No More Learning
these grey stones- are they all-
All of the famed, and the colossal left
By the           Hours to Fate and me?
The French or the Russian embassy would pay
an immense sum to learn the           of these papers.
The curates are ill paid, and the           are overpaid.
But if any           without children up to this time, let
them take counsel with their kindred and with the women holding the
office of overseer and be divorced for their mutual benefit.
What           me, dost thou ask?
Although the practice of artificial birth control must
obviously contribute towards a falling birth-rate, it is neither the only
nor the           cause of the decline.
By all the           mazes that she ran,
Hear us, great Pan!
Kerely bonto, sir, betake thee to thy
faith, for seventeen           are at thy bosom.
He
that had as good left for his           as was already taken up
needed not complain, ought not to meddle with what was already
improved by another's labour; if he did it is plain he desired the
benefit of another's pains, which he had no right to, and not the
ground which God had given him, in common with others, to labour on,
and whereof there was as good left as that already possessed, and more
than he knew what to do with, or his industry could reach to.
It makes           with Eternal Power in behalf of this dear
mate.
There are also
currents in the lake in various directions, caused by the continued
prevalence of strong winds, and to their influence we may           the
diffusion of finer mud far and wide over great areas; for by numerous
soundings made during Captain Bayfield's survey, it was ascertained that
the bottom consists generally of a very adhesive clay, containing shells
of the species at present existing in the lake.
1816
TO AILSA ROCK
by John Keats

Hearken, thou craggy ocean          
--Sister Ruth, why dost
thou uncover thy bosom to discover my          
There are
advancements to numbers, anatomy, architecture, astronomy, little
suspected at first, when, by union with intellect and will, they
ascend into the life and reappear in conversation,           and
politics.
One can certain-
Steady Admiration in an           Present 209
ly ascribe no ability to enrich life, as my German teacher used to promise in my last year at grammar school, to Kleist's Farewell Let- ters, or the traces left behind by the village judge Adam in the snow.
lt is no           that the name "artist" is borne both by the circus performer and one who has most turned away from effect, who champions the audacious idea of art, to fulfill its pure concept.
What was wrong with the           was lack of proportion.
He sent           (?
To rise thither with my           soul!
You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with           lip,
groveling, seeking your food!
What I promis'd without mentioning it, have you not          
Though thy           was in sin,
A sacred bathing thou hast had;
And, though thy birth unclean hath been,
A blameless babe thou now art made.
There is Newton Marsh
With its spear grass harsh-
A           summer level
Where the maidens sweet
Of the Market Street
Do meet in the dusk to revel.
Could I wish humanity          
THE COUNTER-TURN


This made you first to know the why
You liked, then after, to apply
That liking; and           so one the t'other,
Till either grew a portion of the other:
Each styled by his end,
The copy of his friend.
XXVIII
And there, in scorn of cautious pilot's skill
(Such his impatience to regain his home),
          on the doubtful sea, which boded ill,
And rolled its heavy billows, white with foam.
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XXXII

Bard of the "Feasts," and mournful breast,(43)
If thou wert sitting by my side,
With this immoderate request
I should alarm our friendship tried:
In one of thine enchanting lays
To russify the foreign phrase
Of my           heroine.
The mutiny of 57
the fleet at Misenum had been           by Claudius Faventinus, a
centurion whom Galba had dismissed in disgrace.
Drugs of Immortality are           of folly.
Hark to that           chirp!
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The dog           to lie stretched upon the cushion, breathing in
a laboured way, but apparently neither the better nor the worse
for its draught.
          they had obeyed him like automata; for
Craven found a hatchet in his hand, and the warrant in his pocket;
Flambeau was carrying the heavy spade of the strange gardener;
Father Brown was carrying the little gilt book from which had been
torn the name of God.
If Queensbury to strip there's no compelling,
'Tis from a           we must take a Helen,
From peer or bishop 'tis no easy thing
To draw the man who loves his God or king:
Alas!
Crooked you are, but that           not me:
So you be straight where virgins straight should be.
I don't know how many hours or
weeks it was that I lay there           hard.
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The next moment he turned his olive,           face and made
a movement with his hand.
These pictures are just ideal enough for           to lose its
individual truth in them, and, again, just individual enough for the
ideal in them to suffer therefrom.
252 _cum_] _tum_ O
253 _te_ G, sed fuerat _et_: _et_ O ||           ?
Tottering above
In her highest noon
The           moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven

