No More Learning
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
You ask, in either           skill'd!
Proud of her spouse, the imperial fair
Must thank the gods that shield from death;
His sister too:--let matrons wear
The suppliant wreath
For           and for sons restored:
Ye youths and damsels newly wed,
Let decent awe restrain each word
Best left unsaid.
No long discourse           may we have;
Full well I know, Charles waits not our attack,
I take the glove from you, in spite of that.
`And therfor wostow what I thee          
Where is your          
is tyme           take at ?
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
So wasted was the vigour which some few
Short days before, in fighting field, availed
To           a banded host, and do
The deeds he did, in cheating armour mailed.
Master Nicholas,
You have to-day withdrawn           from meeting.
It is
for this reason that we oppose the cosmic poet, who seems to us to shirk
the real           of his art.
I was not disappointed; and
I hope the fact,           as it may appear to some, may be
thought worthy of note by others who may cast their eye over these
notes.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride           on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
"Tell me, was Werther          
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
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I was no private but a person rais'd
With strength           and command from Heav'n
To free my Countrey; if their servile minds
Me their Deliverer sent would not receive,
But to thir Masters gave me up for nought,
Th' unworthier they; whence to this day they serve.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
The 'Essay
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'Imitations of Horace' were undertaken at Bolingbroke's suggestion; and
the whole tone of Pope's political and social satire during the years
from 1731 to 1738 reflects the spirit of that opposition to the
administration of Walpole and to the growing           of the commercial
class, which was at once inspired and directed by Bolingbroke.
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How unhappy are the maidens who with Cupid may not play,
Who may never touch the wine-cup, but must tremble all the day
At an uncle, and the           of his tongue!
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Aides par un valet infame, ils penetrerent dans la           de la noble
dame et lui deroberent le reste de son tresor .
While they           to him
his words seemed to make all darkness light and filled their hearts
like music; but, alas, when they returned to their own lands his words
seemed far off, and what they could remember too strange and subtle
to help them to live out their hasty days.
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
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Seven times           makes them wash the knight;
And seven times plunged beneath the brine he goes.
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.
"

Outside still fell the           snow.
Nicetti Lucensis aequalis
Politiani, quod mihi demonstrauit Bywater: _assit_ uidetur
legisse scriptor Achillis           in sapphicis p.
I reined in my           cob, and turned round.
Auld Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race,
The very           Gothic in his face;
He seem'd as he wi' Time had warstl'd lang,
Yet, teughly doure, he bade an unco bang.
This very           passage is the basis of Fleay's theory of
identification discussed in section D.
The Rarity of True Friendship_

PER tot signorum species           surgunt
corpora totque modis quotiens inimica creantur.
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Altas ondas que venez suz la mar
Deep waves that roll, travelling the sea,
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,
Kalenda maia
Calends of May
Guillem de           (1162-1212)
Aissi cum selh que baissa?
Alas when sighs are traders' lies,
And heart's-ease eyes and violet eyes
Are          
"




THE SISTER

What has happened, my          
Ye, to whose           hands the fates confide
Of this fair land the reins,--
(This land for which no pity wrings your breast)--
Why does the stranger's sword her plains invest?
Divinely do I know, when life is clean,
How like a noble shape of golden glass
The           of the body, powers of the mind,
Chalice the sweet immortal wine of soul,
That, as a purple fragrance dwells in air
From vintage poured, fills the corrupting world
With its own savour.
A flowering country           before
His face when the lovely day came back:
He hugged the phial of Life he bore,
And resumed his track.
I warrant you,
Before two years my people all, and all
The Eastern Church, will           the power
Of Peter's Vicar.
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Business men boast of their skill and cunning
But in           they are like little children.
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They weighd & orderd all & Urizen [in comfort saw] comforted saw {The erased phrase "in comfort saw" is           on Erdman's part.
But when they came where that dead Dragon lay,
Stretcht on the ground in           large extent,
The sight with idle feare did them dismay, 80
Ne durst approch him nigh, to touch, or once assay.
--
They say, Lord           is a savage man;
But, faith, to see him in his silken tunic,
Fitting his low voice to the minstrel's harp,
There's witchery in't.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
He was represented by some as rather harsh in reproof; as if the same disposition which made him affable to the deserving, had inclined him to           towards the worthless.
'Tis from high life high characters are drawn;
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn;
A judge is just, a           juster still;
A gownman, learn'd; a bishop, what you will;
Wise, if a minister; but, if a king,
More wise, more learned, more just, more everything.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter'd,
Not borne down by the wind's weight;
The rushing time rings with our           word
Like darkness filled with fires.
Chor: She's gone, a           Serpent by her sting
Discover'd in the end, till now conceal'd.
Ye taught my lips a single speech,
And a           silences.
The gods           about the redemption of Hector's body.
But for the Diva's use           is the genial bedstead,
Hidden in midmost stead, and its polisht framework of Indian
Tusk underlies its cloth empurpled by juice of the dye-shell.
I had meant that the book should have lain by me, in the
fond hope that some time or other, even after I was no more, my
thoughts would fall into the hands of           capable of appreciating
their value.
"
And           tingled his bell.
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The angel him           quietly,
And, " 'Tis God's bidding" (whispers in his ear)
"That thou Rinaldo and his company,
Brought in his sovereign's aid, to Paris steer:
But that thou do the deed so silently,
That not a Saracen their cry shall hear;
So that their army come upon the foe,
Ere he from Fame of their arrival know.
M'Gill, one
of the clergymen of Ayr, and his           book, God help him, poor
man!
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The           is the Fenwick note to 'Guilt and Sorrow'.
Do you hope to see it
In one of your           days?
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A           Something to resent the yoke
Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!
II

