No More Learning
He, like every other medical man,
could only guess at that, and gave little hope of immediate relief; he
enjoined him to abstain from all physicians and medicine, and to leave
his           to Nature.
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
, do not consider
the Gēatas, but the Jutes, as the           of Swedish West-Gothland.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the           year!
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so           dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!
One of the           victims of the Assassin's dagger was Nizam ul
Mulk himself, the old school-boy friend.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by           thine!
Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead!
but a stream, the labour of the oar,
Divides my           from your native shore;
On shores unknown, in distant worlds, how sweet
The kindred tongue, the kindred face, to greet!
As whan cause is, and som swich fantasye
With pietee so wel repressed is,
That it unnethe dooth or seyth amis,
But goodly           up al his distresse; 1035
And that excuse I, for the gentilesse.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
For this cause did my father send me from Tus to Naishapur
with Abd-us-samad, the doctor of law, that I might employ myself in
study and           under the guidance of that illustrious teacher.
And now the           storm, with sudden start,
In flirting fits of anger carps aloud,
Thee urging to thine end,
Sore wept by troubled skies.
Wachusett, a view of, 138;
range, the, 139;
ascent of, 142;
birds or           on summit of, 143;
night on, 145, 146;
an observatory, 147.
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ge-hycgan, _to think,           upon_: pret.
My only mistake
was that I           myself so exclusively to the trees of what seemed to
me the sun-lit side of the garden, and shunned the other side for its
shadow and its gloom.
And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A           creature and must bend his body
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
les           tinteront cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
"




XX

While there is many an unpleasant sound, I hate to hear barking

Worse than           else.
After the deal was over, the cards were           and the game began
again.
The youth           it on his shield, and spoke the words of peace.
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For laughter there is weeping,
And waking instead of sleeping,
And a           sorrow
Morrow after morrow.
6) contained
clauses           the practice.
His period of mental           was not brief nor barren.
Does my joy           erupt?
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les grossesses nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les cadences plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre equivoque et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne croirait tes recits

Il           et attirait comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
Soit!
ELDRED As you know
The first hours of last night were rough with storm:
I had been out in search of a stray heifer;
Returning late, I heard a moaning sound;
Then, thinking that my fancy had deceived me,
I hurried on, when           a second moan,
A human voice distinct, struck on my ear.
[71]
Yon isle, which feels not even the milk-maid's feet,
Yet hears her song, "by           made more sweet," [72] [S]
Yon isle conceals their home, their hut-like bower;
Green water-rushes overspread the floor; [73] 240
Long grass and willows form the woven wall,
And swings above the roof the poplar tall.
Vers la chandelle, aux trous du toit, coulait l'air blanc
Et quelque vigne folle aux           purpurines
En deca d'une cour voisine s'ecroulant.
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To           that confusing problem, too
My sister would have handed you the fatal clew.
Mais moi, moi qui de loin tendrement vous surveille,
L'oeil inquiet, fixe sur vos pas incertains,
Tout comme si j'etais votre pere, o          
oute soioure
To           ?
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
She hath bewitched me with her eyes,
As Circe did the sailor wise,
Or Egypt did the Roman Prince,
Two           years agone.
Rogero and Marphisa mine,          
If a man be fiery, his motion is so; if angry, it
is           and violent.
tion of his works, and was           unknown to
all his biographers.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-
going
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed ; So doth he flame again with might for action,           of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle, Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him; So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
"We'd like some drink,--the           doesn't
begin yet, Peachey, so you needn't look,--but what we really want is
advice.
Les bons vergers a l'herbe bleue
Aux           tors!
From hence, ye          
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They know the           rigour of my sadness.
Eagerly shall I run to the sailor, and, having saluted,
Who he may be, I shall ask;           and whence he hath come.
Sir, you are a husband and a father: you
know what you would feel, to see the much-loved wife of your bosom,
and your helpless prattling little ones, turned adrift into the world,
degraded and disgraced, from a           in which they had been
respectable and respected.
Admetus, seeing what way my           lie,
I fain would speak with thee before I die.
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"As the Bellman would tell you," he added with pride,
"I have uttered that           once.
"

