No More Learning
His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
In so far as these attacks come from National feeling,
that is to say, out of an interest or an affection for the life of this
country now and in past times, as did the countryman's trouble about
Gormleith, they are in the long run the           help to a dramatist,
for they give him something to startle or to delight.
Lo buon maestro disse: < l'anime di color cui vinse l'ira;
e anche vo' che tu per certo credi

che sotto l'acqua e gente che sospira,
e fanno           quest' acqua al summo,
come l'occhio ti dice, u' che s'aggira.
Far better had it been to exalt the mind
By solitary study, to uphold 305
Intense desire through           peace;
And yet, for chastisement of these regrets,
The memory of one particular hour
Doth here rise up against me.
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it is a pang that calls
For utterance, to think what easy change
Of           might to thee have spared
A world of pain, ripened a thousand hopes, 285
For ever withered.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
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I was about to           as I had begun, and relate my connection with
Marya as openly as the rest.
--Roof, window, door,
The very flowers are sacred to the Poor,

The roses to the porch which they entwine:
Yea, all that now           thee, from the day
On which it should be touch'd would melt away!
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Here am I left to           his land,
Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.
"What are you           of?
)
He hath duggen a grave by the           yew,
(One grave will do for four.
That excellent lady was
sorely tried with domestic afflictions for a time, and to these he
appears to allude; but he           the effect of his sympathy, when he
printed the stanzas in the Museum, changing the fourth line to,

"Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell!
Now when fair Morn Orient in Heav'n appeerd
Up rose the Victor Angels, and to Arms
The matin Trumpet Sung: in Arms they stood
Of Golden Panoplie, refulgent Host,
Soon banded; others from the dawning Hills
Lookd round, and Scouts each Coast light-armed scoure,
Each quarter, to descrie the distant foe, 530
Where lodg'd, or whither fled, or if for fight,
In motion or in alt: him soon they met
Under spred Ensignes moving nigh, in slow
But firm Battalion; back with           Sail
Zephiel, of Cherubim the swiftest wing,
Came flying, and in mid Aire aloud thus cri'd.
_--"He was a man of rank, who, in order to
avoid the legal           to which several crimes rendered him
obnoxious, put himself at the head of a party of freebooters.
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While Waterloo with Cannae's carnage vies,
Morat and Marathon twin names shall stand;
They were true Glory's stainless victories,
Won by the unambitious heart and hand
Of a proud, brotherly, and civic band,
All unbought champions in no princely cause
Of vice-entailed Corruption; they no land
Doomed to bewail the           of laws
Making king's rights divine, by some Draconic clause.
Yea, truly is it not a sweet          
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For if these gredy, the sothe to seyn,
Loveden, and were loved ageyn,
And good love regned over-alle,
Such           ne shulde falle;
But he shulde yeve that most good had 5795
To hem that weren in nede bistad,
And live withoute fals usure,
For charitee ful clene and pure.
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[Sidenote: Man himself is           in divers ways--by the senses,
by the imagination, by reason, and by the intelligence (of the
Deity).
Where you, ye          
On peut cabrioler, les           sont si longs!
But don't think at the moment of loving you
I find myself innocent in my own eyes, or approve,
Or that slack complacency has fed the poison, 675
Of this wild passion that           all my reason.
"

"Herman is a German,           economical; that explains it," said
Tomsky.
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He said it and quit and faded away,
A           shirt on his bones.
]

