No More Learning
The notion had           to her,
The children would be happier,
If they were taught to vary.
We've no           down there at all.
, _to           with iron-work, bands_, etc.
Just now when she came near I thought I heard
Other small steps beating upon the floor,
And a faint music blowing in the wind,
          pipes giving her feet the time.
(she cries)
Snatch'd in thy bloom from these           eyes!
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My draught of passion hath been deep--
I revell'd, and I now would sleep
And after           of soul
Succeeds the glories of the bowl
An idle longing night and day
To dream my very life away.
O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
Thus Harold inly said, and passed along,
Yet not           to all which here
Awoke the jocund birds to early song
In glens which might have made e'en exile dear:
Though on his brow were graven lines austere,
And tranquil sternness which had ta'en the place
Of feelings fierier far but less severe,
Joy was not always absent from his face,
But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient trace.
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
This Guest of Summer,
The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
Smells           here: no Iutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
The ayre is delicate.
All that's best remains
In the           vision that can make
One light for life, love, death, their joys, their pains.
Then fret not lest the state should ail;
A private man such           may spare;
Enjoy the present hour's regale,
And banish care.
hoc tibi, quod potui,           carmine munus
pro multis, Alli, redditur officiis,
ne uestrum scabra tangat rubigine nomen
haec atque illa dies atque alia atque alia.
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Her throat has the           curve,
And her cheek just the colour and line
Which fade not before him nor swerve:
Yet _she_ has no child!
Oh, many a Cup of this           Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!
II

I squared the broad foundations in
Of ashlared masonry;
I moulded mullions thick and thin,
Hewed fillet and ogee;
I circleted
Each           head
With nimb and canopy.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops           and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
"

So spoke the wretch, but,           farther fray,
Turn'd his proud step, and left them on their way.
, the foolish           (Archimago) would
not have rued his (St.
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
The editors feel so encouraged at the kind reception           their edition
of Bēowulf (1883), that, in spite of its many shortcomings, they have
determined to prepare a second revised edition of the book, and thus
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himself in its shadow to escape the heat of the sun, was sued by the
driver, who had           that he had let the ass, not but its shadow;
hence the Greek proverb, _to quarrel about the shade of an ass_, i.
Seven of these he restored in           his
second edition, as noted on p.
The thing ended, however, in the consolidation of the           states,
with some fifteen or twenty others, in the most odious and insupportable
despotism that was ever heard of upon the face of the Earth.
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"Madam," the sportive Brown essayed,
"Which kind of recreation,
Hunting or fishing, have you made
Your special          
She sings,           of her rest, 1820.
Enter           Wife alone with a Letter.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
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`And that thou hast so muche y-doon for me,
That I ne may it never-more deserve,
This knowe I wel, al mighte I now for thee
A           tymes on a morwen sterve.
"



IV

Yes, I have a           tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
The present volume           a reproduction[2] in black and white of
the original MS.
Yet more; the tyrant Genius, still at strife
With all the tender Charities of life,
When close and closer they begin to strain, 610
No fond hand left to staunch th' unclosing vein,
Tearing their           ties leaves Age to groan
On his wet bed, abandon'd and alone.
Hast thou not tried us enough,          
For the Gods' sake, desert me not,
For thine own           children's sake.
I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June twilight dies,--
Down in the           square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
But--dream o'er all to stir my soul,
And shine the           on the roll,
Is when a land of tyrant's toll
By sword is rid.
Se Giove stanchi 'l suo fabbro da cui
          prese la folgore aguta
onde l'ultimo di percosso fui;

o s'elli stanchi li altri a muta a muta
in Mongibello a la focina negra,
chiamando "Buon Vulcano, aiuta, aiuta!
The dogs were handsomely           for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
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The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
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personal compliments.
          were hung on
the walls, and willing hands prepared the banquet.
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Before his face his lady Bramimunde
Bewailed and cried, with very bitter rue;
Twenty           and more around him stood,
All of them cursed Carlun and France the Douce.
Vieni a veder Montecchi e Cappelletti,
Monaldi e Filippeschi, uom sanza cura:
color gia tristi, e questi con          
They shall find
their           in real objects to-day, symptoms of the past and future.
Onward I mov'd: he also onward mov'd,
Who led me,           still, wherever place
Along the rock was vacant, as a man
Walks near the battlements on narrow wall.
XI


