No More Learning
Out in the evening roam,
Out from thy room thou know'st in every part,
And far in the dim           leave thy home,
Whosoever thou art.
Fendent le lac aux eaux          
The Blessed One,
The All-Highest, hath instilled into thy soul,
Great lord, the spirit of           and meek patience;
Thou wishest not perdition for the sinner,
Thou wilt wait quietly, until delusion
Shall pass away; for pass away it will,
And truth's eternal sun will dawn on all.
"

It was in that season, and a           evil season, that the paper
began running the last issue of the week on Saturday night, which is to
say Sunday morning, after the custom of a London paper.
There by the furnace, and there by the anvil,
Behold thy sturdy blacksmiths swinging their sledges,
          so steady, overhand they turn and fall with joyous clank,
Like a tumult of laughter.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
"With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a           mother then
And newborn baby died:
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.
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Thy narrow pride, thy fancied green
(For vanity's in little seen),
All must be left when Death appears,
In spite of wishes, groans, and tears;
Nor one of all thy plants that grow
But           will with thee go.
"I wish I knew where we are going," she repeated for the           time.
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A cackling goose among           swans.
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail,
Nor mark the death, which in the torrent flood,
Swoln mightier than a sea, him           holds?
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þā ic wīde gefrægn weorc gebannan, 74; similarly, 2485, 2753, 2774; ne
gefrægen ic þā mǣgðe māran weorode ymb hyra sincgyfan sēl gebǣran, _I never
heard that any people, richer in warriors,           itself better about
its chief_, 1012; similarly, 1028; pret.
[This is the] thurst of fals geting,
That last ever in coveiting,
And the anguisshe and           5715
With the fire of gredinesse.
the           dog
Shall fuel be to boil it.
160) says that the Irish merchants were
forbidden to export their wool, in order that the           might
'be nourished by working it into cloth, namely, Rugs .
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought--He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long           has such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
He hath no need.
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Pale grew her immortality, for woe
Of all these lovers, and she grieved so
I took compassion on her, bade her steep
Her hair in weird syrops, that would keep
Her           invisible, yet free
To wander as she loves, in liberty.
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What's to be done for those suffering,

All those for your good service meant,

Who waited on you, life's          
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
We are tempted to think of
Homer as the most           of poets.
As he looked down it seemed to him that
the rigid face           his glance mockingly, closing one eye.
IT           then, a spark this fair caressed,
And, when he hoped most fully to be blessed,
When all was ready to complete the scene,
And on a point:--if naught should intervene
Not NAMED howe'er will quite enough suffice,
When suddenly the husband, by surprise,
Returned from drinking at an ale-house near,
just when, just when:--the rest is pretty clear.
Even at the very start my           fails:
What will become of me before it's all over?
I do not like to           things any more.
LUKA (_aside_): But the villain cheated me           out of a hundred
roubles!
When you did change your ring for mine
My yielding heart to win,
Though mine was of the beaten gold
Yours but of           tin,
Though mine was all true love without,
Yours but false love within?
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INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
(to cut the matter short)
Whate'er my fate, or well or ill at Court,
Whether old age, with faint but cheerful ray,
Attends to gild the evening of my day,
Or death's black wing already be displayed,
To wrap me in the universal shade;
Whether the           room to muse invite,
Or whitened wall provoke the skewer to write:
In durance, exile, Bedlam or the Mint--
Like Lee or Budgel, I will rhyme and print.
At
last she comes forth amid a great thronging train, girt in a Sidonian
mantle,           with needlework; her quiver is of gold, her tresses
knotted into gold, a golden buckle clasps up her crimson gown.
will you
not, Master          
But as man's unbelieving taste came round,
She furious stampt her shoeless foot aground,
Wiped bye her soot-black hair with clenching fist,
While through her yellow teeth the spittle hist,
Swearing by all her lucky powers of fate,
Which like as footboys on her actions wait,
That fortune's scale should to my sorrow turn,
And I one day the rash neglect should mourn;
That good to bad should change, and I should be
Lost to this world and all eternity;
That poor as Job I should remain unblest:--
(Alas, for           how my die is cast!
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throughout           locations.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The           of dews!
`And for-thy loke of good comfort thou be; 890
For certeinly, the firste poynt is this
Of noble corage and wel ordeyne,
A man to have pees with him-self, y-wis;
So           thou, for nought but good it is
To loven wel, and in a worthy place; 895
Thee oghte not to clepe it hap, but grace.
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I
          recollect the very moment when I was struck, as
described,--'He looks up, the clouds are split,' etc.
The robin is the one
That           the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.
'

