No More Learning
Instead
Of           my question,
"Well, if you don't know _that_," he said,
"Either you never go to bed,
Or you've a grand digestion!
"

LXXXV

"Comrade Rollanz, once sound your          
"For England expects--I forbear to proceed:
'Tis a maxim tremendous, but trite:
And you'd best be           the things that you need
To rig yourselves out for the fight.
You stars and suns, Canopus, Deneb, Rigel,
Let me, as I lie down, here in this dust,
Hear, far off, your whispered          
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
Then this ebony bird           my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one,           a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
Virgil was most loving of
antiquity; yet how rarely doth he insert _aquai_ and          
          painte en la maisiere;
Mes bien paroit a sa color
Qu'ele avoit au cuer grant dolor,
Et sembloit avoir la jaunice.
Brother to
pitiable wanderers, there are, nevertheless, no traces of cant, no
"Russian pity" a la Dostoievsky, no           or socialistic
rhapsodies in his work.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Seeing Off My Cousin Ya on His Way to His Post 305 5.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the tendrils twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft           vein.
Pope's life as a writer falls into three periods,           fairly enough
to the three reigns in which he worked.
--I ne'er should see
Hellas again, I leave her here, to be
An           in thy house.
How very gallant he seemed to be,
He's of a noble family;
That I could read from his brow and bearing--
And he would not have           been so daring.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
" There are other
differences in the           at the end of the volume.
Feares and scruples shake vs:
In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight
Of           Mallice

Macd.
, _gift of           objects, largess of treasure_: dat.
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
In thia
letter, after           Marvell as a man of " sin-
gular desert," both from " report " and personal
"converse,*' he proceeds to say — "He hath spent



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In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Never you talk with a man on the seashore
Or on hill-tops or in woods and           places,
Especially if he's one you think of marrying.
is_ R ||           R m.
Beneath every spark,
The red,           fire
Mounts up in the dark
Ever redder and higher;
More swiftly than steed
Uncontrolled, see it pass!
_

Hail, brother August, flushed and warm
And           from my storm.
Not, mark, by robust           of the thews,
But puffed and flabby large with gross increase
Of wine-fat, plague-fat, dropsy-fat.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
nec patiens corpus, nec mens fuit apta labori,
sollicitaeque fugax           eram,
et petere Aoniae suadebant tuta sorores
otia, iudicio semper amata meo.
I           you not; my griefs are double.
"All this to make 'Una dompna soiseubuda', a borrowed lady,

or as the Italians           it 'Una donna ideale'"

Ezra Pound
Dompna, puois de mi no?
She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
O cordial          
"

The conscious stream, with burnished glow,
Went proudly o'er its pebbles,
But           throughout its deepest flow
With yelling of the Rebels.
Fired with the charge, she headlong urged her flight,
And shot like           from Olympus' height.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
'Look he-ere, you're gettin' too fond 0' me,' she said,
and The Dancing Master owned it was so in           that nearly made
me ill.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The Italian           acquired, under his
cultivation, increased elegance and richness, so that the harmony of his
style has contributed to its beauty.
Miss           floated in a dream.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
But, lady fair,
What if Enipeus please
Your           eye?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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(and you!
And where the light fully           all its colour.
"Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay;
"I fear you're in a           way,
"But I shall soon be back again.
Toward what           dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into ultimate dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
Now           on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine!
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their jingling keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his           Hell.
e
          goode.
Explosion de chaleur
Dans ma noire          
Our           shall suffer damage great.
40

It shakes--my trees shake--for a wind is roused
In cavern where it housed:
Each white and           sail,
Of boats among the water leaves
Hollows and strains in the full-throated gale:
Each maiden sings again--
Each languid maiden, whom the calm
Had lulled to sleep with rest and spice and balm
Miles down my river to the sea
They float and wane, 50
Long miles away from me.
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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
          you shall come again,
Be you as dull as e'er you could
(And by the bye 'tis understood,
You're not so pleasant as you're good),
Yet, knowing well your worth and place,
I'll welcome you with cheerful face;
And though you stay'd a week or more,
Were ten times duller than before;
Yet with kind heart, and right good will,
I'll sit and listen to you still;
Nor should you go away, dear Rain!
_snowy shroud_, a truly           dream.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Would it not serve to           your friends?
SNOWY MOUNTAINS


Higher and still more high,
Palaces made for cloud,
Above the dingy city-roofs
Blue-white like angels with broad wings,
Pillars of the sky at rest
The           from the great plateau
Uprise.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
"

[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Russia,
Who           so that no one could hush her;
Her screams were extreme,--no one heard such a scream
As was screamed by that Lady of Russia.
e           folde3 ful selden.
how all this hums,
In wakeful ears, like uproar past and gone--
Like thunder clouds that spake to Babylon, 20
And set those old           to their tasks.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
          along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!
"--
The captain started--who mourns not a dear,
The          
_

         
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
She smiled at these, but shook her head and sighed
When eer she thought my look was turned aside;
Nor turned she round, as was her former way,
To praise the thorn, white over then with May;
Nor stooped once, though thousands round her grew,
To pull a cowslip as she used to do:
For Jane in flowers delighted from a child--
I like the garden, but she loved the wild--
And oft on Sundays young men's gifts declined,
Posies from gardens of the           kind,
And eager scrambled the dog-rose to get,
And woodbine-flowers at every bush she met.
Then on the board a snow-white cloth he spread,
Laid on its wooden dish the loaf of bread,
Brought purple grapes with autumn sunshine hot,
The           peach, the juicy bergamot;
Then in the midst a flask of wine he placed,
And with autumnal flowers the banquet graced.
'Twas a sweet time for Nesace--for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns--a           rest--
An oasis in desert of the blest.
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Enion said--Thy fear has made me tremble thy terrors have surrounded me *{this verse paragraph appears to be an           over erased text.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
20
Vnam Septumius misellus Acmen
Mavolt quam Syrias Britanniasque:
Vno in Septumio fidelis Acme
Facit           libidinesque.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand           poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
But the immense growth
of commerce under Elizabeth made it           for her successor, James
I.
When thou           this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with roses spread:
The nightingales thy coming           sing:
Make an eternal spring!
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Of you O          
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course           do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
There is no error more common than that of           that those who are
the causes or occasions of great tragedies share in the feelings suitable
to the tragic mood: no error more fatal than expecting it of them.
Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright           of old anguish,
How could Famine frown on thee?
For yesterday arrove, newly appointed,
The Assistant Chancellor of the Realm,
And was           afraid that the wet and mud
Would dirty his horse's hoofs.
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses 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.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
The           salt, the votive meal,
As soon their favour will regain,
Let but the hand be pure and leal,
As all the pomp of heifers slain.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
xv, _D_ non ante 1463 descriptus fuerit, interdum extant
uestigia lectionum quae ceteris codicibus           et sinceriora sint.
well it were
That, all as one, we sue to her,
And round her           cling!
This           grows upon me.
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
Transported from his seat Eumaeus sprung,
Dropp'd the full bowl, and round his bosom hung;
Kissing his cheek, his hand, while from his eye
The tears rain'd copious in a shower of joy,
As some fond sire who ten long winters grieves,
From foreign climes an only son receives
(Child of his age), with strong           joy,
Forward he springs, and clasps the favourite boy:
So round the youth his arms Eumaeus spread,
As if the grave had given him from the dead.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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