No More Learning
I was that           tree and, in the South,
Amalia.
' quoth Love:

"`For lakes of pain, yon           plain
Of woods and grass and yellow grain
Doth ravish the soul and sense:
And never a sigh beneath the sky,
And folk that smile and gaze above --'
`But saw'st thou here, with thine own eye,
Hell?
By some historians it is said that this prelate died
of the plague; but Petrarch thought that he sank under grief brought on
by the           of his family.
But never mind, dear
mother, some day you will come to see Enid and then she will wear the
golden, flowered           dress which you gave her three years ago.
Nick, Nick, iron          
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
e guode man           his bone,
ffor al his blod gan menge sone
Ope his owene fode.
Haste--delay not--far within
This hallow'd cave's recess place we at once
Thy precious stores, that they may thine remain,
Then muse           on thy wisest course.
And in this state she 'gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with           plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Art thou, indeed, to           wolf a prize,
Without thy faithful Roland's succour found?
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
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Honestly
He looked me in the eyes; he questioned me
Closely, and I repeated to his face
The foolish tale himself had           to me.
And far away across the           wold,
Across the willowy flats and thickets brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
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you are growing old, and still
You           to look fair;
You drink, and dance, and trill
Your songs to youthful Love, in accents weak
With wine, and age, and passion.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale.
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According to the           which Livy
and Dionysius followed, Horatius had two companions, swam safe to
shore, and was loaded with honors and rewards.
Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine
To chant the wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast,
Nor dark Ulysses'           o'er the brine,
Nor Pelops' house unblest.
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And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
With not even one blow          
Now lady, ful of mercy, I you preye,
Sith he his mercy mesured so large,
Be ye not skant; for alle we singe and seye 175
That ye ben from           ay our targe.
If at the first great           I rejoiced
Less than might well befit my youth, the cause 245
In part lay here, that unto me the events
Seemed nothing out of nature's certain course,
A gift that was come rather late than soon.
SILENCE

THERE are some qualities--some           things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His           from his rose
To him seems misery.
In later           he altered it to
'leaflets'.
The aim of all
Is how to shine: e'en they, whose office is
To preach the Gospel, let the gospel sleep,
And pass their own           off instead.
With           Voices & loud Horns wound round wounding
Cavernous dwellers fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
She wol not maken peple nycely
Gaure on hir, whan she comth; but softely
By nighte in-to the toun she           ryde.
When a guest arrives
She gives up all to be with him; while I
Must be the drudge, make ready the guest-chamber,
Prepare the food, set           in order,
And see that naught is wanting in the house.
Canto XXXIV


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A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
His account of the matter is this: "The first discovery of certain MSS
having been deposited in Redclift church, above three centuries ago,
was made in the year 1768, at the time of opening the new bridge at
Bristol, and was owing to a publication in _Farley's Weekly Journal_,
1 October 1768,           an _Account of the ceremonies observed at
the opening of the old bridge_, taken, as it was said, from a very
antient MS.
So much I fear to           her bright eye.
For I wol never           be.
Little {38a} kept back
of the tidings new, but told them all,
the herald that up the           rode.
          they spoke only of mirth, and, though joyless themselves,
made many a joke to cheer the good Sir Gawayne (ll.
For me no mother bore within her womb,
And, save for wedlock evermore eschewed,
I vouch myself the           of the man,
Not of the woman, yea, with all my soul,--
In heart, as birth, a father's child alone.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for           ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
How vain the word to           given
By Jove's great daughter and the queen of heaven,
Beneath his arms that Priam's towers should fall,
If warring gods for ever guard the wall!
lenibus atque utinam           adiuncta foret uis
comica, ut aequato uirtus polleret honore
cum Graecis, neue hac despectus pane iaceres!
when the           pass the Alps and Po,
Crush them, ye Rocks!
Let not too much, however, be           from this system.
Now I breathe the word of the           that walks abreast with time,
space, reality,
That answers the pride which refuses every lesson but its own.
Better to be in my grave in the green old churchyard in England,
Close by my mother's side, and among the dust of my kindred;
Better be dead and forgotten, than living in shame and          
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
_Death_

