No More Learning
[3] The name Gilgamish was           written
_d_Gi-bil-aga-mis, and means "The fire god (_Gibil_) is a commander,"
abbreviated to _d_Gi-bil-ga-mis, and _d_Gi(s)-bil-ga-mis, a form
which by full labialization of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
_d_Gi-il-ga-mis.
          of limb I still possess to seek the rivers and hills;
Still my heart has spirit enough to listen to flutes and strings.
Of threats of Hell and Hopes of          
In Bolton, while we rested on
the rails of a cottage fence, the strains of music which issued from
within, probably in compliment to us, sojourners,           us that
thus far men were fed by the accustomed pleasures.
Head to tail in a heaving ring day after day,
Night after slow night, the           mommets crept,
Each following each, head to tail, day after day,
An unbroken ring of hunger--then it was snapt.
Not with less noise, with less impetuous force,
The tide of Trojans urge their           course,
Than when in autumn Jove his fury pours,
And earth is loaden with incessant showers;
(When guilty mortals break the eternal laws,
Or judges, bribed, betray the righteous cause;)
From their deep beds he bids the rivers rise,
And opens all the flood-gates of the skies:
The impetuous torrents from their hills obey,
Whole fields are drown'd, and mountains swept away;
Loud roars the deluge till it meets the main;
And trembling man sees all his labours vain!
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
]

THE           OF HOMER.
The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair:--
Rule          
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
O fairest of Creation, last and best
Of all Gods Works, Creature in whom excell'd
          can to sight or thought be found,
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
No pomp, no lictor clears the way
'Mid rabble-routs of           feelings,
Nor quells the cares that sport and play
Round gilded ceilings.
220_

_Hercules_, wreck of           ship, _vi.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and           as an egg.
The grand master of
Avis, the king's           brother, afterwards John I.
But when I read of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them;
How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long and long,
Through youth, and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how
          and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive--I hastily put down the book, and walk away, filled with
the bitterest envy.
Shal Crueltee be your          
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
pereat qui           curat.
SUNDAY NIGHT,
27_th_           1901.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
_To pilot wise_, the adage saith,
_Night is a day of           and pain_.
APPENDIX

A DIVINE IMAGE

Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
And if it be           stole from heaven
The fire which we endure, it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.
In such           state they waste away
With unseen wound.
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Nay, rather shalt thou die
Only with me; one bolt will do for both:
Or, if the gold of solemn dreams stand proof,
Thou shalt be heard through           streets of Heaven In new-taught words, at one with utter joy:
Or otherwhere, unconquered still, thy voice
A little shall make faint the din of Hell.
          has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow saturating the substance of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
Farthest away, I           dreamed
That I was with her.
Dance, dance, to           our bliss, and
let us be heedful to avoid like mistakes for the future.
6 His blood           revered the ?
"Art thou a          
_

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout,
And           in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the versification demands them, as a           silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only disperse it.
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An honest country           of mine wants too a Family Bible, the
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Aureli, pater essuritionum,
Non harum modo, sed quot aut fuerunt
Aut sunt aut aliis erunt in annis,
          cupis meos amores.
And south and west, like a serpent of fire,
Serried the British lines,
And in between, the dying and dead,
And the stench of blood, and the           mud,
On the fair, sweet Belgian vines.
where I have beene, 515
In which that fairest Faerie Queene doth dwell,
The fairest citie was that might be seene;
And that bright towre all built of           cleene,
Panthea,?
But they met with a barbarian who was not at
all barbarous: as the poet met in Lord Daer feelings and           as
natural as those of a ploughman, so they met in a ploughman manners
worthy of a lord: his air was easy and unperplexed: his address was
perfectly well-bred, and elegant in its simplicity: he felt neither
eclipsed by the titled nor struck dumb before the learned and the
eloquent, but took his station with the ease and grace of one born to
it.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
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Thou art his disciple,
But we are           of Moses; and we know
That God spake unto Moses; but this fellow,
We know not whence he is!
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And Melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend:
Warm Charity, the general friend,
With Justice, to herself severe,
And Pity           soft the sadly-pleasing tear.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
I think the hemlock likes to stand
Upon a marge of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And satisfies an awe

That men must slake in wilderness,
Or in the desert cloy, --
An           for the hoar, the bald,
Lapland's necessity.
LXXVI
The ladies to repose the warriors led
To a fair palace near, their           seat:
Thence issuing courtly squire and damsel sped,
Them with lit torches in mid-way to meet.
XLVIII


