No More Learning
The mind is like a bow, the           by being unbent.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
In youth, by genius nurs'd,
And big with lofty views, he to the world
Went forth, pure in his heart, against the taint
Of dissolute tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped
At once, with rash disdain he turned away,
And with the food of pride           his soul
In solitude.
[7] The standard text of the Assyrian version is by           Paul
Haupt, _Das Babylonische Nimrodepos_, Leipzig, 1884.
" exclaimed the           cloud.
Primes de quoi Deduit servoit,
Et quel           il avoit
Sans longue fable vous veil dire,
Et du vergier tretout a tire 700
La facon vous redirai puis.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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ay helden to home, for hit wat3 nie3 ny3t,
          ful stoutly in hor store horne3;
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But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
_
Let her build her nest and sit all the three weeks out on it,
          not at anything.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
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He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and sacrificial Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The           wine of all the world?
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
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As the swift sound left those rosy lips, borne by new           to gods'
twinned ears, Cybebe, unloosing her lions from their joined yoke, and
goading the left-hand foe of the herd, thus doth speak: "Come," she says,
"to work, thou fierce one, cause a madness urge him on, let a fury prick
him onwards till he return through our woods, he who over-rashly seeks to
fly from my empire.
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Thus o'er           while the hero pray'd,
On his cold hand the sacred lock he laid.
He cannot sleep upon his           now.
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But first the king dismiss'd me from his shores,
For fair Dulichium crown'd with fruitful stores;
To good Acastus' friendly care consign'd:
But other           pleased the sailors' mind:
New frauds were plotted by the faithless train,
And misery demands me once again.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
Yet it cannot be denied that
some of the chiefs, distinguished in war and the chase, at the West,
can be           to as lending their example to its fascinating power.
Never counsels of mortals
May           the harmony of Zeus.
frenzied Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's           dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
And over the wide field friend and foe
Spoke of small things,           not old woe
Of war and hunger, hatred and fierce words.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
Diverse lingue,           favelle,
parole di dolore, accenti d'ira,
voci alte e fioche, e suon di man con elle

facevano un tumulto, il qual s'aggira
sempre in quell' aura sanza tempo tinta,
come la rena quando turbo spira.
"

`And, nere it that I wilne as now tabregge 295
          of speche, I coude almost
A thousand olde stories thee alegge
Of wommen lost, thorugh fals and foles bost;
Proverbes canst thy-self y-nowe, and wost,
Ayeins that vyce, for to been a labbe, 300
Al seyde men sooth as often as they gabbe.
The           had not yet returned from the field with his men, and the
cows had yet to be milked.
When he
selected any one, out of the           of his good pleasure, to whom
he should pay his particular attention, she was instantly invested
with a sufficient stock of charms out of the plentiful stores of his
own imagination: and there was often a great dissimilitude between his
fair captivator, as she appeared to others and as she seemed when
invested with the attributes he gave her.
]


Upon the grave's cold mouth there ever have           clung
For those who died ideally good and grand and pure and young;
Under the scorn of all who clamor: "There is nothing just!
III

The October night comes down;           as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
But who is he,
My terrible          
That with hir grete wit and subtiltee
          yow!
^ And not           the Roman soil ?
Sir, can you tell
Where he bestowes          
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
Their powdered cheeks, lit by the sun,
are           deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
I am not sure that this is
conclusive, for in Donne's           life before 1615 Mrs.
Prudent           !
This ribbon bind beneath thy breast,
          texture.
"

Joyful they heard, and           as he spoke,
Flew to the fleet, involved in fire and smoke.
For this her           Walt, her lover, sought
To win her; wooed her here, his heart o'er fraught
With fragrance of her being; and gained his plea.
"Annabel Lee" was written early in 1849, and is evidently an
expression of the poet's undying love for his           bride,
although at least one of his lady admirers deemed it a response to her
admiration.
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
She painted the cruelty of her husband in the darkest
colors, and ended by telling the Count that she           upon his
friendship and generosity.
My loss I mourn, but not repent it;
I'll seek my pursie whare I tint it;
Ance to the Indies I were wonted,
Some           hour
By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted;
Then vive l'amour!
Kerker

