No More Learning
Alberti           the principle of movable type from Gutenberg's printing press to cryptography.
Which of these two classes of dharmas are the object of the ten          
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If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the opposite side of the table;
If you meet some stranger in the streets, and love him or her--why I often
meet           in the street, and love them.
The tantras are primarily the texts of the           practices.
          a tearful appeal
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There are clear textual           with Trakl's poem: Steiner's 'rollen kanonen' recalls Trakl's 'Sonne | Du?
' Like a           from heaven, it is hers to
inspire, to console, to elevate: to convert the world, in a word, to
herself.
But after a slow start of 146 sales per year there came a rise that approximated a global           effect.
For again subdivide that solitary drop, which only was found to
represent the present, into a lower series of similar fractions, and
the actual present which you arrest measures now but the thirty-
six-millionth of an hour; and so by           declensions the true
and very present, in which only we live and enjoy, will vanish
into a mote of a mote, distinguishable only by a heavenly vision.
)           xã Hội Am huyện Vĩnh Lại (nay thuộc xã Cao Minh huyện Vĩnh Bảo Tp.
They may sincerely believe in NOMA, although I can't help           how thoroughly they've thought it through and how they reconcile the internal conflicts in their minds.
Do you ask, Galla, why I am           to marry you?
ect whether or not
any of the whole of existence or any of the whole           has leaked away
from the present moment of time.
God regards this ethically perfect sacrifice not simply as an individual act, but as the common deed of man
kind generally as represented in Christ, and hence looks
upon mankind general as the normal development begun in by Christ were already finished which the more natural as this           was eternally willed and historically accomplished by God himself.
Et           volucrum sub culmine cantus.
Tim Henning, in:           fu?
[114]           (_Phocid.
He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
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When the time comes, God willing, and you are           to Saladin, salute him from me, assure him of my regard, and hand over my letter.
And so           I will unite wisdom and method.
Thus if we deprive a man of his eyes we deprive him of sight, and in this man- ner we learn that sight is the           of the eyes.
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For all
madness is not miserable, or Horace had never called his poetical fury a
beloved madness; nor Plato placed the raptures of poets, prophets, and
lovers among the           blessings of this life; nor that sibyl in
Virgil called Aeneas' travels mad labors.
Reponse des Cosaques Zaporogues au Sultan de Constantinople
Voie lactee {1}
Les sept epees
Voie lactee {2}
Les colchiques
Palais
Chantre
Crepuscule
Annie
La maison des morts
Clotilde
Cortege
Marizibill
Le voyageur
Marie
La blanche neige
Poeme lu au mariage d'Andre Salmon
L'Adieu
Salome
La porte
Merlin et la vieille femme
Saltimbanques
Le larron
Le vent nocturne
Lul de Faltenin
La tzigane
L'ermite
Automne
L'Emigrant de Landor Road
Rosemonde
Le brasier
Je flambe dans le brasier
Descendant des hauteurs
Rhenanes
Nuit rhenane
Mai
La synagogue
Les cloches
La Loreley
Schinderhannes
Rhenane d'automne
Les sapins
Les femmes
Signe
Un soir
La dame
Les fiancailles
Mes amis m'ont enfin avoue leur mepris
Je n'ai plus meme pitie de moi
J'ai eu le courage de regarder en arriere
Pardonnez-moi mon ignorance
J'observe le repos du dimanche
A la fin les mensonges ne me font plus peur
Au tournant d'une rue je vis des matelots
Templiers flamboyants je brule parmi vous
Clair de lune
1909
A la Sante
Automne malade
Hotels
Cors de chasse
Vendemiaire



ZONE

A la fin tu es las de ce monde ancien

Bergere o tour Eiffel le troupeau des ponts bele ce matin

Tu en as assez de vivre dans l'antiquite grecque et romaine

Ici meme les automobiles ont l'air d'etre anciennes
La religion seule est restee toute neuve la religion
Est restee simple comme les hangars de Port-Aviation

