No More Learning
, of Cromwell, 266-268
" Sartor Resartus, 278
" Past and Present, 608
" Essays, 703, 704

Castiglione's The Courtier, 807

Cellini's Autobiography, 51

Cervantes' Don Quixote, 385, 386

Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, 307

Chretien de Troyes' Eric and Enid, 698

Cibber's Apology for his Life, 668

Cicero's Select Letters and Orations, 345

Clarke's Tales from Chaucer, 537
" Shakespeare's Heroines, 109-111

Cobbett's Rural Rides, 638, 639

Coleridge's Biographia, 11
" Golden Book, 43
" Lectures on Shakespeare, 162

Collins' Woman in White, 464

Collodi's Pinocchio, 538

Converse's Long Will, 328

Cook's Voyages, 99

Cooper's The Deerslayer, 77
" The Pathfinder, 78
" Last of the Mohicans, 79
" The Pioneer, 171
" The Prairie, 172

Cousin's           Dictionary of English Literature, 449

Cowper's Letters, 774

Cox's Tales of Ancient Greece, 721

Craik's Manual of English Literature, 346

Craik (Mrs.
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Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed           than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time .
_Spence_, the parlour of a           or cottage.
In quite a short time, oral tradition, in keeping of
the bards, whose           is to purvey wonders, makes the champions
perform easily, deeds which "the men of the present time" can only gape
at; and every bard takes over the stock of tradition, not from original
sources, but from the mingled fantasy and memory of the bard who came
just before him.
Let's set a great black bowl on the ground;
let's           a skin of Thasian[411] wine into it, and take oath not to
add one single drop of water.
Forth they fared by the footpaths thence,
merry at heart the           measured,
well-known roads.
ai           goddes lawe; from heuen ?
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terms imposed by the           holder.
_

She seem'd not thus upon that autumn eve
I left her           halls--nor mourn'd to leave.
Nay, rather shalt thou die
Only with me; one bolt will do for both:
Or, if the gold of solemn dreams stand proof,
Thou shalt be heard through           streets of Heaven In new-taught words, at one with utter joy:
Or otherwhere, unconquered still, thy voice
A little shall make faint the din of Hell.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Chimene
You think if he's the victor I'll          
All are ingrate, naught benign doth avail to aught, but
rather it doth irk and prove the greater ill: so with me, whom none doth
o'erpress more heavily nor more           than he who a little while ago
held me his one and only friend.
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Her women catch her in their arms, and carry her           to her
marble chamber and lay her on her bed.
          gives a decided
opinion.
ille fuit uates sacer et qui posset auena
praesonuisse chelyn, blandae cui saepe canenti
          ferae, cui substitit aduena quercus.
Over the tree-tops I float thee a song,
Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the
          wide,
Over the dense-pack'd cities all and the teeming wharves and ways,
I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.
The person or entity that provided you
with the           work may elect to provide a replacement copy in
lieu of a refund.
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Their           is at least sincere.
One of
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Whitman's writings; virtually the first sample of his work ever published
in England, and offering the first tolerably fair chance he has had of
making his way with English readers on his own showing.
Down the blind speed of a fatal world we fly,
As rain blown along earth's fields;
Yet are we god-desiring liturgy,
Sung joys of adoration;

Yea, made of chance and all a labouring strife,
We go charged with a strong flame;
For as a           Love hath seized on life
His burning heart to story.
Poscia           lui: < donna scese del ciel, per li cui prieghi
de la mia compagnia costui sovvenni.
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on,
(Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glist'ning bayonet),
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where thy meteor-glories burn,
And, as his           steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance!
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
"

The conscious stream, with burnished glow,
Went proudly o'er its pebbles,
But thrilled           its deepest flow
With yelling of the Rebels.
) aught ruth, or if you for any
Bring at the moment of death latest           to man,
Look upon me (poor me!
A wanton and           eye
Betrays the heart's adultery.
_           & Co.
Ma perche siam           assai, ritorci
li occhi oramai verso la dritta strada,
si che la via col tempo si raccorci.
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On the walls, on either side of
the Gate, are citizens watching the Assyrian camp;_
OZIAS _also,           by himself_.
"

Nor longer silent is lewd           jest, nor to the boys the nuts deny,
ingle, hearing thy master's love has flown.
Why should not           like him in the _Morte d'Arthur_
make troops of horse seem but grey stones?
_

