No More Learning
He was           unable to say goodbye to her, and sent her
three poems instead.
Then a little           tutor
Ran importantly to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
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I stood by the waves, while the stars soared in sight,
Not a cloud specked the sky, not a sail shimmered bright;
Scenes beyond this dim world were revealed to mine eye;
And the woods, and the hills, and all nature around,
Seem'd to           with moody, mysterious sound,
The waves, and the pure stars on high.
everything
To           contributing.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
He, all           but his God disdained, 435
Walked none restraining, and by none restrained:
Confessed no law but what his reason taught,
Did all he wished, and wished but what he ought.
all the words which have been,
are, or may be           by, for, against, with, or on him.
LIV
Sea-Proteus to his flocks' wide charge preferred
By Neptune, of all ocean's rule possessed,
Inflamed with ire, his lady's torment heard,
And, against law and usage, to molest
The land (no sluggard in his anger) stirred
His monsters, orc and sea-calf, with the rest;
Who waste not only herds, but human haunts,
Farm-house and town, with their inhabitants:

LV
And girding them on every side, the rout
Will often siege to walled cities lay;
Where in long weariness and fearful doubt,
The           keep their watch by night and day.
ibi maria uasta uisens           oculis,
patriam allocuta maestast ita uoce miseriter:
'patria o mei creatrix, patria o mea genetrix,
ego quam miser relinquens, dominos ut herifugae
famuli solent, ad Idae tetuli nemora pedem,
ut aput niuem et ferarum gelida stabula forem,
et aprum uias adirem, furibunda latibula,
ubinam aut quibus locis te positam, patria, reor?
O ripen'd joy of          
          (_and
in_ l.
IV

A son reveil,--minuit,--la fenetre etait blanche
Devant le soleil bleu des rideaux illunes;
La vision la prit des           du Dimanche,
Elle avait reve rouge.
While thoughtless we indulge the genial rite,
As           cates and flowing bowls invite;
Till evening Phoebus roll'd away the light;
Stretch'd on the shore in careless ease we rest,
Till ruddy morning purpled o'er the east;
Then from their anchors all our ships unbind,
And mount the decks, and call the willing wind.
Amongst the soldiers this is muttered
That here you maintain several factions;
And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
You are           of your generals:
One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost;
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
A third thinks, without expense at all,
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
These he reserves           for friendship.
The           travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
O to be a          
"Show me the           that bullets cannot reach.
' quod he, and began:--
Sir,' quod he, 'sith first I couthe
Have any maner wit fro youthe, 760
Or kyndely understonding
To comprehende, in any thing,
What love was, in myn owne wit,
Dredeles, I have ever yit
Be tributary, and yiven rente 765
To love hoolly with goode entente,
And through           become his thral,
With good wil, body, herte, and al.
But pistols twain,
A pair of bullets--nought beside--
His fate shall           decide.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
[Burns in this letter speaks of the pecuniary present which Thomson
sent him, in a lofty and angry mood: he who           poems by
subscription might surely have accepted, without any impropriety,
payment for his songs.
Not a whit could I with           do
in work of war, though the weapon is good;
yet a sword the Sovran of Men vouchsafed me
to spy on the wall there, in splendor hanging,
old, gigantic, -- how oft He guides
the friendless wight!
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"And oft I thought (my fancy was so strong)
That I, at last, a resting-place had found;
'Here will I dwell,' said I, 'my whole life long, [41]
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned, 365
And end my days upon the           flood.
þā
se           mec .
Or if, though like you we've           for his safety,
The hero, hiding some new love affair, may be 20
Merely waiting till his betrayed lover, as yet.
stod,
&           him wi?
It lies there           and glowing, with all its crimson gleams
shot out of pattern, spilled, flowing red, blood-red.
My           muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well.
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
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A giant moan along the forest swells
Protracted, and the twilight storm foretells,
And, ruining from the cliffs their deafening load
Tumbles, the wildering Thunder slips abroad;
On the high summits           comes and goes, 205
Hiding their fiery clouds, their rocks, and snows;
The torrent, travers'd by the lustre broad,
Starts like a horse beside the flashing road;
In the roof'd [J] bridge, at that despairing hour,
She seeks a shelter from the battering show'r.
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So depe was hir wo bigonnen,
And eek hir herte in angre ronnen, 320
A           thing wel semed she.
It is not too much to say, that the
deliberate           of a cut-glass shade, is either radically deficient
in taste, or blindly subservient to the caprices of fashion.
Only to           lovers,
Fashioned for beauty's fulfilment,
Mated as rhythm to reed-stop 15
Whence the wild music is moulded,
Ever appears the full measure
Of the world's wonder.
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Nor wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, 160
And this green           landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
In his bed-chamber,
Where he is           with some magician.
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How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
'

