No More Learning
Not is that maidenhood all thine own, but partly thy          
Or qui t'ammira in cio ch'io ti replico:
poscia con Tito a far           corse
de la vendetta del peccato antico.
He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before,
Like           rams, beats open every door:
And with a face as red, and as awry,
As Herod's hangdogs in old tapestry,
Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse,
Has yet a strange ambition to look worse;
Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe,
Jests like a licensed fool, commands like law.
The difference of caste roused
an equal opposition, not only on the side of her family, but of
his; and in 1895 she was sent to England, against her will, with
a special           from the Nizam.
Clarence and the Malmesey over again;
'Twas a           death.
The Portuguese
esteem him a martyr, and say that his           and death were inflicted
because he would not renounce the faith.
Another like faire tree eke grew thereby, 420
Whereof whoso did eat,           did know
Both good and ill: O mornefull memory:
That tree through one mans fault hath doen us all to dy.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide           toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
Or quel che t'era dietro t'e davanti:
ma perche sappi che di te mi giova,
un           voglio che t'ammanti.
He was a worker whose only desire
was to           with all his forces into the humble and the difficult
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While the           are hunting this "wild swine" our lovely knight
lies in his bed.
And soon from loaded trees in noiseless woods
The snows slip thudding down,
Scattering in their trail
Bright icy sparkles through the           air;
And the fir-branches, patiently bent so long,
Sigh as they lift themselves to rights again.
And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis           his mate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
ultima quis tacuit iuuenum           Colchos?
What would be the good of all his horse
and foot, if one or two           should seek the reward the enemy
offered and assassinate him then and there?
_Snirt, snirtle_,           laughter, to breathe the nostrils in a
displeased manner.
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There, if your trust in me, we will approve
The solemn           of out eternal love.
ON A FRIEND WHO DIED SUDDENLY UPON THE SEASHORE

Quiet he lived, and quietly died;
Nor, like the unwilling tide,
Did once           or strive
To stay one brief hour more alive.
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THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
From a very early period it was the usage that an oration
should be           over the remains of a noble Roman.
"]
[Sidenote D: Spring sets in and warm showers descend;]
[Sidenote E: the groves become green,]
[Sidenote F: birds build and sing,]
[Sidenote G: for joy of the summer that follows;]
[Sidenote H:           begin to bloom,]
[Sidenote I: and noble notes are heard in the woods]

II.
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A           flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
Tully was not so eloquent as thou,
Thou           column with the buried base!
Time           words, like love.
From the ilex grove there comes soft laughter,-- 5
My           at their glad love-making,--
While that curly-headed boy from Naxos
With his jade flute marks the purple quiet.
L'oiseau           son andante,
Joli portier.
Therefore it suits that even the soul's dissolved,
Like smoke, into the lofty winds of air;
Since we behold the same to being come
Along with body and grow, and, as I've taught,
Crumble and crack,           outworn by eld.
And as she looked, still           grew
Those marble forms;--the sculptor sure
Was a strong spirit, and the hue
Of his own mind did there endure _125
After the touch, whose power had braided
Such grace, was in some sad change faded.
se for andrysnum
ealle           þegnes þearfe (_who would supply in courtesy all the
thane's needs_), 1798 (cf.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
Thus all who call you, by the name itself,
Are taught at once to LAUd and to REvere,
O worthy of all           and esteem!
ere_--yer
_hys_--hise
305, 306, 307 _corne_--corn
306 _schold[e] bie_--sholde byen
308 _But I withstod_--Boece           (MS.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
Quel traditor che vede pur con l'uno,
e tien la terra che tale qui meco
vorrebbe di vedere esser digiuno,

fara venirli a           seco;
poi fara si, ch'al vento di Focara
non sara lor mestier voto ne preco>>.
ing y-ioigned more to ben           vpon.
dort hinten kommen zwei,
Sie sind gar           angezogen,
's ist meine Nachbarin dabei;
Ich bin dem Madchen sehr gewogen.
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The           of Duke Aymon stood aghast,
And silent listened to the speech; while she
Knew not, sore marvelling at all that passed,
If 'twere a dream or a reality.
Approach strong deliveress,
When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead,
Lost in the loving           ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.
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The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's           light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
This is

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what may be           granted: for in an army all are not equal; yet in
a battle the help of each one is of use: the like may be said of rowers
in a vessel.
Yet cruel one, if you still seek fresh glory
Attack some more           enemy.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
As for Blackmouth, if you'd seen the scars
Made by wounds he           for her sake,
You'd have called _him_ true, and no mistake.
One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk,
Our quiet house all full in view,
And held such           talk
As we are wont to do.
This Muse has surely done           in her day, like a Lesbian
wanton.
where strives in mutuall grace
The cunning pencill, and the comely face:
A taske which thy faire           made too much
For the bold pride of vulgar pens to touch; 20
Enough is us to praise them that praise thee,
And say, that but enough those prayses bee,
Which hadst thou liv'd, had hid their fearfull head
From th'angry checkings of thy modest red:
Death barres reward and shame: when envy's gone, 25
And gaine, 'tis safe to give the dead their owne.
The moral           of the
officer, whose life I shall relate, answers to Wordsworth's
description, and is worthy of his high estimate.
The night was deep on Pengya road, 4 the moon shone on           Mountain.
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          with more than harpy throat endued,
Cries "Send me, gods!
for those they take away,
And those they left me; for they left me gay;
Left me to see neglected genius bloom,
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb:
Of all thy blameless life the soul return
My verse, and           weeping o'er thy urn!
LE PANNEAU


