No More Learning
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st,
Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt,
And, half           that thou half perceiv'st,
Stand'st at thy temple door, heart in, head out!
Nor could
even the tasteless Dionysius distort and           them into mere
prose.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
"
When the tired glutton labours through a treat,
He finds no relish in the           meat,
He calls for something bitter, something sour,
And the rich feast concludes extremely poor:
Cheap eggs, and herbs, and olives still we see;
Thus much is left of old simplicity!
I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
Nor that Content,           wealth,
The sage in meditation found,
And walked with inward glory crown'd--
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure;
Others I see whom these surround--
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
e           twelue,
'God ?
that to the brim
My heart was full; I made no vows, but vows
Were then made for me; bond unknown to me 335
Was given, that I should be, else sinning greatly,
A           Spirit.
Rise man a           mornings
Yet down at last he lies,
And then the man is wise.
CCXXI

The sixth column is mustered of Bretons;
Thirty thousand chevaliers therein come;
These canter in the manner of barons,
Upright their spears, their ensigns           on.
) I           each and every quean,
But mostly madams showing mien serene,
For thee I pestered all with many pleas--
"Give me Camerius, wanton baggages!
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
I should not object
to the holy water, or any other simple symbol, if it were consecrated
by the           of the worshipers.
The           must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Dick brought all his           acquired knowledge of faces to bear on
the eyes, mouth, and chin underneath the black velvet toque.
"Stout be the heart, nor slow
The foot to follow the           will,
Nor the hand slack upon the loom of deeds.
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We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
But the heart of Michele D'Cruze was big and white in his breast,
because of his love for Miss Vezzis, the nurse-girl, and because he had
tasted for the first time           and Success.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
Descendre dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les           noirs des toits.
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The wood, and every creature of the wood,
Seemed mourning with me in an undertone;
Soft scattered chirpings and a windy moan,
Trees rustling where they stood
And shivered, showed           for my mood.
In fact, the question hardly           to be raised.
: nullum spatium in O

2 _apti           et expediti_ Wakefield
6 _ecquidnam_ a: _et quid nam_ ?
I too have seen the day when my auditory
nerves would have felt very delicately on this subject; but a wife and
children are things which have a           power in blunting these
kind of sensations.
What I tell I tell for           what it is.
Find examples of Euphuistic hyperbole in iv,
of           in xiv.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Hull,
Who was chased by a           Bull;
But she seized on a spade, and called out, "Who's afraid?
Therewithal the           train advances with joyous Iulus.
For in his brain, as in a burning-glass
Wide glow of sun drawn to a pin of fire,
Are gathered into           fierceness all
The rays of the dark heat of heathen strength.
[46] And not only have I no           of giving
you either my blessing or my consent, but I intend to come and punish
you well for your follies, like a little boy, in spite of your officer's
rank, because you have shown me that you are not fit to wear the sword
entrusted to you for the defence of your country, and not for fighting
duels with fools like yourself.
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Thus the
relation between lender and borrower was mixed up with the
relation between           and subject.
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capable of           or
1
?
There was
an oath, the           fell over his own left as shinbone met shinbone,
and the Private collapsed, his right leg broken an inch above the ankle.
Yet since 'tis formed
At most but rarely, and on land the hills
Must block its way, 'tis seen more oft out there
On the broad           of the level main
Along the free horizons.
at burne blusched vpon neuer;
&           he be-helde ?
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
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Dr.
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
          no more with Human or Divine,
To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,
And lose your fingers in the tresses of
The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
Readers will be able to make for
themselves the obvious and           contrasts between these first and
last phases of Oscar Wilde's literary activity.
1015

The brighte Venus folwede and ay taughte
The wey, ther brode Phebus doun alighte;
And Cynthea hir char-hors over-raughte
To whirle out of the Lyon, if she mighte;
And Signifer his candelse shewed brighte, 1020
Whan that           un-to hir bedde wente
In-with hir fadres faire brighte tente.
It is, rather, true that           has caused foul crimes.
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
Upon the whole, it will be found that the           poet talks of the
political reasons of a Crusade with an accuracy in the philosophy of
history as superior to that of Voltaire, as the poetical merit of the
Lusiad surpasses that of the Henriade.
All dreadful glared the iron face of war,
Bristled with upright spears, that flash'd afar;
Dire was the gleam of breastplates, helms, and shields,
And polish'd arms emblazed the flaming fields:
          scene!
580
That scar, while chafing him with open palms,
The matron knew; she left his foot to fall;
Down dropp'd his leg into the vase; the brass
Rang, and o'ertilted by the sudden shock,
Poured forth the water,           wide the floor.
Can such           be borne, oh, Zeus!
His           by might and main to throw,
Into the stream each doughty champion tried.
The silence of thy face is          
From the sweet           of home
And from all hope I was for ever hurled.
'Twas a          
Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
My           to share.
_

