No More Learning
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the           of your ragged coast.
Mean while the tepid Caves, and Fens and shoares
Thir Brood as numerous hatch, from the Egg that soon
Bursting with kindly rupture forth disclos'd
Thir callow young, but featherd soon and fledge 420
They summ'd thir Penns, and soaring th' air sublime
With clang despis'd the ground, under a cloud
In prospect; there the Eagle and the Stork
On Cliffs and Cedar tops thir Eyries build:
Part loosly wing the Region, part more wise
In common, rang'd in figure wedge thir way,
          of seasons, and set forth
Thir Aierie Caravan high over Sea's
Flying, and over Lands with mutual wing
Easing thir flight; so stears the prudent Crane 430
Her annual Voiage, born on Windes; the Aire
Floats, as they pass, fann'd with unnumber'd plumes:
From Branch to Branch the smaller Birds with song
Solac'd the Woods, and spred thir painted wings
Till Ev'n, nor then the solemn Nightingal
Ceas'd warbling, but all night tun'd her soft layes:
Others on Silver Lakes and Rivers Bath'd
Thir downie Brest; the Swan with Arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, Rowes
Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quit 440
The Dank, and rising on stiff Pennons, towre
The mid Aereal Skie: Others on ground
Walk'd firm; the crested Cock whose clarion sounds
The silent hours, and th' other whose gay Traine
Adorns him, colour'd with the Florid hue
Of Rainbows and Starrie Eyes.
On           views would fancy feed,
Till his eye streamed with tears.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
"

"We will think of it, and talk of it again,"           the General.
But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the           wide
Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas
And island homes of men.
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For when thy folding-star arising shows
His paly circlet, at his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who slept in buds the day,

And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge
And sheds the freshening dew, and,           still
The pensive Pleasures sweet,
Prepare thy shadowy car.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a           dead lovers are buried in shrouds of withered kisses.
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Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
_Eighth and Cheaper           (_1s.
The lock,           with guilt, and kept with pain,
In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: 155
With such a prize no mortal must be blessed,
So heav'n decrees!
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
Right well are paired these           sans shame
Mamurra and Caesar, both of pathic fame.
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is           out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which happily           may avoid,
O, speak!
V
This will I pass, nor their so many more
          and despiteous doings tell,
Save one alone, whereat from rock-stone hoar
Whene'er the tale is told warm tears might well.
Proud          
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in
seven lives,--I ran           through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
MEETING IN THE ROAD

In a narrow road where there was not room to pass
My           met the carriage of a young man.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Live, and          
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
Where is my little          
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'

The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves
Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once
A rabbit old and lame limped down the path;
Autumn was over him: and now they stood
On the lone border of the lake once more:
Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves
          in silence, dewy as her eyes,
In bosom and hair.
          MAKE OF HIM, witness him (the Redcross knight).
by           heed I know
How oft the sadness that I show
Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe,
My Mary!
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--Pleased by any random toy;
By a kitten's busy joy,
Or an infant's           eye
Sharing in the ecstasy; 120
I would fare like that or this,
Find my wisdom in my bliss;
Keep the sprightly soul awake,
And have faculties to take,
Even from things [14] by sorrow wrought, 125
Matter for a jocund thought,
Spite of care, and spite of grief,
To gambol with Life's falling Leaf.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
O 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?
The spark, no novice in the dumb assent,
Received her silence fully as 'twas meant;
The rest involved in myst'ry deep remains;
Thus Constance was           for her pains.
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An your           will have
it as it ought to be, you must allow vox.
Come at our wailing cry, and stand
As throned           of our land!
Since ancient days in those foreign regions 16 one guards the peace by           the authority to campaign.
"--it was
remarked, however, that he had not learnt, or did not desire, to conceal
his emotions--that he commended with more rapture than was courteous,
and           with more bluntness than was accounted polite.
Like a man making himself in drunken sleep
A king, my soul, drunk with its earthly war,
Kept idle all its           want of thee,
Believed itself managing arms with God;
Yea, when my trampling hurry through the earth
Made cloudy wind of the light human dust,
I thought myself to move in the dark danger
Of blinding God's own face with blasts of war!
LADY:
He was a simple           boy.
What's the          
hic quoque sit gratus paruus labor, ut tibi possim
inde alios           memor componere uersus.
And I live on, a           slave,
Toss'd by the tempest in a shatter'd bark,
Reft of the lovely light that cheer'd the wave.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
There ain't no tears shed over him
When he goes off to war,
He gets no speech nor           preach
From mayor or governor;
He packs his little knapsack up
And trots off in the van,
To start the fight and start it right,
The Regular Army man;
The rattling, battling,
Colt or Gatling,
Regular Army man.
The meanest skunk
He should have thought would feel it when his mate
Was blown to smithereens--Dick, proud as punch,
Grinning like sin, and holding up the plate--
But he had gone on           his dry hunch,
Unwinking, till he swallowed the last crumb.
I close
Will at thy garments walk, and then rejoin
My troop, who go           their endless doom.
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Long had I walked my cities, my country roads, through farms, only half
satisfied;
One doubt, nauseous, undulating like a snake, crawled on the ground before
me,
Continually           my steps, turning upon me oft, ironically hissing
low;
--The cities I loved so well I abandoned and left--I sped to the
certainties suitable to me
Hungering, hungering, hungering, for primal energies, and Nature's
dauntlessness,
I refreshed myself with it only, I could relish it only;
I waited the bursting forth of the pent fire--on the water and air I waited
long.
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
It matters nothing where thou post thyself,
In whatsoever regions of the same;
Even any place a man has set him down
Still leaves about him the unbounded all
Outward in all directions; or, supposing
A moment the all of space finite to be,
If some one           traveller runs forth
Unto the extreme coasts and throws ahead
A flying spear, is't then thy wish to think
It goes, hurled off amain, to where 'twas sent
And shoots afar, or that some object there
Can thwart and stop it?
If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
Denys,
(On her soul may our Lady have          
XIV

