No More Learning
The good which it           us to remember is the good which it lies in
our power to create--the good in our own lives and in our attitude
towards the world.
In short, at all times and in every situation, make sure that           you do turns into the sacred Dharma and dedicate every virtuous action toward enlightenment.
The waiter replies that the landlord refuses to supply anything more,
and seems likely to           to the governor.
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We must come to realize that this body is simply           that appears and that it has no self-nature.
, had           Epictetus' classes in Nicopolis, and later published the " notes " he had taken at these classes.
Alas 'tis more than (all his           past) 85
Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last!
1, 1862]
_These verses were written in memory of General Philip Kearny,
killed at Chantilly after he had ridden out in           of his men
to reconnoitre.
[Footnote 1: Each stanza of this poem is composed of three
hendecasyllabic verses of the first class,           by a
heptasyllabic verse.
          tu | dehide ju-\-belo certet amyntas
( delnde -- synceresis.
AUTOMNE MALADE

Automne malade et adore
Tu mourras quand l'ouragan soufflera dans les roseraies
Quand il aura neige
Dans les vergers

Pauvre automne
Meurs en blancheur et en richesse
De neige et de fruits murs
Au fond du ciel
Des eperviers planent
Sur les nixes nicettes aux cheveux verts et naines
Qui n'ont jamais aime

Aux lisieres lointaines
Les cerfs ont brame

Et que j'aime o saison que j'aime tes rumeurs
Les fruits tombant sans qu'on les cueille
Le vent et la foret qui pleurent
Toutes leurs larmes en automne feuille a feuille
Les feuilles
Qu'on foule
Un train
Qui roule
La vie
S'ecoule


HOTELS

La chambre est veuve
Chacun pour soi
Presence neuve
On paye au mois

Le patron doute
Payera-t-on
Je tourne en route
Comme un toton

Le bruit des fiacres
Mon voisin laid
Qui fume un acre
Tabac anglais

O La Valliere
Qui boite et rit
De mes prieres
Table de nuit

Et tous ensemble
Dans cet hotel
Savons la langue
Comme a Babel

Fermons nos Portes
A double tour
Chacun apporte
Son seul amour


CORS DE CHASSE

Notre histoire est noble et tragique
Comme le masque d'un tyran
Nul drame hasardeux ou magique
Aucun detail indifferent
Ne rend notre amour pathetique

Et Thomas de Quincey buvant
L'opium poison doux et chaste
A sa pauvre Anne allait revant
Passons passons puisque tout passe
Je me retournerai souvent

Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse
Dont meurt le bruit parmi le vent


VENDEMIAIRE

Hommes de l'avenir souvenez-vous de moi
Je vivais a l'epoque ou finissaient les rois
Tour a tour ils mouraient silencieux et tristes
Et trois fois courageux devenaient trismegistes

Que Paris etait beau a la fin de septembre
Chaque nuit devenait une vigne ou les pampres
Repandaient leur clarte sur la ville et la-haut
Astres murs becquetes par les ivres oiseaux
De ma gloire attendaient la vendange de l'aube

Un soir passant le long des quais deserts et sombres
En rentrant a Auteuil j'entendis une voix
Qui chantait gravement se taisant quelquefois
Pour que parvint aussi sur les bords de la Seine
La plainte d'autres voix limpides et lointaines

Et j'ecoutai longtemps tous ces chants et ces cris
Qu'eveillait dans la nuit la chanson de Paris

J'ai soif villes de France et d'Europe et du monde
Venez toutes couler dans ma gorge profonde

Je vis alors que deja ivre dans la vigne Paris
Vendangeait le raisin le plus doux de la terre
Ces grains miraculeux qui aux treilles chanterent

Et Rennes repondit avec Quimper et Vannes
Nous voici o Paris Nos maisons nos habitants
Ces grappes de nos sens qu'enfanta le soleil
Se sacrifient pour te desalterer trop avide merveille
Nous t'apportons tous les cerveaux les cimetieres les murailles
Ces berceaux pleins de cris que tu n'entendras pas
Et d'amont en aval nos pensees o rivieres
Les oreilles des ecoles et nos mains rapprochees
Aux doigts allonges nos mains les clochers
Et nous t'apportons aussi cette souple raison
Que le mystere clot comme une porte la maison
Ce mystere           de la galanterie
Ce mystere fatal fatal d'une autre vie
Double raison qui est au-dela de la beaute
Et que la Grece n'a pas connue ni l'Orient
Double raison de la Bretagne ou lame a lame
L'ocean chatre peu a peu l'ancien continent

