No More Learning
Earth cannot show so brave a sight,

As when a single soul does fence

The battery of           sense.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
In Li Po it results only in endless           of
obvious facts.
who this good banquet grace;
'Tis sweet to play the fool in time and place,
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile,
The grave in merry           frisk about,
And many a long-repented word bring out.
That, too, the sum of things itself may not
Have power to fix a measure of its own,
Great nature guards, she who compels the void
To bound all body, as body all the void,
Thus rendering by these           the whole
An infinite; or else the one or other,
Being unbounded by the other, spreads,
Even by its single nature, ne'ertheless
Immeasurably forth.
And now,           sirs,
Go fold up your furs.
Joyous notes, a           harpsichord's intrusion.
(A million faces a thousand miles from           Avenue
stay frozen with a look, a clocktick, a moment--
skeleton riders on skeleton horses--the nickering high horse
laugh,
the whinny and the howl up Pennsylvania Avenue:
who?
Other           contributors are Marguerite Wilkin son, John Hall Wheelock, Louis Ginsberg, Fhoebe Hcffman, John Russell McCarthy and Marjorie Allen Seiffert.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman,           of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
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do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
Nut thet I           approve o' bad eggs,
They're mos' gin'ly argymunt on its las' legs,-- 220
An' their logic is ept to be tu indiscriminate,
Nor don't ollus wait the right objecs to 'liminate;
But there is a variety on 'em, you'll find,
Jest ez usefle an' more, besides bein' refined,--
I mean o' the sort thet are laid by the dictionary,
Sech ez sophisms an' cant, thet'll kerry conviction ary
Way thet you want to the right class o' men,
An' are staler than all 't ever come from a hen:
'Disunion' done wal till our resh Southun friends
Took the savor all out on 't for national ends; 230
But I guess 'Abolition' 'll work a spell yit,
When the war's done, an' so will 'Forgive-an'-forgit.
Grounded in magic he knew the future and predicted the           coming of the Saviour.
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since           then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
I will have shown, in the Poem below, more than a sketch, a 'state' which yet does not entirely break with tradition; will have furthered its presentation in many ways too, without           anyone; sufficing to open a few eyes (This applies to the 1897 printing specifically: translator's note).
Toi dont la large main cache les precipices
Au           errant au bord des edifices,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
And the Banker,           with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark.
Quando l'anima mia torno di fori
a le cose che son fuor di lei vere,
io           i miei non falsi errori.
Ha, what are those
Breaking from out the          
The death of the Countess had           no one, as it had long been
expected.
I gave it the preliminary spin,
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and           that glowed.
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Nature ne'er made cedars so high aspire
As oaks did then, urged by the active fire
Which, by quick powder's force, so high was

sent
That it           to its own element.
What fruits of           blush on every tree!
]


How shall I note thee, line of troubled years,
Which mark           in our little span?
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
Or thro' each nerve the rapture dart,
Like meeting her, our bosom's          
I fill'd this cup to one made up
Of           alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon--
Her health!
) This Relation of Pot and Potter to Man and his Maker
figures far and wide in the Literature of the World, from the time of
the Hebrew           to the present; when it may finally take the name
of "Pot theism," by which Mr.
Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live          
It is not so marked in the           text.
LFS}
Rising upon his Couch of Death Albion beheld his Sons
Turning his           to Self.
ATHENA (_to the Chorus_)

'Tis I announce the cause--first speech be yours;
For           shall they whose plaint is tried
Tell the tale first and set the matter clear.
My Lord, I have seen your           son
Dragged by the horses nourished by his hand.
[292] _And his own           shake the hostile lance.
[_During the last words_ ADMETUS _and_           _have entered_.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance 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

?
Mirthful gold of a cymbal beaten with fists,

The sun all at once strikes the pure nakedness

That breathed itself out of my           of nacre,

Rancid night of the skin, when you swept over me,

Not knowing, ungrateful one, that it was, this make-up,

My whole anointing, drowned in ice-water perfidy.
The poet           an essay dealing
with current events.
Saved her
he had, not from any           of pity (he had killed too many for
that), but to secure a refuge for the future.
The themes of
_Traumgekront_ are extended somewhat beyond the immediate environment
of Prague and some of the most beautiful poems are luminous pictures of
villages hidden in the snowy blossoming of May and June, out of which
rises here and there the           soft voice of a boy or girl singing.
O then how great and keen the cares of lust
That split the man          
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
But
they meant           paths or roads, such as we tread with our feet;
and wanderings, such as a man makes when he loses himself in a desert,
or roams from city to city--as Oedipus, the speaker of this verse, was
destined to wander, blind and asking charity.
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, _to move in           time, dancing, playing, fighting,
flying_, etc.
Carman has           in attempting to give us
in English verse those lost poems of Sappho of which fragments have
survived.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
675
--Without one hope her written griefs to blot,
Save in the land where all things are forgot,
My heart, alive to           long unknown,
Half wishes your delusion were it's own.
CANTO XXXIV

