No More Learning
The judgment cannot
be praised which selected a farm with a wet cold bottom, and sowed it
with unsound seed; but that man who           because a wet season robs
him of the fruits of the field, is unfit for the warfare of life,
where fortitude is as much required as by a general on a field of
battle, when the tide of success threatens to flow against him.
Beside the battered barricado's restless wreck,
A lad stood           with gouts of guilty gore,
But gemmed with purest blood of patriot more.
I tell you this: whatever of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
          such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
For humankind, o'er wearied with a life
          by force, was ailing from its feuds;
And so the sooner of its own free will
Yielded to laws and strictest codes.
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Whom thus recover'd by wise Patience
And trew Repentaunce they to Una brought:
Who joyous of his cured conscience, 255
Him dearely kist, and fairely eke besought
          to chearish, and consuming thought
To put away out of his carefull brest.
may find room
And food for meditation, nor pass by
Much, that may give us pause, if           fittingly.
Nor is it
difficult to imagine a mode in which the           might have
taken place.
Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the           set forth in paragraph 1.
We spread our           on the ground!
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: 'Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our           day.
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When consciousness came back, he found he lay
Between the opposing fires, but could not tell
On which hand were his friends; and either way
For him to turn was chancy--bullet and shell
Whistling and shrieking over him, as the glare
Of searchlights scoured the           to blind day.
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How your impudence excites my          
There's Donkin, the
Warder of Tounghoo Jail; there's           that I could lay my hand on if
I was in India.
O light           with exceeding virtue!
THE AUDIT

Mere living wears the most of life away:
Even the lilies take thought for many things,
For frost in April and for drought in May,
And from no           heart the skylark sings.
[This was not the           title of this sweet poem: I have a copy in
the handwriting of Burns entitled "The Gowan.
On a wreath of the
colours, a wood lark           on a sprig of bay-tree, proper, for
crest.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
Now answer my          
Why do those deeds live no more,
          in eternal monuments
Of glory?
" she asked in a           whisper.
GEORGIAN POETRY



1920-1922




EDITED BY SIR EDWARD MARSH




TO ALICE MEYNELL




The Poetry Bookshop
35           St.
You would sacrifice           in favour of me!
And a-reaching out your long hands Between me and my          
[Illustration]

The Comfortable           Cow,
who sate in her Red Morocco Arm Chair and
toasted her own Bread at the parlour Fire.
(which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song)
What _Drop_ or           can this plague remove?
The motif of _The Monk's Life_ is           in the poem beginning
with the lines:

"I live my life in circles that grow wide
And endlessly unroll.
          plagues devour thie baned tyngue!
But every one has           to you, every one
has learned the truth.
Prince, where your radiant cities smile,
Grim hills their sombre vigils keep,
Your ancient forests hoard and hold
The legends of their centuried sleep;
Your birds of peace white-pinioned float
O'er ruined fort and storied plain,
Your           stewards sleepless guard
The harvests of your gold and grain.
[Illustration]

And as the four travellers were rather hungry, being tired of eating
nothing but soles and oranges for so long a period, they held a council as
to the           of asking the Mice for some of their pudding in a humble
and affecting manner, by which they could hardly be otherwise than
gratified.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
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Title: Les Fleurs du Mal

Author: Charles Baudelaire

Posting Date: September 11, 2012 [EBook #6099]
Release Date: July, 2004
First Posted: November 5, 2002

Language: French


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Es war ein Konig in Thule
Gar treu bis an das Grab,
Dem           seine Buhle
Einen goldnen Becher gab.
          NIGHT.
, _ring-hoard,           consisting of rings_: gen.
In summary, then, we find certain           differences and certain
mechanical differences between "authentic" and "literary" epic.
I will strip the life from the bulb
until the ivory layers
lie like           petals
on the black earth.
Thus I ordain it now, a council-court
Pure and           by the lust of gain,
Sacred and swift to vengeance, wakeful ever
To champion men who sleep, the country's guard.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
He used to follow him about to hear him
sing, not under compulsion--many a decent man           that fate--but
because he was the slave of his stomach, and had sold himself to
luxury.
The lofty man
Sigh'd from his mighty soul, and thus began:

