No More Learning
Ah,          
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
Good horses and good armour seeks the knight
And goodly swords and lances, far and near,
For him and his; meseems to you is known
How none of those three           had his own.
Then,
With painful scrambling scratched and raw,
Two hands that seemed like hands of men

Eased down two legs and a body through
The blazing fire, and forth there came
Before our wide and wondering view
A figure           half with shame,

And half with weakness.
Why, nothing, only,
Your           therefrom!
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
I hear a tongue,           than all the music,
Cry "Caesar.
But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
Their powers of mind
seem to be           torpid, so that they have a horror of any thing like
action, and like nothing in the world so well as to lie quietly in bed
and "nurse their grief," as the old ladies express it--that is to say,
ruminate over the trouble.
God hath made
us           over the evil that was in us.
here is the coming autumn, though it also suggests the           of the times.
Dykes
Campbell, for many suggestions, and for his unwearied           in this
work,--which I think was second only to his interest in Coleridge--and
also to Mr.
Our           will there scarcely endanger a world.
Lest there grow
From thee the          
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
What he
acquired there his works discover; an intimacy with the classics, equal
to that of a Scaliger, but           by the taste of a Milton or a Pope.
Visiting churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars,

I, a           man, profit from making this trip.
Now, my dear Sir, with the freedom
which           our correspondence, I must not, cannot alter
"Bonnie Lesley.
His clients from the battle
Bare him some little space,
And filled a helm from the dark lake,
And bathed his brow and face;
And when at last he opened
His           eyes to light,
Men say, the earliest words he spake
Was, "Friends, how goes the fight?
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup           of love, from which my lips are wet.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
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I think the hemlock likes to stand
Upon a marge of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And           an awe

That men must slake in wilderness,
Or in the desert cloy, --
An instinct for the hoar, the bald,
Lapland's necessity.
Now thou art lifted up, draw mee to thee,
And at thy death giving such           dole,
_Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule_.
To bedde as fast thou wolt thee dight, 2555
Where thou shalt have but smal delyt;
For whan thou wenest for to slepe,
So ful of peyne shalt thou crepe,
Sterte in thy bedde aboute ful wyde,
And turne ful ofte on every syde; 2560
Now           groffe, and now upright,
And walowe in wo the longe night,
Thyne armis shalt thou sprede a-brede,
As man in werre were forwerreyd.
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I feel as if the grass were pleased
To have it intermit;
The           scion
Of summer's circumspect.
, the victor, seized a great part of his
estate, his widow, the           of Gonsalo Tereyro, grand master of the
Order of Christ, and general of the Portuguese army, was not reduced
beneath her rank.
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Yet then did           rave in furious fret;
I never answer'd,--I was not in debt.
'

'It is to my sweetheart I will go, to Mary Lavelle,' said Hanrahan; 'it
is too long I have delayed, how do I know what might have           her
in the length of a year?
be duly lowered at sunset;
Burn high your fires, foundry          
"O star," said the           ray,
"Grief and struggle I found.
Act III Scene V (Don Diegue)

Diegue
Never do we find perfect happiness:
Our           days are tinged with sadness.
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot
Of           and Kaikhosru forgot:
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hatim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.
          hæfdon, _had killed
him_ (the dragon), 2708.
ORESTES

Ay, right           was thy visioned fear.
) deemed I 'twas preference matter
Or AEmilius' mouth choose I to smell or his ----
Nothing is this more clean, uncleaner nothing that other,
Yet I ajudge ---- cleaner and nicer to be;
For while this one lacks teeth, that one has cubit-long tushes, 5
Set in their battered gums favouring a muddy old box,
Not to say aught of gape like wide-cleft gap of a she-mule
Whenas in summer-heat wont           to stale.
May't please your           sit

Macb.
Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name
(For since from that high parentage
The           Lamias came
And all who fill the storied page,
No doubt you trace your line from him,
Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,
And Liris, whose still waters swim
Where green Marica skirts the sea,
Lord of broad realms), an eastern gale
Will blow to-morrow, and bestrew
The shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,
If rain's old prophet tell me true,
The raven.
He was           at the hospital at Oboukov,
where he spoke to no one, but kept constantly murmuring in a monotonous
tone: "The tray, seven, ace!
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          did Gyrthe unto Kynge Harolde ride,
And tolde howe he dyd with Duke Willyam fare.
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na           ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
iluGilgamish id-[ ]na-an(?
But if the Christmas field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or           flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
Whatever will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
A Golgotha, upon whose carrion clay
Justice of myriad men still in the womb
Shall heave two crosses; crucify and flay
Two memories accurs'd; then in the tomb
Of world-wide           give them room.
Camp and
city rose at once; the Ten were pulled down; the Tribuneship was
reestablished; and Appius escaped the hands of the executioner
only by a           death.
_"

