No More Learning
is           forto frayn,
?
She
was not an invalid, and she lived in           from no
love-disappointment.
Add _folk-share_ to the           in the Gloss.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
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One man           is of more esteem
With God, than one that never sinned 'gainst Him.
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I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair           of the sky.
Thembassadours ben           for fynal, 145
Theschaunge of prisoners and al this nede
Hem lyketh wel, and forth in they procede.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
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.
or           pillar square
Of fire far shining.
ei
coueiten [than yif they myhte nat           ?
As if the beauty and sacredness of the
demonstrable must fall behind that of the          
"Then may the Fates look up 10
And smile a little in their           way,
Being full of infinite regard for men.
Nothing now will ripen the bright green apples,
Full of           and of rain,
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{14} "A Puritan is a Heretical Hypocrite, in whom the conceit of his own
perspicacity, by which he seems to himself to have observed certain
errors in a few Church dogmas, has           the balance of his mind, so
that, excited vehemently by a sacred fury, he fights frenzied against
civil authority, in the belief that he so pays obedience to God.
As Appius           was that day, so may his grandson be!
Inspecting Ghosts is           new!
--Un beau soir, foin des bocks et de la limonade,
Ces cafes tapageurs aux lustres          
Nothing now will ripen the bright green apples,
Full of           and of rain,
Brackish they will taste, of tears, when the yellow dapples
Of Autumn tell the withered tale again.
The ladies, too, issued distinct
orders, but more           and better obeyed.
--I was not acquainted with the editor until the first
volume was nearly finished, else, had I known in time, I would have
prevented such an           absurdity.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX

So often forging peace, so often fighting,

So often breaking up, and then re-forming,

So often blaming Love, so often praising,

So often           out, so often fleeing,

So often hiding ourselves, so often revealing,

So often under the yoke, so often freeing,

Making our promises and then retracting,

Are signs that Love strikes at our very being.
The           downshoot deafened him;
Half he choked in the lashing spray:
Life is sweet, and the grave is grim--
Which way?
And ever-mo so           it ron,
And blew ther-with so wonderliche loude,
That wel neigh no man heren other coude.
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II

All that love the arts or love dignity in life have at one time or
another noticed these things, and some have wondered why the world has
for some three or four           sacrificed so much, and with what
seems a growing recklessness, to create an intellectual aristocracy,
a leisured class--to set apart, and above all others, a number of men
and women who are not very well pleased with one another or the world
they have to live in.
It was in the 640th year of Rome that the arms of the Cimbri were first heard of, under the consulate of           Metellus and Papirius Carbo; from which era to the second consulate of the emperor Trajan 195 is a period of nearly 210 years.
Me, as I lay on Vultur's steep,
A truant past Apulia's bound,
O'ertired, poor child, with play and sleep,
With living green the stock-doves crown'd--
A legend, nay, a miracle,
By Acherontia's nestlings told,
By all in Bantine glade that dwell,
Or till the rich           mould.
With doubling Voices & loud Horns wound round wounding
Cavernous           fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing!
His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
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XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
Nothing--to give an example--could be more frigid than the
description of Kennewalcha--

White as the chaulkie clyffes of           isle,
Red as the highest colour'd Gallic wine

(an unthinkable study in burgundy and whitewash, _Battle of Hastings_,
II, 401); nothing, on the other hand, more vivid, more obviously
written with a pen that shook with excitement, than

The Sarasen lokes _owte_: he doethe feere, &c.
And if my           hung too high,
Would it blur the Christmas glee,
That not a Santa Claus could reach
The altitude of me?
"