Seul en Europe tu n'es pas antique o Christianisme
L'Europeen le plus moderne c'est vous Pape Pie X
Et toi que les fenetres observent la honte te retient
D'entrer dans une eglise et de t'y confesser ce matin
Tu lis les prospectus les catalogues les affiches qui chantent
tout haut
Voila la poesie ce matin et pour la prose il y a les journaux
Il y a les livraisons a 25 centimes pleines d'aventures policieres
Portraits des grands hommes et mille titres divers

J'ai vu ce matin une jolie rue dont j'ai oublie le nom
Neuve et propre du soleil elle etait le clairon
Les directeurs les ouvriers et les belles steno-dactylographes
Du lundi matin au samedi soir quatre fois par jour y passent
Le matin par trois fois la sirene y gemit
Une cloche rageuse y aboie vers midi
Les inscriptions des enseignes et des murailles
Les plaques les avis a la facon des perroquets criaillent
J'aime la grace de cette rue industrielle
Situee a Paris entre la rue Aumont-Thieville et l'avenue des
Ternes

Voila la jeune rue et tu n'es encore qu'un petit enfant
Ta mere ne t'habille que de bleu et de blanc
Tu es tres pieux et avec le plus ancien de tes camarades Rene
Dalize
Vous n'aimez rien tant que les pompes de l'Eglise
Il est neuf heures le gaz est baisse tout bleu vous sortez du
dortoir en cachette
Vous priez toute la nuit dans la chapelle du college
Tandis qu'eternelle et adorable profondeur amethyste
Tourne a jamais la flamboyante gloire du Christ
C'est le beau lys que tous nous cultivons
C'est la torche aux cheveux roux que n'eteint pas le vent
C'est le fils pale et vermeil de la douloureuse mere
C'est l'arbre toujours touffu de toutes les prieres
C'est la double potence de l'honneur et de l'eternite
C'est l'etoile a six branches
C'est Dieu qui meurt le vendredi et ressuscite le dimanche

C'est le Christ qui monte au ciel mieux que les aviateurs
Il detient le record du monde pour la hauteur

Pupille Christ de l'oeil
Vingtieme pupille des siecles il sait y faire
Et change en oiseau ce siecle comme Jesus monte dans l'air
Les diables dans les abimes levent la tete pour le regarder
Ils disent qu'il imite Simon Mage en Judee
Ils crient s'il sait voler qu'on l'appelle voleur
Les anges voltigent autour du joli voltigeur
Icare Enoch Elie Apollonius de Thyane
Flottent autour du premier aeroplane
Ils s'ecartent parfois pour laisser passer ceux que transporte la
Sainte-Eucharistie
Ces pretres qui montent eternellement elevant l'hostie
L'avion se pose enfin sans refermer les ailes
Le ciel s'emplit alors de millions d'hirondelles
A tire-d'aile viennent les corbeaux les faucons les hiboux
D'Afrique arrivent les ibis les flamants les marabouts
L'oiseau Roc celebre par les conteurs et les poetes
Plane tenant dans les serres le crane d'Adam la premiere tete
L'aigle fond de l'horizon en poussant un grand cri
Et d'Amerique vient le petit colibri
De Chine sont venus les pihis longs et souples
Qui n'ont qu'une seule aile et qui volent par couples
Puis voici la colombe esprit immacule
Qu'escortent l'oiseau-lyre et le paon ocelle
Le phenix ce bucher qui soi-meme s'engendre
Un instant voile tout de son ardente cendre
Les sirenes laissant les perilleux detroits
Arrivent en chantant bellement toutes trois
Et tous aigle phenix et pihis de la Chine
Fraternisent avec la volante machine

Maintenant tu marches dans Paris tout seul parmi la foule
Des troupeaux d'autobus mugissants pres de toi roulent
L'angoisse de l'amour te serre le gosier
Comme si tu ne devais jamais plus etre aime
Si tu vivais dans l'ancien temps tu entrerais dans un monastere
Vous avez honte quand vous vous surprenez a dire une priere
Tu te moques de toi et comme le feu de l'Enfer ton rire petille
Les etincelles de ton rire dorent le fond de ta vie
C'est un tableau pendu dans un sombre musee
Et quelquefois tu vas le regarder de pres