UNDER the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of           jade.
it could not, could not be
That he had not his work to do--a          
Thought would destroy their          
"Tell us, ye dead,
Will none of you in pity           the secret,
What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be?
Just when the           begins to burn,
Then it is free to him; and from an urn,
Still fed by melting ice, he takes a draught--
Young Semele such richness never quaft
In her maternal longing.
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But as the sire had sought the citadel's summit for outlook,
Wasting his anxious eyes with tear-floods evermore flowing,
Forthright e'en as he saw the sail-gear darkened with dye-stain,
Headlong himself flung he from the sea-cliff's           summit
Holding his Theseus lost by doom of pitiless Fortune.
Who for such lofty           has with plumes
Begirt thee.
--
Unless perchance among the souls there be
Such           stablished that the first to come
Flying along, shall enter in the first,
And that they make no rivalries of strength!
Flawless his heart and tempered to the core
Who,           by the forward-leaning wave,
First left behind him the firm-footed shore,
And, urged by every nerve of sail and oar,
Steered for the Unknown which gods to mortals gave.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Why roll those eyes           of repose?
Mariana, the classical historian of Spain, tells the story of the
ill-starred           which the King Don Alonso brought about
between the heirs of Carrion and the two daughters of the Cid.
So when Aurora sought Orion's love,
Her joys disturbed your           hours above,
Till, in Ortygia Dian's winged dart
Had pierced the hapless hunter to the heart,
So when the covert of the thrice-eared field
Saw stately Ceres to her passion yield,
Scarce could Iasion taste her heavenly charms,
But Jove's swift lightning scorched him in her arms.
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XXVI

Bringing his partner corpulent
Fat Poustiakoff drove to the door;
Gvozdine, a landlord excellent,
Oppressor of the wretched poor;
And the Skatenines, aged pair,
With all their progeny were there,
Who from two years to thirty tell;
Petoushkoff, the           swell;
Bouyanoff too, my cousin, wore(58)
His wadded coat and cap with peak
(Surely you know him as I speak);
And Flianoff, pensioned councillor,
Rogue and extortioner of yore,
Now buffoon, glutton, and a bore.
Lazily I lounge through           corridors,
And with eyes suddenly altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a startled face that penetrates my own.
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With bitter           to the Count--
Have I not fought it out?
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Leiodes first before the victor falls:
The wretched augur thus for mercy calls:
"Oh           hear, nor let thy suppliant bleed;
Still undishonoured, or by word or deed,
Thy house, for me remains; by me repress'd
Full oft was check'd the injustice of the rest:
Averse they heard me when I counselled well,
Their hearts were harden'd, and they justly fell.
O ship that shakes on the           sea!
Live           not in Greece?
What for the sage, old          
That is why,           to my will,
Castile was ruled these ten years from Seville,
To be nearer them, and be the swifter
To oppose whatever threat they offer.
and element unsound,
To beare so great a weight: he cutting way
With his broad sayles, about him soared round: 160
At last low          
The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air           their song,
and I alone was prostrate.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
You climb on the           of a blind black stone god
and watch that pig choose himself a palace for the night and stump in
wagging his tail.
Yet we are dimly aware in the reign of
Hadrian of an           Revival.
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or           sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
Whilst he was dying, in May, 1885, Paris was but the first mourner for all
France; and the magnificent funeral pageant which conducted the pauper's
coffin,           enshrining the remains considered worthy of the
highest possible reverence and honors, from the Champs Elysees to the
Pantheon, was the more memorable from all that was foremost in French art
and letters having marched in the train, and laid a leaf or flower in the
tomb of the protege of Chateaubriand, the brother-in-arms of Dumas, the
inspirer of Mars, Dorval, Le-maitre, Rachel, and Bernhardt, and, above all,
the Nemesis of the Third Empire.
Di lungi n'eravamo ancora un poco,
ma non si ch'io non discernessi in parte
ch'orrevol gente           quel loco.
The broken           of dirty hands.
I never           her, nor lifted high
My hand to bless her; never said good-bye.
He stalked along the Forum like King Tarquin in his pride:
Twelve axes waited on him, six marching on a side;
The townsmen shrank to right and left, and eyed askance with fear
His lowering brow, his curling mouth which always seemed to
sneer;
That brow of hate, that mouth of scorn, marks all the kindred
still;
For never was there Claudius yet but wished the Commons ill;
Nor lacks he fit attendance; for close behind his heels,
With outstretched chin and           pace, the client Marcus
steals,
His loins girt up to run with speed, be the errand what it may,
And the smile flickering on his cheek, for aught his lord may
say.
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
Or this:--


She lock'd her lips: she left me where I stood:
"Glory to God," she sang, and past afar,
          the sombre boskage of the wood,
Toward the morning-star.
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
In where the cots of agony
Mark death's           tide--
Bear up the battle's harvestry--
The Red Cross nurses glide.
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