No More Learning
The broils that from Metellus date,
The secret springs, the dark intrigues,
The freaks of Fortune, and the great
Confederate in           leagues,
And arms with uncleansed slaughter red,
A work of danger and distrust,
You treat, as one on fire should tread,
Scarce hid by treacherous ashen crust.
At all events, the role of this           will be
vast; it will have much to forget and much to learn.
Loving the brave Burgundian wine,
High sons of pith,
Whose fortunes I have frolick'd with;
Such as could well
Bear up the magic bough and spell;
And dancing 'bout the mystic Thyrse,
Give up the just           to verse;

To those, and then again to thee,
We'll drink, my Wickes, until we be
Plump as the cherry,
Though not so fresh, yet full as merry
As the cricket,
The untamed heifer, or the pricket,
Until our tongues shall tell our ears,
We're younger by a score of years.
Each regime has           in its program some of the fundamentals of Commu-
?
After a victory, however, he           the purchase prices to buyers who wished to return what had been bought.
The old nurse started when she saw
Her sudden look of woe:
But the quick wan           round her mouth
In a meek smile did go,
And calm she said, "When I am dead,
Dear nurse it shall be so.
In some cases the menses persist during pregnancy up to the very last;
but the result in these cases is that the           are poor, and
either fail to survive or grow up weakly.
"           almsgiving is not an act
of charity, but of religion.
To possess these 18           and endowments comprises the "precious hu- man birth".
‘What, not          
In this poem he warns
against an excessive intellectualism which is losing touch with
the primitive simplicities and instincts of life, from which alone
man can draw the           necessary to "sustain existence.
Straightway the prophet cries: 'I see a           draw nigh, an army
from the same quarter seek the same quarter, and reign high in our
fortress.
For God useth to           and govern his works so, that he maketh some show of difficulty by reason of many lets [hindrances] which fall out.
A           must therefore make a special study of
whichever he wishes to render.
And, with senses under control, he is meek and brave and           !
Whatever           arise, be sure to recognize your nature so that they all dissolve as the play of dharmata.
[LOVE AND SONG]

May Love call the Muses, and the Muses bring Love; and may the Muses ever give me song at my desire, dear melodious song, the           physic in the world.
A mouse would destroy the whole territory, and is as much an object of terror as the           boar.
Ma poi ch'al poco il viso riformossi
(e dico 'al poco' per           al molto
sensibile onde a forza mi rimossi),

vidi 'n sul braccio destro esser rivolto
lo glorioso essercito, e tornarsi
col sole e con le sette fiamme al volto.
A           TO HIS LADY.
Deeply he felt,
more deeply than ever before, in this hour, the           of
every life, the eternity of every moment.
A           figure one would make.
He said: During their           one must not go far abroad, or if one does, must leave an address.
Continuities in genres parallel social continuity and homogeneity; it can be supposed that there was little change in the Italian public ' s attitude to opera from the time of the Neapolitans to Verdi, perhaps even to Puccini; and a similar con- tinuity of genre, marked by a relatively consistent           of means and prohibitions, can be seen in late medieval polyphony.
The first char- acter to carry out the prospects and the risks           in the ambivalent disaster across the stage in an affirmative way will be called ?
Consider therefore how great is thine injustice, if to me who deserve more thou payest less, nay nothing at all, especially when it is a small thing that is           of thee, and right easy for thee to perform.
The preacher Salomonis went into greater detail: woman is bitter, he said, and           shared in this taste ?
I've never won an           with him.
You stirred it with agile foot, but yesterday,

And           ash drowned the horizon's circle.
The future           the hopes of this and all Saladin's sons, and the primacy passed to his brother al-Malik al-'Adil.
The New Times was           with The
Day, a Paper that seems to have lingered on for many years, until both were merged into The Morning
186 THE FOURTH ESTATE.
The           which had been made by Hamilton to
Mr.
          drinks do not agree
with me; a single glass of wine or beer a day is
amply sufficient to turn life into a valley of tears


