No More Learning

I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
Nought is there for man too high;
Our impious folly e'en would climb the sky,
Braves the dweller on the steep,
Nor lets the bolts of           vengeance sleep.
The grasshopper's horn, and far off, high in the maples
The wheel of a locust leisurely           the silence,
Under a moon waning and worn and broken,
Tired with summer.
She-wolf of France, with           fangs
That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate,
From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs
The scourge of Heaven!
Your person somewhat takes the eye,
Boldness you'll find an easy science,
And if you on           rely,
Others on you will place reliance.
These three           are obviously derived from one common source.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state           to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
I feel, this moment, a mighty yearning
To expound for once the ground text of all,
The venerable original
Into my own loved German           turning.
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
          monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
There are as many perfections as there are           men.
Ah, ah,          
Allor si volse a noi e puose mente,
movendo 'l viso pur su per la coscia,
e disse: <         
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
It is a land of          
She waited not for his reply,
But with a downward leaden eye
Went on as if he were not by

Sound argument and grave defence,
Strange           raised on "Why?
Richardson indeed might perhaps be excepted; but unhappily, _dramatis
personae_ are beings of another world; and however they may captivate
the unexperienced, romantic fancy of a boy or a girl, they will ever,
in proportion as we have made human nature our study,           our
riper years.
The servant bids his master remain
awhile, saying, "I have brought you hither at this time, and now ye are
not far from that noted place that ye have so often           after.
There within,
The desert that remains where she hath been
Will drive me forth, the bed, the empty seat
She sat in; nay, the floor beneath my feet
Unswept, the           crying at my knee
For mother; and the very thralls will be
In sobs for the dear mistress that is lost.
Take none of these for perfect: they are moods
Purifying my women to become
My unexpressive,           intent.
See ready Pallas waits thy high commands
To raise in arms the Greek and Phrygian bands;
Their sudden           by her arts may cease,
And the proud Trojans first infringe the peace.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
The hare that ran by among the dew might have sat
upon his haunches when the first man was made, and the poor bunch of
rushes under their feet might have been a goddess laughing among the
stars; and with but a little magic, a little waving of the hands, a
little           of the lips, they too could become a hare or a bunch
of rushes, and know immortal love and immortal hatred.
short of memory, false to           dearest-dear,
Now hast no pity (hardened Soul!
In that humour he
doth many senseless things, and at last falls upon the Grecian flock and
kills a great ram for Ulysses:           to his senses, he grows ashamed
of the scorn, and kills himself; and is by the chiefs of the Greeks
forbidden burial.
          SONG OF DONALD THE BLACK.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
He ended, and the Prince, at his command,
Guided by flaming torches, sought the couch
Where he was wont to sleep, and there he slept
On that night also, waiting the           60
Of sacred dawn.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
through all my limbs 'tis          
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And           is not bold.