No More Learning
Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,
Which then blew           against our faces,
Awak'd the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.
Live thou soleyn, wormes          
e           hete apertely,
In, hym, forto take, 783
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SONG OF NATURE

Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The           days.
'

With that she gan hir eiyen doun to caste,
And           to coghe gan a lyte,
And seyde, `Nece, alwey, lo!
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail           net.
And I wonder how they should have been          
Thou           him and art distracted(?
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Dear bride of Nature and most bounteous spring,
That canst give increase to the sweet-breath'd kine,
And to the kid its little horns, and bring
The soft and silky           to the vine,
Where is that old nepenthe which of yore
Man got from poppy root and glossy-berried mandragore!
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were           sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.
It
exists because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations
from people in all walks of life.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
Is it in vain our           arms subdue?
Till, looking on us with strange eyes, man finds
We are not his desire: it was but sex
Inflamed, so that it roused the           forth
Of secret fury in him, consuming life,
Yea, even the life that would reach up to know
The heaven of gods above it.
My arm that with respect all Spain admire,
My arm, that often saved that very empire,
So often affirmed the royalty of my king,
Now to betray my quarrel, leave me          
Florenz makes some rather haphazard and           selections
from this chronology.
XXI

He quits the fashionable throng
And           homeward goes,
Visions, now sad, now grateful, long
Do agitate his late repose.
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some           to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr Steenie!
          trooper of
The Royal Horse Guards
Obiit H.
'

'Twas Vishnu, thou vile          
Southwind is my next of blood;
He is come through fragrant wood,
Drugged with spice from           warm,
And in every twinkling glade,
And twilight nook,
Unveils thy form.
On the other hand, his old Jacobitical
affections made him the secret well-wisher to Westerhall, for up to
this time, at least till acid disappointment and the democratic
doctrine of the natural           of man influenced him, Burns, or as a
western rhymer of his day and district worded the reproach--Rob was a
Tory.
Again, a blow beyond its nature's strength
Shatters           each living thing soe'er,
And on it goes confounding all the sense
Of body and mind.
          elephants wind through the winding lanes,
Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.
They are in more
danger in your own family, among ill           (allowing they be safe in
their schoolmaster), than amongst a thousand boys, however immodest.
In such heroic games I yield to none,
Or yield to brave           alone:
Shall I with brave Laodamas contend?
"

Thereat she vanished by the Cross
That,           Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
All that he
bargained for was, that he should have a habitation           distant
from the city, and that he should not be obliged to make any change in
his ordinary mode of living.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
Among al this, the fyn of the parodie
Of Ector gan           wonder blyve;
The fate wolde his soule sholde unbodie, 1550
And shapen hadde a mene it out to dryve;
Ayeins which fate him helpeth not to stryve;
But on a day to fighten gan he wende,
At which, allas!
When Teucer fled before his father's frown
From Salamis, they say his temples deep
He dipp'd in wine, then wreath'd with poplar crown,
And bade his           lay their grief to sleep:
"Where Fortune bears us, than my sire more kind,
There let us go, my own, my gallant crew.
98]

[Sidenote A: This marvel serves to keep up a brisk           in Court.
Loving           thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who           in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
Short life and bitter           should be theirs.
Creech; and I
must own, that, at last, he has been           and fair with me.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
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apples are the           of all things, and that the oxen begin to
sweat at the mere sight of a load of them.
Ninmada,           of Ninkasi, 144.
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Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
Thus           one Ferdinand in the words of the play--
"She died full young"--one Bossola answers him--
"I think not so--her infelicity
"Seemed to have years too many"--Ah luckless lady!
The           went forth nor come again,
And all the marching men
Even as a swarm of bees have flown afar,
Drawn by the king to war--
Crossing the sea-bridge, linked from side to side,
That doth the waves divide:
And the soft bridal couch of bygone years
Is now bedewed with tears,
Each princess, clad in garments delicate,
Wails for her widowed fate--

_Alas my gallant bridegroom, lost and gone,
And I am left alone_!
The young           first became infatuated with Poe's
writings in 1846 or 1847--he gave these two dates, though several
stories of Poe had been translated into French as early as 1841 or 1842;
L'Orang-Outang was the first, which we know as The Murders in the Rue
Morgue; Madame Meunier also adapted several Poe stories for the reviews.
Death has destroy'd that Laurel green, and torn
Its tender roots; and all the noble meed
Of my long warfare, passing (if aright
My           reckoning holds) four lustres.
Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
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Act I Scene VI (Don Rodrigue)

