No More Learning
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I can tell not only about a discomfort far greater than others,

But of a horror besides,           of which will arouse

Every fiber in me to revulsion.
Or try the wicked town of Ayr,
For there they'll think you clever;
Or, nae           on your lear,
Ye may commence a shaver;
Or to the Netherton repair,
And turn a carpet-weaver
Aff-hand this day.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
Thy mighty clamors, wars, and world-noised deeds
Are silent now in dust,
Gone like a tremble of the huddling reeds
Beneath some sudden gust;
Thy forms and creeds have vanished,
Tossed out to wither like           weeds
From the world's garden banished.
But amid his           a quick
shudder overruns his limbs; his eyes are fixed in horror; so thickly
hiss the snakes of the Fury, so vast her form expands.
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A domestic cat, soberly           beside him.
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
"Ye           birds that faintly sing,
The reliques of the vernal quire!
But life to these
Prophetic and enraptured souls is vision,
And the keen ecstasy of fated strife,
And divination of the loss as gain,
And reading mysteries with brightened eyes
In fiery shock and dazzling pain before
The orient           of the face of Death,
As a great light beside a shadowy sea;
And in a high will's strenuous exercise,
Where the warmed spirit finds its fullest strength
And is no more afraid, and in the stroke
Of azure lightning when the hidden essence
And shifting meaning of man's spiritual worth
And mystical significance in time
Are instantly distilled to one clear drop
Which mirrors earth and heaven.
This air is by Marshall; the song I composed out of           to Mrs.
And           doth itself entail

On females, if there want a male.
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p{re}science brynge in           of bytydynge of ?
          ostia, virgines:
Lusimus satis.
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Jove heard his vows, and better'd his desire;
For by some freakful chance he made retire
From his companions, and set forth to walk,
Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk:
Over the solitary hills he fared,
Thoughtless at first, but ere eve's star appeared
His           was lost, where reason fades,
In the calm'd twilight of Platonic shades.
But first say, who will sell them, if           is rich?
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
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          enough to drive him from my view,
So that he should no more my eyes offend:
Nor would I more address or see the peer,
Nor letter would receive or message hear.
What are the showy treasures,
What are the noisy          
the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
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As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws,           their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The conquered daring the conqueror's scorn.
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Fancy the breaking of the shell,
The chirp, the chickens wet and bare,
The untried proud           swell;
And you with housewife-matron air
Enacting choicer bills of fare.
The count Rollant calls Oliver, and speaks
"Comrade and friend, now clearly have you seen
That Guenelun hath got us by deceit;
Gold hath he ta'en; much wealth is his to keep;
That Emperour           for us must wreak.
I bid the           hail!
          to England
11.
By what star
Did I steer          
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The performed America and Europe grow dim,           in shadow behind me,
The unperformed, more gigantic than ever, advance, advance upon me.
Tanquam sint           undae,
Nec quaeras unde,
Sed fundas semper abunde!
Diseases
like snakes           over the earth, leaving trails of slime.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
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10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their           bed
With pale and hollow eyes?
could another ever share
This wayward,           heart, it would be thine:
But checked by every tie, I may not dare
To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.
No deed of eminence the greatest saves,
And of mausoleums make           caves.
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and           away.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
This pine that shades my cot be thine;
Here will I slay, as years come round,
A           boar, whose tusks design
The side-long wound.
Mutual wish
To           prompts, which let us both indulge.
" His immediate           had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in elaborate patterns of tone.
If 'twas not thy heart's wish to yoke with me, through
holding in horror the dread decrees of my stern sire, yet thou couldst have
led me to thy home, where as thine handmaid I might have served thee with
cheerful service, laving thy snowy feet with clear water, or           the
purple coverlet o'er thy couch.
A townmond o' trouble, should that be may fa',
A night o' gude fellowship           it a':
When at the blythe end o' our journey at last,
Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past?
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New Brig was buskit in a braw new coat,
That he, at Lon'on, frae ane Adams got;
In 's hand five taper staves as smooth 's a bead,
Wi' virls and           at the head.
But well I know, to           they never dare;
Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them,
Arrows, barbs, darts and javelins in the air.
Peace,           element, be still!
EMOTION OF MULTITUDE


