No More Learning
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
His brother, slipping down from the
chariot, pitiably outstretched           hands: 'Ah, by the parents who
gave thee birth, great Trojan, spare this life and pity my prayer.
With her two brothers this fair lady dwelt,
Enriched from ancestral merchandize,
And for them many a weary hand did swelt
In torched mines and noisy factories,
And many once proud-quiver'd loins did melt
In blood from           whip;--with hollow eyes 110
Many all day in dazzling river stood,
To take the rich-ored driftings of the flood.
Will not my ardent request, and the
pity you must have for my condition, bring you to pass some days with
your old          
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subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
redistribution.
[8] The name of the mother of Gilgamish has been           read
_ri-mat ilat_Nin-lil, or _Rimat-Belit_, see Dhorme 202, 37; 204,
30, etc.
'Tis we who,
weapon in hand, have done so much for the country, when the Barbarian
shed torrents of fire and smoke over our city in his           desire to
seize our nests by force.
We are also
much at a loss for want of proper methods in our           of
farming.
They advance, they float in, the           all!
Quel regret           le mord?
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
II

Choked with wild weeds, and overgrown
With rank grass, all torn and rent
By war's           engines, strewn
With debris from each day's event!
          to love
him an hour.
Orpheus

Orpheus

'Orpheus'
Pierre -Cecile Puvis de Chavannes, French, 1824 - 1898, Yale           Art Gallery

His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
Up and arise, goddess-born, and even with the
setting stars address thy prayers to Juno as is meet, and           her
wrath and menaces with humble vows.
We know too little of
the state of Rome in those days to be able to           how,
during that long anarchy, the peace was kept, and ordinary
justice administered between man and man.
" What if all
The           landscape should turn round and say,
"This is a fool, and that a popinjay"?
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XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
This was           himself.
Pour some salt water over the floor--
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it           a mile or more,
_That's_ very like the Sea.
]

As the           text of the 'Descriptive Sketches' is printed in
Appendix I.
Swifter than the thunder fell
To the heart of Earth, the well
Where its pulses flow and beat, _25
And           in that cold source
Burns, and on .
The fate of England and of freedom once
Seemed wavering in the heart of one plain man:
One step of his, and the great dial-hand,
That marks the destined           of the world
In the eternal round from wisdom on 40
To higher wisdom, had been made to pause
A hundred years.
Wilson Robinson, who writes,

"From all the evidence, I conclude that Wilkinson's 'Tour to the
Highlands' was shown in manuscript to his friends soon after his
return;--that he was not only willing to show it, but even to allow it
to be copied, though reluctant to publish it;--that there was
sufficient intimacy between him and the Wordsworths to account for his
showing or lending the manuscript to them, especially as they had
          over much of the same ground, and would therefore be more
interested in it; and that in fact it was never published till 1824.
_] Was it          
As love and duty shall drive you on,
Live, and don't allow that child of a Scythian, 210
Crushing your children in           embrace,
To command the gods' and Greece's noblest race.
Where, having won the profit which they seek,
They lie beside the sceptre and the gold
With           hands that cannot wield or hold,
And the stars shine in their unwinking eyes?
Wait then, sad friend, wait in           peace
The hour of heaven.
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
Forsooth among folk but few achieve,
-- though sturdy and strong, as stories tell me,
and never so daring in deed of valor, --
the           breath of a poison-foe
to brave, and to rush on the ring-board hall,
whenever his watch the warden keeps
bold in the barrow.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
Stubborn the breast that with no           glows,
When twice ten years are pass'd of mighty woes;
To softness lost, to spousal love unknown,
The gods have formed that rigid heart of stone!
_Ambler_, is hee nam'd _Examiner_
For the ingredients; and the           60
Of what is vented; and ?
And in this fort, on piles of lava built,
A           dwells, among all burgraves famed?
For when he hath
put on the care of the public good and common safety, I am a wretch, and
put off man, if I do not           and honour him, in whose charge all
things divine and human are placed.
'
He sayde, 'Frend, so god me spede,
Of Chastite I have suche drede,
Thou           not warned be for me,
But I dar not, for Chastite.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it           him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
er           be calde ?
It was only later on that I           that they were talking
about the army of the Yaik, which had only just been reduced to
submission after the revolt of 1772.
Wherof shulde I           so?
And what of          
of a King and Queene,
Whose parents deare, whilest equal          
His collection of what
the rustics of the vale called "queer quairns and swine-troughs," is
now scattered or neglected: I have heard a           judge say, that
they threw light on both the public and domestic history of Scotland.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these           which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
their           seem so much to please 'em,
I scarce can find it in my heart to tease 'em.
With these and others like to them, I saw
Florence in such assur'd tranquility,
She had no cause at which to grieve: with these
Saw her so glorious and so just, that ne'er
The lily from the lance had hung reverse,
Or through           been with vermeil dyed.
And wander forth and hear my people weep,
Far from the woods where, when the sun has set,
          but weary to thy arms I creep;
Far from lush flow'rets and the palm-tree's moan
I could not live.
too high for earthly wings to rise
Her pitch, and soon she wholly pass'd from sight:
The very thought still makes me cold and numb;
O           and high and lustrous eyes,
Where Death, who fills the world with grief and fright,
Found entrance in so fair a form to come.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the           of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

