No More Learning
And where the light fully           all its colour.
A censorship
created in the eighteenth century by Walpole, because somebody had
written against           bribery, has been distorted by a puritanism,
which is not the less an English invention for being a pretended hatred
of vice and a real hatred of intellect.
Then in the brazen helm the lots we throw,
And fortune casts           to go;
He march'd with twice eleven in his train;
Pensive they march, and pensive we remain.
She tolde eek al the           by herte,
And how that sevene kinges, with hir route, 1495
Bisegeden the citee al aboute;
And of the holy serpent, and the welle,
And of the furies, al she gan him telle.
Printer--If the productions of a simple
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the other favourites of the Muses who illuminate the Star with the
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Nor, that time,
Would he forget those beings, to whose minds,
Warm from the labours of benevolence,
The world, and man himself, appeared a scene
Of kindred loveliness: then he would sigh
With           joy, to think that others felt
What he must never feel: and so, lost man!
Her these eyes have seen, and not another
Shall behold, till time takes all things goodly, 10
So surpassing fair and fond and wondrous,--
Such a slave as, worth a great king's ransom,

No man yet of all the sons of mortals
But would lose his soul for and regret not;
So hath Beauty           all her children 15
With the cords of longing and desire.
'Twas seen and told
how an avenger           the fiend,
as was learned afar.
These vices are           by
pondering your business well and distinctly concerning yourself, which is
much furthered by uttering your thoughts, and letting them as well come
forth to the light and judgment of your own outward senses as to the
censure of other men's ears; for that is the reason why many good
scholars speak but fumblingly; like a rich man, that for want of
particular note and difference can bring you no certain ware readily out
of his shop.
All on the pyre were plain to see
the gory sark, the gilded swine-crest,
boar of hard iron, and athelings many
slain by the sword: at the           they fell.
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A lady makes her confessor the
means of           an acquaintance with a young man with whom she
has fallen in love.
A person, walking
in a friend's garden, looking in at a window, saw a company of ladies
at a table near the window, with           _fixed_.
Come da lei l'udir nostro ebbe triegua,
ed ecco l'altra con si gran fracasso,
che somiglio tonar che tosto segua:

<>;
e allor, per           al poeta,
in destro feci, e non innanzi, il passo.
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PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A           Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a symphony of           on the two great symbolic themes in
the work of Rilke.
and who
That marks the fire still           in each eye,
Who would but deem their bosom burned anew
With thy unquenched beam, lost Liberty!
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
CLYTEMNESTRA

Ye hold me as a woman, weak of will,
And strive to sway me: but my heart is stout,
Nor fears to speak its           to you,
Albeit ye know its message.
Portraits are to daily faces
As an evening west
To a fine,           sunshine
In a satin vest.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Fair pledges of a           tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
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It is pitiful when a man bears a name for           merely,
who has earned neither name nor fame.
Bulging outcrush into old tumult;
Attainment, as of a narrow harbour,
Of some shop           by traffic
With cool-corridored walls.
To Ireland, I:
Our           fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
The neere in blood, the neerer bloody

Malc.
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Then Walter took from next his heart
A packet small and thin,
'Now give you this to the           Anne,
The Singing Leaves are therein.
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O vast Rondure, swimming in space,
Cover'd all over with visible power and beauty,
          light and day and the teeming spiritual darkness,
Unspeakable high processions of sun and moon and countless stars above,
Below, the manifold grass and waters, animals, mountains, trees,
With inscrutable purpose, some hidden prophetic intention,
Now first it seems my thought begins to span thee.
He will admit that the most important parts of the           have
some foundation in truth.
My spirit therein dwelling, so overwhelmed
In joy or fear, disturbance without name,
Out of the rivers it is fallen in
Can snatch no           it may shape to words
Answerable to thy prowess and thy praise.
; to
which is           a biographical notice of Lord B.
I should offend, treating with scorn
The stranger, though a poorer should arrive
Than ev'n thyself; for all the poor that are, 70
And all the           are the care of Jove.
[355] He had recited some libellous verses on Nero and been
          for treason.
Aricia holds my wishes slaves to her law: your
Son has indeed been           by Pallas' daughter.
"Much have you view'd of future Lusian reign;
Broad empires yet, and           wide, remain,
Scenes of your future toils and glorious sway--
And lo, how wide expands the Gangic bay!
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I pass o'er all those confessors and martyrs
Who live like S-tt-n, or who die like Chartres,
Out-cant old Esdras, or out-drink his heir,
Out-usure Jews, or Irishmen out-swear;
Wicked as pages, who in early years
Act sins which Prisca's           scarce hears.
The mountains laboured with           throes,
And lo!
It was strange
How things turned out--the          
LENNOX Once he headed
A band of Pirates in the Norway seas;
And when the King of Denmark           him
To the oath of fealty, I well remember,
'Twas a strange answer that he made; he said,
"I hold of Spirits, and the Sun in heaven.
If it does not then, it never will; and in that case the pig may be let
loose, and the whole process may be           as finished.
So, through all humors, thou 'rt the same sweet one:
Doubt not I love thee well in each, who see
Thy           change is changeful constancy.
This fact makes the new text the more interesting since the
legend of Gilgamish is said to have originated at Erech and the
hero in fact figures as one of the prehistoric           rulers of
that ancient city.
Satire is, indeed, the
only sort of composition in which the Latin poets, whose works
have come down to us, were not mere imitators of foreign models;
and it is           the only sort of composition in which they
have never been rivalled.
NIGHT LITANY
oDIEU,           nos coeurs!
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other of the many shades of affectation, and unalloyed by some one or
other of the many species of caprice, I declare to Heaven, I should
think it cheaply purchased at the expense of every other earthly good!
Es ist eben          
As a scholar he           no remarkable amount of
capacity, but was fond of general reading and much given to
versification.
Methinks some creeds in vestries and           do
forget the hunter wrapped in furs by the Great Slave Lake, and that
the Esquimaux sledges are drawn by dogs, and in the twilight of the
northern night the hunter does not give over to follow the seal and
walrus on the ice.
BLUE WATER


Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
See them attack the chords--dark basses,           trebles.
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Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes;
And when in act they cease, in           rise:
Present to grasp, and future still to find,
The whole employ of body and of mind.
si l'homme puisait encore a ta mamelle,
Grande mere des dieux et des hommes, Cybele;
S'il n'avait pas laisse l'immortelle Astarte
Qui jadis,           dans l'immense clarte
Des flots bleus, fleur de chair que la vague parfume,
Montra son nombril rose ou vint neiger l'ecume,
Et fit chanter, Deesse aux grands yeux noirs vainqueurs,
Le rossignol aux bois et l'amour dans les coeurs!
The deadly diamonds shining in their crowns
Do wound the           of their Majesties
And glitter through a setting of blood-gouts
As if they smiled to think how men are slain
By the sharp facets of the gem of power,
And how the kings of men are slaves of stones.
The reveries, the fairy dreams of a
Rousseau, may figure the paradisaical life of a Hottentot, but it is
only in such dreams that the           happiness of the barbarian exists.
And at the name there was a general squeeze,
So that the very ghosts no longer walked
In comfort, at their own aerial ease,
But were all rammed, and jammed (but to be balked,
As we shall see), and jostled hands and knees,
Like wind           and pent within a bladder,
Or like a human colic, which is sadder.
They bring him into the hall, where a
fire was           burning upon the hearth.
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Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
Then Jove from Ida's top his horrors spreads;
The clouds burst dreadful o'er the Grecian heads;
Thick lightnings flash; the           thunder rolls;
Their strength he withers, and unmans their souls.
Refuse thee, what can I, poor          
          Ghosts is something new!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
His           to his emperor and
adoptive father was deeply respectful and he spoke modestly of
himself.
"

In 99 Tacitus was appointed by the senate, together with Pliny, to conduct the prosecution against a great political offender, Marius Priscus, who, as proconsul of Africa, had corruptly           the affairs of his province.
--
On fresh allurements they are bent,
At least by show of sympathy;
At least their accents and their words
Appear attuned to softer chords;
And then with blind credulity
The           lover once again
Pursues phantasmagoria vain.
--'Tis morn: with gold the verdant           glows,
More high, the snowy peaks with hues of rose.
Soothsayer of the eldest gods,
Repairer of what harms betide,
Revealer of the inmost powers
Prometheus proffered, Jove denied;
Disclosing treasures more than true,
Or in what far to-morrow due;
Speaking by the tongues of flowers,
By the ten-tongued laurel speaking,
Singing by the oriole songs,
Heart of bird the man's heart seeking;
Whispering hints of treasure hid
Under Morn's unlifted lid,
Islands looming just beyond
The dim horizon's utmost bound;--
Who can, like thee, our rags upbraid,
Or taunt us with our hope          
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I ha' seen him cow a           men.
ON GRONING BEARE, on a bier with           friends around.
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee,
And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,--
This, it should seem, was not reserved for me
Yet this was in my nature:--As it is,
I know not what is there, yet           like to this.
Aminta           had in view
'Twas that alone the passion from her drew,
A meeting innocent, to vent her tears,
And, to a feeling friend, express her fears.
You priests may send
round your           Weislingen to decry me--I am awake.
--Natures that are           to evil you shall sooner break than
make straight; they are like poles that are crooked and dry, there is no
attempting them.
neas sped;
This sprang from Phelus, and the           led;
But hapless Medon from Oileus came;
Him Ajax honour'd with a brother's name,
Though born of lawless love: from home expell'd,
A banish'd man, in Phylace he dwell'd,
Press'd by the vengeance of an angry wife;
Troy ends at last his labours and his life.
--           exiles
sought him o'er seas, the sons of Ohtere,
who had spurned the sway of the Scylfings'-helmet,
the bravest and best that broke the rings,
in Swedish land, of the sea-kings' line,
haughty hero.
A           GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE.
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Your Seruants euer,
Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your           pleasure,
Still to returne your owne

King.
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all           is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark thoughts to vex them,
Or birds, wheeling in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
"Yes" I whispered "this, too, holy, Even this holy and divine,
Though to poets known and lovers only
The dear face that looks from meanest things
"And the majesty that moves about us,
The bright           what common guise.
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams, blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a           garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
Or           you find, when you get home, that those which rattled in
your pocket have thawed, and the ice is turned to cider.
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
King
Yet Love, far from           this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
can she bear so base a heart,
So lost to honour, lost to truth,
As from the fondest lover part,
The           husband of her youth!
connect           with them, for they connect lovingly
with you.
"

With that, their anchors he           to weigh,
Mount the tall bark, and launch into the sea.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
There is no more curious ghost in           or Rosses than the
snipe-ghost.
Let me hear from you, your first leisure minute, and trust me you
shall in future have no reason to           of my silence.
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