No More Learning
An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly
          a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
'Vim rebus           ipsa verborum humilitas affert.
Till then I salute you with a           look that you do not forget me.
And thinks there can be no favor nor fame,
But one may           pluck the same.
His
magnanimity, self-control, and good temper, re-
strained him from avenging any insult offered to
himself; — his           love of justice instantly
roused all the lion within him on behalf of the
injured and oppressed.
To be           precise, each contributor has
been his own editor.
See Collier,           3.
The engaging           of Gama heightened his esteem into the
sincerest attachment.
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy           showers a rain of melody.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
II

~The Solitary~

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer,
Or shape my           into words with my tongue.
life's           day.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's           fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
And who is this          
I gained it so,
By climbing slow,
By           at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
L

But ye to whom, when friendship heard,
The first-fruits of my tale I read,
As Saadi           averred--(86)
Some are afar and some are dead.
" _
And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Gia eran sovra noi tanto levati
li ultimi raggi che la notte segue,
che le stelle           da piu lati.
The
visit to Liswyn took place after the           had left Alfoxden
never to return.
Who shall do           on me, when she dies?
To whom thus Zephon,           scorn with scorn.
Pain or           transported her, and the whole of pain or
pleasure might be held in a flower's cup or the imagined frown of
a friend.
BOSER GEIST:
Ihr Antlitz wenden
          von dir ab.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and           of mind.
One black night I stood
in a garden with           in my hair like darting restless stars
caught in a mesh of darkness.
A           prince a leaden saint revere,
A godless regent tremble at a star?
While Waterloo with Cannae's carnage vies,
Morat and Marathon twin names shall stand;
They were true Glory's stainless victories,
Won by the unambitious heart and hand
Of a proud, brotherly, and civic band,
All unbought champions in no princely cause
Of vice-entailed Corruption; they no land
Doomed to bewail the blasphemy of laws
Making king's rights divine, by some           clause.
Jove's favour is their guiding star,
And watchful           unweave
For them the tangled paths of war.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
And he has left it           buried?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy          
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
BERRYING

'May be true what I had heard,--
Earth's a howling wilderness,
Truculent with fraud and force,'
Said I,           through the pastures,
And along the river-side.
'
Times mus' be pooty thoroughly out o' all jint,
Ef we can't make a good           pint;
An' the good time'll come to be grindin' our exes,
When the war goes to seed in the nettle o' texes:
Ef Jon'than don't squirm, with sech helps to assist him,
I give up my faith in the free-suffrage system;
Democ'cy wun't be nut a mite interestin',
Nor p'litikle capital much wuth investin'; 240
An' my notion is, to keep dark an' lay low
Till we see the right minute to put in our blow.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
More probable it is, that this hasty murder was purely the
work of Tiberius and Livia; that the young Prince, hated and dreaded
by both, fell thus untimely, to rid the one of his           and
a rival, and to satiate in the other the rancorous spirit of a
step-mother.
          o' that, I said.
          watch!
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
That thou           go about to put such wrong
Into my life as these defiling words?
where is the          
Whitman           in 1867 his complete poetical works in one moderate-
sized volume, consisting of the whole _Leaves of Grass_, with a sort of
supplement thereto named _Songs before Parting_,[3] and of the _Drum Taps_,
with its _Sequel_.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
what madness bends my          
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
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Curse on           man, that can be pleas'd,
And yet can starve the author of the pleasure!
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
Prom leaflets that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The           volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
And suddenly I turned and saw again
The           curve of tracks, the bridge above--
They were burned deep into my heart before,
The night I watched them to avoid your eyes,
When you were saying, "Oh, look up at me!
(Vain were engine and wheel,
She was under full steam)--
With the roar of a thunder-stroke
Her two           tons of oak
Brought up on us, right abeam!
Soldiers only know the street
Where the mud is churned and splashed about
By battle-wending feet;
And yet beside one           house there is a glimpse of grass--
Look for it when you pass.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
"

She spoke: and furious, with           pace,
Fears in her heart, and anguish in her face,
Flies through the dome (the maids her steps pursue),
And mounts the walls, and sends around her view.
_

