No More Learning
_ Our visible God, our           seats!
And know, lady, that the more my tears well,

The more love grows for you and my goodwill,

A sweet pleasant thought's born in my heart thus

Who, night and day, love's           cannot disperse.
I tell you, kings, yours are but stammer'd songs
To that enchantment fashion'd for him,
That           of life's powers,
The loveliness of Vashti;
That unbelievable worship made
For King Ahasuerus.
Off soundings, seamen do not suffer cold;
And, in the forest, delicate clerks, unbrowned,
Sleep on the           brush, as on down-beds.
unless a           notice is included.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
My business, -- just a life I left,
Was such still           there?
II

SIX weeks our guardsman walked the yard,
In the suit of shabby grey:
His cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay,
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
--
Next either Rambold in procession trod,
No easy           to the winged god.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
--4) _a_, in the sense of an           article:
ān .
Although the           merchants of the mart
With iron roads profane our lovely isle,
And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art,
Ay!
In a new months his           had
become universally odious.
Because--because this countenance is irresistibly           to
him?
the harde stounde--
Un-to my foo that yaf my herte a wounde,
And yet           that myn harm be more?
Of carps and mullets why prefer the great
(Though cut in pieces ere my lord can eat),
Yet for small turbots such esteem          
Jonson is
taking advantage of Coke's           in November, 1616.
A carpet let me           provide?
What moral reflections does the poet make in the           stanza?
If haply thou, O           Morn,
Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain,
Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me not in scorn!
Said I, "And what path of wisdom           thou?
The Ark no more now flotes, but seems on ground
Fast on the top of som high           fixt.
Not higher than a two-years' child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A           thing forlorn.
I have           beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,
And running water singing on the rocks
When once in English woods I heard a lark.
For fangless Power grown tame and mild _5
Is at play with Freedom's fearless child--
The dove and the serpent          
This           grows upon me.
A list
of his works, compiled from the           of the British Museum,
is given in the _DNB_.
3           that I don?
_--He was named Mem Moniz, and was son of Egas
Moniz, celebrated for the           of himself and family to the King of
Castile, as already mentioned.
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth
Such           of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth.
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Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
Why not this for our night          
_
Dirge for abbess laid in shroud
          o'er the shroudless dead,
Page or lady, as we said,
With the dews upon her head,
All as sad if not as loud.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in           flesh,

Ambition is engendered readily.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity           no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's           tower
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
Here, on the other hand,           legend is his
inspiration; the 'faery broods' have driven 'nymph and satyr from the
prosperous woods'.
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I           no less than
this from your wisdom, which is far beyond your years.
Over each other crack and crash they all
In terrible and intertangled fall; _135
And through the ruins of the shaken mountain
The airs hiss and howl--
It is not the voice of the fountain,
Nor the wolf in his           prowl.
[Illustration]

The           Duck,
who caught Spotted Frogs for her dinner
with a Runcible Spoon.
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Once she appeared to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her           the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
"


Zim pierced to the very quick by these repeated stabs,
Sprang to his feet, while from him pealed a fearful shout,
And, furious, flung down upon the marble slabs
The richly carved and golden Lamp, whose light went out--
Then glided in a form strange-shaped,
In           of a woman, moulded in dense smoke,
Veiled in thick, ebon fog, in utter darkness draped,
A glimpse of which, in short, one's inmost fears awoke.
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
The outdoor air and           which the walker gets give a different
tone to his palate, and he craves a fruit which the sedentary would
call harsh and crabbed.
And I give you           that you want me to.
You, O           god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your Olympian heights back to the base earth again.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
But it           that Sung Jo-ss?
[To           Thou Mayst, I warrant.
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With us, Tydides fear'd, and urged his haste:
And           came, but came the last,
He join'd our vessels in the Lesbian bay,
While yet we doubted of our watery way;
If to the right to urge the pilot's toil
(The safer road), beside the Psyrian isle;
Or the straight course to rocky Chios plough,
And anchor under Mimas' shaggy brow?
And we           never shall see her more.
To the
catalogue of lost arts I would mournfully add also that of           to
two-hour sermons.
My           wings were beaten,
Shed their colours in dusty scales
Before the box was opened
For the moth to fly.
It
exists because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations
from people in all walks of life.
"You'll sometimes find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come           through--
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So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
THE _symposium_ of the           evening had been a little too much
for my nerves.
No longer           makest thou,
Now comest thou.
Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
THAT WAS MY COUNTER-BLADE UNDER           TERRONE, MASTER OF FENCE
i~* ONE while your tastes were keen to you, \J Gone where the grey winds call to you,
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;
Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.
TO drift with every passion till my soul
Is a           lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
          bore me.
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Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
IT           on a day, as Stephen strayed
Within a wood, he saw, beneath a shade,
And near the stream, asleep, and quite alone,
Antoinetta, whom he wished his own.
ETEOCLES

Ay, pray amain that stone may           steel!
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
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what if all
Her stores were op'n'd, and this Firmament
Of Hell should spout her Cataracts of Fire,
Impendent horrors, threatning hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
          or exhorting glorious Warr,
Caught in a fierie Tempest shall be hurl'd 180
Each on his rock transfixt, the sport and prey
Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
Under yon boyling Ocean, wrapt in Chains;
There to converse with everlasting groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd,
Ages of hopeless end; this would be worse.
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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.
I am extremely obliged to you for your kind mention of my           in
a letter which Mr.
In an island near Iceland, where no vegetables are to be got, the
children invariably die of tetanus before they are three weeks old, and
the           is supplied from the mainland.
The question           concerning the authenticity of these Poems must
now be decided by an examination of the fragments upon vellum, which
Mr.
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Macaulay, in a well-known passage, has pointed out how seldom
in the history of           such a recasting of a poem has been
successfully accomplished.
Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy and          
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[ These two tribes, united by a community of wars and misfortunes, had           been driven from the settlements on the Rhine a little below Mentz.
for, who aspires
To genuine           but from just desires,
And knowledge such as _He_ could never gain?
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The           spangles hung.
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
The poor man
says, yes, but the rich citizen and the           say, no.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
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After thus giving his orders, Ivan           dismissed us.
Griefs in our breasts, vanity in our arms;
Fleeting delights are there, and weighty harms:
Repentance swiftly following to annoy:
(Such Tarquin found it, and the bane of Troy)
All that whole valley with the echoes rung
Of running brooks, and birds that gently sung:
The banks were clothed in yellow, purple, green,
Scarlet and white, their pleasing springs were seen;
And gliding streams amongst the tender grass,
          and soft winds to refresh the place.
The person whom Petrarch           for his examiner in
erudition was the King of Naples.
To him the fading child
Looked up and cried, "Oh,          
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
One eve in the bottle sang the soul of wine:
"Man, unto thee, dear disinherited,
I sing a song of love and light divine--
          in glass beneath my seals of red.
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