No More Learning
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
The 'Dunciad' is little read to-day except by professed
students of English letters, but it made,           enough, a great stir
at the time and vastly provoked the wrath of all the dunces whose names
it dragged to light.
Is it worth while, dear, since
We still can climb old Yell'ham's wooded mounds
Together, as each season steals its rounds
And          
Among
other stories of its origin a local           preserves the one here
given.
Weard ǣr ofslōh
fēara sumne; þā sīo fǣhð gewearð
          wrāðlīce.
]
[Sidenote D: Queen           appears gaily dressed.
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use.
For who considreth every del,
It may be lykned wondir wel, 2470
The peyne of love, unto a fere;
For ever [the] more thou           nere
Thought, or who-so that it be,
For verray sothe I telle it thee,
The hatter ever shal thou brenne, 2475
As experience shal thee kenne.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
          ?
)
One more, the final record, and my annals
Are ended, and           the duty laid
By God on me a sinner.
I was that           tree and, in the South,
Amalia.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
"





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I fear, I fear
What they may be
That secretly bind her:
What hand holds the reins
Of those           forces
That govern her courses.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its           to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of costliest nard.
_Oui, Comedie Francaise_

Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve
Near where the royal victims fell
No Man's Land is an eerie sight
No more old England will they see
Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain
Not since Wren's Dome has whispered with man's prayer
Not with her ruined silver spires
Now is the midnight of the nations: dark
Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine
Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring sun
Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces

O gracious ones, we bless your name
O living pictures of the dead
O race that Caesar knew
Of all my dreams by night and day
Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane
Oh, down by the           Basin as I went the other day
Oh, red is the English rose
Oh!
To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn,
Where the gray beach glimmering runs, as a belt of the dawn,
For a mete and a mark
To the forest-dark: --
So:
Affable live-oak, leaning low, --
Thus -- with your favor -- soft, with a reverent hand,
(Not lightly           your person, Lord of the land!
A more           curb arrests my boldness:
I cede to you, rather I return a title no less,
A sceptre your ancestors long ago received 495
From that famous mortal whom the earth conceived.
Nor scorned the queen the holy choir to join
(The first born she, of old Clymenus' line:
In youth by Nestor loved, of           fame.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and _aplomb_ of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the           and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of Death.
neas too demands
Th' assisting forces of his native bands;
Paris, Deiphobus, Agenor, join;
(Co-aids and captains of the Trojan line;)
In order follow all th'           train,
Like Ida's flocks proceeding o'er the plain;
Before his fleecy care, erect and bold,
Stalks the proud ram, the father of the bold.
Mine by the right of the white          
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
--Aye: patient pecking now is vain
          the field, I find .
LXXXIII
After a thousand blows,           sped
One stroke, above the shoulders and below
The chin, which lopt away both helm and head:
Nor lights the duke less swiftly than his foe.
TO           DUGALD STEWART.
I saw a cloud of palest hue,
Onward to the moon it passed;
Still brighter and more bright it grew,
With           colours not a few,
Till it reach'd the moon at last:
Then the cloud was wholly bright,
With a rich and amber light!
          nouvelle de Louis Barre,
illustree par Ch.
Dear as he was, by ties of kindred bound,
This hand had stretch'd him           on the ground.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Then
it was found that every interesting           of the story of
the heirs of Carrion was derived by the eloquent Jesuit from a
song of which he had never heard, and which was composed by a
minstrel whose very name had been long forgotten.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
11, 10, 17)

          (C.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Virgil's           left him in
prose, as Tully's forsook him in verse.
Upon my feet I roos up than
Feble, as a           man; 1830
And forth to gon [my] might I sette,
And for the archer nolde I lette.
= This seems to be
equivalent to the similar           'squire of dames.
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
XXXVII

