No More Learning
NIGHT

Cell in the           of Chudov (A.
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
Almost a           footman
Might dare to touch it now!
No new thing, this camp about the city:
Nebuchadnezzar and his hosted men
But fearfully image, like a madman's dream,
The fierce           of the world, that waits
To soil the clean health of the soul and mix
Stooping decay into its upward nature.
Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
          far distant, over Himavant.
Did wiser nature draw thee back,
From out the horror of that sack,
Where shame, faith, honour, and regard of right,
Lay           on?
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Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the           lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
On account of
this inexpiable deed, Hrēðel becomes           (2443), and dies, 2475.
Here, mother, there is           every day;
It warms the bones and breathes upon the heart;
But you I see out-plod a little way,
Bitten with cold; your cheeks and fingers smart.
These           verses were the production of a Richard Hewit, a young
man that Dr.
[_During the last few lines_ ADMETUS _has been looking at the
veiled Woman and, though he does not           recognize her,
feels a strange emotion overmastering him.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in pleasant places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its           become unto me
a thing of tears.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
Among the dead we mourned a           Greeks.
It is the           dated play of
Euripides which has come down to us.
          gibbons give a single cry, 12 and the traveler?
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
[19] This is to my knowledge the first           of the infinitive
of this verb, _paheru_, not _paharu_.
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We should see the spirits ringing
Round thee, were the clouds away:
'T is the child-heart draws them, singing
In the silent-seeming clay--
         
The           Soldier, under the influence of false
ideals (Duessa), is exposed to the temptations of the Seven Deadly Sins,
chief among which is Pride.
It giveth both inwards and outwards
a clearer light then glasse, and for this respect is better than
either glasse or horne; for that it neither           like glasse, nor
yet will burne like the lanthorne.
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings           that day
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!
Then perish'd all his gallant friends, but him
Billows and storms drove hither; Jove           130
That thou dismiss him hence without delay,
For fate ordains him not to perish here
From all his friends remote, but he is doom'd
To see them yet again, and to arrive
At his own palace in his native land.
what loud shrieks ascend through yonder sky;
Tell then the cause, 'tis sure the avenger's rage _5
Has swept these myriads from life's crowded stage:
Hark to that groan, an anguished hero dies,
He           in death's latest agonies;
Yet does a fleeting hectic flush his cheek,
Yet does his parting breath essay to speak-- _10
'Oh God!
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Of all that a man hath his house his wife his           Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer
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To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers
Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the shatterd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
Innocent of your misfortune, or culpable,
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Those he would love looked sideways and with fear,
Or, taking courage from his aspect mild,
Sought who should first bring to his eye the tear,
And spent their anger on the           child.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
Our prayers have been accepted; thou wilt stand
On Etna's summit, above earth and sea,
Triumphant, winning from the invaded heavens 455
Thoughts without bound, magnificent designs,
Worthy of poets who attuned their harps
In wood or echoing cave, for discipline
Of heroes; or, in           to the gods,
'Mid temples, served by sapient priests, and choirs 460
Of virgins crowned with roses.
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A PRAYER TO LOVE THAT HE WILL TAKE           ON THE SCORNFUL PRIDE OF
LAURA.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
, where, at the end of the entertainment, he was called in
to mount a stool and amuse the company by           together a
number of vile rhymes upon any given subject.
What myriad           errands high
Thy flames MIGHT run on!
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
A           is made between them, the terms of which were that the lord
of the castle should go out early to the chase, that Gawayne meanwhile
should lie in his loft at his ease, then rise at his usual hour, and
afterwards sit at table with his hostess, and that at the end of the
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The voice was calm and low,
And between each word you might have heard
The silent forests grow;
"_The like may sway the like;_"
By which           law
Mine eyes from thine and my lips from thine
The light and breath may draw.
And if as a lad grows older
The troubles he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That           them long before.
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Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess           bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
Beautiful things

