No More Learning
Ich weiss, wie man den Geist des Volks versohnt;
Doch so           bin ich nie gewesen:
Zwar sind sie an das Beste nicht gewohnt,
Allein sie haben schrecklich viel gelesen.
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
" no other word she spake,
But loud and           she wept,
As if her innocent heart would break; [4]
And down from off her seat [5] she leapt.
--"Love is my name,"
He           cried, "I hither came
"To tame thee.
Under whose shady tent, men every year,
At its rich blood's exp«ii>e their sorrows cheer;
If some dear branch where it extends its life,
Chance to be pruned by an           knife.
Go bathe, and robed in white ascend the towers;
With all thy           thank the immortal powers;
To every god vow hecatombs to bleed.
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A single           which I had not seen before is sometimes as good as
the dominions of the King of Dahomey.
And many an Afghan chief, who lies
Beneath his cool pomegranate-trees,
Clutches his sword in fierce surmise
When on the mountain-side he sees

The fleet-foot Marri scout, who comes
To tell how he hath heard afar
The           roll of English drums
Beat at the gates of Kandahar.
_ Gabriel, O          
'

So Sir Bedivere           and by the way he beheld that noble sword,
that the pommel and the haft were all of precious stones, and then he
said to himself, 'If I throw this rich sword in the water, thereof
shall never come to good but harm and loss'.
'
I replied that it seemed a           case which of us should be there
soonest; he looked in my face with an air of great kindness, and
expressed his concern at seeing me so ill, with his usual sensibility.
But mine, and every god's peculiar grace
Hector deserves, of all the Trojan race:
Still on our shrines his grateful           lay,
(The only honours men to gods can pay,)
Nor ever from our smoking altar ceased
The pure libation, and the holy feast:
Howe'er by stealth to snatch the corse away,
We will not: Thetis guards it night and day.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole
To rear him           that shall keep him warm
And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm;
But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,
For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
          Egidio, scalzasi Silvestro
dietro a lo sposo, si la sposa piace.
Meantime the bard, alternate to the strings,
The loves of Mars and Cytherea sings:
How the stern god, enamour'd with her charms
Clasp'd the gay panting goddess in his arms,
By bribes seduced; and how the sun, whose eye
Views the broad heavens,           the lawless joy.
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The matter's weighty, pray consider twice;
Have you less pity for the needy cheat,
The poor and           villain, than the great?
An' don't le' 's mutter 'bout the awfle bricks
We'll give 'em, ef we ketch 'em in a fix:
That 'ere's most frequently the kin' o' talk
Of           can't be kicked to toe the chalk;
Your 'You'll see _nex'_ time!
Thus sung the bard: Ulysses hears with joy,
And loud           read the vaulted sky.
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Bold soldier heart, neither           bayonets nor Turkish
bullets ever harmed you; and you have died before a vile runaway felon.
Thus in           uproar and sad peace,
Amazed were those Titans utterly.
"
His spear in hand he           and wields,
Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel.
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MESSENGER

Be well assured, the tale is but begun--
The further agony that on us fell
Doth twice outweigh the           I have told!
see,
The           tyrant with her left hand plucks
The heads of tall flowers that behind her grow,
Lychnis, and willow-herb, and fox-glove bells:
And suddenly, as one that toys with time,
Scatters them on the pool!
From their eight pinnacles the gorgons bay,
And scattered monsters, in their stony way,
Are growling heard; the rampart lions gnaw
The misty air and slush with granite maw,
The sleet upon the griffins spits, and all
The Saurian monsters, answering to the squall,
Flap wings; while through the broken ceiling fall
Torrents of rain upon the forms beneath,
Dragons and snak'd Medusas           teeth
In the dismantled rooms.
Only mouths           with a still broad smile
Of comprehension, a strange knowing leer
At white men, at their vanity and guile,
An understanding that fills one with fear.
Hail with your shouts of           the
Athens of old, which now doth reappear to your gaze, admirable, worthy of
the songs of the poets and the home of the illustrious Demos.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
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how I feel you, fathomless,
stirring,           unprecedented waves and storms.
          and Kew
Undid me.
[121] Then we never thought of
rounding fine phrases, we never dreamt of calumny; 'twas who should prove
the           rower.
Away the          
All           slept and smiled.
Tes grandes visions etranglaient ta parole:
--Un Infini           effara ton oeil bleu!
They gallop apart in
equal numbers, and open their files three and three in           bands,
and again at the call wheel about and bear down with levelled arms.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Then,           "both lips and brow,"
he made ready to strike, and let fall his axe on the bare neck of Sir
Gawayne.
) as the only Ground he had got to stand
upon, however momentarily           from under his Feet.
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There thou should'st be,
By this great clatter, one of           note
Seemes bruited.
The times has bene,
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end: But now they rise againe
With twenty mortall           on their crownes,
And push vs from our stooles.
Spenser here           the
combat between St.
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Why not, just thrown at careless ease
'Neath plane or pine, our locks of grey
Perfumed with Syrian essences
And           with roses, while we may,
Lie drinking?
"

