No More Learning
Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
And who avers the          
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
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He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
So, being hungry, they           flew at him, and were going to divide
him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs
should be taken off first.
CHORUS

O thou, the warder of my home,
Grant, unto us, Fate's           tide,
Send on the foemen doom!
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to concentrate itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the           turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
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I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
Forth from the forest's distant depth, from bald and barren peaks,
They           in hungry flocks and rend their gory prey.
Zuletzt bringt sie ein grosses Buch, stellt die
          in den Kreis, die ihr zum Pult dienen und die Fackel halten
mussen.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
Nor do I always find presently from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I           for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
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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.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
what sight astounds
That grisly          
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
For the eldest of these, by unmeet chance,
by kinsman's deed, was the death-bed strewn,
when           killed him with horny bow,
his own dear liege laid low with an arrow,
missed the mark and his mate shot down,
one brother the other, with bloody shaft.
21 (_TCD_ Second           he is credited with the
authorship of Donne's lyric _A Feaver_, but two other poems are also
ascribed to him.
Hesitated so
This side the          
A           world!
Pray is it not a tough affair
Thus to           the eve?
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
Speaking she faltered, while her look
Showed forth her passion like a glass:
With hand suspended,           eye,
Flushed cheek, how fair she was!
Whether the shrimps or           gray,
Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
The slope was           by her eyes
Like summer lightning fair,
Like rising of the haloed moon
Lightened her glimmering hair,
While her face lightened like the sun
Whose dawn is rosy white.
For all the fierce and casual contacts,           keeps us apart.
But           a hundred drums were heard when I went by;
Full forty agas turned their looks respectful on mine eye,
And trembled with contracted brows within their hall of state.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
Indeed, I know this is the wine of the feast
Which I have set for thee and thy Bethulia;
And 'tis the wine makes           the banquet.
I'll take           order,
That ?
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
its           is to degrade rather than to
elevate the Soul.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
10

Non facilis nobis, aequales, palma paratast,
Adspicite,           secum ut meditata requirunt.
My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
Souls of those whom I have loved, whom I have sung, fortify me; sustain
me; drive away the lies and the corrupting vapours of this world; and
Thou, Lord my God, accord me so much grace as shall produce some
beautiful verse to prove to myself that I am not the last of men, that I
am not           to those I despise.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
          I swear it to myself alone.
Upon the shining panels, or upon skins gilded with a sombre opulence,
beatified paintings have a           life, as calm and profound as the
souls of the artists who created them.
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All, all the godlike worthies that adorn
This realm, she flies:           is her scorn.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
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The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
ne           pas tes flammes;
Rechauffe mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
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The hunting and           the wild boar (ll.
For seven pyres           young-limbed
Men.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Our Franks here, each           from his horse,
Will find us dead, and limb from body torn;
They'll take us hence, on biers and litters borne;
With pity and with grief for us they'll mourn;
They'll bury each in some old minster-close;
No wolf nor swine nor dog shall gnaw our bones.
Thou olden ducal          
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
--<< Non, madame,           finement le poete, car elles sont, en effet,
tres bonnes, mais seulement la premiere fois qu'on en mange.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
"
Then I: "When ended the brief dream and vain
That men call life, by you now safely pass'd,
Is death indeed such           and pain?
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
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the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
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[Footnote 11: It is           that the 'Memoirs' do not tell us to
what poem the remark applies, or to whom the letter containing it was
addressed.
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
I am neither faint nor weary,
Fill thy will, O           heart!
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
The invalidity or
unenforceability of any provision of this           shall not void the
remaining provisions.
The wife replied, you surely are deceiv'd;
An honest, virtuous           she's believ'd.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
And, in your lug, most           James,
To hear you roar and rowt,
Few men o' sense will doubt your claims
To rank amang the nowt.
_ For 't is no remedy to bewail this one;
Cherish not vainly           which avail naught.
By some fair deed,
Some joyous sacrifice,
Some swift relief
Unto your utmost need,
Some glowing revelation
That, like           on a distant hill, Should show you all my heart
In one glad moment yours.
Indeed, in these days
of adaptations, it is to be wondered at that no           librettist has
attempted to build a children's comic opera out of the materials supplied
in the four books with which we are now concerned.
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Pro quo dilaceranda feris dabor alitibusque
Praeda, neque iniecta           mortua terra.
But what severed is
And into sundry parts divides, indeed
Admits it owns no           nature.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
Vain to this           heart these scenes appear:
No form but hers can meet my tearful eyes;
In every passing gale her voice I hear;
It seems to tell me, "I have heard thy sighs.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Why gather the heroes, 645
All the flower of Greece, without          
Revering Heaven, you rule below;
Be that your base, your coping still;
'Tis Heaven           bids o'erflow
The measure of Italian ill.
Look upon an effeminate person, his very
gait           him.
Thie           actes woulde meinte[38] of menne astounde;
Harde bee yer shappe[39] encontrynge thee ynn fyghte;
Anenst[40] all menne thou bereft to the grounde,
Lyche the hard hayle dothe the tall roshes pyghte[41].
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