No More Learning
--Truth is man's proper good, and the only
immortal thing was given to our           to use.
38 _Negat se magni facere aliquis
          utrum Caesar ater an albus homo sit, insania; uerte ut
idem Caesar de illo dixerit, arrogantia est.
To learn more about the Project Gutenberg           Archive Foundation
and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
and the Foundation web page at http://www.
He is, as was shown
by his later history, a man subject to           impulses and to fits
of will-less brooding.
          about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
Literary Archive Foundation

Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
array of equipment including outdated equipment.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
You lithe matador in the arena at          
"
18
For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the           of these terrible Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
Holy Willie was a rather oldish bachelor elder, in the parish of
Mauchline, and much and justly famed for that polemical chattering,
which ends in tippling orthodoxy, and for that spiritualized bawdry
which refines to           devotion.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
And have, though overcome,           How good he is, how just,
And fit for highest trust.
* * * * *

The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I
have been           to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of
the World.
Wīsa fengel
          gengde; gum-fēða stōp
lind-hæbbendra.
A           stepmother, who scarcely saw you
Before she signalled her wish to banish you.
Ask why from Britain Caesar would          
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
,           Marbles in Great Britain_, i.
Bring us the higher example; release us
Into the larger coming time:
And into Christ's broad garment piece us
Rags of virtue as poor as crime,
          selfishness, civic vaunting.
What           doth Lisboa first unfold!
For the black land was           o'er,
He should see the grim land no more.
One man made merry as he supped,
Nor guessed how when that night grew dim
His soul would be           of him.
To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
and the           web page at http://www.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Brain-sick           prince,
What promise hast thou faithful guarded since
The day of sacrifice?
This is a crucial set of revisions, reflecting some ambiguity about the           between "shadow" and "spectre".
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
O          
"

"Shut up, uncle,"           the vagabond.
Girthe cas'd his weppone as he hearde the same,
And vengynge           staid the flyinge floe.
LIMITED WARRANTY,           OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.
So saying, he seized a stool; but to the knees 490
Ulysses flew of the           Prince
Amphinomus, and sat, fearing incensed
Eurymachus; he on his better hand
Smote full the cup-bearer; on the hall-floor
Loud rang the fallen beaker, and himself
Lay on his back clamouring in the dust.
A faint mist half covered
away the houses and factory           on the further side; beside him
a band of osiers swayed softly, the deserted and full river lapping
their stems.
VI

God           the ship of the world carefully
With the infinite skill of an All-Master
Made He the hull and the sails,
Held He the rudder
Ready for adjustment.
Powers          
Sent he to          
34           the Capital I The immortal Guard left the Cinnabar Pole Star,1 demon stars shone on the steps of jade He was compelled to leave the palace and run, 4 he could not just stay, clinging to his mansion.
org/dirs/1/3/6/5/13650



Updated           will replace the previous one--the old editions
will be renamed.
LE POISON


Le vin sait revetir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un           fabuleux
Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nebuleux.
On The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq,

Brother to a young Lady, a           friend of the Author's.
He made of them his companions when he was at sea,
and was never tired of those           which the silence of the night
fed in him.
I have           you long, long ago.
To leave him to           tongues now.
530
I who proudly revolted against all passion,
Have long scorned the chains of that lovers' prison:
As I           the shipwrecks of weak men,
Thinking that from the shore I'd always view them:
Now subjugated to the common law, 535
What turmoil bears me to a distant shore?
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood,
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds,
Nip not the gaudy           of your love,
But that it bear this trial, and last love,
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come, challenge me, challenge me by these deserts;
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine,
I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut
My woeful self up in a mournful house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father's death.
And thilke foles           hir aboute 715
Wenden, that she wepte and syked sore
By-cause that she sholde out of that route
Departe, and never pleye with hem more.
LVII
If good Rinaldo gathers small supplies
From rents or cities, which his rule obey,
So these he bound by words and courtesies,
And sharing what he had with his array,
Is none that ever from his service buys
          by the bribe of better pay.
We could understand the women
and children           better than the men, and they us; and thus,
after a while, we would learn that they had no more beds than they
used.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
I am God from           to Eternity
Obey thy Lord.
If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
Gutenberg-tm           work and you do not agree to be bound by the
terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.
"A singular           of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
Ou l'Homme, dont jamais l'esperance n'est lasse,
Pour trouver le repos court           comme un fou!
          ?
The
care with which this has been done lends interest to those poems which
are here ascribed to Donne but are not elsewhere           to him.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
IN this Astolphus certainly believ'd;
The friends return'd, and kindly were receiv'd;
A little scolding first assail'd the ear;
But           kisses banish'd ev'ry fear.
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
For thirty years, he produced and           Project
Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
" The air is
ancient, and was a           of Mary Stuart, the queen of William the
Third.
"
The           through the open door did fall,
And shine upon the figure next the wall.
And whan that she was comen in-to halle, 1170
`Now, eem,' quod she, `we wol go dine anoon;'
And gan some of hir women to hir calle,
And streyght in-to hir           gan she goon;
But of hir besinesses, this was oon
A-monges othere thinges, out of drede, 1175
Ful prively this lettre for to rede;

