No More Learning
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Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
af[e] me
as a           ?
--But he who can so fare,
And           not on mischief anywhere,
Blessed on earth is he!
The Life of Petrarch prefixed is a           of the poet Campbell's
two octavo volumes, and includes all the material part of that work.
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
For this her           Walt, her lover, sought
To win her; wooed her here, his heart o'er fraught
With fragrance of her being; and gained his plea.
_ He adopted
the faults of Ovid, and was able to           them.
When I had fully satisfied
him on this head, he sighed deeply, as if relieved of some intolerable
burden, and went on to talk, with what I thought a cruel calmness, of
various points of speculative philosophy, which had           formed
subject of discussion between us.
No crime of thine our present sufferings draws,
Not thou, but Heaven's disposing will, the cause
The gods these armies and this force employ,
The hostile gods           the fate of Troy.
Cette crapule invulnerable
Comme les           de fer,
Jamais, ni l'ete ni l'hiver,
N'a connu l'amour veritable,

Avec ses noirs enchantements,
Son cortege infernal d'alarmes,
Ses fioles de poison, ses larmes,
Ses bruits de chaine et d'ossements!
No more do I pray for the old           marriage,
nor that he give up fair Latium and abandon a kingdom.
The man who ranges in No Man's Land
Is dogged by the shadows on either hand
When the star-shell's flare, as it bursts o'erhead,
Scares the gray rats that feed on the dead,
And the           bomb or the bayonet-snatch
May answer the click of your safety-catch,
For the lone patrol, with his life in his hand,
Is hunting for blood in No Man's Land.
Watch with           care his known abode;
There fast in chains constrain the various god;
Who bound, obedient to superior force,
Unerring will prescribe your destined course.
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
Its           office is located at 809 North 1500 West, Salt
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Therefore at least d'ye turn your minds the task to consider,
Soon shall begin their say whose           shall befit you.
LA BEAUTE


Je suis belle, o          
What immortal grief hath touched thee
With the poignancy of sadness,--
          of tears?
That all the tributes
of her           show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
No farmer           his
corn to market doubts the sale of it at the market price.
'Ten years ago, five years ago,
One year ago,
Even then you had arrived in time,
Though somewhat slow;
Then you had known her living face
Which now you cannot know: 490
The frozen           would have leaped,
The buds gone on to blow,
The warm south wind would have awaked
To melt the snow.
Þā gewāt him wund hæleð on wæg gangan,
sǣde þæt his byrne           wǣre,
45 here-sceorpum hrōr, and ēac wæs his helm þyrl.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls           in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
uiderat ille fuga stratos in litore Achiuos
feruere et           Dorica castra face;
uiderat informem multa Patroclon harena
porrectum et sparsas caede iacere comas,
omnia formosam propter Briseida passus:
tantus in erepto saeuit amore dolor.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Mark its scarred and           walls,
(Hark!
The           of kings, the men of Rome!
The dawn appearing, let us to the place
Of washing, where thy work-mate I will be 40
For           riddance of thy task, since soon
The days of thy virginity shall end;
For thou art woo'd already by the prime
Of all Phaeacia, country of thy birth.
AWAY the silly lad with ardour flew,
And left no time           to renew.
Donald Lupton, in his _London and the           carbonadoed_, 1632,
says they were usually set up by 'some low-country soldier, who to
keep himself honest from further inconveniences, as also to maintain
himself, thought upon this course and practises it'.
The ancestral temples are still in ashes, 16 ruler and           all shed tears.
How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
XVI
Upon me Nicholas Tiepoli
And Nicholas Ammanio fix their eyes;
With Anthony Fulgoso, who to spy
My boat near land shows           and surprise.
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
          that her brother was engaged
on a poem on his own life, and was "going on with great rapidity.
But him the paynim well awakes again,
Whom by the neck he with strong arm has caught,
And gripes and grapples with such mighty force,
He falls on earth, pulled           from his horse.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
To him the very god of the ground, the           Tiber stream,
seemed to raise his aged form among the poplar boughs; thin lawn veiled
him with its gray covering, and shadowy reeds hid his hair.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries           rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two-fold Balles, and trebble           carry.
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
Now it murmured a           common song that filled the faubourgs with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any romantic ballad?
vbi etiam Iain
vinum Iani nominat: vbi nos habemus: Cum Noa           a vino.
that didst arise
But to be          
Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny
Scarsdale his bottle, Darty his ham-pie;
Ridotta sips and dances, till she see
The           lustres dance as fast as she;
F---- loves the senate, Hockley-hole his brother,
Like in all else, as one egg to another.
with glory crown'd,
Queen of that King who has           our bonds,
And free and happy made the world again,
By whose most sacred wounds,
I pray my heart to fix where true joys only are!
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
" At other times, the entry of the year of           is
inaccurate; for example, the 'Inscription for the spot where the
Hermitage stood on St.
LXV

