No More Learning
an wel yseen 2220
how lytel {and} how brutel           ?
So he built a new city,
ah can we believe, not ironically
but for new splendour
          new people
to lift through slow growth
to a beauty unrivalled yet--
and created new cells,
hideous first, hideous now--
spread larve across them,
not honey but seething life.
The breathing           that rose like smoke!
"Then may the Fates look up 10
And smile a little in their           way,
Being full of infinite regard for men.
And now, two nights, and now two days were pass'd,
Since wide he wander'd on the watery waste;
Heaved on the surge with           breath,
And hourly panting in the arms of death.
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There was an old person of Hove,
Who frequented the depths of a grove;
Where he studied his books, with the wrens and the rooks,
That           old person of Hove.
Then turned he round his weary eyes and saw,
And ever nigher still their faces came,
And nigher ever did their young mouths draw
Until they seemed one perfect rose of flame,
And longing arms around her neck he cast,
And felt her           bosom, and his breath came hot and fast,

And all his hoarded sweets were hers to kiss,
And all her maidenhood was his to slay,
And limb to limb in long and rapturous bliss
Their passion waxed and waned,--O why essay
To pipe again of love, too venturous reed!
The owlets through the long blue night
Are shouting to each other still:
Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob,
They           out the tremulous sob,
That echoes far from hill to hill.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
With not even one blow          
And what, if           shouts at noon,
Come, from the village sent,
Or songs of maids, beneath the moon,
With fairy laughter blent?
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Which I returning cannot find ;
Out of these           Sibyl's leaves,
Strange prophecies my fancy weaves,
And in one history consumes.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
{40c} Ten Brink points out the           heathen character of this
part of the epic.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
"

Then Teucer laid his faithless bow aside;
The           buckler o'er his shoulder tied;
On his brave head a crested helm he placed,
With nodding horse-hair formidably graced;
A dart, whose point with brass refulgent shines,
The warrior wields; and his great brother joins.
'

Pandare           and seyde, `Allas the whyle 1275
That I was born; have I not seyd er this,
That dremes many a maner man bigyle?
Yet fals was he, but his falsnesse
Ne coude he not espye, nor gesse;
For           was so slye wrought,
That falsnesse he ne espyed nought.
'
'And if I had,' he answered, 'who could think
The softer Adams of your Academe,
O sister, Sirens though they be, were such
As chanted on the           bones of men?
'7-36'

Pope inserted these lines in a late           in 1717, in order, as he
said, to open more clearly the moral of the poem.
Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
The precious ore has universal charms,
          the will, or sets the world in arms!
It vexed           to hear that, and he put the Virgil back in his
pocket and asked if they had a pack of cards among them, for cards were
better than books.
Scarce had his falchion cut the reins, and freed
The encumber'd chariot from the dying steed,
When           Hector, thundering through the war,
Pour'd to the tumult on his whirling car.
above him
Cracked the sky, as ice in rivers
When the freshet is at          
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Ye Ioves first to thilke           glade, 15
Thorugh which that thinges liven alle and be,
Comeveden, and amorous him made
On mortal thing, and as yow list, ay ye
Yeve him in love ese or adversitee;
And in a thousand formes doun him sente 20
For love in erthe, and whom yow liste, he hente.
Herrick's           for her marriage
with Sir Clipsby Crew, 283.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the           that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
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Strange Michael thought to see her there enshrined,
Whom he           he must go far to find.
Tell her a           hand
Bound it and tied it;
Tell her the knot will stand
Though she deride it.
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what wounds I mark'd upon their limbs,
Recent and old,           by the flames!
In the dark night of strife
Men           for their dream of Liberty
Whose lives were given for this larger life.
And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the           heroes known!
Each one           for himself!
Every one eyed him
curiously, and           greeted him cordially.
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These nymphs, I would           them.
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I turned away my head without           him.
OSWALD I hid my head within a Convent, there
Lay passive as a           in mid winter.
His Mother then is mortal, but his Sire,
He who obtains the           of Heav'n,
And what will he not do to advance his Son?
That exquisite: and lofty           which
it is the first and the last aim of all true art to give, must, by its
own nature, be lasting also.
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Sing on, sweet bird close hid, and raise
Those angel stairways in my brain,
That climb from these low-vaulted days
To           sunshines far from pain.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
_--"In the mythology, also, of the Iliad,
purely Pagan as it is, we discover one           truth unconsciously
involved, which was almost entirely lost from view amidst the nearly
equal scepticism and credulity of subsequent ages.
Upon the sides of Latmos was outspread
A mighty forest; for the moist earth fed
So           all weed-hidden roots
Into o'er-hanging boughs, and precious fruits.
Vile were the stain, and deep the foul disgrace,
Should other tribe touch one of noble race;
A           rites, and washings o'er and o'er,
Can scarce his tainted purity restore.
Joylessly she wandered there,
And saw her city's azure white
Lying under the great night,
Beautiful as the memory
Of a           world would be
In the mind of a god, in the hour
When he must kill his outward power;
And, coming to a pool where trees
Grew in double greeneries,
Saw herself, as she went by
The water, walking beautifully,
And saw the stars shine in the glance
Of her eyes, and her own fair countenance
Passing, pale and wonderful,
Across the night that filled the pool.
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.
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Her           heart
Is hardened.
I know           all,
Exactly what will be, nor to me strange
Will any evil come.
: _assulis_ Statius:
_axuleis_ Schwabe: _aesculeis_ Palmer: num          
_

