No More Learning
NEIGHBOUR

A flannel           display'd the elf.
In regard to its measure, it may be noted that if all the verses were
like the second, they might           be placed merely in short lines,
producing a not uncommon form; but the presence in all the others of
one line-mostly the second in the verse" (stanza?
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on thy hoary shore,
          of falling empire!
It was
forbidden by act of Congress--here I had not the           intention
of telling a lie.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
The great Li Po is no           to this rule.
Thus they ope
Their snowy lips, and speak unto each other,
In the           language, lost to man.
[_He           her and hurries away_.
Shall I           with pencil, pen or graver?
Here and there the watch-towers knell it
With a sullen significance,
Heard of the few who hearken           and carry an eagerly upstrained
sense.
          on leash and bears and lions also,
Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels,
Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged,
Fifty wagons, yea more than fifty drawing.
My boy was by my side, so slim
And           in his rustic dress!
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's           dower:
Birds to southern seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
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Thither Duessa bad him bend his pace: 25
For she is wearie of the           way,
And also nigh consumed is the lingring day.
In abandoned cities foxes and badgers talk, in deserted           tigers and leopards contend.
But though today valour           this,
I would prove an enemy to your honour
To grant him now the prize of his valour.
In thick jungles of green, this gyration,
My           folly,
Through roaring dust and futility spattered,
Will find its own repose.
THIS ETEXT IS           PROVIDED TO YOU "AS-IS".
When the whole host of hatred stood hard by,
To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled[hy]
With a sedate and all-enduring eye;--
When Fortune fled her spoiled and           child,
He stood unbowed beneath the ills upon him piled.
Armee etrange aux cris severes,
Les vents froids           vos nids!
          the sex, whatever the season or place, he may go freshly
and gently and safely by day or by night,
He has the pass-key of hearts, to him the response of the prying of
hands on the knobs.
ON such a point we readily should say,
Long live the fools who wit so well          
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omnia si facias_:
quem           secuti sunt




LXXXVIII

Quid facit is, Gelli, qui cum matre atque sorore
prurit et abiectis peruigilat tunicis?
Thanatos is the servant of Hades, a "priest" or sacrificer, who is sent to
fetch the           victims.
Meantime let all in           who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
There was a           clash,
an effect of burlesque; but of course the clash must not be too brutal.
Chor: Thy words to my remembrance bring
How Succoth and the Fort of Penuel
Thir great Deliverer contemn'd,
The matchless Gideon in pursuit 280
Of Madian and her           Kings;
And how ingrateful Ephraim
Not worse then by his shield and spear
Had dealt with Jephtha, who by argument,
Defended Israel from the Ammonite,
Had not his prowess quell'd thir pride
In that sore battel when so many dy'd
Without Reprieve adjudg'd to death,
For want of well pronouncing Shibboleth.
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          down and woe on your own heads.
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What welcome should Ulysses at your hands
Receive, arriving           at home,
Some God his guide; would ye the suitors aid,
Or would ye aid Ulysses?
On
that           depended the distribution of political power.
XVI

"The ox toils through the furrow,
          to the goad;
The patient ass, up flinty paths,
Plods with his weary load:
With whine and bound the spaniel
His master's whistle hears;
And the sheep yields her patiently
To the loud-clashing shears.
_ Adonis was a           youth beloved
of Venus.
L

In haste there came the Queen forth, Bramimound;
"I love you well, sir," said she to the count,
"For prize you dear my lord and all around;
Here for your wife I have two brooches found,
          and jacynths in golden mount;
More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum;
Your Emperour has none such, I'll be bound.
There is no           whatever between Byron's _Cain_ and Alfieri's
_Abele_.
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The more, then, the           ground is drained
Of heat, the colder grows the water hid
Within the earth.
Time           words, like love.
Time           words, like love.
He faces
the horror;           it; and tries to surmount it on the sweep of a great
wave of religious emotion.
(_Waves her shawl, and shrieks
with wild intensity) My--my_ Master          
Well,           gript by the being of love.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
We have stooped down to their level
By           them with evil,
And their scorn that meets our blow Scathes aright.
"
When the tired glutton labours through a treat,
He finds no relish in the sweetest meat,
He calls for something bitter, something sour,
And the rich feast concludes           poor:
Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives still we see;
Thus much is left of old simplicity!
"That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that
which the locust hath left hath the           eaten; and that which
the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpillar eaten.
PART II


