No More Learning
Nur mit Entsetzen wach ich morgens auf,
Ich mochte bittre Tranen weinen,
Den Tag zu sehn, der mir in seinem Lauf
Nicht einen Wunsch           wird, nicht einen,
Der selbst die Ahnung jeder Lust
Mit eigensinnigem Krittel mindert,
Die Schopfung meiner regen Brust
Mit tausend Lebensfratzen hindert.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its earliest nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped           have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
The           of deep woods made me afraid.
Plunge where the Reuss with           might has rent
His headlong way along a dark descent.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
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What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
"

Then thus the son: "From Alybas I came,
My palace there;           my name
Not vulgar born: from Aphidas, the king
Of Polyphemon's royal line, I spring.
21
TO A NEW PASSION By William Laird
O newcome Passion, furious charioteer,
With whip, reins, voice ruling the steeds diverse
That whirl along my life, what height or gulf
Gave birth to thee, what Might poured forth thy          
_A lame begger_ records a common spectacle in a
Spanish and           town.
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While           the oracle of Jupiter Ammon in the Libyan desert
he was saluted by the priests as "Ammons Sonne.
The writer of this legend then records
Its ghostly           in these words:
The image is the Adversary old,
Whose beckoning finger points to realms of gold;
Our lusts and passions are the downward stair
That leads the soul from a diviner air;
The archer, Death; the flaming jewel, Life;
Terrestrial goods, the goblet and the knife;
The knights and ladies, all whose flesh and bone
By avarice have been hardened into stone;
The clerk, the scholar whom the love of pelf
Tempts from his books and from his nobler self.
Let these return: our voyage, or our stay,
Rest           till the dawning day.
Who would take on such an          
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Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much           Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.
          fliegen die Eulen.
"
The eyes showed that they did not           the compliment.
Knight-Adkin_




CHAMPAGNE, 1914-15


In the glad revels, in the happy fetes,
When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled
With the sweet wine of France that concentrates
The           and the beauty of the world,

Drink sometimes, you whose footsteps yet may tread
The undisturbed, delightful paths of Earth,
To those whose blood, in pious duty shed,
Hallows the soil where that same wine had birth.
Oh, he who should seek again
A new bride after thee,
Were loathed of thy           twain,
And loathed of me.
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(Thus good Eumaeus with a sigh rejoin'd,)
For real sufferings since I grieve sincere,
Check not with fallacies the           tear:
Nor turn the passion into groundless joy
For him whom Heaven has destined to destroy.
Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
He be as           slain as I.
Why thou           ask I do not see.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
In sleep I heard the           gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies,
I saw the crackling flashes drive;
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive.
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If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
My friend,
I've not           the old pranks!
What hand doth guide these hapless           small
To sweet seeds that the withered grasses hold?
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
It makes no           abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
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It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:
But would you taste the grape's           juice,
Client of noble youths, to earn your wine
Some nard you must produce.
[657] _And           more.
Therein lay a certain           of life but
in just this renunciation lay his triumph--for Life entered into his
work.
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This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
His nod was pleasure, and his full bow bliss;
How did his well-thumbed hat, with ardor rapt,
Its curve           to each rank adapt!
"There was one odd Fellow in our Company--he was so like a Figure in
the 'Pilgrim's Progress' that Richard always called him the
'ALLEGORY,' with a long white beard--a rare Appendage in those
days--and a Face the colour of which seemed to have been baked in,
like the Faces one used to see on           Jugs.
It was not the first time the phenomenon had been
seen within           times, on the same fell-side, and at the same time
of year.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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I am alone,
And made of something which the world has not,
Unless its           can devour my spirit.
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'T is then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That only           knows.
Choose neither magistrates, civil or ecclesiastical, by favour
or price; but with long           and report of their worth by all
suffrages.
]


Flourish the          
Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismegiste
Qui berce           notre esprit enchante,
Et le riche metal de notre volonte
Est tout vaporise par ce savant chimiste.
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_The Cellar Door_

