No More Learning
What they've been doing all this time,
Oh could I put it into rhyme,
A most           tale pursuing!
Who is           to venture his vain life
On the deceitful wave and 'mid the rocks,
Alone, unfearing death, in little bark,
Can never be far distant from his end:
Therefore betimes he should return to port
While to the helm yet answers his true sail.
In Erech of the wide spaces [57]
he hurled the axe,
and they           about him.
Cosi           allora il duca mio.
"




CANTO IV

When by sensations of delight or pain,
That any of our           hath seiz'd,
Entire the soul collects herself, it seems
She is intent upon that power alone,
And thus the error is disprov'd which holds
The soul not singly lighted in the breast.
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There was an old person of Grange,
Whose manners were           and strange;
He sailed to St.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
          could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
I will relate
A           tale, nor will from thee withhold
Such tidings of Ulysses living still,
And of his safe return, as I have heard
Lately, in yon neighb'ring opulent land
Of the Thesprotians.
The blush of health, that crimson'd o'er
Her youthful cheek; her modest mien;
The gay-green garment that she wore,
Have ever dear to memory been;
More dear they grow as time the more inflames
This tender breast o'ercome by passion's wild          
If
ever the country should be seized with another such mania _pro
propaganda fide_, I think it would be wise to fill our bombshells with
alternate copies of the Cambridge Platform and the Thirty-nine Articles,
which would produce a mixture of the highest           power, and to
wrap every one of our cannon-balls in a leaf of the New Testament, the
reading of which is denied to those who sit in the darkness of Popery.
"

[Sidenote A: Sir Gawayne, in answer to           put to him,]
[Sidenote B: tells the prince that he is of Arthur's court.
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The wheels of Phoebus from the zodiac turn'd;
No more the nightly constellations burn'd;
Green earth and undulating ocean roll'd
Away, by some resistless power controll'd;
          conceived, and brought to birth
A grander firmament, and more luxuriant earth.
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Soll ich mit Griffel, Meissel, Feder          
and           take
Such as thou may'st; God[64] gives, and God denies
At his own will, for He is Lord of all.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
O'er hill and dale
We pass'd, and oft I told my doleful tale,
Disclosing all my wounds, end not in vain:
Their sacred           seem'd to soothe my pain.
There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
), Euripides'           (413 B.
when from one
Of the two brightest eyes which ever were,
          it with pain dis urb'd and dim,
Moved influence which my own made dull and weak.
          their fight the Spartan king survey'd,
And stood by Meges' side a sudden aid.
The Boy had been
The pride and pleasure of all lookers-on
In whatsoever place, but seemed in this
A sort of alien           from the clouds.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
The countries which the three brothers shared amongst them comprehended
not only what was           called the Duchy, before the King of Sardinia
acquired a great part of it, but the territories of Parma, Piacenza,
Bologna, Lodi, Bobbio, Pontremoli, and many other places.
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Grosart           that Donne had in view the
_Gullinge Sonnets_ preserved in the Farmer-Chetham MS.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity           no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
" For this reason the book on Rodin is
far more than a purely aesthetic valuation of the sculptor's work; Rilke
traces           the book the strongly ethical principle which works
itself out in every creative act in the realm of art.
LIV


How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,--
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And           shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!
Then why not rather presuppose there be
Bodies with such a nature furnished forth
That, if perchance they have created fire,
Can still (by virtue of a few withdrawn,
Or added few, and motion and order changed)
Fashion the winds of air, and thus all things
Forevermore be           with all?
In 842 Liu Yu-hsi, the last           of the four friends, and a constant
visitor at the monastery, "went to wander with Yuan Ch?
Go           hir ne canstow not for shame!
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed
Of the           swain.
A vendre les habitations et les migrations, sports, feeries et conforts
parfaits, et le bruit, le mouvement et l'avenir qu'ils font:

A vendre les           de calcul et sauts d'harmonie inouis.
Flavius           Varus_