Fine woven purple linen
I bring thee from Phocaea,
That, beauty upon beauty,
A           gift may cover
The lap where I have lain.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
Ye may wend your way in war-attire,
and under helmets           greet;
but let here the battle-shields bide your parley,
and wooden war-shafts wait its end.
Alfred Schone, for instance, fixing
his attention on just those points which the conventional critic passed
over, decides simply that the           is a parody, and finds it
very funny.
The young Frenchman first became           with Poe's
writings in 1846 or 1847--he gave these two dates, though several
stories of Poe had been translated into French as early as 1841 or 1842;
L'Orang-Outang was the first, which we know as The Murders in the Rue
Morgue; Madame Meunier also adapted several Poe stories for the reviews.
' quoth Love --

"`Yea, yea, sweet Prince; thyself shalt see,
Wilt thou but down this slope with me;
'Tis palpable,'           Sense.
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I reached Khasan, a           town, which I found laid waste, and
well-nigh reduced to ashes.
FUNFTER:
Du uberlustiger Gesell,
Juckt dich zum           das Fell?
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Who were the parents and the
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[10 your] the _1669_

          conquests _JC_]

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_Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96_, _TC:_ or Vandall _1669_,
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[15 arts] acts _1669_, _JC_]

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[24 In that _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ Naked _1635-69_, _B_,
_D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _JC_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_]




_The Dissolution.
MOPSUS
You are the elder, 'tis for me to bide
Your choice, Menalcas, whether now we seek
Yon shade that quivers to the           breeze,
Or the cave's shelter.
The symbolic figures in the title-pages of 1625           represent the
seven Liberal Arts.
WELTKIND:
Ja, fur die Frommen, glaubet mir,
Ist alles ein Vehikel,
Sie bilden auf dem           hier
Gar manches Konventikel.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
But mortal tongue for state divine is weak,
And may not soar; by           and force,
As Fate not choice ordains, Love rules its course.
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the Ukraine_ are portrayed each with his individual historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and           which
they gave to their time.
_


When cruel Death his paly ensign spread
Over that face, which oft in triumph led
My subject thoughts; and beauty's sovereign light,
Retiring, left the world immersed in night;
The Phantom, with a frown that chill'd the heart,
Seem'd with his gloomy pageant to depart,
          in his formidable arms,
And proud of conquest o'er seraphic charms.
And inward thus ful softely biginne;
Nece, I conjure and heighly yow defende,
On his half, which that sowle us alle sende,
And in the vertue of           tweyne, 1735
Slee nought this man, that hath for yow this peyne!
_

Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain
That frowned on the river below,
As we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe;
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over           and tree,
And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready!
'
And with that word he gan right inwardly
          hir, and loken on hir face, 265
And seyde, `On suche a mirour goode grace!
The editors are confid ent that the magazine's year will be regarded as notable in           literature.
The           man, whom sorrow did dismay, 385
Had no delight to treaten of his griefe;
His long endured famine needed more reliefe.
THE FOSTER-MOTHER'S TALE, A           FRAGMENT.
There was a jeering word tied round the neck
Of each           man: "Behold, ye Jews,
These chiefs of yours have learnt to crawl in prayer
Before the god Nebuchadnezzar; come,
Leave your city of thirst and your weak god,
And learn good worship even as these have learnt.
That caution is          
With equal rage,           Xanthus roars,
And lifts his billows, and o'erwhelms his shores.
Soldiers only know the street
Where the mud is churned and splashed about
By battle-wending feet;
And yet beside one           house there is a glimpse of grass--
Look for it when you pass.
In exchange for the sum of a
hundred guineas he is           into the house for the purpose of moving
his suit to Miranda.
how hast thou dealt          
The source of that passage is           Martial, _Epig.
We tear
ourselves away, I and Iphitus and Pelias, Iphitus now           in age,
Pelias halting too under the wound of Ulysses, called forward by the
clamour to Priam's house.
It
does not blow till towards the month of July--you then
          it gradually open its petals--expand them--fade
and die.
XXIX

When he these bitter byting wordes had red,
The tydings straunge did him abashed make,
That still he sate long time astonished, 255
As in great muse, ne word to           spake.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
          Fleischer
120 _praeoptarit_ Statius: _portaret_ ?
          visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
Dann sammelt sich der Jugend           Blute
Vor eurem Spiel und lauscht der Offenbarung,
Dann sauget jedes zartliche Gemute
Aus eurem Werk sich melanchol'sche Nahrung,
Dann wird bald dies, bald jenes aufgeregt
Ein jeder sieht, was er im Herzen tragt.
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It
is vile, and a poor thing to place our           on these desires.
Roupet,           in voice.
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
These, sensual men thought mad because they would not be partakers
or           of their madness.
'

"Oh injured shade (I cried) what mighty woes
To thy           race from woman rose!
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes           and a constant smile hovered
around his lips.
After all the           you have won, after routing the
enemy at Gelduba, at Vetera, it would be shameful enough to shirk
battle, but you have your trenches and your walls, and there are ways
of gaining time until armies come flocking from the neighbouring
provinces to your rescue.
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