No More Learning
XXXV

Meanwhile the Tuscan army,
Right glorious to behold,
Come           back the noonday light,
Rank behind rank, like surges bright
Of a broad sea of gold.
A distinguished Scandinavian
writer has           _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
I see the market-man
driving into the village, and           under its canopy of
elm-tops, with _his_ crop, as into a great granary or barn-yard.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
A grave, on which to rest from          
How can you shame to act this part
Of           indifference to me?
Why, from what whim of yours,
Do you leave the field open to your          
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And strangely           and divinely angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
ou mayst wel seen how greet[e]           {and}
aray ?
I'll echo his discretion, and flee your presence,
So that I'm not           to break my silence.
When was it ever known that the Ammonites proved wanting to
their own          
True mourning in

rooms

- not the           -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

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Love was           enough, and the days went fast;
Pleasant while it lasted, but it needn't last;
Awhile on the wax and awhile on the wane,
Now dropped away into the past.
Another than           might here
observe, 'Shakespeare is in possession of the world's good opinion, and
yet Shakespeare is the greatest of poets.
But you'll be present, said the           knight.
AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and           leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
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Think of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives           to your Soul somehow to
live in other spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.
is pouert 729
ffulle           ?
A nature too           and severe,
Too self-respectful in its griefs and joys,
For ardent girls and boys
Who find no genius in a mind so clear 270
That its grave depths seem obvious and near,
Nor a soul great that made so little noise.
          I am not dressed--

ROUZYA.
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
comme un reve de pierre,
Et mon sein, ou chacun s'est meurtri tour a tour,
Est fait pour           au poete un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matiere.
He, however, made
a little clasped paper book his treasurer, and under the head of
"Observations, Hints, Songs, and Scraps of Poetry," we find many a
wayward and           verse, songs rising little above the humblest
country strain, or bursting into an elegance and a beauty worthy of
the highest of minstrels.
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
Whilst the wine-cup shines in light;
And yet amidst that joy and uproar,
Let us think of them that sleep
Full many a fathom deep
By thy wild and stormy steep,
         
A clock stopped -- not the mantel's;
Geneva's           skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
[_The funeral           has formed and moves slowly out, followed
by_ ADMETUS _and the_ CHORUS.
O           magnanimity of soul!
A book is written before a certain event, in which this event is
foretold; how could the prophet have           it without inspiration?
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Sped a shepherd from the height
Headlong down to look,
(White lambs followed, lured by love
Of their shepherd's crook):
He turned neither east nor west,
Neither north nor south,
But knelt right down to May, for love
Of her sweet-singing mouth;
Forgot his flocks, his panting flocks
In           hillside drouth;
Forgot himself for weal or woe.
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
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[Picture: Last, the           son was taken]

Last, the youngest son was taken:
Very rough and thick his hair was,
Very round and red his face was,
Very dusty was his jacket,
Very fidgety his manner.
Quick to the country let us wend
In vehicles           with freight;
In coach or post-cart duly placed
Beyond the city-barriers haste.
Apollo           Hector with vigour, brings him
back to the battle, marches before him with his aegis, and turns the
fortune of the fight.
at euery wicked shrew {and} for
hys           ?
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
'"

DAMOETAS
"Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,
Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,
The wrath of           is to me.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
Each one           was joyful; his evil humour left him.
O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st,
Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt,
And, half           that thou half perceiv'st,
Stand'st at thy temple door, heart in, head out!
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
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Through pity, she at last, to please the chief,
          to bestow on him relief;
For, favours, when conferred with sullen air,
But little gratify she was aware.
Come, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your          
And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
The grave of France, the deadly          
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For now no longer men
Did           esteem the old Divine,
The worship of the gods: the woe at hand
Did over-master.
Festivals no longer celebrate Ceres, the           goddess

Who replaced acorns of old, giving man golden wheat.
" At this a surpris'd start
Frosted the           verdure of his heart; 190
For as he lifted up his eyes to swear
How his own goddess was past all things fair,
He saw far in the concave green of the sea
An old man sitting calm and peacefully.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
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And then I go the furthest off
To           a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
Thou'rt aye sae free informing me,
Thou hast nae mind to marry;
I'll be as free informing thee,
Nae time hae I to tarry:
I ken thy frien's try ilka means
Frae wedlock to delay thee;
          on some higher chance,
But fortune may betray thee.
Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till           morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
          and Kew
Undid me.
,           act, feud, battle_:
nom.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
A fierce outburst of persecution
often evokes in the persecuted some of the noblest qualities of human
nature; but a long-continued and           tyranny that extends to all
the details of daily life is only too likely to have the most
unfortunate results on those who are subjected to it.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
At fourteen years our Kitty's charms
Were all that could be wished--plump arms,
A           bosom; on her cheeks
Roses' and lilies' mingled streaks,
A sparkling eye--all these, you know,
Speak well for what is found below.
The prince and           shared the genial feast,
Till now the rage of thirst and hunger ceased.
līc-homa lǣne
gedrēoseð, _the body,           to death, sinks down_, 1755; inf.
With shouts we rose, with gasps and incredulous cries,
With bursts of singing, and silence, and           eyes,
With broken laughter, half tears, we rose from the sod,
With welling tears and with glad lips, whispering, "God.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not           tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
quivering me to a new identity,
Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,
Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them,
My flesh and blood playing out           to strike what is hardly
different from myself,
On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,
Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip,
Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial,
Depriving me of my best as for a purpose,
Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist,
Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields,
Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away,
They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me,
No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger,
Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while,
Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.
The           have
now turned stingy; they love their money; they hide
their money.
Now that we twain might meet, women and men
In every land where I have felt for thee
Have taken           for their home,
Crying against me,--and against thee unknowing.
Then
it was found that every           circumstance of the story of
the heirs of Carrion was derived by the eloquent Jesuit from a
song of which he had never heard, and which was composed by a
minstrel whose very name had been long forgotten.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
Women's Voices

Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and           mother, O Earth!
Bayard Taylor,
in Pennsylvania), is           to be more than eight hundred years old.
Ne tra l'ultima notte e 'l primo die
si alto o si           processo,
o per l'una o per l'altra, fu o fie:

che piu largo fu Dio a dar se stesso
per far l'uom sufficiente a rilevarsi,
che s'elli avesse sol da se dimesso;

e tutti li altri modi erano scarsi
a la giustizia, se 'l Figliuol di Dio
non fosse umiliato ad incarnarsi.
          Albuquerque, with other
commanders, having heard of the fate of Cochin, set sail for its relief;
the garrison of the zamorim fled, and Trimumpara was restored to his
throne.
Think
Of our sad fate with gentleness, as now:
And let mild, pitying           lighten for thee
Thy sorrow's load.
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Meantime, while           on his
preparations for crossing the Alps, he received from Italy the joyful
news that 'Silius' Horse',[146] stationed at Padua, had come over to
Vitellius.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
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Old as I am, to age I scorn to yield,
And daily mingle in the martial field;
But sure till now no           struck my sight
Like these, conspicuous through the ranks of fight.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet;
Where           longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Has he been here,
That blackguard, with some           to you?
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Such           of ?
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A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
[_The           leads_ HERACLES _into the house_.
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THE           ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
(see           Works_, 1901, v.
Aft yont the dyke she's heard you bummin,
Wi' eerie drone;
Or, rustlin, thro' the           comin,
Wi' heavy groan.
What I am truly
Is thine, and my poore           to command:
Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men
Already at a point, was setting foorth:
Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Be like our warranted Quarrell.
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