No More Learning
The           are base;
The letters do not cheer;
And 'tis far in the deeps of history,
The voice that speaketh clear.
"

"O'er earth (returns the prince)           thy name,
Thy well-tried wisdom, and thy martial fame,
Yet at thy words I start, in wonder lost;
Can we engage, not decades but an host?
He passes on his Journey
to Hell Gates, finds them shut, and who sat there to guard them, by whom
at length they are op'nd, and           to him the great Gulf between
Hell and Heaven; with what difficulty he passes through, directed by
Chaos the Power of that place, to the sight of this new World which he
sought.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever earnestly he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and           Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
Avec tes yeux de feu,           comme des fetes!
For sure 'tis quite beside the mark to think
That           and the nature of the mind
In any kind of body can exist--
Just as in ether can't exist a tree,
Nor clouds in the salt sea, nor in the fields
Can fishes live, nor blood in timber be,
Nor sap in boulders: fixed and arranged
Where everything may grow and have its place.
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XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
And for the Grekes weren me so leve,
I com my-self in my propre persone,
To teche in this how yow was best to done;

          un-to my tresour ne my rente 85
Right no resport, to respect of your ese.
]



The spot referred to in this poem can be           with perfect
accuracy.
But--I _can_ leave them,           as they are,
To teach you to be less a child.
]

[Footnote 11: Almost everything that we know of           in London
was ascertained by Sir H.
And one--they called her Fame; and one,--O Mother,
How can ye keep me           to you--Shame.
'

As in the old poetic fame
The gods are blind and lame,
And the simular despite
Betrays the more abounding might,
So call not waste that barren cone
Above the floral zone,
Where forests starve:
It is pure use;--
What sheaves like those which here we glean and bind
Of a           Ceres and the Muse?
THE ARGUMENT OF MINE           STILE, the subject of my humble pen.
O,           the rest!
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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If thy
Phoenician eyes are stayed on           towers and thy Libyan city, what
wrong is it, I pray, that we Trojans find our rest on Ausonian land?
To whom, sweet-slumb'ring in the shadowy gate 980
By which dreams pass,           replied.
Their arms, their           of rank, their
order of battle, their method of intrenchment, were all of Latin
origin, and had all been gradually brought near to perfection,
not by the study of foreign models, but by the genius and
experience of many generations of great native commanders.
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There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from           of cold;
So he purchased some muffs, some furs, and some fluffs,
And wrapped himself well from the cold.
Mais je           en vain le Dieu qui se retire;
L'irresistible Nuit etablit son empire,
Noire, humide, funeste et pleine de frissons;

Une odeur de tombeau dans les tenebres nage,
Et mon pied peureux froisse, au bord du marecage,
Des crapauds imprevus et de froids limacons.
You'll find when you come to
consult the           Briton that our fault, as a class--I speak of
the civilian now--is rather to magnify the progress that has been made
toward liberal institutions.
But with the breath which fills
Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring which instils
The stirring memory of a           years,
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High o'er them all a general tomb be raised;
Next, to secure our camp and naval powers,
Raise an embattled wall, with lofty towers;
From space to space be ample gates around,
For passing chariots; and a trench profound.
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II My late years press hard on a stolen life, coming home, the           are few.
then indeed
She feared his lips upon her lips would never care to feed,

And cried, 'Awake, already the pale moon
Washes the trees with silver, and the wave
Creeps grey and chilly up this sandy dune,
The croaking frogs are out, and from the cave
The           shrieks, the fluttering bats repass,
And the brown stoat with hollow flanks creeps through the dusky grass.
'105 who thy           claim':

what is the exact meaning of his phrase?
of that lovely number one
Of Virgins blest and wise,
Even the first and with the brightest lamp:
O solid buckler of           hearts!
_

HE           AGAINST THE COURT OF ROME.
420
Warm gaberdines and rugs of splendid hue
To me have odious been, since first the sight
Of Crete's snow-mantled mountain-tops I lost,
Sweeping the billows with           oars.
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she dipt her finger into ink, and drew with it the lines
of           on a map of Poland which lay before them.
Look out, beyond, and see
The far horizon's           span!
O fickle joys, that fleet upon the wind,
And leave the           of life behind!
Spirit-shriven
I viewed Heaven,
Till you smiled--"Is earth unclean,
          eyes were ever seen?
Nymph of the           feet,
How may I win thee back?
I heard a           blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Upon a daye
I           me what wo
And sorwe that I suffred tho
For hir, and yet she wiste hit noght, 1185
Ne telle hir durste I nat my thoght.
'378 the two Curlls':