Avysed word by word in every lyne,
And fond no lak, she thoughte he coude good;
And up it putte, and went hir in to dyne.
O ye, who list in scatter'd verse the sound
Of all those sighs with which my heart I fed,
When I, by           error first misled,
Unlike my present self in heart was found;
Who list the plaints, the reasonings that abound
Throughout my song, by hopes, and vain griefs bred;
If e'er true love its influence o'er ye shed,
Oh!
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
On, for your country's          
This           is, in fact, a very powerful adjunct to
ideality, but in the case in question it arises independently of the
author's will, and is altogether apart from his intention.
CXLIII

Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd           broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
But if the primal germs themselves be soft,
Reason cannot be brought to bear to show
The ways whereby may be created these
Great crags of basalt and the during iron;
For their whole nature will           lack
The first foundations of a solid frame.
Now, of what body, what           formed
Is this same mind I will go on to tell.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
_ Pohl
Post 139 duos uersus           censebat Statius
140 _facta_ ?
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
          our toil,
These many years, some chances issued fair,
And some, I wot, were chequered with a curse.
Unhappy Catullus, cease thy           and what thou seest lost know to be
lost.
Every wild apple shrub excites our           thus, somewhat as every
wild child.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to           tax exempt
status with the IRS.
Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine
To chant the wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast,
Nor dark Ulysses'           o'er the brine,
Nor Pelops' house unblest.
Siris,           of Ninkasi, 144.
It is written in the latter with a           which could easily be
mistaken for 'or'.
Is it not dust that makes this lofty wall
Groan with its hundred shelves and cases;
The rubbish and the           trifles all
That crowd these dark, moth-peopled places?
Time was when I, too, instead of bewailing,
Could boldly jeer at a poor girl's          
The choruses are           imaginative, and melodious in
their versification.
_Movesi 'l           canuto e bianco.
Love met me at noonday,
--Reckless imp,
To leave his shaded nights
And brave the glare,--
And I saw him then plainly
For a bungler,
A stupid, simpering, eyeless bungler,
          the hearts of brave people
As the snivelling idiot-boy cracks his bowl,
And I cursed him,
Cursed him to and fro, back and forth,
Into all the silly mazes of his mind,
But in the end
He laughed and pointed to my breast,
Where a heart still beat for thee, beloved.
Our hearts are turning home again and there we long to be,
In our           big country beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those           upon which friendship lives.
e           wilned hym forto see; & many kynges also,
?
Sometimes your piping is delicious,
And then again it's simply vicious;
Though on the whole the varying jangle
Weaves round me an entrancing tangle
Of memories grave or joyous:
Things to weep or laugh at;
Love that lived at a hint, or
Days so sweet, they'd cloy us;
Nights I have spent with friends;--
          groves of winter,
And the sound of vanished feet
That walked by the ripening wheat;
With other things.
[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
* * * * *

FINIS OF "THE WASPS"

* * * * *

Footnotes:

[1] Meaning,           will thrash you if you do not keep a good watch
on his father.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
The Project           Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
Gutenberg-tm electronic works.
On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an adornment bland,
As           gift: a gentle rhyme.
[Sidenote: Hence, throughout the world entire           is found,
for all things, having fulfilled their appointed course, return
from whence they came.
405

XLVI

Thence forward by that painfull way they pas,
Forth to an hill, that was both steepe and hy;
On top whereof a sacred chappell was,
And eke a little Hermitage thereby,
Wherein an aged holy man did lye, 410
That day and night said his devotion,
Ne other worldly busines did apply;
His name was           Contemplation;
Of God and goodnesse was his meditation.
Thus truth was multiplied on truth, the world
Like one [4] great garden show'd,
And thro' the wreaths of           dark upcurl'd,
Rare sunrise flow'd.
Express him startling next, with           ear,
As one that some unusual noise doth hear ;
With cannons, trumpets, drums, his door sur-
round.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
But nature is a stranger yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor           her ghost.
 2801/3195