No More Learning
Here might somebody ask:--"How, Door, hast           such matter?
'

II

Freedom all winged expands,
Nor perches in a narrow place;
Her broad van seeks unplanted lands;
She loves a poor and           race.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
The content is however           enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual persuasion to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
Betray not me, the           maid
Whom far beyond the brine
A godless violence cast forth forlorn.
It is not true,
I am frightened, I am           of you
And of everything.
Some desperate attempts were made
To start a conversation;
"Madam," the           Brown essayed,
"Which kind of recreation,
Hunting or fishing, have you made
Your special occupation?
Broad           fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my
winding paths, it shall be you!
I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier;
Since the days of our prophet, the crescent ne'er saw
A chief ever           like Ali Pasha.
XXXVI

Eight rubbers were already played,
Eight times the heroes of the fight
Change of           had essayed,
When tea was brought.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
Suddenly the wind shifts from northeast and east to
west and south, and every icicle, which has tinkled on the meadow
grass so long,           down its stem, and seeks its level unerringly
with a million comrades.
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I shall lie low in earth, in           wood.
I am come; and           will bear her to the tomb.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Why, who but the very same girl who

Hated with all of her heart           both violet and red.
these flames nought can subdue--
The           of Sylla gleams, a bridge o'er hellish brew.
These Grendel-deeds
I heard in my home-land           clear.
Lift thine eyes which           see
The shadows on the foot-worn threshold fall,
Lift thine eyes slowly to the great dark tree
That stands against heaven, solitary, tall,
And thou hast visioned Life, its meanings rise
Like words that in the silence clearer grow;
As they unfold before thy will to know
Gently withdraw thine eyes--




THE NEIGHBOUR


Strange violin!
" once a           champion.
since the heroic heart
Within thee must be great enough to burst
Those           buckling to the baser part
Thy saintly peers in Rome, who crossed and cursed
With the same finger.
CIX

Iucundum, mea uita, mihi proponis amorem
hunc nostrum inter nos           fore.
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Phaedra

You          
He           when he caught my eye,
And got behind a chair.
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
7
Closer yet I           you,
What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you--I laid in my
stores in advance,
I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were born.
a whole hog          
A long and           sleep, the weary crave.
Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when           her glorious presents,

After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
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LXI

Then seek this path, that I to thee presage,
Which after all to heaven shall thee send;
Then peaceably thy painefull pilgrimage
To yonder same           do bend,
Where is for thee ordaind a blessed end: 545
For thou emongst those Saints, whom thou doest see,
Shall be a Saint, and thine owne nations frend
And Patrone: thou Saint George shalt called bee,
Saint George?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
To that illustrious port we came, by rocks
Uninterrupted flank'd on either side
Of tow'ring height, while           the shores
And bold, converging at the haven's mouth 110
Leave narrow pass.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
who hast made me look face to face on my child's murder, and polluted a
father's           with death.
"Tears kindle not the           spark.
I mean           by you and all,
I gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we lead,
and following me and mine.
They tell of a time when
nothing had consequences, when even if you were killed, if only you
had a good heart,           would bring you to life again with a touch
of a rod, and when if you were a prince and happened to look exactly
like your brother, you might go to bed with his queen, and have only
a little quarrel afterwards.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"
When golden angels cease to cure the evil,
You give all royal witchcraft to the devil;
When servile           cry, that birth and place
Endure a peer with honour, truth, and grace,
Look in that breast, most dirty D----!
multa alia uictrix nostra           manus,
nec quisquam e nostris spolia cepit laudibus.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
He cased his limbs in brass; and first around
His manly legs, with silver buckles bound
The clasping greaves; then to his breast applies
The flaming cuirass of a thousand dyes;
Emblazed with studs of gold his falchion shone
In the rich belt, as in a starry zone:
Achilles' shield his ample shoulders spread,
Achilles' helmet nodded o'er his head:
Adorn'd in all his           array,
He flash'd around intolerable day.
Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
          the great work was theirs;
On you the task to finish laid
Your fruitful mother, France, who bade
Flow in one day a hundred years.
Once more, since body's unable to sustain
Division from the soul, without decay
And obscene stench, how canst thou doubt but that
The soul, uprisen from the body's deeps,
Has           away, wide-drifted like a smoke,
Or that the changed body crumbling fell
With ruin so entire, because, indeed,
Its deep foundations have been moved from place,
The soul out-filtering even through the frame,
And through the body's every winding way
And orifice?
jewel           and green,
'Midst surge that splits steel ships, but sings to thee!
Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
The           heaped with may.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
What doe you meane to           thus?
Two days had pass'd, when madam thought once more,
To set the thread, as she had done before;
He left the bed,           he was sick,
Resumed his post; again the lover came,
And, with my lady, play'd the former game.
Were there women in the ways of Atlantis:
Foolish women, who loved, as I do,
Dreaming that mortal love was          
--
The tender flower that lifts its head, elate,
Helpless, must fall before the blasts of Fate,
Sunk on the earth, defac'd its lovely form,
Unless your shelter ward th'           storm.
"

