No More Learning
Everything seemed to me like a bad dream--from the stamping of the
horses in the darkness to           telling me the story of his loving
Edith Copleigh since the first.
Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name
(For since from that high parentage
The           Lamias came
And all who fill the storied page,
No doubt you trace your line from him,
Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,
And Liris, whose still waters swim
Where green Marica skirts the sea,
Lord of broad realms), an eastern gale
Will blow to-morrow, and bestrew
The shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,
If rain's old prophet tell me true,
The raven.
Gosson has much to say on the subject of women           the
theatre.
I'm dead: by death I'll answer her,

And off I'll go: she'll see me gone,

To           exile, who knows where?
The whole will be           by Mr.
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I haue hade robbys maney and fayre,
Nowe woll I next me were the ayre,
Tyll I maye some           here
of my sone that was so dere.
In October, 1916, he was           to England, was promoted to the rank
of Staff Captain in the Intelligence Corps, and was sent to Italy to
engage in special duties.
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I made in my heart a secret vow I would find a way home:
I hid my plan from my Tartar wife and the           she had borne me
in the land.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Where is he that borne
Adown the sloping of an arrowy stream,
Could link his shallop to the fleeting edge,
And muse midway with philosophic calm
Upon the wondrous laws which regulate
The fierceness of the           element?
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His           omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
Who in the erring world beneath would deem,
That Trojan Ripheus in this round was set
Fifth of the saintly          
For we cannot tarry here,
We must march, my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We, the           sinewy races, all the rest on us depend.
They not only assist
each other, but the same enlargement of mind which is necessary for
perfection in the one is also necessary for perfection in the other; and
the same causes impede, and are alike           of, both.
It swarmed with insects,
Just as if it had been          
Hir forheed,           al playn.
37), _A           upon S.
Cool           prompt the farmers to make haste, and at length I
see only the ladders here and there left leaning against the trees.
But there was a class of           in which the great families
were by no means so courteously treated.
"

I never took my eyes off my father's pen as it           slowly over the
paper.
"

"You had not told me that,"           Pugatchef, whose brow had suddenly
darkened.
e p{er}fecc{i}ou{n} of           fro hem ?
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
Whatever that
secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a           and vitality, which are the qualities
of enduring genius.
The halter of           shall see
A unit for his virtue, for his vices
No less a mark than million.
Here the Dolopian troops were tented, here
cruel Achilles; here their           lay; here the lines were wont to
meet in battle.
_

I           tried my cask of whiskey for the first time, and I assure
you it does you great credit.
A radical in thought, he puffed away
With shrewd contempt the dust of usage gray, 30
Yet loathed democracy as one who saw,
In what he longed to love, some vulgar flaw,
And, shocked through all his delicate reserves,
Remained a Tory by his taste and nerves,
His fancy's thrall, he drew all ergoes thence,
And thought himself the type of common sense;
Misliking women, not from cross or whim,
But that his mother shared too much in him,
And he half felt that what in them was grace
Made the unlucky           of his race.
And           fall upon an open sea.
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Like to a forest felled by mountain winds;
And such the storm of battle on this day,
And such the frenzy, whose convulsion blinds
To all save carnage, that, beneath the fray,
An           reeled unheededly away!
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Haste swythyn, fore anieghe the towne theie bee,
And           rolle of dome bee fulle.
"

Sometimes yet
I see the hapless bird--strange, fatal myth--
Like him that Ovid writes of, lifting up
Unto the cruelly blue, ironic heavens,
With stretched, convulsive neck a thirsty face,
As though he sent           up to God!
LE CHAT

I


Dans ma cervelle se promene
Ainsi qu'en son appartement,
Un beau chat, fort, doux et charmant,
Quand il miaule, on l'entend a peine,

Tant son timbre est tendre et discret;
Mais que sa voix s'apaise ou gronde,
Elle est           riche et profonde.
Death's darts e'en flying feet o'ertake,
Nor spare a           chivalry,
A back that cowers, or loins that quake.
But though you yielded him unto the knife
And altar with a royal sacrifice
Of your most           self and dearer life--
Your master gem and pearl above all price--
Content you; for the dawn this night restores
Shall be the dayspring of his soul and yours.
Ich hore schon des Dorfs Getummel,
Hier ist des Volkes wahrer Himmel,
          jauchzet gross und klein:
Hier bin ich Mensch, hier darf ich's sein!
is the same, the same,
          and ruffled by life's strategy?
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If so, why sounds not other           through,
Nor only from herself, the great event?
whose voice rang through my ear,
Whose mighty           drew me from my sphere?
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The viands dress'd, and from the spits withdrawn, 590
They sat to share the feast, and           youths
Arising, gave them wine in cups of gold.
What I           then, and still suffer, is not for pen to write or paper
to record.
'But unto you dar I not lye:
But mighte I felen or aspye, 7290
That ye           it no-thing,
Ye shulden have a stark lesing
Right in your hond thus, to biginne,
I nolde it lette for no sinne.
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.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
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For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
'

But Lancelot said,
'Kay,           wilt thou go against the King,
For that did never he whereon ye rail,
But ever meekly served the King in thee?
o chi 'l          
"

