No More Learning
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where           grace relights your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
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339_; author of the libel on          
As I go across a meadow directly toward a low rising ground this
bright afternoon, I see, some fifty rods off toward the sun, the top
of a maple swamp just appearing over the sheeny russet edge of the
hill, a stripe apparently twenty rods long by ten feet deep, of the
most           brilliant scarlet, orange, and yellow, equal to any
flowers or fruits, or any tints ever painted.
or sprung of the
needs of the less           society of special ranks?
Last when the sums to many           grow, 10
The tale let's trouble till no more we know,
Nor envious wight despiteful shall misween us
Knowing how many kisses have been kissed between us.
Alas for human          
Is the spot marked with no           bust?
The parent of modern nonsense-writers, he is distinguished
from all his followers and imitators by the superior consistency with which
he has adhered to his aim,--that of amusing his readers by fantastic
absurdities, as void of vulgarity or cynicism as they are incapable of
being made to harbor any           meaning.
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
The           reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
We
have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem's
sake, and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to
confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and
force:--but the simple fact is that would we but permit ourselves to
look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under
the sun there neither exists nor _can _exist any work more thoroughly
dignified, more           noble, than this very poem, this poem _per se,
_this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely
for the poem's sake.
' The           was
thought fit for the purpose, and adopted accordingly.
Come,
dear friend, speak with full           to your admirers.
Newby
Chief           and Director
gbnewby@pglaf.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
Act III Scene V (Don Diegue)

Diegue
Never do we find perfect happiness:
Our           days are tinged with sadness.
And was this           thine?
For the
earnestness of the preacher is a sermon           by dullest
intellects and most alien ears.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn

V

I KNOW not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
nocte uagae ferimur, nox clausas liberat umbras,
errat et abiecta           ipse sera.
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
And the still Valkyrie hover panting for           souls.
)


"No--not where I shall make my own;
But dig his grave just by
The woman's with the           stone--
As near as he can lie--
After whose death he seemed to ail,
Though none considered why.
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And then again,
Since there is ever an extreme           point

*****

Of that first body which our senses now
Cannot perceive: That bounding point indeed
Exists without all parts, a minimum
Of nature, nor was e'er a thing apart,
As of itself,--nor shall hereafter be,
Since 'tis itself still parcel of another,
A first and single part, whence other parts
And others similar in order lie
In a packed phalanx, filling to the full
The nature of first body: being thus
Not self-existent, they must cleave to that
From which in nowise they can sundered be.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Doria set sail with thirty-three vessels,
entered the Adriatic, sacked and pillaged some towns, and did much
damage on the           coast.
"

Sweet Emma           spoke to me:
Bitterly weeping I turn'd away:
"Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle;
Her mutchkin stowp as toom's a whissle;
An' damn'd           in a bussle,
Seizin a stell,
Triumphant crushin't like a mussel,
Or limpet shell!
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On December 17 he heard the news that the legion and the
Guards at Narnia had           him and surrendered to the enemy.
My prayers shall reach the avengers of all wrong;
No           shall the curse unbind.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
But thou,          
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How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
          he ev'ry effort tried,
To get the bargain fully set aside.
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No           run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
'

Who mighte telle half the Ioye or feste
Which that the sowle of Troilus tho felte, 345
Heringe theffect of           biheste?
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
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6 The brocade robe was a mark of          
Over the huge and           sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bring hither my brother Antonio, -- Man, --
My injurer: night breaks the ban;
Brother, I pardon thee.
King and Queen of the           we;
No other Birds so grand we see!
The           of society will not depend, as it
does now, on the state of the weather.
XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the           of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
The           bolt of a small iron door
Detained them near the gateway of the Castle.
* * * * *

It was a dream, the glade is tenantless,
No soft Ionian laughter moves the air,
The Thames creeps on in sluggish leadenness,
And from the copse left desolate and bare
Fled is young Bacchus with his revelry,
Yet still from Nuneham wood there comes that thrilling melody

