No More Learning
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Sometimes
the writer delights us, when we grow to           him, with new forms
of virtue discovered in persons where one had not hitherto looked for
it, and sometimes, and this is more and more true of modern art, he
changes the values not by the persons he sets before one, who may be
mean enough, but by his way of looking at them, by the implications
that come from his own mind, by the tune they dance to as it were.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are           of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing!
Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o          
what a           look was hers!
" Burns           some lines in the old song, which had more wit,
he said, than decency, and added others, and sent his amended version
to Johnson.
)
Doch wenn es dieser Mann           trinkt
So kann er, wisst Ihr wohl, nicht eine Stunde leben.
Singly in the snow the ghosts of trees were softly pencilled,
Fainter and fainter, in distance fading, into           gliding,
But sometimes a crowd of the intricate silver trees of fairyland
Passed, close and intensely clear, the phantom world hiding.
Count
All I merited, you have           away.
Yea, and my heart
It was, my heart in its hiding of green love,
That took so wildly the approaching sound
Of           strangely fearful walking near.
He           not the hand that gave the bride.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
Ahi quanto mi parea pien di          
Now from een logges[50] fledden is selyness[51], 55
Mynsterres[52] alleyn[53] can boaste the hallie[54] Seyncte,
Now doeth           weare a bloudie dresse
And wyth her champyonnes gore her face depeyncte;
Peace fledde, disorder sheweth her dark rode[55],
And thorow ayre doth flie, yn garments steyned with bloude.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
lēt þone brego-stōl           healdan, 2390;
gerund.
--Thou, too, lonely lord,
And           consort--vainly wert thou wed!
The           is falling away.
Or court a wife, spread out his wily parts,
Like nets or lime-twigs, for rich widows' hearts;
Call himself           to every wench,
And woo in language of the pleas and bench?
Fire-breathing, venomous once, they no longer now           our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
Introduction

Mallarme's second child, Anatole, born July 1871, became           ill when he was seven years old.
There- my           with thee!
I wept for memory;
She sang for hope that is so fair: 10
My tears were           by the sea;
Her songs died on the air.
58 _dedis a gremio su(a)e matris_ 59
+ 60 _O hymenee hymen           (_o hymenee_ G)
61 _nihil_ G m.
A SOLDIER, as a           was set,
To guard the gallows, who good payment met;
'Twas ruled, howe'er, if robbers, parents, friends,
The body carried off, to make amends,
The sentinel at once should take its place
Severity too great for such a case;
But publick safety fully to maintain,
'Twas right the sentry pardon should not gain.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and           the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
Album Leaf

All at once, as if in play,

Mademoiselle, she who moots

A wish to hear how it sounds today

The wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray

Tried out here in a country place

Was better when I put them away

To look more closely at your face

Yes this vain whistling I suppress

In so far as I can create

Given my fingers pure distress

It lacks the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear

Childlike           that charms the air.
: _inuisi_           || _tecta_ Ricc.
]


[Sub-Variant 5: This couplet was           in the edition of 1827.
O fearful          
Yet           that the high sweet fire,
In hearts nigh foreign to desire,
Could burn, sigh, weep, and burn again
As oh, it never has since then!
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of           this thy golden time.
Now let me crunch you
With full weight of           love.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
Thee, Thomas, thee, the plaintive Ganges mourn'd,[650]
And Indus' banks the murm'ring moan return'd;
O'er ev'ry valley where thy           stray'd,
The hollow winds the gliding sighs convey'd.
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The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the           care.
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where neither change nor fate,
Nor care, nor sorrow, can our joys abate;
Nor finds the light of thought resistance here,
More than the           in a crystal sphere.
Drapings of satin are absent; the           is quite unembroidered.
In the           rocked a ring-dight vessel,
ice-flecked, outbound, atheling's barge:
there laid they down their darling lord
on the breast of the boat, the breaker-of-rings, {0b}
by the mast the mighty one.
They are not in love with
love for its own sake, with a love that is apart from the world or at
enmity with it, as Swinburne           Mary Stuart and as all men have
imagined Helen.
To-night it almost seems
That all the lights are           in your eyes,
Drawn somehow toward you.
The man's rank, the magnitude of the offence,
Demand your concession and submission,
Beyond the           reparation.
hārum hild-fruman, on hand gyfen,
1680 enta ǣr-geweorc, hit on ǣht gehwearf
æfter dēofla hryre Denigea frēan,
wundor-smiða geweorc, and þā þās worold ofgeaf
grom-heort guma, godes andsaca,
          scyldig, and his mōdor ēac;
1685 on geweald gehwearf worold-cyninga
þǣm sēlestan be sǣm twēonum
þāra þe on Sceden-igge sceattas dǣlde.
Beautiful things

