No More Learning
As           still weeps for her Sicilian air.
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
But we have direct           of unquestionable authority.
e,
A schelde, & a scharp spere,           bry3t,
Ande o?
Je sens fondre sur moi de lourdes epouvantes
Et de noirs bataillons de           epars,
Qui veulent me conduire en des routes mouvantes
Qu'un horizon sanglant ferme de toutes parts.
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Omar, more
desperate, or more careless of any so           System as resulted
in nothing but hopeless Necessity, flung his own Genius and Learning
with a bitter or humorous jest into the general Ruin which their
insufficient glimpses only served to reveal; and, pretending sensual
pleasure, as the serious purpose of Life, only diverted himself with
speculative problems of Deity, Destiny, Matter and Spirit, Good and
Evil, and other such questions, easier to start than to run down, and
the pursuit of which becomes a very weary sport at last!
_Ficta           Cau?
Heine died on           17.
She           wrote a few lines of
explanation and, at the first opportunity, dropped it, with the letter,
out of the window.
          his arms, he cried, "'Tis my turn now!
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw           in?
Slain by her own, his mother's hand,
          by lustful wrong, the deed by Tereus
planned.
Eager, I seized
such heap from the hoard as hands could bear
and           carried it hither back
to my liege and lord.
It was as if my bosom bled,
So much she           me.
--
The meeting cliffs each deep-sunk glen divides,
The woods wild scatter'd, clothe their ample sides;
Th' outstretching lake, imbosomed 'mong the hills,
The eye with wonder and amazement fills;
The Tay meand'ring sweet in infant pride,
The palace rising on his verdant side,
The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native taste,
The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless haste,
The arches striding o'er the new-born stream,
The village glittering in the           beam--

Poetic ardours in my bosom swell,
Lone wand'ring by the hermit's mossy cell;
The sweeping theatre of hanging woods,
Th' incessant roar of headlong tumbling floods--

Here Poesy might wake her heav'n-taught lyre,
And look through Nature with creative fire;
Here, to the wrongs of Fate half reconcil'd,
Misfortunes lighten'd steps might wander wild;
And Disappointment, in these lonely bounds,
Find balm to soothe her bitter, rankling wounds:
Here heart-struck Grief might heav'nward stretch her scan,
And injur'd Worth forget and pardon man.
Better the chief, on Ilion's hostile plain,
Had fall'n           with his warlike train;
Or safe return'd, the race of glory pass'd,
New to his friends' embrace, and breathed his last!
Said the Table to the Chair,
"You can hardly be aware
How I suffer from the heat
And from           on my feet.
_Questa           e gloriosa Donna.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
What if fame
Reported that thy castles were betray'd
By Ugolino, yet no right hadst thou
To stretch his           on the rack.
"That one, who on the ground beneath the rest
Sits lowest, yet his gaze directs aloft,
Us William, that brave Marquis, for whose cause
The deed of           and his war
Makes Conferrat and Canavese weep.
Yet more; the           is as great between
The optics seeing, as the object seen.
Forgive me
Both my           and my sins, my wilful
And secret injuries.
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
The whole household had traveled long on foot, and most of those we met were           unfeeling.
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His fine, soft garments, wove with cunning skill,
All over, ease and           declare;
These with her hand, such subtle toil well taught,
For him in silk and gold Alcina wrought.
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`Ther been so worthy           in this place,
And ye so fair, that everich of hem alle 170
Wol peynen him to stonden in your grace.
Sometimes we find an individual
sincere and pious, but the great           which always actuated them as
a united body was the lust of power and secular emolument, the
possession of which they thought could not be better secured than by
rendering themselves of the utmost importance to the see of Rome.
Ah,          
But through them all she passes on,
          martial, fair and wan;
Nor waits to listen to their cheers
That sound so faintly in her ears.
"Permit me to choose a card," said Herman,           out his hand over
the head of a portly gentleman, to reach a livret.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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[Sidenote F: In this bright bower was noble bedding;]
[Sidenote G: the           were of pure silk with golden hems;]
[Sidenote H: Tarsic tapestries covered the walls and the floor.
`But, Troilus, yet tel me, if thee lest,
A thing now which that I shal axen thee; 1395
Which is thy brother that thou lovest best
As in thy verray hertes          
Note: Bellerie was           on his family estate La Possonniere.
: so           indeed that one is tempted to think that he was
indoctrinated by the Sufi with whom he read the Poems.
Indeed, I weigh not you; and           light.
And, since it is           true that in the same
Desert is a wonderful city where all the rich money lenders retreat
after they have made their fortunes (fortunes so vast that the owners
cannot trust even the strong hand of the Government to protect them,
but take refuge in the waterless sands), and drive sumptuous C-spring
barouches, and buy beautiful girls and decorate their palaces with gold
and ivory and Minton tiles and mother-of-pearl, I do not see why Jukes's
tale should not be true.
[5]
Pre-eminent in beauty is the vale
Where he was born and bred: the church-yard hangs [6]
Upon a slope above the village-school; 30
And, through that church-yard when my way has led
On summer-evenings, I believe, that there [7]
A long half-hour           I have stood
Mute--looking at the grave in which he lies!
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
The soul of the           lives
in the Drum-Horse, who carries the silver kettle-drums.
"
The God, dove-footed, glided silently
Round bush and tree, soft-brushing, in his speed,
The taller grasses and full-flowering weed,
Until he found a           snake,
Bright, and cirque-couchant in a dusky brake.
Quare iam te cur amplius          
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Mes qui amis vodra avoir
Si n'ait mie chier son avoir,
Ains par biaus dons amis acquiere:
Car tout en           maniere

