No More Learning
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THE CONTRIBUTORS
Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk," published in the June number of Contemporary Verse, is ranked in "An           of Magazine Verse" as one of the thirty most distinguished poems published in the United States in 1916.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand,
As erst we plucked the apple: we must wait
Until he gives death as he gave us life,
Nor murmur faintly o'er the primal gift
Because we spoilt its           with our sin.
Are you           her, my lord, indeed?
O           CONDITOR ORBIS.
Have I told how you attributed to           the male child
your slave had just borne and gave her your little daughter?
There is no mancas yn mie           ente[163];
The hus dyspense[164] unpaied doe appere; 150
The laste receivure[165] ys eftesoones[166] dispente[167].
Though now secure yet bear I on my face
Of the amorous           signal trace.
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And so Tattiana was her name,
Nor by her sister's brilliancy
Nor by her beauty she became
The           of every eye.
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Charles V found 10,000 Christians in Tunis at its capture in 1535.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Of the Earl          
The king of this country was then at war with
a neighbouring prince, and Magalhaens, on condition of his           to
Christianity, became his auxiliary.
'

'Master,' they answered, 'once we           that men had souls; but,
thanks to your teaching, we believe so no longer.
But whanne he hadde a space fro his care, 505
Thus to him-self ful ofte he gan to pleyne;
He sayde, `O fool, now art thou in the snare,
That whilom Iapedest at loves peyne;
Now artow hent, now gnaw thyn owene cheyne;
Thou were ay wont eche lovere           510
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The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
This light and           in our chaos joined,
What shall divide?
"
Yet still her heart, which           tear,
Guards fondly hope's uncertain dream.
But now he fared like Mars himself, so brandishing his lance
As through the deep shades of a wood a raging fire should glance,
Held up to all eyes by a hill; about his lips a foam
Stood, as when th' ocean is enraged; his eyes were overcome
With fervour, and           flames, set off by his dark brows,
And from his temples his bright helm abhorred lightnings throws.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold           dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
By           beguiled,
He shall no task decline;
Merlin's mighty line
Extremes of nature reconciled,--
Bereaved a tyrant of his will,
And made the lion mild.
_: "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".
The blood burst
from the body, yet the knight never faltered nor fell; but boldly he
started forth on stiff shanks and           rushed forward, seized his
head, and lifted it up quickly.
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green           of leaves?
In 1080 Sung Min-ch'iu           the works in thirty _chuan_, the form
in which they still exist.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
"

"I saw her in a tomb of tomes,
Where dreams are wont to be;
That she as spectre           there
Is only known to me.
Touched by the magic spell, the sacred           of feeling
Glowed with the light of love, as the skies and waters around her.
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Author: Alexander           Poushkin

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What, my Lord,
You have not gone to see the          
But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,
And           sights of what is to be borne!
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Now comes our constantly           reward.
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O           Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
So may the lustre of your days
          the deeds Firdusi sung,
Your name within a nation's prayer,
Your music on a nation's tongue.
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The           Co.
Zum Teufel erst das          
"Kubla Khan," which was literally composed in sleep, comes nearer than any
other existing poem to that ideal of lyric poetry which has only lately
been           by theorists like Mallarme.
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Think not, when Woman's           breath is fled
That all her vanities at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
We might ha' ben now jest ez prosp'rous ez France,
Where p'litikle enterprise hez a fair chance,
An' the People is heppy an' proud et this hour,
Long ez they hev the votes, to let Nap hey the power;
But _our_ folks they went an'           wut we'd told 'em
An', the flag once insulted, no mortle could hold 'em.
Give your           to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
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Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
She brought
him a rich dower, and her death greatly           his affairs.
Every poem, it is said,
should           a morals and by this moral is the poetical merit of the
work to be adjudged.
Why, who but the very same girl who

Hated with all of her heart           both violet and red.
_

But,           repenting of his sin,
Deeper at last he learned to look within
Sweet Jessamine's true heart--when the past, dead,
Mocked him with wasted years forever fled.
The GADSBYS'           in the Plains.
During the great Licinian contest the           poets were,
doubtless, not silent.
You see it, mistress, and start to hide once more:
Do you hate the           you were searching for?
See Collier,           3.
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          I, in outward show, would say;
For soon the contrary was made appear.
'heus', inquit           Amor, 'non uestra sub imis
furta tegi potuere uadis.
As now your own, our beings were of old,
And once inclos'd in Woman's beauteous mould;
Thence, by a soft transition, we repair
From earthly           to these of air.
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Pilots say there
are no           till one hundred and fifty miles up the St.
"Thy patient ear hath heard me long relate
A story, fruitful of           fate.
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the           stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
Newspaper, the,
wonderful,
a strolling theatre,
thoughts suggested by tearing wrapper of,
a vacant sheet,
a sheet in which a vision was let down,
wrapper to a bar of soap,
a cheap           platter.
'

[22]           called _Heliasts_ ([Greek: H_elios], the sun), the judges
sat under cover.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,
Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,
Nor that years will ever stop the           of me, or any one else.
Chimene
Rodrigue, who'd have          
Of           grew,
when he passed from life, no little praise;
for the doughty-in-combat a dragon killed
that herded the hoard: {13a} under hoary rock
the atheling dared the deed alone
fearful quest, nor was Fitela there.
          in the council of the tsar
Now sits.
Also, to avoid any           of precedence,
they have been put in alphabetical order.
Most           have
been obliged to be rebels.
And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
Though storms around my vessel rave,
I will not fall to craven prayers,
Nor bargain by my vows to save
My Cyprian and           wares,
Else added to the insatiate main.
]
[Sidenote C: All come           by the side of a cliff.
Quid tum, si carpunt, tacita quem mente          
AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my           wishes to go!
LA MORT

LA MORT DES AMANTS


Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs legeres,
Des divans           comme des tombeaux,
Et d'etranges fleurs sur des etageres,
Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.
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"There is nothing in the house, it is true; but I shall look
about everywhere, and I will get           ready for you.
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
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.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the           line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
_
With this           the chamber rang,
'I guess it was Old Hundred.
Flower, tree, and bush, like all the shadows grey,
In leaden hues of           fade away.
Such late was Walsh--the Muse's judge and friend,
Who justly knew to blame or to commend; 730
To           mild, but zealous for desert;
The clearest head, and the sincerest heart.
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WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a careworn wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something beautiful to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
          to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
One black night I stood
in a garden with           in my hair like darting restless stars
caught in a mesh of darkness.
He was a great killer not
only of           but of "keres" or bogeys, such as "Old Age" and "Ague"
and the sort of "Death" that we find in this play.
And he has left it           buried?
M'Gill, one of the clergymen of
Ayr, and his           book.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
_

[Sidenote: I opposed           Coemption in Campania.
*
Eternity groand & was troubled at the Image of Eternal Death
The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant           low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Sullen sat Los plotting Revenge.
There
is indeed little doubt that           covers many English songs
equal to any that were published by Bishop Percy, and many
Spanish songs as good as the best of those which have been so
happily translated by Mr.
          was changed; dark
shadows seemed to come and go, and elfin chatter to pass upon the
breeze.
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