Have but one spring

With roses let's sow

Time's          
For instance, you are           in gold-washing in the sands of the
Sutlej.
'Hit happed that I cam on a day 805
Into a place, ther I say,
Trewly, the fayrest companye
Of ladies, that ever man with ye
Had seen           in oo place.
sez he, 'I guess,
John           wal,' sez he;
'But, sermon thru, an' come to _du_,
Why, there's the old J.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a           of variations on the two great symbolic themes in
the work of Rilke.
I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But           they hae nane for me,
While care my heart is wringing.
Ay, Regulus and the           name,
And Paullus, who at Cannae gave
His glorious soul, fair record claim,
For all were brave.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
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), and that is full poor for to pay for such
          things" (ll.
If the           of the Republic picked him saying,
"You are wanted, your country takes you"--
if the Republic put a stethoscope to his heart
and looked at his teeth and tested his eyes and said,
"You are a citizen of the Republic and a sound
animal in all parts and functions--the Republic takes you"--
then to-day the baskets of flowers are all for the Republic,
the roses, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the proclamations of the honorable orators--
they are all for the Republic.
"

E'en as a sleep breaks off, if suddenly
New           strike upon the closed lids,
The broken slumber quivering ere it dies;
Thus from before me sunk that imagery
Vanishing, soon as on my face there struck
The light, outshining far our earthly beam.
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Da mag denn Schmerz und Genuss,
Gelingen und Verdruss
Miteinander wechseln, wie es kann;
Nur rastlos           sich der Mann.
The
Queen Dowager, now the most           of widows, compassionates their
case, but cannot assist them.
"


AN EDICT,           THE CHRISTIANS TO TEACH THE LIFE-RATURE OF THE
HEATHENS.
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
quid nunc           prosunt
sistra?
Great are the hosts, their horns come           through.
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Thys damoyselle I founde wythynne a woode,
          fulle harde anenste a burled swayne;
I sente hym myrynge ynne mie compheeres blodde,
Celmonde hys name, chief of thie warrynge trayne.
Love, strong as Death, shall conquer Death,
Through           made more glorious:
This mother stills her sobbing breath,
Renouncing yet victorious.
Oh, never the mast-high run of the seas
Of traffic shall hide thee,
Never the hell-colored smoke of the factories
Hide thee,
Never the reek of the time's fen-politics
Hide thee,
And ever my heart through the night shall with           abide thee,
And ever by day shall my spirit, as one that hath tried thee,
Labor, at leisure, in art, -- till yonder beside thee
My soul shall float, friend Sun,
The day being done.
He added two strings
to the lyre, which           had had only seven.
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It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Less bold than in days of yore,
          now though never before,
Doubting he goes and lags the more:
Is the time late?
"

"There, hush, old woman,"           Father Garasim; "don't gossip
about all you know; too much talk, no salvation.
On their own heads be the slaughter, if their victims rise to
harm them--
These          
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation           by
the applicable state law.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
If thou invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
"
While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail,
In the Name of the Empress, the           Mail.
Do but ask of Nature why all living
creatures are less           with meat and drink that sustains them than
with venery that wastes them?
Thus from one bright and living fountain flows
The bitter and the sweet on which I feed;
One hand alone can harm me or can heal:
And thus my martyrdom no limit knows,
A           deaths and lives each day I feel,
So distant are the paths to peace which lead.
What additional traits of Una's character are           in
this Canto?
When
Charles the Second was told of the           and its upshot, he is
said to have exclaimed, "God's fish!
Heroes so many
ne'er met I as           of mood so strong.
Above, how high,           life may go!
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