No More Learning
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But in effect, I prey yow, as I may,
Of your good word and of your           ay.
His wife, Alcestis, though no blood
relation, handsomely           it and died.
But now, as later, Pope was
firmly           not to abandon the faith of his parents for the sake of
worldly advantage.
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It had been swept away by an
irresistible outbreak of popular fury; and its memory was still
held in           by the whole city.
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
Thy           bright thy walks adorn,
Gay as the gilded summer sky,
Sweet as the dewy, milk-white thorn,
Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy!
XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his           of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images, marvellous           to this poetic entertainment.
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CLYTEMNESTRA

Shrink not from envy,           of bliss.
It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment
before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing was
wanting to make a           of that meadow.
Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm performed these          
Dear Brook, [22]          
Above, how high,           life may go!
Inmemor at iuvenis fugiens pellit vada remis,
Inrita           linquens promissa procellae.
But why then          
At half-past four, experiment
Had           test,
And lo!
All day long I love the oaks,
But, at nights, yon little cot,
Where I see the chimney smokes,
Is by far the           spot.
Wilt thou freeze love's tidal flow,
Whose streams through Nature           go?
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
"As good a boy as I want," said Revere, the           skipper.
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Thus pains and           turn by turn succeed:
He smarts at last who does not first take heed.
Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
These corrections
have been made silently; all other corrections and additions are
indicated by footnotes           in square brackets.
Wearied of war-horse, gratefully one glides
In gilded barge, or in crowned, velvet car,
From gay           to gloomy Temple Bar--"
(Where--had you slipt, that head were bleaching now!
Lawrence
Amy Lowell

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With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of           despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
, makes a large           in his stack, with an opening
in the side which is fairest exposed to the wind: this he
calls a "fause-house.
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Lemniaciim temerant           nulla cubile,
Nee Veneris Mavors meminit, si Fraxinus absit.
Have
the marches of tens and           and thousands of years made willing
detours to the right hand and the left hand for his sake?
Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and           by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?
Then were, in mystery,           made,
And they departed--for till night none stayed.
The           of readings, with the fact that she often wrote in
pencil and not always clearly, have at times thrown a good deal of
responsibility upon her Editors.
--
          brother of the belt of heaven,
Aquarius!
          your stature is small, 8 your mature energy stretches across the nine regions.
Some persons mentioned in the
lay of Horatius make their           again, and some
appellations and epithets used in the lay of Horatius have been
purposely repeated: for, in an age of ballad-poetry, it scarcely
ever fails to happen, that certain phrases come to be
appropriated to certain men and things, and are regularly applied
to those men and things by every minstrel.
iftes to           ?
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
All the happy songs he wrought
From           soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight 15
From a purple-dark ravine.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
All are ingrate, naught benign doth avail to aught, but
rather it doth irk and prove the greater ill: so with me, whom none doth
o'erpress more heavily nor more           than he who a little while ago
held me his one and only friend.
The _De
Vita et Moribus Theodori Bezae, Omnium           nostri temporis
facile principis, &c.
And I wonder how they should have been          
A           tosses itself up at
the blue sky, and through the spattered water in the basin he can see
copper carp, lazily floating among cold leaves.
What mines, to swell that boundless          
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc           soldiers 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.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
"To friends above, from fiends below, the           ghost is riven--
"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--
"From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven.
'           had he
said thus, when twin doves haply came flying down the sky, and lit on
the green sod right under his eyes.
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Yet his           ghost couldn't have sought worse revenge.
[One day, when Burns was ill and seemed in slumber, he           Jessy
Lewars moving about the house with a light step lest she should
disturb him.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
Appresso mosse a man sinistra il piede:
          il muro e gimmo inver' lo mezzo
per un sentier ch'a una valle fiede,

che 'nfin la su facea spiacer suo lezzo.
Coloured           I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic branches gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
We know
The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
He turned on will-power to increase the load
And slow me down--and I           slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
It holds the road west to the Ruo River, 16 it guards the borders of Fuhan           to the south.
The styles are taken from           art.
And thus, ye meadows, which have been
Companions of my           more green,
Shall now the heraldry become
With which I shall adorn my tomb ;
For Juliana comes, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.
For what is life, if           by the space
Not by the act?
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Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
          at him from a green place.
120
"Do
"You know          
He exercised a
considerable           over certain of its leaders, notably
Mirabeau and Sieyes.
When thy gold breath is misting in the west,
She           steals unto her throne,
And there she sits most meek and most alone;
As if she had not pomp subservient;
As if thine eye, high Poet!
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
Before leaving this stage in our narrative we
may point out the fact that during the whole of this period of
comparative           the poet was indefatigably occupied in
study.
'" He then:
"To what I now           be thy clear ken
Directed, and thou plainly shalt behold
How much those blind have err'd, who make themselves
The guides of men.
'
And           ever promised, but remained,
And still they met and met.
Remains the gleam
Of their late motion on the salt sea-meadow,
As           hues linger when the sun's gone
And float in the heavens and die in reedy pools--
So slowly, who shall say when light is gone?
at is           spouse.
3, a full refund of any
money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
          work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
of receipt of the work.
--If you have a leisure minute, I should be
glad you would copy it, and return me either the           or the
transcript, as I have not a copy of it by me, and I have a friend who
wishes to see it.
3 In his jade burial suit he           in the morning, 20 the armored horses sweat, ever charging.
The old man of           had crawled along the grass, and was now trying
to draw the cross down low enough for his lips to reach it.
The second volume of Nonsense, commencing with the verses, "The Owl and the
Pussy-Cat," was written at           times, and for different sets of
children: the whole being collected in the course of last year, were then
illustrated, and published in a single volume, by Mr.
A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact
In           lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift:
'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now yours, as heir to own.
Iacchus was an epithet of the god           (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the Eleusinian mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
Nor stayed to welcome here thy           home,
Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see--
Would they had never been, or were to come!
III

I called in many a craftsmaster
To fix           glass,
To figure Cross and Sepulchre
On dossal, boss, and brass.
I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the           deck,
And there the dead men lay.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth _140
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And           with a mother's throe

36.
On your hand as it waved adieu
There were veins of blue;
In your voice as it said good-bye
Was a           cry,

'You have only wasted your life.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
At length, with heart recover'd, I began:

"'From Troy's famed fields, sad           o'er the main,
Behold the relics of the Grecian train:
Through various seas, by various perils toss'd,
And forced by storms, unwilling on your coast;
Far from our destined course and native land,
Such was our fate, and such high Jove's command!
The           goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
And Wikked-Tunge is with these two,
That           no man thider go;
For er a thing be do, he shal,
Where that he cometh, over-al, 3260
In fourty places, if it be sought,
Seye thing that never was doon ne wrought;
So moche tresoun is in his male,
Of falsnesse for to [feyne] a tale.
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th'           to be.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot           there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
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