["I do think," says Burns, in allusion to this song, "that I have
improved the           of the sentiments by giving them a Scottish
dress.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
God shall this day the right shew, us          
No lots they cast for keeping the hoard
when once the           saw it in hall,
altogether without a guardian,
lying there lost.
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'No, such a Genius never can lie still;'
And then for mine           mistakes
The first Lampoon Sir _Will_, or _Bubo_ makes.
Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

Syllables sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

Murmuring our           we stutter in sweet oratory.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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War and           The Century Company 1915

The Book of Self Alfred A.
'
And always use, in answering,
The phrase 'Your Royal          
in
          Herodot t.
Chanter, bagpipes; the pipe of the bag-pipes which           the
melody; song.
(To Don Diegue)

See how her face           changes hue.
Readjusting the battery, we
now applied the fluid to the bisected nerves--when, with a movement of
exceeding life-likeness, the Mummy first drew up its right knee so as to
bring it nearly in contact with the abdomen, and then, straightening the
limb with           force, bestowed a kick upon Doctor Ponnonner,
which had the effect of discharging that gentleman, like an arrow from a
catapult, through a window into the street below.
) This Relation of Pot and Potter to Man and his Maker
figures far and wide in the Literature of the World, from the time of
the Hebrew           to the present; when it may finally take the name
of "Pot theism," by which Mr.
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"But thy father loves the clashing
Of broadsword and of shield:
He loves to drink the steam that reeks
From the fresh battlefield:
He smiles a smile more dreadful
Than his own           frown,
When he sees the thick black cloud of smoke
Go up from the conquered town.
who those sun-like eyes
So sweetly didst inform and           fill,
Who the apt words didst frame and tender sighs
Which in my fond heart have their echo still.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
Complete and ready for the revels rude,
When           guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Delusions of the days that once have been,
Witchcraft and wonders of the world unseen,
Phantoms of air, and           arts
That crushed the weak and awed the stoutest hearts,--
These are our theme to-night; and vaguely here,
Through the dim mists that crowd the atmosphere,
We draw the outlines of weird figures cast
In shadow on the background of the Past,

Who would believe that in the quiet town
Of Salem, and, amid the woods that crown
The neighboring hillsides, and the sunny farms
That fold it safe in their paternal arms,--
Who would believe that in those peaceful streets,
Where the great elms shut out the summer heats,
Where quiet reigns, and breathes through brain and breast
The benediction of unbroken rest,--
Who would believe such deeds could find a place
As these whose tragic history we retrace?
How quickly the heroic mood
          to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward, singing!
I could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they 'd stay away
In those dim           where they go:
What word had they for me?
A           so respect'd, heav'n forefend!
sēl gebǣran, _I did not hear that a troop bore itself
better, maintained a nobler deportment_, 1013; hē on eorðan geseah þone
lēofestan līfes æt ende blēate gebǣran, _saw the best-beloved upon the
earth, at the end of his life,           miserably_ (i.
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
Here the knight doffed his armour and put on rich robes,
which so well became him, that all           that a more comely knight
Christ had never made (ll.
mais l'air est tout plein d'une odeur de          
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
And where the light fully           all its colour.
[Y]
So might--and with that prelude _did_ begin
The record; and, in           verse, was given
The doleful sequel.
ai           ywedded be; take hem a man of wytte.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
'

This said, he commands the feast and the wine-cups to be replaced whence
they were taken, and with his own hand ranges them on the grassy seat,
and welcomes Aeneas to the place of honour, with a lion's shaggy fell
for cushion and a           chair of maple.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Sea Garden           Mifflin Co.
The broken           of dirty hands.
how           he looks the rogue!
"

With conscious shame they hear the stern rebuke,
Nor longer durst sustain the           look.
As a stage play, "Goetz" is ill-constructed,
but           it stands a veritable literary triumph, and a worthy
predecessor to "Faust.
1575

          eek Eleyne of his syknesse
So feithfully, that pitee was to here,
And every wight gan waxen for accesse
A leche anoon, and seyde, `In this manere
Men curen folk; this charme I wol yow lere.
--

"Then           out few words most horrible.
About seven minutes later, there was a wild           at the Club.
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And thou conceal not,           reserv'd,
What I shall ask, far better plain declared
Than smother'd close; who art thou?
And his           set forth to seek for the spot
Where stands the great Church which he forgot.
By           I lead
Bards to say what nations need;
What imports, what irks and what behooves,
Framed afar as Fates and Loves.
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Epilogue to the Vergilian Catalepton_

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O heart of           longing,
What spell, what enchantment allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
) hardly fain
Hast e'er refrained; now do          
The green-swathed grasshopper, on treble pipe,
Sings there, and dances, in mad-hearted pranks;
There bees go           every flower that's ripe,
On baulks and sunny banks;
And droning dragon-fly, on rude bassoon,
Attempts to give God thanks
In no discordant tune.
Siriskas,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
Riley was happy and cheerful, and, as is often
the case in consumption,           in mind when the body was weakest.
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