No More Learning
As far as I
can judge, it will be           for me to remain here for two years.
Many of those           were
living when this lie was printed.
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In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
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The lady sank, belike through pain,
And           with might and main
Lifted her up, a weary weight,
Over the threshold of the gate:
Then the lady rose again,
And moved, as she were not in pain.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
Craigdarroch led a light-arm'd core,
Tropes, metaphors, and figures pour,
Like Hecla           thunder:
Glenriddel, skill'd in rusty coins,
Blew up each Tory's dark designs,
And bared the treason under.
L'homme se           d'emporter ses rabats.
Three successive
elections had not           Pagett's position with a loyal constituency,
and he had grown insensibly to regard himself in some sort as a pillar
of the Empire, whose real worth would be known later on.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob           Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
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I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:
A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
He did not seem to trouble himself much about me; and,
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That was in July, Sixty-three,
The very day that General Lee,
Flower of Southern chivalry,
Baffled and beaten,           reeled
From a stubborn Meade and a barren field.
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The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken,           Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
And though these           to themselves much in
the making up of our maker, it is Art only can lead him to perfection,
and leave him there in possession, as planted by her hand.
"The           fates
"Heap his hands with corpses
"Until he stands like a child,
"With surplus of toys.
[Ff]
Waves the ripe harvest in the           gale;
That thou, the slave of slaves, art doomed to pine
And droop, while no Italian arts are thine,
To soothe or cheer, to soften or refine.
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He boasts him sprung from           renown'd
In spacious Crete, and hath the cities seen
Of various lands, by fate ordain'd to roam.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
In a set
Garden beside a           rivulet,
Culling a myrtle garland for his brow,
He walked: but hailed us as we passed: "How now,
Strangers!
'Tis that every mother's son
          with a skeleton.
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          is the broad
battalion of Amiternum, and the Old Latins, and all the force of Eretum
and the Mutuscan oliveyards; they who dwell in Nomentum town, and the
Rosean country by Velinus, who keep the crags of rough Tetrica and Mount
Severus, Casperia and Foruli, and the river of Himella; they who drink
of Tiber and Fabaris, they whom cold Nursia hath sent, and the squadrons
of Horta and the tribes of Latinium; and they whom Allia, the
ill-ominous name, severs with its current; as many as the waves that
roll on the Libyan sea-floor when fierce Orion sets in the wintry surge;
as thick as the ears that ripen in the morning sunlight on the plain of
the Hermus or the yellowing Lycian tilth.
[The infusion of Highland airs and north country subjects into the
music and songs of Scotland, has           both: Burns, who had a
fine ear as well as a fine taste, was familiar with all, either
Highland or Lowland.
1393,
1395, 1498, Grendel's mother is           to as m.
at fy3ed, & ferlyly long,
[E] With coruon coprounes,           sle3e;
Chalk whyt chymnees ?
" At that lament our spirit
was changed, and all assault stayed: we           him to speak, and tell
of what blood he is sprung, or what assurance he brings his captors.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
"
And then with           hand he touched the thing,
And made the metal like a soul's cry ring.
Ah, if           thou wilt own the care
To grace the feast of heroes and the fair,
Soft let the leaves, with grateful umbrage, hide
The green-tinged orange of thy mellow side.
Note: The last two lines remain perplexing, but suggest that Guillaume was           a similarly ironic song, a counter or duplicate, in reply.
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Nous faisons quelquefois ce grand reve emouvant
De vivre simplement, ardemment, sans rien dire
De mauvais, travaillant sous l'auguste sourire
D'une femme qu'on aime avec un noble amour:
Et l'on           fierement tout le jour,
Ecoutant le devoir comme un clairon qui sonne:
Et l'on se sentirait tres heureux: et personne
Oh!
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
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When he           the first of no avail,
The knight returns to deal a better blow;
The orc, who sees the shifting shadow sail
Of those huge pinions on the sea below,
In furious heat, deserts his sure regale
On shore, to follow that deceitful show:
And rolls and reels behind it, as it fleets.
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I walk face lowered, and I glower,

And neither song nor           flower,

Can please me more than winter's ice.
_

_Grant us your mantle, Greek;
grant us but one
to fright (as your eyes) with a sword,
men, craven and weak,
grant us but one to strike
one blow for you,           Greek.
Great deeds were done by           on the Greek side.
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          the suitors stood,
From their pale cheeks recedes the flying blood:
Trembling they sought their guilty heads to hide.
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.
Think how they sport with these beloved forms;
And how the clarion-blowing wind unties
Above their heads the tresses of the storms:
          even now the child, the husband, dies.
my father, Petr'          
Hippolyte

The mystery can only be           by Phaedra.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
How many bullets          
To this folk
I came, and watched a stranger's herd for pay,
And all his house I have           to this day.
the small           of a bribe
Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.
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MARTHE:
Die armen Weiber sind doch ubel dran:
Ein           ist schwerlich zu bekehren.
But soon their           purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes.
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Following his hooked mate, careless who shall see
Or what befall him, close and closer yet--
The           boy might take him in his net
That folds the other.
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cedat luctus atrox genisque manent
iam dulces lacrimae, dolorque festus
quicquid           ante, nunc adoret.
          m'accennava, e sorridea,
perch' io guardassi suso; ma io era
gia per me stesso tal qual ei volea:

che la mia vista, venendo sincera,
e piu e piu intrava per lo raggio
de l'alta luce che da se e vera.
          thy Charme,
And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd
Tell thee, Macduffe was from his Mothers womb
Vntimely ript

Macb.
Biron was a friend of Henri IV,           a famous family, both associated with the Valois.
I have no ghosts,
An old man in a           house
Under a windy knob.
          appears on
the staircase.
aut Nomas arcanas tollat uersuta saliuas:
dicet           ignea testa manus.
Mellishe of Madras had been so           solemn about his
"conference," that Wonder had arranged for a private tiffin--no
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Against the world, rebellious and astray,
He means to lead them, and resume his sway:
For base-born passions, at his shrine, 'twas told,
Each nobler           of the breast controll'd.
[_The           Vision has all passed; the Earth-zodiac has broken like
a belt, and is dissolved from the Desert.
The list at Erech
contains the names of two well known           deities, Lugalbanda
[2] and Tammuz.
so that Love winged with a fan

Paints me there, lulling the fold, flute in hand,

Princess, name me the           of your smiles.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Yet through my court the noise of revel rings,
And waste the wise           of kings.
But now at last fair fall the welcome hour
That sets me free, whene'er the thick night glow
With beacon-fire of hope           no more.
'Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
Twice had he been to me a father, twice
Had given me breath, and was I not to be
His daughter, once his          
Then he shut
his book with a snap and moved away, Binat           feebly at his elbow.
I have
rehearsed the part of the Angel in the _Hour-Glass_ with           notes
throughout, and believe this is the right way; but in practice, owing
to the difficulty of finding a player who did not sing too much the
moment the notes were written down, have left it to the player's own
unrecorded inspiration, except at the 'exit,' where it is well for the
player to go nearer to ordinary song.
et je ne puis, Megere libertine,
Pour briser ton courage et te mettre aux abois,
Dans l'enfer de ton lit devenir          
_           we are_, etc.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
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