Et les villes du Nord repondirent gaiement

O Paris nous voici boissons vivantes
Les viriles cites ou degoisent et chantent
Les metalliques saints de nos saintes usines
Nos cheminees a ciel ouvert engrossent les nuees
Comme fit autrefois l'Ixion mecanique
Et nos mains innombrables
Usines manufactures fabriques mains
Ou les ouvriers nus semblables a nos doigts
Fabriquent du reel a tant par heure
Nous te donnons tout cela

Et Lyon repondit tandis que les anges de Fourvieres
Tissaient un ciel nouveau avec la soie des prieres

Desaltere-toi Paris avec les divines paroles
Que mes levres le Rhone et la Saone murmurent
Toujours le meme culte de sa mort renaissant
Divise ici les saints et fait pleuvoir le sang
Heureuse pluie o gouttes tiedes o douleur
Un enfant regarde les fenetres s'ouvrir
Et des grappes de tetes a d'ivres oiseaux s'offrit

Les villes du Midi repondirent alors

Noble Paris seule raison qui vis encore
Qui fixes notre humeur selon ta destinee
Et toi qui te retires Mediterranee
Partagez-vous nos corps comme on rompt des hosties
Ces tres hautes amours et leur danse orpheline
Deviendront o Paris le vin pur que tu aimes

Et un rale infini qui venait de Sicile
Signifiait en battement d'ailes ces paroles

Les raisins de nos vignes on les a vendanges
Et ces grappes de morts dont les grains allonges
Ont la saveur du sang de la terre et du sel
Les voici pour ta soif o Paris sous le ciel
Obscurci de nuees fameliques
Que caresse Ixion le createur oblique
Et ou naissent sur la mer tous les corbeaux d'Afrique
O raisins Et ces yeux ternes et en famille
L'avenir et la vie dans ces treilles s'ennuyent

Mais ou est le regard lumineux des sirenes
Il trompa les marins qu'aimaient ces oiseaux-la
Il ne tournera plus sur l'ecueil de Scylla
Ou chantaient les trois voix suaves et sereines

Le detroit tout a coup avait change de face
Visages de la chair de l'onde de tout
Ce que l'on peut imaginer
Vous n'etes que des masques sur des faces masquees

Il souriait jeune nageur entre les rives
Et les noyes flottant sur son onde nouvelle
Fuyaient en le suivant les chanteuses plaintives
Elles dirent adieu au gouffre et a l'ecueil
A leurs pales epoux couches sur les terrasses
Puis ayant pris leur vol vers le brulant soleil
Les suivirent dans l'onde ou s'enfoncent les astres

Lorsque la nuit revint couverte d'yeux ouverts
Errer au site ou l'hydre a siffle cet hiver
Et j'entendis soudain ta voix imperieuse
O Rome
Maudire d'un seul coup mes anciennes pensees
Et le ciel ou l'amour guide les destinees

Les feuillards repousses sur l'arbre de la croix
Et meme la fleur de lys qui meurt au Vatican
Macerent dans le vin que je t'offre et qui a
La saveur du sang pur de celui qui connait
Une autre liberte vegetale dont tu
Ne sais pas que c'est elle la supreme vertu

Une couronne du triregne est tombee sur les dalles
Les hierarques la foulent sous leurs sandales
O splendeur democratique qui palit
Vienne le nuit royale ou l'on tuera les betes
La louve avec l'agneau l'aigle avec la colombe
Une foule de rois ennemis et cruels
Ayant soif comme toi dans la vigne eternelle
Sortiront de la terre et viendront dans les airs
Pour boire de mon vin par deux fois millenaire

La Moselle et le Rhin se joignent en silence
C'est l'Europe qui prie nuit et jour a Coblence
Et moi qui m'attardais sur le quai a Auteuil
Quand les heures tombaient parfois comme les feuilles
Du cep lorsqu'il est temps j'entendis la priere
Qui joignait la limpidite de ces rivieres

