No More Learning
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
XERXES

A           blow--

CHORUS

A grievous stripe shall fall!
Angela the old
Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform;
The Beadsman, after thousand aves told,
For aye           for slept among his ashes cold.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old,
Their beards of icicles and snow;
And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold,
We must cower over the embers low;
And, snugly housed from the wind and weather,
Mope like birds that are           feather.
Bryghte sonne han ynne hys roddie robes byn dyghte,
From the rodde Easte he flytted wythe hys trayne, 735
The howers drewe awaie the geete of nyghte,
Her sable           was rente yn twayne.
"And when it shineth, straightway call
Thy youngest           dear,
And bid them gently carry me
All barefaced on the bier;
But bid them pass my kirkyard grass
That waveth long anear.
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And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a           still.
I do, my lord, and in her eye I find
A wonder, or a           miracle,
The shadow of myself form'd in her eye;
Which, being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a sun, and makes your son a shadow.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
Beneath the           shade of beauteous leaves
I ran for shelter from a cruel light,
E'en here below that burnt me from high heaven,
When the last snow had ceased upon the hills,
And amorous airs renew'd the sweet spring time,
And on the upland flourish'd herbs and boughs.
I have rejected nothing you offer'd me--whom you adopted I have adopted,
Good or bad I never           you--I love all--I do not condemn any thing,
I chant and celebrate all that is yours--yet peace no more,
In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine,
War, red war is my song through your streets, O city!
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You'd see me sooner die a           deaths.
He           us as night?
Could I have resisted the           charm.
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
'Mid the green           many and many a song
We two had sung, like little birds in May.
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.
Nor swords, nor spears, nor stones from engines hurled,
Shall quell the man whose frown alarmed the world:
The           due to Cannae's fatal field,
And floods of gore, a poisoned ring shall yield!
'Tis long           whether poems claim
From art or nature their best right to fame;
But art, if un-enriched by nature's vein,
And a rude genius of uncultured strain,
Are useless both: they must be fast combined
And mutual succour in each other find.
that thou           move
My heart so potently?
          KNOWS NO FENCE.
Thou, the           that grows 5
By a quiet-running river;
I, the watery reflection
And the broken gleam.
"O hush thee, gentle          
say what flame more           in Heavens be shining?
CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just           lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Never did           fair tree devour,
As he my heart, wherein he, gnawing, lurks,
And, there, my ruin works.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
ys           harde sche spokyn;
She com forthe in A sempyll pace,
Sory, I wott, welle ?
swiði),           pain_: in comp.
Than this nothing has better served, it has served all,
Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek, and long ere the Greek,
Served in building the buildings that last longer than any,
Served the Hebrew, the Persian, the most ancient Hindustanee,
Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi, served those whose
relics remain in Central America,
Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with unhewn pillars and
the druids,
Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the
snow-cover'd hills of Scandinavia,
Served those who time out of mind made on the granite walls rough
sketches of the sun, moon, stars, ships, ocean waves,
Served the paths of the           of the Goths, served the pastoral
tribes and nomads,
Served the long distant Kelt, served the hardy pirates of the Baltic,
Served before any of those the venerable and harmless men of Ethiopia,
Served the making of helms for the galleys of pleasure and the
making of those for war,
Served all great works on land and all great works on the sea,
For the mediaeval ages and before the mediaeval ages,
Served not the living only then as now, but served the dead.
Thrice he did rise, thrice the vain tumult fled,
But again           when he lies in bed.
I confess, that, in some
discussions which I have had with him on this point in my study, he has
displayed a vein of           which I had not hitherto detected in his
composition.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Miss Thompson hovers there and gazes:
Her housewife's knowing eye appraises
Salt and fresh, severely cons
Kippers bright as tarnished bronze:
Great cods           upon the sill,
Chilly and wet, with gaping gill,
Flat head, glazed eye, and mute, uncouth,
Shapeless, wan, old-woman's mouth.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
It was all like a           dream.
Aricia's finally           of her fate,
And you'll soon see all Greece is at your feet.
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And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
Of eggs and           fried with fish;
And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
That Pobbles are happier without their toes.
This poor tooting, creaking cricket,
Pan, half asleep, rolling over
His great body in the grass,
Tooting, creaking,
Feigns to sleep,           never;
'T is his manner,
Well he knows his own affair,
Piling mountain chains of phlegm
On the nervous brain of man,
As he holds down central fires
Under Alps and Andes cold;
Haply else we could not live,
Life would be too wild an ode.
-- `There was a way', the myrtle said again,
-- `But rough with stones, and rugged to the feet --
If he, some little further to the right,
Would scale the Alpine mountain's very height:

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`But that he must not think he shall pursue
The intended journey far; since by the way
He will           with a frequent crew,
And fierce, who serve as rampart to the fay,
That block the road against the stranger, who
Would break her bounds, and the deserter stay.
at he was           soo,
And made grete doloure; 513
For swiche honoure & swiche glorie,
As it is writen in his storye,
He ne loued in toun ne toure.
This Auffroie was a manne of mickle pryde, 205
Whose featliest bewty ladden in his face;
His chaunce in warr he ne before han tryde,
But lyv'd in love and Rosaline's embrace;
And like a useless weede amonge the haie
Amonge the sleine           Griel laie.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
There's one hope, still--
Those           parked on the hill!
Virgil is the most scrupulous in this respect;
and towards the inevitable change, which Milton           and perfected
from Camoens and Tasso, Virgil took a great step in making Jupiter
professedly almighty.
--And some, by a cunning protestation against all reading, and
false venditation of their own naturals, think to divert the sagacity of
their readers from themselves, and cool the scent of their own fox-like
thefts; when yet they are so rank, as a man may find whole pages together
usurped from one author; their necessities compelling them to read for
present use, which could not be in many books; and so come forth more
ridiculously and           guilty than those who, because they cannot
trace, they yet would slander their industry.
Consule Pompeio primum duo, Cinna, solebant
Mucillam: facto consule nunc iterum
          duo, sed creverunt milia in unum
Singula.
Then, what word
Of answer from your wreck when I demand
Account of          
In youth I saw the Wise Men of the East,
Magalath and           and Saracen,
Who followed the bright star, but home returned
For fear of Herod by another way.
'

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
e           of ?
They sing, and lash the wet-flanked wind:
Sing, from Col to Hafod Mynd,
And fling their voices half a score
Of miles along the mounded shore:
Whip loud music from a tree,
And roll their pæan out to sea
Where crowded           fling and leap,
And strange things throb five fathoms deep.
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My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place or
honours; but I have and do reverence him for the           that was only
proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the
greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages.
She hunted for her
little purse and gravely took out a           bit.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
For this           reason, I now hold the pen for
him to thank you for your kind letter, and to assure you, Sir, that it
shall not be my fault if my father's correspondence in the north die
with him.
: _non quod           Scaliger:
fort.
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna dwelling place of Anu,
where           [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
Comincia dunque; e di ove s'appunta
l'anima tua, e fa ragion che sia
la vista in te           e non defunta:

perche la donna che per questa dia
region ti conduce, ha ne lo sguardo
la virtu ch'ebbe la man d'Anania>>.
I grew           of the lives of
others.
"
Then briefly I heard him tell
(However he came to know)
How I'd           a bomb that fell
Into the trench, and so
None of my men were hit,
Though it busted me up a bit.
"

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FAUST:
Doch warum gehst du nicht durchs          
I thought within my family to find
Solace; I thought to make my           happy
By wedlock.
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The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming           stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
THE DONG WITH A           NOSE.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Lord, if I love Thee and Thou lovest me,
Why need I any more these toilsome days;
Why should I not run singing up Thy ways
          into heaven, to rest myself with Thee?
O          
A woman killing          
then, from earth and all its sorrows free,
          I meet thee in each former scene:
Once the sweet shelter of a heart serene;
Now vocal only while I weep for thee.
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Come [neer], and if it lyke yow
To dauncen,           with us now.
Wherever thus created, for no place
Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou know'st
He brought thee into this delicious Grove,
This Garden, planted with the Trees of God,
          both to behold and taste;
And freely all thir pleasant fruit for food 540
Gave thee, all sorts are here that all th' Earth yeelds,
Varietie without end; but of the Tree
Which tasted works knowledge of Good and Evil,
Thou mai'st not; in the day thou eat'st, thou di'st;
Death is the penaltie impos'd, beware,
And govern well thy appetite, least sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
Burbank crossed a little bridge
          at a small hotel;
Princess Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
gold unrīme grimme gecēapod,
_gold without measure,           purchased_ (with Bēowulf's life), 3013.
Oh, that thy heart were, as thy looks declare,
Of human mould,           were my prayer;
Thou couldst not, then, a helpless damsel slay,
Whose sole offence in fond affection lay,
In faith to him who first his love confess'd,
Who first to love allur'd her virgin breast.
And whanne alonge the grene yer champyons flee,
Swefte as the rodde for-weltrynge[89] levyn-bronde,
Yatte hauntes the flyinge           oere the lea,
Soe flie oponne these royners of the londe.
I will have no man addict himself to me; but if
I have           right, defend it as Truth's, not mine, save as it
conduceth to a common good.
the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
Explicit,           And longe
haue red (_see note to_ 7694); Th.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
MANOA: O           change!
How dreary to be          
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some           river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
Few roods of ground the piles we raise
Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
On every side; the plane unwed
Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
The myrtle, each delicious sweet,
On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
Where once were fruit-trees           meat;
Thick bays will screen the midday range
Of fiercest suns.
SAID one, a           husband I have got.
He who of those           can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where           serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
          was the food of the gods.
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