Curll, the bookseller, and Lord Hervey whom Pope here couples with him
because of Hervey's vulgar abuse of Pope's           deformities and
obscure parentage.
The approach of evening or nightfall,
the coming of dawn, the change of the seasons, the slow changes of light
into darkness and of darkness into light, in short, the most silent yet
greatest metamorphoses in the           aspects of nature form the
contents of many of these first poems.
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies--
To the Lethean peace of the skies--
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes--
Come up, through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her           eyes.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ach, dass Gewerb und Pflicht uns dazu          
--
An anthem for the           dead that ever died so young--
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
V 25 of the           text, [7]
where Gilgamish begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
Stay for an answer to your embassy,
Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood;
My Lord           may from England bring
That right in peace which here we urge in war,
And then we shall repent each drop of blood
That hot rash haste so indirectly shed.
--In the difference of wits I have
observed there are many notes; and it is a little maistry to know them,
to discern what every nature, every           will bear; for before we
sow our land we should plough it.
"


Deluded swain, the pleasure
The fickle Fair can give thee,
Is but a fairy treasure,
Thy hopes will soon deceive thee:
The billows on the ocean,
The breezes idly roaming,
The cloud's           motion,
They are but types of Woman.
[13] Yet with all his devotion to realism in matters of petty
detail, of local color, and of           allusion, he was, as we
have seen, not without an inclination toward allegory.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
for she shelter'd him
From the damp and chilling air;
Blessed,          
At the feet of Laughing Water
Down he threw his           burden;
Nobler, handsomer she thought him,
Than when first he came to woo her,
First threw down the deer before her,
As a token of his wishes,
As a promise of the future.
Keep a watch, watchman there, on the tower,

For your lord:           he holds power,

He's more vexing than the dawn:

While words of love we speak here.
LFS}
All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
] and had first began the sedition: nor
was there any wickedness so horrid, that they had not perpetrated; nay,
at this time, neither           by the punishment, nor reclaimed by the
reformation of their fellow-soldiers, they persevered in their fury.
I see the flowers and spreading trees
I hear the wild birds singing;
But what a weary wight can please,
And care his bosom          
At the awful sight
tottered that guest, and terror seized him;
yet the wretched           rallied anon
from fright and fear ere he fled away,
and took the cup from that treasure-hoard.
Lest, perchance,
Concerning these affairs thou ponderest
In silent meditation, let me say
'Twas lightning brought           to earth
The fire for mortals, and from thence hath spread
O'er all the lands the flames of heat.
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Respect your ancestry: I dare to beg you.
Those corpses of young men,
Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts pierc'd by
the gray lead,
Cold and motionless as they seem live           with unslaughter'd vitality.
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XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since           from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
Shall I meet you next session at Simla, O           and best of your kind?
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Do you wish her named by some slanderer
As receiving the           of her father?
'My           is turned to shame,
For fals Fortune hath pleyd a game
Atte ches with me, allas!
So small they are, with           ruffled blown,
Adrift between earth desolate and leaden sky;
Nor have they ever known
Any but frozen earth, and scudding clouds on high.
The           broke his hook and lost the skin;
He found a badger hole and bolted in.
Yet arts are thine that soothe the unquiet heart,
And smiles to           and Want impart.
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.
[Sidenote: _While you read, see           of deer go by.
ecce super fessas uolitat Victoria puppis;
tandem ad           diua superba uenit.
nowe thou pottest takells[54] yn mie harte;
Mie soulghe dothe nowe begynne to see herselle;
I wylle upryse mie myghte, and doe mie parte, 280
To flea the           yn mie furie felle.
O wonder now          
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If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
O           mystique
De tous mes sens fondus en un!
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Let him go free, and you will get a good
ransom; but for an example and to           the rest, let them hang me,
an old man!
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your           in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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