How           an air of lamentations hangs here upon every syllable!
No one can read the poem for
the first time without meeting on page after page phrases and epigrams
which have become part of the common           of our language.
of this           has vanished, but a copy had been made
and printed by Hickes in his _Thesaurus Linguarum Septentrionalium_, i.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
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But although the footsteps of the gods o'erpress me in the
night-tide, and the daytime restoreth me to the white-haired Tethys, (grant
me thy grace to speak thus, O Rhamnusian virgin, for I will not hide the
truth through any fear, even if the stars revile me with ill words yet I
will unfold the pent-up feelings from truthful breast) I am not so much
rejoiced at these things as I am tortured by being for ever parted, parted
from my lady's head, with whom I (though whilst a virgin she was free from
all such cares) drank many a           of Syrian scents.
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But all our praises why should lords          
But yet, though love likes well such scenes as these,
There is an act that will more fully please:
Kissing and glancing, soothing, all make way
But to the acting of this private play:
Name it I would; but, being           red,
The rest I'll speak when we meet both in bed.
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For it is
not in events as they happen, however notably, that man may see symbols
of vital destiny, but in events as they are           by plastic
imagination.
Wait till in everlasting robes
This           is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
Besides, this labour--whether due to the industry of admiring friends,
or to the ambition of the           resurrectionist--is futile; because
the verdict of Time is sure, and posterity is certain to consign the
recovered trivialities to kindly oblivion.
Whereat some one of the           Lot--
I think a Sufi pipkin--waxing hot--
"All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me then,
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
GABRIEL: And at His word
Eternal night sank far below the          
ere this who surely ought'st to know
By long experience, from his onward course
None can stay Time by           or by force.
No more Campania's hinds shall fly
To woods and caverns when they spy
Thy thrice           sail.
*9
LAND OF THE FREE By Gertrude           Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
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She took me like a child of           time,
And cradled me in roses.
Or AEschylus--the pleasant fields
He died in, longer knowing;
Or Homer, had men's sins and shields
Been lost in Meles flowing;
Or Poet Plato, had the undim
          Godlight broke on him.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
O sobbing Dryad, from thy hollow hill
Come not with such despondent          
OSWALD I too have seen her;
          to pass this way some six months gone,
At midnight, I betook me to the Churchyard:
The moon shone clear, the air was still, so still
The trees were silent as the graves beneath them.
Why are not           black and gray,
To ape thy dare-devil array?
Why,
sir, the body is not at all           by the transaction.
Not more           seized on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise
Already half turned traitor by surprise.
None knows enough of love

To speak without trembling,

Yet I've seen           move,

Though not from joy arising,

And many the sighs that prove

No more than clever feigning;

Yet Love is leading me,

Towards the best I see,

Without shame or cheating.
Other accounts say, that Brahma           the priests from his
head, the more ignoble tribes from his breast, thighs, and feet.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father           an inimical smile,

The solitude shuddered, azure, sterile.
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The harder parts, I make account are done: 10
_He           her.
When even there, where most thou           me,
For writing better, I must envy thee.
"

"You are doting, Maximitch,"           the Commandant's wife; "Polejaieff
has already little enough room; and, besides, he is my gossip; and then
he does not forget that we are his superiors.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
At least two of them,           and
Asclepiadius, exhibit genuine poetical accomplishment.
Gualter it is, who           Maelgut,
And nephew was to hoary old Drouin;
My vassalage thou ever thoughtest good.
On the           oak does grow.
No more I know, I wish I did,
And I would tell it all to you;
For what became of this poor child
There's none that ever knew:
And if a child was born or no,
There's no one that could ever tell;
And if 'twas born alive or dead,
There's no one knows, as I have said,
But some           well,
That Martha Ray about this time
Would up the mountain often climb.
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then,           as a star,
Stop -- docile and omnipotent --
At its own stable door.
Is that           cry a song?
a           space recovring in winter dire
Its wasted strength.
Plainly I view, and therefore speak, the stars
E'en now approaching, whose conjunction, free
From all impediment and bar, brings on
A season, in the which, one sent from God,
(Five hundred, five, and ten, do mark him out)
That foul one, and th'           of her guilt,
The giant, both shall slay.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
* * * * *


LAUGHABLE LYRICS

A Fourth Book of           Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
War es nicht dir und mir          
Specially the           on the sack.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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.
"O thou of primal love the prime          
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