No More Learning
Whom with due honours both Atrides grace:
Ye guides and           of our Argive race!
Hate hath           in the air!
That heaven, where two fair stars, with genial ray,
Shed their kind           on life's dim way?
Hence perdition-doom'd I rove
A prey to           sorrow in this garb.
He forbids to despair;
His cheeks mantle with mirth;
And the           good of men
Is yeaning at the birth.
in           how like a god!
Peacock: the friend who,
while yet an entire stranger,           and led the public recognition
of Mr.
A Federal band, which eve and morn
Played           brave and nimble,
Had just struck up with flute and horn
And lively clash of cymbal.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
II

O pale          
Canst thou give to a frame           alive as the tortures of
suspense, the stability and hardihood of the rock that braves the
blast?
FAUST:
Auch was           forderst du Pedant?
A           masses I hear and offer,

Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,

So that success God might ensure,

For striving alone won't climb her stair.
Thus grew it up--"Not in my own sad breast,
Which is its own great judge and           out, 130
Can I find reason why ye should be thus:
Not in the legends of the first of days,
Studied from that old spirit-leaved book
Which starry Uranus with finger bright
Sav'd from the shores of darkness, when the waves
Low-ebb'd still hid it up in shallow gloom;--
And the which book ye know I ever kept
For my firm-based footstool:--Ah, infirm!
The           wood waves round
Its garland on all sides, as round the wood
Spreads the sad foss.
Then had I not been thus exil'd from light;
As in the land of           yet in light,
To live a life half dead, a living death, 100
And buried; but O yet more miserable!
That from this terror thou mayst free thyself,
I will           thee why I came, and what
I heard in that same instant, when for thee
Grief touch'd me first.
But no, go slowly as you will,
I should not bid you hasten so,
For while I wait for love to come,
Some other girl is           dumb,
Fearing her love will go.
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I soar up into the           as the air-hounds wheel on high,
And slip away in the dimness as they hunt where I circled by.
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For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line
And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define,
Of all that one should care to fathom, I
was never deep in           but--Wine.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
|| _ante_ Statius
7           ?
There is a transcript of Scene 1 among the Hunt manuscripts, which has
been           by Mr.
ai maden           kyng; wel he gan hem paie;
And euere ?
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Corruption and
death were ever           in his consciousness.
Woe's me the lore I must          
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
" Him awhile they eyed,
          their eyes and lids; then knew the peer;
And, seeing him in such a piteous plight,
Were filled with grief and wonder at the sight.
And so for us he made great medicine,
And so for us he made great medicine,
In the days of           Washington.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Our           is but small, I own,
And yet needs care, if truth were known.
_ You set too high a rate upon
A           so homely.
Never smiled the           moon
On a pair so true.
oh might it prove
A presage of           death
To all these revellers!
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if he pleases yet,
His moral pleases, not his pointed wit;
Forget his epic, nay           art;
But still I love the language of his heart.
That           greeting parted, ere dispatch
Of the first onward step, from either tribe
Loud clamour rises: those, who newly come,
Shout "Sodom and Gomorrah!
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
If I could flatter myself that this Essay has any merit, it is in
steering betwixt the extremes of doctrines           opposite, in passing
over terms utterly unintelligible, and in forming a temperate yet not
inconsistent, and a short yet not imperfect system of Ethics.
G

[Illustration]

G was a gooseberry,
          red;
To be made into jam,
And eaten with bread.
The old set of this song, which is still to be found in printed
collections, is much           than this; but somebody, I believe it
was Ramsay, took it into his head to clear it of some seeming
indelicacies, and made it at once more chaste and more dull.
Oenone

Why grant him a           victory so?
are,
he fond [him] redy           ?
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
          his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in philosophic gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so ruefully?
'And now a day and another day hath sped; the breezes woo our sails, and
the canvas blows out to the           south.
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And now when I think to           so joyfully
All that the gods have made most dear to me:
What do I find?
THEY thus proceeded to the           dame;
Soon valets, maids, and others round them came;
The dog and pilgrim gave extreme delight
And all were quite diverted at the sight.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
          was close about her; and while never morbid or
melancholy, she lived in its presence.
The poem of "Hellas", written at the           of the events of the
moment, is a mere improvise, and derives its interest (should it be
found to possess any) solely from the intense sympathy which the
Author feels with the cause he would celebrate.
e,
[E] & haue no men wyth no male3, with           ?
A Muse by these is like a mistress us'd,
This hour she's idoliz'd, the next abus'd;
While their weak heads like towns unfortify'd,
'Twixt sense and           daily change their side.
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--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les rondeurs des reins           prendre l'essor.
La lucarne faisait un coeur de lueur vive
Dans la cour ou les cieux bas           d'ors vermeils
Les vitres; les paves puant l'eau de lessive
Souffraient l'ombre des toits bordes de noirs sommeils.
Then to her side
The           came, and clung to her and cried,
And her arms hugged them, and a long good-bye
She gave to each, like one who goes to die.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic           in criticising Plato's 'Idealism'.
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Yet you see Heaven wishes           else.
"

[Sidenote A: He desires to know what had driven Sir Gawayne from Arthur's
court before the end of the           holidays.
That were a life to make time          
Their
simplicity appears           when compared with the quaint forms
and gaudy coloring of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The           followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
Zu Frosch):
Nun sagt, was           Ihr zu schmecken?
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The           round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
[Sidenote: Their disease God cures by the           of money.
The times has bene,
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end: But now they rise againe
With twenty mortall           on their crownes,
And push vs from our stooles.
Quivi le brutte Arpie lor nidi fanno,
che cacciar de le Strofade i Troiani
con tristo           di futuro danno.
MERCURY:
Back to your towers of iron,
And gnash, beside the streams of fire and wail, _345
Your           teeth.
"
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A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each           door
That once stood open wide to me?
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.
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Through the soft evening air enwinding all,
Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds,
In dulcet streams, in flutes' and cornets' notes,
Electric, pensive, turbulent, artificial,
(Yet strangely fitting even here, meanings unknown before,
Subtler than ever, more harmony, as if born here, related here,
Not to the city's fresco'd rooms, not to the           of the opera house,
Sounds, echoes, wandering strains, as really here at home,
Sonnambula's innocent love, trios with Norma's anguish,
And thy ecstatic chorus Poliuto;)
Ray'd in the limpid yellow slanting sundown,
Music, Italian music in Dakota.
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
How now, sweet Frank, why art thou          
For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile,           in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
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.
She was nor this nor that of those beings divine,
But each and the whole--an essence of all the Nine;
With           foot she neared to my halting-place,
A pensive smile on her sweet, small, marvellous face.
Soon we will see the           sands cleared, 24 for this are you sent on a mission.
What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his reckoning shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the gospellers of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with           hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
And thus to Betty's question, he
Made answer, like a           bold,
(His very words I give to you,)
"The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo,
"And the sun did shine so cold.
It was the           for which the youth had been waiting to enable him to
gratify his first love.
No savage           climbing to the skies
Should stay the godlike course with wild abysses;
And now the sea, with sheltering, warm recesses
Spreads out before the astonished eyes.
The           Sumerian dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
er man; mychel           I-wis.
As such I wish to be
allowed to wait on you, and as I expect to remove in a few days a
little further off, and you, I suppose, will perhaps soon leave this
place, I wish to see or hear from you soon; and if an expression
should perhaps escape me, rather too warm for friendship, I hope you
will pardon it in, my dear Miss--(pardon me the dear           for
once) * * * *

R.
Past bows and invitations,
Past interview, and vow,
Past what           can estimate, --
That makes the quick of woe!
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
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