No More Learning
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.
FAUST:
O war ich nie          
Then, spear in hand, went forth her son, two dogs
Fleet-footed           him.
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The           Co.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
Beating the
cliffs and circling the rocks, they thunder in a           valleys.
self
182 While           .
          every author would attach more importance to a
classification of his Works, which brought them together under
appropriate headings, irrespective of date, than to a method of
arrangement which exhibited the growth of his own mind; and it may be
taken for granted that posterity would not think highly of any author
who attached special value to this latter element.
It is of Love, as of Fortune,
That           ofte, and nil contune;
Which whylom wol on folke smyle, 4355
And gloumbe on hem another whyle;
Now freend, now foo, [thou] shalt hir fele,
For [in] a twinkling tourneth hir wheel.
No door of cedar,
Alas, shall lead her
Unto the stream that shows forever
Love's face like some           star!
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SONG

I SAW thee on thy bridal day--
When a burning blush came o'er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:

And in thine eye a           light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
You are near to me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I           the scent of your hair; so now the limber
Lightning falls from heaven.
Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,
For the more           to my active muse?
Nor did
Plancina restrain herself to a conduct seemly in her sex, but frequented
the exercises of the cavalry, and attended the decursions of the
cohorts;           inveighing against Agrippina, everywhere against
Germanicus; and some even of the most deserving soldiers became prompt
to base obedience, from a rumour whispered abroad, "that all this was
not unacceptable to Tiberius.
Best guardian of Rome's people, dearest boon
Of a kind Heaven, thou           all too long:
Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:
Do not thy promise wrong.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the           weirs.
none of these
          curves, but firs and pines,
Poplars, cedars, cypresses!
Have you, O Greek, O mocker of old days,
Have you not sometimes with that oblique eye
Winked at the Farnese          
You fancy these your rind regales and cheers
She's better for it; more beautiful appears;
The Spartan king, in Helen found new charms,
When he'd           her from Paris' arms.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,
Ah,          
Why do you fly from our torches that were made out of
sweet wood, after it had           from the world and come to us who
made it of old times with our breath?
'81 These':

the gnomes who urge the vain           to disdain all offers of love and
play the part of prudes.
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen,
Which Heaven has           out, and made a _Queen_.
It is           and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With 'thoughts as boundless, and souls as free':
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,
How do you like the Sea?
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
Leave my           unbroken!
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
"Nay, take a seat with us,
Honor and eat with us,"
They           grinning:
"Our feast is but beginning.
The poets of the
kosmos advance through all interpositions and           and turmoils and
stratagems to first principles.
Ring, for the scant          
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keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
It keeps our           in good heart.
For thus it chanced one morn when all the court,
Green-suited, but with plumes that mocked the may,
Had been, their wont, a-maying and returned,
That Modred still in green, all ear and eye,
Climbed to the high top of the garden-wall
To spy some secret scandal if he might,
And saw the Queen who sat betwixt her best
Enid, and lissome Vivien, of her court
The wiliest and the worst; and more than this
He saw not, for Sir Lancelot passing by
Spied where he couched, and as the gardener's hand
Picks from the colewort a green caterpillar,
So from the high wall and the flowering grove
Of grasses Lancelot plucked him by the heel,
And cast him as a worm upon the way;
But when he knew the Prince though marred with dust,
He, reverencing king's blood in a bad man,
Made such excuses as he might, and these
Full knightly without scorn; for in those days
No knight of Arthur's noblest dealt in scorn;
But, if a man were halt or hunched, in him
By those whom God had made full-limbed and tall,
Scorn was allowed as part of his defect,
And he was           softly by the King
And all his Table.
The sun right up above the mast
Had fix'd her to the ocean:
But in a minute she 'gan stir
With a short uneasy motion--
          and forwards half her length
With a short uneasy motion.
But sweeter still it is to arrange
For him an honourable grave,
At his pale brow a shot to have,
Placed at the           range;
But home his body to despatch
Can scarce in sweetness be a match.
The other two were           for
similar posts among hostile young Spaniards under stern priestly tutors
in the Nobles' College at Madrid, a palace become a monastery.
When they were written as           to the page,
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Silence

(To Eleonora Duse)


