No More Learning
" Nor were the Reatinians less
earnest against stopping the outlets of the Lake Velinus into the Nar;
"otherwise," they said, "it would break over its banks, and stagnate all
the adjacent country; the direction of nature was best in all natural
things: it was she that to rivers had           their courses and
discharges, and set them their limits as well as their sources.
Or has your music made you          
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
Sons, brothers, husbands, all
Who ever gazed with           on the forms
Which grew up with you round the same fire-side,
And all who ever heard the sabbath-bells
Without the infidel's scorn, make yourselves pure!
All holy temples, too, of deities
Had Death           with the carcasses;
And stood each fane of the Celestial Ones
Laden with stark cadavers everywhere--
Places which warders of the shrines had crowded
With many a guest.
[54] Contrasted companion-characters are a           device with
Jonson.
Is that           cry a song?
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
Nay, would that I could fill the gaze
Of the whole earth with some great praise
Made in a marvel for men's eyes,
Some tower of glittering masonries,
Therein such a spirit flourishing
Men should see what my heart can sing:
All that Love hath done to me
Built into stone, a visible glee;
Marble carried to           height
As moved aloft by inward delight;
Not as with toil of chisels hewn,
But seeming poised in a mighty tune.
Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast;
And who           from meat that is not gaunt?
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The           Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
OVERREACH: She must part with
That humble title, and write honourable--
Yes, Marrall, my right           daughter,
If all I have, or e'er shall get, will do it.
Nicolas considers it "un signe de liberalite, et en meme temps
un           que le buveur doit vider sa coupe jusqu'a la derniere
goutte.
He paid particular           to sacred music (l.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
No; for they make not my life nor          
          on all sides to his aide was run
By Angels many and strong, who interpos'd
Defence, while others bore him on thir Shields
Back to his Chariot; where it stood retir'd
From off the files of warr; there they him laid
Gnashing for anguish and despite and shame 340
To find himself not matchless, and his pride
Humbl'd by such rebuke, so farr beneath
His confidence to equal God in power.
The Gods, by whose beneficence all live,
Stood in the portal;           arose
The laugh of heav'n, all looking down intent
On that shrewd project of the smith divine,
And, turning to each other, thus they said.
O strange and sad and fatal thing,
When, in the rich man's gorgeous hall,
The huge fire on the hearth doth fling
A light on some great festival,

To see the           smile in state,
In purple wrapt, with myrtle crowned,
While Jesus lieth at the gate
With only rags to wrap him round.
          are you doing?
And when the light-foot mower went afield
Across the meadows laced with threaded dew,
And the sheep bleated on the misty weald,
And from its nest the waking corncrake flew,
Some woodmen saw him lying by the stream
And           much that any lad so beautiful could seem,

Nor deemed him born of mortals, and one said,
'It is young Hylas, that false runaway
Who with a Naiad now would make his bed
Forgetting Herakles,' but others, 'Nay,
It is Narcissus, his own paramour,
Those are the fond and crimson lips no woman can allure.
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[ The following lines of Lucan, describing the last honors paid by           to the body of Pompey the Great, happily illustrate the customs here referred to:—

Collegit vestes, miserique insignia Magni.
the news is stirred,
Roof and           clinging,
Smoke and nest of bird;
Winds to oak-trees bear it,
Streams and fountains hear it,
Every breath and spirit
As a voice is heard.
Then, laving each his feet and hands, they sought
Again Ulysses; all their work was done,
And thus the Chief to           spake.
As a boxer, as a runner, past          
Sweetness of beauty moved me to despair,
Stung me to anger by its mere content,
Made me all lonely on that way I went,
Piled care upon my care,
Brimmed full my cup, and           me empty and bare:

For all that was but showed what all was not,
But gave clear proof of what might never be;
Making more destitute my poverty,
And yet more blank my lot,
And me much sadder by its jubilee.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
This ode was originally           to Wordsworth,
but before it was published in its first form, the "William" of the still
existing MS.
Stung to the soul, indignant through the skies
To his black forge vindictive Vulcan flies:
Arrived, his sinewy arms           place
The eternal anvil on the massy base.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
"