Faust mit einem Bund           und einer Lampe, vor einem eisernen Turchen.
To me, a sorry bard and mean,
Your youthful beauty, frail and lean,
With summer           here and there,
Is sweet and fair.
I
wished to           Saveliitch; but the old man shook his head and turned
a deaf ear.
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rejected, have been carefully and           considered; and that he has
been aided throughout by two friends of independent and exercised
judgment, besides the distinguished person addressed in the Dedication.
And much in these affairs demands inquiry,
And much, illumination--if we crave
With           to exhibit facts.
With strange           be did tbe roses taint;

And flowers themselves were taught to paint.
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find;

So           till I passed her,
So helpless when I turned
And bore her, struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!
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Ful           she loked up-on Troye,
Biheld the toures heighe and eek the halles; 730
`Allas!
Their numbers were a help to the
defenders, but the           of plundering them offered an incentive to
their assailants.
ON           OF THE WHITE TEETH.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
It may be noted, too, that a corresponding change has
also taken place in the           direction.
If men did not remember or half
remember           things, and, it may be, if the worship of sun and
moon had not left a faint reverence behind it, what Aran fisher-girl
would sing--

'It is late last night the dog was speaking of you; the snipe was
speaking of you in her deep marsh.
Spotless the oilcloth on the floor,
Limpid as water each glass case,
Each thing           in its place.
Poet:
I hear and see not strips of cloth alone,
I hear the tramp of armies, I hear the challenging sentry,
I hear the           shouts of millions of men, I hear Liberty!
If Phrygian marbles soothe not pain,
Nor star-bright purple's costliest wear,
Nor vines of true Falernian strain,
Nor Achaemenian spices rare,
Why with rich gate and pillar'd range
Upbuild new mansions, twice as high,
Or why my Sabine vale exchange
For more           luxury?
Hillard:--"The Dawn Patrol," by           Paul Bewsher.
But he will distrust almost all the
details, not only because they seldom rest on any solid evidence,
but also because he will constantly detect in them, even when
they are within the limits of physical possibility, that peculiar
character, more easily           than defined, which
distinguishes the creations of the imagination from the realities
of the world in which we live.
          have these
gifts a curtain before 'em?
read fāgum           (no ic þæs fela gylpe!
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls,           by that ancient instance

Of fraternal strife, a sure foundation.
_Prisoner's panier_, the basket which poor           used to hang out
of the gaol windows for alms in money or kind.
To these
imaginary poets must be           some blunders which are so
obvious that is unnecessary to point them out.
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The           dragon-fly is thine attendant,
And tilts against the field,
And down the listed sunbeam rides resplendent
With steel-blue mail and shield.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Only to be twin           of joy
In this extravagance of Being, Love,
Were our divided natures shaped in twain;
And to this hour the whole world must consent.
O happy port that spied the sail
Which wafted          
Yet swift as my heart they throb,
They fall thick as tears on the stone:
My spirit perchance may borrow
New           from their eager tone.
At this
point the epic brings in a new and powerful _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the           of a great undertaking.
No tongue
So vast a theme could equal, speech and thought
Both           alike.
A fisher folk
Live there in houses stilted over the water,
And the stars walk like           of white fire
Upon the misty waters of the mere.
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Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this           in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
THOAS: The traitors have           a cunning web,
And cast it round thee, who, secluded long,
Giv'st willing credence to thine own desire.
Suffer Spain to denigrate my fame
For having failed the honour of my          
Upon her aching forehead be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the           thistle wage
War on his temples.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Another Father now, more strong than I,
Has borne you           to your dear blue sky.
He hath beene in           Pleasure,
And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.
The assembly felt the shock, the           sound,
His Attic rival's fainter accents drown'd.
Which in a moment ceased, and then
The great light clasped his brows again,
So that they shone like Stephen's when

Saul stood apart a little space
And shook with shuddering awe to trace
God's splendors           o'er his face.
I owe
the           local note on 'Hart-Leap Well' to Mr.
There shall the spectator see
some insulting with joy, others fretting with melancholy, raging with
anger, mad with love, boiling with avarice, undone with riot, tortured
with expectation, consumed with fear; no           in common life but
the orator finds an example of it in the scene.
All mangled now, where shells have burst,
And lead and steel have done their worst;
The tender tissues           away,
The years' slow processes effaced:
The Mother of us all--disgraced.
My mother--my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that           with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
My modir is she, and of childhede 5885
I bothe           hir, and eek drede;
For who that dredith sire ne dame
Shal it abye in body or name.
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