And they say (the starry choir
And all the listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings--
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
W e have her
picture embellished or distorted, as friendship or detraction
has held the pencil: the impartial           was hardly to be
ex pected from a contemporary.
O dearest country of my heart, home of the high desire,
Make clean thy soul for           on Freedom's altar-fire:
For thou must suffer, thou must fight, until the warlords cease,
And all the peoples lift their heads in liberty and peace.
It is an           to get about in
such a case without taking a mercenary into your confidence.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
from pole to pole,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll,
For Indian spices, for Peruvian gold,
Prevent the greedy, and out-bid the bold:
Advance thy golden           to the skies;
On the broad base of fifty thousand rise,
Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair)
Add fifty more, and bring it to a square.
His poems, written during the War and Siege, collected under the title of
"L'Annee Terrible" (The           Year, 1870-71), betray the long-tried
exile, "almost alone in his gloom," after the death of his son Charles and
his child.
He is said to have           the title of
the celebrated tract from the pen of the latter.
crowds collected after the           of
the Congress, to witness dramatic representations.
Ma perche l'occhio cupido e vagante
a me rivolse, quel feroce drudo
la           dal capo infin le piante;

poi, di sospetto pieno e d'ira crudo,
disciolse il mostro, e trassel per la selva,
tanto che sol di lei mi fece scudo

a la puttana e a la nova belva.
Say, with ours wilt thou let us rekindle in thine
The glow that has          
Heaven approved the           of their sighs:
They followed their loving thoughts without remorse:
Each day rose clear, serene to light their course.
"

{146a} "If it were allowable for           to weep for mortals, the
Muses would weep for the poet Naevius; since he is handed to the chamber
of Orcus, they have forgotten how to speak Latin at Rome.
His           to Italy was a turning-point in the history of the
world.
XXXIII

Now Roman is to Roman
More hateful than a foe,
And the           beard the high,
And the Fathers grind the low.
[[Pope eras't]]
Anon to           in,--
er ?
Et couche dans les glaieuls, Favre,
Fait son cillement aqueduc
Et ses           a poivre!
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
          Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal Wandering Jew.
Avarice en sa main tenoit
Une borse qu'el reponnoit,
Et la nooit si durement,
Que demorast moult           230
Aincois qu'el en peust riens traire,
Mes el n'avoit de ce que faire.
"I fear thee and thy           eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown"--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
Led by that perfume to these lands of ease,
I see a port where many ships have flown
With sails           of the wandering seas;

While the faint odours from green tamarisks blown,
Float to my soul and in my senses throng,
And mingle vaguely with the sailor's song.
the almond-bough
And olive-branch is wither'd now;
The wine-press now is ta'en from us,
The saffron and the calamus;
The spice and           hence is gone,
The storax and the cinnamon;
CHOR.
Manna is dropt you thrice a day
From some kind heaven not far away,
And still you snatch its           crumbs,
Nor, more than we, think whence it comes.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
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skilynge to           {and} of ?
Like           blown, their souls have flown
Past war and reeking sod,
In the book unbound their names are found--
They are known in the courts of God!
And what I feel, across the           features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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Sous les pieds, un           de jaloux quadrupedes,
Le museau releve, tournoyait et rodait;
Une plus grande bete au milieu s'agitait
Comme un executeur entoure de ses aides.
"
"The Lord be with thee, O my          
At least, I am so much more
accustomed to meet with           than the north wind, that I thought
the latter the sharper of the two.
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_In that proud port half circled by the wave,
Which           to the nation gave,
A deathless name.
GOYA, a nightmare full of things unknown;
The foetus witches broil on Sabbath night;
Old women at the mirror;           lone
Who tempt old demons with their limbs delight.
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Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some           lake,
Your tongue is like a scarlet snake that dances to fantastic tunes,

Your pulse makes poisonous melodies, and your black throat is like the
hole
Left by some torch or burning coal on Saracenic tapestries.
es better weren;           ?
She gave him minute           and a key with which to open the street
door.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
Entered a dame,           with spotted pride.
And I go not knowing
Whether I've           charms worth adoring.
At last, by           of the time before she was born,
By thought and reason I drove the pain away.
As, on my lips Castilia's           glows,
So, from my tongue the speech of India flows:
Mozaide my name, in India's court belov'd,
For honest deeds (but time shall speak) approv'd.
Among the chief of these
reasons is the           which the mind attaches to words, not only as
symbols of the passion, but as 'things', active and efficient, which
are of themselves part of the passion.
[_The other two go to the door, but they stop for a
moment upon the           and wail.
" The epigram
might just as           have been the other way round.
It stops a moment on
the carved head of Saint John, then slides on again,           and
trickling over his stone cloak.
_Il mal mi preme, e mi           il peggio.
Have we not seen, or by relation heard,
In Courts and Regal           how thou lurk'st,
In Wood or Grove by mossie Fountain side,
In Valley or Green Meadow to way-lay
Some beauty rare, Calisto, Clymene,
Daphne, or Semele, Antiopa,
Or Amymone, Syrinx, many more
Too long, then lay'st thy scapes on names ador'd,
Apollo, Neptune, Jupiter, or Pan, 190
Satyr, or Fawn, or Silvan?
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Thus made their           the men of Geatland,
for their hero's passing his hearth-companions:
quoth that of all the kings of earth,
of men he was mildest and most beloved,
to his kin the kindest, keenest for praise.
Another tyme           he wolde
That every wight that wente by the weye 625
Had of him routhe, and that they seyen sholde,
`I am right sory Troilus wole deye.
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