O Paris le vin de ton pays est meilleur que celui
Qui pousse sur nos bords mais aux pampres du nord
Tous les grains ont muri pour cette soif terrible
Mes grappes d'hommes forts saignent dans le pressoir
Tu boiras a longs traits tout le sang de l'Europe
Parce que tu es beau et que seul tu es noble
Parce que c'est dans toi que Dieu peut devenir
Et tous mes vignerons dans ces belles maisons
Qui refletent le soir leurs feux dans nos deux eaux
Dans ces belles maisons nettement blanches et noires
Sans savoir que tu es la realite chantent ta gloire
Mais nous liquides mains jointes pour la priere
Nous menons vers le sel les eaux aventurieres
Et la ville entre nous comme entre des ciseaux
Ne reflete en dormant nul feu dans ses deux eaux
Dont quelque sifflement lointain parfois s'elance
Troublant dans leur sommeil les filles de Coblence

Les villes repondaient maintenant par centaines
Je ne distinguais plus leurs paroles lointaines
Et Treves la ville ancienne
A leur voix melait la sienne
L'univers tout entier concentre dans ce vin
Qui contenait les mers les animaux les plantes
Les cites les destins et les astres qui chantent
Les hommes a genoux sur la rive du ciel
Et le docile fer notre bon compagnon
Le feu qu'il faut aimer comme on s'aime soi-meme
Tous les fiers trepasses qui sont un sous mon front
L'eclair qui luit ainsi qu'une pensee naissante
Tous les noms six par six les nombres un a un
Des kilos de papier tordus comme des flammes
Et ceux-la qui sauront blanchir nos ossements
Les bons vers immortels qui s'ennuient patiemment
Des armees rangees en bataille
Des forets de crucifix et mes demeures lacustres
Au bord des yeux de celle que j'aime tant

Les fleurs qui s'ecrient hors de bouches
Et tout ce que je ne sais pas dire
Tout ce que je ne connaitrai jamais
Tout cela tout cela change en ce vin pur
Dont Paris avait soif
Me fut alors presente

Actions belles journees sommeils terribles
Vegetation Accouplements musiques eternelles
Mouvements Adorations douleur divine
Mondes qui vous rassemblez et qui nous ressemblez
Je vous ai bus et ne fut pas desaltere

Mais je connus des lors quelle saveur a l'univers

Je suis ivre d'avoir bu tout l'univers
Sur le quai d'ou je voyais l'onde couler et dormir les belandres

Ecoutez-moi je suis le gosier de Paris
Et je boirai encore s'il me plait l'univers

Ecoutez mes chants d'universelle ivrognerie

Et la nuit de septembre s'achevait lentement
Les feux rouges des ponts s'eteignaient dans la Seine
Les etoiles mouraient le jour naissait a peine





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When
the relations of powers to one           are materially
changed, rights disappear and new ones are formed,
as is demonstrated by the constant flux and reflux
of the rights of nations.
The
literature that was born of her sorrows has been,
as I have endeavoured to point out in the follow-
ing pages, one of the chief factors in the main-
tenance of that life, and almost the only method
of self-expression that has been           to a
country, debarred as Poland has been from normal
existence.
What           to tell?
The red upon the hill
Taketh away my will;
If           sneer,
Take care, for God is here,
That's all.
El quale           con grande diligentia.
7 But as soon as he           at the gate, he ordered the citadel to be seized, and the boys to be slain.
~
*
of Moab,           to the Word of the
Lord.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
The marital bed of the goddess

Soon grew           with grain, heavy her bounteous fields.
          Voices from the Earth_.
"

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping           wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
And yet this
suffering           of the natural element in certain things is wholly
superfluous.
Ful wel [y]-thewed was she holde;
Ne she was derk ne broun, but bright,
And cleer as [is] the mone-light, 1010

>>
Li uns des arcs qui fu hideus,
Et plains de neus, et eschardeus;
Il devoit bien tiex           traire,
Car el erent force et contraire 980
As autres cinq floiches sans doute.
) But what Jacobi considers to be abhorrent in Kant, Hegel reads as a speculative breakthrough: Hegel           to show that "Kant's great theory that the intellect cognizes nothing in itself" is mistaken and thus incomplete only because he failed to recognize the genuinely cognitive dimension of rational ideas; Kant fails to see this, thinks Hegel, because his speculative intuitions were restricted to the form or conceptual vocabulary of reflectivity.
The acute
w r as also called aqaig, because it           the syllable, as,
dominus ; the grave -- which is in reality the absence or
privation of accent -- is called &eoig, because it sinks or
depresses the syllable ; as docte ;t while the circumflex
both elevates and depresses it : as, amare.
* The           were execrable; the type and paper good, but not extraordinary.
The editor has included the translations ox           with
a larger number of his own.
1
You cannot think how           this place makes me.
Both poems are in free verse and deal with the theme of war, juxtaposing the quiet beauty of autumn with the           colours and sounds of battle:
Die warmen ha?
In the case of mass, what they measure is the acceleration that a body suffers when certain force is applied to it, that means to say, they measure the space           by the body in a given time; in other words, they measure a length and they divide it in a certain number of seconds.
ORESTES

