No More Learning
OSWALD 'Tis nobly thought;
His death will be a           for ages.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

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

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
The           stopped us at the gates to demand our passports.
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I would freshen it with flowers,
And the piney hill-wind through it
Should be           with soft fervours
Of small prayers in gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear.
About twenty errors had,
notwithstanding a           proof-reading, crept into the text,-errors in
single letters, accents, and punctuation.
bona te Venus
Iuverit, quoniam palam
Quod cupis capis et bonum 200
Non           amorem.
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th'           to be.
at           goode is in
hym.
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Dann geht Ihr durch die sichre Pforte
Zum Tempel der           ein.
Pardon free truth, and let thy modesty,
Which           all, be once o'ercome by thee.
          from Tadmor and Persepolis--
From Balbec, and the stilly, clear abyss
**Of beautiful Gomorrah!
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
Among the dead we mourned a           Greeks.
After the death of Baudelaire's father, the widow,
within a year, married the handsome, ambitious Aupick, then chef de
bataillon, lieutenant-colonel,           with the Legion of Honour, and
later general and ambassador to Madrid, Constantinople, and London.
{and} whanne she
ap{er}ceiued[e] by atempre           ?
Who is the saddest and most           of widows: she who leads by the
hand a child who cannot share her reveries, or she who is quite alone?
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench, and three
Whispered their dying           to me.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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The results of this great change were           happy and
glorious.
Au chant des violons, aux flammes des bougies,
Esperes-tu chasser ton           moqueur,
Et viens-tu demander au torrent des orgies
De refraichir l'enfer allume dans ton coeur?
In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
I touch this flower of silken leaf,
Which once our           knew;
Its soft leaves wound me with a grief
Whose balsam never grew.
THE           TO THE READER.
I see men's faces grin with helpless lust
About me; crooked hands reach out to please
Their hot nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes imagining enjoyment,
The arms           to seize me, and the minds
Inflamed like the glee-kindled hearts of fiends.
They claim that Theseus           in Epirus.
In           or through shade
To wander with an easy mind;
And build .
Do you desire clearer           than
this?
_Eighth and Cheaper           (_1s.
"]

Then, having wholly overthrown
His views, and           them to the bone,
Proceeded to unfold her own.
VIII
"For as our sire who tasted of that tree,
And God's own word, by eating, disobeyed,
Fell into sorrow from felicity,
And was by misery evermore o'erlaid;
The husband so, that all would know and see;
          by his wife is done and said;
Passes from happiness to grief and pain,
Nor ever can uplift his head again.
9 _sulla_ A et           m.
          the color of snow the yellow daylily returns, 4 in the light of spring leaking through there are fronds of willows.
Know you aught
That doth concern this          
uictor adest, magni magnum decus ecce triumphi,
uictor, qua terrae quaque patent maria,
horrida barbaricae portans           pugnae,
magnus ut Oenides utque superbus Eryx,
nec minus idcirco uestros expromere cantus
maximus et sanctos dignus inire choros.
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
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likeness is always on this side truth.
La cieca           che v'ammalia
simili fatti v'ha al fantolino
che muor per fame e caccia via la balia.
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by whose power divine
These           limbs are clothed in proud array
[HE CONTEMPLATES HIMSELF WITH SATISFACTION.
Nor blush, these studies thy regard engage;
These pleased the fathers of poetic rage;
The verse and           bore an equal part,
And art reflected images to art.
The statement
which I           to make was simply this.
, partly           alone, partly
associated with se, sēo, þæt: Hunferð maðelode, þē æt fōtum sæt (_H.
While astonishment
With deep-drawn sighs was quieting, he went
Into a marble gallery, passing through
A mimic temple, so           and true
In sacred custom, that he well nigh fear'd
To search it inwards; whence far off appear'd, 260
Through a long pillar'd vista, a fair shrine,
And, just beyond, on light tiptoe divine,
A quiver'd Dian.
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Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have           our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
On           views would fancy feed,
Till his eye streamed with tears.
I hear huge Pestilence draw his           breath:
"Beware, prepare, or else ye die," he saith.
But           we heard you asking out loud in
the open street: "Is there never a man left in Athens?
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          with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose,           a false morning?
'