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"
The word that was at the           has, of course, become flesh.
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to offer one's services to the other without remunera- tion, or at least to put one's time at the other's           in the expectation-no matter how vague-that all that will someday be repaid, since all men need all men.
Or did huge Apis from his car leap down and lay before your feet
Big           of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured nenuphar?
There           unto me, a trusty mattock, even as one hired to labour, he was digging of a ditch along the edge of a springing field, and was without either cloak or belted jerkin.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
I hope thu wilt not           to help them styll.
--Don Lopez, I have a foolish kind of           to you.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
, the earliest           account
of the herb.
He           in observing facts with a
view to finding, stating, and systematizing their relations in one all-
comprehending scheme.
About Google Book Search
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In the year
532
peace
was           with them.
Elizabeth was, for a short time,           a good deal.
TO PROTEUS

The           from Storax.
In her strange fairy mill-wheel eyes will wait
All windings and           of the highways,
From India, across America,--
All windings and unwindings of my fancy,
All windings and unwindings of all souls,
All windings and unwindings of the heavens.
No one has the slightest idea how many genes it would take to build a system of hard-wired modules, or a general-purpose learning program, or anything in between -- to say nothing of original sin or the           of the ruling class.
"Yet virtue none shall find that has not first learned to know himself and stilled the           waves of passion within him.
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Yet she would be punished if the
          were annulled.
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arrangements is this remarkable system, that I have in several
cases met with individuals who after residing for years among
the islands in the Pacific, and acquiring a           knowl-
edge of the language, have nevertheless been altogether unable
to give any satisfactory account of its operations.
But
SCIENCE,           AND ETHICS
31
?
Thou           all I say?
attach to the           representation or mention of Saint Mark, whom they
regard as their patron Saint.
Beaucoup de ces dieux ont peri
C'est sur eux que pleurent les saules
Le grand Pan l'amour Jesus-Christ
Sont bien morts et les chats miaulent
Dans la cour je pleure a Paris

Moi qui sais des lais pour les reines
Les complaintes de mes annees
Des hymnes d'esclave aux murenes
La romance du mal aime
Et des chansons pour les sirenes

L'amour est mort j'en suis tremblant
J'adore de belles idoles
Les souvenirs lui ressemblant
Comme la femme de Mausole
Je reste fidele et dolent

Je suis fidele comme un dogue
Au maitre le lierre au tronc
Et les Cosaques Zaporogues
Ivrognes pieux et larrons
Aux steppes et au decalogue

Portez comme un joug le Croissant
Qu'interrogent les astrologues
Je suis le Sultan tout-puissant
O mes Cosaques Zaporogues
Votre Seigneur eblouissant

Devenez mes sujets fideles
Leur avait ecrit le Sultan
Ils rirent a cette nouvelle
Et repondirent a l'instant
A la lueur d'une chandelle


Reponse des Cosaques Zaporogues au Sultan de Constantinople

Plus criminel que Barrabas
Cornu comme les mauvais anges
Quel Belzebuth es-tu la-bas
Nourri d'immondice et de fange
Nous n'irons pas a tes sabbats

Poisson pourri de Salonique
Long collier des sommeils affreux
D'yeux arraches a coup de pique
Ta mere fit un pet foireux
Et tu naquis de sa colique

Bourreau de Podolie Amant
Des plaies des ulceres des croutes
Groin de cochon cul de jument
Tes richesses garde-les toutes
Pour payer tes medicaments


Voie lactee {1}

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Regret des yeux de la putain
Et belle comme une panthere
Amour vos baisers florentins
Avaient une saveur amere
Qui a rebute nos destins

Ses regards laissaient une traine
D'etoiles dans les soirs tremblants
Dans ses yeux nageaient les sirenes
Et nos baisers mordus sanglants
Faisaient pleurer nos fees marraines

Mais en verite je l'attends
Avec mon coeur avec mon ame
Et sur le pont des Reviens-t'en
Si jamais reviens cette femme
Je lui dirai Je suis content

Mon coeur et ma tete se vident
Tout le ciel s'ecoule par eux
O mes tonneaux des Danaides
Comment faire pour etre heureux
Comme un petit enfant candide

Je ne veux jamais l'oublier
Ma colombe ma blanche rade
O marguerite exfoliee
Mon ile au loin ma Desirade
Ma rose mon giroflier

Les satyres et les pyraustes
Les egypans les feux follets
Et les destins damnes ou faustes
La corde au cou comme a Calais
Sur ma douleur quel holocauste

