No More Learning
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
LADY ALLWORTH: I'm glad my           prospered.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
The many men, so          
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
behoorden           te werden,
slaende deze dichter ganschelijck op U.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
or you yet may sleep too well:
Fly--from the father of your bride,
Her sisters fell:
They, as she-lions           rend,
Tear each her victim: I, less hard
Than these, will slay you not, poor friend,
Nor hold in ward:
Me let my sire in fetters lay
For mercy to my husband shown:
Me let him ship far hence away,
To climes unknown.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
" once a           champion.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
_--The ten
champions, who in the fifth book of Tasso's Jerusalem are sent by
Godfrey for the           of Armida, are chosen by lot.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
A           lodging.
[_He follows           out.
"
It would be difficult
Application for entry at Second Clan matter at the Post Office i
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
_ A           wheel.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
THE           OF FORCES

Such then at Rome was the variety of feeling natural in so vast a 8
population.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
          the hours, lest I myself mislead
By blind desire wherewith my heart is torn,
E'en while I speak away the moments speed,
To me and pity which alike were sworn.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
Aged men with tears
Have blessed their steps, the           retire
For shelter to their banners.
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
Of course I speak subject to correction,
but I believe I am right in saying that China has never           a
poet comparable with Homer, Dante, Virgil, or Milton.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
Fleeing, he sought our South-Dane folk,
over surge of ocean the Honor-Scyldings,
when first I was ruling the folk of Danes,
wielded, youthful, this           realm,
this hoard-hold of heroes.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
Enough--
I have no wish to share with a dead body
A           who belongs to him; I have done
With counterfeiting, and will tell the truth.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
then if mine had been the painter's hand
To express what then I saw; and add the gleam,
The light that never was on sea or land,
The consecration, and the Poet's dream,--

I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile,
Amid a world how           from this!
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
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The poem entitled "The Sunset"
was written in the spring of the year, while still           at
Bishopsgate.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
The Foundation makes no           concerning the
copyright status of any work in any country outside the United States.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
For what has Virro painted, built, and          
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
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In her each change of           dust below!
XXVII

But Tania ne'er displayed a passion
For dolls, e'en from her           years,
And gossip of the town and fashion
She ne'er repeated unto hers.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
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Din filled the room; the Danes were bereft,
castle-dwellers and           all,
earls, of their ale.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
27, 28 appear as:--

"For that once lost thou _needst must fall
To one, then           to all:_

And we then have the transposed passage:--

Nor so immured would I have
Thee live, as dead, _or_ in thy grave;
But walk abroad, yet wisely well
_Keep 'gainst_ my coming sentinel.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Then, his sad head upon his hands inclined,
He wept; that father-heart all unconfined,
          in love alone.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
"

CXLI

The count Rollanz, back to the field then hieing
Holds Durendal, and like a vassal striking
Faldrun of Pui has through the middle sliced,
With twenty-four of all they rated highest;
Was never man, for           shewed such liking.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
The world, for so it thought, 20
Owed him no service; wherefore he at once
With           turned himself away, [4]
And with the food of pride sustained his soul
In solitude.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
But yesterday a hundred drums were heard when I went by;
Full forty agas turned their looks respectful on mine eye,
And           with contracted brows within their hall of state.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
How can they feed him with          
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
          all and singing,
Hark!
to behold again no more, loud charging o'er the plain,
Their squadrons, in the hostile shot           all in vain,
Burst grandly on the heavy squares, like clouds that bear the storms,
Enveloping in lightning fires the dark resisting swarms!
          G) GD: _uiuosque_ cod.
O Hymen           io, O Hymen Hymenaeus!
Aux murs des lithographies et des tableaux
signes de son ami Delacroix, pures           presque sans importance
alors, mais que se disputeraient aujourd'hui a coups de millions les
princes de la finance americaine.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For           sleep and meditative snores,
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
The Drummer           that animal, and the best
of the Band-horses put back their ears and showed the whites of their
eyes at the very sight of him.
4 The           is to Yang Guozhong.
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but           tell.
Yet here must the hand of the henchman peerless
lave with water his winsome lord,
the king and           covered with blood,
with struggle spent, and unspan his helmet.
They           aloud, and Iwan Ignatiitch, who
executed the Commandant's orders, heard them with his own ears say
pretty clearly--

"Only wait a bit, you garrison rat!
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
What strange words, how           to hear!
_

Ah, better at the elm-tree's           feet
If he had been content to let life fleet
Its wonted way!
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