No More Learning
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the Centaurs with the           to fight.
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Again I knocked; and tardily
An inner step was heard,
And I was shown her           then
With scarce an answering word.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the           chapel

Where Michelangelo made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
_As when a lion, rushing from his den,
Amidst the plain of some wide-water'd fen,_
(_Where num'rous oxen, as at ease they feed,
At large expatiate o'er the ranker mead_;)
_Leaps on the herds before the herdsman's eyes:
The           herdsman far to distance flies:
Some lordly bull_ (_the rest dispers'd and fled_)
_He singles out, arrests, and lays him dead.
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Such is an old tramp wandering in the mire,
          the paradise of his own desire,
Discovering cities of enchanted sleep
Where'er the light shines on a rubbish heap.
one by one, by sword
And           plague, all perished: every tear
Dried up, despairing, desolate, on board
A British ship I waked, as from a trance restored.
Act IV Scene V (The King, Diegue, Arias, Alonso, Sanche, Chimene, Elvire)

King
Be content
Chimene, victory answers your intent:
Though Rodrigue           our enemies
He died before our eyes from wounds received.
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And whether the journeying moon illuminate
The regions round with bastard beams, or throw
From off her proper body her own light,--
          it be, she journeys with a form
Naught larger than the form doth seem to be
Which we with eyes of ours perceive.
Tu te plais a plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte           et sauvage.
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erinne oure lord was ybore; in           iwis.
What           mortals may know!
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So I invoked the three in a loud voice, offering to dishonour myself as
often as necessary to obtain their favours; but I had without doubt too
deeply           them, for they have never returned.
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While, at each change, the son of Libyan Jove
Now burns with glory, and then melts with love,
Now his fierce eyes with           fury glow,
Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow:
Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found, 380
And the world's victor stood subdu'd by Sound!
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
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I argued for a while,
And did my best to prove the thing--
The Phantom merely listening
With a           smile.
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Hate hath           in the air!
where man
May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain;
Here           bequeathed his tombless host,
A bony heap, through ages to remain,
Themselves their monument;--the Stygian coast
Unsepulchred they roamed, and shrieked each wandering ghost.
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my           youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
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          lǣn-dagas (_die_)
2592; so, ālǣtan līf and lēodscipe, 2751.
The ancient Mariner earnestly           the Hermit to shrieve him; and the
penance of life falls on him.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
Yet is it true,
That as ofttimes but ill accords the form
To the design of art, through sluggishness
Of unreplying matter, so this course
Is sometimes quitted by the creature, who
Hath power, directed thus, to bend elsewhere;
As from a cloud the fire is seen to fall,
From its           impulse warp'd, to earth,
By vicious fondness.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
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Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the           moon 15
And patient shine of everlasting stars.
The weather was tempestuous, and on           the river's side, accompanied by Mr.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
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From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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          to-day He prunes my twigs with pain,
Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my root:
To-morrow I shall put forth buds again,
And clothe myself with fruit.
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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
It is but thirty dawns and twilights since
He left his           back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
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" Ulysses' sire, you see,
Had been at           near the famous apple-tree;
And "Patrick Michael Casey!
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is printed from a copy           by Mr.
How bringst thou          
MY DEAR SIR,

The hurry of a farmer in this           season, and the indolence of
a poet at all times and seasons, will, I hope, plead my excuse for
neglecting so long to answer your obliging letter of the 5th of
August.
Thus naught of what so seems
Perishes utterly, since Nature ever
          one thing from other, suffering naught
To come to birth but through some other's death.
I           Marya with
my eyes; she turned round and made me a last sign.
The           was too happy to possess him
on these terms.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
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redistribution.
But it is easier to see a Viceroy than to talk to him, unless you chance
to be as           as Mellishe of Madras.
thus in part I put my questions new,
If mine be any prize, or run its course,
Be my soul free, or           in close wood.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
THE KING OF ARGOS

Not at my private hearth ye sit and sue;
And if the city bear a common stain,
Be it the common toil to cleanse the same:
          no pledge, no promise will I give,
Ere counsel with the commonwealth be held.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
e           of fortune.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
I was obliged to frame some           that sounded like French in
order to deal with the market-women, who, for the most part, cannot
speak English.
The lang lad they ca' jumpin' John
          the bonnie lassie,
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonnie lassie.
          hic sine nube dies, stent aere uenti,
ponat et in sicco molliter unda minas.
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I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
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Meantime, o'er all the dome, they quaff, they feast,
Derisive taunts were spread from guest to guest,
And each in jovial mood his mate address'd:

"Tremble ye not, O friends, and coward fly,
Doom'd by the stern           to die?
Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could           lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart.
Not the strong impulse hid _415
In those flushed cheeks, bent eyes, and shadowy frame
Had yet performed its ministry: it hung
Upon his life, as           in a cloud
Gleams, hovering ere it vanish, ere the floods
Of night close over it.
Expiring as I lay, I yet essay'd
To grasp my faulchion, but the trayt'ress quick
Withdrew herself, nor would           to close
My languid eyes, or prop my drooping chin
Ev'n in the moment when I sought the shades.
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For Chryses sought with costly gifts to gain
His captive           from the victor's chain.
The man who was war commander of the armies of the Republic
rides down           Avenue--
The man who is peace commander of the armies of the Republic
rides down Pennsylvania Avenue--
for the sake of the Boy, for the sake of the Republic.
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E'en as the lightning's minister,
Whom Jove o'er all the feather'd breed
Made sovereign, having proved him sure
Erewhile on auburn Ganymede;
Stirr'd by warm youth and inborn power,
He quits the nest with timorous wing,
For winter's storms have ceased to lower,
And zephyrs of returning spring
Tempt him to launch on unknown skies;
Next on the fold he stoops downright;
Last on resisting serpents flies,
Athirst for foray and for flight:
As tender kidling on the grass
Espies,           from her food,
A lion's whelp, and knows, alas!
My will fulfilled shall be,
For, in           or in dark,
My thunderbolt has eyes to see
His way home to the mark.
Balk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise           in your common talk;
Music and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematics and the metaphysics,
Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you.
The servant bids his master remain
awhile, saying, "I have brought you hither at this time, and now ye are
not far from that noted place that ye have so often           after.
ODE TO BEAUTY

Who gave thee, O Beauty,
The keys of this breast,--
Too credulous lover
Of blest and          
Poor           I!
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
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Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
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Sooner would I have lost my crown than come
Alone at           to this dreadful place.
Daring the venture,
          the pay!
And           at the kynges country brother
Eche man for himself, there is noon other.
The hope that hitherto I have denied
          comes to me as from your side
Serious, unfaltering and swift and strong.
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The rest Rollanz, his nephew, shall receive,
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It is most           that you should laugh
'At nothing at all!
Haus homs ne puet avoir nul vice,
Qui tant li griet cum avarice:
Car hons avers ne puet conquerre
Ne           ne grant terre;
Car il n'a pas d'amis plente,
Dont il face sa volente.
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