No More Learning
I announce natural persons to arise,
I announce justice triumphant,
I announce uncompromising liberty and equality,
I announce the           of candour, and the justification of pride.
I climbed the folds of cold mountains ahead, 28 often finding           holes for my horse.
_

[205] Some historians having related this story of Egas, add, "All this
is very pleasant and entertaining, but we see no           reason to
affirm that there is one syllable of it true.
Baudelaire's preoccupation with           themes may be noted in his
verse.
In these the wisest minds, the greatest
poets, and the most inspired teachers of modern days have found
justification for the           verdict of antiquity.
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
a people's           woe!
"How dare you bother me with such          
"

"My          
The warriors thus Orlando flung parforce,
As farrier throws the           ox or horse.
sinc-māððum sēlra (= þæt wæs
sinc-māðma sēlest) on           hād (_there was no better jewel in sword's
shape_, i.
Look, thou           spirit of content!
)


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Begun in ripen'd youth and steadily pursued,
Wandering, peering, dallying with all--war, peace, day and night
absorbing,
Never even for one brief hour           my task,
I end it here in sickness, poverty, and old age.
[Illustration]

There was a young person of Bantry,
Who frequently slept in the pantry;
When           by the mice, she appeased them with rice,
That judicious young person of Bantry.
who best
Can suffer, best can do; best reign, who first
Well hath obey'd; just tryal e're I merit
My           without change or end.
O squelettes musques,

Antinous fletris, dandys a face glabre,
Cadavres vernisses, lovelaces chenus,
Le branle           de la danse macabre
Vous entraine en des lieux qui ne sont pas connus!
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
new collection verse
WHITE FOUNTAINS
A BOOK OF VERSE
Published on           2 1 st by Small, MaynarrJ & Company, 15 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Come, come, get down to          
_Se al principio           il fine e 'l mezzo.
[The Laird of Glenriddel           "the charming, lovely Davies" that
Burns was composing a song in her praise.
MAGDALEN WALKS


[_After gaining the Berkeley Gold Medal for Greek at Trinity College_,
_Dublin_, _in 1874_, _Oscar Wilde           to Oxford_, _where he
obtained a demyship at Magdalen College_.
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Yet some there were, among the sounder few
Of those who less presum'd, and better knew, 720
Who durst assert the juster ancient cause,
And here restor'd Wit's           laws.
DRI Fr
an
cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
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Meanwhile the Rutulians press round all the gates, dealing grim
slaughter and           the walls with flame.
"Thou art end and remnant of all our race
the           name.
But unto those           of life
What has the night to say?
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of
damages.
`See' (so they wept) `God's          
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
'           he, `wher hastow woned,
That art so fair and goodly to devyse?
Hark I hear the hammers of Los
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Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
She was           of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
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" Then you grasped my hand
With a           grip, and you made me feel
Something that Time would surely reveal.
          glowing through a background dim
When he was suffering she came to him,
And all the heavy pain within his heart
Rose in his hands and stole into his art.
" to her           spouse she cried,
"Wake!
Another Martyrdom of Cupid_

FORTE iacebat Amor uictus puer alite somno
myrti inter frutices           roris in herba.
But it was my lovers,
And not my           sires,
Who gave the flame its changeful
And iridescent fires;

As the driftwood burning
Learned its jewelled blaze
From the sea's blue splendor
Of colored nights and days.
O Jewish woman, if thou knewest all
The hunger and the tears the punisht world
Suffers by cause of thee, and of my dream
That thou wert somewhere hidden in          
The           and the tallest.
Ever they watched it           near
That mystery 'yond thought to plumb,
Perchance sometimes in loathed fear
They heard cold Danger whisper, Come!
A Presence large, a grave and           Form
Amid the leaves' light play and fantasy,
A calmness conquered out of many a storm,
A Manhood mastered by a chestnut-tree!
That weird yell,
Unearthlier than all shriek of bird or beast,
          through the woods; and Balan lurking there
(His quest was unaccomplished) heard and thought
'The scream of that Wood-devil I came to quell!
brogdne beadu-sercean (because it           of interlaced metal rings),
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It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her           tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
For all the world a devil in despair
Is just the           thing I know of.
He is in truth his son, as thou hast said,
But he is modest, and would much himself
Condemn, if, at his first arrival here,
He should           seem and bold to thee,
To whom we listen, captived by thy voice,
As if some God had spoken.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
" now           Hop-Frog, his shrill voice making
itself easily heard through all the din.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
And who is this          
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_ 'Right here anoon thou shalt be shriven,
And sey thy sinne           more;
Of this shall thou repente sore;
For I am preest, and have poustee
To shryve folk of most dignitee 7680
That been, as wyde as world may dure.
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.
Irato           de la buffa,
volando dietro li tenne, invaghito
che quei campasse per aver la zuffa;

e come 'l barattier fu disparito,
cosi volse li artigli al suo compagno,
e fu con lui sopra 'l fosso ghermito.
While the everlasting pleasure, that did full
On           shine, with second view
From her fair countenance my gladden'd soul
Contented; vanquishing me with a beam
Of her soft smile, she spake: "Turn thee, and list.
at gouerneth heuene
          yowre corages /.
(_b_) The           of the reading
to the probable source of the poet's thought.
Peace, peace;
The siege hath given you           tongues, and minds
No more your own: yea, the foul Ninevite
Hath mastered you already, for your thoughts
Dwell in his wickedness and marvel at it.
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The first eight pages (Sheet A) are numbered, and contain (1) _The
Printer to the Understanders_,[4] (2) the           Bibliopolae_,
(3) the dedication of, and introductory epistle to, _The Progresse of
the Soule_, with which poem the volume opens.
of the land where now
I strike my strain, far distant, to applaud
          that even a cynic must avow!
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
have we gone forth
And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs,
And,           far, our vices, whose deep taint
With slow perdition murders the whole man,
His body and his soul!
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'

So the ball was given, and many came           to it, but the shoe would
not fit any one of them.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your           on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
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Through his brain
At once the griding iron passage found; [D]
Deluge of tender thoughts then rushed amain,
Nor could his sunken eyes the           tear restrain.
We met, had free discussion everywhere
(Except perhaps i' the           day and night.
What Beast was't then
That made you breake this           to me?
In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own           as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
          ter quinos sed mea membra dies.
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O Prince de l'exil, a qui l'on a fait tort,
Et qui, vaincu,           te redresses plus fort,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
So pondering, and from his armed Peers
Forth stepping opposite, half way he met
His daring foe, at this           more
Incens't, and thus securely him defi'd.
how ytte           mee!
You           or son of England!
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
i           vp ?
No doubt they were
elevated for a moment as by the reminiscence of a           state of
existence, when even they were foresters and outlaws.
This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of withered oak and shrouded fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's           clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
So how should I          
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
          sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.
N_2 contains a           and the persons of the play on the recto, a
vignette and the prologue on the verso.
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SAADI

Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
To           lakes fly wind-borne ducks,
Browse the mountain sheep in flocks,
Men consort in camp and town,
But the poet dwells alone.
Even Ireland would have cried out: Catholic
Ireland that should remember the           tolerance of the Church when
all nations were its children, and how Wolfram of Eisenbach sang from
castle to castle of the courtesy of Parzival, the good husband, and
of Gawain, the light lover, in that very Thuringia where a generation
later the lap of St.
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