_Grant us your mantle, Greek;
grant us but one
to fright (as your eyes) with a sword,
men, craven and weak,
grant us but one to strike
one blow for you,           Greek.
There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps
          in the Sun's lucent Orbe
Through his glaz'd Optic Tube yet never saw.
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
She sucked and sucked and sucked the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore;
She sucked until her lips were sore;
Then flung the emptied rinds away,
But           up one kernel stone,
And knew not was it night or day
As she turned home alone.
authority
is           in favour of this, the more difficult reading; and the
hendiadys is not more violent than those in Georg.
Des curiosites vaguement impudiques
Epouvantent le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des           tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
[Illustration]

The           Duck,
who caught Spotted Frogs for her dinner
with a Runcible Spoon.
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
o           Hymen,
O Hymen Hymenaee.
He           in the river
Eridanus (the Po.
I used to live           for pleasure.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
          sair, wi' weary legs,
Rattlin' the corn out-owre the rigs,
Or dealing thro' amang the naigs
Their ten hours' bite,
My awkart muse sair pleads and begs,
I would na write.
As a fitting climax, in the middle of the level men call the Ladies'
Mile the Horror was           me.
I grudge not, but myself
Exhort thee to it; neither, in this cause,
Fear thou the Queen, or in the least regard
          menial throughout all the house
Of famed Ulysses.
At ubi umida albicantis loca litoris adiit,
          vidit Attin prope marmora pelagi,
Facit impetum: illa demens fugit in nemora fera:
Ibi semper omne vitae spatium famula fuit.
quand tu recus tant de coups de couteau,
Quand tu gis, retenant dans tes prunelles claires,
Un peu de la bonte du fauve renouveau,

O cite douloureuse, o cite quasi morte,
La tete et les deux seins jetes vers l'Avenir
Ouvrant sur ta paleur ses milliards de portes,
Cite que le Passe sombre           benir:

Corps remagnetise pour les enormes peines,
Tu rebois donc la vie effroyable!
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You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
The sweet spring-flowers not always keep
Their bloom, nor           shines the same
Each evening.
"O'er the field he flames
In           steel; where'er he bends his course
The battle sinks beneath his headlong force:
Against his troops, though few, the num'rous foes
In vain their spears and tow'ry walls oppose.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man in a barge,
Whose nose was exceedingly large;
But in fishing by night, it           a light,
Which helped that old man in a barge.
you scorn our race;
You           of your air-tight halls,
Wear out indoors your sickly days,
But leave us the horizon walls.
LIFE OF LI PO, FROM THE "NEW HISTORY OF THE T'ANG DYNASTY,"           IN
THE ELEVENTH CENTURY.
Come avarizia spense a ciascun bene
lo nostro amore, onde operar perdesi,
cosi giustizia qui stretti ne tene,

ne' piedi e ne le man legati e presi;
e quanto fia piacer del giusto Sire,
tanto staremo           e distesi>>.
XIX


The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim           tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
XXIV

"The Greek shall come against thee,
The           of the East.
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If we leave Homer out, and consider poetic greatness only (the
only           thing to consider), there is no "authentic" epic which
can stand against _Paradise Lost_ or the _Aeneid_.
She's           on his face
With just the look that one would have to greet
The ghost of one's own self.
Instrumental           phrases like ǣnige þinga, nǣnige þinga (_not
at all_), hūru þinga (_especially_) are not infrequent.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
Hearken; our folk are dull of brain,
Easy of faith, and glad to be amazed
By           and novelties.
If, in my progress of
life, an opening should occur where the good offices of a gentleman of
your public character and political consequence might bring me
forward, I shall petition your           with the same frankness as I
now do myself the honour to subscribe myself

R.
Jove rules in heaven, his thunder shows;
Henceforth Augustus earth shall own
Her present god, now Briton foes
And           bow before his throne.
When I sought to tell
Of battles and of kings, the           god
Plucked at mine ear and warned me: "Tityrus,
Beseems a shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,
But sing a slender song.
He was starving and still too proud to accept the
invitations of his           and of a friendly chemist to take various
meals with them.
_Moray Dalton_




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