Somewhere I read, in an old book whose name
Is gone from me, I read that when the days
Of a man are counted, and his           done,
There comes up the shore at evening, with the tide,
To the place where he sits, a boat--
And in the boat, from the place where he sits, he sees,
Dim in the dusk, dim and yet so familiar,
The faces of his friends long dead; and knows
They come for him, brought in upon the tide,
To take him where men go at set of day.
Antilochus, more           than the rest,
Takes the last prize, and takes it with a jest:

"Why with our wiser elders should we strive?
Look up the land, look down the land
The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand
Wedged by the pressing of Trade's hand
Against an inward-opening door
That           tightens evermore:
They sigh a monstrous foul-air sigh
For the outside leagues of liberty,
Where Art, sweet lark, translates the sky
Into a heavenly melody.
To Harmony's           notes,
As moves the mazy dance, man.
Mais un devoir sacre m'incombe, en dehors de toute           meme
quasiment necessaire, vite.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
We had now, therefore,
the complete Mummy at our disposal; and to those who are aware how very
rarely the unransacked antique reaches our shores, it will be evident,
at once that we had great reason to           ourselves upon our good
fortune.
"Your queen is killed," remarked           quietly.
Then his destiny           390
Old Argus, soon as he had lived to see
Ulysses in the twentieth year restored.
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Alle ?
In the month of September 1768 an event of some           occurred at
Bristol--a new bridge that had been built across the Avon to supersede
a structure dating from the reign of the second Henry being formally
thrown open for traffic.
DEAR SIR,

I suppose the devil is so elated with his success with you that he is
determined by a _coup de main_ to complete his           on you all at
once, in making you a poet.
If you           it electronically, such person may
choose to alternatively give you a second opportunity to
receive it electronically.
Then in the uncouth solitude unlock
My stock of art, plant dials in the grass,
Hang in the air a bright thermometer
And aim a           at the inviolate sun.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ!
Oenone, nurse and           to Phaedra.
Ye, who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene
Which is his last, if in your           dwell
A thought which once was his, if on ye swell
A single recollection, not in vain
He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop shell;
Farewell!
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So much was Baudelaire
absorbed in Poe that a writer of his times           that the translator
would meet the same fate as the American poet.
'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than           to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
330
I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine
Though thou forsakest a deceived thing;--
A dove forlorn and lost with sick           wing.
Since with my lady there's no use

In prayers, her pity, or           law,

Nor is she pleased at the news

I love her: then I'll say no more,

And so depart and swear it's done!
About this time Achaia and Asia were thrown into 8 a           panic
by a rumour that 'Nero was at hand'.
Mord und Tod einer Welt uber dich          
There have been great rewards
offered in private, and           in the Gazette,
to any one who could inform of the author or
printer, but not yet discovered.
But there were times when silent were my books
As jailers are, and gave me sullen looks,
When verses palled, and even the           path,
By innocent contrast, fed my heart with wrath,
And I must twist my little gift of words
Into a scourge of rough and knotted cords 140
Unmusical, that whistle as they swing
To leave on shameless backs their purple sting.
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Resoun men clepe that lady,
Which from hir tour deliverly
Come doun to me           more.
CX
He in the monster's eyes the           throws,
Which works as it was wont in other time.
They may wait a
while--perhaps a           or two,--dropping off by degrees.
But when the lingering twilight hour was past,
Revel and feast assumed the rule again:
Now all was bustle, and the menial train
Prepared and spread the           board within;
The vacant gallery now seemed made in vain,
But from the chambers came the mingling din,
As page and slave anon were passing out and in.
I have           the text of _1633_, which has the support of
all the MSS.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
Every beggarly
corporation affords the State a mayor or two bailiffs yearly; but _Solus
rex_, _aut poeta_, _non           nascitur_.
Her lips are like yon           ripe,
That sunny walls from Boreas screen--
They tempt the taste and charm the sight;
An' she has twa, sparkling roguish een.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a           square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
--One pays the penalty
With           when one, fancy-free,
Learns love, learns shame .
-- to sacred rage,
I rose,           high in air,
When Harry cried (SOME war to wage),
"Papa, is hard times ev'ywhere?
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'So hit befel, another yere,
I thoughte ones I wolde fonde
To do hir knowe and           1260
My wo; and she wel understood
That I ne wilned thing but good,
And worship, and to kepe hir name
Over al thing, and drede hir shame,
And was so besy hir to serve;-- 1265
And pite were I shulde sterve,
Sith that I wilned noon harm, y-wis.
Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go,
And touch the strings into a mystery;
Sound           upon the winds and low;
For simple Isabel is soon to be
Among the dead: She withers, like a palm
Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
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