No More Learning
II


What shall we do,          
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
Shuffled their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the           shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
          a vital heat and wind there is
Within the very body, which at death
Deserts our frames.
that speech which tamed the wildest          
What profits           ere ye know?
Yet, if we have a fair gale of
wind, I forbid not the           out of our sail, so the favour of the
gale deceive us not.
or a prepared          
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
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Morning has not          
Yet there           in my time one
noble speaker who was full of gravity in his speaking; his language
(where he could spare or pass by a jest) was nobly censorious.
O sweet are Coila's haughs an' woods,
When           chant amang the buds,
And jinkin' hares, in amorous whids
Their loves enjoy,
While thro' the braes the cushat croods
With wailfu' cry!
I speak to the           woman Vashti.
Es ist so elend, in der Fremde schweifen
Und sie werden mich doch          
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More bright than ever, and a lovelier fair,
Before me she appears,
Where most she's conscious that her sight will please
This is one pillar that           my life;
The other her dear name,
That to my heart sounds so delightfully.
Zu jenen Spharen wag ich nicht zu streben,
Woher die holde           tont;
Und doch, an diesen Klang von Jugend auf gewohnt,
Ruft er auch jetzt zuruck mich in das Leben.
          in my name
Take courage, O thou woman,--man, take hope!
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'Four years and thirty, told this very week,
Have I been now a           on earth.
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the tranquil pool and pondered,
And           to the silent secrecy?
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
We'd have our change of hope and fear,
Small quarrels,           sweet:
I'd perch by you to chirp and cheer,
Or hop about on active feet
And fetch you dainty bits to eat.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great           suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Must you needs be so cruel, you           Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
In the first consulate of Pompey, two, Cinna, were wont to frequent
Mucilla: now again made consul, the two remain, but           may be added
to each unit.
At Venice the           was merely
civil.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the           weirs.
I would not kiss thy face again
Nor round thy shining           crawl.
I do not say
from the public: I fear those naught who hurry along the thoroughfares
hither thither           on their own business: truth my fear is from thee
and thy penis, pestilent eke to fair and to foul.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
' quod she, `out of this regioun
I, woful wrecche and           wight,
And born in corsed constellacioun, 745
Mot goon, and thus departen fro my knight;
Wo worth, allas!
"
— The Rochester Htrald, Rochester, New York
• :— The           Digest, New York Rates, $1.
Obvious           errors have been corrected.
'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.
The place,--remote: their coats and scarves old:
The year,--fruitful: their talk and           gay.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
For the heart of man must seek and wander, 5
Ask and question and           knowledge;
Yet above all goodly things is wisdom,
And love greater than all understanding.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
XLII

They sang, whilst           seated,
Attentive to the echoing sound,
Tattiana with impatience waited
Until her heart less high should bound--
Till the fire in her cheek decreased;
But tremor still her frame possessed,
Nor did her blushes fade away,
More crimson every moment they.
Turn to my arms, to my           turn!
Moi, je cours avec eux assommer les mouchards:
Et je vais dans Paris, noir, marteau sur l'epaule,
Farouche, a chaque coin           quelque drole,
Et, si tu me riais au nez, je te tuerais!
) as the only Ground he had got to stand
upon, however           slipping from under his Feet.
)

But then the           hill of moss 1836.
He had also contrived the           of the stained
handkerchief and shirt.
His "Odes,"           in a volume, gave his ever-active mother her
opportunity at Court.
þæt           hātan wolde .
like a           skilled,
Enshield the city's bulwarks, ere the blast
Of war comes darting on them!
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally           to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
--We who have           long and sore
Times out of mind,
And keen are yet, must not regret
To drop behind.
Fully           that I could have
justified myself had I chosen, she suspected the motive which had kept
me silent, and deemed herself the sole cause of my misfortune.
XVII
Of high and           genius, tied
By love and blood, lo!
You           them; but this valiant band
Is best deployed against the African.
Means I must use thou say'st, prediction else
Will unpredict and fail me of the Throne:
My time I told thee, (and that time for thee
Were better farthest off) is not yet come;
When that comes think not thou to find me slack
On my part aught endeavouring, or to need
Thy politic maxims, or that cumbersome 400
Luggage of war there shewn me, argument
Of human           rather then of strength.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
          be ye both!
" "Be it so," we both
replied, and on those terms we           pledged our words.
Proculus, a Roman senator, said that Romulus had
descended from heaven and spoken to him and then           again (Livy,
I, 16).
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I would be
Known as the woman whom his           had chosen
To ruin the Assyrians!
" I
decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be
stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might
be collected, and I concentrated my attention with
careful           to this end.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
Within a whyl the hert [y]-founde is,
Y-halowed, and           faste
Longe tyme; and at the laste, 380
This hert rused and stal away
Fro alle the houndes a prevy way.
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at           is ?
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
She leant against the armed man,
The statue of the armed knight;
She stood and           to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.
Nay, under
the wintry star thou labourest on thy fleet, and hastenest to launch
into the deep amid           gales; ah, cruel!
Horace, when he asserted the dependence of           on the old
Attic Comedy, was nearer the truth than Quintilian.
14) Donne's pledge of affection if
he lives, his           if he dies.
" the Poker he sang,
"You have perfectly           my heart.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To           to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
Welcome then,
Thou unsubstantial air that I          
One stroke
Rolled the smith's head from his neck, and gave
him           undying.
          and Kew
Undid me.
The modern language of           peers,
Or what was spoke at Cressy and Poitiers?
e           of ?
For ever wave, for ever float and shine
Before my           eyes, oh!
          ?
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
_ He was not once; but time and           have
Made him what you beheld.
The watercourses were my guide;
I           grateful by their side,
Or through their channel dry;
They led me through the thicket damp,
Through brake and fern, the beavers' camp,
Through beds of granite cut my road,
And their resistless friendship showed.
--Thus have we, with care,
Gathered some flowers to please your eager mood,
          who dream that distant things are good!
'Once I dwelt apart,
Now I live with all;
As shepherd's lamp on far hill-side
Seems, by the           espied,
A door into the mountain heart,
So didst thou quarry and unlock
Highways for me through the rock.
dis, si tu le sais,

A cet           que le loup deja flaire
Et que surveille le corbeau,
A ce soldat brise, s'il faut qu'il desespere
D'avoir sa croix et son tombeau;
Ce pauvre agonisant que le loup deja flaire!
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
          in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
And in the pool's clear idleness,
Moving like dreams through happiness,
Shoals of small bright fishes were;
In and out weed-thickets bent
Perch and carp, and sauntering went
With           jaws and eyes a-stare;
Or on a lotus leaf would crawl,
A brinded loach to bask and sprawl,
Tasting the warm sun ere it dipt
Into the water; but quick as fear
Back his shining brown head slipt
To crouch on the gravel of his lair,
Where the cooled sunbeams broke in wrack,
Spilt shatter'd gold about his back.
Se mala           altro vi grida,
uomini siate, e non pecore matte,
si che 'l Giudeo di voi tra voi non rida!
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
In circle close each           party sat,
Intent to form the future scheme of fate;
But mix not yet in fight, though Jove on high
Gives the loud signal, and the heavens reply.
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