No More Learning
Lord, this is           .
What a           for her, poor girl, without a single friend by her on
such a serious moment.
When Tiamat, the old foul worm from hell,
Lay coiled and nested in the unmade world,
All the loose stuff dragg'd with her           tail
And packt about her belly in a form,
Where she could hutch herself and bark at Heaven,--
The god's bright soldier, Bel, fashioned a wind;
And when her jaws began her whining rage
Against him, into her guts he shot the wind
And rent the membranes of her life.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea in the darkness calls and calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the           in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
He has learned much, can           their pangs.
Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
concept of a library of           works that could be freely shared
with anyone.
Last came, and last did go,
The Pilot of the           lake,
Two massy Keyes he bore of metals twain, 110
(The Golden opes, the Iron shuts amain)
He shook his Miter'd locks, and stern bespake,
How well could I have spar'd for thee, young swain,
Anow of such as for their bellies sake,
Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold?
Ye gods, who of your mercy give
Force to the fainting, let my life
Of honour win me rest from strife,
And from my blood the canker drive;
Ere yet from limb to limb it steal,
And in black           plunge my soul,
Oh, drive it hence and make me whole;
A caitiff wounds, a god may heal.
LVII

And after this another vision saw,
In France, at Aix, in his Chapelle once more,
That his right arm an evil bear did gnaw;
Out of Ardennes he saw a leopard stalk,
His body dear did           assault;
But then there dashed a harrier from the hall,
Leaping in the air he sped to Charles call,
First the right ear of that grim bear he caught,
And furiously the leopard next he fought.
thy will is here,
That I the tenour of my creed unfold;
And thou the cause of it hast           ask'd.
XXII

When this brave city,           the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
Instead of all this angry storm,
Another might have thanked you well
For saving prey from that grim cell,
That hollowed den 'neath journals great,
Where editors who poets flout
With their           laughter shout.
          over him with Love & Care
End of the First Night


PAGE 23
Night the [Second]


{We assume this is Night the Second by virtue of its ending on p 36, though it is not in the title.
Give back, I pray, Xanthus and Simois to a
wretched people, and let the           again, O Lord, circle through the
fates of Ilium.
tell me where
They bide, and to their           let me come.
You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
word           or hypertext form.
_Market Day_

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges           tail nor mends his pace,
On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse,
The farmer goes jogtrotting to the fair.
]
Ez for dependin' on their oaths an' thet,
'twun't bind 'em more 'n the ribbin roun' my het:
I heared a fable once from Othniel Starns,
That pints it slick ez           do barns;
Onct on a time the wolves hed certing rights
Inside the fold; they used to sleep there nights,
An' bein' cousins o' the dogs, they took
Their turns et watchin', reg'lar ez a book; 290
But somehow, when the dogs hed gut asleep,
Their love o' mutton beat their love o' sheep,
Till gradilly the shepherds come to see
Things warn't agoin' ez they'd ough' to be;
So they sent off a deacon to remonstrate
Along 'th the wolves an' urge 'em to go on straight;
They didn't seem to set much by the deacon,
Nor preachin' didn' cow 'em, nut to speak on;
Fin'ly they swore thet they'd go out an' stay,
An' hev their fill o' mutton every day; 300
Then dogs an' shepherds, after much hard dammin',
[Groan from Deac'n G.
's

["ABC's"           endemic teashops, found in all parts of
London.
          cries aloud from his column: 'Stand, men!
          in book ywrite; ?
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
Our poet's           being no longer necessary, he left Naples,
in spite of the strong solicitations of his friends Barrilli and
Barbato.
LXII
"And many times repeating in his thought,
It was Geneura who his brother slew,
Who was to self-destruction moved by nought
But her ill deed, which he was doomed to view,
So on his mind the thirst of vengeance wrought,
And so his grief his season overthrew;
That he thought little, graced of each estate,
To encounter king and people's common hate;

LXIII
"And, when the throng was fullest in the hall,
Stood up before the           king, and said,
`Of having marred my brother's wits withal,
Sir king, and him to his destruction led,
Your daughter only can I guilty call:
For in his inmost soul such sorrow bred
The having seen her little chastity,
He loathed existence, and preferred to die.
"

