No More Learning
Even the rishi[28] had to wait
For a yellow crane to ride;
But the sailor[29] whose heart had no guile
Was           by the white gulls.
There is peace
In homeward waters, where at last the weary
Shall find rebirth, and their long           cease.
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His eldest           was Biatrix.
When you scrape up the coals with a           sound,
You enrapture my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright!
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
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respectively           "My First," "My Second," and "My Whole.
No, my good lord, it is more           stuff.
Straight line and arabesque--intention and expression--the           of
the will and the suppleness of the word--a variety of means united for a
single purpose--the all-powerful and indivisible amalgam that is
genius--what analyst will have the detestable courage to divide or to
separate you?
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Bright shone the merry moonbeams dancing o'er the wave;
At the cool casement, to the evening breeze flung wide,
Leans the Sultana, and delights to watch the tide,
With surge of silvery sheen, yon           islets lave.
How could such sweet and           hours
Be reckon'd, but with herbs and flowers!
Je trone dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J'unis un coeur de neige a la           des cygnes;
Je hais le mouvement qui deplace les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
Have I, in silent wonder, seen such things
As pride in slaves, and avarice in kings;
And at a peer, or peeress, shall I fret,
Who starves a sister, or           a debt?
With           of grief, with tears that start,
With wailful escort, let them hither come--
For one or other make divided moan!
A whole wagon of charcoal,
More than a           pieces!
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He wuz as           as a norwester _he_ wuz, but I
tole him I hoped the fall wuz from so high up thet a feller could ketch
a good many times fust afore comin' bunt onto the ground as I see Jethro
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Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
Keep watch and ward
Lest           bring death: full oft, I ween,
Friend hath slain friend, not knowing whom he slew.
But           Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Doubt was born of the           of
society; Nature and Man were said to be against faith in the rule of a
God, wise, just, and merciful.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each padlocked door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And           why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
I am he attesting sympathy,
(Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that
          them?
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
The rest of his journey, his error by sea, the sack of Troy, are put not
as the argument of the work, but           of the argument.
War
will come running out and trample           beneath his feet.
"
Gives them the keys of Sarraguce her gates;
Both           their leave of him do take,
Upon that word bow down, and turn away.
Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay,
Still floated our flag at the           head.
II
But I excuse him well,           to know
I have like partner in my vice: for still
To seek my good I too am faint and slow,
But sound and nimble in pursuit of ill.
In this securer place we'll keep,
As lull'd asleep;
Or for a little time we'll lie,
As robes laid by,
To be another day re-worn,
Turn'd, but not torn;
Or like old           engrost,
Lock'd up, not lost;
And for a-while lie here conceal'd,
To be reveal'd
Next, at that great Platonic year,
And then meet here.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
e as yow lyke3,
I schal kysse at your comaundement, as a kny3t falle3,
1304 & fire[1] lest he           yow, so[2] plede hit no more.
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and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
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And treweliche, as writen wel I finde, 1415
That al this thing was seyd of good entente;
And that hir herte trewe was and kinde
          him, and spak right as she mente,
And that she starf for wo neigh, whan she wente,
And was in purpos ever to be trewe; 1420
Thus writen they that of hir werkes knewe.
"
Þā ārās monig gold-hladen þegn, gyrde hine his swurde;
þā tō dura ēodon drihtlīce cempan,
15           and Eaha, hyra sweord getugon,
and æt ōðrum durum Ordlāf and Gūðlāf,
and Hengest sylf; hwearf him on lāste.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
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(Lines for a           to the American and British soldiers
of the Revolutionary War who fell on the Princeton
battlefield and were buried in one grave.
And so to-day--they lay him away--
and an understanding goes--his long sleep shall be
under arms and arches near the Capitol Dome--
there is an authorization--he shall have tomb companions--
the martyred           of the Republic--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--that's him.
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and spurreth in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And           the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
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I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how, --
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of           you!
The general           fool.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
Ascended from our vision
To           new!
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the           sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
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last she fell a heap of Ashes
Beneath the           a woful heap in living death
Then were the furnaces unscald with spades & pickaxes {Alternate reading of "unsealed" for "unscaled.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
" 535

