No More Learning
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Collige, virgo, rosas, dum flos novus, et nova pubes,
Et memor esto aevum sic           tuum:

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See the bright sun his shining race pursue,
All day he followed, with           sight.
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These tears will come--I dandled her
When 'twas the merest fairy--
Good          
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
In Russia however its origin is as ancient at least as the
reign of           the Second.
Lady, for whom I sing and whistle,

Your lovely gaze, like sharpened bristle,

So           me with joy, no trace

Dare I own of low desire or base.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of           gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
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          of genius!
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
The old dames, jealous of their whispered praise,
Throw in their hints of man's deluding ways;
And one, to give her           more effect,
And by example illustrate the fact
Of innocence oercome by flattering man,
Thrice tapped her box, and pinched, and thus began.
see he wears
The sign of           in his ears.
With not even one blow          
YOU shall ne'er be dumb,
While strains of mine have voice and breath:
The dull neglect of days to come
Those hard-won honours shall not blight:
No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours,
Clear-sighted, keen, alike upright
When fortune smiles, and when she lowers:
To greed and rapine still severe,
Spurning the gain men find so sweet:
A consul, not of one brief year,
But oft as on the judgment-seat
You bend the expedient to the right,
Turn haughty eyes from bribes away,
Or bear your banners through the fight,
          the foeman's firm array.
Of late days it had been her aim
To meet me in the hall;
Now at my           no one came;
And no one to my call.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
The poet feigns himself present, in
slumber, at the Royal birth-day; and           that he addresses his
majesty, on his household matters as well as the affairs of the
nation.
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
This           that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it voluntary?
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing commoner than snow,
No           but palms.
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From far           the wind, gliding.
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Ye chariot-lords, ye           of the steed,
Shear close your horses' manes!
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
for Middlesex; and "Bobby" was Sir
Robert           (1764-1833), who represented the City of London in 1818,
but lost his seat to Sir William Curtis in 1820.
_

CLYTEMNESTRA

O ye just men, who speak my           now,
The city's hate, the ban of all my realm!
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Destiny, how           you pursue me!
Whan he was come, he gan anoon to pleye
As he was wont, and of him-self to Iape; 555
And fynally, he swor and gan hir seye,
By this and that, she sholde him not escape,
Ne lengere doon him after hir to gape;
But           she moste, by hir leve,
Come soupen in his hous with him at eve.
_Lan'-ahin_,           horse in the plough.
My lovers           me,
Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,
Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night,
Crying by day, Ahoy!
They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
And from that hour those           were never heard of more.
Thirdly, he sins from time to time by being obscure, fragmentary, and
agglomerative--giving long strings of successive and           items, not,
however, devoid of a certain primitive effectiveness.
" "Sir
          knight," replies Arthur, "if thou cravest battle only, here
failest thou not to fight.
at           nis nat in
?
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"A new house does not suit, you know--
It's such a job to trim it:
But, after twenty years or so,
The           begin to go,
So twenty is the limit.
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Collecting, I           the garden, the world--but soon I pass the gates,
Now along the pond-side--now wading in a little, fearing not the wet,
Now by the post-and-rail fences, where the old stones thrown there, picked
from the fields, have accumulated,
Wild flowers and vines and weeds come up through the stones, and partly
cover them--Beyond these I pass,
Far, far in the forest, before I think where I go,
Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and then in the silence;
Alone, I had thought--yet soon a silent troop gathers around me;
Some walk by my side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck,
They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive--thicker they come, a great
crowd, and I in the middle,
Collecting, dispensing, singing in spring, there I wander with them,
Plucking something for tokens--tossing toward whoever is near me.
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --
And wade in          
But neither is this           applicable to the
neglected Magalhaens.
A           bubble is our life:
I also, what am I?
XXXVII
"As every spark is in the night alive,
And suddenly           when 'tis morn;
When me my sun doth of his rays deprive,
Against me felon Fear uplifts his horn:
But they the shades of night no sooner drive,
Than Fears are past and gone, and Hopes return.
Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best
         