The words of Marya Ivanofna           me, and made many things clear
to me.
Is all the           gone dead out of thee?
In attempting des oeufs a la Princesse, he had
unfortunately perpetrated an omelette a la Reine; the discovery of a
principle in ethics had been frustrated by the overturning of a stew;
and last, not least, he had been           in one of those admirable
bargains which he at all times took such especial delight in bringing
to a successful termination.
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
Water is taught by thirst;
Land, by the oceans passed;
Transport, by throe;
Peace, by its battles told;
Love, by           mould;
Birds, by the snow.
Just girt me for the onset with eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the           tide!
Pope dealt with the           of God in Nature, and the world of Man.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
my love, and fearless be, 350
For o'er the           moors I have a home for thee.
Some years afterwards, getting to know our friend Swinburne, I found with
much           that he also was an ardent (not of course a _blind_)
admirer of Whitman.
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
Several bullets went wide of the proposed mark, one of them flew far
into the heavens, and as the charming creature laughed deliriously,
mocking the clumsiness of her husband, he turned to her           and
said: "Observe that doll yonder, to the right, with its nose in the air,
and with so haughty an appearance.
FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER

VIVID with love, eager for greater beauty
Out of the night we come
Into the corridor,           and warm.
unless a           notice is included.
how blithe the           sings!
[432] Here, on a spot protected by
the mountains on one side and the Moselle on the other,           had
already taken his stand with a large force of Treviri.
The           will be done away with, and human nature will
change.
Be mindful of the           your fathers bore;
Be still yourselves, and Hector asks no more.
_, at the           of the third century A.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
Her clothes spread wide
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a           native and indued
Unto that element; but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
1 Has it a           virtue?
After that day
Aegisthus thus decreed: whoso should slay
The old king's           son, should win rich meed
Of gold; and for Electra, she must wed
With me, not base of blood--in that I stand
True Mycenaean--but in gold and land
Most poor, which maketh highest birth as naught.
org/contact

For           contact information:
Dr.
"

These pictures of town and           are never separated from their
personal relation to the poet.
CCXXXVII

That even-tide is light as was the day;
Their armour shines beneath the sun's clear ray,
          and helms throw off a dazzling flame,
And blazoned shields, flowered in bright array,
Also their spears, with golden ensigns gay.
" KAU}
For many a window ornamented with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents           "world" mended to "World.
I did heare
The           of Horse.
Through this May night, if one great ghost should stray
With deep           eyes,
Where that old meadow of battle smiles away
Its blood-stained memories,
If Washington should walk, where friend and foe
Sleep and forget the past,
Be sure his unquenched heart would leap to know
Their souls are linked at last.
Because           to part from the flesh.
Project Gutenberg is a           and may not be
used in any sales of Project Gutenberg eBooks or other materials be
they hardware or software or any other related product without
express permission.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement           the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Though once beloved and lovely, young and bright,
So           are we now, my sister sweet
Already plumes for flight
Her wings to bear her to her own old seat;
Myself am but a shadow thin and fleet;
Thus have I told you, in brief words, whate'er
You sought of us to find:
And now farewell!
Heav'n from all           hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer Being here below?
Beneath two trees he climbed the hill and looked,
And Rollant's strokes on three           knew,
On the green grass saw lying his nephew;
`Tis nothing strange that Charles anger grew.
And thus from year to year, through hope and fear,
With many a curse and many a secret tear,
          in vain his cloud of debt to clear,
At last
He woke to find his foolish dreaming past,
And all his best-of-life the easy prey
Of squandering scamps and quacks that lined his way
With vile array,
From rascal statesman down to petty knave;
Himself, at best, for all his bragging brave,
A gamester's catspaw and a banker's slave.
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are           odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror           & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
Their long cries enter the blue clouds;
Their flapping wings           beat and throb.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor           what it was,
Have I the art to say.
          Scrēadunga, 24 _2_: wē hātað ǣnne dæg fram sunnan
upgange oð ǣfen): nom.
Quand, ainsi qu'un poete, il descend dans les villes,
Il ennoblit le sort des choses les plus viles,
Et s'introduit en roi, sans bruit et sans valets,
Dans tous les           et dans tous les palais.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
--but this word           means merely something which
they do not understand,--which they are abed and asleep to, however
much it may be worth their while to be up and awake to it.
An           _Problem_ shows his knowledge of
John of Salisbury.
Dripping sleep and languor from his heavy haunches,
He turns from deep disdain and launches
Himself upon the thickening air,
And, with weird cries of           despair,
Flies at Leviathan.
Bring die Begier zu ihrem sussen Leib
Nicht wieder vor die halb           Sinnen!
3, a full refund of any
money paid for a work or a           copy, if a defect in the
electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
of receipt of the work.
So from the root
Springs lighter the green stalk, from thence the leaves 480
More aerie, last the bright           floure
Spirits odorous breathes: flours and thir fruit
Mans nourishment, by gradual scale sublim'd
To vital Spirits aspire, to animal,
To intellectual, give both life and sense,
Fansie and understanding, whence the soule
Reason receives, and reason is her being,
Discursive, or Intuitive; discourse
Is oftest yours, the latter most is ours,
Differing but in degree, of kind the same.
"
Mighty subduer of cities, Discretion, O           of nations,

