No More Learning
Canst thou give to a frame tremblingly alive as the           of
suspense, the stability and hardihood of the rock that braves the
blast?
Whether that           be deny'd or giv'n,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heav'n.
Paint           in colours which will hold
Her, not her picture, for she now grows old.
O the           lord!
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Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
O then let me in time compound
And parley with those conquering eyeSy
Ere they have tried their force to wound ;
Ere with their           wheels they drive
In triumph over hearts that strive,
And them that yield but more despise,

Let me be laid,
Where I may see the glories from some shade.
The antique           world rises with shining splendour in the
poems _Eranna to Sappho_, _Lament for Antinous_, _Early Apollo_ and the
_Archaic Torso of Apollo_.
          weaknesses in the
greatest, v.
For what the soul may be they do not know,
Whether 'tis born, or enter in at birth,
And whether, snatched by death, it die with us,
Or visit the shadows and the vasty caves
Of Orcus, or by some divine decree
Enter the brute herds, as our Ennius sang,
Who first from lovely Helicon brought down
A laurel wreath of bright perennial leaves,
          forever among the Italian clans.
e           of god in glorie,
Out of latyn is drawen ?
For not as water at times
Gives off the alien heat, nor is thereby
Itself destroyed, but unimpaired remains--
Not thus, I say, can the deserted frame
Bear the           of its joined soul,
But, rent and ruined, moulders all away.
Alas, alas, fair Ines,
She went away with song,
With music waiting on her steps,
And           of the throng;
But some were sad and felt no mirth,
But only Music's wrong,
In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell,
To her you've loved so long.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
"
When he gave them this obscure answer, they again inquired what he said ; and when they persisted in their inquiries, and were very importunate, he at length told them that Solon, an Athenian, formerly visited him, and having viewed all his treas ures, made no account of them ; telling, in a word, how every thing had befallen him as Solon had warned him, though his discourse related to all mankind as much as to himself, and especially to those who imagine           happy.
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper          
Again, sweet sir, you smile over the           of my tragedy.
e fraude hadde
ben schewed ap{er}tly if I hadde had           forto han vsed {and} ben
at ?
We are
Made one           thing; we are past the world;
Yea, and unmade: we are immortality.
be duly lowered at sunset;
Burn high your fires, foundry          
For what account can be given of such          
'Tis not a           road, my friend.
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At first the           of the undertaking frightened him.
If it possessed definite dimensions, a definite being, a definite           and a definite individuality, it would not be absolute, nor would it be all.
Tethys I call, with eyes           bright, hid in a veil obscure from human sight;
Great Ocean's empress, wand'ring thro' the deep, and pleas'd with gentle gales, the earth to sweep;
Whose blessed waves in swift succession go, and lash the rocky shore with endless flow:
Delighting in the Sea serene to play, in ships exulting and the wat'ry way.
          mythological references abound.
To           the question, I have been supposing the trade between two
countries to be confined to two commodities, to wine and cloth, but it
is well known that many and various articles enter into the list of
exports and imports.
[GABOR _goes into the turret, which_           _closes_.
_)


The Occident and the Orient,
posterior and posterior,
sitting tight, holding fast
the culture dumped by them
on to primitive America,
Atlantic to Pacific,
were           colophons
a disorderly country fellow,
vulgar Long Islander.
vnLo6 hypothetical thought whose consequence is A and whose           is B.
No; but these           papers which I found
Strewn in your palace.
The reception of Trakl's work in their poetry shows continuity in           discourse across political and geographical divisions in the era of National Socialism, as well as important historical links to the poetry of the Modernist period.
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In the past decade, there have been unmistakable changes in the intellectual climate of the world's two largest communist countries, and the beginnings of           reform movements in both.
It is one of
our illusions, as I think, that education, the           of manners,
the perfecting of law--countless images of a fading light--can create
nobleness and beauty, and that life moves slowly and evenly towards
some perfection.
I could wager her price to a thretty pennies, that for twa
or three wooks ridin at fifty miles a day, the deil-stricket a five
gallopers acqueesh Clyde and           could cast saut on her tail.
          of Proteus might well she be whom he sired upon Thetis.
But what use is it to affect a proud          
XLIII

