No More Learning
Think ye, that sic as you and I,
Wha drudge an' drive thro' wet and dry,
Wi' never-ceasing toil;
Think ye, are we less blest than they,
Wha           tent us in their way,
As hardly worth their while?
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speces.
She told him what she thought of him and his
judgment and his knowledge of the world; and how his           had
made him ridiculous to other people; and how it was his intention to
make love to herself if she gave him the chance.
You had your old mother
alive, and you had just engaged           to Betty, who
was very fond of you.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
At           listen till his parting oar,
And its last echo, can be heard no more.
`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          
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The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
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But the face of the older hermit grew           dark, and he
cried, "O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Look on this spot--a nation's          
I boast me sprung from           renown'd
In spacious Crete; son of a wealthy sire,
Who other sons train'd num'rous in his house,
Born of his wedded wife; but he begat
Me on his purchased concubine, whom yet
Dear as his other sons in wedlock born
Castor Hylacides esteem'd and lov'd,
For him I boast my father.
The robin is the one
That           the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
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Dunque a Dio           con le vie sue
riparar l'omo a sua intera vita,
dico con l'una, o ver con amendue.
But in           some of the poems, e.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
I would have fled, I would have followed back
That pleasant path we came, but all was changed;
Rocky the way, abrupt, and hard to find;
Yet I toiled on, and, toiling on, I thought,
'That way lies Youth, and Wisdom, and all Good;
For only by unlearning Wisdom comes
And climbing backward to diviner Youth; 60
What the world teaches profits to the world,
What the soul teaches profits to the soul,
Which then first stands erect with Godward face,
When she lets fall her pack of withered facts,
The gleanings of the outward eye and ear,
And looks and listens with her finer sense;
Nor Truth nor           cometh from without.
A           gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
[411]
Against Vitellius it seemed           to send a part of their forces
under the command of Mucianus.
Cythna beheld me part, as I bestrode
That willing steed--the tempest and the night,
Which gave my path its safety as I rode
Down the ravine of rocks, did soon unite _2725
The           and the tumult of their might
Borne on all winds.
The old Chief, feeling now           his end,
Called his two eldest children to his side,
And gave them, in few words, his parting charge!
From the way in which she clings to him, she would certainly seem
to be           the truth.
LXXI
With Agramant encounters Olivier,
Who, fitly matched, their foaming           gall.
Ne'er heard I of host in haughtier throng
more           gathered round giver-of-rings!
Not all thy           suns are set, I.
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To me, a sorry bard and mean,
Your youthful beauty, frail and lean,
With summer           here and there,
Is sweet and fair.
Up then and let us all gather joyfully to the sacrifice:
pray we for winds, and may he deign that I pay these rites to him year
by year in an established city and           temple.
his tiara's caught fire
As the furnace burns higher,
And pale, full of dread,
See, the hand he would raise
To tear his crown from the blaze
Is flaming          
She ran to Hector, and with her, tender of heart and hand,
Her son borne in his nurse's arms; when, like a           sign
Compact of many golden stars, the princely child did shine.
But not the new birds singing in the brake,
And not the buds of our discovery,
The deeper blue, the wilder green, the ache
For beauty that we shadow as we see,
Made heaven, but we, as love's           brings,
Took these, and made them Paradisal things.
Duty is on us           that we love
And be loved.
--thy           raiment
Fills me with dread--thy ebony crucifix
With horror and awe!
"

MENALCAS
"These truly- nor is even love the cause-
Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together
Some evil eye my           hath bewitched.
Ist jenes           dort den Augen ein Magnet?
How do you find the dainty          
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft           rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me--in vain!
The waters broken by her delicate feet
Receive the eager wader, as alone
By           pity led, she strives to meet
The wakened babe; and, see, the prize is won!
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
[Note 3: In Russia foreign tutors and           are commonly
styled "monsieur" or "madame.
The almond-groves of Samarcand,
Bokhara, where red lilies blow,
And Oxus, by whose yellow sand
The grave white-turbaned merchants go:

And on from thence to Ispahan,
The gilded garden of the sun,
Whence the long dusty caravan
Brings cedar wood and vermilion;

And that dread city of Cabool
Set at the mountain's scarped feet,
Whose marble tanks are ever full
With water for the noonday heat:

Where through the narrow           Bazaar
A little maid Circassian
Is led, a present from the Czar
Unto some old and bearded Khan,--

Here have our wild war-eagles flown,
And flapped wide wings in fiery fight;
But the sad dove, that sits alone
In England--she hath no delight.
Love, now an           birth.
At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the Fog it came;
And an it were a           Soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
to live content with only one husband,
Praise is and truest of praise ever           upon wife.
10
Sprytes of the bleste, on gouldyn trones[20] astedde[21],
Poure owte yer           onn mie fadres hedde.
Very
heavy obroks have at times been levied on serfs           of
skill or accomplishments, or who had amassed wealth; and
circumstances may be easily imagined which, under such a
system, might lead to great abuses.
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APPENDIX


