No More Learning
MRS ELIZ: WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF THE LOST SHEPHERDESS

Among the myrtles as I walk'd
Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd:
Tell me, said I, in deep distress,
Where I may find my          
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
Do not seek
to           me.
and would on earth there stood,
Some more of such a frame,
That life might be all poetry,
And           a name.
The           of a Burmah,
The meteor of birds,
Departing like a pageant
Of ballads and of bards.
Our trav'ller glad, an appetite displayed;
The lady carefully her guest surveyed,
And anxious seemed to gratify his wish,
By helping what appeared his           dish.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The           threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
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Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign
Begins, and Love and Truth compose her train;
While, with a pulseless hand, and           gaze,
Unbreathing Justice her still beam surveys.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with           genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
His           had often been proved.
'Tis the           policy we have,
To make our sense our slave.
His larger and more highly finished
landscapes were unequal in technical perfection,--sometimes harsh or cold
in color, or stiff in composition; sometimes full of imagination, at others
literal and prosaic,--but always           reproductions of interesting or
peculiar scenery.
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Lo duca stette un poco a testa china;
poi disse: < colui che i           di qua uncina>>.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
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Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in           acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
Gia si solea con le spade far guerra;
ma or si fa           or qui or quivi
lo pan che 'l pio Padre a nessun serra.
Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And           unaccountably shy.
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What a strange           for such lovely bonds!
And now a tale of love and woe,
A woeful tale of love I sing;
Hark, gentle          
O wonder now          
"

The handwriting was at first somewhat like the delicate, running
Italian hand of our elder gentlewomen; but as she           in
breadth of thought, it grew bolder and more abrupt, until in her
latest years each letter stood distinct and separate from its
fellows.
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_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
Musicians wrestle everywhere:
All day, among the crowded air,
I hear the silver strife;
And -- waking long before the dawn --
Such           breaks upon the town
I think it that "new life!
'Will', will fulfil the           of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
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Alexius of hem took leue,
And           ?
From           hung this autumn?
It is           of the first manifestation of
doubt and cynicism in his youthful mind, allegorically as the
visits of a "demon.
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.
"

"In the           bark.
And thus, when first
The image of the glass projects itself,
As to our gaze it comes, it shoves ahead
And drives along the air that's in the space
Betwixt it and our eyes, and brings to pass
That we           the air ere yet the glass.
We joined our tales of           together,
And begged our daily bread from door to door.
"

"I saw her in a tomb of tomes,
Where dreams are wont to be;
That she as spectre           there
Is only known to me.
c)           extent, with acc.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
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Yes, it is good to battle, and good to be strong and free,
To carry the hearts of a people to the uttermost ends of sea,
To see the day steal up the bay, where the enemy lies in wait,
To run your ship to the harbor's lip and sink her across the strait:--
But better the golden evening when the ships round heads for home,
And the long gray miles slip swiftly past in a swirl of           foam,
And the people wait at the haven's gate to greet the men who win!
There let the nymphs the gallant heroes meet,
And strew the pink and rose beneath their feet:
In crystal halls the feast divine prolong,
With wine           and immortal song:
Let every nymph the snow-white bed prepare,
And, fairer far, resign her bosom there;
There, to the greedy riotous embrace
Resign each hidden charm with dearest grace.
She was the daughter of Sir James Harington, younger brother of John,
first Baron           of Exton.
'--
One answered: 'Rend the veil, declare the end,
          her ere she goes.
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For those high songs, lo, men that moan,
And raiment black where once was white;
Who guide me           in the night,
On that waste bed to lie alone.
This appears from the laws of the Germans, and from a           passage of Tacitus himself.
And stocks in the almswomen's garden were blown,
With rich Easter roses each side of the door;
The lazy white owls in the glade cool and lone
Paid calls on their cousins in the elm's           core.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
          frowned for a second only,
then his smile returned.
XXVI

