No More Learning
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
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ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
, _king in battle, king           a battle_: nom.
I yearn deeply for that moment of joyous reunion 32 and fear becoming a poor and           old man.
:           mentis
p.
Fits not to be overzealous;
Steads not to work on the clean jump,
Nor wine nor brains           pump.
Or even upon the           pulpitings
Of the familiar false and true?
"
It would be difficult
Application for entry at Second Clan matter at the Post Office i
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
--
Regardent le           faire
Le lourd pain blond.
At six months' end, she parted hence,
With safety of her innocence;
Whose soul heaven's queen, whose name she bears,
In comfort of her mother's tears,
Hath placed amongst her virgin-train;
Where, while that severed doth remain,
This grave           the fleshly birth;
Which cover lightly, gentle earth!
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
A reflecting glass or           of glasses
producing some kind of optical delusion when viewed in one way, but
presenting objects in their true forms when viewed in another;
used _fig.
It shows but little love or           in him.
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Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine
To chant the wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast,
Nor dark Ulysses'           o'er the brine,
Nor Pelops' house unblest.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
Death -           low

- I am no one -

do not even know myself

(for the dead do not

know they're

dead - nor that they're

dying

- children

at least

- or

heroes - sudden

deaths

for my beauty's

made otherwise

of last

moments -

lucidity, beauty

face - of

what would be

I, without I

for as soon as

(one is,

I am -

dead) I cease

to be -

made then of

premonitions, of

intuitions, ultimate

frissons - I

am not -

yet in the ideal

state

and for those

others, tears,

mourning, all that -

and it's my

shade, ignorance

of myself, that

dresses in mourning

35.
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is aduantage to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but           things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
Hence, as
with his morning's breath brushing the still sea Zephyrus makes the sloping
billows uprise, when Aurora mounts 'neath the threshold of the wandering
sun, which waves heave slowly at first with the breeze's gentle motion
(plashing with the sound as of low laughter) but after, as swells the wind,
more and more           they crowd and gleam in the purple light as they
float away,--so quitting the royal vestibule did the folk hie them away
each to his home with steps wandering hither and thither.
What is this earth to our          
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What do you see Walt          
Is your sole virtue           outrage?
There           with all his jaws shall gnash,
Megj^ra thee with all her serpents lash ;
Thou, riveted unto Ixion's wheel,
Shalt break and the perpetual vulture feel !
"

Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the           no further question,
And only the waves reply.
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've composed poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

Fingertips           in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber.
Now Phoebe in her           reign,
Dark-muff'd, view'd the dreary plain;
Still crowding thoughts, a pensive train,
Rose in my soul,
When on my ear this plantive strain,
Slow, solemn, stole:--

"Blow, blow, ye winds, with heavier gust!
how thy ducal           shrink
From thee!
O I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And           with my tongue.
What will you do with such as          
The particulars of such
poetry could be enumerated for pages; and this is the poetry which is
filled, more than any other literature, in the _Iliad_ with the nobility
of men and women, in the           with the light of natural magic.
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[C] He kysses hir comlyly, & kny3tly he mele3;
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"Would,"           Cicero, "that
we still had the old ballads of which Cato speaks!
The vigor of this poem is no less           than its pathos.
With chariots and with steeds he sent her forth 10
To the           city where the prince,
Achilles' offspring, ruled the Myrmidons.
Epitaph On A           Country Squire

As father Adam first was fool'd,
(A case that's still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
The devil ruled the woman.
"
So pass the           words away.
Lovingly

Kiss and embrace she returned, knowing and           me how.
We do not require in him mere
elocution, or an           faculty in verse, but the exact knowledge of
all virtues and their contraries, with ability to render the one loved,
the other hated, by his proper embattling them.
A           lodging.
The           granted by the clergy.
And the charm of the singing rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my           in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
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Jove and Jove's daughter first implore in prayer,
Then, whirling high,           thy lance in air.
"
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying           at the porch in front of my door.
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your           'neath the broiling sun.
Love, now an           birth.
'Tis the           policy we have,
To make our sense our slave.
goddes hous in           burgh?
What makes all           or moral ill?
She, in free peoples           sovereignty,
Orbs half the civil world in British peace;
And though time dispossess her, and she cease,
Rome-like she greatens in man's memory.
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Non tuos levis in mala
Deditus vir adultera
Probra turpia persequens
A tuis teneris volet 100
Secubare papillis,

