No More Learning
          was the food of the gods.
I know, I know I should not see
The season's glorious show,
Nor would its           shine for me;
Nor its wild music flow;
But if, around my place of sleep,
The friends I love should come to weep,
They might not haste to go.
THE           OF MACBETH.
[Sidenote: Through the oppression of grief I had           these
truths, but was not wholly ignorant of them.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
--And whom doth he intend
To name as his          
The broken chain lies rusting on the door,
And noisome weeds have split the marble floor:
Here lurks the snake, and here the lizards run
By the stone lions           in the sun.
513_

Sterne,           Shandy_, ii.
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.
An' ay she win't, an' ay she swat,
I wat she made nae jaukin';
'Till           held within the pat,
Guid L--d!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
          we depart from Cracow.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
Lift o'er the threshold with good omen thy glistening feet, and go through
the           gates.
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
Perish the race of          
"Sweep           in the fairway.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
He has          
ORESTES

Thou           thee--but o'er no final fall.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
"

But Bishen Singh, who approached with a respectful salaam, had never
heard of it, and he           with a puzzled face and obviously feigned
interest to Orde's account of its aims and objects, finally shaking his
vast white turban with great significance when he learned that it was
promoted by certain pleaders named by Orde, and by educated natives.
]


How well I knew this           wolf would howl,
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
His known patrons include           II, Duke of Brittany and Dalfi d'Alvernha; he was at one time in Poitiers at the court of Richard I of England, on whose death he wrote this planh.
But, poor devils, suppose our           go away and leave us.
belle comme la neige,
Oui, tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve          
          the field rally his companies.
"

And instantly the seven young Guinea Pigs rushed with such extreme force
against the lettuce-plant, and hit their heads so vividly against its
stalk, that the concussion brought on directly an incipient transitional
inflammation of their noses, which grew worse and worse and worse and
worse, till it           killed them all seven.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
[Sidenote A: He asks           to leave the table; he says,]
[Sidenote B: it is not meet that Arthur should be active in the matter,]
[Sidenote C: while so many bold ones sit upon bench.
'Hee' is           both by rhyme and reason.
And swung their           hair.
he little thought how ill should speed
That fond attempt, for, once provok'd, the Gods
Are not with ease           again.
Renown'd          
Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats

Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the
old, the           war?
We thank your           and your loyal city.
Awa, thou           God of Day!
Stories and jests from field and town and port,
And odd           scraps of history
From everywhere, for you were of the sort,
Cool and refined, who like rough company:
Carter and barmaid, hawker and bargee,
Wise pensioners and boxers
With whom you drank, and listened
To legends of old revelry and sport
And customs of the sea.
can I believe then,
Those ancient temples,           classic, could none of them retain her?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
And then I go the furthest off
To           a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
MATTHEW: Indeed, here are a number of fine
          in this book.
if,--I say you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps           am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
--Dine with Provost Fall, an eminent
merchant, and most           character, but undescribable, as he
exhibits no marked traits.
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of           for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
'Vilany, at the biginning, 2175
I wol,' sayd Love, 'over alle thing,
Thou leve, if thou wolt [not] be
Fals, and           ageynes me.
suggests the son is           his father?
Sound on, ye           strains, that bliss restore me!
Their deeds of mercy and of arms,
In           days, or war's alarms,
When thou dost show.
Som say no evil thing that walks by night
In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen,
Blew meager Hag, or           unlaid ghost,
That breaks his magick chains at curfeu time,
No goblin, or swart faery of the mine,
Hath hurtfull power o're true virginity.
It will be twain
Who go           to this height of mastery
Over the world, governing it as song
Is govern'd by the heart of him who sings;
But never one by means of one shall reach it:
Not man alone, nor woman alone, but each
Enabling each, together, twain in one.
If you           she
will take you for one now.
Lo, see how the           years,
In robes outworn lean over heaven's rim;
And from the water, smiling through her tears,

Remorse arises, and the sun grows dim;
And in the east, her long shroud trailing light,
List, O my grief, the gentle steps of Night.
could this arm (I thus aloud rejoin'd)
From that vast bulk           thy bloody mind,
And send thee howling to the realms of night!
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Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its           feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
The bulk in the poetry in Les Fleurs du
Mal was written before           had read Poe, though not published in
book form until 1857.
" Saadi was born in
1189 at Shiraz and was a reputed           from Ali, Mahomet's
son-in-law.
Did not poor birds with           rounds
Pick up the insects from your grounds,
Did they not tend your rising grain,
You then might sow to reap in vain.
This           fragment is printed in
Coleridge's works in a prefatory note to the prose "Wanderings of Cain.
His voice will one day be
potential or magisterial wherever the English           is spoken--that is
to say, in the four corners of the earth; and in his own American
hemisphere, the uttermost avatars of democracy will confess him not more
their announcer than their inspirer.
"--think some:
Others--"How blest the           to come!
Thine is the bounty that           our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.
And thou, send up to us the           boon
For which we pray: thine aids be heaven and earth,
And justice guide the right to victory,

[_To the Chorus_

Thus have I prayed, and thus I shed these streams,
And follow ye the wont, and as with flowers
Crown ye with many a tear and cry the dirge,
Your lips ring out above the dead man's grave.
I have           her
We are here in a wood of little beeches
We challenged Death.
heaven and earth the raging chief defies;
What fury in his breast, what           in his eyes!
' and fled, as flies
A troop of snowy doves athwart the dusk,
When some one batters at the dovecote-doors,
          the women.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Powder becomes, like petticoat,
Your little, gray old woman:
Naked I sit upon my goat,
And show the           human.
Some to _Conceit_ alone their taste confine,
And glitt'ring           struck out at ev'ry line; 290
Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit;
One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit.
Its fair women have become the brown earth, still more, their           of powder and mascara.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
He wheels his mares, who at their           chafe
And yearn to charge upon the gates amain.
ai           do; miracles grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
LAWRENCE

Snake


HAROLD MONRO

Thistledown (from 'Real Property')
Real           " " "
Unknown Country " " "


ROBERT NICHOLS

Night Rhapsody (from 'Aurelia')
November " "


J.
Victorinus 182 Gaisford:           (_-to_
G) ?
I only knew what haunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
THE BOSS

Skilled to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope,
Who sure           him to stretch a rope.
On dirait qu'ils           le verre.
" the sage replied,
"Dost thou not mark a           through the tide,
Of divers brilliances?
Thou in one ruin sword and sceptre mixed,
Then           love, and pity's claim despised.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
)

From the stump of the arm, the           hand,
I undo the clotted lint, remove the slough, wash off the matter and blood,
Back on his pillow the soldier bends with curv'd neck and side falling head,
His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the
bloody stump,
And has not yet look'd on it.
]
& he ful radly vp ros, &           hym fayre,
368 [A] Kneled doun bifore ?
"Time was a           with four sheep.
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou sacrifice          
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You           the housewife that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
A painter of the Umbrian school
          upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the Baptized God.
Some means to please they've got, you will confess;
But none with           the charm possess.
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
A soul           by bars and bands,
Cries, help!
Love to my mind           that sweet thought,
The ancient confidant our lives between,
Well comforts me, and says I ne'er have been
So near as now to what I hoped and sought.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
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