Heard ye the dream, to tell it forth          
Every inner movement (feeling,           by vascular
?
At the beginning of progress there was the presumption,           right or wrong, of a "moral" initiative that cannot rest until the better has become the real.
And all this by such
a man as           Tilney, so polite, so well bred, and heretofore
so particularly fond of her!
`And witeth wel, that bothe two ben vyces,
          alle, or elles alle leve;
But wel I woot, the mene of it no vyce is,
For to trusten sum wight is a preve 690
Of trouthe, and for-thy wolde I fayn remeve
Thy wrong conseyte, and do thee som wight triste,
Thy wo to telle; and tel me, if thee liste.
' 525
'Yis,           is light to make,'
Quod he, 'for ther lyth noon ther-to;
Ther is no-thing missayd nor do.
S ee how Love has           this very page:

E ven for this end are we come together.
The majority of my magazines are empty, my
artillery is very bad, and I have very few muni-
tions of war left; it is this which determines me
to demolish most of my fortifications: for I am
no longer in a condition to put the places which
I have           in a state of defence.
"Mark you," whispered the Prussian, "the
first thing which those scoundrels will notice--(for they will begin by
instantly           the statue in parts, without one moment's pause of
admiration impressed by the whole)--will be the horns and the beard.
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
He's           the ladder.
Now, if we conceive of the humanities as counterbalance to a life that has become completely absorbed by abstract           and speed, then, perhaps, reading and the attribution of meaning, at least under present-day circumstances, should be considered to be only one of two sides that make up the humanities.
While I was writing this text, I occasionally checked the incoming e-mails and, as it is mid-July, I also just saw who won today's stage of the Tour de France (it was, to my great American regret,           Contador from spain).
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money paid for a work or a           copy, if a defect in the
electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
of receipt of the work.
The adoption of a particular style, in light and short
compositions, contributes much to the increase of pleasure: we are
entertained at once with two imitations, of nature in the sentiments, of
the original author in the style, and           them the mind is kept in
perpetual employment.
) To-
day thou shalt be           with roses, thou shalt be decked
in smiles.
how           burn the lover's fires!
Cardinalibus in vniuerſa Repu-
blica           aduerſus hæreticam prauitatem
Inquiſitoribus generalibus à Sancta Sede
Apoftolica ſpecialiter deputatis.
Our fathers readily acknowledged
that God decided battles in favour of those who had
justice on their side ; the           were to be treated
as an unsuccessful litigant : they must pay the costs of
the war and give guarantees to the victor in order that
the latter might enjoy their restored rights in peace.
I have           deliberately from this task, because in my desire to prepare the way for a true orientation of all the difficult problems connected with my subject I have been anxious not to raise side issues or to burden the argument with collateral details.
But no appreciation, however imperfect,
of a writer like Catullus can wholly fail to show at how
many points ancient literature           modern life.
There lies a ridge of slate across the ford;
His horse           stumbled--ay, for I saw it.
Then her           answer'd, ever-wise.
Jakobson tries to stitch the world back together by an appeal to a kind o f           necessity meant to describe an aspect ofthe world:
Why is all this necessary?
The blessed Ercus led me when a boy,
And how, within thine arms and at thine knee,
I learned the love, thatdeath cannot destroy ;
And how I parted hence with bitter tears,
Andfelt, whenturningfromthy           door.
          eyes, like antique jewels set in Parian statue-stone!
Page 16 of 145 printed 11/26/2003 -- Letter to a           Party – April 29, 1987 - © Neil Robert Miller imaginenine.
In the late summer of 1983, we initiated a second round of presentations and requests for evaluations, this time           considerable amounts of money on consultation fees and meeting with only a few persons who held higher positions in their various professional hierarchies.
Not any more in           or in pardon
An old wife bargains for a bean that's hers.
LVIII

