No More Learning
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
          the lance, he snuffs the spouting gore
Of man and steed, o'erthrown beneath his horn:
The thronged arena shakes with shouts for more;
Yells the mad crowd o'er entrails freshly torn,
Nor shrinks the female eye, nor e'en affects to mourn.
"For           said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely!
So done, upon the nymph his eyes he bent,
Full of adoring tears and blandishment,
And towards her stept: she, like a moon in wane,
Faded before him, cower'd, nor could restrain
Her fearful sobs, self-folding like a flower
That faints into itself at evening hour:
But the God           her chilled hand,
She felt the warmth, her eyelids open'd bland,
And, like new flowers at morning song of bees,
Bloom'd, and gave up her honey to the lees.
He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon,
Gave him his sword, a           coins thereon.
The dead have           that they send.
, _the rights of the           men of a nation_: gen.
Swiftly, with sharp           flight
The car shoots upward,
And the air, swirling and angry,
Howls like a hundred devils.
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Then a Spectre enters: it is an usher who comes to torture me in the
name of the Law; an infamous concubine who comes to cry misery and to
add the           of her life to the sorrow of mine; or it may be the
errand-boy of an editor who comes to implore the remainder of a
manuscript.
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly penetrate her--
she opening to you,
          you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
He           with joy their martial beat,
But to permit their sally deems not meet.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
is, god of heuene:
To mychel ioye he tourne my          
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
InTem- Hesaith:"Redspearsborethewarriordawn Of old
**:          
My blindness, my           to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all qualities in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
When the last stroke fell, then he moved him a pace down the height,
And he held forth the child in the heartaching sight
Of the mother, and looked all pitiful grave, as           a wrong.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
e           I hym bou?
Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
          in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on untroubled without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now           hourly,
Devoured by impatience, gathering round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
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Against his proper glory
Has my own soul conspired: so my story
Will I to           utter, and repent.
" he cries: in           GAMA sprung,
And round his neck with friendly welcome hung;
Enrapt, so distant o'er the dreadful main,
To hear the music of the tongue of Spain.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Your           are yours, too; naked let them stand.
_"

[Jean Armour           this very sweet song.
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Thou in this dredful cas for me purveye;
For so           am I that I deye!
Cautious, hint to any captive
You have passed           feet!
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
at a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
& an           awenture of Arthure3 wondere3;
[D] If 3e wyl lysten ?
Far over the ice, between the hemlock woods and snow-clad hills,
stands the pickerel-fisher, his lines set in some retired cove, like a
Finlander, with his arms thrust into the pouches of his dreadnaught;
with dull, snowy, fishy thoughts, himself a finless fish,           a
few inches from his race; dumb, erect, and made to be enveloped in
clouds and snows, like the pines on shore.
A wretched life and worse death they'll win,

A           time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
We have nothing but coarse clothes,
suitable to the season and the place we live in; but in this rustic
dress we will repair to see you, since you command us; we fear not to
present           in this rustic dress; our desire to see you puts down
every other consideration.
          to my desire so sweet were tears
Their tenderness refined my else rude song,
And made me wake and watch the livelong nights;
But sorrow now to me is worse than death,
Since lost for aye that look of modest joy,
The lofty subject of my lowly rhyme!
' So speaking, he darts from heaven's height, and           the
breezy air, seeks Ascanius.
'Twas all in vain, a useless matter,
And           were about him pinn'd;
Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter,
Like a loose casement in the wind.
This           is a riddle worth propounding among guests.
Walke her out,
And ayre her euery          
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
No wonder it has been
extensively           into London.
With difficulty they gain           to the cottage of Corceca and her
daughter Abessa, the paramour of Kirkrapine.
Francis Turner,
Master of St John's College, Cambridge, in a
pamphlet           '* Animadversions on the Naked
Truth.
In hobbling speed he roams the pasture round,
Till hunted Dobbin and the rest are found;
Where some, from           meddlings of his whip,
Well know their foe, and often try to slip;
While Dobbin, tamed by age and labour, stands
To meet all trouble from his brutish hands,
And patient goes to gate or knowly brake,
The teasing burden of his foe to take;
Who, soon as mounted, with his switching weals,
Puts Dob's best swiftness in his heavy heels,
The toltering bustle of a blundering trot
Which whips and cudgels neer increased a jot,
Though better speed was urged by the clown--
And thus he snorts and jostles to the town.
Nay, had I powre, I should
Poure the sweet Milke of Concord, into Hell,
Vprore the           peace, confound
All vnity on earth