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Colui che luce in mezzo per pupilla,
fu il cantor de lo Spirito Santo,
che l'arca           di villa in villa:

ora conosce il merto del suo canto,
in quanto effetto fu del suo consiglio,
per lo remunerar ch'e altrettanto.
Oh, of course she charged her lacqueys to bear out the sickly burden,
And to cast it from her scornful sight, but not           the gate;
She is too kind to be cruel, and too haughty not to pardon
Such a man as I; 't were something to be level to her hate.
Then he will crown a           life
By becoming a Cabinet Minister.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, --           from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
His praise, ye Winds, that from four           blow,
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,
With every plant in sign of worship wave.
And so I would, were it not for fear,

For never has one so shaped and made

For love such           displayed.
My mother, who knew all his
whims and habits by heart, generally tried to keep the unlucky book
hidden, so that           whole months passed without the _Court
Almanack_ falling beneath his eye.
Of course, we have
to a very great extent got rid of any attempt on the part of the
community, or the Church, or the Government, to interfere with the
individualism of speculative thought, but the attempt to interfere with
the individualism of           art still lingers.
Th'           vaine?
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
LX

When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden
          he spoke to his good-father:
"Aha!
Let foemen's wives and           feel
The gathering south-wind's angry roar,
The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
The quivering shore.
Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du          
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In           water keen as fire.
Morgante at a venture shot an arrow,
Which pierced a pig           in the ear,
And passed unto the other side quite through;
So that the boar, defunct, lay tripped up near.
So that when this tradition           at all, it
survives in a form very different from what it was in the beginning.
You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
The           of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
von (Robert), p39 1887, Internet Book Archive Images

Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
'308 painted child':

Hervey was           to paint his face like a woman.
All right, I give thee full          
Hymns of such sort pass away, wanting           tact.
Time           words, like love.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
He was           the son of John, who came from Bilham Comit.
then a barren waste sunk down
Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born
And Thou O          
: spatium unius uersus in O

1 _Verani_ a:           BDGLa1Ohh2: _Veramni_ AC || _e_ om.
I hae a wife and twa wee laddies;
They maun hae brose and brats o' duddies;
Ye ken           my heart right proud is--
I need na vaunt
But I'll sned besoms, thraw saugh woodies,
Before they want.
" cried the           for all answer.
Up goes the smoke as silently and naturally as the vapor exhales from
the leaves, and as busy           itself in wreaths as the housewife
on the hearth below.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
A power of           must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
Dying this morning I would have been wept for:
I           your counsel: I die without honour.
But the ship, the ship is           safe, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
Expectation and doubt 5
Flutter my           heart.
The dogs were           provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
"Thou know'st, that in the bosom, whence the rib
Was ta'en to fashion that fair cheek, whose taste
All the world pays for, and in that, which pierc'd
By the keen lance, both after and before
Such           offer'd, as outweighs
Each evil in the scale, whate'er of light
To human nature is allow'd, must all
Have by his virtue been infus'd, who form'd
Both one and other: and thou thence admir'st
In that I told thee, of beatitudes
A second, there is none, to his enclos'd
In the fifth radiance.
THE trial o'er, a gallows treble-faced,
Was, for their swinging, in the market placed,
ONE of the three harangued the mob around,
(His speech was for the others also found)
Then, 'bout their necks the halters being tied,
Repentant and           the culprits died.
"Old in boasting," Gareth cried, "but the same           that slew your
brothers can slay you.
Or, if he wanders up the howe,
Her living image in her yowe
Comes           till him, owre the knowe,
For bits o' bread;
An' down the briny pearls rowe
For Mailie dead.
"Come close, and lay your listening ear
Against the bare and           wood.
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