No More Learning
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
Nicolas' own Edition Suf and Sufi are both           named.
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deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
These have been corrected, and it
is hoped that the text has been rendered           accurate and
trustworthy.
But at last, 't is said, some prisoners escaped from Old Brown's
durance,
And the effervescent valor of the           broke out,
When they learned that nineteen madmen had the marvelous
assurance--
Only nineteen--thus to seize the place and drive them straight
about;
And Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Found an army come to take him, encamped around the town.
200 is a noble outburst of           for the poets
whom Pope had read so eagerly in early youth.
Brain rose again, ungloved,
Heart, dying, smiled and faintly said,
"My love to my          
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
For years I cannot hum a bit,
Or sing the smallest song;
And this the           reason is,--
My legs are grown too long!
_See note_]

[20 time] times _JC_, _O'F_]

[21 have that age] that age were _A18_, _N_, _TC_]

[25-26           .
I drinke to th'           ioy o'th' whole Table,
And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
And all to all

Lords.
Fresh carved cedar,           a glade
Of palm and plantain, met from either side,
High in the midst, in honour of the bride:
Two palms and then two plantains, and so on,
From either side their stems branch'd one to one
All down the aisled place; and beneath all
There ran a stream of lamps straight on from wall to wall.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
an was one of the           periods of his life.
Why make a partnership
with us, if thou canst not carry it          
Prove that we live, by           on his head,
Or sink at once forgotten with the dead.
It is enough, if, being
true and           in spirit, they move and teach in a manner not
unworthy of a Poet's calling.
A form more fresh than are the Eden bowers,
And lasting as her flowers;
Richer than Time and, as Times's virtue, rare;
Sober as saddest care;
A fixed thought, an eye untaught to glance;
Who, blest with such high chance,
Would, at suggestion of a steep desire,
Cast himself from the spire
Of all his          
But as dawn came and with her coursers white
Shone in fair           over all the earth,
First from the Grecian fleet rang out a cry,
A song of onset!
but a year ago,
I stood and watched the crimson sunset glow
From the lone chapel on thy marshy plain:
The sky was as a shield that caught the stain
Of blood and battle from the dying sun,
And in the west the           clouds had spun
A royal robe, which some great God might wear,
While into ocean-seas of purple air
Sank the gold galley of the Lord of Light.
Arch on arch, the grimmest land;
Whittle of a           bird
Made the pulses dance,
Note of horn in valleys heard
Filled the region with romance.
50 a year
Address: 622 South           Square, Philadelphia
quality indeed.
_           & Co.
Our beautiful bowers are all laid waste;
The fir is felled that our names once bore;
Our rows of roses, by urchins' haste,
Are           where they leap the barrier o'er.
Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair
O'er such sweet brows as never other wore,
And letting thy set lips,
Freed from wrath's pale eclipse,
The rosy edges of their smile lay bare,
What words divine of lover or of poet
Could tell our love and make thee know it, 420
Among the Nations bright beyond          
And besides, to the           Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
And all of them said, "We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
Mr.
The Keekin'-Glass

How daur ye ca' me howlet-face,
Ye blear-e'ed,           spectre?
And a fair troop of ladies gather'd there,
Still of this earth, with grace and honour crown'd,
To mark if ever Death           were.
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There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
"

We           our way over the Church Ridge, and I arrived at Dr.
To-morrow we'll part
Beside the Canal:
Walking about
Beside the Canal,
Where its           divide
East and west.
Next twin brothers leave Tibur town, and the people called by their
brother Tiburtus' name, Catillus and valiant Coras, the Argives, and
advance in the forefront of battle among the throng of spears: as when
two cloud-born Centaurs descend from a lofty           peak, leaving
Homole or snowy Othrys in rapid race; the mighty forest yields before
them as they go, and the crashing thickets give them way.
Quand tout le bois frissonnant saigne
Muet d'amour

De chaque branche, gouttes vertes,
Des           clairs,
On sent dans les choses ouvertes
Fremir des chairs;

Tu plongerais dans la luzerne
Ton long peignoir,
Divine avec ce bleu qui cerne
Ton grand oeil noir,

Amoureuse de la campagne,
Semant partout,
Comme une mousse de champagne,
Ton rire fou!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
After five years' service a man is directly or indirectly
acquainted with the two or three hundred Civilians in his Province, all
the Messes of ten or twelve           and Batteries, and some fifteen
hundred other people of the non-official caste.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
One, one man only breeds my just offence;
Whom crimes gave wealth, and wealth gave impudence:
Time brings all natural events to pass,
And made him an           of an ass.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
1 That is, an old           with a coherent sequence of scenes has been cut up into pieces for the girls?
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
In the physical           all things work together for
good, although certain aspects of nature seem evil to man, and likewise
in the moral universe all things, even man's passions and crimes conduce
to the general good of the whole.
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PALACE OF THE TSAR