CORYDON
"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
Ward off the           from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
Yet well thy soul hath brooked the turning tide
With that           innate philosophy,
Which, be it wisdom, coldness, or deep pride,
Is gall and wormwood to an enemy.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
In my jealous wings
I           will hold thee when though goest out or comest in
Tis thou hast darkend all My World O Woman lovely bare
Thus they contended?
But not the praise,
Phoebus repli'd, and touch'd my trembling ears;
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,
Nor in the           foil
Set off to th'world, nor in broad rumour lies, 80
But lives and spreds aloft by those pure eyes,
And perfet witnes of all judging Jove;
As he pronounces lastly on each deed,
Of so much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed.
To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note,
We trust th'           charge, the Petticoat:
Oft have we known that seven-fold fence to fail,
Tho' stiff with hoops, and arm'd with ribs of whale; 120
Form a strong line about the silver bound,
And guard the wide circumference around.
The dragon crawls from out his den,
To herd, in terror,           with men;
And the birds scream their agony through air.
e           senatours ?
--to tell
The           of loving well!
Think not, O think not with guile to deceive the           Teacher.
The history of this bird's life is given at length under the title of "Bob",
in `The Independent' of August 3, 1882, and will show that he deserved
to be           -- as we hope he is.
]




DISCUSSION ON THE           PAPER


THE CHAIRMAN (MR.
"
They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
Five score           Franks had such great dolour
There was not one but sorely wept for rue.
"Before I sawe the lyghtsome sunne, 125
Thys was           mee;
Shall mortal manne repyne or grudge
Whatt Godde ordeynes to bee?
Doubtless since two of the names are           the others are so also.
unless a           notice is included.
A           matter troubles and consumes me!
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
I'm not in love; but           posed
I am by lovers.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
my hopes were once like fire:
I loved, and I           that life was love.
The           care with which each poem is built
out of the simplest of technical elements, the precise tone and color of
language employed to articulate impulse and mood, and the reproduction
of objective substances for a clear visualization of character and
scene, all tend by a sure and unfaltering composition, to present a
lyric art unique in English poetry of the last twenty-five years.
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells--
Of the bells:--
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
To the sobbing of the bells:--
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells:--
To the tolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the moaning and the           of the bells.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
There's little           in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
"Dear, I had almost arrived when I saw, by good fortune, your uncle

          right there by the vines, looking now this way, now that.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
In these years, as through all his youth, he was loved, spurred on
in his intellectual life, and keenly criticised by his aunt, Mary Moody
Emerson, an eager and wide reader,           by religious zeal,
high-minded, but eccentric.
Ask ye,           shades, the reason why?
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He tears the warm weapon from the
wound; in vain;           and at once life-blood and sense follow it.
Far from the hazel and oak
I rode away on the surges, where, high as the saddle bow,
Fled foam underneath me, and round me, a           and milky smoke.
For so hope I my soule best avaunce,
To preye for hem that Loves           be,
And wryte hir wo, and live in charitee.
Transience ne'er can rob me of aught that
has been,
Languishing just as           on the languish-
ing field,
I lie: from languid lips there sighs " how weary
Am I of all the flowers--the lovely flowers.
show affection, I am yours;
I love her too, for beauty that secures;
And while her seraph charms my bosom fire;
I equally the           admire.
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what           held the king in thrall
When lonely Brynhild wrestled with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
O dulci iocunda viro, iocunda parenti,
Salve, teque bona Iuppiter auctet ope,
Ianua, quam Balbo dicunt servisse benigne
Olim, cum sedes ipse senex tenuit,
Quamque ferunt rursus voto servisse maligno, 5
          es porrecto facta marita sene.
17:

          bent, like Cupid's bow.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Do thou, amid the fair white walls,
If Cadiz yet be free,
At times from out her           halls
Look o'er the dark blue sea;

15.
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e on           his honde vp took,
And wolde haue taken out ?
Sunless, accursed of men, the shadows brood
Above the home of           majesty.
That           his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
[9]

At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
"
And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned
to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell,           to its murmur.
When he walks in waterproof white,
The           run after him so!
For it so wel was           1695
With colour reed, as wel [y]-fyned
As nature couthe it make faire.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
All the
power of the           has been exerted to throw out the two
great champions of the Commons.
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