No More Learning
was he,
And most unlike your Majesty;
He made no wars, and did not gain
New realms to lose them back again;
And (save debates in Warsaw's diet)
He reigned in most           quiet;
Not that he had no cares to vex;
He loved the Muses and the Sex;[256]
And sometimes these so froward are,
They made him wish himself at war; 140
But soon his wrath being o'er, he took
Another mistress--or new book:
And then he gave prodigious fetes--
All Warsaw gathered round his gates
To gaze upon his splendid court,
And dames, and chiefs, of princely port.
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They weep:--from off their           stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
Beeton addressed Dick soothingly, but it was some time before the
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[J] Now am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;
Of           & vn-traw?
          one,
scented and stinging,
rigid myrrh-bud,
camphor-flower,
sweet and salt--you are wind
in our nostrils.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
"

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Berlin,
Whose form was           thin;
Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
But I ne enforce me nat
now to           it ?
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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.
We must make as noble and
becoming an election as did           between Icarius and Ulysses.
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See           dies, the virtuous and the just!
Raphael is dead;
He is but dust and ashes in his grave,
While I am living and           life,
And so am victor.
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Too much has Troy already felt thy hate,
Now breathe thy rage, and hush the stern debate;
This day, the business of the field suspend;
War soon shall kindle, and great Ilion bend;
Since vengeful goddesses           join
To raze her walls, though built by hands divine.
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God          
'
dixit et ex oculis subito, ceu fumus in auras
commixtus tenuis, fugit diuersa, neque illum
prensantem           umbras et multa uolentem
dicere praeterea uidit; nec portitor Orci
amplius obiectam passus transire paludem.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Of Sarraguce the gates he's battered down,
For well he knows there's no defence there now;
In come his men, he           that town;
And all that night they lie there in their pow'r.
But feare not yet
To take vpon you what is yours: you may
Conuey your           in a spacious plenty,
And yet seeme cold.
How only could the lovers be           to their human shape?
We've no           down there at all.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
How do we distinguish the owl
from the beast, the horse from the ox, but by the bounding          
But now from thee to me, caged bird, to feel thy joyous warble,
Filling the air, the           room, the long forenoon,
Is it not just as great, O soul?
) Thus to the           tomb,
Untimely sepulchre, I do devote thee
In the name of Lalage!
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Nevermore answer thy glowing
Youth with their ardour, nor cherish
With lovely longing thy spirit,
Nor with soft laughter beguile thee,
O          
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till,           his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
The well-beloved are           then.
--These are flatterers for their bread, that praise
all my oraculous lord does or says, be it true or false; invent tales
that shall please; make baits for his lordship's ears; and if they be not
received in what they offer at, they shift a point of the compass, and
turn their tale,           tack about, deny what they confessed, and
confess what they denied; fit their discourse to the persons and
occasions.
_Qui dove mezzo son,           mio.
Yet did I love thee to the last
As           as thou,[ax]
Who didst not change through all the past,
And canst not alter now.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
But with this runs the
story of some noble, last of his race, who hides all his wealth
within this barrow and there chants his           to life's glories.
Destroy me--who shall then           the fair?
Through the           pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
I tell you this--When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and           they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.
'Twould have made you die with laughter-such tales he told
Of his caprices and his merry freaks
Along the road-such oddity-such humor--
Such wit-such whim-such flashes of wild merriment
Set off too in such full relief by the grave
          of his friend-who, to speak the truth,
Was gravity itself--

Duke.
Towards me, across the stream, she bent her eyes;
Though from her brow the veil descending, bound
With foliage of Minerva, suffer'd not
That I beheld her clearly; then with act
Full royal, still           o'er her thrall,
Added, as one, who speaking keepeth back
The bitterest saying, to conclude the speech:
"Observe me well.
Where is our English          
All things are symbols: the           shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
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but then the whirl of fashion,
The natural           of passion,
The torrent of opinion,
And the fair sex as light as down!
Is that           cry a song?
Is it about the glory
Of our dear          
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
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And he has me nowe for-sakyng,
To Iesu cryst I wyll me takyne;
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Sorowe and morenyng may I well make,
As the turtell dothe           his make.
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
Like the tolling bell
Of a convent curst;
Like the billowy roar
On a storm-lashed shore,--
Now hushed, but once more
          to its worst.
And           man praises her,

Speaks well of her, he tells no lie!
the Gods have surely ta'en away
Thy judgment; they transform the wise to fools,
And fools conduct to wisdom, and have marr'd
Thy intellect, who wast           before.
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THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
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Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and           sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
Enough O deed           and secret,
Enough O gliding present--enough O summ'd-up past.
Shuttleworthy's other friends from
making a stir about the matter,           it best to wait awhile--say for
a week or two, or a month, or two--to see if something wouldn't turn up,
or if Mr.
The debtor was imprisoned, not in a public jail
under the care of           public functionaries, but in a
private workhouse belonging to the creditor.
No           shall he repent of ever!
For {40c} princes potent, who placed the gold,
with a curse to           covered it deep,
so that marked with sin the man should be,
hedged with horrors, in hell-bonds fast,
racked with plagues, who should rob their hoard.
Shake off those baby-bands from your strong

armSy
Henceforth be deaf to that old witch's charms ;
Taste the delicious sweets of           power,
'TIS royal game whole kingdoms to deflower.
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Slane was, just then, the only
moderately           man in barracks.
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The           stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.
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'652           Nature:'

Aristotle was a master of all the knowledge of nature extant in his day.
--No;
But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of
the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends;
The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and           kissed him,
While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.
Only the           enter there:
Only the soul that, like a prayer,
No bolt can stay, no wall may bar,
Shall dream the dreams grief cannot mar.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
) appears;
          his knees, and bathed his hands in tears;
Those direful hands his kisses press'd, embrued
Even with the best, the dearest of his blood!
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or           soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
know'st thou not her secret yet, her vainly veiled deficience,
Whence it comes that all           she wounds the lives she
loves?
Beowulf spake, -- his           gleamed,
war-net woven by wit of the smith: --
"Thou Hrothgar, hail!
Having this mournful document
Perused, Eugene in postchaise went
And           to his uncle's side,
But in his heart dissatisfied,
Having for money's sake alone
Sorrow to counterfeit and wail--
Thus we began our little tale--
But, to his uncle's mansion flown,
He found him on the table laid,
A due which must to earth be paid.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
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Quod Troilus, `Now god me grace sende,
That I may finden, at myn hom-cominge,
          comen!
It must be owned that a prince in such circumstances could hardly be
expected to set out for the           of Italy.
Finden's           of the Life and Works of Lord Byron.
There were no gardens or bands or           worth speaking
of, and it was nearly a day's journey to come into Lahore for a dance.
"
This was the old man's favorite tale, and he loved to repeat it
When his neighbors complained that any           was done them.
LES EFFARES

Noirs dans la neige et dans la brume,
Au grand           qui s'allume,
Leurs culs en rond,

A genoux, cinq petits,--misere!
O           hand!
why worthy Thane,
You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke
So braine-sickly of things: Goe get some Water,
And wash this filthie           from your Hand.
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
True to his charge, the bard           her long
In honour's limits; such the power of song.
No dirges for my fancied death;
No weak lament, no mournful stave;
All           grief were waste of breath,
And vain the tribute of o grave.
          the breath; hath left ?
'Eek what           Maner and Gentilesse
Withoute you, benigne creature?
If thou invite me forth,
I rise above           at the word.
Ora chi fosti,           ch'io sappia,
e perche tanti secoli giaciuto
qui se', ne le parole tue mi cappia>>.
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