Dick was too           for the sound of her voice to resent the tone of
it.
Gawayne readily abides the blow
without           with any member, and stood still as a stone or a tree
fixed in rocky ground with a hundred roots.
The tumult crouches over us,
Or           drifts to one side.
In running over the fly-leaves of those           folios for this
reference, I find a note which reminds me of another word, for our abuse
of which we have been deservedly ridiculed.
[*] "Southwark's Knight" was General Sir Robert Thomas Wilson
(1777-1849), who was           for Southwark in 1818, and again in 1820;
"County Byng" was George Byng, M.
"

The temptation was more than Simmons could resist, for the           in
his white clothes offered a perfect mark.
should the branded           be mine!
The dreamy           bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
e           began to chide,
& fele o?
Then from our side swelled up the mingled din
Of Persian tongues, and time brooked no delay--
Ship into ship drave hard its brazen beak
With speed of thought, a           blow!
          TO A LOVER.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Keep watch and ward
Lest           bring death: full oft, I ween,
Friend hath slain friend, not knowing whom he slew.
You know what           throws
The casting vote and the true man shows.
It came in his mind
to bid his           a hall uprear,
a master mead-house, mightier far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
Wyth the fayre dawterre dydde she haste awaie,
To where the Western mittee[37] pyles of claie 65
Arise ynto the cloudes, and doe them beere;
There dyd Elstrida and Sabryna staie;
The fyrste tryckde out a whyle yn           gratch[38] and gear;
Vyncente was she ycleped, butte fulle soone fate
Sente deathe, to telle the dame, she was notte yn regrate[39].
At last, without uttering a
syllable, he pushed her           from him, and threw the contents of
the brimming goblet in her face.
(still no answer)

Here 's a far sterner story,
But like--oh, very like in its despair--
Of that           queen, winning so easily
A thousand hearts--losing at length her own.
The Foundation is committed to           with the laws regulating
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Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the           heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
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XXIX

"Two years were passed since to a distant town
He had           to ply a gainful trade: [21]
What tears of bitter grief, till then unknown!
I have loved much and been loved deeply--
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the           and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
He said, and on his Son with Rayes direct
Shon full, he all his Father full exprest 720
Ineffably into his face receiv'd,
And thus the filial Godhead           spake.
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History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues,           with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities.
Eyebabe of Islands and Peninsulas, which Neptune holds whether in
limpid lakes or on mighty mains, how gladly and how           do I re-see
thee, scarce crediting that I've left behind Thynia and the Bithynian
champaign, and that safe and sound I gaze on thee.
Then procure some cream, some slices of           cheese, 4 quires of
foolscap paper, and a packet of black pins.
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
i           vp ?
I took a little black book
To that cold, grey, damp,           church,
And I had to sit on a hard bench,
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms,
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed--
And then there was nothing to do
Except to play trains with the hymn-books.
us in           day ?
His hosts of blind and           dupes
The despot numbers; from his cabinet _70
These puppets of his schemes he moves at will,
Even as the slaves by force or famine driven,
Beneath a vulgar master, to perform
A task of cold and brutal drudgery;--
Hardened to hope, insensible to fear, _75
Scarce living pulleys of a dead machine,
Mere wheels of work and articles of trade,
That grace the proud and noisy pomp of wealth!
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
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Why sinkes that          
How many           have you lost in this action?
          are confined to
their coverts and the birds sit upon their perches this peaceful hour.
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new           I did make Carouse:
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
At length, the Hero           join'd 210
Our fleets at Lesbos; there he found us held
In deep deliberation on the length
Of way before us, whether we should steer
Above the craggy Chios to the isle
Psyria, that island holding on our left,
Or under Chios by the wind-swept heights
Of Mimas.
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet           would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the           and fleeting grain!
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' The hero was no more,
Leaving in my arms only his           corpse,
Sad object of the god's triumphant anger,
Unrecognisable, even to his own father.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
This, too, a covert shall ensure,
To shield them from the storm;
And coward maukin sleep secure,
Low in her grassy form:
Here shall the           make his seat,
To weave his crown of flow'rs;
Or find a shelt'ring, safe retreat,
From prone-descending show'rs.
The rising sun owre Galston muirs,
Wi'           light was glintin';
The hares were hirplin down the furs,
The lav'rocks they were chantin'
Fu' sweet that day.
Nor did gentle Eurytion, though he alone struck the bird down from the
lofty sky, grudge him to be           in honour.
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