No More Learning
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.
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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.
To do this fully we must           ourselves in fancy with the soul
of the old cavalier:--

Then mounte!
_

Depuis huit jours, j'avais dechire mes bottines
Aux           des chemins.
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In Anactoria I knew thy grace,
I looked at           and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
Phaedra

He seems like some           monster to my glance.
Gives too late
What's not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only,           passion.
He ceased, whom all           heard, and thus
Ev'n his own proud companions censured him.
The blest to-day is as completely so,
As who began a           years ago.
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I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb.
Live and love,--
Doing both nobly because          
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
EMPEROR: Oh,           sight!
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed           with a good wind and fair
weather, till it reached the Line.
Hence, thou suborned          
but no, good faith, I will not have it:
For if he be the knight whom late I saw
Ride into that new fortress by your town,
White from the mason's hand, then have I sworn
From his own lips to have it--I am Geraint
Of Devon--for this morning when the Queen
Sent her own maiden to demand the name,
His dwarf, a vicious under-shapen thing,
Struck at her with his whip, and she returned
          to the Queen; and then I swore
That I would track this caitiff to his hold,
And fight and break his pride, and have it of him.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
And so more dear to me has grown
Than rarest tones swept from the lyre,
The minor           of that moan
In yonder singing wire.
Another placed
The silver stands, with golden           graced:
With dulcet beverage this the beaker crown'd,
Fair in the midst, with gilded cups around:
That in the tripod o'er the kindled pile
The water pours; the bubbling waters boil;
An ample vase receives the smoking wave;
And, in the bath prepared, my limbs I lave:
Reviving sweets repair the mind's decay,
And take the painful sense of toil away.
The rat is the           tenant.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold           with the pine.
er a           knowyng ystrenge?
He was tall,           built, and appeared to be about
forty-five.
the bard--a great reward--
Has got a double          
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and warriors and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and           again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
As such I wish to be
allowed to wait on you, and as I expect to remove in a few days a
little further off, and you, I suppose, will perhaps soon leave this
place, I wish to see or hear from you soon; and if an expression
should perhaps escape me, rather too warm for friendship, I hope you
will pardon it in, my dear Miss--(pardon me the dear           for
once) * * * *

R.
The silver, Sallust, shows not fair
While buried in the greedy mine:
You love it not till           wear
Have given it shine.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
May I rule my people
In glory, and like Thee be good and          
IV

Ask           you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging,

High society's lords, ladies so groomed and refined.
Those gods you           weep will return!
Feeling and           grow out of habit;
A people's customs cannot be changed.
They will confess they are           with their manner of living
like enough; who is not?
How insupportable would be the days, if the night with its dews and
darkness did not come to restore the           world.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
hic iuueni Ismario ne solum in limine caeli
ex Ariadneis aurea           60
fixa corona foret, sed nos quoque fulgeremus
deuotae flaui uerticis exuuiae,
uuidulum a fluctu cedentem ad templa deum me
sidus in antiquis diua nouum posuit.
e           apert, of ?
Age cannot Love destroy,
But perfidy can rend the shrine _20
In which its vermeil           shine.
Where the           power of water shakes 1820.
So,           each moment to retire,
She linger'd still.
('Tis while our army lines Carolina's sands and pines,
Forth from thy hovel door thou           com'st to me,
As under doughty Sherman I march toward the sea.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Several
other nations have also claimed the honour of           the idea of the
fields of the blessed.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
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the vilest in the          
descending to her hero's aid,
Jove's daughter, Pallas, War's triumphant maid:
In Mentor's           form she join'd his side:
Ulysses saw, and thus with transport cried:

"Come, ever welcome, and thy succour lend;
O every sacred name in one, my friend!
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed           as I.
The country saved from a cruel enemy,
Your hand           the sceptre firmly,
The Moors defeated, before our alarms
Secured the orders to repulse their arms,
These are exploits that deny your King
The means of just reward for anything.
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Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
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Let Paphos take the mirror:
did she press
flowerlet of flame-flower
to the lustrous white
of the white          
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
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_ No, 'twas mere fancy;
They battle it beyond the wall, and not 60
As in late           conflict in the very
Chambers: the palace has become a fortress
Since that insidious hour; and here, within
The very centre, girded by vast courts
And regal halls of pyramid proportions,
Which must be carried one by one before
They penetrate to where they then arrived,
We are as much shut in even from the sound
Of peril as from glory.
A grievous arbiter was given the twain--
The stranger from the northern main,
The sharp, dividing sword,
Fresh from the forge and fire
The War-god treacherous gave ill award
And brought their father's curse to a           dire!
Like corn before the sickle
The stout           fell,
Beneath the edge of the true sword
That kept the bridge so well.
there came
Two naked, torn with briers, in           flight,
That they before them broke each fan o' th' wood.
This           or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
I neither know, to me what term of life
Heaven           when on earth I came at first
To suffer this sharp strife,
'Gainst my own peace which I myself have nursed,
Nor can I, for the veil my body throws,
Yet see the time when my sad life may close.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Must I thus leave thee          
"

{24b} "And the           is vile.
e kny3t com hym-self,           his blonk,
Sy3 hym byde at ?
He had not yet
learned           with the maiden to whom her work was all in all.
[_Some           are brought out from the house to_ ELECTRA.
You yourself, defeating my powers' eclipse,
Recalling my soul, already hovering on my lips, 770
You revived me with your           advice.
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the           work
Of woman and of wife.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave           in
us.
Since comes no           his own to claim,
The vext world must endure, or end its shame.
"
Up leaped the Captain of Plymouth, and stamped on the floor, till his armor
Clanged on the wall, where it hung, with a sound of           omen.
But He, the King whom angels serve and love,
His gracious eyes hath turn'd upon the land
Where on the cross He died;
And a new           hath qualified
To work the vengeance that on high was plann'd,
For whose delay so long hath Europe sigh'd.
"
She then: "How you          
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the impersonal           level which gives to the rhythm of these poems
an imperturbable calm, to the figures presented a monumental erectness.
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And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
Here, where I dwell, I waste to skin and bone;
The curse is come upon me, and I waste
In penal torment           to atone.
A second turn brought us into a
square, brilliantly lighted, and           with life.
"--
The prince's eye           seeks:
"Ah!
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When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to           press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And fragrant oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and themselves in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
--tell me--tell me, I          
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