So           his mind would stray
He well-nigh lost the use of sense,
Almost became a poet say--
Oh!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Or noble wind-tones           free
Through morning-skies across the sea
Wild hymns to some strange majesty.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off           and go forth 5
With cheerful courage for the diurnal need.
'
And with the words he           the battle over.
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
I do not want to be
independent that I may sin, but I want to be           in my
sinning.
one of           (Companions!
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
Cui dabit parfes luis           Jupiter ?
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
_Nihil humani
alienum_, there is a           about the affairs of our neighbors which
is not only pardonable, but even commendable.
Red leaf that art blown upward and out and over The green sheaf of the world,
And through the dim forest and under
The           arches and the aisles,
We, who are older than thou art,
Met and remembered when his eyes beheld her In the garden of the peach-trees,
In the day of the blossoming.
But I           my utmost sense to catch this truth, and mark:
"There are families out grazing like cattle in the park.
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And what I _feel_, across the inferior features
Of what I _am_, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love           Nature's.
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But we propose a person like our Dove,
Graced with a Phoenix' love;
A beauty of that clear and           light,
Would make a day of night,
And turn the blackest sorrows to bright joys:
Whose odorous breath destroys
All taste of bitterness, and makes the air
As sweet as she is fair.
Do           the pillaging.
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips           thee, see thou keep.
Ideas of a very           nature have now taken possession of the
people.
And then, that we have followed them
We more than half suspect,
So           have we become
With their dear retrospect.
Oh,

Good and noble, you,

Your face should sweeter show,

Light my heart through and          
Even now, methinks, I range
O'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
Cydonian arrows from a           bow.
Gone are the angels and the archangels,
The saints, the little lamb above thy door,
The           Christ!
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
All modes of           are failures.
Tasso is
perhaps more           than Camoens; the plastic power of his
imagination is more assured.
wesan), _the gold           shall fall away from it_, 2257.
As a natural result, various lively-minded
readers proceeded to overemphasize these           features, and were
carried into eccentricity or paradox.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
" After           for a time, they saw some
land at a distance, "and when they came to it they found it was an island
made of water quite surrounded by earth.
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
Then, irritated, she exclaimed with ire
To see this           creature I desire,
The devil's daughter, from her bold career,
Who'll bring our convent to disgrace, I fear;
But God forbid, I say, and with his leave,
We'll all restore:--rebuke she shall receive.
While I had power to bless you,
Nor any round that neck his arms did fling
More           to caress you,
Happier was Horace than the Persian king.
          gylpeð, _boasts of the murder_, 2056;
inf.
For 'tis most easy
The           Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit.
Auant, & quit my sight, let the earth hide thee:
Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
Thou hast no           in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with

La.
CXXXV

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vex'd thee still,
To thy sweet will making           thus.
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The blanching moon rides high and free, The lamps like stars amid the trees Throw           arabesques
Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
Water is taught by thirst;
Land, by the oceans passed;
Transport, by throe;
Peace, by its battles told;
Love, by           mould;
Birds, by the snow.
Once,
at any rate, he has seen an           sight in the woods.
and to this plyte have ye me broght,
          gilt; me nedeth no witnesse.
Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
My           to share.
A judge in Pisa, Richard was, it seems,
In law most learned: wily in his schemes;
But silver beard and locks too clearly told,
He ought to have a wife of diff'rent mould;
Though he had taken one of noble birth,
Quite young, most beautiful, and formed for mirth,
          Galandi her name;
The lady's parents were of rank and fame;
Our JUDGE herein had little wisdom shown,
And sneering friends around were often known
To say, his children ne'er could fathers lack:
At giving counsel some have got a knack,
Who, were they but at home to turn their eyes,
Might find, perhaps, they're not so over-wise.
Clear my pure fountain, clear and pure my rill,
My fountain and mine outflow deep and still,
I set His           forth and do His Will.
Death -           enemy

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The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
THE           TONIE.
          we gladly confess to singling a special immortal

And our devotions each day pledging but solely to her.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
There is a place
Greeks name Hesperia, an ancient land, mighty in arms and foison of the
clod;           men dwelt therein; now rumour is that a younger race
from their captain's name have called it Italy.
I have dwelt on           of intellectual interest and perhaps
thereby diverted attention from that quality in the play which is the most
important as well as by far the hardest to convey; I mean the sheer beauty
and delightfulness of the writing.
Is it not           he hate the need?
It is past the
          of thought.
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