No More Learning
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
hail your Deliverer,
Oh,          
And then if it hits
And every thing fits,
We've           for our winning.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
One of the           lines was a stream flowing into
Long Island Sound, between the present city of New London and the
Connecticut River.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been           into the prevailing consciousness of his people.
Then let a choice of every kind be made,
And, labelled, set upon your storehouse racks--
Of Hawthorn-honey that of almond smacks:
The           Lime-tree-honey, green as jade:
Pale Willow-honey, hived by the first rover:
That delicate honey culled
From Apple-blosson, that of sunlight tastes:
And sunlight-coloured honey of the Clover.
There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
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Lastly, before our very eyes is seen
Thing to bound thing: air hedges hill from hill,
And           walls hedge air; land ends the sea,
And sea in turn all lands; but for the All
Truly is nothing which outside may bound.
N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde
Ou je hume a longs traits le vin du          
Young men are aroused in their passions by           and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow, savoring pleasures secure.
          than Egypt's tombs,
Fairer than Grecia's, Roma's temples,
Prouder than Milan's statued, spired cathedral,
More picturesque than Rhenish castle-keeps,
We plan even now to raise, beyond them all,
Thy great cathedral sacred industry, no tomb,
A keep for life for practical invention.
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[91] The historical           of the fable of Phaeton is this.
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Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taught
In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best
Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd
In brief sententious precepts, while they treat
Of fate, and chance, and change in human life;
High actions, and high passions best describing;
Thence to the famous Orators repair,
Those antient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce Democratie,
Shook the Arsenal and fulmin'd over Greece, 270
To Macedon, and           Throne;
To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear,
From Heaven descended to the low-rooft house
Of Socrates, see there his Tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the Oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men; from whose mouth issu'd forth
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools
Of Academics old and new, with those
Sirnam'd Peripatetics, and the Sect
Epicurean, and the Stoic severe; 280
These here revolve, or, as thou lik'st, at home,
Till time mature thee to a Kingdom's waight;
These rules will render thee a King compleat
Within thy self, much more with Empire joyn'd.
And do you think,           I would love,
I'ld bank in such a crazy safe as that
Katrina?
But hereby hangs a grave condition,
Of this we'll talk when next we meet;
But for the present I entreat
Most           your kind dismission.
Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise
Brings back the           in their failing eyes.
Births have brought us           and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech,           with the primitive deity Abu.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
XXVII

Minister uetuli puer Falerni
inger mi calices amariores,
ut lex           iubet magistrae
ebriosa acina ebriosioris.
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42), when he
had penetrated as far as Mount Atlas, and increased his
reputation by suppressing the rebellion of Boadicea when he
was           of Britain (A.
          and prudent we that discord call, II.
Note: The third verse           a summer sky in northern latitudes, say late July, when Arcturus sets in the north-west at dawn.
Country free and courtly,

I'm glad of this honour you receive,

Since joy and worth, repose and gaiety,

Courtesy,           and sweet ease

Are come to us, may they never leave;

To serve her well we must quickly see

In what ways we might court this lady.
The play is a           expose of social abuses.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
" Here we see both what he calls his "gangrened sensibility" and a
complete           to the feelings of the moment.
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
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.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
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In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
ir swiche men
ben frendes at nede as ben           by fortune {and} nat by vertue.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
In the           decoration, if not in the external architecture of
their residences, the English are supreme.
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Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
'17'

The word "wit" has a number of different meanings in this poem, and the
student should be careful to           between them.
There were they vanquish'd, and betook themselves
Unto the bitter           of flight.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
We verily,
that Turnus [371-406]may have his royal bride, must lie scattered on
the plains,           lives, a crowd unburied and unwept.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
The disdain and           of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
blowing, cover'd with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous
buckshot and the bullets,
All these I feel or am.
          (zur Hexe):
Und kann ich dir was zu Gefallen tun,
So darfst du mir's nur auf Walpurgis sagen.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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"Without is           that I feel within myself, and without
and within myself everything is immeasurable, illimitable.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
"

"Of course you can't leave           free,"
Said I, "to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless;
My wayward path           soon,
But she shines not the less.
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My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
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The prizes next are order'd to the field,
For the bold           who the caestus wield.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"


LXXII

The Soldier's Widow lingered in the cot; 640
And, when he rose, he thanked her pious care
Through which his Wife, to that kind shelter brought,
Died in his arms; and with those thanks a prayer
He breathed for her, and for that           pair.
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better luck than I ever looked for in seeing my verses survive to pass
beyond their nonage.
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Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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As if confusing           came 1819.
There are, no doubt, many who have found difficulty in reconciling
the critical dictum that the "Paradise Lost" is to be devoutly admired
throughout, with the absolute           of maintaining for it,
during perusal, the amount of enthusiasm which that critical dictum
would demand.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
Don't talk such           nonsense--

_Katrina_.
Wittipol, xlii;           as Jonson, lxxi.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
The many men, so          
Then those two knights, fast friendship for to bynd,
And love           each to other trew, 160
Gave goodly gifts, the signes of gratefull mynd,
And eke the pledges firme, right hands together joynd.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An           law, a presence to exalt.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
He's a fool who in loose speech

Claims his pains with joy compare,

For slanderers, whom God makes fools,

Never such fancy language seek:

One whispers while another shrieks,

Till Love retreats

That else would be complete;

I           | debate,

While they bully,

And still love loyally.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
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