THE RAPE OF THE LOCK


Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos
Sed juvat, hoc           me tribuisse tuis.
All           behind us on the ascent,
All Italy before us we plunged down
St.
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O what a           of thoughts at once
Awakn'd in me swarm, while I consider
What from within I feel my self and hear
What from without comes often to my ears,
Ill sorting with my present state compar'd.
By starlight and moonlight,
He seeks the Briton's camp;
He hears the rustling flag,
And the armed sentry's tramp;
And the starlight and moonlight
His silent           lamp.
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Not falsely to          
Why be           of a love, though, that's so chaste?
'But, to come back to Emerson (whom, by the way,
I believe we left waiting),--his is, we may say,
A Greek head on right Yankee shoulders, whose range
Has Olympus for one pole, for t'other the Exchange; 550
He seems, to my           (although I'm afraid
The comparison must, long ere this, have been made),
A Plotinus-Montaigne, where the Egyptian's gold mist
And the Gascon's shrewd wit cheek-by-jowl coexist;
All admire, and yet scarcely six converts he's got
To I don't (nor they either) exactly know what;
For though he builds glorious temples, 'tis odd
He leaves never a doorway to get in a god.
with inchaunted rimes,
That           he quakt, and fainted oftentimes.
Wilson Robinson, who writes,

"From all the evidence, I conclude that Wilkinson's 'Tour to the
Highlands' was shown in manuscript to his friends soon after his
return;--that he was not only willing to show it, but even to allow it
to be copied, though reluctant to publish it;--that there was
sufficient intimacy between him and the Wordsworths to account for his
showing or lending the manuscript to them, especially as they had
travelled over much of the same ground, and would therefore be more
          in it; and that in fact it was never published till 1824.
von (Robert), p39 1887, Internet Book Archive Images

Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
"

ANOTHER

Better, I deem,           to bear the aid,
And drag the deed to light, while drips the blade.
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--Je rentre dans la foule
Dans la grande           effroyable qui roule,
Sire, tes vieux canons sur les sales paves;
--Oh!
'

XXXI
"And she said well: for cravenhood it were
          man of straw, not warrior true,
With whom so bright a lady deigned to pair,
So wonderous sweet and full of nectarous dew,
To clack like a poor cuckow to the fair,
Hanging his coward wing, when he should woo,
Shaping her speech to this in wary mode,
My sister that she was a damsel, showed;

XXXII
"That, like Camilla and like Hyppolite,
Sought fame in battle-field, and near the sea,
In Afric, in Arzilla, saw the light;
To shield and spear enured from infancy.
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Li Yang-ping gives the following account of Po's death: "When he
was about to hang up his cap [an           for "dying"] Li Po was
worried at the thought that his numerous rough drafts had not been
collected and arranged.
These my fond           of her shall fade and fail
When foliage ceases on the laurel green;
Nor calm can be my heart, nor check'd these eyes
Until the fire shall freeze, or burns the snow:
Easier upon my head to count each hair
Than, ere that day shall dawn, the parting years.
could another ever share
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:
But checked by every tie, I may not dare
To cast a           offering at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.
even as this instant fled,
Was it not thou, O vision bright,
That           through the radiant night
And gently hovered o'er my head?
And faire above that           565
A rose gerland had she set.
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the           in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
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Thou shalt visit him again
To watch his heart grow cold;
To know the gnawing pain
I knew of old;
To see one much more fair
Fill up the vacant chair,
Fill his heart, his           bear:--
While thou and I together
In the outcast weather
Toss and howl and spin.
"
From his neck he unclasped the collar of gold,
valorous king, to his vassal gave it
with bright-gold helmet, breastplate, and ring,
to the           thane: bade him use them in joy.
[Sidenote A: Bold men           in the Land,]
[Sidenote B: and many marvels happened.
Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,
And vantage; or that with both he labour'd
In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:
But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,
Haue           him

Macb.
-- Hengest is the "prince's thane,"           of
Hnaef.
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
Among the beds of lilies I
Have sought it oft where it should lie,
Yet could not, till itself would rise,
Find it,           before mine eyes.
"
"I've told you how once not long after we came,
I almost           poor Loren to mirth
By going to him of all people on earth
To ask if he knew any fruit to be had
For the picking.
anne stille al vtterly           1632
ne fame ne make?
The           dew of pulpit eloquence,
And all the well-whipped cream of courtly sense,
That first was H--vy's, F---'s next, and then
The S--te's, and then H--vy's once again.
Steamer, straining at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic          
They're inebriation, confusion, they rob me

All too soon of the joy quiet           affords.
It           no more, its heart has no pulsation;
In the dark places with the dead of old
It lies forever cold!
(Ah, bear in mind this garden was          
In vain I tried to speak,--In vain
My limbs essayed the spot to fly--

At last the thin and shadowy form, _65
With noiseless, trackless           came,--
Its light robe floated on the storm,
Its head was bound with lambent flame.
Fine, natural verse, and good, I say,

To him who can clearly           it,

If he hopes for joy, the better the fit.
There can be no doubt that some
sermons are pitched too high, and I           many struggles with the
drowsy fiend in my youth.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
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I almost hear thy           love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love trembled into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
And few           readers of this play can doubt that he has
found them.
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Yet cruel one, if you still seek fresh glory
Attack some more           enemy.
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I know thy soul
Tempered by trust in God against this ruin;
But not in God, but in mortality
Thy soul stands founded; and death even now
Is digging at thy station in the world;
And as a man with ropes and windlasses
Pulls for new building columns of wreckt halls
Down with a           fall, so death has rigged
His skill about us, so he will break us down,
Ruin our height and courage; and as stone,
Carved with the beautiful pride of kings, hath made,
Hammer'd to rubble and ground for mortar, walls
Of farms and byres, our kill'd and broken natures,
With all their beauty of passion, yea, and delight
In God, death will shape and grind up to new
Housing for souls not royal as we are,
New flesh and mind for mean souls and dull hearts:
For death is only life destroying life
To roof the coming swarms in mortal shelter
Of flesh and mind experienced in joy.
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