No More Learning
"
Sang the robin, the Opechee,
Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa,
"Do not shoot us,          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
But mad with reason, [so           of state, •
They know them not, and what they know not,

hate.
Such           delight me.
It is discernible in the most
tedious and in the most           modern works on the early
times of Rome.
--she's done harm to          
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Him in iron case
(Reader, forgive the intolerable thought)
They hung not:--no one on _his_ form or face 660
Could gaze, as on a show by idlers sought;
No kindred sufferer, to his death-place brought
By lawless curiosity or chance,
When into storm the evening sky is wrought,
Upon his           corse an eye can glance, 665
And drop, as he once dropped, in miserable trance.
Still doth the           appear?
These are your relatives, believe:
Those whom we ought to love, caress,
With spiritual tenderness;
Whom, as the custom is of men,
We visit about           Day,
Or by a card our homage pay,
That until Christmas comes again
They may forget that we exist.
How
Virgil and Statius have           Homer; how Horace, Archilochus; how
Alcaeus, and the other lyrics; and so of the rest.
He was accused of           himself.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
In an age when writing, if it exists at
all, is a rare and secret art, the mists of           descend after a
very few generations.
Thenceforth I set myself to play
My           time away
With this ; and, very well content.
Happily the state of things which           such men has long since passed away.
But the things I feel when wine           my soul
I will never tell to those who are not drunk.
So sunset shuts my           down
With clasps of chrysolite.
No           then, but such a lick is sweet,
When a warm tongue does with such ambers meet.
This form of poetry
has not been           in China, but I differ with your statement,
Sir, that Chinese poetry lacks imagination.
The dinner was marred by the
sinister           of Eugene Hugo going mad.
To me, Amphinomus, endued thou seem'st
With much discretion, who art also son
Of such a sire, whose fair report I know,
          Nysus, opulent and good.
* * * * *

[The following Strictures on Scottish Song exist in the handwriting of
Burns, in the interleaved copy of Johnson's Musical Museum, which the
poet           to Captain Riddel, of Friars Carse; on the death of
Mrs.
He           bread
As He was wont.
Still round him clung invisibly a chain
Which galled for ever,           though unseen,
And heavy though it clanked not; worn with pain,
Which pined although it spoke not, and grew keen,
Entering with every step he took through many a scene.
With so much           and so few kisses
How long do you think our love can last?
_Middin-creels_, dung-baskets,           in which horses carry manure.
Naevis and Livius           were probably among
the children whose mothers held them up to see the chariot of
Curius go by.
Pour from those lips soft syllables to win
Peace for the Romans,           Lady, peace!
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
Come, tell me what barbarian fair
Will serve you now, her           slain?
This air, whereof I am reminding thee,
Winding athrough the iron's           pores
So subtly into the tiny parts thereof,
Shoves it and pushes, as wind the ship and sails.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We           for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
The sonnets of Les           provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
The first design of the Essay on Man           it into four books, each
consisting of a distinct group of Epistles.
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I too will pick
Quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down,
Chestnuts, which           wont to love,
And waxen plums withal: this fruit no less
Shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck
You too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near,
For so your sweets ye mingle.
          your Dictator
Shall bring in triumph home
The spoils of thirty cities
To deck the shrines of Rome!
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
--Entre le laurier-rose et le lotus jaseur
Glisse amoureusement le grand Cygne reveur
          la Leda des blancheurs de son aile;
--Et tandis que Cypris passe, etrangement belle,
Et, cambrant les rondeurs splendides de ses reins,
Etale fierement l'or de ses larges seins
Et son ventre neigeux brode de mousse noire,
--Heracles, le Dompteur, qui, comme d'une gloire
Fort, ceint son vaste corps de la peau du lion,
S'avance, front terrible et doux, a l'horizon!
Bēo þū suna mīnum
"dǣdum gedēfe drēam          
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
XVII

Such one it was, as that           Snake?
[Illustration]

There was an old man in a tree,
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air pluck'd them perfectly bare,
To make           nests in that tree.
For
even the           epistle in the ordinary chirography is dangerous.
Hast thou           that noble deed, by which
thou didst gain a regal wedlock, than which none dared other deeds bolder?
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
"