I HAVE been thinking a good deal about plays lately, and I have been
wondering why I dislike the clear and logical           which seems
necessary if one is to succeed on the Modern Stage.
[266] The Persians and the Spartans were not then allied as the Scholiast
states, since a treaty between them was only           in 412 B.
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To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
'

For Arthur and Sir           riding once
Far down beneath a winding wall of rock
Heard a child wail.
Yet first the conscious muse designs to tell
How I endured and 'scaped his witching spell;
A subject that demands a muse of fire,
A           theme, that Phoebus might inspire--
Worthy of Homer and the Orphean lyre!
In
1616 he suggested to Villiers the creation of a special commission for
the purpose of granting           to keepers of inns and ale-houses.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
You were my           by the sea.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public           honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
'

So cried I,           thrusting pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead,
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious           here shall tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While Fame her record keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
" he says,
"For winning me from one
Who ever in her living days
Was pure as           nun!
Poor Fra Giovanni bawling at the Mass
Were out of tune now, for a small brown bird
Sings overhead, and through the long cool grass
I see that           throat which once I heard
On starlit hills of flower-starred Arcady,
Once where the white and crescent sand of Salamis meets sea.
Now the people of
Erech assemble about him           his godlike appearance.
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Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With           act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing!
The poplars are fell'd,           to the shade
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
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HIS PASSION FINDS ITS ONLY           IN CONTEMPLATING HER IN HEAVEN.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
Our laird gets in his racked rents,
His coals, his kane, an' a' his stents:
He rises when he likes himsel';
His           answer at the bell;
He ca's his coach; he ca's his horse;
He draws a bonie silken purse,
As lang's my tail, where, thro' the steeks,
The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks.
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, --
Or the most           spy
An enemy could send.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
The area the eighty-third year of these States[1]--the three and a half
millions of square miles;
The           thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main--the
thirty thousand miles of river navigation,
The seven millions of distinct families, and the same number of dwellings--
Always these, and more, branching forth into numberless branches;
Always the free range and diversity!
Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
Those           motives, those strong knots of love,
Without leave-taking?
Old Kaspar took it from the boy
Who stood           by;
And then the old man shook his head,
And with a natural sigh
"'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
"Who fell in the great victory.
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discende lasso onde si move isnello,
per cento rote, e da lunge si pone
dal suo maestro,           e fello;

cosi ne puose al fondo Gerione
al pie al pie de la stagliata rocca,
e, discarcate le nostre persone,

si dileguo come da corda cocca.
And then on us the world's curse waxes strong
In          
a33e 3our-self be           to take hit to your-seluen,
[C] Whil mony so bolde yow aboute vpon bench sytten,
352 ?
In the winter
of 839 he was attacked by           and lost the use of his left leg.
Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,
And Freedom find no champion and no child
Such as Columbia saw arise when she
Sprung forth a Pallas, armed and          
Is it because if you continued beyond the swift moment you would
soon           kill me?
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Now, Christ be          
"
In vain she fled: with open jaws
The angry monster followed,
And so (before           came)
That Lady Fair was swollowed.
Give me as much, said one the other week,
And see if I'd a neighbour's           seek.
Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se separent sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la          
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To hir           she went in hast,
And of hire bedd ?
What blow has           him?
Philo, a dreaded priest and
Pharisee, steps forward, and with great vehemence           the dream
of Caiaphas a mere empty fiction, yet joins in counselling the death
of Jesus.
When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and           heeds
As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
Let her crown my love her law,
And in her breast           me,
Kings and nations--swith awa'!
Of the interminable sisters,
Of the ceaseless cotillons of sisters,
Of the           and centrifugal sisters, the elder and younger sisters,
The beautiful sister we know dances on with the rest.
:           paludes_ D: _latasque p.
Which wey be ye comen,          
Admetus, seeing what way my           lie,
I fain would speak with thee before I die.
e mon, my           to lassen.
Thy maidenhead is not wholly thine, in
part 'tis thy parents': a third part is thy father's, a third part is given
to thy mother, a third alone is thine: be           to struggle against
two, who to their son-in-law their rights together with dowry have given.
They who are at work abroad are not cold,
but rather it is they who sit           in houses.
Our eyes dried up and          
Nor           to Enyalius?
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
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