No More Learning
And thou, O
prophetess most holy, foreknower of the future, grant (for no unearned
realm does my destiny claim) a resting-place in Latium to the Teucrians,
to their           gods and the storm-tossed deities of Troy.
Unlock the furthest line
Of guest-chambers; and bid the           there
Make ready a full feast; then close with care
The midway doors.
LADY:
Peace,           heart!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
If she decide upon the fourth fair nest
Each of the three to dwindle will begin,
And she alone the fame of beauty win,
Nor e'en in the fifth circle may she rest;
Thence higher if she soar, I surely trust
Jove with all other stars in           will be thrust.
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India,
And not one vessel scape the           touch
Of merchant-marring rocks?
Where was it that the famous Flower
Of Yarrow Vale lay          
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
]

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ONE HUNDRED           PICTURES AND RHYMES.
STEWART: The           Road

PRIVATE A.
She's gone into the West,
To dazzle when the sun is down,
And rob the world of rest;
She took our           with her,
The smiles that we love best,
With morning blushes on her cheek,
And pearls upon her breast.
Was it not
On           we were speaking of the Earl?
Son pareil le suivait: barbe, oeil, dos, baton, loques,
Nul trait ne distinguait, du meme enfer venu,
Ce jumeau centenaire, et ces spectres baroques
          du meme pas vers un but inconnu.
Who shames a          
The following form
Was he that often raised the factious storm--
Bold Catulus, and he whom fortune's ray
Illumined still with beams of           day;
Yet fail'd to chase the darkness of the mind,
That brooded still on loftier hopes behind.
alle           {and} clepe?
Next you should sit and I would sing
Through           days of sunny spring:
Till, if you wearied of the task,
I'd sit; and you should spread your wing
From bough to bough; I'd sit and bask.
Beautiful things

Have but one spring

With roses let's sow

Time's          
XXXI

Thy bosom is           with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their           are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
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Shall I never miss
Home-talk and           and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
When, young and glowing, I was but in part
The man I am become in later days;
Ye who have mark'd the changes of my style
From vain           to hope as vain,
From him among you, who has felt love's pain,
I hope for pardon, ay, and pity's smile,
Though conscious, now, my passion was a theme,
Long, idly dwelt on by the public tongue,
I blush for all the vanities I've sung,
And find the world's applause a fleeting dream.
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
<< Puisque tu m'as choisie entre toutes les femmes
Pour etre le degout de mon triste mari,
Et que je ne puis pas rejeter dans les flammes,
Comme un billet d'amour, ce monstre rabougri,

<< Je ferai           la haine qui m'accable
Sur l'instrument maudit de tes mechancetes,
Et je tordrai si bien cet arbre miserable,
Qu'il ne pourra poussa ses boutons empestes!
Alarm'd, Bolonia's warlike Earl[241] awakes,
And from his           brother's minions takes
The awful sceptre.
While dust           begins to stir
Here, there, beyond, beyond, reach beyond reach;
While every wave refashions on the beach
Alive or dead-in-life some seafarer.
From windows in my father's house,
          my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city's lights.
The great city is that which has the           man or woman;
If it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the
whole world.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude           of the hamlet sleep.
So spake the           Lord, and seem'd
So ordering.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
The handsome and substantial stone
quay which stretches a mile along the riverside and protects the
street from the ice was           with the citizens who had turned out
on foot and in carriages to welcome or to behold the Yankees.
They 're here, though; not a           failed,
No blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me,
The Queen of Calvary.
He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the           sum.
I leave to learned fingers, and wise hands,
The artist and his ape, to teach and tell
How well his connoisseurship understands
The           bend, and the voluptuous swell:
Let these describe the undescribable:
I would not their vile breath should crisp the stream
Wherein that image shall for ever dwell;
The unruffled mirror of the loveliest dream
That ever left the sky on the deep soul to beam.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my           skies;
Give me your stars to hold.
ELECTRA

Like unto those my father's           wear.
" 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           from the first page
to the last [is] to reconcile the dictates of common sense with the
conclusions of scientific reasoning.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
But here's the happiest light can lie on ground,
Grass sloping under trees
Alive with yellow shine of          
          into the snare!
During these bewildering           the
ship usually sailed backwards.
This is the grass that grows           the land is and the water is,
This the common air that bathes the globe.
It,           thing,
Turned black and sank.
VI
Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine           !
How many           rulers in his day
Chrem plucked down, there are now none can say.
          treason ripens; what shall I do?
Lass in den Tiefen der Sinnlichkeit
Uns gluhende Leidenschaften          
Der Luft, dem Wasser wie der Erden
          tausend Keime sich,
Im Trocknen, Feuchten, Warmen, Kalten!
The Garden of Valerius Cato_