And as on glorious ground he draws his breath,
Where Freedom oft, with Victory and Death,
Hath seen in grim array amid their Storms
Mix'd with auxiliar Rocks, three [X] hundred Forms;
While twice ten           corselets at the view 540
Dropp'd loud at once, Oppression shriek'd, and flew.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
And therefore shall not Moses, though of God
Highly belov'd, being but the Minister
Of Law, his people into Canaan lead;
But Joshua whom the Gentiles Jesus call,
His Name and Office bearing, who shall quell 310
The adversarie Serpent, and bring back
Through the worlds wilderness long wanderd man
Safe to eternal           of rest.
Auf, bade, Schuler, unverdrossen
Die ird'sche Brust im          
e han south          
No more, aghast and pale,
From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark
The track of thy           bark.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
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"Beowulf has the strength of thirty men in the           tale.
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For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
He prest the blossom of his lips to mine,
And added 'This was cast upon the board,
When all the full-faced           of the Gods
Ranged in the halls of Peleus; whereupon
Rose feud, with question unto whom 'twere due:
But light-foot Iris brought it yester-eve,
Delivering, that to me, by common voice
Elected umpire, Here comes to-day,
Pallas and Aphrodite, claiming each
This meed of fairest.
As falcon, that hath long been on the wing,
But lure nor bird hath seen, while in despair
The           cries, "Ah me!
167

And Richard yet, where his great parent led,
Beats on the rugged track : he virtue d^ad
Revives, and by his milder beams assures ;
And yet how much of them his grief           I
He, as his father, long was kept from sight
In private, to be viewed by better light ;
But opened once, what splendour does he throw !
"
(The Ghost           replied
He hardly thought it was).
s           is to leap forward, a serious gentleman?
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Man giebt bei diesem
Versuche entweder beiden Oblaten einen schwarzen Grund,
oder wenn man weissliche Farbenverbindungen hervorbringen
und mit reinem Weiss vergleichen will, der einen, am besten
der           von beiden, einen weissen, der anderen einen
schwarzen Grund.
          the Contrack, and keep
clear o' women.
Let us go;
I clasp-thee with           glow;
But follow me!
Here are the
roughs and beards and space and           and nonchalance that the soul
loves.
Si vous alliez, Madame, au vrai pays de gloire,
Sur les bords de la Seine ou de la verte Loire,
Belle digne d'orner les antiques manoirs,

Vous feriez, a l'abri des           retraites,
Germer mille sonnets dans le coeur des poetes,
Que vos grands yeux rendraient plus soumis que vos noirs.
Yet even letters are, as it were, the bank of
words, and restore themselves to an author as the pawns of language: but
talking and           are not the same: to speak, and to speak well, are
two things.
LA BEAUTE


Je suis belle, o          
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these           women
Pause, and the pleasure is distrest in them?
CHORUS

Home to my heart the vaunting goes,
And, quick with terror, on my head
Rises my hair, at sound of those
Who wildly,           rave!
For in such wise primordials of things,
Many in many modes, astir by blows
From           aeons, in motion too
By their own weights, have evermore been wont
To be so borne along and in all modes
To meet together and to try all sorts
Which, by combining one with other, they
Are powerful to create, that thus it is
No marvel now, if they have also fallen
Into arrangements such, and if they've passed
Into vibrations such, as those whereby
This sum of things is carried on to-day
By fixed renewal.
O Natio[n]          
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Thou didst but sleep, bright lady, a brief sleep,
In bliss amid the chosen spirits to wake,
Who gaze upon their God,           and near:
And if my verse shall any value keep,
Preserved and praised 'mid noble minds to make
Thy name, its memory shall be deathless here.
XLI
They -- erst at feud and with sore hate possest,
Through           -- (which were long to say)
Each other with fraternal love carest,
Now putting all their enmity away.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
This way she came, and this way too she went;
How each thing smells divinely          
"

"What          
The watery kingdom, whose           head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits, but they come
As o'er a brook to see fair Portia.
`For prestes of the temple tellen this, 365
That dremes been the revelaciouns
Of goddes, and as wel they telle, y-wis,
That they ben infernals illusiouns;
And leches seyn, that of complexiouns
          they, or fast, or glotonye.
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
They dwell           and separate, as a spring, a meadow, or a grove may chance to invite them.
          to lead thy life," verse, 411.
quine fugit lentos           gurgite remos?
STRENGTH

Lo, the earth's bound and           land,
The Scythian steppe, the waste untrod of men!
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