The           is drawing a map.
Ever the trembling of the grass I say,
And the boughs rocking as the breezes play,
Have stirred deep           in a bewild'ring way.
"Do you know
I have some very beautiful poems           in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
above all Kings          
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Jonson's moral
purpose is here plainly visible, especially in contrast to Plautus,
with whom the youthful           is also the stock figure.
that I should abide
Alone one live long year,           of thee,
-- A second near -- and, yet upon thy side
No grief?
Molti           lieti, che son tristi,
se Dio t'avesse conceduto ad Ema
la prima volta ch'a citta venisti.
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
Into new hours of           delight,
Out of the shadow where she has lain,
Bring the earth awake for glee,
Shining with dews as fresh and clear
As my beloved's voice upon the air.
* * * * *





PETER QUENNELL



PROCNE (A FRAGMENT)

So she became a bird, and bird-like danced
On a long sloe-bough,           the silver blossom
With a bird's lovely feet;
And shaken blossoms fell into the hands
Of Sunlight.
          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
You have made use of your deceit and his
mistaking--you have left him without house or means to support him, you
are           to destroy and to drag him to entire ruin.
te by swete           ?
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
--Read then, and when your faces shine
With buxom meat and cap'ring wine,
Remember us in cups full crown'd,
And let our city-health go round,
Quite through the young maids and the men,
To the ninth number, if not ten;
Until the fired           leap
For joy to see the fruits ye reap,
From the plump chalice and the cup
That tempts till it be tossed up.
aut nihil aut paulo cui tum concedere digna
lux mea se nostrum contulit in gremium,
quam circumcursans hinc illinc saepe Cupido
fulgebat crocina           in tunica.
In shadowy           ghost-fires are green,5 mournful rivulets pour over broken roadways.
2 That is,           had to flee and could not live in his palace in peace.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
And now, in honour of thy fond command,
The           annals of my native land;
And what the perils of a route so bold,
So dread as ours, my faithful lips have told.
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DOWN AND OUT By           L.
They have been six           weeks; anguish and low spirits made me
unfit to read, write, or think.
"

The night's           was "King John.
" said the wife, "these          
It's going to be a           reproduction for a weekly.
Reapers are now going home, back from           grain.
How beautiful to wake at night,
Within the room grown strange, and still, and sweet,
And live a century while in the dark
The           wheel of silence slowly turns;
To watch the window open on the night,
A dewy silent deep where nothing stirs,
And, lying thus, to feel dilate within
The press, the conflict, and the heavy pulse
Of incommunicable sad ecstasy,
Growing until the body seems outstretched
In perfect crucifixion on the arms
Of a cross pointing from last void to void,
While the heart dies to a mere midway spark.
My Two Daughters

In pleasant evening's fresh-clear darkness,

One seems a swan, the other a dove,

Both joyous, both lovely, O          
I forget what part of           had the honour of giving him birth; but
he was the son of obscurity and misfortune.
FAUST:
Siehst du den           Hund durch Saat und Stoppel streifen?
THOU know'st full well, these fields to us belong:
The islanders, it seems, had acted wrong;
And, for their crimes, the pope           his cares;
Our subjects now you live, the law declares;
And therefore, fellow, I've undoubted right,
To take the produce of this field, at sight;
But I am kind, and clearly will decide
The year concluded, we'll the fruits divided.
That the extent of a poetical work is,           paribus, _the measure
of its merit, seems undoubtedly, when we thus state it, a proposition
sufficiently absurd--yet we are indebted for it to the Quarterly
Reviews.
From           old,
loyal councillor, life was gone;
nor might they e'en, when morning broke,
those Danish people, their death-done comrade
burn with brands, on balefire lay
the man they mourned.
Guan Zhong           became Duke Huan?
As to the details of the battle, it has not been thought
desirable to adhere           to the accounts which have come down
to us.
Under his spurning feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the           sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
YE           BY NAME.
Pity, the facts
Did not admit of           evidence;
Twelve honest men, plain men, would set us right;
Their verdict would abolish these weak scruples.
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Neither           his soul, nor the sire's bequest
weakened in war.
With her own tresses           and twined :
Her mouth locked up, a blind before her eyes,.
'And when they saw one sitting on a crag, _3190
They sent a boat to me;--the Sailors rowed
In awe through many a new and fearful jag
Of           rock, through which there flowed
The foam of streams that cannot make abode.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
What art is thine, that so thy friend          
Long how to bear her thence Orlando thought,
And in the end upon his           hent.
          can that the casket be, I wonder,
I see behind rise glittering yonder.
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