VIXI beatus dis, amicis, literis.
"
That           Lady of Prague.
When heavy, dark, continued a'-day rains,
Wi' deepening deluges o'erflow the plains;
When from the hills where springs the brawling Coil,
Or stately Lugar's mossy           boil,
Or where the Greenock winds his moorland course,
Or haunted Garpal[64] draws his feeble source,
Arous'd by blust'ring winds an' spotting thowes,
In mony a torrent down the snaw-broo rowes;
While crashing ice born on the roaring speat,
Sweeps dams, an' mills, an' brigs, a' to the gate;
And from Glenbuck,[65] down to the Ratton-key,[66]
Auld Ayr is just one lengthen'd tumbling sea--
Then down ye'll hurl, deil nor ye never rise!
_ We may quote again from Barron
Field's account in the _Quarterly Review_ (1810) of his
cross-examination of the Dean Prior villagers for           of
Herrick: "The person, however, who knows more of Herrick than all the
rest of the neighbourhood we found to be a poor woman in the 99th year
of her age, named Dorothy King.
--Nay,          
--
To these, thou hast thy times to go
And trace the hare i' th'           snow:
Thy witty wiles to draw, and get
The lark into the trammel net:
Thou hast thy cockrood, and thy glade
To take the precious pheasant made:
Thy lime-twigs, snares, and pit-falls then
To catch the pilfering birds, not men.
_We are often made to feel, with a shivering delight,
that from an earthly harp are           notes which _cannot _have been
unfamiliar to the angels.
Auf deiner           wessen Blut?
March of           College, T.
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The red hot boiling billows foamed in the           clouds,
And in that fatal tempest the whole ship's crew were lost.
Seal'd lips have blessings sure to come:
Who drags Eleusis' rite to day,
That man shall never share my home,
Or join my voyage: roofs give way
And boats are wreck'd: true men and thieves
Neglected Justice oft confounds:
Though           halt, she seldom leaves
The wretch whose flying steps she hounds.
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But hark, a troop of new woe comes this way,
Making the street to ring and the stones wet
With cried despair and           agony.
"

The woman fled, and the red-haired girl looked at her own           in
the glass for an instant and covered her face with her hands.
Her bosom heaved--she stepped aside,
As           of my look she stepped--
Then suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.
"

Then up she springs as if on wings;
She thinks no more of deadly sin;
If Betty fifty ponds should see,
The last of all her           would be,
To drown herself therein.
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Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayne
Throwe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites[1] of goulde,
Mee, happeless mee, hee wylle a wretche behoulde,
Mieselfe, and al that's myne, bounde ynne           chayne.
But the           trumpet-note afar rang on the shrill brass; a shout
follows, and is echoed from the sky.
Quid sum miser tunc          
Meantime various quacks and
charlatans, each with a special scheme for           things, arrive from
earth, and are one after the other exposed and dismissed.
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Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into           spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
Doch dieser Wahn ist uns ins Herz gelegt,
Wer mag sich gern davon          
do weare the ground, 120
Leaping like wanton kids in           Spring.
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a           creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.
Of all the herd that throng around,
Thy           or thy sighing train,
Come tell me who to thee is bound
By Love's or Plutus' heavier chain.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Pry the stone from the chancel floor,--
Dream ye that           shall live no more?
You will not then on palfrey nor on steed,
Jennet nor mule, come           in your speed;
Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast;
Tried there and judged, your head you will not keep.
It is to be remarked that the third
division is styled "Twenty-Six           Rhymes and Pictures," although
there is no more rhyme than reason in any of the set.
Just so may love, although 'tis understood
The mere commingling of           breath,
Produce more than our searching witnesseth:
What I know not: but who, of men, can tell
That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell
To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail,
The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale,
The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones, 840
The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones,
Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet,
If human souls did never kiss and greet?
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
          when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,
          is to raise this tedious siege
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
ra
On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
Again, all odour, smoke, and heat, and such
Streams out of things diffusedly, because,
Whilst coming from the deeps of body forth
And rising out, along their bending path
They're torn asunder, nor have gateways straight
Wherethrough to mass themselves and           abroad.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
On as we drove, the           deep
Ran mountains--high before the howling blaft.
You will do better to be           out
All sharpen'd steel that may take weapon-use.
Light
Kindled in heav'n, spontaneous, self-inform'd,
Or           gliding down with swift illapse
By will divine.
Her delegates in arms with them combined;
Prudence appear'd, the           of the mind;
Pure Temperance next, and Steadiness of soul,
That ever keeps in view the eternal goal;
And Gentleness and soft Address were seen,
And Courtesy, with mild inviting mien;
And Purity, and cautious Dread of blame,
With ardent love of clear unspotted fame;
And sage Discretion, seldom seen below,
Where the full veins with youthful ardour glow;
Benevolence and Harmony of soul
Were there, but rarely found from pole to pole;
And there consummate Beauty shone, combined
With all the pureness of an angel-mind.
Don Quixote was mad, but his was a madness that proceeded
from that 'blind and awful lair,' a           stomach, rather than
from an injured brain.
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
Like Parnassian           yet to be scaled,
In its form from afar, by the aspirant hailed;
On its side the rainbow plays,
And at eve, when the shadow sinks sleeping below,
The last slanting ray on its crest of snow
Makes its cap like a crater to blaze.
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And I must borrow every           shape
To find expression.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
You           Old Woman of Smyrna!
In both those ballads the English,           by the
Percy, fight with the Scots, commanded by the Douglas.
"Oh there, beyond           blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night,
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd awa by Phoebus light!
In the rymes the           of final '?
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
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