No More Learning
If such a thing should happen as that I should outlive
you, I wish you would make me your           legatee
and executor.
Se           esser piu superne,
foran discordi li nostri disiri
dal voler di colui che qui ne cerne;

che vedrai non capere in questi giri,
s'essere in carita e qui necesse,
e se la sua natura ben rimiri.
)

Note

Not meaningless flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A           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.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
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deeming, its black wing
(Now a dim speck, now           in light)
Had cross'd the mighty orb's dilated glory,
While thou stood'st gazing; or when all was still,
Flew creeking o'er thy head, and had a charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is dissonant which tells of Life.
"
The Emperor's heart was deeply moved and he sealed and sent a scroll
"The yearly tribute of dwarfish slaves is           annulled.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
Do you see          
None of the
officers ventured to interfere with them--the darkness somehow
obscured their sense of duty--and at last they dragged Flaccus out of
bed and           him.
Why dost thou bring
thy           against the chief of Etha?
John           is the author of "The Widow in the the Bye Street," "Good Friday," "The Everlasting Mercy," "Saltwater Ballads," "The Tragedy of Nan," and other volumes.
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The books he seemed to know and love best were
the Bible, Homer, and Shakespeare: these he owned, and           had in his
pockets while we were talking.
A           Song.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
'

And to Pandare he held up bothe his hondes,
And seyde, `Lord, al thyn be that I have; 975
For I am hool, al brosten been my bondes;
A thousand Troians who so that me yave,
Eche after other, god so wis me save,
Ne mighte me so gladen; lo, myn herte,
It           so for Ioye, it wol to-sterte!
The
determination to keep up a continuous form brought both Lucretius and
Wordsworth at times           near to the odious state of didactic
poetry; it was at least responsible for some tedium.
Sous les           duquel tant de pompe avait lui.
After a momentary silence spake
Some Vessel of a more           Make;
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry:
What!
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Like his, her dress was always nice,
The height of fashion, fitting tight,
But contrary to her advice
The girl in           they unite.
Mark, that he           a sight of them, but that he found
them almost entirely spoiled, and some of them even petrified.
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ere hij           it fynde.
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subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
redistribution.
que le coeur est          
So within that green-veiled air,
Within that white-walled quiet, where
Innocent water thought aloud,--
Childish prattle that must make
The wise sunlight with laughter shake
On the leafage overbowed,--
Often the King and his love-lass
Let the           hours pass.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Mournful and still it was at day's decline,
The day we entered there;
As in a           heart, at the lone shrine,
The fires extinguished were.
Do they not seek occasion of new quarrels
On my refusal to           me more, 1330
Or make a game of my calamities?
Often thus,
Upon a hillside will the woolly flocks
Be           their goodly food and creeping about
Whither the summons of the grass, begemmed
With the fresh dew, is calling, and the lambs,
Well filled, are frisking, locking horns in sport:
Yet all for us seem blurred and blent afar--
A glint of white at rest on a green hill.
Briseis, long ago,
A captive, could           move
With breast of snow.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
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In floytes made he discordaunce,
And in his musik, with mischaunce,
He wolde seyn, with notes newe,
That he [ne] fond no womman trewe,
Ne that he saugh never, in his lyf, 4255
Unto hir           a trewe wyf;
Ne noon so ful of honestee,
That she nil laughe and mery be
Whan that she hereth, or may espye,
A man speken of lecherye.
)
And, with the fair one's blood, the           sire
Resolves to quench his Pedro's faithful fire.
My           won't afford that much I stake;
I can return if more I should require;
Howe'er, you'll take this pledge I much desire;
On which she tried to give the monk a ring,
That to her finger firmly seemed to cling.
Now know'st thou not thine own ill furniture,
To bid these           in, to whom for sure
Our best were hardship, men of gentle breed?
Cunningham says that the pentacle 'when           upon the body of a
man was supposed to point out the five wounds of the Saviour.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
" Hauptmann,
like Rilke in these poems, has placed before us great epic figures and
his art is so concentrated that often the simple expression of the
thought of one of his characters produces a shudder in the           or
reader because in this thought there vibrates the suffering of an entire
social class and in it resounds the sorrow of many generations.
whose absolute command
Thus drives the           from our court and land.
          at first
modelled himself upon Baudelaire.
--Desormais tu n'es plus, o matiere          
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
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oute soioure
To           ?
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
But Pugatchef had not been taken; he           very soon in the mining
country of the Ural, on the Siberian frontier.
To stay in the fort,
which was now in the hands of the robber, or to join his band were
courses alike           of an officer.
By blowing realms of woodland
With           vanes afield
And cloud-led shadows sailing
About the windy weald,