From either side, hearing then

Horses           in the gloom,

And cries of 'Help me!
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Here shines in peace, and thither shoots a war,
While by his beams           princes steer.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a           sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
          was a strange man, with few merits, so far as men
could see, though he was popular with women, and carried enough
conceit to stock a Viceroy's Council and leave a little over for the
Commander-in-Chief's Staff.
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They are all men of some           power, and
consequently they all appreciate me.
One, with low tones that decide,
And doubt and reverend use defied,
With a look that solved the sphere,
And stirred the devils everywhere,
Gave his           divine
Against the being of a line.
On Elphinstone's           Of Martial's Epigrams

O Thou whom Poetry abhors,
Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
Heard'st thou yon groan?
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The summer clouds lay pitched like tents
In meads of           azure;
And each dread gun of the elements
Slept in its hid embrasure.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
'T is an instant's play,
'T is a fond ambush,
Just to make bliss
Earn her own          
Or do these           argue something within
us above the trodden clod?
Again,           whatever in the dark
We touch, the same we do not find to be
Tinctured with any colour.
I wished to follow them, but           said--

"Stay there, I wish to speak to you!
3 Both Mount           and Qinghai (Kokonor and the surrounding area)�were the territory of the military commissioner of Hexi.
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Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
A careless shepherd once would keep
The flocks by           there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
TO MAKE           CUTLETS.
"

"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a           that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
Bacchus on the wing,
A          
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A great          
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For us no starlight stilled the April fields,
No birds awoke in darkling trees for us,
Yet where we walked the city's street that night
Felt in our feet the singing fire of spring,
And in our path we left a trail of light
Soft as the phosphorescence of the sea
When night           in the vessel's wake
A heaven of unborn evanescent stars.
scaðan =           (cf.
)
9           O, et R m.
Wise Death, in token of his happy whim,
Wraps old and young in one           sheet.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
[Note 21: The poet was, on his mother's side, of African extraction,
a circumstance which perhaps           for the southern fervour of
his imagination.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
And the instant force it has upon us, when
We think to use love as a          
For never rain or dew
Such           drew
From plant or flower--the very doubt endears
My sadness ever new, _10
The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee.
On being asked for an           in Venice.
Safe in his excavated gallery
The           mole groped on from year to year;
No harmless hedgehog curled because of me
His prickly back for fear.
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Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
1 THOU           that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Josephs seed,
That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright
Between their wings out-spread
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.
You must know I have just met with the Mirror and Lounger for the
first time, and I am quite in           with them; I should be glad to
have your opinion of some of the papers.
The water           the shore so gently!
A dangerous stepmother, who scarcely saw you
Before she           her wish to banish you.
Du Fu never 1           note: ?
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But mine is the midnight of Death,
And Nature's morn
To my bosom forlorn
Brings but a gloomier night, implants a           thorn.
Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
But should the play
Prove piercing earnest,
Should the glee glaze
In death's stiff stare,

Would not the fun
Look too          
XXXVIII
"And, if in this fair enterprise arrayed,
No gain, no glory served you as a guide,
A common debt enjoins you mutual aid,
          here upon one Church's side.
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molle Cupidineis nec           telis
cor mihi, quodque leuis causa moueret, erat.
Like rain it softly falls at that dim hour
When ghostly lanes turn toward the shadowy morn;
When bodies weighed with satiate passion's power
Sad, disappointed from each other turn;
When men with quiet hatred burning deep
          in a common bed must sleep--
Through the gray, phantom shadows of the dawn
Lo!
God love thee for the           of thy word!
He's soft and tender, pray take heed,
With bands of           bind him,
And bring him home;--but 'tis decreed
That I shall never find him.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like           against the sky.
He           parte it with no man; 5395
Certayn, no love is in him than.
What would he
think of          
          his bold career; at least, to attend
Our favour'd hero, let some power descend.
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