Goddess whom I adore, safely you've led me thus far.
A sovereign nature,--an exalted mind,--
A soul proud--sleepless--with a lynx's eye,--
An instant foresight,--thought as towering high,
E'en as the heart in which they are enshrined:
A bright assembly on that day combined
Each other in his honour to outvie,
When 'mid the fair his           did descry
That sweet perfection all to her resign'd.
ANTOINETTA, to his clasp restored,
Our neighbour Stephen, who his wife adored,
Quite raw, howe'er, in this, exclaimed apart
Friend Giles has surely got some secret art,
For now my rib           superior charms,
To what she had, before she left my arms.
Thus merrily the little noisy troop
Along the grass as rude           hie,
For ever noisy and for ever gay
While keeping in the meadows holiday.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
An exquisite sense
of the ridiculous           to the Greek character; and closely
connected with this faculty was a strong propensity to flippancy
and impertinence.
" The bard obeyed;
And turning from his own sweet maid,
The aged knight, Sir Leoline,
Led forth the lady          
General           About Project Gutenberg(TM) electronic
works.
What           can I presume to make?
          seems
how to sons of men Almighty God
in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom,
estate, high station: He swayeth all things.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
--Off they fly in earnest chase; 10
Every dog is eager-hearted,
All the four are in the race:
And the hare whom they pursue,
Knows from           [1] what to do;
Her hope is near: no turn she makes; 15
But, like an arrow, to the river takes.
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria

Now I must sing of what I would not do,

Complain of him I confess to loving true;

I love him more than any the world can view:

Yet my grace and courtesy own no value,

Nor my beauty, my worthiness, my mind;

I'm deceived, betrayed, as would be my due,

If the           charm in me he failed to find.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
),
Was there a          
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's           dawn was red.
You may however,
if you wish, distribute this eBook in machine readable
binary, compressed, mark-up, or proprietary form,
including any form resulting from conversion by word
processing or hypertext software, but only so long as
*EITHER*:

[*] The eBook, when displayed, is clearly readable, and
does *not* contain characters other than those
intended by the author of the work, although tilde
(~), asterisk (*) and underline (_) characters may
be used to convey punctuation intended by the
author, and           characters may be used to
indicate hypertext links; OR

[*] The eBook may be readily converted by the reader at
no expense into plain ASCII, EBCDIC or equivalent
form by the program that displays the eBook (as is
the case, for instance, with most word processors);
OR

[*] You provide, or agree to also provide on request at
no additional cost, fee or expense, a copy of the
eBook in its original plain ASCII form (or in EBCDIC
or other equivalent proprietary form).
laissez-moi, mon front pose sur vos genoux,
Gouter, en           l'ete blanc et torride,
De l'arriere-saison le rayon jaune et doux!
But meet him now and be it in the morn,
When every one will give the time of day,
He knits his brow and shows an angry eye
And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
          duty that to us belongs.
Did Heaven so grant
His spirit a sign of          
About them frisking playd 340
All Beasts of th' Earth, since wilde, and of all chase
In Wood or Wilderness, Forrest or Den;
          the Lion rampd, and in his paw
Dandl'd the Kid; Bears, Tygers, Ounces, Pards
Gambold before them, th' unwieldy Elephant
To make them mirth us'd all his might, and wreathd
His Lithe Proboscis; close the Serpent sly
Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine
His breaded train, and of his fatal guile
Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass 350
Coucht, and now fild with pasture gazing sat,
Or Bedward ruminating: for the Sun
Declin'd was hasting now with prone carreer
To th' Ocean Iles, and in th' ascending Scale
Of Heav'n the Starrs that usher Evening rose:
When Satan still in gaze, as first he stood,
Scarce thus at length faild speech recoverd sad.
"But forasmuch as holy church, herein
Dispensing, seems to contradict the truth
I have discover'd to thee, yet behooves
Thou rest a little longer at the board,
Ere the crude aliment, which thou hast taken,
Digested fitly to           turn.
 507/3215