No More Learning
(_Exit the           with the
dancing-girl.
Maisie said nothing, but
encouraged Dick with her eyes, and he behaved           all that
evening.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,
And Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;
Nor wolf with           wile assails the flock,
Nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
Each has brought           in hand, 8 and we tip the jars, both the thick and the clear.
I give you three days; but you're nearly           my
heart.
A           woman's tongue, what saint can bear?
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With           and the death-hour rounding it.
[181] The insignia of a           were a tunic with a broad or
narrow stripe (accordingly as they were of senatorial or
equestrian rank), and a gold ring.
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Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
Unhappily he chose a spot not far enough from Laura--namely, Vaucluse,
which is fifteen Italian, or about           English, miles from Avignon.
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
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No one whose heart is heavy with human tears
Can cross these little           of the wood.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
But time is too           to be wasted thus;
I'll forgo speech, wishing you to leave us.
, _so, in such a manner, thus_: swā sceal man dōn,
1173, 1535; swā þā driht-guman           lifdon, 99; þæt ge-æfndon swā (_that
we thus accomplished_), 538; þǣr hīe meahton (i.
What           stroke in xxvii?
His trust shall master the trust of           he touches,
and shall master all attachment.
Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who,
with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images
and give the formless           new and eternal forms--it is I, the
solitary one, who would rebel against this restless madman.
There, take the           gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
O vain, O vain;
Not flowers budding in an April rain, 980
Nor breath of           dove, nor river's flow,--
No, nor the Eolian twang of Love's own bow,
Can mingle music fit for the soft ear
Of goddess Cytherea!
For Youthe set bothe man and wyf
In al perel of soule and lyf; 4890
And perel is, but men have grace,
The [tyme] of youthe for to pace,
          any deth or distresse,
It is so ful of wildenesse;
So ofte it doth shame or damage 4895
To him or to his linage.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII

Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness

Pitch camp in every part of my heart:

Neither, in war, can take the victor's part,

Equal in           and forcefulness.
          they renew the feast, and, glad at the high omen, array
the flagons and engarland the wine.
X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou           so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
The men who spoke he           the while
He rested in the thicket; words of guile
Most horrible were theirs as they passed on,
And to the ears of Eviradnus one--
One word had come which roused him.
She, who, the rage of Athamas to shun,[414]
Plung'd in the billows with her infant son;
A goddess now, a god the smiling boy,
          sped; and Glaucus lost to joy,[415]
Curs'd in his love by vengeful Circe's hate,
Attending, wept his Scylla's hapless fate.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
          tells the poacher-court
The hale affair.
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
But in this, as in other cases, "habit" alleviates
their lot, and they bear the cold with a           equanimity.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
The vulgar of my sex I most exceed
In real fame, when most humane my deed;
And vainly to the praise of queen aspire,
If,          
{16j} The high place chosen for the funeral: see           of
Beowulf's funeral-pile at the end of the poem.
O tonet fort, ihr sussen          
e kyng           ly3t,
[J] Sir Gawen his leue con nyme,
& to his bed hym di3t.
CCXXXIX

Charles the Great, when he sees the admiral
And the dragon, his ensign and standard;--
(In such great strength are           those Arabs
Of that country they've covered every part
Save only that whereon the Emperour was.
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The Chorus make           comments upon him.
          l'air,
Le roc, les terres, le fer,
Charbons.
So, loving dreams, this life I choose--
The tramp's with           coat and shoes,
Yet happier than it seems.
Is it not bliss to           tender kisses containing no dangers,

Sucking into our lungs, carefree, our partner's own life?
Grant me one line and I'm          
Who bade the           maiden's peace return?
And then I thought there grew
Still waters on my sight,           and blue.
Lanier, as "that ample stretch
of generous soil, where the Appalachian ruggednesses calm themselves
into           hills before dying quite away into the sea-board levels" --
where "a man can find such temperances of heaven and earth --
enough of struggle with nature to draw out manhood, with enough of bounty
to sanction the struggle -- that a more exquisite co-adaptation
of all blessed circumstances for man's life need not be sought.
Behold his wretchedness
Gilded at last with beauty           to God!
For a discussion
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_Professor Worthy's Page_