Aujourd'hui tu marches dans Paris les femmes sont ensanglantees
C'etait et je voudrais ne pas m'en souvenir c'etait au declin de
la beaute

Entouree de flammes ferventes Notre-Dame m'a regarde a Chartres
Le sang de votre Sacre-Coeur m'a inonde a Montmartre
Je suis malade d'ouir les paroles bienheureuses
L'amour dont je souffre est une maladie honteuse
Et l'image qui te possede te fait survivre dans l'insomnie et dans
l'angoisse
C'est toujours pres de toi cette image qui passe

Maintenant tu es au bord de la Mediterranee
Sous les citronniers qui sont en fleur toute l'annee
Avec tes amis tu te promenes en barque
L'un est Nissard il y a un Mentonasque et deux Turbiasques
Nous regardons avec effroi les poulpes des profondeurs
Et parmi les algues nagent les poissons images du Sauveur

Tu es dans le jardin d'une auberge aux environs de Prague
Tu te sens tout heureux une rose est sur la table
Et tu observes au lieu d'ecrire ton conte en prose
La cetoine qui dort dans le coeur de la rose

Epouvante tu te vois dessine dans les agates de Saint-Vit
Tu etais triste a mourir le jour ou tu t'y vis
Tu ressembles au Lazare affole par le jour
Les aiguilles de l'horloge du quartier juif vont a rebours
Et tu recules aussi dans ta vie lentement
En montant au Hradchin et le soir en ecoutant
Dans les tavernes chanter des chansons tcheques

Te voici a Marseille au milieu des pasteques

Te voici a Coblence a l'hotel du Geant

Te voici a Rome assis sous un neflier du Japon

Te voici a Amsterdam avec une jeune fille que tu trouves belle et
qui est laide
Elle doit se marier avec un etudiant de Leyde
On y loue des chambres en latin Cubicula locanda

Je m'en souviens j'y ai passe trois jours et autant a Gouda

Tu es a Paris chez le juge d'instruction
Comme un criminel on te met en etat d'arrestation

Tu as fait de douloureux et de joyeux voyages
Avant de t'apercevoir du mensonge et de l'age
Tu as souffert de l'amour a vingt et a trente ans
J'ai vecu comme un fou et j'ai perdu mon temps

Tu n'oses plus regarder tes mains et a tous moments je voudrais
sangloter
Sur toi sur celle que j'aime sur tout ce qui t'a epouvante
Tu           les yeux pleins de larmes ces pauvres emigrants
Ils croient en Dieu ils prient les femmes allaitent des enfants
Ils emplissent de leur odeur le hall de la gare Saint-Lazare
Ils ont foi dans leur etoile comme les rois-mages
Ils esperent gagner de l'argent dans l'Argentine
Et revenir dans leur pays apres avoir fait fortune
Une famille transporte un edredon rouge comme vous transportez
votre coeur
Cet edredon et nos reves sont aussi irreels
Quelques-uns de ces emigrants restent ici et se logent
Rue des Rosiers ou rue des Ecouffes dans des bouges
Je les ai vus souvent le soir ils prennent l'air dans la rue
Et se deplacent rarement comme les pieces aux echecs
Il y a surtout des Juifs leurs femmes portent perruque
Elles restent assises exsangues au fond des boutiques

Tu es debout devant le zinc d'un bar crapuleux
Tu prends un cafe a deux sous parmi les malheureux

Tu es la nuit dans un grand restaurant

Ces femmes ne sont pas mechantes elles ont des soucis cependant
Toutes meme la plus laide a fait souffrir son amant

Elle est la fille d'un sergent de ville de Jersey

Ses mains que je n'avais pas vues sont dures et gercees

J'ai une pitie immense pour les coutures de son ventre

J'humilie maintenant a une pauvre fille au rire horrible ma bouche

Tu es seul le matin va venir
Les laitiers font tinter leurs bidons dans les rues

La nuit s'eloigne ainsi qu'une belle Metive
C'est Ferdine la fausse ou Lea l'attentive

