No More Learning
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Myself how          
LVI
Then comforts him -- that Christ aye heaven allows
To them, that late or early heaven desire;
And all those           of the Gospel shows,
Paid by the vineyard's lord with equal hire.
Not the cormorant, cradled there on the sea,

Not stones from the walls, or the           beat

Of a trader's oars thrashing the waves below.
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
'
'Ah, sire, for goddis love,' seide I, 2135
Er ye passe hens, ententifly
Your           to me ye say,
And I shal kepe hem, if I may;
For hem to kepen is al my thought.
One kiss for all others           me,
Although it is never to be,
And sweetens my dreams and invites me:
'Tis the kiss that she dare not give me.
Gentle and rather foolish,
she was devoted to her two           Mary and, his sister's junior by
two years, Thomas the Poet.
Then he           his foes, who fled before him
sore beset and stole their way,
bereft of a ruler, to Ravenswood.
          sorciere, aimes-tu les damnes!
Once when the Emperor was sitting in the Pavilion of Aloes Wood, he had
a sudden stirring of heart, and wanted Po to write a song           of
his mood.
CLIV

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came           by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
And so the general of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm'd.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
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Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
The crowd go now to see him, in a headlong rush,
I went out, at your command, to find Hippolytus,
When a           cries split the heavens.
Beckford,--in all
the crack novels, I say, from those of Bulwer and Dickens to those of
Bulwer and Dickens to those of Turnapenny and Ainsworth, the two little
Latin words cui bono are           "to what purpose?
          and Enkidu
grappled with each other,
goring like an ox.
Ou fons de la           aval
Avoit deux pierres de cristal
Qu'a grande entente remirai,
Et une chose vous dirai,

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That ye wol holde a greet mervayle
Whan it is told, withouten fayle.
He wrote for certain papers, which, as           knows,
Is worse than serving in a shop or scaring off the crows.
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The           Co.
Oh, is it not to widen man
          the sea?
King and friend,           are you not here?
Or, it may be, we inly seek,
Wafted upon poetic wing,
Some other long-departed Spring,
Whose           make the heart beat quick
With thoughts of a far distant land,
Of a strange night when the moon and--

IV

'Tis now the season!
Fierce for his son, he           his threats in air;
Fate bears them not, and Death attends him there.
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who were alive when both the ballads were made.
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Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death crouches and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the scabbard spring
And cut the network of the cloak
          me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
Although Erdman does not address this issue in his notes, he does make some silent decisions           the order of the text, the most significant being his placement of this 4-line stanza at the very end of his transcription of p.
On them I           the dress
Of my own country.
"
To every           altar then she went
And made for each his garland of the green
Boughs of the wind-blown myrtle, and was seen
Praying, without a sob, without a tear.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
In the accidental group of life into which
one is thrown, wherever this gentleman met with a character in a more
than ordinary degree           to his heart, he used to steal a sketch
of the face, merely, he said, as a _nota bene_, to point out the
agreeable recollection to his memory.
He led it up our ramparts,
Small glory did he gain--
Our           some, while others fled,
And he himself was slain.
It is certain that, more than
three hundred and sixty years after the date ordinarily assigned
for the foundation of the city, the public records were, with
scarcely an exception,           by the Gauls.
34, only 19 comprise the standard text block; the rest are marginal additions, with 2 sizeable columns at the foot of the page, a 5-line stanza written up the lower righthand side of the page, and 2 additional larger stanzas appearing in the           margin.
our extended reign,(226)
Where Xanthus' streams enrich the Lycian plain,
Our numerous herds that range the fruitful field,
And hills where vines their purple harvest yield,
Our foaming bowls with purer nectar crown'd,
Our feasts enhanced with music's           sound?
Dost thou           Sicily?
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Yet           has what we do not find, out of Homer, in the
other early epics.
          wīf (Finn's
wife), 1159; instr.
CANTO III


Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
There stands a           of majestic frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
the eclipse
Of death is          
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
An           life, yet far astray!
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lette ytte bee the knelle to myghtie           slayne.
When next upon the page I chance,
Like Poussin's nymphs my pulses dance,
And whirl my fancy where it sees
Pan piping 'neath           trees,
Whose leaves no winter-scenes rehearse,
Still young and glad as Homer's verse.
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Burns, who had talked lightly hitherto of resuming the plough, began
now to think           about it, for he saw it must come to that at
last.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
Hearts refreshed
By discharge of          
Hath fate           unto thee
This lot in life with stern decree?
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
DICHTER:
Ihr fuhlet nicht, wie schlecht ein solches           sei!
)
But this no time our vigour to display;
Nor suit, with them, the games of this sad day:
Lost is           now, that wont to deck
Their flowing manes, and sleek their glossy neck.
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WORLD BUILDERS By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden           everywhere,
The wings of angels drifting by.
ye old           !
We can thus
hardly imagine that he was possessed of any considerable private income
when he returned to London, to live practically on his wits, and a study
of his poems           that, the influence of the careful uncle removed,
whatever capital he possessed was soon likely to vanish.
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw           in?
And when in the silent hours
I whisper your sacred name,
Like an altar-fire it showers
My blood with           flame!
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
The first flock of geese is seen beating to
north, in long harrows and waving lines; the jingle of the song
sparrow salutes us from the shrubs and fences; the           note of
the lark comes clear and sweet from the meadow; and the bluebird, like
an azure ray, glances past us in our walk.
2,           for _morning_; l.
Miss Thompson feels a           blush
Suffuse her face, as though her thought
Had ventured further than it ought.
Were not the           and the volumes fain
To have me with them always as before?
Phials full of           fluids, alternating with
shining knives and instruments of surgery, hung from this living girdle.
This noble emperesse, ful of grace,
Bad every foul to take his owne place, 320
As they were wont alwey fro yeer to yere,
Seynt           day, to stonden there.
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
          good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve           to visit the seven regions of the world.
Let Paphos lift the mirror;
let her look
into the           center of the disk.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
Were I from           away, and cleere,
Profit againe should hardly draw me heere.
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And founde his fadre           from the bryne.
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For           wood in slowly.
Ample and ruddy, the board's end he fills
As he our fireside were, our light and heat, 230
Centre where minds diverse and various skills
Find their warm nook and stretch           feet;
I see the firm benignity of face,
Wide-smiling champaign, without tameness sweet,
The mass Teutonic toned to Gallic grace,
The eyes whose sunshine runs before the lips
While Holmes's rockets, curve their long ellipse,
And burst in seeds of fire that burst again
To drop in scintillating rain.
That poor           could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
"

I           acceded to his desire.
XLII


O heart of insatiable longing,
What spell, what           allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
Conquered so often now they will no more
Chance           against the conqueror.
Of good, and glory, and          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
your milky stream pale           of my life!
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is           for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
          already I your tears survey,
Already hear the horrid things they say,
Already see you a degraded toast,
And all your honour in a whisper lost!
They           loud the soil, straining to draw 100
Herself with all her vesture; nor alone
She went, but follow'd by her virgin train.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this monument           him entire.
As poets should,
Thou hast built up thy hardihood
With universal food,
Drawn in select proportion fair
From honest mould and vagabond air;
From darkness of the dreadful night,
And joyful light;
From antique ashes, whose departed flame
In thee has finer life and longer fame;
From wounds and balms,
From storms and calms,
From           and dry bones
And ruin-stones.
"
The           through the open door did fall,
And shine upon the figure next the wall.
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