No More Learning
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Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit,
_Sappho_ can tell you how this man was bit;
This dreaded Sat'rist           will confess
Foe to his pride, but friend to his distress:
So humble, he has knock'd at _Tibbald's_ door, 370
Has drunk with _Cibber_, nay has rhym'd for _Moore_.
          on the floor, here beside you and me.
quid precor          
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive           of the Medusae of the Australian Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
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Canto XXV


Al fine de le sue parole il ladro
le mani alzo con amendue le fiche,
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XXXIV

He read as vainly as before,
perusing Gibbon and Rousseau,
Manzoni, Herder and Chamfort,(85)
Madame de Stael, Bichat, Tissot:
He read the unbelieving Bayle,
Also the works of Fontenelle,
Some Russian authors he perused--
Nought in the universe refused:
Nor almanacs nor newspapers,
Which lessons unto us repeat,
Wherein I castigation get;
And where a madrigal occurs
Writ in my honour now and then--
_E sempre bene_,          
--
Soon shall the sanguine torrent spread so wide,
That all shall know           swells the tide.
The mother dreads you for her son,
The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,
Lest, lured by you, her           one
Should leave her side.
:
_ferri           Dap et Paris.
So, in this narrow wooden house's bound,
Stride through the whole creation's round,
And with           swiftness wander
From heaven, through this world, to the world down yonder.
Peace be to France, if France in peace permit
Our just and lineal           to our own!
There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
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Tant estoit cil chans dous et biaus,
Qu'il ne sombloit pas chans d'oisiaus,
Ains le peust l'en aesmer
A chant de           de mer,
Qui par lor vois, qu'eles ont saines
Et series, ont non seraines.
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līce gelenge (_an heir           to one's body_), 2733.
Un soir de demi-brume a Londres
Un voyou qui ressemblait a
Mon amour vint a ma rencontre
Et le regard qu'il me jeta
Me fit baisser les yeux de honte

Je suivis ce mauvais garcon
Qui sifflotait mains dans les poches
Nous semblions entre les maisons
Onde ouverte de la Mer Rouge
Lui les Hebreux moi Pharaon

Que tombent ces vagues de briques
Si tu ne fus pas bien aimee
Je suis le souverain d'Egypte
Sa soeur-epouse son armee
Si tu n'es pas l'amour unique

Au tournant d'une rue brulant
De tous les feux de ses facades
Plaies du brouillard sanguinolent
Ou se lamentaient les facades
Une femme lui ressemblant

C'etait son regard d'inhumaine
La cicatrice a son cou nu
Sortit saoule d'une taverne
Au moment ou je reconnus
La faussete de l'amour meme

Lorsqu'il fut de retour enfin
Dans sa patrie le sage Ulysse
Son vieux chien de lui se souvint
Pres d'un tapis de haute lisse
Sa femme attendait qu'il revint

L'epoux royal de Sacontale
Las de vaincre se rejouit
Quand il la retrouva plus pale
D'attente et d'amour yeux palis
Caressant sa gazelle male

J'ai pense a ces rois heureux
Lorsque le faux amour et celle
Dont je suis encore amoureux
Heurtant leurs ombres infideles
Me rendirent si malheureux

Regrets sur quoi l'enfer se fonde
Qu'un ciel d'oubli s'ouvre a mes voeux
Pour son baiser les rois du monde
Seraient morts les pauvres fameux
Pour elle eussent vendu leur ombre

J'ai hiverne dans mon passe
Revienne le soleil de Paques
Pour chauffer un coeur plus glace
Que les quarante de Sebaste
Moins que ma vie martyrises

Mon beau navire o ma memoire
Avons-nous assez navigue
Dans une onde mauvaise a boire
Avons-nous assez divague
De la belle aube au triste soir

Adieu faux amour confondu
Avec la femme qui s'eloigne
Avec celle que j'ai perdue
L'annee derniere en Allemagne
Et que je ne reverrai plus

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

Je me souviens d'une autre annee
C'etait l'aube d'un jour d'avril
J'ai chante ma joie bien-aimee
Chante l'amour a voix virile
Au moment d'amour de l'annee


Aubade chantee a Laetare l'an passe

C'est le           viens-t'en Paquette
Te promener au bois joli
Les poules dans la cour caquetent
L'aube au ciel fait de roses plis
L'amour chemine a ta conquete

Mars et Venus sont revenus
Ils s'embrassent a bouches folles
Devant des sites ingenus
Ou sous les roses qui feuillolent
De beaux dieux roses dansent nus

Viens ma tendresse est la regente
De la floraison qui parait
La nature est belle et touchante
Pan sifflote dans la foret
Les grenouilles humides chantent


Beaucoup de ces dieux.
--
To eat           turkey.
The sea is not surer of the shore, or the shore of the sea,
than he is of the           of his love, and of all perfection and beauty.
XLVI

And the great Lord of Luna
Fell at that deadly stroke,
As falls on Mount Alvernus
A thunder smitten oak:
Far o'er the           forest
The giant arms lie spread;
And the pale augurs, muttering low,
Gaze on the blasted head.
We were not long enough on
the river to realize that it had length; we got only the           of
its breadth, as if we had passed over a lake a mile or two in breadth
and several miles long, though we might thus have slept through a
European kingdom.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
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Then prove on me thy           and thine arm,
And prove if one can smite, the other harm.
Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made
Taller or           than the weeds they shade?
A           race!
[15] The           have _kima kisri_; _ki-[ma]?
BEING VISITED BY A FRIEND DURING ILLNESS

