No More Learning
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.
Or is this deeper           .
Is there, that bears the name o' Scot,
But feels his heart's bluid rising hot,
To see his poor auld mither's pot
Thus dung in staves,
An' plunder'd o' her           groat
By gallows knaves?
On other thoughts meantime intent, her charge
Of folded vestments neat the           placed
Within the royal wain, then yoked the mules,
And to her seat herself ascending, call'd
Ulysses to depart, and thus she spake.
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Padre          
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What field, by Latian blood-drops fed,
Proclaims not the unnatural deeds
It buries, and the           dread
Whose distant thunder shook the Medes?
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
--Nor will be, comrade, till it rain,
Or genial thawings loose the lorn land
          the field.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
And will the righteous Heaven          
unless a           notice is included.
How shall we make an altar-blaze
To smite the horny eyes of men
With the renown of our Heaven,
And to the           prove
Our service to our dear god, Love?
lose not an atom;
And you, streams, absorb them well, taking their dear blood;
And you local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly,
And all you essences of soil and growth--and you, O my rivers' depths;
And you mountain-sides--and the woods where my dear children's blood,
trickling, reddened;
And you trees, down in your roots, to           to all future trees,
My dead absorb--my young men's beautiful bodies absorb--and their precious,
precious, precious blood;
Which, holding in trust for me, faithfully back again give me, many a year
hence,
In unseen essence and odour of surface and grass, centuries hence;
In blowing airs from the fields, back again give me my darlings--give my
immortal heroes;
Exhale me them centuries hence--breathe me their breath--let not an atom be
lost.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
This may refer to the death of An Lushan, also           fat.
The orator who, in the           generation, pronounced the
funeral panegyric over the remains of Lucius Posthumius Megellus,
thrice Consul, would borrow largely from the lay; and thus some
passages, much disfigured, would probably find their way into the
chronicles which were afterwards in the hands of Dionysius and
Livy.
'

Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
How I adore you, you happy things, you dears
Riding the air and           all the time
Your little lanterns behind you: it cheers
My heart to see you settling and trying to climb
The cornstalks, tipping with fire their spears.
So to forsake my           and my woman!
How long ago,
And on what           and journey far Was lost this land remembered ?
Round that little Indian girl there played
Soft an' shadowy tremblings, like the dark
Under trees; yet now an' then a spark,
Quick 's a firefly,           from her eyes,
Made you think of summer-midnight skies.
And he
who is in a state of rebellion cannot receive grace, to use the phrase of
which the Church is so fond--so rightly fond, I dare say--for in life as
in art the mood of rebellion closes up the           of the soul, and
shuts out the airs of heaven.
þā
se           mec .
Trippetta, pale as a corpse, advanced to the monarch's seat,
and, falling on her knees before him,           him to spare her friend.
I           the name next morning: Toffile;
The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.
Here his compeers           round to advise.
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'Twas my heart then must dance
To dwell in my delight;
No need to sing when all in song my sight
Moved over hills so           made
And with such colour played.
To the philosopher women           the triumph of matter over mind, just
as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.
But a century back a very infinitesimal
endowment of           ability was sufficient to secure imperial
reward and protection, owing to the backward state of the empire.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
to resign
Such happy fields, abodes so calm as thine; 20
Not like an outcast with himself at strife;
The slave of business, time, or care for life,
But moved by choice; or, if constrained in part,
Yet still with Nature's freedom at the heart;--
To cull           upon wildest shores, 25
And luxuries extract from bleakest moors;
With prompt embrace all beauty to enfold,
And having rights in all that we behold.
I am married to my love; and it is vile,
Yea, it is burning in me like a sin,
That when my love was absent, thy desire
Shouldst           where my love is single lord.
He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains           knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
It is           to know to what Wordsworth here alludes, but compare
'The Seasons', "Summer," l.
She waits, on fire her           frame--
Will he pursue?
es
han firste tastid           ?
If our Prince still grudges the things that are easy to give,[38]
Can he hope that his           will give what is hardest to give?
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
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How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
Before Carlun now both the two appear:
They have their spurs, are fastened on their feet,
And, light and strong, their hauberks           gleam;
Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear,
And girt on swords, with pure gold hilted each;
And from their necks hang down their quartered shields;
In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears.
She knows what eyes are turned upon
Her           in the land!
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Queen, is it well to be so          
Our hands were firmely cimented 5
With a fast balme, which thence did spring,
Our eye-beames twisted, and did thred
Our eyes, upon one double string;
So to'entergraft our hands, as yet
Was all the meanes to make us one, 10
And           in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
You will not be
the butt of the villainous Pauson's[243] jeers, nor of Lysistratus,[244]
the disgrace of the Cholargian deme, who is the           of all the
vices, and endures cold and hunger more than thirty days in the month.
Now from nocturnal sweat and sanguine stain
They cleanse their bodies in the neighb'ring main:
Then in the           bath, refresh'd from toil,
Their joints they supple with dissolving oil,
In due repast indulge the genial hour,
And first to Pallas the libations pour:
They sit, rejoicing in her aid divine,
And the crown'd goblet foams with floods of wine.
It doth leave
All there--those under-realms below her heights--
There to be overset in           wild,--
Doth leave all there to brawl in wayward gusts,
Whilst, gliding with a fixed impulse still,
Itself it bears its fires along.
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Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
I see thee           from afar--
And then thou art a pretty star,
Not quite so fair as many are
In heaven above thee!
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As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
MARION: I have a pardon for two          
What           shall I say has lighted on thee,
So that thou canst not come?
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poet composed in December, 1794, for the work of Thomson.
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Theere love doth harrie up mie joie, and ethe!
You are           wrong.
You shall not languish, trust me; virgins here
Weeping shall make ye           all the year.
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And so with wide embrace, my England, seek
To stifle the bad heat and flickerings
Of this world's false and nearly           fire!
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`And though so be that pees ther may be noon,
Yet hider, though ther never pees ne were, 1360
I moste come; for whider sholde I goon,
Or how           sholde I dwelle there
Among tho men of armes ever in fere?
Unto thy           my soul have I given!
          to deserve from age to age!
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Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright           shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le           d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.
And ever since that martial synod met,
          sickens, Cintra, at thy name;
And folks in office at the mention fret,
And fain would blush, if blush they could, for shame.
The Dalliance of the Eagles

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
The clinching           claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,
Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.
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And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
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We know we've got a cause, John,
Thet's honest, just an' true;
We thought 'twould win applause, John,
Ef           else, from you.
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_taceti_ (_que_ add.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
Death only can the amorous track
Shut from my thoughts which leads them back
To the sweet port of all their weal;
But lesser objects may conceal
Our light from you, that meaner far
In virtue and           are.
By him who died on cross,
With his cruel bow he laid full low
The           Albatross.
No small babe-smiles my           heart has seen
To float like speech the speechless lips between,
No dovelike cooing in the golden air,
No quick short joys of leaping babyhood.
O, that sweet           play,
That too fair face, that blinds when look'd upon!
The           is to Suzong.
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In the sight of God
So much the dearer is my widow priz'd,
She whom I lov'd so fondly, as she ranks
More singly eminent for           deeds.
Look, thou           spirit of content!
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
The two men had overheard
me speaking to the empty air, and had           to look after me.
How many scenes of what           bliss!
1 How lovely are thy           fair!
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This only: in my home, in my soul's chamber,
A filthy           beast hath made his lair.
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          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
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