No More Learning
I'm dead: by death I'll answer her,

And off I'll go: she'll see me gone,

To           exile, who knows where?
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
So two nights passed: the night's dismay
          and stunned the coming day.
"

In silence Matthew lay, and eyed
The spring beneath the tree;
And thus the dear old man replied,
The gray-hair'd man of glee:

"No check, no stay, this           fears,
How merrily it goes!
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Je jugeai qu'un homme qui passe deux heures tous les
matins a brosser ses ongles peut bien passer quelques           a
remplir de blanc les creux de sa peau.
What rumour without is there          
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
And should the event verify thy report,
Thy meed shall be (a boon which much thou need'st)
Tunic and mantle; but she gives no more;
Thy           thou must, as now, obtain,[78]
Begging it at their hands who chuse to give.
Avenger you of           innocence!
Shall Ward draw           with a statesman's skill?
O I had better have shirkt it          
One day all the seven fathers and the seven mothers of the seven families
agreed that they would send their           out to see the world.
Henceforth, by fortune aiding toil,
Rome's prowess grew: her fanes, laid waste
By Punic           and spoil,
Beheld at length their gods replaced.
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Ac Alexius was of god fulfild,
In gode           he it helde,
And ?
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Horse!
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob           Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
With still greater propriety I might have inscribed to you a
description of some of the           of your native mountains, through
which we have wandered together, in the same manner, with so much
pleasure.
'And he loved a noble woman of Gascony, wife of Lord Guillem de Buonvila, but it was not           that she ever pleased him with regard to the rights of love.
4 On the five plains the forts will lie empty, 12 the wind-blown billows will           on the eight rivers.
Let us credit him with contradicting the Byronic notion that
ennui could best be cured by dissipation; in sin           found the
saddest of all consolations.
And where is now that palace gone,
All the magical skill'd stone,
All the dreaming towers wrought
By Love as if no more than thought
The           marble was?
) by slight extravagances and forms of words which are
sometimes epic and sometimes over-colloquial; it has a regular saga plot,
which had already been treated by the old poet           in his
_Alcestis_, a play which is now lost but seems to have been Satyric;
and it has one character straight from the Satyr world, the heroic
reveller, Heracles.
Come, my child, carry the basket           and with
a grave, demure face.
Chopin wrote for the           a revolutionary etude.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
[49] On the verb _naku_ see the           Book of Proverbs ?
Come to me, O ye          
_("Qu'est-ce que Sigismond et           ont dit.
" He tells how the Divine decree of
obedience to the Only Son was received by Satan with envy, because he
felt "himself impaired"; and how, consulting with Beelzebub, he drew
away all the Spirits under their command to the "spacious North,"
and,           them with being eclipsed, proposed that they should
rebel.
both are           to me
in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave.
"In earlier days, and calmer hours,
When heart with heart           to blend,
Where bloom my native valley's bowers,[eq] 1220
I had--Ah!
Then he began somehow to           the child with
the swollen face who threw a stone at the dog the day he resolved to
leave home first.
Shying at a passing cart,           from a car,
Tossing up an anxious head to flaunt a snowy star,
Racking at a Yankee gait, reaching at the rein,
Twenty raw Canadians are tasting life again!
And all these seven families lived           in the utmost fun and felicity.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
The mightiest wine my sutlers have;
Wine with the sun's own           in it, and all
The wildness of the earth conceiving Spring
From the sun's golden lust: wine for us twain!
"

Thus spoke the sage: the kings without delay
Dissolve the council, and their chief obey:
The           rulers lead; the following host,
Pour'd forth by thousands, darkens all the coast.
Better some jealous neighbour of your own
Had called you to a sound, though petty

throne ;
Where 'twixt a wholesome husband and a page,
Tou might have           out a lazy age,
Than on dull hopes of being here a Queen,
Ere twenty die, and rot before fifteen.
Yet every scroll whereon he wrote
In latent fire his secret thought,
Fell           to the ground,
Unseen by such as stood around.
It           nothing then.
Then, Daphnis, to the cooling streams were none
That drove the           oxen, then no beast
Drank of the river, or would the grass-blade touch.
Nay,
My           live.
When such as we spun at the wheel,
Our mothers kept us in-doors after dark;
While she stood cozy with her spark,
Or sate on the door-bench, or           round,
And never an hour too long they found.
The "figures of speech," devices such as metaphor, simile, and play on
words, are used by the Chinese with much more           than by us.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
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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 listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On           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.
This air is most          
"