Et tu bois cet alcool brulant comme ta vie
Ta vie que tu bois comme une eau-de-vie

Tu marches vers Auteuil tu veux aller chez toi a pied
Dormir parmi tes fetiches d'Oceanie et de Guinee
Ils sont des Christ d'une autre forme et d'une autre croyance
Ce sont les Christ inferieurs des obscures esperances

Adieu Adieu

Soleil cou coupe


LE PONT MIRABEAU

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours apres la peine.
I knew that I could not see round him, and
could never be certain that I saw over him; and I never           to
judge him with any definiteness, until he was interpreted to me by one
greatly the superior of us both--who was more a poet than he, and more a
thinker than I--whose own mind and nature included his, and
infinitely more.
The sever-
est criticism which he passes upon the poet is when
he           the 'Art of Love' to be his best poem.
I may have no mind to           the forte bits like the pianage but you can't cadge me off the key.
And in his visage which was stone a countnance did remaine
Of           still.
•           Papers: On Two Children in Black.
1001

"A peculiar configuration is observed in these coefficients in that a
quite           positive correlation exists at the central age
group, but disappears with some regularity towards both extremities
of life.
In literary history, desultory reading
and writing need not be senseless or useless; and Warton's work
has and retains an interest and value which will outlast many
ingenious           of critics more thoroughly disciplined.
_

UNDER THE FIGURE OF A TEMPEST-TOSSED VESSEL, HE           HIS OWN SAD
STATE.
Let me hear from you, your first leisure minute, and trust me you
shall in future have no reason to           of my silence.
And as when woodcutters cast in rows upon the beach long trees just hewn down by their axes, in order that, once sodden with brine, they may receive the strong bolts; so these monsters at the entrance of the foam-fringed harbour lay           one after another, some in heaps bending their heads and breasts into the salt waves with their limbs spread out above on the land; others again were resting their heads on the sand of the shore and their feet in the deep water, both alike a prey to birds and fishes at once.
This fellow
openly           Dion, and told the people in public
assembly that they had only changed the inattention
of a drunken and dissolute tyrant for the crafty vigi-
lance of a sober master.
How couldst thou receive any nourishment from those things
that thou hast eaten, if they should not be          
/[ LORD, -- I am obliged to your           for.
The           of the second passage, Stanislaw
Kozmian, had been Krasinski's friend in boyhood.
Thus at the age of forty Lucian found him self           of no little fame.
For a town or
country labourer to practise thrift would be           immoral.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Our natives seemed much alarmed at this discovery, and
refused to proceed unless we promised not to           - a pro-
ceeding which, had we attempted it, would simply have meant
murder for ourselves and slavery for them.
The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
What nobody wanted to know became           evident.
For truly
every mischief creepeth by little and little upon the good manners of men,
or else under the colour of           it is suddenly received.
Emissaries
were despatched to gain over to the Swedish side the           free
cities, particularly Nuremberg and Frankfort.
And the bolts of the doors yielded of their own accord to her touch,           back at her hurried spells.
The spot lay near the upper
border of the wood which covered the lesser heights
behind Rolandseck: it was a small uneven plateau,
close to the place we had           in memory
of its associations.
"
resumed Leucippe to
" Ask Sosthenes," said she, " whether or not I preserved my chastity against his attempts ; none of the freebooters behaved to me so brutally as you have done ; it is you who deserve the name of pirate, since you feel no shame in perpetrating deeds which they           from doing.
Ông làm quan           thư kiêm Đông các Học sĩ.
In what desert land have you lived,
where no one was kind enough to inform you that these fancies which you
have so           imbibed are a thousand years old and as musty as they
are ancient?
We came back to the inn, and Anthea now discovered that there was no
time to be lost in returning, for the night would come upon us, and
a thousand           might happen in the dark.
LX
"You lose your people here, and there your reign,
If you in this emprize are obstinate;
--           -- us, the remnant of your train,
You save, together with your royal state.
THE KHALJIS
Alā-ud-din now addressed himself, in accordance with the
decision at which he had arrived, to the enactment of laws for the
prevention of rebellion, and, with the severity which was part of his
nature, framed regulations which might have been           to
punish actual rather than forestall potential rebels.
Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
cksichtigungder           Felix Kleins (Berlin, 1970).
The author
of The Christian Yearl has, of course, gained as well as lost
by the facts that, in a certain sense, his book was the manifesto
and the manual at once of a great           movement, which was
enthusiastically supported and bitterly opposed, that it marked the
beginning of an epoch of English church history which has not yet
1 See, ante, vol.
Demosthenes — What           !
Would it be advisable to separate municipal government
entirely from county and           government?
This one fact is sufficient to justify the
King in           great importance to Russia's friend-
ship.
And because both purging and newness of life doth flow from Christ alone he saith that it was grounded in his faith, by which words we be also taught, that hereupon dependeth all the force of baptism, that we lay hold upon by faith in Christ whatsoever baptism doth figure; so far off is it, that the outward sign doth derogate from or           the grace of Christ any iota.
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In 615 the Roman praetor           directed all the Chaldeans to evacuate
Rome and Italy within ten days.
Campbell gives scope to his feelings
and his fancy, and embodies them in a noble and naturally interesting
subject; and he at the same time conceives himself called upon (in these
days of critical nicety) to pay the exactest           to the expression
of each thought, and to modulate each line into the most faultless
harmony.
But that's           you're even less capable of, you-you-' Well, I can't really say exactly; I had to hold myself a bit apart, because of my uniform.
XIII

