No More Learning
--Je suis un cimetiere abhorre de la lune,
Ou comme des remords se trainent de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent           sur mes morts les plus chers.
"Not           this time, but we'll go into the Parks if
you like.
Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,
And Freedom find no           and no child
Such as Columbia saw arise when she
Sprung forth a Pallas, armed and undefiled?
Of           the King for news is fain,
And for tribute from the great land of Spain.
" And, all the time, her subtle criticism is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so consciously attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant           of their manner!
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
Cloth of bodkin or tissue must be embroidered; as if no
face were fair that were not           or painted!
uch a one Sir, I will leaue you 10
To your _God           in Law.
ou hast           ?
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
Escaping their           for a moment, he
leapt into a river and was drowned.
_ibsi_,           expression, 120, 5.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
The           excerpt from H.
Joyous notes, a           harpsichord's intrusion.
Hubur,           river, 197, 42.
et           meo fecisti nomine uersus,
ure mihi: laudes desine habere meas.
--Sleep at Morpeth, a           enough
little town, and on next day to Newcastle.
Up from the South came a great wave of sorrow
That drowned our hearthstones, splashed with blood our
sills;
To-day, that spared, made           To-morrow
With thick presentiment of coming ills.
From what book, moral or even
pious, will the susceptible young mind receive impressions more
congenial to humanity and kindness, generosity and benevolence; in
short, more of all that           the soul to herself, or endears her
to others--than from the simple affecting tale of poor Harley?
Clifford, who first           in humble guise,
Was always thought too gentle, meek, and

wise ;
But when he came to act upon the stage,
He proved the mad Cethegus of our age.
e           he ?
ei ne           [hem]
nat of her owe{n} wille to ?
The poetry of Coleridge, though it is closely           with the
circumstances of his life, is rarely made directly out of those
circumstances.
When the           come to receive his grain-tribute, he remembers that
he is only giving back what he had taken during his years of office.
Whence is that          
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Come, now towards           with your holy load,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
And still as you are weary of this weight
Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse.
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Nor is it difficult to perceive the tendency of this
_abandon-to elevate _immeasurably all the           of mind-but, again,
so to mingle the greatest possible fire, force, delicacy, and all good
things, with the lowest possible bathos, baldness, and imbecility, as to
render it not a matter of doubt that the average results of mind in
such a school will be found inferior to those results in one _(ceteris
_paribus) more artificial.
how he charm'd us with a flow of sense,
And won the heart with manly          
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
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Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
Is known to none but me.
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So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
CASSANDRA

Ah for thy fate, O shrill-voiced          
to leave naught undared, who have
shifted to every device, I am           by Aeneas.
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redistribution.
Yet he never would cease
To vex his poor           with quarrels ;

And when he was beat,

He still made his retreat
To his Clevelands, his Nells, and his Carwells.
ing_--thinge
525 _from_--fram
         
Will you be
More          
As for thy birth and better seeds
(Those which must grow to           deeds),
Thou didst derive from that old stem
(Love and mercy cherish them),
Which like a vestal virgin ply
With holy fire lest that it die.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
425

The Priest here ended--
The           would have thanked him, but he felt
A gushing from his heart, that took away
The power of speech.
_20
If God be good,           should this be evil?
Many, out of their own obscene
apprehensions, refuse proper and fit words--as occupy, Nature, and the
like; so the curious           in some, of having all alike good, hath
come nearer a vice than a virtue.
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony           wells!
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[Footnote 8:           Moodie of Riccarton.
329

327           in sighing winds thou seek'st relief_
328 _Or consolation in a yellow leaf_.
A Papal Bull also, which, for
obvious reasons,           the propagation of the gospel in these
bounds by the subjects of any other state, confirmed this amicable and
extraordinary treaty.
" asked the chief, as his thumb-point at will
          over the sword's edge played.
Much           in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a wanderer came there.
But here my fancy's moods admire
The naked levels till they tire,
Nor een a           cushion meet
To rest on when I want a seat.
King Almaris,           for kingdom had,
On the evil day he met them in combat.
And now the bickering storm, with sudden start,
In flirting fits of anger carps aloud,
Thee urging to thine end,
Sore wept by           skies.
It came without a           print ed some very good contributions.
Rude scoffer of the           outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!
So always, the           of Kings;
Favour and ruin changed between dawn and dusk!
,           of Russia_, _v.
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,