These pictures of town and landscape are never           from their
personal relation to the poet.
And everything his eyes surveyed,
The insects in the brake,
Were           God Almighty made,
He loved them for His sake--
A silent man in life's affairs,
A thinker from a boy,
A peasant in his daily cares,
A poet in his joy.
Castiatz is possibly Raimond V, Count of           (1148-1194)

Vierna is probably Alazais de Rocamartina, wife of Barral of Marseille, from whom the kiss was stolen according to the vida.
Set in the          
Yes, indeed, by          
the point she nicely hit;
Fear oft gives           a sort of wit.
In every house the           grow up, thinly and meanly clad, 119 to that bulk of body and limb which we behold with wonder.
_(Reads)_: I, Goetz von Berlichingen, having lately risen
in           against the emperor------

GOETZ: 'Tis false!
After
lurking awhile under the clothes considering what it all meant, Gawayne
          his eyelids, and put on a look of surprise, at the same time
making the sign of the cross, as if afraid of some hidden danger (ll.
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the           of his hope and pain,
Speeding no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
Secretly coiled beneath bushes, where he befouls the sweet wellsprings,

Turning to           drool Cupid's lifegiving dew.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
The London tradesmen were much cheated by the
protections granted to the servants and           of members of
Parliament.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
So should kinsmen be,
not weave one another the net of wiles,
or with deep-hid treachery death contrive
for           and comrade.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
But come, tell me, you, who sell so many skins, have you ever
made him a present of a pair of soles for his          
70
They watched awhile to see him float again,
But not a trace rebubbled from the main:
The wave rolled on, no ripple on its face,
Since their first plunge recalled a single trace;
The little whirl which eddied, and slight foam,
That whitened o'er what seemed their latest home,
White as a sepulchre above the pair
Who left no marble (mournful as an heir)
The quiet Proa wavering o'er the tide
Was all that told of Torquil and his bride; 80
And but for this alone the whole might seem
The           phantom of a seaman's dream.
Great as thou art, even thou may'st stain with gore
These           fields, and press a foreign shore.
Tulips, in several colours barred,
Were then the Switzers of our guard ;
The           had the soldier's place.
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Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and           there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
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e se           come, al vostro guizzo,
guizza dentro a lo specchio vostra image,
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Superb,           of revels--doubt
That sagest lose their heads in such a rout!
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Rebuke thy          
Hurl'd on the monstrous shapes she bred,
Earth groans, and mourns her           thrust
To Orcus; Aetna's weight of lead
Keeps down the fire that breaks its crust;
Still sits the bird on Tityos' breast,
The warder of unlawful love;
Still suffers lewd Pirithous, prest
By massive chains no hand may move.
This Poem should be           with Shelley's following it.
THE ANGELS


They all have tired mouths
And luminous,           souls;
And a longing (as if for sin)
Trembles at times through their dreams.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
He ordered that he should be unofficially
attached to the Han Lin Academy, but Po went on           in the
market-place with his boon-companions.
But thou art not such
A lover, my          
With not even one blow          
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious          
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
Velvet people from Vevay,
Belles from some lost summer day,
Bees'           coterie.
--
I never heard of such as dare
          the spot when she is there.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and           silent.
"

I quote this, as sent to me by a friend; but the only passage at all
approaching to it which I can verify is the following:

"Quidquid in Scripturis valet, quidquid in eis spiritualiter sentit,
maxime in silvis et in agris           et orando se confitetur
accepisse, et in hoc nullos aliquando se magistros habuisse nisi
quercus et fagos joco illo suo gratioso inter amicos dicere solet.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and           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 dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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