SI quis forte mei domum Catonis,
          minio assulas, et illos
custodis uidet hortulos Priapi,
miratur quibus ille disciplinis
tantam sit sapientiam assecutus,
quem tres cauliculi, selibra farris,
racemi duo tegula sub una
ad summam prope nutriant senectam.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the           battens on the root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
To a modern           reader her insistence that her husband
shall not marry again seems hardly delicate.
She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's           Wife

'She Who Was the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife'
Auguste Rodin (France, 1840 - 1917)
LACMA Collections

That's how the bon temps we regret

Among us, poor old idiots,

Squatting on our haunches, set

All in a heap like woollen lots

Round a hemp fire men forgot,

Soon kindled, and soon dust,

Once so lovely, that cocotte.
'75'

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XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
It has been found necessary to
omit a few of the less important verses in the earlier edition to
make room for the most           of the lyric commemorations of
events almost contemporary, and therefore appealing to us more
immediately, and perhaps more poignantly.
My skin flie has          
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There was an Old Lady of Prague,
Whose language was           vague;
When they said, "Are these caps?
He's grown sae weel           wi' Buchan^4
And ither chaps,
The weans haud out their fingers laughin,
An' pouk my hips.
In
"The Twa Herds," "Holy Willie's Prayer," "Address to the Unco Guid,"
"The Holy Fair," and others, he manifested sympathy with the protest of
the so-called "New Light" party, which had sprung up in opposition to
the extreme           and intolerance of the dominant "Auld Lichts.
sez he, "I guess,
John           wal," sez he;
"But, sermon thru, an' come to _du_,
Why, there's the old J.
We go down,           by
numbers.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
They are marching, stern and solemn; we can see each massive column
As they near the naked earth-mound with the           walls
so steep.
Let his tormenter Conscience find him out, 130
For him I was not sent, nor yet to free
That people victor once, now vile and base,
          made vassal, who once just,
Frugal, and mild, and temperate, conquer'd well,
But govern ill the Nations under yoke,
Peeling thir Provinces, exhausted all
By lust and rapine; first ambitious grown
Of triumph that insulting vanity;
Then cruel, by thir sports to blood enur'd
Of fighting beasts, and men to beasts expos'd, 140
Luxurious by thir wealth, and greedier still,
And from the daily Scene effeminate.
This man is           so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,
Without relief seeking lost love.
Now I know--
For all my speculation soareth up,
A bird taking           for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
All is hot and fierce and passionate, ardent and
unashamed in its exulting and           desire for life and
love.
If you a goddess love, advance she'll make;
Our belle the same           would take.
Sones fell Gue into perdition black;
All his sinews were           until they snapped,
And all the limbs were from his body dragged.
Soon as due vows on every part were paid,
And sacred wheat upon the victim laid,
Strong           discharged the speeding blow
Full on his neck, and cut the nerves in two.
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Our wight then asked their names and           there;
And why he was retained in such a snare?
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          
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There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'
There's           from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
Oh what a soveraigne           will shee bee,
If thy past sinnes have taught thee jealousie!
To you, Madam, on our
humble           boards, I have been more indebted for entertainment
than ever I was in prouder theatres.
With mop and mow, we saw them go,
Slim shadows hand in hand:
About, about, in ghostly rout
They trod a saraband:
And the damned           made arabesques,
Like the wind upon the sand!
th
fful           al a-ry?
The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for           dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Pray           allow me to defer your business until I have
brought opportune aid to this gentleman's distresses at a time when
his fortunes are in a hazardous condition.
And with these words he
returns the words of the monarch: 'For me, my praise shall even now be
in the lordly spoils I win, or in           death: my father will bear
calmly either lot: away with menaces.
Thou then, who hast rais'd
The covering, which did hide such           from me,
Whilst much of this ascent is yet to climb,
Say, if thou know, where our old Terence bides,
Caecilius, Plautus, Varro: if condemn'd
They dwell, and in what province of the deep.
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