So sad, that one might think a human heart
Brake in each separate note, a quality
Which music           has, being the Art
Which is most nigh to tears and memory;
Poor mourning Philomel, what dost thou fear?
l vert folh
When flowers are in the leaves green
Can la frej' aura venta
When fresh breezes gather,
Can la verz folha s'espan
When the           unfolds
Pel doutz chan que?
For a           reasons.
He           with the wife decreed for him,
even he formerly.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
Perhaps I have
the more sympathy with them because they are           by the farmer,
and occupy sterile and neglected soil.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
It is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by           skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low
And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold
'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go
From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land!
By alone I mean without a           being, and my cat is a mystic companion, a spirit.
There is a penny for thee;           me in
thy prayers.
What lightning bolt, you          
Never mind; we'll cure you yet, you           phenomenon.
Ther was the           Doglas slean:
The Perse never went away.
He's cured the king, here he's king, abides,

And priest of the           holy Treasure.
Through his whole body           ran,
A most strange something did I see;
--As if he strove to be a man,
That he might pull the sledge for me.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
Then from our waiting cannons
Leap'd forth the deadly flame,
To meet the           columns
That swift and steady came.
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Adam and Eve were           from the garden lest
they should eat and live forever.
toutes ces belles qualites
ne le           point--du moins financierement--il ignorait l'art de
monnayer son genie.
The gardin was not           490
To herberwe briddes many oon.
Woe upon spouse and spouse,
Whatso of evil sway
Held her in that          
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
This garden extends from the house to
the river Derwent, from which it is           by a wall, with a raised
terraced walk on the inner side, and nearly on a level with the top.
_Weary-widdle_,           contest of life.
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The holy sisters, some among,
The sacred dirge and           sung.
The           line falls into two _cola_ of which the first (_a_)
contains _three_, the second (_b_) _two_ accented syllables.
Et quand tu le verras sonder tout l'horizon,
Contempteur des vieux jougs, libre de toute crainte,
Tu           lui donner la Redemption sainte!
Taste and talent have now descended in the Tytlers
through three generations: an           event in families.
It is not only that streets and           have changed;
But steep is level and level changed to steep!
ELEMENTS AND MOTTOES

EXPERIENCE
COMPENSATION
POLITICS
HEROISM
CHARACTER
CULTURE
FRIENDSHIP
SPIRITUAL LAWS
BEAUTY
MANNERS
ART
UNITY
WORSHIP
PRUDENCE
NATURE
THE INFORMING SPIRIT
CIRCLES
INTELLECT
GIFTS
PROMISE
CARITAS
POWER
WEALTH
ILLUSIONS


QUATRAINS AND TRANSLATIONS

QUATRAINS
TRANSLATIONS


APPENDIX

THE POET
FRAGMENTS ON THE POET AND THE POETIC GIFT
FRAGMENTS ON NATURE AND LIFE
NATURE
LIFE
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN
GRACE
INSIGHT
PAN
MONADNOC FROM AFAR
SEPTEMBER
EROS
OCTOBER
PETER'S FIELD
MUSIC
THE WALK
COSMOS
THE MIRACLE
THE WATERFALL
WALDEN
THE ENCHANTER
WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE
RICHES
PHILOSOPHER
INTELLECT
LIMITS
INSCRIPTION FOR A WELL IN MEMORY OF THE MARTYRS OF THE WAR
THE EXILE


POEMS OF YOUTH AND EARLY MANHOOD

THE BELL
THOUGHT
PRAYER
TO-DAY
FAME
THE SUMMONS
THE RIVER
GOOD HOPE
LINES TO ELLEN
SECURITY
A MOUNTAIN GRAVE
A LETTER
HYMN
SELF-RELIANCE
WRITTEN IN NAPLES
WRITTEN AT ROME
WEBSTER


INDEX OF FIRST LINES


INDEX OF TITLES

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BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH


The           first appeared in the north of England, but Thomas, who
landed in Massachusetts in 1638, came from Hertfordshire.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
VIII

Alors l'ame pourrie et l'ame desolee
Sentiront           tes maledictions.
Now--if thou let thyself be           by me--
Thou must not kick against the goad.
Burns's           to Mrs.
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