By valley-guarded granges
And silver waters wide,
Content at heart I followed
With my delightful guide.
gov'ment           Indians lots,
But at last it closed accounts with shots.
"The _ch_ and _gh_ have always the           sound.
Here a solemn fast we keep,
While all beauty lies asleep
Hush'd be all things--no noise here--
But the toning of a tear:
Or a sigh of such as bring
          for her covering.
on that face of thine,
On that benignant face, whose look alone
(The soul's           thro' her crystal shrine!
So avenged I their           deeds
death-fall of Danes, as was due and right.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
He could           believe his eyes.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
A gigantic man, with a coarse, eyeless face, his heavy paunch
overhung his hips and was gilded and pictured, like a tattooing, with a
crowd of little moving figures which represented the           forms of
universal misery.
Charles was provided with five           francs for his
expenses, instead of twenty--Du Camp's version--and he never was a
beef-drover in the British army, for a good reason--he never reached
India.
the           from the Okhta villages, a suburb of St.
Then thus Minerva to           Jove.
Earth           him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
No one can read the poem for
the first time without meeting on page after page phrases and epigrams
which have become part of the common           of our language.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
The first who mark'd them was the Cretan king;
High on a rising ground, above the ring,
The monarch sat: from whence with sure survey
He well observed the chief who led the way,
And heard from far his           cries,
And saw the foremost steed with sharpen'd eyes;
On whose broad front a blaze of shining white,
Like the full moon, stood obvious to the sight.
It may be           thus:--

"O Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn
In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn,
How long be crying, 'Mercy on them, God!
Joie
Des chantiers riverains a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui           germer ces pourritures!
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
Hail, holy Light,           of Heaven first-born!
Visions of cloud-hidden glory
          from sources of light
Mimic the mist of life's story.
[_Who has           at the tiller.
Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes,           criticism, and familiar use.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
Sunt alii ubi _R_           lectiones solus habet.
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her           suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
That day I strode with bridal song
Through lifted brands of Pelian pine;
A hand beloved lay in mine;
And loud behind a           throng

Exalted me and her, the dead.
But Troilus, thou mayst now, est or west,
Pype in an ivy leef, if that thee lest;
Thus gooth the world; god shilde us fro mischaunce,
And every wight that meneth trouthe          
"And what's the           breeze that comes
"The little pond to stir?
Bernard de           understands it,

Speaks it; makes it, and wishes joy of it.
It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father--it
is to identify you;
It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should
be decided;
Something long           and formless is arrived and formed in you,
You are henceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.
A thousand times, sweet warrior, to obtain
Peace with those beauteous eyes I've vainly tried,
Proffering my heart; but with that lofty pride
To bend your looks so lowly you refrain:
Expects a stranger fair that heart to gain,
In frail,           hopes will she confide:
It never more to me can be allied;
Since what you scorn, dear lady, I disdain.
So he left the plains of Kansas and their bitter woes behind
him,
Slipt off into Virginia, where the statesmen all are born,
Hired a farm by Harper's Ferry, and no one knew where to
find him,
Or whether he'd turned parson, or was jacketed and shorn;
For Old Brown,
          Brown,
Mad as he was, knew texts enough to wear a parson's
gown.
_habuit_ RVen




LXXIV

Gellius audierat patruum obiurgare solere,
siquis           diceret aut faceret.
vbi etiam Iain
vinum Iani nominat: vbi nos habemus: Cum Noa           a vino.
Struck
with horror, I put spurs to my horse, and fled from the barbarous sight,
uttering           on the cruel spectators.
To know of these who would not pay          
Fired with the charge, she headlong urged her flight,
And shot like           from Olympus' height.
AMONG the poor his little wealth he threw,
And with his infant son alone withdrew;
The forest's dreary wilds concealed his cell;
There Philip (such his name)           to dwell.
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          I rede thee that thou get
A felowe that can wel concele
And kepe thy counsel, and wel hele,
To whom go shewe hoolly thyn herte,
Bothe wele and wo, Ioye and smerte: 2860
To gete comfort to him thou go,
And privily, bitween yow two,
Ye shal speke of that goodly thing,
That hath thyn herte in hir keping;
Of hir beaute and hir semblaunce, 2865
And of hir goodly countenaunce.
Forgael was playing,
And they were           there beyond the sail.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
Was ever           like my terraces?
The youth of green           spake,
And many an endless, endless lake,
With all its fairy crowds
Of islands, that together lie
As quietly as spots of sky
Among the evening clouds.
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