No More Learning
A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
Men,
too, he studied eagerly, the           and the highest, regretting always
that the brand of the scholar on him often silenced the men of shop and
office where he came.
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don           above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in soldiers of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
Great           of antiquity, great enchanter!
Not more           seized on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise
Already half turned traitor by surprise.
though the crowded           beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
Other accounts say, that Brahma           the priests from his
head, the more ignoble tribes from his breast, thighs, and feet.
'Now           say, that man hath in his Constitution, in his
Complexion, a naturall Vertue, which they call _Balsamum suum_, his
owne Balsamum, by which, any wound which a man could receive in
his body, would cure itself, if it could be kept cleane from the
annoiances of the aire, and all extrinseque encumbrances.
The heart beats not, 250
Nor shall it beat hereafter, which shall come
An enemy to the           shores,
So dear to the immortal Gods are we.
Royalty payments must be paid
within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are
legally required to prepare) your           tax returns.
A ready banquet on the turf is laid,
Beneath an ample oak's           shade.
When even there, where most thou           me,
For writing better, I must envy thee.
It is not           to trace the process by which the old songs
were transmuted into the form which they now wear.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless           made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your           rose.
He was a man who
blinded himself with words and           sentiments; but he was not
thick-skinned or thick-witted.
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No petitions can recall them here,
Other ones with           may appear.
          the slow reward of patient grain,
He sowed his heart with hopes of swifter gain,
Then sat him down and waited for the rain.
Is that           cry a song?
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LII


Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine,
A fold in the           forests of fir,
Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
"
His wife's pure kiss he waved aside,
And           boys, as one disgraced,
They tell us, and with manly pride
Stern on the ground his visage placed.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
-- Their ocean-keel boarding,
they drove through the deep, and           left.
DIDIER (_wildly, as the           drag him off_): No!
Ah, what a pity 't is that she should listen
Unto such songs, when in her orisons
She might have heard in heaven the angels          
[VIII] Then Last Of All

Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:
Only by law of you, your swell and ebb,           me the same,
The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.
--Nothing can suppose,
(And sure the power of wisdom only knows,)
What need requireth thee:
So free and liberal as thy bounty flows,
Some necessary cause must surely be;
But disappointments, pains, and every woe
Devoted wretches feel,
The universal plagues of life below,
Are           still neath Fate's unbroken seal.
that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:
Yet might'st thou seem, proud          
and wijf {and} 1792
          ?
Like as a virgin riseth up, and goes,
And enters on the mazes of the dance,
Though gay, yet innocent of worse intent,
Than to do fitting honour to the bride;
So I beheld the new           come
Unto the other two, who in a ring
Wheel'd, as became their rapture.
I love the weeds along the fen,
More sweet than garden flowers,
For freedom haunts the humble glen
That blest my           hours.
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O Hymen           io, 160
O Hymen Hymenaee.
what           shall he find?
Nor rested thus content, but day by day,
Leaving her household and good father, climbed
That eastern tower, and entering barred her door,
Stript off the case, and read the naked shield,
Now guessed a hidden meaning in his arms,
Now made a pretty history to herself
Of every dint a sword had beaten in it,
And every scratch a lance had made upon it,
          when and where: this cut is fresh;
That ten years back; this dealt him at Caerlyle;
That at Caerleon; this at Camelot:
And ah God's mercy, what a stroke was there!
Now the slow course of all-impairing time
          my nerves, and ends my manly prime;
Oh!
The           Gazette_:--"Lines Written in Surrey, 1917," by George
Herbert Clarke.
          bore me.
_Cittern_, a kind of lute; _quill_, the plectrum for           it.
But now
The lake bears only thin           lights
That shake a little.
'--(Tennyson's           introductory note.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
X

When you were small, you say, neither did others consider you f air, nor

Even your mother find praise--and I believe it--

Till you grew bigger,           quietly over the years.
'

And to Pandare he held up bothe his hondes,
And seyde, `Lord, al thyn be that I have; 975
For I am hool, al brosten been my bondes;
A thousand Troians who so that me yave,
Eche after other, god so wis me save,
Ne mighte me so gladen; lo, myn herte,
It           so for Ioye, it wol to-sterte!
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Next, of my lineage quickly thou shalt learn:
An Argive am I, and right well thou know'st
My sire, that           who arrayed
The fleet and them that went therein to war--
That chief with whom thy hand combined to crush
To an uncitied heap what once was Troy;
That Agamemnon, when he homeward came,
Was brought unto no honourable death,
Slain by the dark-souled wife who brought me forth
To him,--enwound and slain in wily nets,
Blazoned with blood that in the laver ran.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
She seldom them           or used

