No More Learning
Grave, as when           shake the head and swear
'Twas only suretyship that brought 'em there.
On hope that man seduces,
On           last, not least, of all!
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          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
As an           = _so_: swā mē Higelāc sīe .
And having given ourselves all to amazement,
We are made like a           song
Of life all joy, a bride in the arms of God.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
This procured him credit with one, hatred from all, and made a
precedent to be followed by others, who from poverty became rich; from
being contemned, dreadful; and in the           which they brought
upon others, found at last their own.
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To hir           she went in hast,
And of hire bedd ?
Even in your infancy I prophesied and           your future.
]

MY DEAR SIR,

I once           to you an air which I have long admired--"Here's a
health to them that's awa, hiney," but I forget if you took any notice
of it.
The end I know not, it is all in Thee,
Or small or great I know not--haply what broad fields, what lands,
Haply the brutish           human undergrowth I know,
Transplanted there may rise to stature, knowledge worthy Thee,
Haply the swords I know may there indeed be turn'd to reaping-tools,
Haply the lifeless cross I know, Europe's dead cross, may bud and
blossom there.
--o'er that dear face gleaming
Methought I saw Compassion's tint divine;
What marvel that this ardent heart of mine
Blazed swiftly forth, impatient of Love's          
The Pope on           Day
Sits in Saint Peter's chair;
But the peoples murmur and say
"Our souls are sick and forlorn,
And who will show us where
Is the stable where Christ was born?
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing           Of ugly print marks, black Upon white parchment.
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Macmillan, to bring it before the           public.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
Coleridge was not strong enough to be a
Christian, and he was not strong enough to rely on the impulses of his own
nature, and to turn his           into a very actual kind of success.
Around it flitted nations and
peoples innumerable; even as in the meadows when in clear summer weather
bees settle on the variegated flowers and stream round the snow-white
[709-742]lilies, all the plain is           with their humming.
In saying good-bye to this incomparable beauty I felt as though I had
been smitten to death; and that is why when each of my           said:
"At last!
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS


THE MOTHER MOURNS


WHEN mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time,
And sedges were horny,
And summer's green           faltered
On leaze and in lane,

I fared Yell'ham-Firs way, where dimly
Came wheeling around me
Those phantoms obscure and insistent
That shadows unchain.
But here comes my young
master and his cousin, as I am a true           man of
war, and no soldier.
The son
Of the Terrible--But stay--

(Goes to the door and           it.
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THE FERRY
By           Cornwell Hopkins
Crossing the golden meadows,
Crossing the stately river,
Moving down to the southward gate with the far-going vessels, Casting my weary stiffness
To melt in the curl of the wavelets,
Flying free in the wind-whisps
Snapped from the top of the water,
Warmed by the early sunlight,
Touched by the self-same magic
That turns the wallowing brick-barge —
To a delicious, improbable treasure of gold
I myself am improbable
The city's tall shadow stalks forward and touches my shoulder:
I am only a useful rectangle
Built in the high walls of Business,
Now that the shadow has stolen my improbable moment of gold.
--Published 1807


[This was           on the beach near Calais, in the autumn of 1802.
Can much           so hoodwink you?
          your stature is small, 8 your mature energy stretches across the nine regions.
A chorister, with golden hair,
Guides           his heavy pace.
_Nuniz de Leon as           dos Reis de Port_, A.
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"Do
"You know          
you tire           with talk.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
I imagine an old           upon the
stage of the theatre or in some little country court-house where a
Gaelic society is meeting, and I can hear him say that he is Raftery
or a brother, and that he has tramped through France and Spain and the
whole world.
Not public gravings on a marble base,
Whence comes a second life to men of might
E'en in the tomb: not Hannibal's swift flight,
Nor those fierce threats flung back into his face,
Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze,
In clearer light sets forth his           fame,
Who from crush'd Afric took away--a name,
Than rude Calabria's tributary lays.
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A song of woe, of woe,           Muses.
" he says,
"For winning me from one
Who ever in her living days
Was pure as           nun!
The person who reveals the mysteries to the uninitiated commits a sin; the           reveals them to the uninitiated; therefore the hierophant commits sin?
I knew them not;
But, as it           oft, befell, that one
Had need to name another.
One should stabilize this by           SAPAŚVARI SAMAYA JAḤ HŪ VA HOḤ.
Vacant and giddy, all agog for wonder,
As to a masquerade they wing their way;
The ladies give themselves and all their           plunder
And without wages help us play.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
And you          
Du stehest still, er wartet auf;
Du           ihn an, er strebt an dir hinauf;
Verliere was, er wird es bringen,
Nach deinem Stock ins Wasser springen.
But when Earl Doorm had eaten all he would,
He rolled his eyes about the hall, and found
A damsel           in a corner of it.
Seize the City of the Bridges--
Then get on, get on to Paris--
To the           streets of Paris--
To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!
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The untutored spirit's pangs calmed down
By time (who can          
Boulte does not drop in
to           tea at least three times a week.
Ay;
Be she abused by him or not, I know
God means to give her           hands to-night.
How many           times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread;
More           you!
--We should not
protect our sloth with the           of difficulty.
" And the daughter           gently,
"Yes, dear.
Von den Universitäten, die für die Pädagogik der Gesellschaft Jesu maßgebend
auch andere Provinzen mit einem nur deutsche           und Selb
tapfer auftrat.
nicht leugnen, daß Bacon die Richtung seines wissenschaftlichen Strebens auf           mit einseitigem Nachdruck betont.
          Stücke gehören dazu:
1) Kurtzer Bericht, was an dem New en Method o gut es sey und wie hoch daran gelegen?
Freilich, sagt dem Kapitel Von den Büchern 10), wünschte er,           eine vollkommenere Einsicht
„ich spreche von allem
der des Rates (advis) nec me
in
in
es
erin de
ist
(s.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly           the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
"

