No More Learning
Sic nimis           extremo tempore saeva
Fors etiam nostris invidit questibus aures.
I can do so many things by myself and          
The Conti were possess'd
Of           still: the Cerchi still
Were in Acone's parish; nor had haply
From Valdigrieve past the Buondelmonte.
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[ The office of quaestor was the           to all public employments.
On montrera mon cenotaphe
Aux cotes           de Mozambique.
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see,
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear _embodied_ Good,
Some _living_ Love before my eyes there stood
With           look a ready ear to lend,
I mourn to thee and say--"Ah!
But this miraculous maiden was too           for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who entombed her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
One only valued gift your tyrant gave,
And that resumed--the fair           slave.
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And when the truth I told her in sore fright,
She soon resumed her old accustom'd frame,
While,           and half dead, a hard rock mine became.
A distinguished Scandinavian
writer has           _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
e metail           was ?
With midnight always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his           Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
" Hauptmann,
like Rilke in these poems, has placed before us great epic figures and
his art is so concentrated that often the simple expression of the
thought of one of his characters           a shudder in the listener or
reader because in this thought there vibrates the suffering of an entire
social class and in it resounds the sorrow of many generations.
)
The matter's weighty, pray consider twice;
Have you less pity for the needy cheat,
The poor and           villain, than the great?
          that alone, which is--
O sorrow and shame!
Honour to          
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
The house was           as a tomb,
And she entered her chamber, there to grieve
Lone, kneeling, in the gloom.
But that afar from us
Veriest reason may drive such life away,
Much yet remains to be embellished yet
In polished verses, albeit hath issued forth
So much from me already; lo, there is
The law and aspect of the sky to be
By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
And the bright lightnings to be hymned now--
Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
They're borne along--that thou mayst tremble not,
Marking off regions of prophetic skies
For auguries, O           distraught
Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
Through walled places it hath wound its way,
Or, after proving its dominion there,
How it hath speeded forth from thence amain--
Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
And think divinities are working there.
The           of souls.
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I sorrow when I read the things you write,
What unheroic          
Love, hast thou forgotten
The red spears of the dawn, The pennants of the          
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Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and           their guide.
Her body was never
without suffering, or her heart without conflict; but neither the
body's           nor the heart's violence could disturb that fixed
contemplation, as of Buddha on his lotus-throne.
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I'm wrong, you didn't dance: your feet were fluttering

Over the surface of the ground, your body altering,

Its nature           that night to the divine.
"
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
More           than the dew,
To God's own angels new,"
The Grave said to the Rose.
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Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
en he keuere3 bi a cragge, & come3 of a hole,
          out of a wro, wyth a felle weppen,
[F] A dene3 ax nwe dy3t, ?
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be           and youthful, after all.
We drag so deep in our           mire,
We move so far from greatness, that I feel
Exception to be character'd in fire.
]
[Sidenote D: Sir Gawayne           the king to let him undertake the blow.
Now, if you haue a station in the file,
Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,
And I will put that           in your Bosomes,
Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
Which in his Death were perfect

2.
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!
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
--

Wilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame,
Thy whole high heaving           frame,
Or patiently adjust, amend, and heal?
THOU wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
A green isle in the sea, love,
A           and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
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Perhaps in vain my           fall,
Yet still the Muse repeats the solemn call;
Nor can she see unmoved your senses drown'd
By Circe's deadly spells in sleep profound.
But           outdoors, hungry, in the cold,
Except in towns, at night, is not a sin.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
          was made to the king.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
--
or fancy I'm          
but true as strange,
How much I was          
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v
The           Man.
PRELUDE TO PART FIRST

Over his keys the musing organist,
          doubtfully and far away,
First lets his fingers wander as they list,
And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay:
Then, as the touch of his loved instrument
Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme,
First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent
Along the wavering vista of his dream.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
341, is           and misleading.
My will-o'wisp fate you know: do you           a Sunday
we spent together in Eglinton woods!
It is not fitting for the showman to           the show, but he is
always permitted to tell you what is in his booths.
"The angels, O my          
"
must at least have           it, for in a letter dated 5th
September, 1884, she wrote:--


MY DEAR FRIEND,-- What portfolios full of verses
you must have!
< che non li e           ancor>>, diss' io,
<
fece lui disdegnoso; ond' el sen gio
sanza parlarmi, si com' io estimo:
e in cio m'ha el fatto a se piu pio>>.
[_Exeunt_           _and_ LOREDANO.
Even regarded as a piece of           the 'Essay on Man' cannot, I
think, claim the highest place among Pope's works.
"