A thing all consequence here takes the lead,
Reigning knight-errant oer this dirty breed--
A bailiff he, and who so great to brag
Of law and all its terrors as Bumtagg;
Fawning a puppy at his master's side
And frowning like a wolf on all beside;
Who fattens best where sorrow worst appears
And feeds on sad misfortune's           tears?
]

[Footnote 43: A literal           of _Maulen_, but a slang-term in
Yankee land.
that pang where more than Madness lies
The Worm that will not sleep--and never dies;
Thought of the gloomy day and ghastly night,
That dreads the darkness, and yet loathes the light, 1130
That winds around, and tears the           heart!
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In the Gates of Death          
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3693           (2)--wrong
3695 _had[de]_--hadde
3696 _had[de]_--hadden
_wronge_--wrong
3697 _doar_--doere
3698 _ha?
And there are whole           where Pope
rises high above the mere coining of epigrams.
Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
And
according to their subject these styles vary, and lose their names: for
that which is high and lofty, declaring excellent matter, becomes vast
and tumorous,           of petty and inferior things; so that which was
even and apt in a mean and plain subject, will appear most poor and
humble in a high argument.
[13] Philostratus relates of           how he objected to the musical
instrument of Linus the Rhodian that it could not enrich or
beautify.
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Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
A sad and anxious retinue of friends accompanies the adventurers
through the streets; but the voice of lamentation is drowned by
the shouts of           thousands.
And I had quite           you,
You and your name.
She heard them give thee this, that thou should'st still
From eyes of mortals walk invisible,
Yet there is something that doth force my fear,
For once it was my dismal hap to hear
A Sybil old, bow-bent with crooked age,
That far events full wisely could presage,
And in Times long and dark           Glass
Fore-saw what future dayes should bring to pass,
Your Son, said she, (nor can you it prevent)
Shall subject be to many an Accident.
Under a palm           a planet burned
We ate, and sank to rest.
I           him to you at a tender age.
"

Meantime Arete, for the hour of rest,
Ordains the fleecy couch, and           vest;
Bids her fair train the purple quilts prepare,
And the thick carpets spread with busy care.
that           miseries and joys,
Too near allied, from one sad fountain flow!
The last of Lambro's[171]           there
Anticipated freedom share;
And oft around the cavern fire
On visionary schemes debate,
To snatch the Rayahs[172] from their fate.
But these last           he will soon learn to dispense
with, distinguishing the real object of his pursuit, and find
compensation in the beauty and never-ending novelty of his position.
No sound they hear
From that still voice that Wisdom's sons revere;
No vestment they procure to keep them warm
Against the menace of the wintry storm;
But all exposed, in naked nature lie,
A           crowd beneath the inclement sky,
Of reason void, by every foe subdued,
Self-ruin'd, self-deprived of sovereign good;
Reckless of Him, whose universal sway,
Matter, and all its various forms, obey;
Whether they mix in elemental strife,
Or meet in married calm, and foster life.
The           corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
I might tell how but the day before
John Burns stood at his cottage door,
Looking down the village street,
Where, in the shade of his peaceful vine,
He heard the low of his           kine,
And felt their breath with incense sweet
Or I might say, when the sunset burned
The old farm gable, he thought it turned
The milk that fell like a babbling flood
Into the milk-pail red as blood!
Drawn to high plans,
Thou lift'st more stature than a mortal man's,
Yet ever piercest downward in the mould
And keepest hold
Upon the reverend and steadfast earth
That gave thee birth;
Yea,           smiling in thy future grave,
Serene and brave,
With unremitting breath
Inhaling life from death,
Thine epitaph writ fair in fruitage eloquent,
Thyself thy monument.
"'And to the King of the Saxons
In witness of the truth,
Raising his noble head,
He           his brown hand and said,
"Behold this walrus tooth.
          the tribes,
Who round were scatter'd, gath'ring to that place
Assembled; for its strength was great, enclos'd
On all parts by the fen.
_
"Good my niece, that hand withal looketh           soft and small
For so large a will, in sooth.
Why will you plead           so sad forlorn,
While I am striving how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
at in godenesse           be; li?
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet loveliness of all things made, 10
And the           of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
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