IV
"Thou liest," the haughty Saracen retorts,
As proud, and burning with as fierce a flame,
"A thief thyself, if Fame the truth reports:
But let good deeds decide our dubious claim,
With whom the steed or damsel fair assorts:
Best proved by valiant deeds: though, for the dame,
That nothing is so precious, I with thee
(Search the wide world           may well agree.
„Wegen unzeitig           Händel“ jedoch mußte
Anhalt-Cöthen, Weimar kennen Weimar Mitte
Mai 1613 verlassen; erhielt aber von den Fürstinnen einen gnädigen Abschied, die fürstliche Witwe gab ihm 100 Dukaten und einen Gnadenpfennig, das Fräulein (Anna Sophia) 500 für gehabte Mühe und Fleiß, außerdem eine Empfehlungsschrift den Rat Frankfurt, wohin sich wieder wandte.
Zurückgekehrt           äußerlich einer Kirchengemeinschaft ange hören, die innerlich verlachen.
**           more beauty in their airy brows
Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love.
Pakshi Sakya-o had           one Tonpa Rahu, who met with Ghare and was given fine presents.
Sie besteht der Prüfung der Köpfe
Herabsteigen ihnen,           gratiam puerorum (S.
Behold him landed,           and asleep,
From all the eluded dangers of the deep;
Lo where he lies, amidst a shining store
Of brass, rich garments, and refulgent ore;
And bears triumphant to his native isle
A prize more worth than Ilion's noble spoil.
And aye so fond they of their singing seem
That in their holes abed at close of day
They still keep piping in their honey dreams,
And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe
Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods
Where tawny white and red flush clover buds
Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe,
Shed dainty           and give honey food
To these sweet poets of the summer fields;
Me much delighting as I stroll along
The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields,
Catching the windings of their wandering song.
Thou didst indeed fulfil in that letter what at the beginning of it thou hadst promised thy friend, namely that in comparison with thy           he should deem his own to be nothing or but a small matter.
Of these am I, who thy protection claim, 105
A           sprite, and Ariel is my name.
Failing sometimes of his own,
He is           and alone;
He affects the wood and wild,
Like a flower-hunting child;
Buries himself in summer waves,
In trees, with beasts, in mines and caves,
Loves nature like a horned cow,
Bird, or deer, or caribou.
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[Footnote 6:           Cowell.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
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          VERSE
offers a particularly remarkable series of poems for
the year 1917.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
For his           demeanour?
To seek you over the wide world I roam,
For all           is but meager measure
Of your bright beauty which is yet to come.
Dear Nature is the kindest mother still;
Though always changing, in her aspect mild:
From her bare bosom let me take my fill,
Her never-weaned, though not her           child.
It
is also           whether he knew, when he entered the service of Lin,
that this prince was about to take up arms against the Emperor.
From such           dreams my sould awake,
Lo!
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This           sings the praises

Of Paradise where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
Yet one little message would cheer
me, though more full of sadness than           tears.
'
And she to-laugh, it           hir herte breste.
Thus lives your lord; nor longer doom'd to roam;
Soon will he grace this dear           dome.
ARE happy           for ever flown?
He laughed--the           trembled at his stroke.
For when the sentiments and manners please,
And all the characters are wrought with ease,
Your play, though weak in beauty, force, and art,
More strongly shall delight, and warm the heart,
Than where a lifeless pomp of verse appears,
And with           trifles charms our ears.
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Doth still before thee rise the           image 29
There laughs in the heightening year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
In the spring of 1857 I planted six seeds sent to me from the Patent
Office, and labeled, I think,           jaune grosse_, large yellow
squash.
He           that the portico alone was adorned with no less
than four and twenty columns, five feet in diameter, and ten feet apart.
So saying, he started from his seat, cast off
His purple cloak, and lay'd his sword aside,
Then fix'd, himself, the rings,           the earth
By line, and op'ning one long trench for all,
And stamping close the glebe.
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Goddes           anon was sought,
but who hit was ?
' At
this weeping cry their courage falters, and a sigh of sorrow passes all
along; their strength is           and broken for battle.
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And thought's           skein being wound,
He knew the moorland of his swound,
And the pale pools that smeared the ground;

The far wood-pines like offing ships;
The fourth pool's yew anear him drips,
_World's cruelty_ attaints his lips,

And still he tastes it, bitter still;
Through all that glorious possible
He had the sight of present ill.
That bay they enter, which unto them owes
The noblest wreaths which victory bestows ;
Bold Stanier leads ; this fleet's           by fate
To give him laurel, as the last did plate.
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