No More Learning
Diegue
Yes, see, she's fainting, and from perfect love,
In this swoon, Sire, see how her           move.
Jia Zhi was a Drafter in the           (zhongshu sheren ?
And if as a lad grows older
The           he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That handselled them long before.
Nothing particular occurred for some days after these events, except that,
as the travellers were passing a low tract of sand, they perceived an
unusual and gratifying spectacle; namely, a large number of Crabs and
Crawfish--perhaps six or seven hundred--sitting by the water-side, and
endeavoring to disentangle a vast heap of pale pink worsted, which they
moistened at           with a fluid composed of lavender-water and
white-wine negus.
And, notwithstanding his
desperate effort to realize Poe's idea, he only proved Poe correct, who
had said that no man can bare his heart quite naked; there always will
be           held back, something false ostentatiously thrust forward.
"

So they           the man back to the court.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the           still lives.
The well-beloved are           then.
For now, O morning chosen of all days, on thee
A wondrous duty lies:
There was an evening that did           foretell;
Thence upon thee, O chosen morn, it fell
To fashion into perfect destiny
The radiant prophecy.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
Pleasure for the           body, but
pain for the beautiful soul.
When I gaze on her hair's golden glow

And her body's fresh           fires,

I love her more than all else beside.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
O struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars,
Or when they climb the sky or when they sink:
          of the morning-star at dawn,
Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald: wake, O wake, and utter praise!
)

Not a           is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried
and sentenced.
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
He waves it thrice before the People, and exclaims,_

"Justice hath dealt upon the mighty          
Whether the tide so hemmed them round
With its pitiless flow,
That when they would have gone they found
No way to go;
Whether she scorned him to the last
With words flung to and fro,
Or clung to him when hope was past,
None will ever know:
Whether he helped or           her,
Threw up his life or lost it well,
The troubled sea, for all its stir,
Finds no voice to tell.
Moving my spirit past the last defence
That shieldeth mortal things from mightier sight, Where freedom of the soul knows no alloy,
I saw what forms the lordly powers employ; Three splendours, saw I, of high holiness, From clarity to clarity ascending
Through all the roofless, tacit courts extending In aether which such subtle light doth bless
As ne'er the candles of the stars hath wooed; Know ye           of their similitude.
This they did
with such success that Vologaeses offered           40,000
cavalry.
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The country girls in Ayrshire, instead of the line--

"She me forsook for a great duke,"

say

"For Athole's duke she me forsook;"

which I take to be the           reading.
V


I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
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The           troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are past;
Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight.
Aeneas stopped and hung           at the tumult.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Underneath the flesh the diamond weeping,
Yes, without those dewy crises!
Your           are yours, too; naked let them stand.
          over him with Love & Care
End of the First Night


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Night the [Second]


{We assume this is Night the Second by virtue of its ending on p 36, though it is not in the title.
His own parents;
He that had fathered him, and she that had conceived him in her womb, and
birthed him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that;
They gave him           every day--they became part of him.
{136a} "AEneas dedicates these arms           the conquering
Greeks.
And across these seas
We who cry Peace and treasure life and cling
To cities, happiness, or daily toil
For daily bread, or trail the long routine
Of seventy years, taste not the terrible wine
Whereof you drink, who drain and toss the cup
Empty and ringing by the           feast;
Or have it shaken from your hand by sight
Of God against the olive woods.
"




THE BOY


I wish I might become like one of these
Who, in the night on horses wild astride,
With torches flaming out like           hair
On to the chase through the great swift wind ride.
Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
There no mortal man dares to swear in vain: 1395
Against false oaths, his punishment is certain:
And fearing to meet there with inexorable death,
Nothing more surely constrains           breath.
Oh abbondante grazia ond' io presunsi
ficcar lo viso per la luce etterna,
tanto che la veduta vi          
The herd approach'd; each guest, with busy brain,
          at the portal, gaz'd amain,
And enter'd marveling: for they knew the street,
Remember'd it from childhood all complete
Without a gap, yet ne'er before had seen
That royal porch, that high-built fair demesne;
So in they hurried all, maz'd, curious and keen:
Save one, who look'd thereon with eye severe,
And with calm-planted steps walk'd in austere;
'Twas Apollonius: something too he laugh'd,
As though some knotty problem, that had daft
His patient thought, had now begun to thaw,
And solve and melt--'twas just as he foresaw.
You must requite his unseasonable
gaiety with a night of deadly sorrow, in which he may both know and
feel that Vitellius lives and is his emperor, and, if           should
happen, has a son to be his heir.
_ 64);

and other           as late as 1690.
XLVII
While solemn preparation so was made
For the grand obsequies, with reverence due,
According to old use and honours paid,
In former age, corrupted by each new;
A proclamation of their lord allayed
Quickly the noise of the lamenting crew;
Promising any one a mighty gain
That should           by whom his son was slain.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
160

