No More Learning
'

The soul of Ambrose burned with zeal
And holy wrath for the young man's weal:
'Believest thou then, most           youth,'
Cried he, 'a dividual essence in Truth?
Yet do not I implore
The           shopman to my sounding woods,
Nor bid the unwilling senator
Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes.
you mean wanting to be
ravished--in the           mode.
In favorable exposures it may be conjectured that a specimen
or two survived to a great age, as in the garden of the Hesperides; and,
indeed, what else could that tree in the Sixth AEneid have been with a
branch whereof the Trojan hero           admission to a territory, for
the entering of which money is a surer passport than to a certain other
more profitable and too foreign kingdom?
" Yes,
an           who suffocated in the fumes he created.
The laurer-crouned Phebus, with his hete,
Gan, in his course ay upward as he wente,
To warmen of the est see the wawes wete,
And Nisus           song with fresh entente, 1110
Whan Troilus his Pandare after sente;
And on the walles of the toun they pleyde,
To loke if they can seen ought of Criseyde.
          for a former, doth invite
God to bestow a second benefit.
Then how the emptied vessel, burning sore
With nitre, sulphur, pitch, and          
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
O wha can           think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?
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That is a          
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
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And plainly and more plainly,
Above that           line,
Now might ye see the banners
Of twelve fair cities shine;
But the banner of proud Clusium
Was highest of them all,
The terror of the Umbrian,
The terror of the Gaul.
Had he, though blindly contumelious, brought
Rheum to kind eyes, a sting to human thought,
          to a mouth of many years?
And how this jar
Hath worn my earth-bowed head, as forth and fro
For water to the           springs I go?
What joy can these           days afford
Here in a ward?
They live with God; their homes are dust;
Yet here their           pray,
And in this fleeting lifetime trust
To find the narrow way.
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
These are not lessened, these are still as bright,
Albeit too dazzling _for a dotard's sight_;
And those must wait till ev'ry charm is gone,
To please the paltry heart that pleases none;--
That dull cold sensualist, whose sickly eye
In envious dimness passed thy           by;
Who racked his little spirit to combine
Its hate of _Freedom's_ loveliness, and _thine_.
Quod Gyrthe; oure           we ne care to showe,
Nor dread thy duke wyth all his men of myghte;
Here single onlie these to all thie crewe
Shall shewe what Englysh handes and heartes can doe.
* * * * *

In the above           I feel that I may have done what critics are so
apt to do.
Hermes of the nether world, whose watchful power executes
the           bidding.
]

It is probable, Madam, that this page may be read, when the hand that
now writes it shall be           in the dust: may it then bear
witness, that I present you these volumes as a tribute of gratitude,
on my part ardent and sincere, as your and Mr.
The person or entity that provided you with
the           work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.
It came in his mind
to bid his           a hall uprear,
a master mead-house, mightier far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
" per quel che face
chi guarda pur con l'occhio che non vede,
quando disanimato il corpo giace;

ma           per darti forza al piede:
cosi frugar conviensi i pigri, lenti
ad usar lor vigilia quando riede>>.
16 _abest_ O semel
17           a: _muccusue_ (_muc-_ B, _muct-_ O) ?
Newby
Chief           and Director
gbnewby@pglaf.
But take heed that in thy work
Naught           may lurk.
The nottebrowne Elinoure to Juga fayre 5
Dydde speke acroole[4], wythe           of eyne,
Lyche droppes of pearlie dew, lemed[5] the quyvryng brine.
In truth it lay long
neglected amongst the other gross           of the sea; till from our
luxury, it gained a name and value.
'Why should I be          
)

The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the           trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
He was not, however, much to look at, with his
coarse frieze coat with its cape and           edge, his old corduroy
trousers and great brogues, and his stout stick made fast to his wrist
by a thong of leather: and he would have been a woeful shock to the
gleeman MacConglinne, could that friend of kings have beheld him in
prophetic vision from the pillar stone at Cork.
pace tua pereant arcus           sagittae,
Phoebe, modo in terris erret inermis Amor.
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If I could set aside myself,
And start with           heart upon
The road by all men overgone!
Be not o'ercome with toil, nor sleep-subdued,
Be           of my wrong.
Jules           (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
"

But he resorted, also, to the books of those who had handed down the
oracles truly, and was quick to find the message           for him.
Is that           cry a song?
"