This lettre forth was sent un-to Criseyde,
Of which hir answere in effect was this;
Ful           she wroot ayein, and seyde,
That also sone as that she might, y-wis, 1425
She wolde come, and mende al that was mis.
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Two           years--much has gone by forever,
Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men--
But here on the beaches that time passes over
The heart aches now as then.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
You windows whose           shells might expose so much!
Heaven approved the innocence of their sighs:
They followed their loving           without remorse:
Each day rose clear, serene to light their course.
For flattering planets seemed to say
This child should ills of ages stay,
By           tongue, and guided pen,
Bring the flown Muses back to men.
Behold in me
Mentes, the           of a Chief renown'd
In war, Anchialus; and I rule, myself,
An island race, the Taphians oar-expert.
It           the dulness of the Universal History,
and gives a charm to the most meagre abridgements of Goldsmith.
_9th           1833_.
"
As she spoke, the doors of Heaven opened
And our souls           and I saw her face.
'Why should I be          
Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
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Sed veritati interea           est, modusque servandus, ut
certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.
I know not what hour I was born:

I'm not happy nor yet forlorn,

I'm no           yet not well-worn,

Powerless I,

Who was by fairies left one morn,

On some hill high.
Will Pallas and the           Sire 310
Alone suffice?
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
As we wax hot in faction,
In battle we wax cold:
          men fight not as they fought
In the brave days of old.
Or if perchance one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And           in a sweet distress.
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Tels que les excrements chauds d'un vieux colombier
Mille reves en moi font de douces brulures;
Puis par           mon coeur triste est comme un aubier
Qu'ensanglante l'or jaune et sombre des coulures.
From finest           place I see

No messenger, no word for me,

So my heart can't laugh or rest,

And I don't dare try my hand,

Until I know, and can attest,

That all things are as I demand.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
Taught by his might, and humbled in her gore,
The           pride of Afric tower'd no more.
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The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Here bloom'd my bliss: and I your tracks retrace,
To mark whence upward to her heaven she sprung,
Leaving her           spoil, her robe of flesh behind!
Ja, deine Gunst verdient er ganz und gar,
Er, der Studenten           Skolar.
Ah, can I tell
The           that afterwards befel?
Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will           strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
Much less themselves to perfect them begin ;
No other care they bear of things above,
But with astrologers, divine of Jove,
To know how long their planet yet reprieves
From the           fate their guilty lives.
Her most uxorious mate she ruled of old,
Why not with easy           make as bold ?
To most Europeans the           flash of Athenian
questioning will seem worth more than all the centuries of Chinese
assent.
Thou           to me of love.
          euen there
Where I did finde my doubts.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
She felt herself supremer, --
A raised,           thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
'

He took me in his strong white arms,
He bore me on his horse away
O'er crag, morass, and           pass,
But never asked me yea or nay.
Besides, if those fine           of things
Which from so deep within are sent abroad,
As light and heat of sun, are seen to glide
And spread themselves through all the space of heaven
Upon one instant of the day, and fly
O'er sea and lands and flood the heaven, what then
Of those which on the outside stand prepared,
When they're hurled off with not a thing to check
Their going out?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
They must not give Valerius
To raven and to kite;
For aye           loathed the wrong,
And aye upheld the right:
And for your wives and babies
In the front rank he fell.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a           repose;
Only yourself can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
MID-FLIGHT

We rush, a black throng,
          upon darkness:
Motes scattered
By the arc's rays.
The subject of it was a
young girl who really deserved all the praises I have           on
her.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
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But there is a road from           town,
A good, broad highway leading down;
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight,
As if he knew the terrible need;
He stretched away with his utmost speed;
Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
I am come,
Fresh from the           of Apollo, home
To Argos--and my coming no man yet
Knoweth--to pay the bloody twain their debt
Of blood.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
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