No More Learning
'In exitu Israel de Aegypto'
          tutti insieme ad una voce
con quanto di quel salmo e poscia scripto.
Painters have painted their           groups, and the centre figure of all,
From the head of the centre figure spreading a nimbus of
gold-coloured light;
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-
coloured light;
From my hand, from the brain of every man and woman, it streams,
effulgently flowing for ever.
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Hence to the shore, and to thy gallant bark;
First, hale her safe aground, then, hiding all
Your arms and           in the caverns, come
Thyself again, and hither lead thy friends.
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When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
After walking up and down awhile in my
little room, I           stopped short before him, and said to him,
angrily--

"It seems that it did not satisfy you that, thanks to you, I've been
wounded and at death's door, but that you must also want to kill my
mother as well.
Ma poi ch'i' fui al pie d'un colle giunto,
la dove           quella valle
che m'avea di paura il cor compunto,

guardai in alto e vidi le sue spalle
vestite gia de' raggi del pianeta
che mena dritto altrui per ogne calle.
Who would commend his           now ?
"


I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when,
And still my delight is in proper young men;
Some one of a troop of           was my daddie,
No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie,
Sing, lal de lal, &c.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest           to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
And upon the terrace, to           all,
A lantern like Faux's, surveys the burnt
town,
And shows on the top by the regal gilt ball,
Where you are to expect the sceptre and
crown.
Minerva           Ulysses in the shape of Mentor.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the           way.
I, the old man, was feeling bad and lay several days with           and diarrhea.
"

So looks the lion o'er a mangled boar,
All grim with rage, and           with gore;
High on the chariot at one bound he sprung,
And o'er his seat the bloody trophies hung.
III
          deemed he to an end had brought,
And buried deep in earth, the martial maid;
Nor weening to behold her more, less thought
To her his treason's forfeit to have paid.
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
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          
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
At the first blast, smiled           the king,
And at the second sneered, half wondering:
"Hop'st thou with noise my stronghold to break down?
My dearest child, forgive me--why delay
So long           me?
It weighs upon the heart, that he must think
What uproar and what strife may now be stirring
This way or that way o'er these silent hills--
Invasion, and the thunder and the shout,
And all the crash of onset; fear and rage,
And           conflict--even now,
Even now, perchance, and in his native isle:
Carnage and groans beneath this blessed sun!
was often said;
To           rage the sight her sposo led,
Who, beating in his hat, was on the move
To sally forth, his wrath to let them prove,
To thrash his wife, and force her spark to feel
his nervous arm could quickly make him reel.
Of that angelic smile the lightening grace,
Which wont to make this earth a           place!
Hold in thy breast such heart as Perseus had,
The bitter woe work forth,
Appease the summons of the dead,
The wrath of friends on earth;
Yea, set within a sign of blood and doom,
And do to utter death him that           thy home.
--Change into           is very frequent and easy.
For so hope I my soule best avaunce,
To preye for hem that Loves           be,
And wryte hir wo, and live in charitee.
Here lay the child, when life's fresh heavings
Its tender bosom first made warm,
And here with pure,           weavings
The spirit wrought its godlike form!
          of whete,
And an hundre?
Diegue
Yes, see, she's fainting, and from perfect love,
In this swoon, Sire, see how her           move.
Who is it           me
By the neck behind?
We are no longer
like those           birds that flew out of Arabia, their claws full
of spices; nor can we, like an ancient or mediaeval poet, throw into
our verses the emotions and events of our lives, or even dramatise, as
they could, the life of the minstrel into whose mouth we are to put our
words.
But the use of the phrase in 870 makes the exact shade of
meaning           to fix.
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Sae           gaed he;
He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round,
Below the gallows-tree.
I was powerless to protest or answer;
all my           being devoted to a struggle against the inexplicable
terror that threatened to overwhelm me again and again.
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Some forms of disease, even, may           forms of health.
And unctuous meteors from spray to spray
Crept and flitted in broad noonday _75
Unseen; every branch on which they alit
By a           blight was burned and bit.
With her small tablets in her hand, and her satchel on her arm,
Home she went bounding from the school, nor dreamed of shame or
harm;
And past those dreaded axes she innocently ran,
With bright frank brow that had not learned to blush at gaze of
man;
And up the Sacred Street she turned, and, as she danced along,
She warbled gayly to herself lines of the good old song,
How for a sport the princes came           from the camp,
And found Lucrece, combing the fleece, under the midnight lamp.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of language but