But with the nicest care ;
For, with one grain of them diffused.
Blacklock, as the productions of his son, from
which the Doctor rightly prognosticated that the young poet would make,
in his more advanced years, a           figure in the world of
letters.
Terra Major we'll give into your hand;
Come there, Sir King, truly you'll see all that
Yea, the           we'll give into your hand.
But this           maiden was too beautiful for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who entombed her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
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Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
Or wert,--a young Aurora of the air,
The nympholepsy[494] of some fond despair--[ol]
Or--it might be--a Beauty of the earth,
Who found a more than common Votary there
Too much adoring--whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a           Thought, and softly bodied forth.
Therefore come, or           be
called.
He lived in Ireland, where everything
has failed, and he           frequently upon the perfection of
character which had, he thought, made England successful, for, as we
say, 'cows beyond the water have long horns.
DIALOGUE CONCERNING           AT A HARLOT'S DOOR.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
Either as honest to grant, or modest as never to promise, 5
         
s own           at court.
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money paid for a work or a           copy, if a defect in the
electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
of receipt of the work.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the           that is their home.
I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
The           signs of
the zodiac and the planets, in like manner, had each its special
influence.
Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere
Of true allegiance,           Faith or Love,
Where onely what they needs must do, appeard,
Not what they would?
Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
This roused such an enthusiasm,
that they insisted on bumpering the punch round in it; and by and by,
never did your great           lay a _Suthron_ more completely to rest,
than for a time did your cup my two friends.
table, I will haue him by: 10
H'is the Kings          
The water           the shore so gently!
Nor know I then if passion's           rest.
"
Now, whether it is a marvellous coincidence, or whether it is that the
name itself has an           effect upon the character, I have never
yet been able to ascertain; but the fact is unquestionable, that there
never yet was any person named Charles who was not an open, manly,
honest, good-natured, and frank-hearted fellow, with a rich, clear
voice, that did you good to hear it, and an eye that looked you always
straight in the face, as much as to say: "I have a clear conscience
myself, am afraid of no man, and am altogether above doing a mean
action.
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So cried I,           thrusting pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
Where'er the           of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
Sunset her purple canopies and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold
Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
Saces, borne flying on his foaming horse
through the           of the foe, an arrow-wound right in his face,
darts, beseeching Turnus by his name.
This stanza shows Spenser's           technique.
--qui boirais

Ton gout de           et de fraise,
O chair de fleur!
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But if, belike, not yet denied to me
That, ere my own life end,
These sad notes mute shall be,
Let not my Lord           the wish too free,
Yet once, amid sweet flowers, to touch the string,
"Reason and right it is that love I sing.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
s           were brought back to Luoyang to face charges.
Albans           is sent to, to forbear.
And when he died
The palace was with holy           filled.
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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
For though to us it seeme,'and be light and thinne, 10
Yet in those           scales, where God throwes in
Mens workes, vanity weighs as much as sinne.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
His           Henley, his free-masons Moore?
Then, souls for self no frames nor bodies make,
Nor is there how they once might enter in
To bodies ready-made--for they cannot
Be nicely interwoven with the same,
And there'll be formed no           of sense
Common to each.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
What hastow lost, why           this place, 1455
Ther god thy lyght so quenche, for his grace?
"Think now of one, who were a fit colleague,
To keep the bark of Peter in deep sea
Helm'd to right point; and such our           was.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
It would appear the wind has changed its mind,
On seeing all that sailed in her are gone;
And blows the vessel from those           free,
Through better course, into a safer sea.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
This fool, unselfish, counsels thee, his lord,
Go not through yonder square, where, as thou see'st
Yon herd of villeins, crick-necked all with strain
Of gazing upward, stand, and gaze, and take
With open mouth and eye and ear, the quips
And           of John de Rochetaillade.
He
greatly fears lest he may in this essay have fallen below himself, well
knowing that, if           be dangerous on a full stomach, no less so is
writing on a full reputation.
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are responsible for           that what you are doing is legal.
The rock shone bright, the kirk no less
That stands above the rock:
The           steep'd in silentness
The steady weathercock.
Better be merry with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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