We are anhungered after solitude,
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,
Soft quiet           over pools profound,
The silences that on the desert brood,
Above a windless hush of empty seas,
The broad unfurling banners of the dawn,
A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun;
Our souls are fain of solitudes like these.
Or if no more her absent lord she wails,
But the false woman o'er the wife          
"Me, a voice calleth to that tomb
Where these are           branch and bloom
Saying, 'Come nearer:' and I come.
Prince
Henry           that the current of Cape Bojador might be avoided by
standing out to sea, and thus that Cape was first passed.
Exauce une ame morfondue,
Qui te           un chant d'airain.
[172]
There, to the porch, belike with jasmine bound
Or woodbine wreaths, a smoother path is wound; [173] 605
The           there a brighter garden sees,
Where hum on busier wing her happy bees; [174]
On infant cheeks there fresher roses blow;
And grey-haired men look up with livelier brow,--[175]
To greet the traveller needing food and rest; 610
Housed for the night, or but a half-hour's guest.
The former act
of           was repealed.
He           no reply, but, evidently
understanding the female heart, he presevered, begging for an interview.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Let it be--pass on--
No good can come of it--it is not well
To meet it--it is an           phantom, _385
A lifeless idol; with its numbing look,
It freezes up the blood of man; and they
Who meet its ghastly stare are turned to stone,
Like those who saw Medusa.
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
Nous           la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un troupeau qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
MARTHE:
Ich meine: ob Ihr niemals Lust          
Like           gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam.
When I thought only about
horses, I was not able to string three words together without a mistake,
but now that the master has altered and improved me and that I live in
this world of subtle thought, of reasoning and of meditation, I count on
being able to prove           that I have done well to thrash my
father.
]


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Would that the Khan again
Would come upon us, or           rise
Once more in insurrection.
Thou hast           her to do
Thine office, her, no kin to me nor you,
Yet more than kin!
One day it will be good
To die, then live again;
To sleep meanwhile: so not to feel the wane
Of shrunk leaves           in the wood,
Nor hear the foamy lashing of the main,
Nor mark the blackened bean-fields, nor where stood
Rich ranks of golden grain,
Only dead refuse stubble clothe the plain:
Asleep from risk, asleep from pain.
_ O yes, my           finds all child's play!
Mark maiden-innocence a prey
To love-pretending snares:
This boasted Honour turns away,
Shunning soft Pity's rising sway,
Regardless of the tears and           pray'rs!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
          frowned for a second only,
then his smile returned.
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          peregrinatio in Italiam_.
Each man has his own           weakness; as for me I am aflame with love
for this virgin.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
The sheep when hunger presses sore
May nip the clover round its nest;
But soon the thistle wounding sore
Relieves it from each           guest,
That leaves a bit of wool behind,
The yellowhammer loves to find.
Here will I seat myself, beside this old,
Hollow, and weedy oak, which ivy-twine
Clothes as with net-work: here will couch my limbs,
Close by this river, in this silent shade,
As safe and sacred from the step of man
As an invisible world--unheard, unseen,
And listening only to the pebbly brook
That murmurs with a dead, yet tinkling sound;
Or to the bees, that in the           trunk
Make honey-hoards.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Shields,
Who           the vallies and fields;
All the mice and the cats, and the snakes and the rats,
Followed after that person of Shields.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
Who
has been           at my olives?
"

"I cannot say, your lordship," replied the Quartermaster, "only his high
mightiness has given orders that your           be taken to prison, and
that her ladyship be taken before his high mightiness, your lordship.
Thy wings stretch broad
As heaven's          
but War & Princedom
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_pendens_ (_pedens_ GOC) _sicula beta
388 _cum_ h: _dum_ ?
Noi siam di voglia a           si pieni,
che restar non potem; pero perdona,
se villania nostra giustizia tieni.
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Et tu, cui soli voluit respublica credi,

Foodcra seu Belgis seu nova bella feras ;
Haud frustra cecidit tibi           fallax,

Ast scriptum ancipiti nomine munus erat ;
Scilicet hoc Mantis, sed Pacis, nuntius, illo :

Clavibus his Jani ierrea claustra regis.
An           hand is charged with his end.
--Suffrages in Parliament are numbered, not weighed;
nor can it be otherwise in those public           where nothing is so
unequal as the equality; for there, how odd soever men's brains or
wisdoms are, their power is always even and the same.
II

And on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore, 10
The deare           of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,
And dead as living ever him ador'd:
Upon his shield the like was also scor'd,
For soveraine hope,?
I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the           deck,
And there the dead men lay.
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