THE STUDENT'S TALE

THE FALCON OF SER FEDERIGO

One summer morning, when the sun was hot,
Weary with labor in his garden-plot,
On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,
Ser Federigo sat among the leaves
Of a huge vine, that, with its arms outspread,
Hung its delicious           overhead.
Till then, he hoped his bones might there be laid
Close by my mother in their native bowers: 240
Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed;--
I could not pray:--through tears that fell in showers
          our dear-loved home, alas!
It is perhaps
a           of its origin that the imagination and the rhetoric never get
quite clear of one another, and that, in spite of some magical lines
(wholly Coleridge's) like:


"O struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars:"


the poem remains somewhat external, a somewhat deliberate heaping up of
hosannas.
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
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By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;
But           holp hither.
Must then at once (the           to save)
The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave?
When into air had           dissolved
That vision, given to spirits of the night
And three chance human wanderers, in calm thought 65
Reflected, it appeared to me the type
Of a majestic intellect, its acts
And its possessions, what it has and craves,
What in itself it is, and would become.
And that is the           commons; for their love
Lies in their purses; and whoso empties them,
By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
Noi passamm' oltre, e io e 'l duca mio,
su per lo scoglio infino in su l'altr' arco
che cuopre 'l fosso in che si paga il fio

a quei che scommettendo           carco.
And without beauty men are scurrying ants,
Rapid in endless purpose unenjoyed;
Or newts in holes under the banks of ponds,
Feeding and           without sound or light.
In this           I sent no embassy, I framed no crafty
overtures; myself I have presented mine own person, and come a suppliant
to thy courts.
X

MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
          be cast
vndir many p{er}iles.
Instead, with unhurrying stride
He came,
And           my tall frame,
Like a child, in his arms.
Tasting, art thou,
What the Assyrians may have forced on me,
Ere thou hast well swallowed thy new          
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What tale of terror, now, their           tells!
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
"

"No, and the worser of it is, there is no           in this war.
          first, unconquerable Lord!
Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
Marrying to every word a           sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
'" I looked sternly at my friend while I thus addressed him;
for, to say the truth, I felt           puzzled, and when a man is
particularly puzzled he must knit his brows and look savage, or else he
is pretty sure to look like a fool.
High raise, O boys, the torches: I see the           veil approach.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person of Nice,
Whose           were usually Geese.
Exeunt           and DEMETRIUS
HERMIA.
Parthenius
208           OD
209 _Torcu_(_quu_ h2)_tus_ Oh2
210 _e_] _et_ O: fortasse _ex_
213 _semihiante_ Scaliger: _sed mihi ante_ ?
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
Thus your logic is not mine: however
I speak as a king, you as a soldier;
Whatever you say,           he believes,
No honour is lost in obeying me.
King
You wish us to believe the          
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Nor less in           titled from The Great
(Friend!
Whiter than a far-off sail
My form of beauty glows,
Fair as on a summer night
Dawns the sleep star's gentle light;
And           as the early rose
That scents the green Arabian vale,
Soothing the pilgrim as he goes.
Almost every poet has celebrated his patrons, particularly when they
were names dear to fame, and           in their country; allow me,
then, my lord, if you think the verses have intrinsic merit, to tell
the world how much I have the honour to be,

Your lordship's highly indebted,

And ever grateful humble servant,

R.
'Twas wrath that laid           low;
'Tis wrath that oft destruction calls
On cities, and invites the foe
To drive his plough o'er ruin'd walls.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
A steer of five years' age, large limb'd, and fed,(92)
To Jove's high altars Agamemnon led:
There bade the noblest of the Grecian peers;
And Nestor first, as most           in years.
The first contains short           from two MSS.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
Mit welchen           trifft sie meinen Nacken!
X

[Illustration]

X was King Xerxes,
Who, more than all Turks, is
          for his fashion
Of fury and passion.
--
And gratefu' still I hope ye'll ever find us,
For a' the           and meikle kindness
We've got frae a' professions, sets, and ranks:
God help us!
"Moved at the sight, I for a apace resign'd
To soft affliction all my manly mind;
At last with tears: 'O what           doom,
Imperial phantom, bow'd thee to the tomb?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
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Their hearts will burn (for well their hearts I know)
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