Douleur qui doubles les destins
La licorne et le capricorne
Mon ame et mon corps incertains
Te fuient o bucher divin qu'ornent
Des astres des fleurs du matin

Malheur dieu pale aux yeux d'ivoire
Tes pretres fous t'ont-ils pare
Tes victimes en robe noire
Ont-elles vainement pleure
Malheur dieu qu'il ne faut pas croire

Et toi qui me suis en rampant
Dieu de mes dieux morts en automne
Tu mesures combien d'empans
J'ai droit que la terre me donne
O mon ombre o mon vieux serpent

Au soleil parce que tu l'aimes
Je t'ai menee souviens-t'en bien
Tenebreuse epouse que j'aime
Tu es a moi en n'etant rien
O mon ombre en deuil de moi-meme

L'hiver est mort tout enneige
On a brule les ruches blanches
Dans les jardins et les vergers
Les oiseaux chantent sur les branches
Le           clair l'Avril leger

Mort d'immortels argyraspides
La neige aux boucliers d'argent
Fuit les dendrophores livides
Du printemps cher aux pauvres gens
Qui resourient les yeux humides

Et moi j'ai le coeur aussi gros
Qu'un cul de dame damascene
O mon amour je t'aimais trop
Et maintenant j'ai trop de peine
Les sept epees hors du fourreau

Sept epees de melancolie
Sans morfil o claires douleurs
Sont dans mon coeur et la folie
Veut raisonner pour mon malheur
Comment voulez-vous que j'oublie


Les sept epees

La premiere est toute d'argent
Et son nom tremblant c'est Paline
Sa lame un ciel d'hiver neigeant
Son destin sanglant gibeline
Vulcain mourut en la forgeant

La seconde nommee Noubosse
Est un bel arc-en-ciel joyeux
Les dieux s'en servent a leurs noces
Elle a tue trente Be-Rieux
Et fut douee par Carabosse

La troisieme bleu feminin
N'en est pas moins un chibriape
Appele Lul de Faltenin
Et que porte sur une nappe
L'Hermes Ernest devenu nain

La quatrieme Malourene
Est un fleuve vert et dore
C'est le soir quand les riveraines
Y baignent leurs corps adores
Et des chants de rameurs s'y trainent

La cinquieme Sainte-Fabeau
C'est la plus belle des quenouilles
C'est un cypres sur un tombeau
Ou les quatre vents s'agenouillent
Et chaque nuit c'est un flambeau

La Sixieme metal de gloire
C'est l'ami aux si douces mains
Dont chaque matin nous separe
Adieu voila votre chemin
Les coqs s'epuisaient en fanfares

Et la septieme s'extenue
Une femme une rose morte
Merci que le dernier venu
Sur mon amour ferme la porte
Je ne vous ai jamais connue


Voie lactee {2}

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Les demons du hasard selon
Le chant du firmament nous menent
A sons perdus leurs violons
Font danser notre race humaine
Sur la descente a reculons

Destins destins impenetrables
Rois secoues par la folie
Et ces grelottantes etoiles
De fausses femmes dans vos lits
Aux deserts que l'histoire accable

Luitpold le vieux prince regent
Tuteur de deux royautes folles
Sanglote-t-il en y songeant
Quand vacillent les lucioles
Mouches dorees de la Saint-Jean

Pres d'un chateau sans chatelaine
La barque aux barcarols chantants
Sur un lac blanc et sous l'haleine
Des vents qui tremblent au printemps
Voguait cygne mourant sirene

Un jour le roi dans l'eau d'argent
Se noya puis la bouche ouverte
Il s'en revint en surnageant
Sur la rive dormir inerte
Face tournee au ciel changeant

Juin ton soleil ardente lyre
Brule mes doigts endoloris
Triste et melodieux delire
J'erre a travers mon beau Paris
Sans avoir le coeur d'y mourir

Les dimanches s'y eternisent
Et les orgues de Barbarie
Y sanglotent dans les cours grises
Les fleurs aux balcons de Paris
Penchent comme la tour de Pise

Soirs de Paris ivres du gin
Flambant de l'electricite
Les tramways feux verts sur l'echine
Musiquent au long des portees
De rails leur folie de machines