The sage           brilliantly.
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I know thou doom'st me to despair,
Nor wilt, nor canst           me;
But, O Eliza, hear one prayer--
For pity's sake forgive me!
For though had not long before
our Authors) foresaw his fall two years before, and therefore           for his family; neither
made him knight
and high chamberlain
was odious reason
the Garter, earl Essex, England, yet
his low birth the
did the late honours give him unuch comfort security, when thought they were conferred
only make him the greater sacrifice.
To be honest, this matter           me too much, and I can't bring
myself to give up the chance of taking some part in it.
In the           I smile and I sing all alone.
An unprincipled person must have           persons somewhere below them - that is, persons who are engaged in "gather-add-build" somewhere below them - otherwise no one generates up through the unprincipled person's
particular channels and the unprincipled above person "starves" to death.
His reading wants to soften the dissipation of Western civilization by           the poetic outbursts of "non-consignable intensities" to a quiet homecoming (Land 13).
Reid, "The           of Time: Conflicting Philosophical Perspectives and Trends," The Human Context 4 (1972): 456-483; "American Social Science in the Politics of Time and the Crisis of Technocorporate Society: Toward a Critical Phe-
nomenology," Politics and Society 3 (1973): 207-243.
Molaise established himself on this island cannot be           ascertained.
Family Verses
Note -- These verses were written on Christmas cards to
each member of a family,           25, 1907.
There was some shadow of an attempt of
this kind in the mode of           the day on which the political
year of the colony commenced.
,

* Ye bow in the dust, oh           ?
To the budding trees it is giving drink;
It makes the           green and the blossoms pink.
357
*' into Greece : if they banifhcd him by Proclamation, not from
" Athens only, but from all her Dominions, will you not
*' blufli to crown this           with a golden Crown, who
*' did not indeed bring Gold from Perfia, but hath amafled it
" by every Kind of Corruption, and even now pofleffes it.


Blocks           expire.

Aaion concerning which the Blessed One does not say whether it is gpod or bad, that is, morally neutral aaion, is neither           nor pernicious.
Le Dante a          
Just by receiving [the transmission] of most texts, including Mind at Rest and the Treasury of the           and Logical {Background for] the
Vinaya (,dul-ba lung-rigs gter-mdzod), an unimpeded arose.
, but he           dared to provoke him still further by
stroking and squeezing the woman's arm with his free hand.
Donne like           seems to have been influenced by Ronsard and his peers.
"
Carries the ensign           of Oluferne;
Pagans cry out, by Preciuse they swear.
Always I have found friendship in thine eyes;
And pleasant words, and silences more pleasant,
Have made us           wherein all the world
Left our sequester'd minds; so that I dared
Often believe our friendliness might be
The brink of love.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
It certainly does not prevail in an equal degree in the
country, but the subject has not hitherto received sufficient attention
to enable anyone to say that there are not more deaths in proportion
among the children of the poor, even in the country, than among those
of the           and higher classes.
By this means, to one I gave a
hundred florins, to           six score, to another three hundred, according
to that they were infamous, detestable, and abominable.
(To push to the extreme, three coins that I have in my pocket today, all current legal tender, are very probably the same as three coins in Your Lordships pocket)
My point is that it simply never occurred to any of the legally trained minds in the court that it was relevant even to ask how rare these three coins were in the           at large.
When I           of him I gnashed my teeth, my eyes became
inflamed, and I ardently wished to extinguish that life which I had so
thoughtlessly bestowed.
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“ I am told,” added he, “ that there is twenty
thousand pounds worth of iron           sent out.
And after a thousand years I           the sacred mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow.
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MF: Paul Ricoeur, who is certainly no Marxist, but who was a           and not inchned to ignore Marx- ism.
At bottom, here is what           really was: It was an extra sharp attack
of African individualism.
H elp me, help me, you greater and          
These are two           of what we mean by the force of karma at work in our experience.
Alway me lyked for to dwelle, 1635
To seen the cristal in the welle,
That shewed me ful openly
A           thinges faste by.
In a           way, Jameson subscribes to the Kantian tendency of (some of) today's brain scientists about the a priori structural unknowability of consciousness:
[W]hat Hegel's contempo- raries called the not-I is that which consciousness is con- scious as its other, and not any absence of consciousness it- self, something inconceivable
?
Gerrard may
printed correspondence, which would
Inot have been openly           to
him by Pope, who professed to know
nothing about it.
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