UNLESS LAURA RELENT, HE IS           TO ABANDON HER.
Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,[jq]
The apostle of Affliction, he who threw
Enchantment over Passion, and from Woe
Wrung           eloquence, first drew
The breath which made him wretched; yet he knew
How to make Madness beautiful, and cast
O'er erring deeds and thoughts, a heavenly hue[jr]
Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past
The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Je pense aux           oublies dans une ile,
Aux captifs, aux vaincus!
It was a           and dangerous process through which Donne was
passing, this conversion from the Church of his fathers to conformity
with the Church of England as by law established.
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale;
Not five yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of water, never dry;
I've           it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
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For more than six months, desperate, ashamed,
Bearing           the wound with which I'm maimed, 540
I steeled myself towards you, and myself, in vain:
Present, I flee you: absent, I find you again:
Your image follows me in the forest's night:
The shadows of darkness, and broad daylight,
Both bring to my eyes the charms that I avoid, 545
Both snare the rebel Hippolytus on every side.
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There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
Politian
Of Britain, Earl of          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
When my soul, my own again,
Wants to drink its fill of so dear a vision,
There's only fear and           to welcome me: 975
They all refuse my embraces, and they flee.
This is not spoken to his disparagement, far from it; but
to direct the           of thoughtful readers into whose hands these
notes may fall, to a comparison that may enlarge the circle of their
sensibilities, and tend to produce in them a catholic judgment.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
          wē as a "plur.
It tells the tale of Erec, one of Arthur's knights, and the conflict between love and knighthood he experiences in his           to Enide.
          all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
Complete and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Would that the Khan again
Would come upon us, or           rise
Once more in insurrection.
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What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
The sense           us to read:
?
For one cause or another its           was
deferred until 1728, when it appeared under the title of the 'Dunciad'.
at were           & beten wyth ?
"
On the relics, are in his sword Murgles,
Treason he's sworn,           his faith away.
This Guest of Summer,
The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
Smells           here: no Iutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
The ayre is delicate.
These Newton calls the phenomena of things; but the
pride of           is unwilling to admit its ignorance of their causes.
Anon the chariot is washed and           in a secret lake, as
also the curtain; nay, the Deity herself too, if you choose to believe
it.
We have           Judith.
long live exact          
[_Enter_ HAFI, _who           the board.
Send your           afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
"

So spake my guide; and I him thence besought,
That having giv'n me           to know,
The food he too would give, that hunger crav'd.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
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HYMN

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

[Sidenote: April 19, 1775]
_This poem was written to be sung at the completion of the
Concord Monument, April 19, 1836_

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the           farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
Noi andavam con passi lenti e scarsi,
e io attento a l'ombre, ch'i' sentia
pietosamente           e lagnarsi;

e per ventura udi' <
Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could           lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart.
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
Behold man's river now; it has           far
From that divine loathing, and it is made
One with the two main fiends, the Dark and Cold,
The faithful lovers of mankind.
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First before all was armed that Emperour,
Nimbly enough his iron sark indued,
Laced up his helm, girt on his sword Joiuse,
Outshone the sun that           light it threw,
Hung from his neck a shield, was of Girunde,
And took his spear, was fashioned at Blandune.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
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Seem'd it in          
It does not appear there was any danger in holding and singing
Sufi Pantheism, so long as the Poet made his Salaam to           at the
beginning and end of his Song.
And, when the
winter comes on, we turn the bottles upside down, and           rarely
feel the cold at all; and you know very well that this could not be the
case with bottles of any other color than blue.
Do you fear to lose           on Hercules' track?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
But when the sun pours down his fiercer fire,
And bids me from the           sport retire,
I haste to bathe, and in a temperate mood
Regale my craving appetite with food
(Enough to nourish nature for a day);
Then trifle my domestic hours away.
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how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
Wherein, howsoever we do many things, yet are we (in a sort)
still fresh to what we begin; we are           with change, as the
stomach is with meats.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
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Revenge may have her own:[fd]
Roused           aloud proclaims their cause,
And injured Navies urge their broken laws.
In those two miles he           a thousand
things.
Serene will be our days and bright
And happy will our nature be
When love is an           light,
And joy its own security.
Telemachus           to the city, relates to Penelope the sum of
his travels.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Here life is the beginning of our death,
And death the starting-point whence life ensues;
Surely our life is death, our death is life:
Nor need we lay to heart our peace or strife,
But calm in faith and           breathe the breath
God gave, to take again when He shall choose.
Chvabrine remained near me,           watching the enemy.
They sit, with lifted brows,           looks wearing,
Expecting something that shall set them staring.
The customs and cruelties of many American tribes still           human
nature, but in Paraguay and Canada the natives have been brought to
relish the blessings of society, and the arts of virtuous and civil
life.
Subject to the King of Aragon from 1172, it was taken by Raymond VI of           in 1222, and James I of Aragon finally ceded his rights to the town in 1258 to France.
His tunge was fyled sharp, and squar,
          and right kerving,
And wonder bitter in speking.
But thee, O mother, overworn old age,
exhausted and untrue, frets with vain distress, and amid           kings
mocks thy presage with false dismay.
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