Not so (quoth she) but sith that heavens king
From hope of heaven hath thee excluded quight, 380
Why fearest thou, that canst not hope for thing;
And fearest not, that more thee hurten might,
Now in the powre of           Night?
But say through what waste regions hast thou stray'd
What customs noted, and what coasts survey'd;
Possess'd by wild           fierce in arms,
Or men whose bosom tender pity warms?
In her own time she
was thought to be           of a philosopher, and something more of a
novelist.
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
[The origin of this harsh effusion shows under what           Burns
sometimes wrote.
Enough to have made the fortune of Delphi or Hammon, and no thanks
to Beelzebub          
It crumbled the dusk of the deep
That folds the worlds in sleep,
And shot through night with           stir.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save
Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave;
Yea, and from           evil, that passeth taunt and blow--
Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
And this proud sign, wrought on his shield, he bears--
The vault of heaven, inlaid with blazing stars;
And, for the boss, the bright moon glows at full,
The eye of night, the first and           star.
The Chorus make           comments upon him.
(Sleep and take your rest)
Why were the maiden's words so few----

(She sees that he is asleep, and slipping off her long cloak-like
outer garment, she pillows his head upon it against the parapet,
and half           at his feet she sings very softly:)

I love you, I love you, I love you,
I am the flower at your feet,
The birds and the stars are above you,
My place is more sweet.
gret           among,
Of bedes & of chirche song, [folio 25b]
To god ?
Before his might, to theirs, as hardest rock to dust,
There have recoiled a horde of savage, warlike chiefs,
Who have been into Afric's fiery furnace thrust--
Its scorching heat to his rage           of reliefs.
YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more
Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear,
I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude,
And with forc'd fingers rude,
Shatter your leaves before the           year.
[3]--

"'It is written in the           of the ancients that this King of
the Wise, Omar Khayyam, died at Naishapur in the year of the Hegira,
517 (A.
Oneguine was--so many deemed
[Unerring critics self-esteemed],
Pedantic           scholar like,
In truth he had the happy trick
Without constraint in conversation
Of touching lightly every theme.
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"Why loosened I olden control here
To mechanize skywards,
          great scope could outshape in
A globe of such grain?
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All           to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-
Oh why did I awake?
"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his           are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
The parson much his penitent abused;
Said he, with sensual views to be amused,
Is such a sin, 'tis           worse to steal;
The sight is just the same as if you feel.
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Others were dear,
Others forsook me: what art thou indeed
That I should heed
Thy           need?
"
That           old person of Sestri.
'Twas a          
Those who are happy regret the           of the day;
Those who are sad tire of the year's sloth.
Now,
Come tell me, son of hell, I pray thee,
If that spell-binds thee, then how           thou?
3 Yan Wu was the Supervising           ( jishi zhong) in the Chancellery; Du Fu?
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly           her--
she opening to you,
engulfing you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
And that well might
Aduise him to a Caution, t' hold what distance
His           can prouide.
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Like other writers of his
time, he acted in his own plays, and trained the chorus in their
dances and songs; and he did much to give impressiveness to the
performances by his development of the           of scene and
costume on the stage.
He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
;
          of the word, 207.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
The above is a           stanza in the editions of 1827 and 1832.
He who had brought me went in to           my arrival.
          and Reflection how ally'd; 225
What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide:
And Middle natures, how they long to join,
Yet never pass th' insuperable line!
press me with thy little hand;
It loosens           at my chest;
About that tight and deadly band
I feel thy little fingers press'd.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands           to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
          me hath my cruel adversaire.
--

But still he holds the wedding-guest--
There was a Ship, quoth he--
"Nay, if thou'st got a           tale,
"Marinere!
And on your garb red-faced was other red;
And how you stooped as men whose           was spent,
I knew that we had suffered each as other,
And could have grasped your hand and cried, "My brother!
Should love, that's full for them of happiness,
Cause your noble heart this deep          
So high towards death I am gone,           I gaze
Where on the earth beneath me, into the fires
Of that Assyrian strength, our siege of fate,
Judith, the dream of my desire of beauty,
Goes daring forth, to shape herself therein,
Seeking to fashion in its turbulence
Some deed that will be likeness of herself.
The thronging Greeks behold with wondering eyes
His manly beauty and superior size;
While some, ignobler, the great dead deface
With wounds ungenerous, or with taunts disgrace:

"How changed that Hector, who like Jove of late
Sent           on our fleets, and scatter'd fate!
LXIV

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground,
Why do you stand,          
Esteem a man that has me in          
_57 stony           manuscript.
For they have heard a singing from the Ganges,
And cries of orioles,--from the temple caves,--
And Bengal's oldest,           villages.
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