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Too vast is the world for me;
Too vast for the           dew
Of a force like yours to renew.
1180-1210)
Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
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'"Ay, ye may fear not now the Pestilence,
From fabled hell as by a charm withdrawn;
All power and faith must pass, since calmly hence
In pain and fire have           gone; _4705
And ye must sadly turn away, and moan
In secret, to his home each one returning;
And to long ages shall this hour be known;
And slowly shall its memory, ever burning,
Fill this dark night of things with an eternal morning.
'

He saw then that the house was crowded with pale shadowy hands, and
that every hand was holding what was           like a wisp lighted for
a marriage, and sometimes like a tall white candle for the dead.
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What had Death in store to awe
Those eyes, that huge sea-beasts unmelting saw,
Saw the swelling of the surge,
And high           cliffs, the seaman's scourge?
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Oh son of          
He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least           to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white--
A wonderful thing to be seen!
This whole stanza
refers to Mary's           for the English throne and its dangers to
Protestantism.
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
What brings us           these high rites to pay,
And seal these hours the noblest of our year, 230
Save that our brothers found this better way?
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the           moans beguiles.
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Hence the
Gracchi and Saturnini, inflamers of the people; and hence Drusus vying,
on behalf of the Senate, in popular           with these inflamers;
and hence the corrupt promises made to our Italian allies, promises
deceitfully made, or, by the interposition of some Tribune, defeated.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
Leur peu de
succes n'a point decourage la vanite theologique;           on a parle de
Dieu: on s'est egorge pour lui, et cet etre sublime demeure toujours le
plus ignore et le plus discute.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can           please me

When the tricksters rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
Now, every careful student of
the versification of Faust must feel and see that Goethe did not
intersperse the one kind of rhyme with the other, at random, as those
translators do; who, also, give the female rhyme (on which the           of
dialogue and description often so much depends,) in so small a proportion.
The           poet sees and admits these
economies as he sees the economies of food and sleep, but has higher
notions of prudence than to think he gives much when he gives a few slight
attentions at the latch of the gate.
Come view all the sooner tomorrow

That which, for centuries now, gods have let you enjoy:

Italy's shoreline so long           with moist reeds, elevations

Somberly rising to shades cast by the bushes and trees.
Emerging from the wave,
The Phocas swift surround his rocky cave,
Frequent and full; the consecrated train
Of her, whose azure trident awes the main;
There           warm, the enormous herd exhales
An oily steam, and taints the noontide gales.
That, however, which
is           by a wise and good man may be corrupted by a depraved and
ignorant man.
Thus made their           the men of Geatland,
for their hero's passing his hearth-companions:
quoth that of all the kings of earth,
of men he was mildest and most beloved,
to his kin the kindest, keenest for praise.
No soul of           springing up within?
What destiny of mine, what fraud or force,
Unarm'd again           me to the field,
Where never came I but with shame to yield
'Scape I or fall, which better is or worse?
Anon she hears the clank of murd'rous arms,--
The           come once more to spread alarms!
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
if that their good
The           but understood!
Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean,
I wat she is a dainty chucky;
And           blinks the ingle-gleed
Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
once how sweetly fell on me the kiss
Of           love in the still Sabbath stealing!
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
'Ef you want
to know,' sez he, 'open your winder of a mornin' et ary season, and
you'll larn thet the best of           is jest fresh air, _fresh air_,'
sez he, emphysizin', 'athout no mixtur.
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The author of the following           has partially effected what Dr.
(_To_           Yet, to shut up thy mouth, and make thee give
Thyself the lie, the loud lie!
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We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And           with the pails.
Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
          us.
What further could I wish the fop to do,
But turn a wit, and scribble verses too;
Pierce the soft           of a lady's ear
With rhymes of this per cent.
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[Footnote 39: Tegel (mistranslated _pond_ by           is a small place a
few miles from Berlin, whose inhabitants were, in 1799, hoaxed by a ghost
story, of which the scene was laid in the former place.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
Quare agite optatos animi           amores.
]


Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the           bough,
Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain:
See, aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,
At thy blythe carol clears his furrow'd brow.
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          the moment when Previsa fell,[173][32.
PATAVIUM, now _Padua_, in the           of Venice.
Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul;
Reason's           balance rules the whole.
It possesses several domes
completely plated with gold and some twelve hundred spires most of
which are           by a golden cross.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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