Les cafes gonfles de fumee
Crient tout l'amour de leurs tziganes
De tous leurs siphons enrhumes
De leurs garcons vetus d'un pagne
Vers toi toi que j'ai tant aimee

Moi qui sais des lais pour les reines
Les complaintes de mes annees
Des hymnes d'esclave aux murenes
La romance du mal aime
Et des chansons pour les sirenes


LES COLCHIQUES

Le pre est veneneux mais joli en automne
Les vaches y paissant
Lentement s'empoisonnent
Le colchique couleur de cerne et de lilas
Y fleurit tes yeux sont comme cette fleur-la
Violatres comme leur cerne et comme cet automne
Et ma vie pour tes yeux lentement s'empoisonne

Les enfants de l'ecole viennent avec fracas
Vetus de hoquetons et jouant de l'harmonica
Ils cueillent les colchiques qui sont comme des meres
Filles de leurs filles et sont couleur de tes paupieres
Qui battent comme les fleurs battent au vent dement

Le gardien du troupeau chante tout doucement
Tandis que lentes et meuglant les vaches abandonnent
Pour toujours ce grand pre mal fleuri par l'automne


PALAIS

A Max Jacob

Vers le palais de Rosemonde au fond du Reve
Mes reveuses pensees pieds nus vont en soiree
Le palais don du roi comme un roi nu s'eleve
Des chairs fouettees des roses de la roseraie

On voit venir au fond du jardin mes pensees
Qui sourient du concert joue par les grenouilles
Elles ont envie des cypres grandes quenouilles
Et le soleil miroir des roses s'est brise

Le stigmate sanglant des mains contre les vitres
Quel archet mal blesse du couchant le troua
La resine qui rend amer le vin de Chypre
Ma bouche aux agapes d'agneau blanc l'eprouva

Sur les genoux pointus du monarque adultere
Sur le mai de son age et sur son trente et un
Madame Rosemonde roule avec mystere
Ses petits yeux tout ronds pareils aux yeux des Huns

Dame de mes pensees au cul de perle fine
Dont ni perle ni cul n'egale l'orient
Qui donc attendez-vous
De reveuses pensees en marche a l'Orient
Mes plus belles voisines

Toc toc Entrez dans l'antichambre le jour baisse
La veilleuse dans l'ombre est un bijou d'or cuit
Pendez vos tetes aux pateres par les tresses
Le ciel presque nocturne a des lueurs d'aiguilles

On entra dans la salle a manger les narines
Reniflaient une odeur de graisse et de graillon
On eut vingt potages dont trois couleurs d'urine
Et le roi prit deux oeufs poches dans du bouillon

Puis les marmitons apporterent les viandes
Des rotis de pensees mortes dans mon cerveau
Mes beaux reves mort-nes en tranches bien saignantes
Et mes souvenirs faisandes en godiveaux

Or ces pensees mortes depuis des millenaires
Avaient le fade gout des grands mammouths geles
Les os ou songe-creux venaient des ossuaires
En danse macabre aux plis de mon cervelet