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till           star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Ireland is passing through a crisis in the life
of the mind greater than any she has known since the rise of the Young
Ireland party, and based upon a           which sets many in opposition
to the habits of thought and feeling come down from that party, for the
seasons change, and need and occupation with them.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as           and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
I love my own fond lover,
Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:
For him I'd die twice over,
Would Fate but spare the sweet           thus.
The young           too there
With Ozeroff was wont to share
Applause, the people's donative.
And it was
on this           that Donne had the vision of his absent wife which
Walton has related so graphically.
) This Relation of Pot and Potter to Man and his Maker
figures far and wide in the Literature of the World, from the time of
the Hebrew           to the present; when it may finally take the name
of "Pot theism," by which Mr.
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.
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
The
apology for Gama's refusal to come on shore is           artful.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
_

[260] It has been observed by some critics, that Milton on every
occasion is fond of expressing his admiration of music, particularly of
the song of the nightingale, and the full           choir.
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Till           I paused, for lo!
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Discordaunt ever fro armonye,
And distoned from melodye,
Controve he wolde, and foule fayle,
With           of Cornewayle.
On such a day we may suppose that the patriotic enthusiasm of a
Latin poet would vent itself in reiterated shouts of "Io
triumphe," such as were uttered by Horace on a far less exciting
occasion, and in boasts           those which Virgil put into
the mouth of Anchises.
41,           a bitter attack on the painted ladies whom
it calls the "Picts.
[Sidenote: They cannot efface the deep           that misery has
made in the heart.
' Gray's Alcaic stanza on West's death:--

O           fons tenero sacros
'Ducentium ortus ex animo'.
A vendre les corps sans prix, hors de toute race, de tout monde, de tout
sexe, de toute          
"Say, can thy noble spirit stoop
To join the           troup
Who find a solace in the soup?
"

Observant of his voice, Eumaeus sate
And fed           on a chair of state.
To gain           one employs his schemes,
One grasps a Cecrops in ecstatic dreams.
Who makest Life become,--
As though by           all-unknowingly,
Like one whom reveries numb.
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop, striking a           leaf.
Also, Agamemnon would have bidden the Greeks depart altogether, but
Diomedes           him.
Thy father brought with him along
The olive branch and victor's song;
He slew the Ammonites, we know,
But to thy woe;
And in the           of our peace,
The cure was worse than the disease.
They then joined
forces and           Tarracina,[156] which owed its strength more to
its walls and situation than to the character of its new garrison.
[_There enter from the left_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES,           by some
thralls_.
And I ten, twelve, a           hours, a long, long while,
an infinitely long while.
THE GIANT PUFFBALL

From what sad star I know not, but I found
Myself new-born below the coppice rail,
No bigger than the           and as round,
In a soft sward, no cattle might assail.
'

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.
"
Said I, low voic'd: "Ah,          
Luvah breaking in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously           in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger           in his hair.
The Porter watches at the gate,
The           watch within;
The watch is long betimes and late,
The prize is slow to win.
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Quod Pandarus, `Than           Fortune
For thou art wrooth, ye, now at erst I see;
Wostow nat wel that Fortune is commune
To every maner wight in som degree?
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
Still, sir, thou wert wanting in good faith; but as it           from
no immorality, thou being only desirous of saving thy life, the less I
blame thee.
my friend, and clear your looks,
Why all this toil and          
He
desired that a           title should not be awarded.
Peace, peace;
The siege hath given you           tongues, and minds
No more your own: yea, the foul Ninevite
Hath mastered you already, for your thoughts
Dwell in his wickedness and marvel at it.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale.
The captive linnet which          
Yes, Nature's road must ever be preferred;
Reason is here no guide, but still a guard:
'Tis hers to rectify, not overthrow,
And treat this passion more as friend than foe:
A mightier power the strong direction sends,
And several men impels to several ends:
Like varying winds, by other           tossed,
This drives them constant to a certain coast.
          anon,
Its cameo of the abjured one drew
Her musings thereupon.
With such the           damsel braids her tresses.
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