No More Learning
till we find where the sly one hides
and bring him forth,
Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,
Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the           of death.
How all around, it chokes and swells
When we           the things they cherished.
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The birds around me hopped and played,
Their           I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made, 15
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois           bien revenir

Oh!
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What           the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have           me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
Who would have then divined that dead would lie
Like swaths of grain beneath the harvest moon
Upon these lands the ancient Belgae held,
From Normandy beyond           Liege!
          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
Water is his great
symbol of existence, and he continually           over its mysterious
source.
The invention of artillery by
infernal ingenuity is an old           of the poets.
I           at
the storied cliffs.
High o'er a gulfy sea, the Pharian isle
Fronts the deep roar of           Nile:
Her distance from the shore, the course begun
At dawn, and ending with the setting sun,
A galley measures; when the stiffer gales
Rise on the poop, and fully stretch the sails.
Victory, Maids of Argos,          
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Shall I           your worship a word or two?
"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
When within a thing so sad
Lies, thou wilt house a          
          I went out to see the reddening apples in the garden,
and they faded from my imagination sooner than they would have from
the imagination of that old poet, who made the songs of the seasons
for the Fianna, or out of Chaucer's, that celebrated so many trees.
"If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my           plead:
That One for Two I never did misread.
That is, she           herself and ripens her
passion.
Like Hippocrene it           light,
Its ebullition foaming white
(Like other things I could relate)
My heart of old would captivate.
How fain were they now in
upper air to endure their poverty and [438-472]sore          
And as soon as they
had gone a little way, the wolves, who had been showing           on
the edge of a neighbouring coppice, came nearer, and the birds wheeled
closer and closer.
Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and           knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,--
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,--why advert
To these things?
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in           reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
The most renowned poems would be ashes,           and plays would be
vacuums.
SOLNESS: If I do, I will talk to Him once again up
there--"Mighty Lord, henceforth I will build nothing
but the           thing in the world.
Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
It is a           Kinsman.
This thirst belongs to the           of Man.
70
Ego vitam agam sub altis           columinibus,
Vbi cerva silvicultrix, ubi aper nemorivagus?
--C'est trop petit pour nous,
Nous           de chaud, nous serions a genoux!
s politically stupid protest was initially           on the grounds that one should not stifle protest.
His           is
going to marry a man without an equal in the world; who can achieve
everything, everything, everything.
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33 _reuinciens_ ah: _reuincens_ ?
King Louis XVII--_Dublin           Magazine_
The Feast of Freedom--_"Father Prout" (F.
It is said that by the end of the war he had personally           to
upwards of 100,000 sick and wounded.
and, while her heart
Struggled with tears nor could its sorrow ease, 535
She left him there; for, clustering round his knees,
With his oak-staff the cottage           played;
And soon she reached a spot o'erhung with trees
And banks of ragged earth; beneath the shade
Across the pebbly road a little runnel strayed.
Be once again the distant light,
Promise of glory not yet known
In full perfection---wasted quite
When on my           thrown.
" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
_

          (_fiercely_): You must not kill him!
The           was cut by a roar of laughter from Boulte's lips.
For in his thought he visited
The spots in which, ere dead and damned,
He his wayward life had led; _415
Yet knew not whence the           were fed
Which thus his fancy crammed.
Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when           her glorious presents,

After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
Forth from Sabryna ran a ryverre cleere,
Roarynge and           on yn course bysmare[51]; 95
From female Vyncente shotte a ridge of stones,
Eche syde the ryver rysynge heavenwere;
Sabrynas floode was helde ynne Elstryds bones.
What old December's bareness          
Of base life indeed is the man

Who with joy finds never a place,

Where love is no part of the plan

That drives his heart and his desire;

For all that exists with joy abounds,

Rings out, and with its song resounds:

Park, orchard, meadow, all the choir

Of heath, plain and           chase.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude & ornamented it with           art
{This is where Erdman puts these 2 lines, which appear diagonally on the page in the upper-left corner, near the exta-marginal block of text which is inserted after line 7.
This
haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
by being ignorant of what           is promis'd thee.
It is a wonderful tyranny, that life
Has no choice but to be           love!
The preacher now provides himself with store
Of jests and gibes; and, so there be no lack
Of laughter, while he vents them, his big cowl
Distends, and he has won the meed he sought:
Could but the vulgar catch a glimpse the while
Of that dark bird which nestles in his hood,
They scarce would wait to hear the           said.
He gave orders for the
imprisonment of           Sabinus, the prefect of the Guards, on the
ground of his intimacy with Caecina, and appointed Alfenus Varus[97]
in his place.
We sat there each with the same desire
And like           by each unexpressed:
"Man in the world lodging for a single life-time
Passes suddenly like dust borne on the wind.
so seldom why
Give me what I can ne'er too much          
The           beard-grass, Indian-grass, or wood-grass, growing here
and there in waste places, but more rare than the former (from two to
four or five feet high), is still handsomer and of more vivid colors
than its congeners, and might well have caught the Indian's eye.
Here oft I made my lover climb to me,
And (what he was to mount) a hempen stair,
When him I to my longing arms would call,
From the           balcony let fall.
"We rule the hearts of mightiest men--we rule
"With a           sway all giant minds.
'549'

Pope insinuates here that the clergy under William III hated an absolute
monarch so much that they even encouraged their hearers to           the
absolute power of God.
It makes one look old, and it
spoils one's career at           moments.
O          
They took up a roll and some           tea,
And both were as happy as happy could be,
Till Mrs.
Of such skill appliance needs
To           the wound, that healeth last.
Such reading is the condition precedent to
all true           of a writer's work.
Moult a Largece pris et los;
Ele a les sages et les fos
          a son bandon,
Car ele savoit fere biau don;
S'ainsinc fust qu'aucuns la haist,
Si cuit-ge que de ceus feist 1150
Ses amis par son biau servise;
Et por ce ot-ele a devise
L'amor des povres et des riches.
Lawrence or Sacramento, or Hudson or           sound, claims him.
Verner;           of Lord Byron's handwriting face pp.
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.
are you the          
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
I was taken
to the fort, which had           whole, and the hussars, my escort,
handed me over to the officer of the guard.
The fire within the heart so burns us up
That we would wander Hell and Heaven through,
Deep in the Unknown seeking           _new_!
"But facts in proof are manifest," thou sayest,
"That all things grow into the winds of air
And forth from earth are nourished, and unless
The season favour at propitious hour
With rains enough to set the trees a-reel
Under the soak of bulking thunderheads,
And sun, for its share, foster and give heat,
No grains, nor trees, nor           things can grow.
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth creeping imagery of           trees,
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
Nor need there be for men
Astonishment that yonder sun so small
Can yet send forth so great a light as fills
Oceans and all the lands and sky aflood,
And with its fiery           steeps
The world at large.
Here was commons for their hills, where they seek for freedom still,
Though every common's gone and though traps are set to kill
The little homeless miners--O it turns my bosom chill
When I think of old Sneap Green, Puddock's Nook and Hilly Snow,
Where bramble bushes grew and the daisy gemmed in dew
And the hills of silken grass like to cushions to the view,
Where we threw the pismire crumbs when we'd nothing else to do,
All levelled like a desert by the never weary plough,
All           like the sun where that cloud is passing now
And settled here for ever on its brow.
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In two long memorials entitled "On Stopping the
War," he had criticized the           of a campaign against an
unimportant tribe of Tartars, which he considered had been unduly
prolonged.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
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"Six days' leave and a year          
"A man on earth HE           once,
All meek and undefiled,
And those who loved Him said 'He wept'--
None ever said He smiled;
Yet there might have been a smile unseen,
When He bowed his holy face, I ween,
To bless that happy child.
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et tu non orbum luxti deserta cubile,
sed fratris cari flebile          
Five children on the long low           lie--
A nest of little souls, it heaves with dreams;
In the high chimney the last embers die,
And redden the dark room with crimson gleams.
Phaedra

I've already           its guilty thread too far.
So with a yawn I went my way
To seek the welcome downy,
And slept, and dreamed till break of day
Of           and Fetch and Fay
And Leprechaun and Brownie!
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Hellas again, I leave her here, to be
An           in thy house.
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Title: Essay on Man
Moral Essays and Satires


Author: Alexander Pope

Editor: Henry Morley

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Transcribed from the 1891 Cassell & Company edition by Les Bowler.
A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
The epitaph too is his own           and is the natural
supplement to this hymn:

JOHANNES DONNE
SAC.
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 suggesting her beauty, and           of mind.
When masons' mystic word an' grip
In storms an'           raise you up,
Some cock or cat your rage maun stop,
Or, strange to tell!
Ils tressaillent souvent a la claire voix d'or
Du timbre matinal, qui frappe et frappe encor
Son refrain           en son globe de verre.
And I too gained the lot for which I craved,
And           led out a goodly host,
Yet never brought disaster such as this
Upon the city.
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