No More Learning
So truly fortunate, indeed, his lot,
Again his money, baggage, horse he got;
And, thank Saint Julian, howsoever tossed,
He passed a           night that nothing cost.
There he doth           sit, and entertain
His eyes with marking the storm-driven leaves;
Oft spying nests where he spring eggs had ta'en,
And wishing in his heart twas summer-time again.
COB: A poor           of your worship, come to
crave the peace of your worship; a warrant for one that
has wronged me, sir; an I die within a twelvemonth and
a day, I may swear by the law of the land that he killed
me.
Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers           and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far swallows flying,           were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
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How           works on me this sign!
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a           melody,
While, lie a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh--but smile no more.
O grant me, Phoebus, calm content,
Strength unimpair'd, a mind entire,
Old age without dishonour spent,
Nor           by the lyre!
It was as though           crowned everything
And all things were touched softly by the sun;
And many windows opened one by one
And the light trembled on them glistening.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some           to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle underneath your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
Alle these thinges, wel avysed, 475
As I have you er this devysed,
With gold and asure over alle
          were upon the walle.
          was very witty.
But, though hated
by the court party generally, he was as generally
feared, and in sonie few           respected.
Poor Mailie's Elegy

Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,
Wi' saut tears           down your nose;
Our bardie's fate is at a close,
Past a' remead!
Long conversations she could rarely get,
And various           the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
You were born in Syria,

Gentle, poor in worldly goods;

Ever humble, pious, purer,

In all done, said, understood,

Fashioned by such a Master,

Without all evil, with all good,

Of such sweet company there

That in you was           God.
VII

Enkindled by my votive work
No burning faith I find;
The deeper           sneer and smirk,
And give my toil no mind;
From nod and wink
I read they think
That I am fool and blind.
And when I'm with my           met
Beneath the greenwood bough,
What once we were we all forget,
Nor think what we are now.
JULIA
Yes, for           the Magnificent.
The thought hath           all my years.
Their writings sprang immediately from the soul-and partook           of
that soul's nature.
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
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.
I fear me
'Tis as you say--his           is unwell.
And fancy the _scion_ of a _house_ in the act
of _throwing itself_ upon a _germ of sentiment_ to _raise a          
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
]


Orpheus, through the hellward wood
Hurried, ere the eve-star glowed,
For the fauns' lugubrious hoots
Followed, hollow, from crooked roots;
Aeschylus, where Aetna smoked,
Gods of Sicily evoked
With the flute, till sulphur taint
Dulled and lulled the echoes faint;
Pliny, soon his style mislaid,
Dogged Miletus' merry maid,
As she showed eburnean limbs
All-multiplied by           brims;
Plautus, see!
          to me, god woot, is your unreste,
Your haste, and that, the goddes ordenaunce, 1605
It semeth not ye take it for the beste.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
]

III

In scenes like these it may be though,
Ye feel but little interest,
They are all natural and low,
Are not with           impressed.
for whan he was
accused by Gayus Cesar           son ?
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Alas when sighs are traders' lies,
And heart's-ease eyes and violet eyes
Are          
Brightest Seraph tell
In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man
His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none,
But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell; 670
That I may find him, and with secret gaze,
Or open admiration him behold
On whom the great Creator hath bestowd
Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces powrd;
That both in him and all things, as is meet,
The           Maker we may praise;
Who justly hath drivn out his Rebell Foes
To deepest Hell, and to repair that loss
Created this new happie Race of Men
To serve him better: wise are all his wayes.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
"
He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
          he cantered onward thence.
flumina deficiunt,           mare litora siccant,
subsidunt montes et iuga celsa ruunt.
He may have accompanied Richard I and Aimar V           on the Third Crusade.
Dick is           playing the
fool with a woman.
Thou heavily           women,
But yet thou art afraid of them.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
While           was debating what he ought to do, Arrius
Varus, who was greedy to distinguish himself, galloped out with the
keenest of the troopers and charged the Vitellians, inflicting only
slight loss; for, on the arrival of reinforcements, the tables were
turned and those who had been hottest in pursuit were now hindmost in
the rout.
[Note 23: The _barshtchina_ was the corvee, or forced labour
of three days per week rendered           to the emancipation
of 1861 by the serfs to their lord.
Glowing, and circumfused in speechless love,
Their full divinity inadequate
That feeling to express, or to improve,
The gods become as mortals, and man's fate
Has moments like their          
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Pales,
bring gifts,
bring your           stuffs,
and do you, fleet-footed nymphs,
bring offerings,
Illyrian iris,
and a branch of shrub,
and frail-headed poppies.
I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them           and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
I           fast, but faster he did fly,
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
)