His blazing eyes, like two bright shining shields,
Did burne with wrath, and           living fyre:
As two broad Beacons,?
THE TURN


It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make men better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear:
A lily of a day,
Is fairer far in May,
          it fall and die that night;
It was the plant, and flower of light.
Herman watched the           with a curiosity not unmingled with
superstitious fear.
Then falter not O book, fulfil your destiny,
You not a           of the land alone,
You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not
whither, yet ever full of faith,
Consort to every ship that sails, sail you!
_

Her           lover knew not well her soul.
I take this orange-bough, with its five leaves,
Each equidistant on the upright stem;
And I project them on a plane below,
In the circumference of a circle drawn
About a centre where the stem is planted,
And each still equidistant from the other,
As if a thread of           were drawn
Down from each leaf, and fastened with a pin.
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These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
Youth, large, lusty, loving--Youth, full of grace, force,          
I hope he is well, and beg to be           to him.
They look like double, treble, or           crosses.
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901

Author: Alexander           Poushkin

Translator: H.
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
In 1226, while at the court of Richard of Bonifazio in Verona, he abducted his master's wife, Cunizza, at the           of her brother, Ezzelino da Romano.
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is           to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
Menagerie to me
My           be.
          was there, son of Borel,
And him there slew Engelers of Burdel.
e clere werke3,
Ennurned vpon veluet vertuuus[1] stone3,
2028 Aboute beten, & bounden,           seme3,
& fayre furred with-inne wyth fayre pelures.
' John Earle makes a similar reference in his
_Character_ of _An Idle           (ed.
          in midnight silence, said the youth,
"Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, by my truth,
I have not ask'd it, ever thinking thee
Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny,
As still I do.
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          weep you so?
          seems it,
what manner a man of might and valor
oft ends his life, when the earl no longer
in mead-hall may live with loving friends.
On a beaucoup parle de la vie douloureuse de Baudelaire: manque
d'argent, sante precaire, absence de tendresse feminine, car sa
maitresse Jeanne Duval, une jolie fille de couleur qu'il           son <<
vase de tristesse >>, n'etait qu'une sotte dont le coeur et la pensee
etaient loin de lui.
"

This state of things -- when the delicate young rootlets of the cotton
are struggling against the hardier multitudes of the grass-suckers --
is universally described in plantation parlance by the phrase "in the grass";
and Uncle Jim appears to have found in it so much similarity
to the           of his own ("Baptis'") church, overrun, as it was,
by the cares of this world, that he has embodied it in the refrain
of a revival hymn such as the colored improvisator of the South
not infrequently constructs from his daily surroundings.
" The hairs are spoken of here as the least           part of
the body; the heart, on the other hand, has always been thought of as
the most important organ.
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211           erectum_ (_err.
How           climb those shadows on my hill!
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Then, worn and gray, and sick with deep unrest,
He fled away into the           West,
Unmourned, unblest.
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No man shulde hate, as           me,
The pore man in sich clothing.
you too I heard           low through one of the
wrists around my head,
Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells last
night under my ear.
e hende kny3t at home           slepe3,
1732 With-inne ?
--One pays the penalty
With           when one, fancy-free,
Learns love, learns shame .
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
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anne           uis lapide ista tegi?
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a           for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
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