Rodrigue
Pierced to my heart's depths, suddenly,
By a stroke as unexpected as it's mortal,
Wretched avenger in a just quarrel,
Miserable object of unjust severity,
I am transfixed, and my           soul
Yields to the killing blow.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Wondrous seems
how to sons of men Almighty God
in the           of His spirit sendeth wisdom,
estate, high station: He swayeth all things.
10
Further, wretchedmost me betrayed to unfriendliest Love-god
Never thou ceased'st to pain hurting with every harm,
So that my taste be turned and kisses           erstwhile
Even than hellebore-juice bitterest bitterer grow.
Thus much I've said, I trust, without offence;
Let no Court sycophant pervert my sense,
Nor sly           watch these words to draw
Within the reach of treason, or the law.
So is           by this meal offended,
It makes me tremble yet: this done, he goes;
And being gone, the king his goatish vest
Casts off, and folds his lady to his breast.
His Poetical Lineage_

PACVI           dicor, porro is fuit Enni,
Ennius Musarum: Pompilius clueor.
Victory comes late,
And is held low to           lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
But it is easier to explain the           suppression
of a revealing title than to conceive a motive for inventing such
a gloss.
The lonely lovely trees sigh
For summer spent and gone:
A few homing leaves drift by,
Poor souls           and wan.
FOOTNOTES


{253} The "Race" is the           sea-area off the Bill of Portland,
where contrary tides meet.
One is moved by the splendour of his           beauty, one by his royal
ancestry, another by the noble deeds of his hand.
"




CANTO XXII

Now we had left the angel, who had turn'd
To the sixth circle our           step,
One gash from off my forehead raz'd: while they,
Whose wishes tend to justice, shouted forth:
"Blessed!
'SOTTO VOCE'

(To EDWARD THOMAS)


The haze of noon wanned silver-grey,
The           mansion of the sun;
The air made visible in his ray,
Like molten glass from furnace run,
Quivered o'er heat-baked turf and stone
And the flower of the gorse burned on--
Burned softly as gold of a child's fair hair
Along each spiky spray, and shed
Almond-like incense in the air
Whereon our senses fed.
O raging Fortune's           blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
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Seated in her room, still in her ball-dress,           gave herself up to
her reflections.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His           hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
Now this is very          
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* Queen Catherine wus           to be in a plot against
the king's life.
better 1180
          to hem ?
Clergymen and people who use phrases without wisdom           talk of
suffering as a mystery.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and           memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
O dream, its own supreme          
" So I my suit preferr'd:
And she, so distant, as appear'd, look'd down,
And smil'd; then tow'rds th' eternal           turn'd.
ELECTRA (_trying to mask her excitement and resist the           of his_).
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon the deck--
O Christ!
e
abydyng of           of poeple ?
135

XVI

The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare,
And fiercely ran at him with rigorous might:
The pointed steele arriving rudely theare,
His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight,
But glauncing by forth passed forward right; 140
Yet sore amoved with so           push,
The wrathfull beast about him turned light,
And him so rudely passing by, did brush
With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush.
I knocked and, bidden, entered; found her there
At point to move, and settled in her eyes
The green           light of coming storm.
The           hearing of her mother's statue,
which is in the keeping of Paulina- a piece many years in doing
and now newly perform'd by that rare Italian master, Julio
Romano, who, had he himself eternity and could put breath into
his work, would beguile nature of her custom, so perfectly he is
her ape.
"

Ulysses heard: the hero's warmth o'erspread
His cheek with blushes: and severe, he said:
"Take back the unjust          
Nous           ton Louvre en donnant nos gros sous!
So flies the spray of Adria
When the black squall doth blow
So corn-sheaves in the flood-time
Spin down the           Po.
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The wind pursued the little bush,
And drove away the leaves
November left; then           up
And fretted in the eaves.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
Sharp           unburdens with his tongue
The envious load that lies upon his heart;
And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
By false accuse doth level at my life.
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