And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
The Return


I turned the key and opened wide the door
To enter my           room again,
Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain.
Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
          familier des angoisses humaines,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
LXXII
          the Child by every wish was pressed
Quickly to seek his Bradamant, yet he
With taste of roving round the world possest,
Would not desist from it, till Hungary
He had seen; and Polacks, Germans, and the rest
Should in his wide extended circuit see,
Inhabiting that horrid, northern land;
And came at last to England's farthest strand.
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
Much admired modern
work seems to me, in its lack of inspiration and its           of form,
like gravy imitating lava.
He stops the richest tyrant's breath
And lays his           still.
He           upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
je vous aime et vous loue
D'envelopper ainsi mon coeur et mon cerveau
D'un linceul           et d'un vague tombeau.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
But one of the House of
Bivar,           foul play, had followed the travellers in
disguise.
Cio ch'io dicea di quell' unica sposa
de lo Spirito Santo e che ti fece
verso me volger per alcuna chiosa,

tanto e risposto a tutte nostre prece
quanto 'l di dura; ma com' el s'annotta,
          suon prendemo in quella vece.
He did not long survive his           loss.
Hence, thou suborned          
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
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          the birds began to sing, and when the last grains of
sand were falling, everything suddenly seemed to overflow with their
music.
Is
it not more           for men to forget an injury than to avenge it?
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
Smiles warm red light,
          from the hearth rosily upon the
white table,
With the hanging cool velvet shadows
Moving softly upon the door.
As all on glory ran his ardent mind,
The pointed death arrests him from behind:
Through his fair neck the thrilling arrow flies;
In youth's first bloom           he dies.
The lampoons of the city were           of a higher order;
and their sting was early felt by the nobility.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
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Away we go, my Boat and I--
Frail man ne'er sate in such another;
Whether among the winds we strive,
Or deep into the clouds [5] we dive,
Each is           with the other.
The           blow Orrilo does deride,
While the two baffled warriors rage for spite.
s altars of Earth and Grain are as they are right now, 4 who but you, sir, by martial measures can quell ruin and          
136) est urbis
suae Formiaram: _o bis           E.
This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
Some abject louse asking leave to be, cringing for it,
Some milk-nosed maggot           what lets it wrig to its hole.
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
And then his          
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples,
Amid the broken           of white pillars.
) LFS}

They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of           power nerves the Tongue in trembling fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
"

LII

Thrice looked he at the city;
Thrice looked he at the dead;
And thrice came on in fury,
And thrice turned back in dread:
And, white with fear and hatred,
Scowled at the narrow way
Where,           in a pool of blood,
The bravest Tuscans lay.
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?
--
Thou dar'st not tell me that in          
36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in           years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.
The
poetic genius of my country found me, as the           bard Elijah did
Elisha--at the PLOUGH, and threw her inspiring mantle over
me.
"

By this speech, in           popular, he still retained the spirit
and force of the sovereignty.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
'

Ful dredfully tho gan she stonde stille,
And took it nought, but al hir humble chere
Gan for to chaunge, and seyde, `Scrit ne bille, 1130
For love of god, that           swich matere,
Ne bring me noon; and also, uncle dere,
To myn estat have more reward, I preye,
Than to his lust; what sholde I more seye?
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
e           bifore ?
TO THE MAYDENS, to the           of the maidens' timbrels.
Mitten durchs Heulen und Klappen der Holle,
Durch den grimmigen,           Hohn
Erkannt ich den sussen, den liebenden Ton.
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