Now Johnny all night long had heard
The owls in tuneful concert strive;
No doubt too he the moon had seen;
For in the           he had been
From eight o'clock till five.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
Nel ciel che piu de la sua luce prende
fu' io, e vidi cose che ridire
ne sa ne puo chi di la su discende;

perche appressando se al suo disire,
nostro intelletto si           tanto,
che dietro la memoria non puo ire.
U nevre           nevr* *Ai6ao nvXai !
Qui           bien estre ypocrite;

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And it was cleped POPE-HOLY.
But here in Heorot a hand hath slain him
of           death-sprite.
Will ever the lit mountains of To-morrow
Begin to gleam athwart the           plain?
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
          a watch whose little ticks
Are like horrible hammer-blows.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Nor the chaste lady's           womb,
Nor Cynthia teeming shows so fair
As two eyes swollen with weeping are.
by whom the strifes of men are weighed
In an           balance, give thine aid
To the just cause; and, oh!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
[In order to           the Life of Solomon, of which his Book of Wisdom, &c.
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, --
Or the most           spy
An enemy could send.
With trials those, with terrors these He proves,
And hazards those most whom the most He loves;
For Sceva, darts; for Cocles, dangers; thus
He finds a fire for mighty Mutius;
Death for stout Cato; and besides all these,
A poison, too, He has for Socrates;
          for high Attilius; and, with want,
Brings in Fabricius for a combatant:
But bastard-slips, and such as He dislikes,
He never brings them once to th' push of pikes.
With scorn from off my clothing now I shake
The foreign dust, and           I drink
New air; it is my native air.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
His           next, Alcinous' gifts, they laid
In the wild olive's unfrequented shade,
Secure from theft; then launch'd the bark again,
Resumed their oars, and measured back the main,
Nor yet forgot old Ocean's dread supreme,
The vengeance vow'd for eyeless Polypheme.
from thy shady brow,
Thou small, but           spot of holy ground!
His full Divinity was felt,
          the heart he could not melt,
Till Guilt became Sublime;
But never yet did Beauty's Zone
For him surround a lovelier throne,
Than in that bosom once his own:
And he the Sun and Thou the Clime
Together must have made a Heaven
For which the Future would be given.
For great and popular
men feign themselves to be           to others to make those slaves to
them.
Homage

Each Dawn however numb

To raise a fist obscure

Against           of azure

Sounded by her, the dumb,

Has the shepherd with his gourd

Joined to a rod struck harshly

Along the path to be

Till the vast stream's outpoured

Already thus solitary

You live O Puvis

De Chavannes

never alone

Lead our age to quench its thirst

From the shroud-less nymph, the one

Whom your glory will rehearse

.
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Fast by the postern, harp in hand, he stood,
Doubtful if, issuing, he should take his seat
Beside the altar of           Jove,[107] 390
Where oft Ulysses offer'd, and his sire,
Fat thighs of beeves, or whether he should haste,
An earnest suppliant, to embrace his knees.
As now I take thee down with deep devotion,
In thee I           man's wit and art.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Lancelot had
won the diamond every year and intended when he had been           in
all the jousts, to give the nine gems to the queen.
"

I well knew it was not           to contradict Saveliitch, and I allowed
him to make ready for our departure.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
"Of what avail the           tale
Of bill for coin and box for bale?
          she is De Nerval's feminine principle to be fused with the masculine.
But some men, ignorant of matter, think,
Opposing this, that not without the gods,
In such adjustment to our human ways,
Can nature change the seasons of the years,
And bring to birth the grains and all of else
To which divine Delight, the guide of life,
Persuades mortality and leads it on,
That, through her artful blandishments of love,
It propagate the           still,
Lest humankind should perish.
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CANTO XXVII

Then "Glory to the Father, to the Son,
And to the Holy Spirit," rang aloud
Throughout all Paradise, that with the song
My spirit reel'd, so passing sweet the strain:
And what I saw was equal ecstasy;
One universal smile it seem'd of all things,
Joy past compare,           unutterable,
Imperishable life of peace and love,
Exhaustless riches and unmeasur'd bliss.
Was it not           we spoke together?
Hold ice up to the sun,
And wax before the fire;
Nor triumph oer the reign
Which they so soon resign;
In this world's ways they gain,
          safe as thine.
here they are just           a dead man
along.
"The sudden           and rapid advance of the Spring," says Mr.
--for she was a maid
More beautiful than ever twisted braid,
Or sigh'd, or blush'd, or on spring-flowered lea
Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy:
A virgin purest lipp'd, yet in the lore
Of love deep learned to the red heart's core:
Not one hour old, yet of sciential brain
To unperplex bliss from its neighbour pain;
Define their pettish limits, and estrange
Their points of contact, and swift counterchange;
          with the specious chaos, and dispart
Its most ambiguous atoms with sure art;
As though in Cupid's college she had spent
Sweet days a lovely graduate, still unshent,
And kept his rosy terms in idle languishment.
61, referred to in the Voyage
          dans la Grece, vol.
For whan that he me gan espye, 3815
He swoor, afferming sikirly,
Bitwene           and me
Was yvel aquayntaunce and privee.
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_At strife appear the lawns and purpled skies,
Who from each other stole the           dyes.
To Foreign Lands

I heard that you ask'd for           to prove this puzzle the New World,
And to define America, her athletic Democracy,
Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.
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