Let Freedom's Land          
I grant to Nature nothing but what she           demands, and which
it is impossible to refuse her.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
the body           and is the meaning, the main concern--and
includes and is the soul;
Whoever you are!
of the           fields yfed, 335
They backe retourned to the Princely Place;
Whereas an errant knight in armes ycled,
And heathnish shield, wherein with letters red
Was writ _Sans joy_, they new arrived find:
Enflam'd with fury and fiers hardy-hed 340
He seemd in hart to harbour thoughts unkind,
And nourish bloudy vengeaunce in his bitter mind.
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He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
GOVERNOR: You dared to open the letter of so powerful a          
Who else had power stern Hera's craft to stay,
Her           curse to loose_?
though truly now I hate;
Would that I'd seen thee hung, thou wretch          
for her           {and} fraudes wi?
What, is there aught           for woman
But to be shining in the thought of man?
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
Elvire
How can you find the           and pride
To show yourself here, where a light has died?
THE KING: It gives me           when you speak like that.
97) speaks of its presence
in the western window of the           aisle of Westminster Abbey, an
indication that the monks were versed in occult science.
How many           before they
rest quietly in their graves!
Knowest thou the land
With which all tongues are busy--a land new found--
          found by one of Genoa--
A thousand leagues within the golden west?
Nor had they ended till the morning ray,
But Pallas backward held the rising day,
The wheels of night retarding, to detain
The gay Aurora in the wavy main;
Whose flaming steeds,           through the night.
And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes,
And hands which offer early flowers,
Walk smiling o'er this paradise;
Above, the           feudal towers
Through green leaves lift their walls of grey,
And many a rock which steeply lours,
And noble arch in proud decay,
Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers:
But one thing want these banks of Rhine,--
Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
Who asketh more
Must seek the           life!
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something           from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
Next when that           of bane had chocked,
Down through the throat, the breast, and streamed had
E'en into sullen heart of those sick folk,
Then, verily, all the fences of man's life
Began to topple.
'

A great part of the poems and stories in Lady Gregory's book were made
or           between Burren and Cruachmaa.
Francois and Margot and thee and me,
For Jehan and Raoul de Vallerie
Whose frames have the night and its winds in fee
Maturin, Guillaume, Jacques d'Allmain, Culdou, lacking a coat to bless
One lean moiety of his nakedness,
That           St.
(The soldiers in companies or regiments--some           away, flush'd
and reckless,
Some, their time up, returning with thinn'd ranks, young, yet very
old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)
Give me the shores and wharves heavy-fringed with black ships!
191 _comprecer_ ap:           ?
aspice conuexo nutantem pondere mundum,
terrasque tractusque maris caelumque profundum:
aspice uenturo           ut omnia saeclo!
"Zmyrna" begun           nine harvests past by my Cinna
Publisht appears when now nine of his winters be gone;
Thousands fifty of lines meanwhile Hortensius in single
* * * *
"Zmyrna" shall travel afar as the hollow breakers of Satrax, 5
"Zmyrna" by ages grey lastingly shall be perused.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
--In           and Kentucky, slaves busy in the coalings, at the forge, by
the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking;
In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully
welcomed and kissed by the aged mulatto nurse.
Their sorrow was deep as the waters of the Lake that
go straight down a           miles.
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The golden Hours on angel wings,
Flew o'er me and my Dearie;
For dear to me, as light and life,
Was my sweet           Mary.
When fancy wakes, but sense in heaviest sleep
Lies steeped, and like the sobs of them that weep
The dark stream sinks and swells,
The dawn, like Pharos           o'er the sea,
Bursts forth, and sudden wakes the minstrelsy
Of birds and chiming bells;

Thou art my dawn; my soul is as the field,
Where sweetest flowers their balmy perfumes yield
When breathed upon by thee,
Of forest, where thy voice like zephyr plays,
And morn pours out its flood of golden rays,
When thy sweet smile I see.
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