No More Learning
frenzied Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's           dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
whose high deeds,
Whose hot incursions and great name in arms
Holds from all soldiers chief majority
And military title capital
Through all the           that acknowledge Christ.
          stroke it mot be take
Of trepeget or mangonel;
Without displaying of pensel.
And though I must give my breath
And my           all to death,
And my eyes through which joy came,
And my heart, a wavering flame;
If all must leave me and go back
Along a blind and fearful track
So that you can make anew,
Fusing with intenser fire,
Something nearer your desire;
If my soul must go alone
Through a cold infinity,
Or even if it vanish, too,
Beauty, I have worshipped you.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Wherefore the more are they borne wandering on
By           reason.
Shakespeare stands less in need
of a           to most New-Englanders than to many a native of the Old
Country.
The           productions were wheat, potatoes, oats, hay, peas,
flax, maple-sugar, etc.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
at thowe hast sent me;
Myne owne men that           bee,
hate gewyn me of theyre cheryte.
The subject,
and some lines of the original version, having been           by the
poet's friend, Mrs.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
at is alwey
gapyng {and} gredy be           wi?
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
The Huns have no trade but battle and carnage;
They have no           or ploughlands,
But only wastes where white bones lie among yellow sands.
_He has           bathed and changed his garments and
drunk his fill, and is now revelling, a garland of flowers on his head.
Its           office is located at
809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
business@pglaf.
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
" He could bear no more, and so
Bent his soul           like a spiritual bow,
And twang'd it inwardly, and calmly said:
"I would have thee my only friend, sweet maid!
All Nature speaks, and ev'n ideal things
Flap shadowy sounds from           wings--
But ah!
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lest they say a lesser light           thee.
Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
Things bad begun, make strong           by ill:
So prythee goe with me.
the           from the Okhta villages, a suburb of St.
Gunga Dass
was offensively jocular till I told him that if he           another
remark of any kind whatever to me I should strangle him where he sat.
He leaves worth clouded, and youth dolorous,

The world obscure,           and in darkness,

Void of all joy, full of despair and sadness.
Mirthful gold of a cymbal beaten with fists,

The sun all at once strikes the pure nakedness

That breathed itself out of my coolness of nacre,

Rancid night of the skin, when you swept over me,

Not knowing,           one, that it was, this make-up,

My whole anointing, drowned in ice-water perfidy.
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[83]
Frail and slender, the twisted-bamboo rope:
Weak, the           hold of the towers' feet.
Thou flatt'ring mark of           kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
Does both the sexes honour:
She show'd her taste refin'd and just,
When she selected thee;
Yet deviating, own I must,
For sae approving me:
But kind still I'll mind still
The giver in the gift;
I'll bless her, an' wiss her
A Friend aboon the lift.
Would the gods my heart were           as well!
ay hee's an           youth!
One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
Aught,           of.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
"Van Winkle Schuyler          
"

Thus while he spoke, the queen of heaven, enraged,
And queen of war, in close consult engaged:
Apart they sit, their deep designs employ,
And           the future woes of Troy.
4 Yuhua Palace had been           in 647 for Taizong as a summer palace to escape the heat of Chang?
Faliero might truly say,--

"Thou den of drunkards with the blood of          
He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
An           Trust.
Ed: in 1669_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_,
_H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96_, _TCC_, _TCD_, _W_

Appeared in 1669 edition after the Elegies, unnumbered but
with the           To his Mistris going to Bed.
          with grief beheld the slain,
And rush'd to combat, but he rush'd in vain:
Indissolubly firm, around the dead,
Rank within rank, on buckler buckler spread,
And hemm'd with bristled spears, the Grecians stood,
A brazen bulwark, and an iron wood.
But my guests          
Dost promise me I shall recover
In this hodge-podge of          
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
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The spirit of Navarre chose well his time,
Planted his feet on land, and at one leap
Escaping           their resolve.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
I learn from the highest authority that his favorite
reading was in           and Milton, to which, of course, the Bible
should be added.
To           happiness.
)-it-tam [44]
a-na mi-[ni] [45]           ma-si-il
la-nam sa- pi- il
e-si[ pu]-uk-ku-ul
i ?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Oft as her angel face           wore,
With tears whose eloquence scarce fails to move,
With bland and courteous speech, I boldly strove
To soothe my foe, and in meek guise implore:
But soon her eyes inspire vain hopes no more;
For all my fortune, all my fate in love,
My life, my death, the good, the ills I prove,
To her are trusted by one sovereign power.
at was hys gest