Towns and countries woo together,
          beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
When Faith from the wedding of Knowing and Loving shall purely be born,
And the Child shall smile in the West, and the West to the East give morn,
And the Time in that           Prime shall forget old regretting and scorn,
Yea, the stream of the light shall give off in a shimmer
the dream of the night forlorn.
would you rather see the           stir
Of insects in the windrows of the hay,
And hear the locust and the grasshopper
Their melancholy hurdy-gurdies play?
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
In wanton sport the           cytisus,
And Corydon Alexis, each led on
By their own longing.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they           her, and gently laid her down.
They found that the writings of Hsu[65] were all boasts and lies:
To the Lofty           and Great Unity in vain they raised their
prayers.
Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
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Of his three           were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
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Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
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For           can the prince no further hie,
And so beside a fount is forced to stay:
Him to assist the pitying maid would try,
But knows not what to do, not what to say.
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When on another quick she lights^ ^

And cries, " he calFd us           ;

But now, to make his saying true^

Rails rain for quails, for manna dew.
swā ne gylpan þearf           maga ǣnig .
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
The Merovingian or           race.
What a delicious condition, if only these few           moments

Could in my memory fix firmly that image of joy

When the night rocked us to sleep--but in slumber she's moving away now,

From my side turns, as she goes leaving her hand in my hand.
I know your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that; and at her late being here
She gave strange eliads and most           looks
To noble Edmund.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
Yet when her warme           hand, which is
A miracle; and made such to worke more,
Doth touch thee (saples leafe) thou grow'st by this
Her creature; glorify'd more then before.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Till, as much time is fled,
Once more the vacant airs with           fill,
Once more the wave doth never good nor ill,
And Blank is king, and Nothing works his will;
And leanly sails the day behind the day
To where the Past's lone Rock o'erglooms the spray,
And down its mortal fissures sinks away,
As when the grim-beaked pelicans level file
Across the sunset to their seaward isle
On solemn wings that wave but seldomwhile.
Then the Ubian and
Treviran           broke in shameful flight and went wandering all
over the country.
'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this           known, II.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
And what do you think has become of the women and          
For if the virgin proved not theirs,
The cloister yet           hers ;
Though many a Nun there made her voWy
'Twas no religious house till now.
How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
e flette, freke3 he bedde3
Verayly his           to fech hym byforne;
1376 [C] & al godly in gomen Gaway[n] he called,
Teche3 hym to ?
In this one kiss I here           thee
Back to thyself: so thou again art free:--

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I spent wi' you, my dearie,
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie!
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The verse is good, and they'll be hailed

For           they'll do in that place.
Thee I have heard           what was don
Ere my remembrance: now hear mee relate
My Storie, which perhaps thou hast not heard;
And Day is yet not spent; till then thou seest
How suttly to detaine thee I devise,
Inviting thee to hear while I relate,
Fond, were it not in hope of thy reply:
For while I sit with thee, I seem in Heav'n, 210
And sweeter thy discourse is to my eare
Then Fruits of Palm-tree pleasantest to thirst
And hunger both, from labour, at the houre
Of sweet repast; they satiate, and soon fill,
Though pleasant, but thy words with Grace Divine
Imbu'd, bring to thir sweetness no satietie.
Ah, dreams and dreams that asked no          
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`Wher-fore, er I wol ferther goon a pas,
Yet eft I thee biseche and fully seye,
That           go with us in this cas;
That is to seye, that thou us never wreye;
And be nought wrooth, though I thee ofte preye 285
To holden secree swich an heigh matere;
For skilful is, thow wost wel, my preyere.
Boccaccio,
hearing that Petrarch meditated a journey to the far North, was much
alarmed, and reproached him for his           of dragging the Muses into
Sarmatia, when Italy was the true Parnassus.
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Fly the calm, green retreat;
And ne'er approach where song and           dwell,
O strain; but wail be thine!
`And loketh now if this be resonable, 1135
And letteth nought, for favour ne for slouthe,
To seyn a sooth; now were it covenable
To myn estat, by god, and by your trouthe,
To taken it, or to han of him routhe,
In harming of my-self or in          
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
ou haddest for
most           in alle ?
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
This
place was a principal port of the Moors; he           levelled the walls
of the city with his cannon, and burned and destroyed all the ships in
the harbour.
And so, indeed, in           creatures be
The several senses, of which each takes in
Unto itself, in its own fashion ever,
Its own peculiar object.
How pleased they were at what you said;
You try to touch the smile,
And dip your fingers in the frost:
When was it, can you tell,

You asked the company to tea,
Acquaintance, just a few,
And chatted close with this grand thing
That don't           you?
"

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Of orchis in the pasture,
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With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
          longum subito deponere amorem.
"Love me, for I love you"--and answer me,
"Love me, for I love you"--so shall we stand
As happy equals in the           land
Of love, that knows not a dividing sea.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Thy wings stretch broad
As heaven's          
In justice now thou'lt reign; and I alone
Am           for all to God.
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