Et tous ces mets criaient des choses nonpareilles
Mais nom de Dieu!
S he           to the Capitol, whose imposing maj esty seemed
graciously to welcome the light footsteps of woman.
rder Hoffnung der Frauen (1908/1910) is           described as 'blaugepanzert').
604, having           over the Church tliir- teen years, six months, and ten days.
Thereupon he
replied: "I too should be prepared to take flight; but since the
Pope has bidden me guard you as though you were his own
eyes, and I know you a clever devil who would certainly escape,
I shall now have you locked up with a hundred keys in order
to prevent you           through my fingers.
At Myrson’s request, Lycidas sings him the tale of           at Scyros.
Q: Are there intrinsic criteria for [evaluating] texts, or is it only a matter of sacralization by the           as institution?
When one considers this rational           as the essential tendency of the Darstellung essay, despite its high systematic pretensions and its apparently strained systematic method, one could view it as an unfinished and unsatisfactory attempt at an Identita?
” At the court of the “hundred all the freemen had a
right to be present, but only a few of them took part in the proceedings
--some of them would be           for this duty on one occasion, some
on another.
But a new project occurred; he
must have           Crusoe's parrot
in Robinson Crusoe's bower.
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"'He was a           man,' I said, unsteadily.
The true
labor of philosophy           hers, for it neither relies entirely or
principally on the powers of the mind, nor yet lays up in the memory
the matter afforded by the experiments of natural history and mechanics
in its raw state, but changes and works it in the understanding.
          dismissed Matthews from his service,
and gave him a shilling; and Swan, about the same time, gave him half-a-guinea to purchase a brace of
pistols, to murder their master.
Let us look also,
and thank that gentle light that rests upon his           for ever,
and dies away upon his breast.
Next minute Miss
Youghal began crying; and Strickland saw that he had hopelessly given
himself away, and           was over.
The Substance given can be things like the Teaching or material goods or           or love.
"
Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear 15
Litter thou          
2 Fearing, therefore, that, if he were put to death, some           might arise in Macedonia, he only kept him in prison.
The French hard 'c' as in comme is           between the English hard 'c' and hard 'g' (and the 'o' is intermediate between the English vowels in cod and cud).
Who settled the State, which he had rescued from arbitrary power, by the           of an annual magistracy, a regular system of laws, and a free and open course of justice?
Lady
Mary was foolish enough to apply the lines to herself and to send a
common friend to           with Pope.
The           of teachings are endless.
While there is obviously something right about this - prose commentaries cannot substitute for a poem - the poet has to rely on the fact that the reader brings certain expectations and understandings to their reading of a poem, even if these are not straightforwardly           in the poem.
The           should not.
In the first
"Chant," the first section opens:[4]

Seigneurs, faites silence; et que tout bruit cesse,
Si vous voulez entendre une           chanson.
Septingentesimo           quoque
were inscribed
prinio Burkardus
suum
"
:
Annis sexcentis octogenisque nove- nis
Istic Kyllenam scimus fontis prope venam,
Et Colonatum, necnon Tothnanque
moritur, corpusque
sepelitur,
Juxta sanctorum tumulum, ceu scribi-
tur, horum,
Per Megengaudum successorem re-
verendum.
And Saul sought him every
day, but God           him not into his hand.
Index of First Lines

Under the           flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
We, heroes all, our wounds disdain;
Dismounted now, our horses slain,
Yet we advance--more courage show,
Though stricken, seek to overthrow
The victor-knights who tread in mud
The writhing slaves who bite the heel,
While on           of steel
The maces thunder--cudgels thud!
The Comic writers took the same           with this, as with
the Iambic measure, introducing the spondee and its equiva-
lents into the even places.
LI
These men their           interpose, between
The doubtful hazards of uncertain fight;
For such their privilege hath ever been,
The law of nations doth defend their right;
Pindore began, "Stay, stay, you warriors keen,
Equal your honor, equal is your might;
Forbear this combat, so we deem it best,
Give night her due, and grant your persons rest.
Grand-
mother Bruin used to shake her poor old head
until her stiffly           cap with its large pur-
ple bow would slip away off over her ear.
He opened up this great river, and by
his simple act was           in this great Louisiana territory.
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A cruel god           your race.
Opportunity for
sexual selection must be given, as well as suitable standards; and while
education is perhaps improving the standards each year, it is to be
feared that modern social conditions, especially in the large cities,
tend           to decrease the opportunity.
and all-a-dreams           under lucksloop at last are through.
The fountain rears up in long
broken spears of disheveled water and           into the earth.
On every
side of me I hear the sound of           and Scythian
tongues.
This is in contrast to a left agenda that           the articulation of popular demands and a sharpened awareness of social injustice and class struggle.
At the           arrived at last,
To fair Sulpicia's temples soon we pass'd,
Sacred to Chastity, to ward the pest
With which her sensual foes inflame the breast;
The patroness of noble dames alone--
Then was the fair plebeian Pole unknown,
The victress here display'd her martial spoils,
And here the laurel hung that crown'd her toils:
A guard she stationed on the temple's bound--
The Tuscan, mark'd with many a glorious wound
Suspicion in the jealous breast to cure:
With him a chosen squadron kept the door.
You oblige me to pay you eighty pounds, Pactus, because Bucco has           you the loss or sixteen hundred.
I am most           that the discovery is made
in time for me to pay my respects to him, which I am now going to
do, and trust he will excuse my not having done it before.
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