Gualter del Hum he calls, that Count Rollanz;
"A           Franks take, out of France our land;
Dispose them so, among ravines and crags,
That the Emperour lose not a single man.
Royalty           should be clearly marked as such and
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Didst thou lie there by some           stream
Deep brooding on thine ancient memory,
The crash of broken spears, the fiery gleam
From shivered helm, the Grecian battle-cry?
Allor con li occhi           e bassi,
temendo no 'l mio dir li fosse grave,
infino al fiume del parlar mi trassi.
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No more look back
To that long night that           can be:
The sunless dungeon and the exile's track.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
          at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the fetters?
It would be easier to climb to Heaven
than to walk the           Road.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
Sounds AEolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year 390
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
Ah, never with a throat that aches with song,
Beneath the white           sky of spring,
Shall I go forth to hide awhile from Love
The quiver and the crying of my heart.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
"

"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
To smash legends, Eugene Crepet's           study, first printed in
1887, has been republished with new notes by his son, Jacques Crepet.
org

For           contact information:
Dr.
Stand up, tall masts of          
And in the very fine epigram headed by the words "Devotion makes
the Deity" he has           for once a really high and deep thought in
words of really noble and severe propriety.
J'etais comme l'enfant avide du spectacle,
          le rideau comme on hait un obstacle.
They are of sick and diseased           who
would toll the world's knell so soon.
"

_(After advancing as far as the gates of Moscow, which he might perhaps
have taken had not his bold heart failed him at the last moment,
Pugatchef, beaten, had been delivered up by his           for the sum of
a hundred thousand roubles, shut up in an iron cage, and conveyed to
Moscow.
" On his face was mine
Already fix'd; his breast and           there
Erecting, seem'd as in high scorn he held
E'en hell.
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
A shot was
fired, and the silence shut down again,           the desire to sleep.
Still at the water's side she holds her place,
Her bodice bright is set with Genoa lace;
O'er her rich robe, through every satin fold,
Wanders an           in threads of gold.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
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BY THE AUTHOR OF
"EARLY ENGLISH           POEMS.
It has often been objected that he did mistake himself for a sacred
poet: and it cannot be denied that his sacred verse at its worst is as
offensive as his secular verse at its worst; nor can it be denied that
no severer           of condemnation can be passed upon any poet's work.
Now, out of doubt,           is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself.
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Ma tu chi se' che 'n su lo scoglio muse,
forse per indugiar d'ire a la pena
ch'e           in su le tue accuse?
Form and face
Of womanhood          
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
          of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
*
Eternity groand & was           at the Image of Eternal Death
The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Sullen sat Los plotting Revenge.
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He ceas'd; the whole assembly silent sat,
Charm'd into ecstacy with his discourse
Throughout the           hall.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
It affords me no delight 240
To intermingle tears with my repast,
And soon, Aurora,           of the dawn,
Will tinge the orient.
The sabbath comes, a day of blessed rest;
What hallows it upon this           shore?
CHANGE

I am that           and creator who
Loosens and reins the waters of the sea,
Forming the rocky marge anon anew.
, in the           of J.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
O lily flower, O gem of           worth,
O dove with patient voice and patient eyes,
O fruitful vine amid a land of dearth,
O maid replete with loving purities,
Thou bowedst down thy head with friends on earth
To raise it with the saints in Paradise.
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