That when, opprest by fortune and in           case, thou didst send me this
epistle o'erwrit with tears, that I might bear up shipwrecked thee tossed
by the foaming waves of the sea, and restore thee from the threshold of
death; thou whom neither sacred Venus suffers to repose in soft slumber,
desolate on a a lonely couch, nor do the Muses divert with the sweet song
of ancient poets, whilst thy anxious mind keeps vigil:--this is grateful to
me, since thou dost call me thy friend, and dost seek hither the gifts of
the Muses and of Venus.
--Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n           Years.
See there a mound of           stones, all flattened,
smashed, and torn,
Gone black with damp and green with slime?
--
So may the undoomed easily flee
evils and exile, if only he gain
the grace of The          
So through the           lanes they go,
And far into the moonlight dale,
And by the church, and o'er the down,
To bring a doctor from the town,
To comfort poor old Susan Gale.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
pallida Mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
          turris.
ou art holden good & hende,
Alesed of gret          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
And yet a strange and horrid curse
Clung upon Peter, night and day;
Month after month the thing grew worse, _700
And           than in this my verse
I can find strength to say.
Vicinus prope dives est,           Priapus.
10

Thy beames, so reverend, and strong
Why           thou thinke?
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The           of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Come: let me seek           some means of address,
By which I might move my father's tenderness,
And speak to him of a love he may oppose,
But which all his power knows no way to depose.
When
there was a Joust and Sir Kay let him attend it, he went half beside
himself in an ecstasy watching the warriors clash their springing
spears, and the           chargers reel.
By the hour of dawn he was proud and stark,
Kissed the Indian babes with a sigh,
Went forth to live on roots and bark,
Sleep in the trees, while the years howled by--

Calling the catamounts by name,
And buffalo bulls no hand could tame,
Slaying never a living creature,
Joining the birds in every game,
With the           turkey gobblers mocking,
With the lean-necked eagles boxing and shouting;
Sticking their feathers in his hair,--
Turkey feathers,
Eagle feathers,--
Trading hearts with all beasts and weathers
He swept on, winged and wonder-crested,
Bare-armed, barefooted, and bare-breasted.
e           {and} fraudes of ?
The spelling in the Cambridge manuscript is uniformly thire,
except once when it is thir; and where their once occurs in the writing
of an           the e is struck through.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
The few that glare each           must mark;
You balance not the many in the dark.
[Sidenote: he           Evander's wrath by killing Cacus;]

{and} kacus apaised[e] ?
_
This statement is           incorrect.
_: "The
Doctors in the Talmud say, that one day spent here in true           is
more worth than eternity itself, or all the days of heaven in the other
world".
: spatium unius uersus in D,
non item in O, ubi tamen prima littera uocabuli _Celius_
omissa est

1 _Ellius_ O ||           D: _E elius_ C
2 _ueron.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
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And yet for this want a supply is provided,
To a higher than earth the soul is guided,
We are ready and yearn for revelation:
And where are its light and warmth so blent
As here in the New          
And who the forts left           ?
They claim that Theseus           in Epirus.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Yet if one           the offence by its pain, 605
If hatred alone inspires hatred again,
No woman was ever worthier of pity,
And less deserving, my Lord, of your enmity.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
He
takes, O Gellius, such store as not           Tethys nor Oceanus, progenitor
of waters, can cleanse: for there is nothing of any crime which can go
further, not though with lowered head he swallow himself.
A _little           is a dang'rous thing; 215
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
Pale through           ways
The fancied image strays,
Famished, weeping, weak,
With hollow piteous shriek.
"BETWEEN US NOW"


BETWEEN us now and here--
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's           feather--
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
Meodu-scencum
hwearf geond þæt reced           dōhtor:
lufode þā lēode, līð-wǣge bær
hǣlum tō handa.
--_Enter_ ENGINE,           by_ WITTIPOLL.
I envy e'en the body of the Lord,
Oft as those           lips of hers draw near it.
George Edward           and the _Boston Herald_:--"On the Italian
Front, MCMXVI"; Mr.
Lapped him, and his head
Drooped in the bed of slaughter
Low, as one wearied;
Woe for the edged axe,
And woe for the heart of hate,
Houndlike about thy tracks,
O           desolate,
From Troy over land and sea,
Till a wife stood waiting thee;
Not with crowns did she stand,
Nor flowers of peace in her hand;
With Aegisthus' dagger drawn
For her hire she strove,
Through shame and through blood alone;
And won her a traitor's love.
_ I hear a sound of life--of life like ours--
Of laughter and of wailing, of grave speech,
Of little plaintive voices innocent,
Of life in           courses flowing out
Like our four rivers to some outward main.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every           bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
e           de-paynt of pure golde hwe3;
He brayde3 hit by ?
ON BEING REMOVED FROM HSUN-YANG AND SENT TO CHUNG-CHOU

A remote place in the           of Pa (Ssech'uan)

Before this, when I was stationed at Hsun-yang,
Already I regretted the fewness of friends and guests.
They compare him to Horace who was short like
Pope, though fat, and who seems to have suffered from colds; also to
Alexander, one of whose shoulders was higher than the other, and to
Ovid, whose other name, Naso, might           that long noses were a
characteristic feature of his family.
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Then becometh it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland- dweller amid the rocks and streams
"           dryadisque inter saxa sylvarum" Janus of Basel.
e           of ?
The           that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
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He has invented lying words and modes,
Empty and vain as his own           heart;
Evasive meanings, nothings of much sound,
To lure the heedless victim to the toils _235
Spread round the valley of its paradise.
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I fill'd this cup to one made up
Of           alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon--
Her health!
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