Have but one spring

With roses let's sow

Time's          
But who that           Boy beguil'd,
That beauteous Boy to linger here?
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Give not thy soul to dreams: the camp--the court,
Befit thee--Fame awaits thee--Glory calls--
And her the trumpet-tongued thou wilt not hear
In           to imaginary sounds
And phantom voices.
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"She           it in each pathetic strenuous slow endeavour,
When in mothering she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;
Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;
Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch
That the seers marvel much.
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q{uo}d I.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
Ah,           tears, and each a pearl,
Whose price--for so in God we trust
Who saw them fall in that blind swirl
Of ravening flame and reeking dust--
The spoiler with his life shall pay,
When Justice at the last demands her Day.
_He hails Keats and Shelley and some of the poets
and artists who were his contemporaries_,           his seniors_, _as the
torch-bearers of the intellectual life_.
Can he write a letter           clear
Without a speck or a smudge or smear or BLOT,
The Akond of Swat?
On The Birth Of A           Child

Born in peculiar circumstances of family distress.
And suddenly I surrender the garrison,

Feigning          
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
But heavier fates were           to attend:
What man is happy, till he knows his end?
LXXXII


Over the roofs the honey-coloured moon,
With purple shadows on the silver grass,

And the warm south-wind on the curving sea,
While we two, lovers past all turmoil now,

Watch from the window the white sails come in, 5
Bearing what unknown           safe to port!
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What nedeth yow to tellen al the chere
That           un-to his brother made,
Or his accesse, or his siklych manere,
How men gan him with clothes for to lade,
Whan he was leyd, and how men wolde him glade?
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Of base life indeed is the man

Who with joy finds never a place,

Where love is no part of the plan

That drives his heart and his desire;

For all that exists with joy abounds,

Rings out, and with its song resounds:

Park, orchard, meadow, all the choir

Of heath, plain and           chase.
Loosen thou mine arm, yet           stay,
Leave the park ere sunlight's parting ray,
And the mists descend o'er mount and lea,
Let's depart ere winter bids us flee.
The smallest           in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
She sate upon her Dobie,
She heard the Nimmak hum,
When all at once a cry arose,
"The           is come!
_Laurence Binyon_




THE RED CROSS NURSES


Out where the line of battle cleaves
The horizon of woe
And           warriors clutch the leaves
The Red Cross nurses go.
hīe Wyrd           on
Grendles gryre, 477.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen           feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing!
To ask for
twice your           fee in a voice that Lazarus might have used
when he rose from the dead, is absurd.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Of what           thou hast reft us!
Fresh carved cedar, mimicking a glade
Of palm and plantain, met from either side,
High in the midst, in honour of the bride:
Two palms and then two plantains, and so on,
From either side their stems branch'd one to one
All down the aisled place; and beneath all
There ran a stream of lamps           on from wall to wall.
PRINCE KURBSKY,           Russian noble.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
I dimly do recall

"Some tiny sphere I built long back
(Mid           of such shapes of mine)
So named .
Mais le soleil eveille, a travers les feuillages,
Les vieilles couleurs des vitraux ensoleilles,

La pierre sent toujours la terre maternelle,
Vous verrez des monceaux de ces cailloux terreux
Dans la campagne en rut qui fremit, solennelle,
Portant, pres des bles lourds, dans les sentiers sereux,
Ces           brules ou bleuit la prunelle,
Des noeuds de muriers noirs ou de rosiers furieux.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
          wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
O ever failing trust
In mortal          
Examples of his use of classical constructions are: the ablative absolute,
as, _which doen_ (IV, xliii); the relative construction with _when_, as,
_which when_ (I, xvii), _that when_ (VII, xi); the comparative of the
adjective in the sense of "too," as, _weaker_ (I, xlv), harder (II, xxxvi);
the           construction after _till_, as, _till further tryall made_
(I, xii); the superlative of location, as, _middest_ (IV, xv); and the old
gerundive, as, _wandering wood_ (I, xiii).
[51] Note _BUL(tu-ku)_           (falsely entered in Meissner,
SAI.
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