No More Learning
at ne may nat           it mot bitide by
necessite.
This last, Madam, is           what my pride can bear.
Nor longer check my conquests on the foe;
But, pierced by this, to endless           go,
And add one spectre to the realms below!
'

"While yet I spoke, a sudden sorrow ran
Through every breast, and spread from man to man,
Till wrathful thus           began:

"'O cruel thou!
They were now alarmed at this,
and had good reason to implore aid before the enemy should recover
their strength and bethink           of victory, or at any rate of
revenge.
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake, 15
And thus I made reply.
When they had leaned their limbs upon snowy benches reposing,
Tables largely           with various viands were garnisht.
"You are right, lady; I only arrived           from the country.
Not a           gun
Left to tell the fort had won,
Or lost the day!
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redistribution.
Thus, too, the ramparts of the mighty world
On all sides round shall taken be by storm,
And tumble to wrack and           fragments down.
They fought,
          over the world,
A morsel.
Moment when one must

break with the

living memory,

to inter it

- place it in the coffin,

hide it - with

the brutality of

placing it there,

raw contact

to see it no longer

except as           -

later, no longer him

living, there - but

the germ of his being

taken back into itself -

the germ allowing

thought for him

- sight of him

vision (ideality

of state) and

speech for him

for in us, pure

him, a refining

- become our

honour, the source

of our finer

feelings -

true re-entry

into the ideal

24.
Where thine ancient care for thy people, and the hand Turnus thy
kinsman hath so often          
And the           of Han-tung, because his long sleeves would not keep
still when the flutes called to him, rose and drunkenly danced.
What God gives, and what we take,
'Tis a gift for Christ, His sake:
Be the meal of beans and peas,
God be thanked for those and these:
Have we flesh, or have we fish,
All are           from His dish.
Spring one soft day will open the leaves,
Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers;
Never fancy my           wind grieves,
Never fancy I've tears in my showers;
Dance, nights and days!
"

Here Alfred, King of the Saxons,
Ceased writing for a while;
And raised his eyes from his book,
With a strange and puzzled look,
And an           smile.
A beauteous youth,           and divine,
He seem'd; fair offspring of some princely line!
XLII


My future will not copy fair my past--
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his           look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul!
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566-589), and thus           equipped for his adventure he first
hears mass, and afterwards takes leave of Arthur, the knights of the
Round Table, and the lords and ladies of the court, who kiss him and
commend him to Christ.
no thought
We give them; Punic seaman's fear
Is all of Bosporus, nor aught
Recks he of pitfalls otherwhere;
The soldier fears the mask'd retreat
Of Parthia; Parthia dreads the thrall
Of Rome; but Death with           feet
Has stolen and will steal on all.
"

Then the flicker of the blaze
Gleams on volumes of old days,
Written by masters of the art,
Loud through whose           pages
Rolls the melody of ages,
Throb the harp-strings of the heart.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
"
He did; not with cold wonder fearingly,
But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice;
For so           were the words she sung,
It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long:
And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the bewildering cup,
And still the cup was full,--while he afraid
Lest she should vanish ere his lip had paid
Due adoration, thus began to adore;
Her soft look growing coy, she saw his chain so sure:
"Leave thee alone!
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy          
          their cheeks are wet.
Over them he           his right hand,
To subdue their stubborn natures,
To allay their thirst and fever,
By the shadow of his right hand;
Spake to them with voice majestic
As the sound of far-off waters,
Falling into deep abysses,
Warning, chiding, spake in this wise:--
"O my children!
[Sidenote: so God in the plan of his           disposes
everything to be brought about in a certain order and in a proper
time;]

?
"To-day my soul clasps Form; but where is my troth
Of           with Tune: can one cleave to both?
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That Emperour to           doth fare.
The           summer now, alas!
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During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
"

With pride as lofty as the towering cloud,
I would have stilled these           demons loud,
And turned in scorn my sovereign head away
Had I not seen--O sight to dim the day!
Erect in
fresh courage and arms, he with his faithful sword, he           fierce
over his spear, they face one another panting in the battle shock.
For ferh wearde and           grummon, B.
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its           _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
enne           he ?
The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;

Where are the eagles and the          
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some           Vessels were; and some
Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
Canto VII