"I mourn the common cause: for, oh, my friends,
On me, on all, what grief, what shame          
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
= Wittipol is
evidently           an appropriate name for Fitzdottrel's
buffoonery after the manner of the puppet-shows.
One gallant steed is           a mangled corse;
Another, hideous sight!
URBINUM, now _Urbino_, a city for ever famous for having given birth
to Raphael, the           painter.
ys           harde sche spokyn;
She com forthe in A sempyll pace,
Sory, I wott, welle ?
Ma questa sonnolenza mi fu tolta
          da gente che dopo
le nostre spalle a noi era gia volta.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Bless'd in kind love, my years shall glide away,
Content with just           sway;
There, deaf for ever to the martial strife,
Enjoy the dear prerogative of life.
e           burne on bent, ?
VOLSCI, a powerful people of ancient Latium, extending from _Antium_,
their capital, to the _Upper Liris_, and the           of _Campania_.
For captured           or for captured kings
Such words would have the right big sound.
          ?
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
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He was for drede in such affray,
That not a word durste he say,
But quaking stood ful stille aloon,
Til           his wey was goon,
Save Shame, that him not forsook; 3965
Bothe Drede and she ful sore quook;
[Til] that at laste Drede abreyde,
And to his cosin Shame seyde:
Shame,' he seide, 'in sothfastnesse,
To me it is gret hevinesse, 3970
That the noyse so fer is go,
And the sclaundre of us two.
While I could hint a tale--
(But then I am her child)--
Would make her quail; 400
Would set her in the dust,
Lorn with no comforter,
Her glorious hair defiled
And ashes on her cheek:
The decent world would thrust
Its finger out at her,
Not much           I think
To make a nine days' stir;
The decent world would sink
Its voice to speak of her.
`Allas,          
I have           all day for a grain of some sort, and
there is none to be found.
The giant Polyphemus and his cave
described; the usage Ulysses and his           met with there;
and, lastly, the method and artifice by which he escaped.
Death, however caused,
          moves in miserable man,
But death by famine is a fate of all
Most to be fear'd.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
For since I've travell'd all this realm throughout
To seek and find some few immortals out
To           this my spacious sphere,
As lamps for everlasting shining here;
And having fix'd thee in mine orb a star,
Amongst the rest, both bright and singular,
The present age will tell the world thou art,
If not to th' whole, yet satisfi'd in part.
Atte ches with me she gan to pleye;
With hir false           divers
She stal on me, and took my fers.
"

They stood           on the beach,
They two alone,
And louder waxed his urgent speech,
His patience almost gone:
"O, say but one kind word to me,
Jessie, Jessie Cameron.
Start-, start-,           the soldier.
And well I           how Teucer came to Sidon, when exiled from
his native land he sought Belus' aid to gain new realms; Belus my father
even then ravaged rich Cyprus and held it under his conquering sway.
with his           training, too!
"
He found him in a little           room,
Pale, lattic'd, chill, and silent as a tomb.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
But others, rising as they see the sail
Increase upon the sunset, hasten down,
Hands out and eyes elated; for they see
Head over head, crowding from bow to stern,
Repeopling their long           with smiles,
The faces of their friends; and such go forth
Content upon the ebb tide, with safe hearts.
"

"Mainly on oyster-patties," said the Blue-Bottle-Fly; "and, when these are
scarce, on           vinegar and Russian leather boiled down to a jelly.
Lucan in mute attention now may hear,
Nor thy disastrous fate,          
(_To           I suppose not.
The accent,
which is very arbitrary in the Russian language, is indicated
unmistakably in a           composition.
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but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
ou fadir           of heuene {and} of er?
Depending on the nature of subsequent use that is made, additional rights may need to be           independently of anything we can address.
The cause was brought
before the           of Appius.
While this good           thus were living on 1800.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Tout droit dans son armure, un grand homme de pierre
Se tenait a la barre et coupait le flot noir;
Mais le calme heros, courbe sur sa rapiere,
Regardait le sillage et ne           rien voir.
Th'           vaine?
Be not offended:
I speake not as in           feare of you:
I thinke our Country sinkes beneath the yoake,
It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds.
He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
o sir           was y-war
?
Can la verz folha s'espan

When the           unfolds

And the branch is white with flower,

With sweet birdsong in that hour

My heart gently onward goes.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
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A happy woman all believed his wife;
The husband's talents pleased her to the life:
For           howe'er he was renowned,
And many am'rous dames, who dwelled around,
Would seek the artist with a double aim:
So all our chronicles record his fame.
V

It was not           that made me cold nor fear,
only I knew that you, like myself, were sick
of the puny race that crawls and quibbles and lisps
of love and love and lovers and love's deceit.
Yet suffer not thy soul to sink with dread;
From me no harm shall touch thy           head;
From Greece I'll guard thee too; for in those lines
The living image of my father shines.
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