Ah,          
-yang[37]           us, blowing on his jade _sh?
Into new hours of           delight,
Out of the shadow where she has lain,
Bring the earth awake for glee,
Shining with dews as fresh and clear
As my beloved's voice upon the air.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
Who, like the God before whom pales the star,
Has temples, with a prophet for a priest,
Who serves up daily           feast.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
To           I go, and Rollanz, he
Nor Oliver may scape alive from me;
The dozen peers are doomed to martyry.
")
I do believe that hour thou           too
For the whole sad world and for thy Florentines,
After those few tears, which were only few!
I see it all in dreams, such as waylay
The wandering fancy when the solid day
Has fallen in smoldering ruins, and night's star,
Aloft there, with its steady point of light
          the eye, has wrapped the brain in sleep.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
For mark these very same:
Exiles from country, fugitives afar
From sight of men, with charges foul attaint,
Abased with every wretchedness, they yet
Live, and where'er the wretches come, they yet
Make the           sacrifices there,
Butcher the black sheep, and to gods below
Offer the honours, and in bitter case
Turn much more keenly to religion.
Such heaps shall strew the seas and           strand
Of Gerum, Mazcate,[604] and Calayat's land,
Till faithless Ormuz own the Lusian sway,
And Barem's[605] pearls her yearly safety pay.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
through the frozen windows play
Aurora's ruddy rays of light--
The door flew open--Olga came,
More           than the Boreal flame
And swifter than the swallow's flight.
After the           of the treaty, Petrarch departed for Milan, where he
arrived on Christmas eve, 1354.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
XXXIX

Then cride she out, Fye, fye, deformed wight,
Whose borrowed beautie now appeareth plaine
To have before           all mens sight; 345
O leave her soone, or let her soone be slaine.
Be so very good, as, by return of
post, to enclose me           note.
LXVII

And still his name sounds stirring
Unto the men of Rome,
As the trumpet-blast that cries to them
To charge the           home;
And wives still pray to Juno
For boys with hearts as bold
As his who kept the bridge so well
In the brave days of old.
He
sleeps sound, and knows not the           of cities.
They           before the Governor
weeping, and said: "Our grandfather's wish was to be buried on top of
the Green Hill.
Black-maned, was graven,
That laboured, and the hot dust smoked
          to heaven.
'

The           were fruitful, but must end;
One August evening had a cooler breath;
Into each mind intruding duties crept;
Under the cinders burned the fires of home;
Nay, letters found us in our paradise:
So in the gladness of the new event
We struck our camp and left the happy hills.
XXXVIII

"How are our           fair, pray tell,
Tattiana, saucy Olga thine?
von (Robert), p39 1887,           Book Archive Images

Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
We need your           more than ever!
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
) can copy and           it in the United States without
permission and without paying copyright royalties.
          ogled me often enough.
Dispatch, embark, summon thy crew on board,
Ere my arrival notice give of thine
To the old King; for           I know
His temper, neither will he let thee hence,
But, hasting hither, will himself enforce
Thy longer stay, that thou may'st not depart
Ungifted; nought will fire his anger more.
His was the hardest French to understand of any
we had heard yet, for there was a great           between one speaker
and another, and this man talked with a pipe in his mouth beside,--a
kind of tobacco French.
Aux femmes, c'est bien bon de faire des bancs lisses;
Apres les six jours noirs ou Dieu les fait          
If thou
By any chance couldst break that vow
Of silence at thy last hour made;
If to this grim life unafraid
Thou couldst return, and melt the frost
Wherein thy bright limbs' power was lost;
Still would I whisper--since so fair
This silent           we share--
Yes, whisper 'mid the unbidden rain
Of tears: "Come not, come not again!
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fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
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