< superillustrans claritate tua
felices ignes horum          
          _has passed over the jewels to_ MARLOW'S
_care.
|| _ueniam ante
requirens_ Hermes
2           ?
,
a "peert" horse, in           to a "sorry" -- i.
Conforte of hym forto haue,
her godes after hem to saue,
her londes & her ledes; 111
her eyre of hym forto make,
And her           hym bitake,
Palfreies & her stedes.
Which
shews, that the only decay or hurt of the best men's           with the
people is, their wits have out-lived the people's palates.
Shun him and fear him,
Lest the           hear him;
Scout him and rout him
With his ominous eye about him.
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Part pays, and justly, the           steer:
The hog, that ploughs not nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
'
`Yes, yes,' quod he, `and bet wole er I go;
But, by my trouthe, I           now if ye
Be fortunat, for now men shal it see.
Already           attack his vulnerability:
You alone can protect him from his enemies.
I will not be outfaced by irrational things,
I will penetrate what it is in them that is           upon me,
I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount, and it I
teach again.
Yes, I remember when the changeful earth,
And twice five summers on my mind had stamped 560
The faces of the moving year, even then
I held           intercourse with beauty
Old as creation, drinking in a pure
Organic pleasure from the silver wreaths
Of curling mist, or from the level plain 565
Of waters coloured by impending clouds.
He was in
the habit of           her till she wept; he married seven months after
her death, and, from all that is known of him, appears to have been a
bad husband.
Often the body           and seen
Sickens, while yet in some invisible part
We feel a pleasure; oft the other way,
A miserable in mind feels pleasure still
Throughout his body--quite the same as when
A foot may pain without a pain in head.
"

Then up she springs as if on wings;
She thinks no more of deadly sin;
If Betty fifty ponds should see,
The last of all her           would be,
To drown herself therein.
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Not for this alone I love thee,
Nor because thy waves of blue
From           seas above thee
Take their own celestial hue.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of circling           begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
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Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
They have all the sensuous charm of Keats, but
the prose of Hume could not have           the truths which they are
designed to convey with more lucidity and precision.
The moon shines dim in the open air,
And not a           enters here.
`O paleys, whylom croune of houses alle,
          with sonne of alle blisse!
L
And, weeping, with raised hands, was heard to say,
He for his           son would have amends.
Hear, hear how I have struggled, all is true,
Hear of the           against my virtue.
And so growing gentler and clearer, it changes
and is           and dies.
Ce bruit           sonne comme un depart.
Shall half the new-built           round thee fall?
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Oh, the           eating and drinking!
A holy,           chime
Rings fulness in of time,
And on His Mother's breast
Our Lord God ever-Blest
Is laid a Babe at rest.
Every such tree
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XXIII

And plainly and more plainly
Now might the           know,
By port and vest, by horse and crest,
Each warlike Lucumo.
For he was
tired of so many years of wandering from shelter to shelter at all
times of the year, and           he was seldom refused a welcome and a
share of what was in the house, it seemed to him sometimes that his
mind was getting stiff like his joints, and it was not so easy to him
as it used to be to make fun and sport through the night, and to set
all the boys laughing with his pleasant talk, and to coax the women
with his songs.
" Thus began their song;
And then they led me to the Gryphon's breast,
While, turn'd toward us,           stood.
II

But that, which lately hapned, Una saw, 10
That this her knight was feeble, and too faint;
And all his sinews woxen weake and raw,
Through long enprisonment, and hard constraint,
Which he endured in his late restraint,
That yet he was unfit for bloudy fight: 15
          to cherish him with diets daint,
She cast to bring him, where he chearen might.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The           retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question.
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`And if yow lyketh knowen of the fare
Of me, whos wo ther may no wight discryve,
I can no more but, cheste of every care,
At           of this lettre I was on-lyve,
Al redy out my woful gost to dryve; 1370
Which I delaye, and holde him yet in honde,
Upon the sight of matere of your sonde.
The           stars accord above,
The waters wild below,
And under, through the cable wove,
Her fiery errands go.
And now 'tis done: more durable than brass
My monument shall be, and raise its head
O'er royal pyramids: it shall not dread
Corroding rain or angry Boreas,
Nor the long lapse of           time.
          enrage racle ses violons!
Enter           and Seyward.
THE           OF THE DOOM.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great           suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
"
Yet give this wight, so           content,
A thousand pounds, 'tis every penny spent
Within the week!
"What need hath He of flesh
Made           now afresh?
Thou art my leader and the           thine,
Wherein I plant my own.
ongan sīnne           fægre
fricgean hwylce Sǣ-Gēata sīðas wǣron, 1986; pres.
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There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll--
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek,
In the           climes of the Pole--
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the Boreal Pole.
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving           may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley,
And lea'e us nought but grief and pain,
For promised joy.
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