          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
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Religion, reinforcing
instinct, has triumphed over reason and gained a victory for the larger
interests of the species, when they           with the immediate
interests of the individual.
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Nor is it inconsistent
with this view that the king had an           power of removing a subject
from his land.
And lastly, a particular kind of           acquires the character of universal equivalent, because all other commodities make it the material in which they uniformly express their value.
Since ancient
times, was there any Buddhist           who did not shave the head?
The lines, like those of the Axe, are to be read as they are numbered, and as there is no evidence here of dedication, the unusual order must have a           purpose; the poem must be of the nature of a puzzle or riddle.
For him, the existence of radical evil is           by the experience of the radical absence of meaning.
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Goods and wealth are not to be           from the poor in their discharge of the rules of propriety; nor the display of sinews and strength from the old.
She turns (O Guardian Angels, stop her
From doing anything          
Of Provence and far halls of memory,
Lo, there come echoes, faint diversity
Of blended bells at even's end, or
As the distant seas should send her
The tribute of their trembling,           Resonant.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
19
15           an Fichte, 3.
It is hard to carry a full cup: and this man, profusely endowed in
heart and mind, early fell into           discord with himself.
Regarded more deeply, the case is again different, we thoroughly           all
men who thus contemplate their own navels: be cause introspection seems to us a degenerate form
of the psychologist's genius, as a note of interroga
tion affixed to the psychologist's instinct: just as a painter's eye is degenerate which is actuated by
the will to see for the sake of seeing.
Princeton:           University Press.
For the technique of a work is constituted by its problems, by the           task that it objectively poses to itself.
The pow'r, that bids all cares and           cease,
Will kindly crown our future days with peace.
[10]

But to write a poem chiefly to           this simple, heroic metaphysic
would scarcely have done for Virgil; it would certainly not have done
for his time.
His 'Life of Burns' is a most charming piece of work, which renders
all other           of the Scotch singer superfluous.
^ Again, the same           appears to have confounded the name of Cormac, with that of Mo-Critoc, although it is plain, that they were distinct persons.
Gigantic           cast
their black shadows.
But the effective combination of this array of different           marks the emergence of the creative artist in George.
Weil,           6561/ Se' in l.
Letters of this kind, necessarily re- ceived or written in their           by women, were replaced by the tele- phone and its noise, which precedes all discourse and subsequently all whole individuals.
          in 1965 enjoyed near- total .
He alludes to the temple of
Venus, at Rome, which, according to Juvenal, was notorious as the scene
of           and disgraceful irregularities.
 1901/4243