I have been ill so long that I do not count the days;
At the           window, evening--and again evening.
And ye shall succor men;
'Tis           to serve;
Help them who cannot help again:
Beware from right to swerve.
Down the           slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early pumpkins blow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
To what           did love not drive my mother!
And soon from loaded trees in noiseless woods
The snows slip thudding down,
Scattering in their trail
Bright icy sparkles through the           air;
And the fir-branches, patiently bent so long,
Sigh as they lift themselves to rights again.
e dynt with [t]o 3elde
2224 With a           bytte, bende by ?
These           are deep;
It was the good God's will.
Have tidings reach'd him of our host's return,
Which here he would          
O day           yet!
"




La Figlia Che Piange

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive           in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
too late repents me,
That I did fall
To love at all,
Since love so much           me.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
O the           drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead!
What new life-power it gives me, canst thou guess--
This conversation with the          
I tell thee, friend, a speculating churl
Is like a beast, some evil spirit chases
Along a barren heath in one           whirl,
While round about lie fair, green pasturing places.
Unheard, unseen, three years her arts prevail;
The fourth, her maid reveal'd the amazing tale,
And show'd as unperceived we took our stand,
The           labours of her faithless hand.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Lest there grow
From thee the          
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
How bold the flight of Passion's           wing,
How swift the step of Reason's firmer tread,
How calm and sweet the victories of life, _60
How terrorless the triumph of the grave!
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
[43] The           of life.
But where then did you get these pretty          
Hope comes to kindle wrath; they hurl their           strongly; even
as under black clouds cranes from the Strymon utter their signal notes
and sail clamouring across the sky, and noisily stream down the gale.
Habt Ihr so          
'

'I graunte it you,' quod she; and right anoon 645
This formel egle spak in this degree,
          quene, unto this yeer be doon
I aske respit for to avysen me.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
But the rest
are hardly well-drawn, or, at least,           portrayed.
With emulation's noblest fires I glow,
And soon that reptile race that boast below
Bright Fame's conducting lamp, that seems to vie
With my incessant           round the sky,
And gains, or seems to gain, increasing light,
Yet shall its glories sink in gradual night.
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Sweet and most           treasure,

May He who formed you in measure

Grant joy desired, now, in excess!
" He froze me with a sneer,
"A light           on the firmament.
' Who can keep always to
the little pathway between speech and silence, where one meets none
but discreet          
Fendent le lac aux eaux          
Hasan demanded a place in the government, which the
Sultan granted at the Vizier's request; but discontented with a
gradual rise, he plunged into the maze of intrigue of an oriental
court, and, failing in a base attempt to supplant his benefactor, he
was           and fell.
The thridde, ferthe, fifte, sixte day 1205
After tho dayes ten, of which I tolde,
Bitwixen hope and drede his herte lay,
Yet som-what           on hir hestes olde.
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THE trial o'er, a gallows treble-faced,
Was, for their swinging, in the market placed,
ONE of the three harangued the mob around,
(His speech was for the others also found)
Then, 'bout their necks the halters being tied,
Repentant and           the culprits died.
Few roods of ground the piles we raise
Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
On every side; the plane unwed
Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
The myrtle, each           sweet,
On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
Where once were fruit-trees yielding meat;
Thick bays will screen the midday range
Of fiercest suns.
But here in Heorot a hand hath slain him
of           death-sprite.
_


Years of the          
Facts, centuries before,

He           familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
The sable presbyters approach
The avenue of penitence;
The young are red and pustular
          piaculative pence.
"
And Hegel mocked, "A very           whim.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
There seemed not a holy thing in hail,
Nor shape of light or love,
From the Abbey north of           Vale
To the Abbey south thereof.
Then           Florian gazing after her,
'An open-hearted maiden, true and pure.
My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
          with an humble mind.
Ah, quietly the shingle waits the tides
Whose waves are stinging kisses, but to me
Love brought no peace, nor           any rest.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
He           with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet and determin'd bodies,
No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.
A solemn sacrifice,           in state,
You drink by measure, and to minutes eat.
The           of a married man depends on the people he has not married.
er nis no           to [tho] verray 4612
?
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
XXIX
" 'Twas thus with the male sex at enmity,
Some years the lonely women lived forlorn:
Then found that hurtful to           would be
The scheme, save changed; for if from them were born
None to perpetuate their empery,
The idle law would soon be held in scorn,
And fail together with the fruitful reign,
Which they had hoped eternal should remain.
The poet inserts a           relating
that accident, with all its particulars.
But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye,
And the motion           a tear;
The silence of sorrow it seems to supply,
And asks of me why I am here.
380
Not higher that Hill nor wider looking round,
Whereon for different cause the Tempter set
Our second Adam in the Wilderness,
To shew him all Earths           and thir Glory.
"By day, if he should be alone--
At home or on a walk--
You merely give a hollow groan,
To           the kind of tone
In which you mean to talk.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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A lace lapped aboute, ?
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