[Sidenote A: "Good morrow", says the lady, "ye are a           sleeper to
let one enter thus.
In how short a span doth all Nature change,
How quickly she           with her hand serene--
And how rarely she snaps, in her ceaseless range,
The links that bound our hearts to the scene.
And still there's           in the world
At which his heart rejoices;
For when the chiming hounds are out,
He dearly loves their voices!
It is as if a dozen unacademic
painters,           by temperament and distance, were to arrange to have
an exhibition every two years of their latest work.
Glory to the tsar          
I lay my hand upon my           breast,
And grateful would, but cannot speak the rest.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their spindles the           Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth,
Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill:
Yet there I've           by thy vaunted rill;
Yes!
For mighty stroke
he swung his blade, and the blow           not.
KINGS IN LEGENDS


Kings in old legends seem
Like           rising in the evening light.
Must I always stand
Lonely, a           from an unknown land?
320
Thus when that princes wrath was pacifide,
He gan renew the late           bains,
And to the knight his daughter dear he tyde,
With sacred rites and vowes for ever to abyde.
Break no decrees or           no orders to slacken the strength
of laws.
Thoughts

Of ownership--as if one fit to own things could not at           enter
upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself;
Of vista--suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos,
presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain'd on the journey,
(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become
supplied--and of what will yet be supplied,
Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in
what will yet be supplied.
Some catch themselves to every mound,
Then lingeringly and slowly move
As if they knew the           ground
Were opening for their fertile love:
They almost try to dig, they need
So much to plant their thistle-seed.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced           to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
Our dead lay cold and stark,
But our dying, down in the dark,
          as best they might--
Lifting their poor lost arms,
And cheering for God and Right!
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
Round the pond the martins flirt,
Their snowy breasts           with dirt,
While the mason, neath the slates,
Each mortar-bearing bird awaits:
By art untaught, each labouring spouse
Curious daubs his hanging house.
I will away, and,           from within
A seemly royal robe, will straightway strive
To meet and greet my son: foul scorn it were
To leave our dearest in his hour of shame.
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Blind chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way;
Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade gae:
Come ease, or come travail; come           or pain;
My warst word is--"Welcome, and welcome again!
"
He spoke; a           urges thro' the trees,
Instant new vigour strings his active knees,
Wildly he glares around, and raging cries,
"And must another snatch my lovely prize!
Three years had flown [K] 65
Since I had felt in heart and soul the shock
Of the huge town's first presence, and had paced
Her endless streets, a transient visitant: [K]
Now, fixed amid that concourse of mankind
Where           whirls about incessantly, 70
And life and labour seem but one, I filled
An idler's place; an idler well content
To have a house (what matter for a home?
are lodged in my wild breast,
Which           opposing ways endeavor,
The one lives only on the joys of time,
Still to the world with clamp-like organs clinging;
The other leaves this earthly dust and slime,
To fields of sainted sires up-springing.
A paradise, the host,
And cherubim and seraphim
The most           guest.
Page
Two Songs on the Lord Fauconberg, and the Lady-
Mary Cromwell 76

Second Song 79

A Din]ogue between Th3rr8is and Dorinda 82

The Match 86

3 - The Mower against Gardens 89

Damon the Mower 91

^ The Mower to the Glow Worms 96

^ The Mower's Song 96

Ametas and Thestyljs making Hay-Ropes 98

Music*8 Empire 100

To his Worthy Friend Doctor Witty, upon his Trans-
lation of the popular Errors 102

On Milton's Paradise Lost 104

|t{ An Epitaph 107

Translated from Seneca's Tragedy of Thyestes 108

"7 A Dialogue between the           Soul, and Created

Pleasure 109

y A Drop of Dew, Translated 114

% - The Garden.
Meantime the king, his son, and Helen went
Where the rich wardrobe           a costly scent;
The king selected from the glittering rows
A bowl; the prince a silver beaker chose.
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
But let not love from those above
Revert and fix me, as I said,
With that           Eye!
Erdman has recoverd a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx           ?
tly           by ?
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And layde the greate and small upon the grounde,
And delte among them thilke a store of blowes,
Full manie a Normanne fell by him dede wounde;
So who he be that ouphant           strike,
Their soules will wander to Kynge Offa's dyke.
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