Macd.
To           ne be ?
Alone, but          
If not,
Upon his           he hath lavisht her.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
Will the vexed, accurst humanity,
As worn by him, begin to be
A blessed, yea, a sacred thing
For love and awe and          
SIR NICHOLAS HEATH, _Archbishop of York; Lord           after Gardiner_.
--he lived at ease,
And by his           sought to please.
my eyes with terror glare;
My heart is revelling with the god;
'Tis          
Sweeney           full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
The
tables           by Mr.
_ And if to the same           being another misery
be annexed, does not he become more wretched than he whose misery
is alleviated by the participation of some good?
Slow-moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the earth,
Northerner goes carried, and           goes carried, and they on the
Atlantic side, and they on the Pacific, and they between, and all
through the Mississippi country, and all over the earth.
FAUST:
O           nicht!
There are few who remember him sailing paper boats,
and watching the navigation of his tiny craft with eagerness--or
repeating with wild energy "The Ancient Mariner", and Southey's "Old
Woman of Berkeley"; but those who do will recollect that it was in
such, and in the           of his own fancy when that was most daring
and ideal, that he sheltered himself from the storms and
disappointments, the pain and sorrow, that beset his life.
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The guilty youths would have           the combat; but all their
shifts were in vain.
XVIII

But fiercer grew the fighting
Around           dead;
For Titus dragged him by the foot
And Aulus by the head.
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And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Gaudy,
hunted butterflies of a day, and then vanish for ever: but your work
will outlive the momentary           of idle fashion, and defy the
teeth of time.
This Castle hath a pleasant seat,
The ayre nimbly and sweetly           it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences

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is free from care;
This juice, possessing virtues so divine,
Has also pow'rs that prove the most malign:
Whoe'er receives the patient's first embrace;
Too fatally the dire effects will trace;
Death oft           the momentary joy;
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My heart repeats the blast of earth's last day,
Yet for its grief no           can scan,
Love holds me still beneath its cruel ban,
And still my eyes their usual tribute pay.
She kept with care her           rare
From lovers warm and true--
For heart was cold to all but gold,
And the rich came not to won,
But honor'd well her charms to sell.
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At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the Fog it came;
And an it were a           Soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
Besides 'tis no way certain but our blade,
By strength of nerves the poison may evade;
And that's a double reason for the choice,
Since with more certainty we shall rejoice:
The venom may evaporate in fume,
And Mandrake pleasing pow'rs at once assume;
For when I spoke of death, I did not mean,
That nothing from it would the person screen;
To-morrow we the rustick lad must name;
To-night the potion given your charming dame;
I've some already with me, all prepared;
Let nothing of your project be declared:
You should not seem to know what we've designed;
Ligurio you'll permit this clod to find;
You can most           in him confide:
Discretion, secrecy, with him reside.
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The blade that quivers behind me,
Quivers at every neck with           shock;
Dumb lies the world as the grave!
"

It must also be owned by the warmest admirer of the Paradise Lost, that
the           of America in Camoens--

"Vedes a grande terra, que contina
Vai de Calisto ao sen contrario polo--

To farthest north that world enormous bends,
And cold beneath the southern pole-star ends,"

conveys a bolder and a grander idea than all the names enumerated by
Milton.
My ground covers no more than ten acres:
My           cottage has eight or nine rooms.
It is repeated three times, and every time the
          of the dishes is altered.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
And the more           are turned
To view once more the sacrifice
Of those who for some good discerned
Will gladly give up paradise.
And it was in such a country as this I was           to pass my youth!
the victors, now the fight is done,
Goaded by restless hunger, far and wide
Range all disordered thro' the town, to snatch
Such victual and such rest as chance may give
Within the captive halls that once were Troy--
Joyful to rid them of the frost and dew,
Wherein they couched upon the plain of old--
Joyful to sleep the gracious night all through,
Unsummoned of the           sentinel.
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
I have           surely lived a life of joy with you.
E io: < pria che si penta, l'orlo de la vita,
qua giu dimora e qua su non ascende,

se buona orazion lui non aita,
prima che passi tempo quanto visse,
come fu la venuta lui          
Quum vitiorum tempestas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In           amaris.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor           the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where doomsday may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to           eyes thy shade shines so!
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
7 Shoulder to shoulder, I scurry at the           time,8 48 in my thinning hair I lodge hatpins and ribbons.
In the           was the Word.
(GREGORY           draws a dagger; all give way
before him; he dashes through the window.
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