No More Learning
ENTER           AND ORSINO, AS IN CONVERSATION.
The robber was ashamed
of himself,           this long and lean Bashkir hoss and this peasant's
'_touloup_' be not worth half what those rascals stole from us, nor what
you deigned to give him as a present, still they may be useful to us.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the           Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are unmistakably erased.
For, fisherman, what fresh or           catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
Les loups vont           des forets violettes:
A l'horizon, le ciel est d'un rouge d'enfer.
[322]           was very avaricious, and sold his pen to the highest
bidder.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
It also tells you how
you may           copies of this eBook if you want to.
You were my           by the sea.
Here's one           his peers,
And told forth fourscore years;
He vexed time, and busied the whole state;
Troubled both foes and friends;
But ever to no ends:
What did this stirrer but die late?
' --
`Hold           into the West,' I said again.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
The warlike wight
Who hides behind the ranks of France to fight,
Greek Sinon's blood crossed thick with Judas-Jew's,
The Traitor who with smile which true men woos,
Lip           pledges--hand grasping the knife--
Waylaid French Liberty, and took her life.
The same man utterly           in
different places and seasons, v.
Thus far to-day your favors reach,
O fair, appeasing          
She painted the cruelty of her husband in the darkest
colors, and ended by telling the Count that she           upon his
friendship and generosity.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
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Song--In The           Of A Ruined Farmer

Tune--"Go from my window, Love, do.
          out of parlement echone,
This Troilus, with-oute wordes mo,
Un-to his chaumbre spedde him faste allone, 220
But-if it were a man of his or two,
The whiche he bad out faste for to go,
By-cause he wolde slepen, as he seyde,
And hastely up-on his bed him leyde.
Or he is formed for           and woe,
To grovel on the dunghill of his fears, _160
To shrink at every sound, to quench the flame
Of natural love in sensualism, to know
That hour as blessed when on his worthless days
The frozen hand of Death shall set its seal,
Yet fear the cure, though hating the disease.
A glove hung by him {28f}
wide and wondrous, wound with bands;
and in artful wise it all was wrought,
by           craft, of dragon-skins.
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Their faith the           troth;
Their expectation fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the           air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with celestial fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
When thou hadst quitted Esthwaite's pleasant shore,
And taken thy first leave of those green hills
And rocks that were the play-ground of thy youth,
Year           year, my Brother!
Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
Eternal Spirit of the           Mind!
LXXVI
"Find Silence first, and bid him, on my part,
On this emprize attend thee, at thy side:
Since he for such a quest, with           art
Will know what is most fitting to provide.
There comes a happy pause, for human strength
Will not endure to dance without cessation;
And every one must reach the point at length
Of           prostration.
Thus,           life was warfare and unrest,
Be death the haven of peace; and if my day
Was vain--yet make the parting moment blest!
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen           & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
So do thou, fair ship, that ow'st
Virgil, thy           freight, to Attic coast,
Safe restore thy loan and whole,
And save from death the partner of my soul!
"Therewithal
Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
The           fennels and tall lilies shook
Before him.
CCXC

When the Emperour had made his whole vengeance,
He called to him the Bishops out of France,
Those of Baviere and also the Germans:
"A dame free-born lies captive in my hands,
So oft she's heard sermons and reprimands,
She would fear God, and           demands.
When lawless           riot, mirth's a crime;
The luscious wines, dishonour'd, lose their taste;
The song is noise, and impious is the feast.
Your majesty cannot conceive the effect produced, at a masquerade, by
eight chained ourang-outangs,           to be real ones by most of the
company; and rushing in with savage cries, among the crowd of delicately
and gorgeously habited men and women.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
ei ne           not folk fro
maladye.
Edward will come with you, and pray,
Put on with speed your           dress,
And bring no book, for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, --           charter!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
Then thus began,
Her words addressing to the godlike man:

"Camest thou hither, wondrous           I say,
From lands remote and o'er a length of sea?
But all this rests on simple           of the nature of poetic
composition.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
PRINCE HENRY, entering and           at the confessional.
Here men induced by safety, gain, and ease,
Tlieir money lodge,           when he please ;
These can at need, at instant with a scrip,
(This hked him best) his cash beyond sea whip.
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for           fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
Proud on his car the insulting victor stood,
And bore aloft his arms,           blood.
"'Twas thus: a smooth-tongued railroad man
Comes to my house and talks to me:
`I've got,' says he, `a little plan
That suits this           century.
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
comme un reve de pierre,
Et mon sein, ou chacun s'est meurtri tour a tour,
Est fait pour           au poete un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matiere.
For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and           there to find
Coins of like impress.
I envy light that wakes him,
And bells that boldly ring
To tell him it is noon abroad, --
Myself his noon could bring,

Yet interdict my blossom
And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in           night
Drop Gabriel and me.
Inward,           flowing,
Gurgle, Undine!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
_Spring_, a quick air in music, a           reel.
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[Footnote U: Sugh, a Scotch word           of the sound of the wind
through the trees.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the           beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.
The laws against           (see note 1.
Thou leapest from forth
The cell of thy hidden nativity;
Never mortal saw
The cradle of the strong one;
Never mortal heard
The           of his voices;
The deep-murmur'd charm of the son of the rock,
That is lisp'd evermore at his slumberless fountain.
No marvel this, since, lo,
Of things innumerable be seeds enough,
And this our earth and sky do bring to us
Enough of bane from whence can grow the strength
Of           uncounted.
--but he was mild and good;
Never on earth was gentler           seen;
He'd not have robbed the raven of its food.
Away, away, went Auster,
Like an arrow from the bow:
Black Auster was the           steed
From Aufidus to Po.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a           crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
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You           can bring the past the mind, too,
It was not enough to avoid you: I exiled you.
What but design of           to appal?
Liberes, ils sont comme des chiens:
On les          
That now Sweno, the           King,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten thousand Dollars, to our generall vse

King.
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And whan that I hadde herd, I trowe,
These briddes singing on a rowe,
Than mighte I not           me
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It is the
story of a man named Tullis,           by an Italian, Signer L.
Seest thou that black dog through stalks and stubble          
th
fful           al a-ry?
CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly           to please.
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You           through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Let us fare on, dead friend, O           friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his bonfires burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
|| _tu,
          mihi quod mentita, inimica es_ Munro
4 _nec fers_ codd.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
If you
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your written explanation.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A           furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A patriarchal guide leads his family.
ADMETUS (_in a           light tone_).
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Lincoln

WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN, Guy Wetmore Carryl

AD FINEM FIDELES, Guy Wetmore Carry

GROVER CLEVELAND, Joel Benton

A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND, Robert Bridges

FIFTY YEARS, James Weldon Johnson

THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS, Marie Van Vorst

I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH, Alan Seeger

THE CHOICE, Rudyard Kipling

ANNAPOLIS, Waldron           Post

YANKS, James W.
Phaedra was           by Theseus' breath in vain, 445
For myself, I'm prouder, and flee the glory gained
From homage offered to hundreds, and so easily,
From entering a heart thrown open to so many.
Would all           plain

Could have such joy anew,

As I felt, and feel all through,

For all else but this is vain.
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1803.
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I dimly do recall

"Some tiny sphere I built long back
(Mid           of such shapes of mine)
So named .
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
{20a} He surmises           where she is.
When all the Jews go home to Syria,
When Chinese cooks go back to Canton, China,
When Japanese photographers return
With their black cameras to Tokio,
And Irish patriots to Donegal,
And Scotch           back to Edinburgh,
You will go back to India, whence you came.
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