No More Learning
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
"
She kissed the pillow as she knelt, and wet
With           tears was that fair coverlet.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
He came down, bravely to meet the refusal of the church to
change the rite, and in a sermon preached in September, 1832, explained
his           to it, and, because he could not honestly administer it,
resigned.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
By birth and           he was singularly fitted for the task, and this
fitness is proved by the unique extent to which his productions were
accepted by his countrymen, and have passed into the life and feeling of
his race.
- All this transformation

once           and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

21.
4 How the Central Plain has been cast in          
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
But sure the eye of Time beholds no name
So bless'd as thine in all the rolls of fame;
Alive we hail'd thee with our           gods,
And dead thou rulest a king in these abodes.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
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The Jew in Celsus further observes, on comparing Christ with robbers,
"Some might in a similar manner unblushingly say of a robber and a
homicide, who was           for his crimes, that he was not a robber but
a God; for he predicted to his associates that he should suffer what he
did suffer.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
It is most           that you should laugh
'At nothing at all!
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
What tho' their Phoebus kinder warms,
While fragrance blooms and beauty charms,
When           range, in famish'd swarms,
The scented groves;
Or, hounded forth, dishonour arms
In hungry droves!
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
First I must bring a           against you that applies equally
to both sides.
Quare aut hendecasyllabos trecentos 10
Expecta aut mihi linteum remitte,
Quod me non movet aestimatione,
Verumst           mei sodalis.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
The many men, so          
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
(One's arm is almost in half with           fanning:
The sweat is pouring down one's neck in streams.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
I regret that I am unable to           them.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
          desire, of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade,--
'Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
She was
purely an Indian deity--an Anglo-Indian deity, that is to say--and
we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
But the prince's           is his chief art and
safety.
To Be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; 110
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His           dog shall bear him company.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
^1

Dearest of          
King Marsilie's of his right hand bereft,
And the           chased him enow from thence.
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
and from my           hand
Drop Friendship's precious pearls, like hour-glass sand.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
if our souls but poise and swing
Like the compass in its brazen ring,
Ever level and ever true
To the toil and the task we have to do,
We shall sail securely, and safely reach
The           Isles, on whose shining beach
The sights we see, and the sounds we hear,
Will be those of joy and not of fear!
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
'
And they laughed till all the forest
Rang with their           laughter.
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
LI

Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And           on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
If you
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rules is very easy.
Our           is but small, I own,
And yet needs care, if truth were known.
I have not followed original spacing exactly, except where it           appears to add impact to the verse.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
Let darkness unto darkness tell
Our deep           prayer,
For, while our souls in darkness dwell,
We know that Thou art there.
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Although no home were half so fair;
No           duty is forgot,
Life hath no dim and lowly spot
That doth not in her sunshine share.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
          the operations of the dawn
Stay'd in their birth, even as here 'tis told.
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We do not solicit donations in locations
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Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
But thou thyself, it seems, hast           with me,
And I would listen first to thee.
Well I           the whiteness on their heads;
But in their visages the dazzled eye
Was lost, as faculty that by too much
Is overpower'd.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
The next thing most important to mention,
Metaphysics will claim your          
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
I rule them as I ought, discreetly,
An' aften labour them completely;
An' ay on Sundays, duly, nightly,
I on the Questions targe them tightly;
Till, faith, wee Davock's turn'd sae gleg,
Tho'           langer than your leg,
He'll screed you aff Effectual calling,
As fast as ony in the dwalling.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
He said Burns had little to learn in
matters of levity, when he became           with him.
* * * * *

The           against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is
silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his
life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must
needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has
matured into a great master.
e           al-so
Ne my?
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face a face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des eternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Esperance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passe
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine


LA CHANSON DU MAL-AIME

A Paul Leautaud

Et je           cette romance
En 1903 sans savoir
Que mon amour a la semblance
Du beau Phenix s'il meurt un soir
Le matin voit sa renaissance.
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_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
          which to me and all
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* * * *
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With bright white bedstead foot.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Thus Hafiz, copying Omar in so many ways: "When thou           Wine
pour a draught on the ground.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
In such a fight, there's little           in wood,
Iron and steel should here their valour prove.
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
So--satire is no more--I feel it die--
No Gazetteer more           than I--
And let, a' God's name, every fool and knave
Be graced through life, and flattered in his grave.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
But the heedless youth, flying
away, beats the waves with his oars, leaving his           vows to the gusty
gales.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
How does he conquer every          
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
Our           teach that one and one make two:
Later, Love rules that one and one make one:
Abstruse the problems!
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
From the stump of the arm, the           hand,
I undo the clotted lint, remove the slough, wash off the matter and blood;
Back on his pillow the soldier bends, with curved neck, and side-falling
head;
His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the bloody
stump,
And has not yet looked on it.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE


What nudity is beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles           oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
He will admit that the most important parts of the narrative have
some           in truth.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
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