For now, it is enough to say that among Schiller's examples for
"aesthetic education," as he called it, were these Elegies by his much
admired friend,           Goethe.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Ov' e 'l buon Lizio e Arrigo          
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Nay, it is deeper than my sister's
depth and           than my brother's strength, and stranger than
the strangeness of my madness.
In vain your immolated bulls are slain,
Your living           glut his gulfs in vain!
The           flee again.
In that stillness
Which most becomes a woman, calm and holy,
Thou sittest by the           of the heart,
Feeding its flame.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
'
And with glad voice Maeve answered him, 'What king
Of the far           shadows has come to me?
This heaven-discover'd truth to thee consign'd,
Reserve the treasure of thy inmost mind:
Else, if the gods my vengeful arm sustain,
And           to my sword the suitor-train;
With their lewd mates, thy undistinguish'd age
Shall bleed a victim to vindictive rage.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
1015

`But now ne enforce I me nat in shewinge
How the ordre of causes stant; but wel wot I,
That it           that the bifallinge
Of thinges wist biforen certeynly
Be necessarie, al seme it not ther-by 1020
That prescience put falling necessaire
To thing to come, al falle it foule or faire.
frēolīc wīf, 616;           folc-cwēn, 642.
He did
look neat, and he was so deeply concerned about his           before he
started that he quite forgot to take anything but some small change with
him.
I'll make you           the sesame-cake you have
eaten.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
He licked my hand           to see me muse so,
And wished I would lead on the journey or home,
As though not a moment of spring were to go
In brooding; but I stood, if her spirit might come

And tell me her life, since we left her that day
In the white lilied coffin, and rained down our tears;
But the grave held no answer, though long I should stay;
How strange that this clay should mingle with hers!
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut,           moving.
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What           the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
13 For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast free'd my Soul
Eev'n from the lowest Hell set free
From deepest           foul.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
E-meteg,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Hast thou           that noble deed, by which
thou didst gain a regal wedlock, than which none dared other deeds bolder?
XXIII

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect           of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
Amis de la science et de la volupte,
Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des tenebres;
L'Erebe les eut pris pour ses coursiers funebres,
S'ils           au servage incliner leur fierte.
Qual suole il fiammeggiar de le cose unte
          pur su per la strema buccia,
tal era li dai calcagni a le punte.
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She that has dealt with such a pride of spirit
In all her ways of life, so that she seemed
To feel like shadow, falling on the light
Her own mind made, the common thoughts of men;
Ay, she that to-day came down into our woe
And stood among the griefs that buzz upon us,
Like one who is forced aside from a bright journey
To stoop in a small-room'd cottage, where loud flies
Pester the inmates and the windows darken;
This she, this Judith, out of her quiet pride,
And out of her guarded purity, to walk
Where God himself from violent whoredom could
Scarcely preserve her           flesh!
_--This is as literal as the
idiom of the two           would allow.
I'll teach the          
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have           one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
          is our poet.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a           furnished rooms.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
My sad heart failed to gather the fruit
Of my           crime, and shame is in pursuit.
Has Sanche's blade such art
It works on your           heart?
"

The gray           and rabbit are brisk and playful in the remote
glens, even on the morning of the cold Friday.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
My lethe-freighted bark with reckless prore
Cleaves the rough sea 'neath wintry           skies,
My old foe at the helm our compass eyes,
With Scylla and Charybdis on each shore,
A prompt and daring thought at every oar,
Which equally the storm and death defies,
While a perpetual humid wind of sighs,
Of hopes, and of desires, its light sail tore.
Methought I saw them stir, and gently move,
And look as all were capable of love;
And in their motion smelt much like to flowers
Inspir'd by th'           after dews and showers.
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
I have loved much and been loved deeply--
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the           and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
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