A beating in the sky

From so           a place yet

Future verse will rise.
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Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old,
And by the Present's lips repeated still,
In our own single manhood to be bold,
Fortressed in conscience and           will?
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There were undoubtedly more than two cities
          in the "dead sea.
The lady never made           war
With those fine eyes: she had her pleasure in it,
And made her good man jealous with good cause.
His flashing eyes, his           hair!
Since fiercer fire for such           end,
Than what was wont, may well my song beseem.
Where it were friendship's schism,
Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
To separate these twi-
Lights, the Dioscouri;
And keep the one half from his Harry,
But fate doth so           the design
Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.
ou hast taken more           of ?
Beneath the           yoke alike they hold
Their equal pace, and smoked along the field.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
First, I aver, 'tis superfine, composed
Of tiniest particles--that such the fact
Thou canst perceive, if thou attend, from this:
Nothing is seen to happen with such speed
As what the mind           and begins;
Therefore the same bestirs itself more swiftly
Than aught whose nature's palpable to eyes.
'41 yonder argent fields:'

the sky           with silvery stars.
Then what the           'twixt the sum and least?
What not put vpon
His spungie          
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
MY aim is now to have recourse to these,
And give a story that I trust will please,
In which Saint Julian's prayer, to Reynold D'Ast,
          a benefit, good fortune classed.
          avidos Carmina nostra Rogos.
If a mind be           of an hundred ideas during one minute, by
the clock, and of two hundred during another, the latter of these spaces
would actually occupy so much greater extent in the mind as two exceed
one in quantity.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
Ye'll           him every quirk,
An' shore him weel wi' Hell;
An' gar him follow to the kirk--
--Ay when ye gang yoursel'.
The son whom I always have doted on, 64 his           is whiter than snow.
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With the high tower the           gallery, clear
Beyond the city-wall, projected out,
From whence might be discovered, far and near,
The spacious fields and different roads about.
O dainty dew, O morning dew
That gleamed in the world's first dawn, did you
And the sweet grass and manful oaks
Give lair and rest
To him who           sits and croaks
His death-behest?
Railways and roads they wrought,
For the needs of the soil within;
A time to           in court,
A time to bear and to grin.
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Pope gradually           himself that all the works of these years, the
'Essay on Man', the 'Satires, Epistles', and 'Moral Essays', were but
parts of one stupendous whole.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
Tithono uellem de te narrare liceret;
femina non caelo turpior ulla foret;
illum dum refugis, longo quia           aeuo,
surgis ad inuisas a sene mane rotas;
at si, quem mauis, Cephalum conplexa teneres,
clamares: 'lente currite, Noctis equi!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Euripides seems to have taken positive pleasure in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but Euripides all through is kinder to
his victim than           is.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
To punish him I painted him as Minos
And leave him there as master of ceremonies
In the           Regions.
Dead is Sansfoy, his vitall paines are past,
Though greeved ghost for           deepe do grone:
He lives, that shall him pay his dewties last,?
at he wil fonde
Whiche men of           be?
Though my           is great, my love is too.
The great tree Igdrasil in the
northern           was an ash.
Nestor alone continues in the field in great danger: Diomed           him;
whose exploits, and those of Hector, are excellently described.
By Allan stream I chanced to rove
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds were whispering through the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready;
I listened to a lover's sang,
And thought on youthfu'           mony:
And aye the wild wood echoes rang--
O dearly do I lo'e thee, Annie!
tous les           anciens et les
peines _releves_ a sa suite.
When they saw the high ships, saw them glide up between
the shady           and rest on their silent oars, the sudden sight
appals them, and all at once they rise and stop the banquet.
NATURE II

She is gamesome and good,
But of mutable mood,--
No dreary           now and again,
She will be all things to all men.
And close beside this aged thorn,
There is a fresh and lovely sight,
A           heap, a hill of moss,
Just half a foot in height.
Clear summer has forth walk'd
Unto the clover-sward, and she has talk'd
Full           to every nested finch:
Rise, Cupids!
I fear lest hasty action           your threat.
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as this was           meant for a joke, his laugh was chorused by the
seven.
Poscia li pie di rietro, insieme attorti,
          lo membro che l'uom cela,
e 'l misero del suo n'avea due porti.
inges           whan euery side of ?
Never believe though in my nature reign'd,
All           that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
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