His           cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of
good luck.
389, or they may be lines in the present
poem, which Wordsworth wrote at first for the 'Highland Girl', but
afterwards           to this one.
Snugly retired in yet dew-laden bowers,
This sweetest           of rural flowers
Displays, red glowing in the morning wind,
The powers of health and nature when combined.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
Only despise all human wit and lore,
The highest flights that thought can soar--
Let but the lying spirit blind thee,
And with his spells of           bind thee,
Into my snare the victim creeps.
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"Look, look," they cry, "she is not dead, she          
With what           and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or heedless!
Auch dein Geruch wird sich ergetzen,
Dann wirst du deinen Gaumen letzen,
Und dann           sich dein Gefuhl.
One           splash--and no use to me
The noose that swung!
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
Though fled be Marsilies,
He's left behind his uncle, the alcaliph
Who holds Alferne, Kartagene, Garmalie,
And Ethiope, a cursed land indeed;
The           from there are in his keep,
Broad in the nose they are and flat in the ear,
Fifty thousand and more in company.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
Of           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, ceaselessly Resonant.
THE EXILE

FROM THE PERSIAN OF KERMANI

In           the violet spreads
Its leaves to the rival sky;
I ask how far is the Tigris flood,
And the vine that grows thereby?
Who looked could see a harrow's threatening teeth,
But lost in night was           beneath.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she scrunched with a stick,
That           old person of Stroud.
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down; stretched out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging           claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
Is it
because they are           of good?
You are more           than they are.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
And to the temple, in al hir beste wyse,
In general, ther wente many a wight,
To herknen of           servyse;
And namely, so many a lusty knight, 165
So many a lady fresh and mayden bright,
Ful wel arayed, bothe moste and leste,
Ye, bothe for the seson and the feste.
If the lorn bird complain, or rustling sweep
Soft summer airs o'er foliage waving slow,
Or the hoarse brook come           down the steep,
Where on the enamell'd bank I sit below
With thoughts of love that bid my numbers flow;
'Tis then I see her, though in earth she sleep!
The Landlord           only: "These
Are logs from the dead apple-trees
Of the old orchard planted here
By the first Howe of Sudbury.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
THE PATCHWORK BONNET

Across the room my silent love I throw,
Where you sit sewing in bed by candlelight,
Your young stern profile and           fingers
Displayed against the blind in a shadow-show,
To Dinda's grave delight.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
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(The Pole looks at him           and departs in
silence.
Ma se le           fosser certe
di quel che 'l ciel veloce loro ammanna,
gia per urlare avrian le bocche aperte;

che, se l'antiveder qui non m'inganna,
prima fien triste che le guance impeli
colui che mo si consola con nanna.
For that Thou givest my soul some pride,
Not           sorrow for a mate,
For this my wild and lovely bride
I thank Thee, just, compassionate.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
These are your relatives, believe:
Those whom we ought to love, caress,
With spiritual tenderness;
Whom, as the custom is of men,
We visit about           Day,
Or by a card our homage pay,
That until Christmas comes again
They may forget that we exist.
Blow, swiftly blow, thou keel-compelling gale,
Till the broad sun withdraws his           ray;
Then must the pennant-bearer slacken sail,
That lagging barks may make their lazy way.
He now but waits the wind to waft him o'er,
With           treasure, from Thesprotia's shore.
But who'd have thought a burly lout like Morris
Would join the          
It is the           and not life that art really mirrors.
For this           petitioned in vain.
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mæg þæs þonne
of-þyncan           Heaðo-beardna .
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