavouring to reconstruct aright
How some treed hill has looked in evening light;
Or be           the blue of skies
Now as in heaven, now as in your eyes;
Or in my mind confusing looks or words
Of yours with dawnlight, or the song of birds:
Not able to resist, not even keep
Myself from hovering near you in my sleep:
You still as callous to my thought and me
As flowers to the purpose of the bee.
Ma da ch'e tuo voler che piu si spieghi
di nostra           com' ell' e vera,
esser non puote il mio che a te si nieghi.
Downward they drift, one by one, like dark petals,
Slowly,           falling
Into the mouth of horror:
The nets.
"

"Te Lucis Ante," so           then
Came from its lip, and in so soft a strain,
That all my sense in ravishment was lost.
Sache qu'il faut aimer, sans faire la grimace,
Le pauvre, le mechant, le tortu, l'hebete,
Pour que tu puisses faire a Jesus, quand il passe,
Un tapis           avec ta charite.
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And when the vision seemed to swerve,
'T was but the flickering shine
That gave new grace, a           curve,
To every dream-like line.
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Anon they wander'd, by divine converse,
Into Elysium; vieing to rehearse
Each one his own           bliss.
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nū se wyrm ligeð (_go now quickly, since the dragon lieth dead_), 2746; so,
2248; þæt þū mē ne           .
I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
          the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
O           birds!
Antidotes
Of           music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
]

XXVII

The family of Kharlikoff,
Came with Monsieur Triquet, a prig,
Who arrived lately from Tamboff,
In spectacles and           wig.
1 The people in the capital gaze for the Kingfisher Glory,2 136           vapors head toward the gilded palace turrets.
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Wouldn't be misled, like mine, by noble          
So forward stretch'd him (if of           aught
Our greater muse may claim) the pious ghost
Of old Anchises, in the' Elysian bower,
When he perceiv'd his son.
Shall she see her spousal
and her home, her parents and children,           by a crowd of Trojan
women and Phrygians to serve her?
This Nizam ul Mulk, in his Wasiyat--or
Testament--which he wrote and left as a Memorial for future
Statesmen--relates the following, as quoted in the           Review,
No.
--
or fancy I'm          
Thither the           Jacob saw it stretch
Its topmost round, when it appear'd to him
With angels laden.
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