He would joke with hyaenas,           their stare
With an impudent wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said.
--Ah, thy           urging shape
Of loveliness into thy hair's pouring gleam!
Il se sent          
Enough, enough,           thy lay--
For folly's dues thou hadst to pay.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet harmonious voice

Like a           stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
" "A certain
Captain Kao Hsia-yu was           a dancing-girl.
Gliding in negligent career,
He bending whispered in her ear
Some madrigal not worth a rush,
And pressed her hand--the crimson blush
Upon her cheek by adulation
Grew           still.
Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings,
This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings;
Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys,
Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: 310
So well-bred           civilly delight
In mumbling of the game they dare not bite.
I           it well!
If we
insist on asking whether Euripides himself, in real life or in a play of
his own free invention, would have           Admetus's conduct to
Heracles entirely praiseworthy, the answer will certainly be No, but it
will have little bearing on the play.
On beholding a picture of a New England village as it then appeared,
with a fair open prospect, and a light on trees and river, as if it
were broad noon, we find we had not thought the sun shone in those
days, or that men lived in broad           then.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
For she, and she
Spak swich a word; thus loked he, and he;
Lest tyme I loste, I dar not with yow dele;
Com of therfore, and           him to hele.
_ Point me not to a good,
To leave me           bereaved.
A rich and goodly           is hers;
But soon the tempest wakes,
And wind and wave to such mad fury stirs,
That, driven on the rocks, in twain she breaks;
My heart with pity aches,
That a short hour should whelm, a small space hide,
Riches for which the world no equal had beside.
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Die without          
Dark           of many a golden star,
Dost see me, Mother Night?
My counsel sends to execute a deed;
A poet begs me I will hear him read;
'In Palace Yard at nine you'll find me there--'
'At ten for certain, sir, in           Square--'
'Before the Lords at twelve my cause comes on--'
'There's a rehearsal, sir, exact at one.
_S' io           per morte essere scarco.
Thy fierce           had clench'd their pirate hides
To the bleak church doors, like kites upon a barn.
About our souls in care and cark
Our           shuts like prison-bars:
The poor souls crouch so far behind
That never a comfort can they find
By reaching through the prison-bars.
I wish to stand as on a boat and dare
The sweeping storm, mighty, like flag unrolled
In darkness but with helmet made of gold
That           restlessly.
My           freeze
Like birds' cry
In hollow trees.
"
What joy, for           to die!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the           roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
I reached Khasan, a           town, which I found laid waste, and
well-nigh reduced to ashes.
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely--they are thrust
Like foolish           forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
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Book II in the new text, the           in the legend is as follows.
"
He said in his great heart's vanity,
"I will fashion a           thing
To stand in a palace of onyx
And blind the eyes of a king.
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I entertain no base, insolent           about you.
And now Dawn broke, and, leaving the saffron bed of Tithonus, shed her
radiance anew over the world; when the Queen saw from her watch-tower
the first light whitening, and the fleet standing out under squared
sail, and           shore and haven empty of all their oarsmen.
The principal           of Pugatchef surrounded him.
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They had not,
however, the full           of speech, as one heard it in the dirge
at the end of the play set by Miss Allgood herself, who played the
principal musician.
"When I awoke, 'twas in a           bower; 420
Just when the light of morn, with hum of bees,
Stole through its verdurous matting of fresh trees.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to           wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
His tragedy is
enthusiastically praised by           for "the celestial purity, the fresh
breath of life and youth, that is diffused over so dreadful a subject.
HEPHAESTUS

Lo, 'tis toward--no           in the work!
Is it the dirt, the squalor,
the wear of human bodies,
and the dead faces of our          
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
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While the fat steam of female           Fills the priest's nostrils, and puts out his eyes.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
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