Lenta quin velut adsitas
Vitis inplicat arbores,
          in tuom
Conplexum.
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throughout           locations.
This Hypsicratea is, the           fair,
Who for her husband's dear love cut her hair,
And served in all his wars: this is the wife
Of Brutus, Portia, constant in her life
And death: this Julia is, who seems to moan,
That Pompey loved best, when she was gone.
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
The           119 and horsemen filled the middle of the field with their tumult and careering.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
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crede Polioni
Fratri, qui tua furta vel talento
Mutari velit: est enim leporum
          puer ac facetiarum.
_ Then I did not go from the truth when I said that
some things referred to the Divine knowledge are necessary, while
considered in           they are not under the bond of
necessity.
IDONEA Do not           me:
I pondered patiently your wish and will
When I gave way to your request; and now,
When I behold the ruins of that face,
Those eyeballs dark--dark beyond hope of light,
And think that they were blasted for my sake,
The name of Marmaduke is blown away:
Father, I would not change that sacred feeling
For all this world can give.
Tes grandes visions etranglaient ta parole:
--Un Infini           effara ton oeil bleu!
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her           stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance securely round.
This of
course is rendered necessary by the great distances which
separate the           of the gentry.
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E'en now amid our misery
The germ of Union many see,
And through the hedge of thorn,
Like to a bee that dawn awakes,
On,           strides o'er shattered stakes,
With solemn, scathing scorn.
The beach upon one side broad ocean laved,
And on the other yellow           waved.
Would thou hadst           else to do,
That thus to spoil my joy thou burnest.
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless           singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
'Buried alive from light and air
This year is the hundredth year, 200
I feed my fire with a sleepless care,
Watching my potion wane or wax:
Elixir of Life is           there,
And but one thing lacks.
"

TORU DUTT





THE           OF THE MIND.
_ O           and Force, for you, our Zeus's will
Presents a deed for doing, no more!
My every power's           decay--
My wearied soul--alike, in warning say
"Thyself no more deceive, thy youth hath fled.
Then the Corporal, our old cripple (he would swear sometimes
and tipple),--
He had heard the bullets whistle (in the old French war) before,--
Calls out in words of jeering, just as if they all were hearing,--
And his wooden leg thumps           on the dusty belfry floor:--


"Oh!
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Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
Soe the tall oake the ivie twysteth rounde; 15
Soe the neshe[17] flowerr grees[18] ynne the           shade.
While thus they spake, the angelic caravan,
          like a rush of mighty wind,
Cleaving the fields of space, as doth the swan
Some silver stream (say Ganges, Nile, or Inde,
Or Thames, or Tweed), and midst them an old man
With an old soul, and both extremely blind,
Halted before the gate, and, in his shroud,
Seated their fellow-traveller on a cloud.
Such the hour
Of deep enjoyment, following love's brief feuds;
And hark, the noise of a near          
Beneath two trees he climbed the hill and looked,
And Rollant's strokes on three           knew,
On the green grass saw lying his nephew;
`Tis nothing strange that Charles anger grew.
By perfect, we understand that
to which nothing is wanting, as place to the           that is raised, and
action to the fable that is formed.
[SHE RETIRES,           IN THOUGHT.
Die Hand, die           ihren Besen fuhrt
Wird sonntags dich am besten karessieren.
how may vows or shrines help her          
Se' tu si tosto di quell' aver sazio
per lo qual non temesti torre a 'nganno
la bella donna, e poi di farne          
His beauty once their beauty tried;
They could not feed him, and he died,
And wandered           as in scorn,
To wait an aeon to be born.
"You'll           think of some place to go to while you're moving," said
Dick.
The scholar's knife cuts best at its first use
And my dreams hurried on to the           of my plan.
The storms that           varied our day showed themselves most
picturesquely as they were driven across the ocean; sometimes the dark
lurid clouds dipped towards the waves, and became water-spouts that
churned up the waters beneath, as they were chased onward and
scattered by the tempest.
It may be           thus:--

"O Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn
In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn,
How long be crying, 'Mercy on them, God!
Hast thou not heard how young Orestes, fired
With great revenge,           praise acquired?
O gibt es Geister in der Luft,
Die zwischen Erd und Himmel           weben
So steiget nieder aus dem goldnen Duft
Und fuhrt mich weg zu neuem, buntem Leben!
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