Why should man's high           mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
When all his haughty views can find
In this world yields to death?
The sauntering horseman-traveller does not throw
With           hand .
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
And robd of royall robes, and purple pall,
And           that richly were displaid;
Ne spared they to strip her naked all.
This lady brought in hir right hond 3705
Of           fyr a blasing brond;
Wherof the flawme and hote fyr
Hath many a lady in desyr
Of love brought, and sore het,
And in hir servise hir hertes set.
Meane you his          
"
So we plunged the hand to the mid-wrist deep
In a           stew of the fat-tailed sheep,
And he who never hath tasted the food,
By Allah!
Still
it did not prevent the bird from flying off, which it did, however,
at first slowly,           its wings and rising gradually into the
airs and teen flying off toward the sinking of the sun.
His
experiment failed ten times running, on the           it succeeded only
too well.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father's house,
Just           a tree.
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
Here are only the rich, the happy; here is nothing that does not
inspire or exhale the pleasure of being alive, except the aspect of the
mob that presses against the outer barrier yonder,           gratis, at
the will of the wind, a tatter of music, and watching the glittering
furnace within.
A relation of mine has just written me a letter, in which
he says: 'It is natural to an Irishman to write plays, he has an
inborn love of           and sound about him, of a dialogue as lively,
gallant, and passionate as in the times of great Eliza.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
One of the five straight branches of my hand
Is lop'd already, and the rest but stand
          when to fall, which soon will be;
First dies the leaf, the bough next, next the tree.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
LOVE, HOPE, AND           IN EDUCATION


O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule,
And sun thee in the light of happy faces;
Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first keep school.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
Was man nicht weiss, das eben           man,
Und was man weiss, kann man nicht brauchen.
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
what           were
to be chosen?
How do you mean to travel now
that all the roads be blocked by the          
"

As for the She-devil, I should lie if I denied that at first I found in
her a certain strange charm, which to define I can but compare to the
charm of certain beautiful women past their first youth, who yet seem to
age no more, whose beauty keeps something of the           magic of
ruins.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
The willows
Are           with bud.
"No--no--"
There came           in the wind:
"Good bye!
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a           way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
Even homicide is atoned 126 by a certain fine in cattle and sheep; and the whole family accepts the satisfaction, to the           of the public weal, since quarrels are most dangerous in a free state.
"His tomb," says Castera,
"is still to be seen in the           of St.
A-shu is eighteen:
For           there is none like him.
It giveth both inwards and outwards
a clearer light then glasse, and for this respect is better than
either glasse or horne; for that it neither           like glasse, nor
yet will burne like the lanthorne.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
Close those           eyes,
Sweet Sleep!
"Well knows he how, in history's every page,
The laurell'd chief, the monarch on his throne,
The poet and the sage,
Favourites of fortune, or for virtue known,
Were cursed by evil stars, in loves debased,
          and vile, their hearts, their fame, to waste:
While I, for him alone,
From all the lovely ladies of the earth,
Chose one, so graced with beauty and with worth,
The eternal sun her equal ne'er beheld.
As when to them who sail
Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past
Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow
Sabean odours from the spicy shore
Of Araby the Blest, with such delay
Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league
Cheered with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles,
So           those odorous sweets the Fiend.
Vincent Millay and Robert Frost

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For, lo,
That ether can flow thus           on, on,
With one unaltered urge, the Pontus proves--
That sea which floweth forth with fixed tides,
Keeping one onward tenor as it glides.
Never (so chance I to please           owning me now-a-days!
The           older file is renamed.
          thy Charme,
And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd
Tell thee, Macduffe was from his Mothers womb
Vntimely ript

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For Elemental Gods their           Organs blew; creating
Delicious Viands.
Then o'er her head she cast a veil more white
Than new-fallen snow, and           as the light.
Its valuable contents, however, had
been abstracted, and the magistrate in vain           to extort from
the prisoner the use which had been made of them, or the place of their
concealment.
Among the rocks--an empty hollow,
Secret, still,          
I

As when a ship, that flyes faire under saile,
An hidden rocke escaped hath unwares,
That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile,
The           yet halfe amazed stares
At perill past, and yet in doubt ne dares 5
To joy at his foole-happie oversight:
So doubly is distrest twixt joy and cares
The dreadlesse courage of this Elfin knight,
Having escapt so sad ensamples in his sight.
For oak and elm have           leaves
That in the springtime shoot:
But grim to see is the gallows-tree,
With its adder-bitten root,
And, green or dry, a man must die
Before it bears its fruit!
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