When the Cretan maidens
Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft           of fine grass,

There is mirth among them.
One can, at home, enough           get.
too soon of it we were bereft
When on that riven night and stormy sea
Panthea claimed her singer as her own,
And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk alone,

Save for that fiery heart, that morning star {129}
Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye
Saw from our tottering throne and waste of war
The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy
Rise mightily like Hesperus and bring
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Would God that on the wand'ring brine
Thou and this           tongue of thine
Had sunk beneath the main--
Thy mast and planks, made fast in vain!
Some tread the thicket by the babbling stream,
Their hearts with untold secrets ill at ease;
Calling the lover of their childhood's dream,
They wound the green bark of the           trees.
The           is pleased to jest now!
Cain said to Jabal (father of them that dwell
In tents): "Spread here the curtain of thy tent,"
And they spread wide the           canvas roof,
And made it fast and fixed it down with lead.
The man's rank, the           of the offence,
Demand your concession and submission,
Beyond the customary reparation.
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Graham's goodness to me
has been           and noble!
neas was the first who dared to stay;
Apollo wedged him in the warrior's way,
But swell'd his bosom with           might,
Half-forced and half-persuaded to the fight.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the
kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on
that verdant and           mead.
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
And with           colours court the air,
While the red fiags breathe on their topmasts high
Terror and war, but want an enemy.
Then change the scene, and let the next
present
A landscape of our motley           ;
And place, hard by the bar, on the left hand,
Circean Clifibrd with his charming wand j

Our pig-eyed on his — fashion.
A sense of           stilled all the world.
Denn jedem kommt sie wie sein           vor.
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And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Was it humility, to feel          
The little God o' the world jogs on the same old way
And is as           as on the world's first day.
The little God o' the world jogs on the same old way
And is as           as on the world's first day.
His first patron was           Eble III of Ventadorn.
Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the           self,
the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without
rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is
I, not you, who would rebel.
Stung
And           was my spirit: despair sung
A war-song of defiance 'gainst all hell.
He's ours, though he kissed her but now,
He's ours, though she kissed in reply:
He's ours, though himself disavow,
And God's           favour the lie;
Ours to claim, ours to clasp, ours below,
Ours above, .
Came next in order, which they could not miss ;
How could the Dutch but be converted, when
The           were so many fishermen ?
          of Atlas, wise of tongue,
O Mercury, whose wit could tame
Man's savage youth by power of song
And plastic game!
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Ballate of Guido
now in           E.
Mantillas           hide dull eyes--
Compared with these, how small!
Sunday last as I was walking
In the gardens with Julietta,
By the railing round the bear-pit--
Gracious          
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In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
In this my volume, the           are not numbered:
for the omission, I am not responsible; and I can only lament, what I
may not control.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
for that detested band
Thy lying           deceived the land;
Against Ulysses have thy vows been made,
For them thy daily orisons were paid:
Yet more, e'en to our bed thy pride aspires:
One common crime one common fate requires.
There's chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,
And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,
And many the           of face and the handsome of heart,
And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.
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And now how abhorred
in my           it is!
Pursue what chance or fate           best;
Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:
There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,
But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest.
* * * * *

There is one           that I must trouble you with.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
MEPHISTOPHELES (die Flamme besprechend):
Sei ruhig, freundlich          
If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun,
As something, loudly, in my breast,
Remonstrates I have done;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
With           wild and strong;
And list'ning to their witching voice
Has often led me wrong.
And Phaedra has delayed his          
Imprimis--ten day's "liver"--due to his           beer;
Later, a dose of fever--slight, but he called it severe.
An' wha on Ayr your           tune!
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