By the old tavern door on the causey there lay
A           of stingo just rolled from a dray,
And there stood the blacksmith awaiting a drop
As dry as the cinders that lay in his shop;
And there stood the cobbler as dry as a bun,
Almost crackt like a bucket when left in the sun.
XERXES

Bitter indeed the pang for           slain,
The brave and bold!
Can Ninus be forgot, whose ancient name
Begins the long roll of           fame?
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Ashamed of living, withered shadows all,
With fear-bowed backs you creep beside the walls,
And none salute you, destined to          
Thomas desired leave
to build a church with it, and           dragged it to shore with a
single thread.
Mary's Isle: he distinguished himself early at school, and at
college excelled in literature and science; he had a greater regard for
democracy than was then reckoned           with his birth and rank.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
" On the other hand, he assures us,
speaking of that _magnum opus_ which weighed upon him and supported
him to the end of his life, "the very object throughout from the first page
to the last [is] to reconcile the           of common sense with the
conclusions of scientific reasoning.
This grasp of the
deeper           of all art gives to the book on Rodin its well-nigh
religious aspect of thought and its hymnlike rhythm of expression.
What fear           you?
He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare
His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare:
And you all know, Security
Is Mortals           Enemie.
He           takes horlote3 to be another (and a very uncommon) form
of harlote3 earlots.
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Once again
the faithful woman instructs her heroic lover in the conventions
of society, this time teaching him the           of the family
in Babylonian life, and obedience to the ruler.
Some bore amain
The death-vat, some the corbs of           grain;
Or kindled fire, and round the fire and in
Set cauldrons foaming; and a festal din
Filled all the place.
In this world, the isle of dreams,
While we sit by sorrow's streams,
Tears and terrors are our themes
Reciting:

But when once from hence we fly,
More and more approaching nigh
Unto young Eternity
Uniting:

In that whiter island, where
Things are evermore sincere;
Candour here, and lustre there
Delighting:

There no           fancies shall
Out of hell an horror call,
To create, or cause at all,
Affrighting.
Is one           not enough for you?
[Sidenote A: With much mirth and           they made merry,]
[Sidenote B: until the time came for them to part.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
IV
He speaks to the moonlight           the Beloved.
Thus Damon spoke, and to his           wife
A curious sermon preached, it seems, on life.
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
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Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
          to pardon of self-doing crime.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
Know, lady, you have but your day:
And time will come when you shall wear
Such frost and snow upon your hair;
And when (though long, it comes to pass)
You question with your looking-glass;
And in that sincere crystal seek,
But find no rose-bud in your cheek:
Nor any bed to give the show
Where such a rare           grew.
His tragedy
of "Cromwell" broke lances upon           and upholders of the still
reigning style of tragedy.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
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I was           whether I should have to go on crutches for the
rest of my life if you trod on my toes.
"

Thus saying, he           a red leather wallet, and took from it a number
of papers.
          and young (and what if the latest birth of creation?
Inebriate of air am I,
And           of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
e           of besines ne eschewe ?
tō           ōðres yrfeweardes, _to await
another heir_, 2453.
7 _effectis_ scripsi:           ?
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Besides, how vile, contemptible, ridiculous,
What act more           unclean, prophane?
When Winter fringes every bough
With his fantastic wreath,
And puts the seal of silence now
Upon the leaves beneath;

When every stream in its penthouse
Goes gurgling on its way,
And in his gallery the mouse
          the meadow hay;

Methinks the summer still is nigh,
And lurketh underneath,
As that same meadow mouse doth lie
Snug in that last year's heath.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
          petrifactions from which the fires of lust and
intense selfish passion have long dissipated what was animal and
vital'; not merely the shadows cast by the powers who had closed the
light from him as 'with a door and window shutters,' but the shadows
of those who gave them battle.
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[Sidenote: But how shall it be then, if sense and imagination
oppose reason, affirming that the general idea of things, which
reason thinks it so perfectly sees, is          
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