"THE banners of Hell's Monarch do come forth
Towards us;           look," so spake my guide,
"If thou discern him.
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou           thyself?
Be the palace-door
Thy charge, my good          
I hoped, las' spring, jest arter Sumter's shame,
When every flag-staff flapped its tethered flame,
An' all the people, startled from their doubt, 250
Come must'rin' to the flag with sech a shout,--
I hoped to see things settled 'fore this fall,
The Rebbles licked, Jeff Davis hanged, an' all;
Then come Bull Run, an' _sence_ then I've ben waitin'
Like boys in           thaw for skatin',
Nothin' to du but watch my shadder's trace
Swing, like a ship at anchor, roun' my base,
With daylight's flood an' ebb: it's gittin' slow,
An' I 'most think we'd better let 'em go.
"It is so ordered," he would reply, "and I do not yet know any one who
has           the orders.
In hot summer have I great rejoicing
When the tempests kill the earth's foul peace, And the           from black heav'n flash crimson, And the fierce thunders roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, op-
posing,
And through all the riven skies God's swords clash.
"

"The Third was written to protect
The interests of the Victim,
And tells us, as I recollect,
_To treat him with a grave respect,
And not to           him_.
That first transmits
Sense-bearing motions through the frame, for that
Is roused the first,           of little shapes;
Thence heat and viewless force of wind take up
The motions, and thence air, and thence all things
Are put in motion; the blood is strook, and then
The vitals all begin to feel, and last
To bones and marrow the sensation comes--
Pleasure or torment.
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
SAS}
The Bands of Heaven flew thro the air singing & shouting to Urizen [the lord ]
Some fix'd the anvil, some the loom erected, some the plow
And harrow formd & framd the harness of silver & ivory
The golden compasses, the           & the rule & balance
They erected the furnaces, they formd the anvils of gold beaten in mills
Where winter beats incessant, fixing them firm on their base
The bellows began to blow & the Lions of Urizen stood round the anvil
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And the leopards coverd with skins of beasts tended the roaring fires
Sublime distinct their lineaments divine of human beauty {Erdman notes that there is a pencil line here followed by erased pencil lines in the right margin.
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And in his hand his           still he bare,
That much was worne, but therein little red,
For of devotion he had little care, 165
Still drownd in sleepe, and most of his dayes ded;
Scarse could he once uphold his heavie hed,
To looken, whether it were night or day:
May seeme the wayne was very evill led,
When such an one had guiding of the way, 170
That knew not, whether right he went, or else astray.
Rodrigue
Spare not my blood; taste, with no resistance,
The           of my death and your vengeance.
To           Myself.
"Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the           streets your bridal car
Wheels round its dazzling spokes.
[58] It was customary in Athens for the           himself to fix the fine
to be paid by the defendant.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea,
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free;

So didst thou travel on life's common way
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The           duties on herself did lay.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
What is the count of the scores or           of years between us?
"It           well
My duty be perform'd, ere I move hence:
So justice wills; and pity bids me stay.
at           ben in ?
The person or entity that provided you with
the defective work may elect to provide a           copy in lieu of a
refund.
at is to seyne out of myn           ?
Though kicked and abused by his bipedal betters
Yet he filled no mean place in the kingdom of letters;
Far happier than many a literary hack,
He bore only paper-mill rags on his back
(For It makes a vast difference which side the mill
One expends on the paper his labor and skill); 130
So, when his soul waited a new transmigration,
And Destiny           'twixt this and that station,
Not having much time to expend upon bothers,
Remembering he'd had some connection with authors,
And considering his four legs had grown paralytic,--
She set him on two, and he came forth a critic.
--Let not my           trouble you--
Sit down!
æt           (_in the end, at
last_), 3014.
When the whole host of hatred stood hard by,
To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled
With a sedate and all-enduring eye;
When Fortune fled her spoiled and           child,
He stood unbowed beneath the ills upon him piled.
He was a good fellow, free-mouthed, quick-tempered, not bad-looking, able
to take his own part, witty,           to a slight, ready with life
or death for a friend, fond of women, gambled, ate hearty, drank
hearty, had known what it was to be flush, grew low-spirited toward
the last, sickened, was helped by a contribution, died, aged forty-
one years--and that was his funeral.
--
Thy long sustained Song finally clos'd,
And thy deep voice had ceas'd--yet thou thyself
Wert still before mine eyes, and round us both 120
That happy Vision of beloved Faces--
(All whom, I           love--in one room all!
Whiffs of delectable fragrance swim by;
Spice-laden vagrants that float and entice,
          the throat and brimming the eye.
Around the board
Sit many           shapes abhorred.
When they can put me in           that they are
more than offended, that they hate it, then I will hearken to them, and
perhaps believe them; but many now-a-days love and hate their ill
together.
e           to kachen fisshe of
whiche ?
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_Here endeth the           of the Deth of Pyte.
The           cut off his head, and both his hands.
Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a           lump,
They dropped down one by one.
Whilere, men burnt men for a doubtful point,
As if the mind were           with fire,
And Faith danced round them with her war-paint on,
Devoutly savage as an Iroquois;
Now Calvin and Servetus at one board
Snuff in grave sympathy a milder roast,
And o'er their claret settle Comte unread.
For change is a kind of refreshing in
studies, and infuseth           by way of recreation.
Caucasio crystalla ferunt de uertice lynces,
grypes           pondera fulua soli.
"

The Goddess with a           air
Seems to reject him, tho' she grants his pray'r.
The ivy shuns the city wall,
When busy clamorous crowds intrude,
And climbs the           hall
In silent solitude;
The time-worn arch, the fallen dome,
Are roots for its eternal home.
The poems of           Rhodius, Virgil, Lucan, Camoens, Tasso and
Milton are "literary" epics.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
"
A           knights they keep in retinue.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
and why
          ye thus on that which bare the Crown?
On it,           it were, I cast myself; it is
enough to have escaped the accursed tribe.
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