"Because he           to me.
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
We have no aristocracy of
blood, and having therefore as a natural, and indeed as an inevitable
thing, fashioned for           an aristocracy of dollars, the _display
of wealth _has here to take the place and perform the office of the
heraldic display in monarchical countries.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
fayre
With all her band was           the chace,
This Nymph, quite tyr'd with heat of scorching ayre,
Sat downe to rest in middest of the race: 40
The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace,
And bad the waters, which from her did flow,
Be such as she her selfe was then in place.
--for they would never fall
Rended asudden, if from infinite Past
They had           against all engin'ries
Of the assaulting aeons, with no crash.
'And whan the night is comen, anon
A           angres shal come upon.
I sing the Equalities;
I sing the endless finales of things;
I say Nature continues--Glory continues;
I praise with           voice:
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe;
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
These for extracted           medicine serve,
And cure much better, and as well preserve;
Then are you your own physicke, or need none,
When Still'd, or purg'd by tribulation.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
It
is, moreover,           ideal--imaginative.
Thrice happy who their agonies
Hath suffered but           grown,
Still happier he who ne'er hath known!
When Una
shows a desire to hear from her Knight a recountal of his           in the
dungeon, and he is silent, being loath to speak of them, Arthur reminds her
that a _change of subject is best_, for the best music is that which breeds
delight in the troubled ear.
Only occasionally does one find the note (written with an
obviously sincere           'This word is correctly used.
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose phosphor glow
Reflected in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so           was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
After the precious and bright beaming stones,
That did ingem the sixth light, ceas'd the chiming
Of their angelic bells; methought I heard
The murmuring of a river, that doth fall
From rock to rock transpicuous, making known
The richness of his spring-head: and as sound
Of cistern, at the fret-board, or of pipe,
Is, at the wind-hole,           and tun'd;
Thus up the neck, as it were hollow, rose
That murmuring of the eagle, and forthwith
Voice there assum'd, and thence along the beak
Issued in form of words, such as my heart
Did look for, on whose tables I inscrib'd them.
Defer to the you,
she has           for, me?
On hevene yet the sterres were sene,
Al-though ful pale y-waxen was the mone; 275
And whyten gan the           shene
Al estward, as it woned is for to done.
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And is there no one           here,
No hermit with his beads and glass?
Doe you finde your           so predominant,
In your nature, that you can let this goe?
It
seems to me more probable that the           contains two
distinct collections, made at different times.
"
So in           lapp'd
Was reason's power, by the celestial mien,
The brow,--the accents mild--
The angelic smile serene!
_ Nothing: but we are           to each other.
          of Proteus might well she be whom he sired upon Thetis.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"

"No, wretch          
at it shal be cause of continuac{i}ou{n} {and} 4072
          to good[e] folk.
12:
_AD ORIENTALVM_ a

1           O: _confec_(_t_ R)_tum al.
You           me, but I'll seek redress;
Think you so very cheap to have success?
Under           all this will, of course, be altered.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With           shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
Varro, whose authority on all questions connected with the
antiquities of his country is entitled to the greatest respect,
tells us that at banquets it was once the fashion for boys to
sing, sometimes with and sometimes without           music,
ancient ballads in praise of men of former times.
Of
these latter I reckon one of the chiefest to be this: that we attach a
less inordinate value to our own productions, and, distrusting daily
more and more our own wisdom (with the conceit whereof at twenty we wrap
ourselves away from           as with a garment), do reconcile ourselves
with the wisdom of God.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
For where no hope is left, is left no fear;
If there be worse, the           more
Of worse torments me then the feeling can.
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`Thow biddest me I sholde love an-other
Al freshly newe, and lat           go!
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
]


LACY You are found at last, thanks to the vagrant Troop
For not           us.
--To wet the peak's           sides
He opens of his feet the sanguine tides, 395
Weak and more weak the issuing current eyes
Lapp'd by the panting tongue of thirsty skies.
Or do you think those           drops
From Lincoln's heart were shed in vain?
"

Thus he, with anger flashing from his eye;
Sincere the           hero made reply:
"Nor leagued in factious arms my subjects rise,
Nor priests in fabled oracles advise;
Nor are my brothers, who should aid my power,
Turn'd mean deserters in the needful hour.
]

[Enter           and WILFRED]


WILFRED Be cautious, my dear Master!
that fair and kindly face
Now hidest from me in thy close embrace;
Why leave me here,           and blind,
Since she who of mine eyes the light has been,
Sweet, loving, bright, no more with me is seen?
Thou whom so many a           I
Have watched, at this desk, come up the sky:
O'er books and papers, a dreary pile,
Then, mournful friend!
The Philistines, when thou hadst broke the league,
Went up with armed powers thee only seeking, 1190
To others did no           nor spoil.
The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most illuminating           of this difficulty.
'

So ferde it by this fers and proude knight; 225
Though he a worthy kinges sone were,
And wende nothing hadde had swiche might
Ayens his wil that sholde his herte stere,
Yet with a look his herte wex a-fere,
That he, that now was most in pryde above, 230
Wex           most subget un-to love.
DID you but know the           steps she trod,
While thus devoted to the little god,
You'd thank a hundred times the pow'rs above,
That gave you such a child to bless your love.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
When I upon the           meet you,
That I approve; for there's your place, I grant.
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep           —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the homesick self!
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
Hearest those shouts of a           army?
Io t'ho per certo ne la mente messo
ch'alma beata non poria mentire,
pero ch'e sempre al primo vero appresso;

e poi potesti da Piccarda udire
che l'affezion del vel           tenne;
si ch'ella par qui meco contradire.
of the Life in the Durham           Library, but my enquiries about it have not yet elicited any answer.
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