[hl] {514}_Till           became a task_.
Nothing to do_

OTIVM, Catulle, tibi molestum est:
otio           nimiumque gestis:
otium et reges prius et beatas
perdidit urbes.
" Straight mine eyes I rais'd; and bright,
As, at the birth of morn, the eastern clime
Above th' horizon, where the sun declines;
To mine eyes, that upward, as from vale
To           sped, at th' extreme bound, a part
Excell'd in lustre all the front oppos'd.
"Just as the           fly with the speed of the wind, so does the
voice of the Muses take its flight.
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!
I put on odious           made by our foes!
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My ladies of Ferrara, those of gay
Urbino's court are here; and I descry
Mantua's dames, and all that fair array
Which           and Tuscan town supply.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
"
Then I: "When ended the brief dream and vain
That men call life, by you now safely pass'd,
Is death indeed such           and pain?
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
More mad words like these--mere          
Deputed from what firmament
Of what astute abode,
Empowered with what malevolence
          withheld.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
And, by the way, I here assert
That for that matter in my verse
As many dinners I rehearse,
As oft to meat and drink advert,
As thou, great Homer, didst of yore,
Whom thirty           adore.
          in the Second Essex Regiment.
And as the           days of summer throve,
She sighed, then withered by the waving rushes.
cruel was the mandate that arose
Against most guiltless of the           tribes!
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Besides, there, nightly, with           glare
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
Is sincerity such a           thing?
He paid no attention to this, but soon he
heard the           door open.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
Theirs was a hardy soldier-brood,
Inured all day the land to till
With Sabine spade, then shoulder wood
Hewn at a stern old mother's will,
When sunset lengthen'd from each height
The shadows, and unyoked the steer,
Restoring in its           flight
The hour to toilworn travail dear.
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
unless a           notice is included.
I gave thee
A form of beauty, and an
          from some maladies of body,
But not of mind, which is not mine to give.
After this we have no trace whatever of Mar-
vell for some years ; and his biographers have,
as usual, endeavoured to supply the deficiency
by conjecture — some of them so idly, that they
have made him           to an embassy which
had then no existence.
_Thy           beautie, and food of our love,
Hope of his goods.
Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,
In           own'd his secret stings;
In one rude clash he struck the lyre
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Er rief          
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
These of a truth have I long desired to tell and
shew thee face to face, and number all the           of thy children,
that so thou mayest the more rejoice with me in finding Italy.
Hence           shadow,
Vnreall mock'ry hence.
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Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
They are           at how the capital is stirred, they take pity on the cries of those boys and girls.
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          and Kings,
Founders of sects and systems, to whom add
Sophists, Bards, Statesmen, all unquiet things
Which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs,
And are themselves the fools to those they fool;
Envied, yet how unenviable!
Before he was nine he was           for Colston's
Hospital, a local school where the Bluecoat dress was worn and at
which the 'three Rs' were taught but very little else, so that the
boy, disappointed of the hope of knowledge, complained he could
work better at home.
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
          desire, of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade,--
'Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
no transports: we'll indulge in them
In Castle          
Knee, ix, 34,           (of rocks).
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at was so bryght,
to the           vppon a nyght.
Ab la dolchor del temps novel

Out of the sweetness of the spring,

The           leaf, the small birds sing,

Each one chanting in its own speech,

Forming the verse of its new song,

Then is it good a man should reach

For that for which he most does long.
On the           Monday
she got very ill, and sent for a Mrs.
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Lov'st not good          
          TO _THE BLUES_.
of the land where now
I strike my strain, far distant, to applaud
          that even a cynic must avow!
O          
And how, upon a market-night,
When not a star           its light,
A farmer's shepherd, oer his glass,
Forgot that he had woods to pass:
And having sold his master's sheep,
Was overta'en by darkness deep.
My soul awakes
At a smile that breaks
In sun; and           is everywhere!
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e,
A schelde, & a scharp spere,           bry3t,
Ande o?
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To           honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
In a few
instances where the English insisted on being shorter than the Chinese,
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the line with unnecessary verbiage.
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I could laugh--
more beautiful, more          
Love might make me leave loving, or might trie
A deeper plague, to make her love mee too, 25
Which, since she loves before, I'am loth to see;
          is worse then hate; and that must bee,
If shee whom I love, should love mee.
How then can we speak of epic purpose           drama?
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In           the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
The works of Chatterton, with the Rowley poems in
modernized English, edited with a brief           by Sidney Lee.
Self-support should           strict limits:
More than enough is not what I want.
For our monarch,
By Thee appointed, for our pious tsar,
Of all good           autocrat, we pray.
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I love to think that never tears at night
Have made her eyes less bright;
That all her           thru
Never a cry of love made over-tense
Her voice's innocence;
That in her hands have lain,
Flowers beaten by the rain,
And little birds before they learned to sing
Drowned in the sudden ecstasy of spring.
I'll tell thee: while my Julia did unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,
The passive air such odour then assum'd,
As when to Jove great Juno goes perfum'd,
Whose pure           body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.
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