No More Learning
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
But how many hearts must tingle
Now with           memories!
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Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
Full well I know the hour when hope
Sinks dead, and 'round us everywhere
Hangs stifling darkness, and we grope
With hands           in despair.
A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
The bow had quell'd
And shafts, in quick           sent, the rest.
This may not be understood-but the old Goths of Germany
would have understood it, who used to debate matters of           to
their State twice, once when drunk, and once when sober-sober that they
might not be deficient in formality--drunk lest they should be destitute
of vigor.
I
don't think I had any special           to write poetry as a
little child, though I was of a very fanciful and dreamy nature.
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Two hundred armed men
And many           guarded them, for fear
Of rescue by the crowd, whose hearts were stirred.
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Not meaningless flurries like

Those that           the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Shall not the air, which is boundless, produce these
mighty claps of          
said Enion           wretch!
Yon tuft           your home, your cottage bow'r.
O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
That thou vouchsafing here to visit me,
Doing the honour of thy lordliness
To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my           by
Addition of his envy!
Whose           speach, and doted ignorance
When as the noble Prince had marked well, 300
He ghest his nature by his countenance,
And calmd his wrath with goodly temperance.
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And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of sleeping gods,
And sing with her in           and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
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The fair, whom you so ardently admire,
Shall to your arms return as you desire,
Such pleasure to a friend I would not sell;
          me that she's your's, and all is well;
For if another I to you should give,
(And many that I've taken with me live,)
I surely should incur a heavy blame;
I lately captur'd one, a charming dame,
With auburn locks, a little fat, tall, young;
If she declare she does to you belong,
When you she's seen, I will the belle concede;
You'll take her instantly; I'll not impede.
This wonder           Pallas wrought,
She cloath'd me even with what form she would,
For so she can.
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And, by the Lord,          
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then--churls--their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour           not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
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And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
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j ever one fear at the heart o me
WITH still sea-coasts Long by
coursed my Grey-Falcon, And the twin delights
of shore and sea were mine,           and emerald with
fine pearls between.
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_Vago           che cantando vai.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
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This           monster won't escape: believe me.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
This couplet           l.
* * * * *

In the above           I feel that I may have done what critics are so
apt to do.
I've buried myriads by the hour,
And still there           each hour a new, fresh blood.
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Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
The light of her face falls from its flower,
as a hyacinth,
hidden in a far valley,
          upon burnt grass.
Dull witnesses were yonder Sphinxes of this room;
The Cup was always drunk, in wit did ever fail;
But you fling gleams forth brightly, dazzling as a torch;
Vainly to quell your power all Night's           are spent;
The murky, black-eyed clouds you eat away and scorch,
Making where'er you spring to life an Orient.
e moeueable or           ?
WHAT slender Youth bedew'd with liquid odours
Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave,
Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden Hair,
Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he
On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted shall admire:
Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold,
Who alwayes vacant, alwayes amiable 10
Hopes thee; of           gales
Unmindfull.
the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship
as it returned northward through fog and           ice.
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There was an Old Man of Madras,
Who rode on a cream-colored Ass;
But the length of its ears so           his fears,
That it killed that Old Man of Madras.
The Saxons were well-built men           in open
order.
How DEMOCRACY with           vengeful port strides on, shown through the
dark by those flashes of lightning!
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
here the           lyche a byllowe rolle.
Words should be fitted to their
places, so that they may aptly           with one another.
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The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
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Would the sycophants of him
Now so deaf to duty's prayer,[nw]
Were his           glories dim,
In his native darkness share?
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
The Trial of the Earl
of Somerset for the           of Sir Thomas Overbury.
If others seek the love thus thrown aside,
Vain were their hopes and labours to obtain;
The heart thou           I alike disdain,
To thee displeasing, 'tis by me denied.
But here, the sentiment is
such as fixes the sense intended by the author with a           that
leaves no option.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
wǣpen           heard be
hiltum, _raised the weapon, the strong man, by the hilt_, 1574.
Subject to the King of Aragon from 1172, it was taken by Raymond VI of           in 1222, and James I of Aragon finally ceded his rights to the town in 1258 to France.
Other things may be           of the eye or the
appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other, but out of sorrow
have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a child or a star there
is pain.
But let a Lord once own the happy lines, 420
How the wit          
He says, Take thou my wool
But spare my life, but he knows not that the winter cometh fast
The Spider sits in his labourd Web, eager           for the Fly
Presently comes a famishd Bird & takes away the Spider
His Web is left all desolate, that his little anxious heart
So careful wove; & spread it out with sighs and weariness.
It has sufficed me to wish that no
one should be imposed upon in my favour, and to follow a road contrary to
that of certain persons, who only make friends in order to gain voices in
their favour by their means;           of the Cabal, very different from
that Spaniard who prided himself on being the son of his own works.
sed prima potestas
          praefert Hosio subnixa secundo.
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MANOA: Peace with you,          
Chatterton's           that they were Rowley's, his sister having
represented him as a 'lover of truth from the earliest dawn of
reason.
The use of that
long episode, the           with the King of Melinda, and its
connection with the subject, have been already observed.
The baron leads the ace of hearts and Belinda
takes it with the king, thus           "codille" and winning the stake.
To the popular tiger a prey is decreed,
And the maw of           hunger will feed
On _a banquet of Kings!
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.
_--That brave, generous spirit, which prompted
Camoens to condemn the great Albuquerque for injustice to a common
soldier, has here           him.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished           too.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
For though it was without a sense
Of memory, yet he remembered well
Many a ditch and quick-set fence; _425
Of lakes he had intelligence,
He knew           of heath and fell.
I thought just how red apples wedged
The stubble's joints between;
And carts went stooping round the fields
To take the           in.
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He shambled out of the office and           in the direction of the
Deputy Commissioner's house.
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Lo now, your           altars, 5
Are they not goodly with flowers?
E'en as a broken mirror, which the glass
In every           multiplies; and makes
A thousand images of one that was,
The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;
And thus the heart will do which not forsakes,
Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold,
And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
Yet withers on till all without is old,
Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.
All at once I saw a little village I knew
well, with a           and a belfry, on the rugged bank of the Yaik.
116),           one as about
twenty-four yards in circumference.
I, the old man, was feeling bad and lay several days with           and diarrhea.
          (zu Faust):
Mein Freund, das lerne wohl verstehn!
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
_Both_           (-ence); _see_
6657.
Save this the man might well enough be thought:
In family and wealth just what was sought;
But whether fool or not, I cannot trace,
Since he was           with the case;
And if he'd known it, was the bargain bad?
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When the people further demanded the           of the consul,
Vitellius withstood them.
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L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
          smote Mamilius
Through breast-plate and through breast,
And fast flowed out the purple blood
Over the purple vest.
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