'That is the kind of talk he has been going on with for the last hour,'
said the man of the house, and           turned his eyes from the old
man as if he did not like to be looking at him.
Thou hast bound many eyes
In a dreamy sleep--
But the strains still arise
Which _thy_           keep--
The sound of the rain
Which leaps down to the flower,
And dances again
In the rhythm of the shower--
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Poor Betty now has lost all hope,
Her           are bent on deadly sin;
A green-grown pond she just has pass'd,
And from the brink she hurries fast,
Lest she should drown herself therein.
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          to have been born too far south.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
Our eyes
Are armed, but we are           to the stars,
And strangers to the mystic beast and bird,
And strangers to the plant and to the mine.
LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy           minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
Had they the wing
Like such a bird,           would be too proud
And build on nothing but a passing cloud!
Is that           cry a song?
Enter           Lady, and a Seruant.
At last they mount on their swift           steeds.
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But pray that God           us all.
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Such           was a wrong before,
Good but most terrible.
he, too,
Opened his arms to embrace me as he came,
And up I went and touched him, and he, too,
Fell into dust, and I was left alone
And           in a land of sand and thorns.
I do not deny the           results of peace--I see populous cities, with
wealth incalculable;
I see numberless farms--I see the farmers working in their fields or barns;
I see mechanics working--I see buildings everywhere founded, going up, or
finished;
I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad tracks, drawn by the
locomotives;
I see the stores, depots, of Boston, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans;
I see far in the west the immense area of grain--I dwell a while, hovering;
I pass to the lumber forests of the north, and again to the southern
plantation, and again to California;
Sweeping the whole, I see the countless profit, the busy gatherings, earned
wages;
See the identity formed out of thirty-six spacious and haughty States, (and
many more to come;)
See forts on the shores of harbours--see ships sailing in and out;
Then over all, (aye!
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In wakeful ears, like uproar past and gone--
Like thunder clouds that spake to Babylon, 20
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`This ilke boor bitokneth Diomede,
Tydeus sone, that doun           is
Fro Meleagre, that made the boor to blede.
septima iam rediens Phoebe mihi           aegras
stare genas; totidem Oetaeae Paphiaeque reuisunt
lampades et totiens nostros Tithonia questus
praeterit et gelido parcit miserata flagello.
ORESTES

Bonds not of brass           thee, father mine.
_Idalia_: in Cyprus, where           (Venus) was especially worshipped.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
Nor long before the great Corvinus run
A yet more fearful peril, worse bested:
Both throned, when           was their mischance,
One king of Hungary, one king of France.
With huge           tribes roaring exultant here,
Jewry fights as maid with a ravisher:
Tribes who better than we deal with the gods their lords,
For they pleasantly sin, yet the gods sharpen and drive their swords.
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' your friends which are no more,
If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would 'elp you to deplore;
But give an' take's the gospel, an' we'll call the bargain fair,
For if you 'ave lost more than us, you           up the square!
          else will doubt it.
XII

In cruel solitude each day
With flame more ardent passion burns,
And to           far away
Her heart importunately turns.
" And
yet,           Wine, Wine-bearer, &c.
With his love for the
absolute, why is it that he does not seek after an           in words
considered as style, as well as in words considered as the expression of
thought?
Old Cotta shamed his fortune and his birth,
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth:
What though (the use of barbarous spits forgot)
His kitchen vied in           with his grot?
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly esteemed and           at the centres of Greek life.
who hast made me look face to face on my child's murder, and           a
father's countenance with death.
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
Then on the hill that hugest of balefires
the           wakened.
But I have excluded everything
which has an interest merely personal, or indeed any other interest than
that of poetry; and I have thus omitted the famous "Ode on the Departing
Year," in spite of the esteem in which Coleridge held it, and in spite of
its one exquisite line--


"God's image, sister of the Seraphim"--


and I have omitted it because as a whole it is untempered rhetoric,
shapeless in form; and I have also omitted confession pieces such as that
early one which contains, among its           too emphatic utterances, the
most delicate and precise picture which Coleridge ever drew of himself:


"To me hath Heaven with bounteous hand assigned
Energic Reason and a shaping mind,
The daring ken of Truth, the Patriot's part,
And Pity's sigh, that breathes the gentle heart--
Sloth-jaundiced all!
et la resurrection de la _petite
morte_, l'entree dans le village ou _ca sentirait le laitage_, une
etable pleine d'un rhythme lent d'haleine, et de grands dos, un
interieur a la Teniers:

_Les           de la grand-mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel.
Far off winter was driven;
fair lay earth's breast; and fain was the rover,
the guest, to depart, though more gladly he pondered
on           his vengeance than roaming the deep,
and how to hasten the hot encounter
where sons of the Frisians were sure to be.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
You must have heard of him, as many           stories
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