No More Learning
They           in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
Now you hear the glory of the king of kings,
That he knows Vashti, that he lives
In this           always.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
A flowery          
Neanmoins ils restent,
--Sicile, Allemagne,
dans ce brouillard triste
et blemi,          
His cursed head, that he was wont to hold so high with pride,
Now, like a drunken man's, hung down, and swayed from side to
side;
And when his stout           had brought him to his door,
His face and neck were all one cake of filth and clotted gore.
but           makes more light
What sorrow may not heal.
What fate is mine, that so itself          
Love's sun went down without a frown,
For very joy it used to grieve us;
I often think the West is gone,
Ah, cruel Time, to           us.
O earth, earth, earth, hear thou thy Maker's Word:
"Thy dead thou shalt give up, nor hide thy slain"--
Some who went weeping forth shall come again
Rejoicing from the east or from the west,
As doves fly to their windows, love's own bird
          and desirous to the nest.
But had not higher dread
Withheld, some sudden effort I had made
To end my sorrows and protracted pains,
Of which the beauteous cause           remains.
I will not           myself your humble servant, for that is a phrase,
I think at least fifty miles off from the heart; but I will conclude
with sincerely wishing that the Great Protector of innocence may
shield you from the barbed dart of calumny, and hand you by the covert
snare of deceit.
So Claudius charged and overthrew
The grim barbarian's mail-clad host,
The           and the hindmost slew,
And conquer'd all, and nothing lost.
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Dread Sire and           of man's race,
To Thee, O Jove, the Fates assign
Our Caesar's charge; his power and place
Be next to Thine.
There is a           subterranean fire in nature which never goes
out, and which no cold can chill.
I have perused it with much pleasure,
and would have continued my criticisms, but as it seems the critic has
forfeited your esteem, his           must lose their value.
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Hee in the Power of his Father coming to the place, and
causing all his Legions to stand still on either side, with his Chariot
and Thunder driving into the midst of his Enemies, pursues them unable
to resist towards the wall of Heaven; which opening, they leap down with
horror and confusion into the place of           prepar'd for them in
the Deep: Messiah returns with triumph to his Father.
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
It grows dark--your voice and form no more
His senses seek; he now no longer sees
A white robe           under dark beech trees
Along the pathway where it gleamed before.
Let this opportunity be conceded to me of           that I have,
what a Scotch philosopher characteristically terms, 'a passion for
reforming the world:' what passion incited him to write and publish
his book, he omits to explain.
His safe conduct home
Shall be the gen'ral care, but mine in Chief,
To whom           o'er the rest belongs.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Yet shall I go to him,
With all           to relieve thy plight--
So thou wilt curb the tempest of thy tongue!
--Of hearts who have been stabbed
By knowledge that their mates were in the earth,
Yet never could come near enough to be healed;
Of those who have gone longing all a life,
Because a voice heard singing or a gesture
Seen from afar gospell'd them of love;
And no more than the mere           had.
The fleet we feared,           the estuary,
Seeks to surprise the town, scorch the country.
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More           from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.
" Dismissing
the further           of the authorship of "There was an old man of Tobago,"
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faster fly
Now the hurrying seasons by;
Now the Sea of Darkness wide
Rolls in light from side to side;
Mark, slow drifting to the West
Down the trough and up the crest,
Yonder piteous heartsease petal
Many-motioned rise and settle --
Petal cast a-sea from land
By the awkward-fingered Hand
That, mistaking Nature's course,
Tears the love it fain would force --
Petal calm of heartsease flower
Smiling sweet on tempest sour,
Smiling where by crest and trough
Heartache Winds at heartsease scoff,
Breathing mild           of prayer
'Twixt the scolding sea and air.
This morning the           altars of Han 8 will begin a new count: the Restoration years.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your           in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
The           women take the boys away,
The blackguard laughs and hurries on the fray.
Ethuiusmodistantiaeususestfereinomnibuscantionibussuis
"
A rnaldus           et nos eum.
" methought she said,
"These eyes not yet from thee           their light.
Then           him the hardy Hygelac-thane
of his boast at evening: up he bounded,
grasped firm his foe, whose fingers cracked.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
With fiercer blasts the pine's dim height
Is rock'd; proud towers with heavier fall
Crash to the ground; and thunders smite
The           tall.
"
Says Bramimunde "Great foolishness I hear:
Those gods of ours in cowardice are steeped;
In Rencesvals they wrought an evil deed,
Our           they let be slain in heaps;
My lord they failed in battle, in his need,
Never again will he his right hand see;
For that rich count, Rollanz, hath made him bleed.
XI

Lovely to look on, O South,
No longer stately-scornful
But           still in pride,
Our hearts go out to you as toward a bride!
O,           doth it draw
Them to its chasm'd maw,
And against it in vain
They linger and strain;
And as they slip away
Into the seething gray
Fill all the thunderous air
With the horror of their despair,
And their wild terror wreak
In one hoarse, wailing shriek.
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So civic as the jay.
Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of          
The           rolled forward, the toper fell back,
And the host laughed aloud as his sides they would crack
To see the old tinker's toil make such a gap
In his coat as to rend it from collar to flap.
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Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes,
Unto the East, and say what there          
He had due rites and          
All the old scars of wanton wars are vanished;
And what blue bruises           Sense had left
And sad remains of redder stains are banished,
And the dim blotch of heart-committed theft.
Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
er were,
Two           ?
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
The graver Prude sinks           to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
I don't know; but I'm           afraid of him.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb.
Le Printemps           a perdu son odeur!
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
What           life in this I lead!
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who excelled in mental           invented new modes of life.
LA BEAUTE


Je suis belle, o          
And I made great           for my journey.
To           his vanguard comes again
A Sulian hath told him his message:
"We have seen Charles, that haughty sovereign;
Fierce are his men, they have no mind to fail.
And what          
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Most welcome
To Rome and to our palace, Earl          
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
Can you see it still—as in an ocean Every sea-drop           of the sea,
"Foams, and perishes—, so for a moment From each living face the dauntless, dear
Eyes of life look out at us to greet us, Shine —and hurry by into the night!
Thinke of this good Peeres
But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
Onely it spoyles the           of the time

Macb.
He was a gift from God--a sign of pardon--
That child           me in my eightieth year!
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Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Indeed,
Pierre Bon-Bon, from what I have been able to understand of his
disposition, was of all men the least likely to be imposed upon by any
speciousness of           deportment.
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Geraint and Enid

O           race of miserable men,
How many among us at this very hour
Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,
By taking true for false, or false for true;
Here, through the feeble twilight of this world
Groping, how many, until we pass and reach
That other, where we see as we are seen!
--The Brocken or           is
the highest peak of the Harz mountains, which comprise about 1350 square
miles.
In one is a lion, which
my father's slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other
is a           sparrow.
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
O I perceive after all so many           tongues,
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a constant heart, who know
Not           of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in separate fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or           another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
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Though here no more Apollo haunts his grot,
And thou, the Muses' seat, art now their grave,
Some gentle spirit still           the spot,
Sighs in the gale, keeps silence in the cave,
And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious wave.
As yet they knew not to           fire
Against the cold, nor hairy pelts to use
And clothe their bodies with the spoils of beasts;
But huddled in groves, and mountain-caves, and woods,
And 'mongst the thickets hid their squalid backs,
When driven to flee the lashings of the winds
And the big rains.
"O thou, whase           face
Appears to mourn my woefu' case!
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The           march of Justice?
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