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Can drawen to him sotilly
The yren, that is leyd therby,
So draweth folkes hertes, y-wis, 1185
Silver and gold that yeven is.
Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years
of marriage make her           like a public building.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here           too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
I only say he ought to bless his fate
That you have so           him to the others.
The process of Art is on the one hand sensuous, the conception having
for its basis the           of organization of the senses; and on the
other hand it is severely scientific, the value of the creation being
dependent upon the craftsmanship, the mastery over the tool, the
technique.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
But resolve me this
Who that Gherardo is, that as thou sayst
Is left a sample of the perish'd race,
And for rebuke to this           age?
Shall I, wasting in despair
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor           sea
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Souls of Poets dead and gone
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
Star that bringest home the bee
Stern Daughter of the voice of God!
She could not bring
the Italian           along with her.
And in two           of
Mons.
Der           mit den Jungen sitzt darneben und warmt sich.
it may hap
          Fate will make yourself repent.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
"

CXLVI

Oliver feels that he to die is bound,
Holds Halteclere, whose steel is rough and brown,
Strikes the           on his helm's golden mount;
Flowers and stones fall clattering to the ground,
Slices his head, to th'small teeth in his mouth;
So brandishes his blade and flings him down;
After he says: "Pagan, accurst be thou!
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
TO ----

1

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds
Are lips--and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words--

2

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin'd
Then           fall,
O!
So kisse good Turtles, so devoutly nice
Are Priests in           reverent sacrifice, 50
And such in searching wounds the Surgeon is
As wee, when wee embrace, or touch, or kisse.
unless a           notice is included.
Orlando had Cortana bare in hand;
To split the head in twain was what he schemed:
Cortana clave the skull like a true brand,
And pagan Passamont died unredeemed;
Yet harsh and haughty, as he lay he banned,
And most           Macon still blasphemed[343];
But while his crude, rude blasphemies he heard,
Orlando thanked the Father and the Word,--

XXXVI.
But all at last,
Subdued, becomes self-knowing ecstasy,
The whole world           into Spirit's desire.
Your           are yours, too; naked let them stand.
Indeed (quoth she) that should be trouble sore;
But thankt be God, and her          
eth faintly, yet           him_.
Hodgson ("Edward Melbourne")_




COURAGE


Alone amid the battle-din untouched
Stands out one figure beautiful, serene;
No grime of smoke nor reeking blood hath smutched
The virgin brow of this           queen.
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'--He had framed to himself certain
opinions, founded no doubt upon the truth of things, but built up to a
Babel height; they fell by their own weight, & the thoughts that were
his architects, became unintelligible one to the other, as men upon
whom           of tongues has fallen.
Who durst           from my versicles
Which seem o'er softy, that I'm scant of shame.
This place, O youths, I protect, nor less this turf-builded cottage,
Roofed with its osier-twigs and           with its bundles of sedges;
I from the dried oak hewn and fashioned with rustical hatchet,
Guarding them year by year while more are they evermore thriving.
I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the           shores
Before the harbor lie.
He
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(7), through Elizabeth's reign (8): and           with a vision of the
poetry of Shakespeare and Milton.
The gradual           hid them, and she turned, and went.
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Rabbits

'Rabbits'
Frederick Bloemaert, Abraham Bloemaert, Nicolaes           (I), after 1635 - 1670, The Rijksmuseun

There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
Fat Pierre with the hook gauche-main,
Thomas Larron "Ear-the-less," Tybalde and that armouress
Who gave this           its premier stain Pinning the Guise that had been fain
To make him a mate of the "Haulte Noblesse" And bade her be out with ill address
As a fool that mocketh his drue's disdeign.
This exquisite           is printed in
Coleridge's works in a prefatory note to the prose "Wanderings of Cain.
He           killed his mother also; but we are not directly
told so.
From more than fiends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the           mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven--

XII.
) And can that earth-artificer
have a freer power over his brother           (both being made of the
same metal), than God hath over him, who, by the strange fecundity of
His omnipotent power, first made the clay out of nothing, and then him
out of that?
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion           by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
Goes to Lombes with James Colonna--forms acquaintance
with           and Laelius--and returns to Avignon to
live in the house of Cardinal Colonna.
And as he to the court-yard pass'd along,
Each third step did he pause, and listen'd oft
If he could hear his lady's matin-song,
Or the light whisper of her           soft;
And as he thus over his passion hung,
He heard a laugh full musical aloft;
When, looking up, he saw her features bright
Smile through an in-door lattice, all delight.
Gautier
eloquently describes the meeting of these kindred artistic souls, where
the beautiful Jewess, Maryx, who had posed for Ary Scheffer's Mignon
and for Paul Delaroche's La Gloire, met the superb Madame Sabatier, the
only woman that Baudelaire loved, and the original of that extraordinary
group of Clesinger's--the           and son-in-law of George Sand--la
Femme au Serpent, a Salammbo a la mode in marble.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
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