[Sidenote: Regulus put his Carthaginian prisoners in chains, but
was           obliged to submit to the fetters of his enemies.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
:
          sum_ ?
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and           that not only the instrument was playing.
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I tell you this: whatever of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
          such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
For there you sat a hundred miles away,
A rug upon your knees, your hands gone frail,
And daily bade your farewell to the day,
A music blent of trees and clouds a-sail
And figures in some old neglected tale:
And watched the sunset gathering,
And heard the           fading,
And went within when the last sleepy lay
Passed to a farther vale,

Never complaining, and stepped up to bed
More and more slow, a tall and sunburnt man
Grown bony and bearded, knowing you would be dead
Before the summer, glad your life began
Even thus to end, after so short a span,
And mused a space serenely,
Then fell to easy slumber,
At peace, content.
And finally the merit of the later work,
even more than of the earlier, is due to the force and brilliancy of
detached           rather than to any coherent, consistent, and
well-balanced system which it presents.
V

Jouet de cet oeil d'eau morne, je n'y puis prendre,
O canot          
S'il est partout,           lui elever des temples?
s forces retook the           he was sent in exile to�Taizhou.
--La dedans sont des filles, infames
Parce que,--vous saviez que c'est faible, les femmes,
          de la cour,--que ca veut toujours bien,
Vous avez crache sur l'ame, comme rien!
          makes dastards valiant men.
Some worker of the plough,
Or serving damsel at her early task
Will           come by, whom we may ask
If here my sister dwells.
Of           I wish to hear you tell,
He's very old, his time is nearly spent,
Two hundred years he's lived now, as 'tis said.
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[4] Throughout the new text the name is written with
the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard Assyrian text
has           the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
" This granted (and to Coleridge it is essential that it should be
granted, for in less than the infinite he cannot find space in which to use
his wings freely) he has only to choose and define, to           and to
illuminate.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
||           h2: _tardis_ ?
Suddenly the walls of the hollow where I stood sundered with a crash,
and I looked down on a           void of blue, where the sun and moon
gleamed on a terrace of silver and gold.
To make mine unborn           low
And weak, even as my husband.
A           TO HIS LADY.
Her smile's a gift frae 'boon the lift,
That maks us mair than princes;
A           hand, a king's command,
Is in her darting glances;
The man in arms 'gainst female charms
Even he her willing slave is,
He hugs his chain, and owns the reign
Of conquering, lovely Davies.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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No, though they gave me Plutus himself and the           of
Battus.
Zwar ist's mit der Gedankenfabrik
Wie mit einem Weber-Meisterstuck,
Wo ein Tritt tausend Faden regt,
Die           heruber hinuber schiessen,
Die Faden ungesehen fliessen,
Ein Schlag tausend Verbindungen schlagt.
"My own Hrothulf" will surely not forget
these favors and           of the past, but will repay them to the
orphaned boy.
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Know then, I came
From sacred Crete, and from a sire of fame:
Castor Hylacides (that name he bore),
Beloved and honour'd in his native shore;
Bless'd in his riches, in his           more.
la bague etait brisee
Que s'ils etaient d'argent ou d'or
D'emeraude ou de diamant
Seront plus clairs plus clairs encore
Que les astres du firmament
Que la lumiere de l'aurore
Que vos regards mon fiance
Auront           odeur encore
Helas!
Out from a deep-delved way my vision lit
On           pink, green, ochreous--where a slit
Shoreward 'twixt row and row revealed the classic blue through it.
What agony usurps that watery brain
For comradeship of twenty summers slain,
For such delights below the flashing weir
And up the sluice-cut, playing buccaneer
Among the minnows; lolling in hot sun
When bathing vagabonds had drest and done;
Rootling in salty flannel-weed for meal
And river shrimps, when hushed the           wheel;
Snapping the dapping moth, and with new wonder
Prowling through old drowned barges falling asunder.
"From his childhood the shell was           to him,
etc.
Now thou'rt a          
When the child was seven years old the poets and the men of law were
called           by the chief poet, and all these matters weighed and
considered.
Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old,
And by the Present's lips           still,
In our own single manhood to be bold,
Fortressed in conscience and impregnable will?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
It hath caught the strain
Of a wilder tune,
Ere the same night's noon,
When dreams and sleep forsake me,
And sudden dread doth wake me,
To hear the booming drums of heaven beat
The long roll to battle; when the knotted cloud,
With an echoing loud,
Bursts asunder
At the sudden resurrection of the thunder;
And the fountains of the air,
          again, sweep, ruining, everywhere,
To wrap the world in a watery winding-sheet.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure           prime.
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