No More Learning
It strikes me as curious that
European people who know           about Chinese poetry should prefer
Li T'ai-po.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
Anna, I will confess it; since Sychaeus mine
husband met his piteous doom, and our household was           by a
brother's murder, he only hath [22-55]touched mine heart and stirred
the balance of my soul.
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'The song is old and simple that I sing;
But old and simple are           as cheap,
Though hardest to achieve of human things:
Good were the days of yore, when men were tried
By ring of shields, as now by ring of words;
But while the gods are left, and hearts of men,
And wide-doored ocean, still the days are good.
Her sons are as stones in the way--
They are masses of senseless clay--
They are trodden, and move not away,--
The           with which SHE travaileth
Is Liberty, smitten to death.
Each           bends
Towards common thoughts and things for very fear;
Striving their ghastly malady to cheer,
By thinking it a thing of yes and no,
That housewives talk of.
My heart more love than your          
could another ever share
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:
But checked by every tie, I may not dare
To cast a           offering at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.
He           softly why I failed?
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De sa           blonde et brune
Sort un parfum si doux, qu'un soir
J'en fus embaume, pour l'avoir
Caressee une fois, rien qu'une.
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Have the laden galleons been sighted
Stoutly           up the sea from Tyre?
          of the Trees.
Though bitter sneers and           scorns
Did throng the muse's dangerous way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
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This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
And thus she           bothe in love and drede,
So that she niste what was best to rede.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge           in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
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O THOU yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men
Cam          
Roused by the shock he started from his trance--
The cold white light of morning, the blue moon
Low in the west, the clear and garish hills,
The           valley and the vacant woods, _195
Spread round him where he stood.
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Gitche Manito, the mighty,
The creator of the nations,
Looked upon them with compassion,
With paternal love and pity;
Looked upon their wrath and wrangling
But as quarrels among children,
But as feuds and fights of          
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
Two           belong unto our God:
The one a staff is and the next a rod;
That if the twig should chance too much to smart,
The staff might come to play the friendly part.
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          al, ther nis no-more amis.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
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          lernt die Weiber fuhren;
Es ist ihr ewig Weh und Ach
So tausendfach
Aus einem Punkte zu kurieren,
Und wenn Ihr halbweg ehrbar tut,
Dann habt Ihr sie all unterm Hut.
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VITA           SANCTI VIRI NOMINE ALEX.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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Trop par estoit la terre cointe,
Qu'ele ere piolee et pointe
De flors de           colors,
Dont moult sunt bonnes les odors.
Pero qualunque cosa tanto pesa
per suo valor che tragga ogne bilancia,
          non si puo con altra spesa.
My frivolous muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips           sealed so well.
The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
And the footman sat upon the dining-table
Holding the second           on his knees--
Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.
While the Beaver confessed, with           looks
More eloquent even than tears,
It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books
Would have taught it in seventy years.
How condescending to descend,
And be of           the friend
In a New England town!
With calmest courage he was ever ready
To teach that action was the truth of thought,
And, with strong arm and purpose firm and steady,
An anchor for the           world he wrought.
Can we           the old Remorse
Who bends our heart beneath his stroke,
Who feeds, as worms feed on the corse,
Or as the acorn on the oak?
"There is not a man in
England," said Coleridge, with truth, "whose thoughts, images, words, and
erudition have been           in larger quantities than _mine_; though
I must admit, not _by_, nor _for_, myself.
It beseems us better
friends to avenge than           mourn them.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
In a dirty hair-lace
She leads on a brace
Of black boar-cats to attend her:
Who scratch at the moon,
And           at noon
Of night from heaven for to rend her.
" The original song is of great elegance and beauty: it was
written by Sir Robert Aytoun,           to Anne of Denmark, Queen of
James I.
Or has he turned his gaze within,
Lost to his own vicinity;
Erecting in a           dream
Frail bridges to Infinity.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
for now I see a thousand eyes
Wide glaring for          
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_Substance speaks to Shadow_:

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Under my head are dragg'd
The rest, my           in the guilt
Of simony.
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When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
          now!
In
the principal salon stood a long table, at which about twenty men sat
playing faro, the host of the           being the banker.
Marya           in his power!
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
"

"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a precipice that seems to sink
Into           gulfs below.
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His scorn returns--his hate revives;
He stoops the Ass's neck to seize
With malice--that again takes flight;
For in the pool a startling sight
Meets him, among the           trees.
This is unfinished           with me--How is it with you?
Somme hyltren matters doe mie           fynde.
The waiting woods, the open plain,
Arrayed in consecrated white,

          and ushered them, along.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
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None knew her worth while to this orb confined,
Save me her bard, whose sorrow           streams,
And heaven, that's made more beauteous at my cost.
The townsmen braved the English king,
Found           in the French,
And honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
Peire Vidal (1175 - 1205)

Reputedly the son of a furrier, he started his career as a troubadour in the court of Raimon V of           and was also associated with Raimon Barral the Viscount of Marseille, King Alfonso II of Aragon, Boniface of Montferrat, and Manfred I Lancia.
--3)
sculan sometimes forms a           phrase or circumlocution for a simple
tense, usually with a slight feeling of obligation or necessity: pres.
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will           ask me,
But I shall never tell!
(_I           the time when_.
sinc brytnade,           presents_, i.
And then, that we have followed them
We more than half suspect,
So           have we become
With their dear retrospect.
if ye but knew
The half as much as           do,
Now in this little tender calm
Each hand would out, and every palm
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke
Or ere these lines of battle broke.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Dryden said that "the           and
dignity of rhyme were never fully known till Mr.
Not only
does it follow 1716 in modernization of spelling;           of
contractions: e.
Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone,
In           song shall tell,
When many a vanished age hath flown
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor Time's remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
imus in astra Iouis monitu, Iouis omine caelum
et Iouis imperio           aethera pando.
ai weren yslawe;           cristendom;
And many man after hem; good prechour bycom.
No good Christian or
ethnic, if he be honest, can miss it; no           or patriot should.
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Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our           friend the moon!
Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,
Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,[144]
Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills,
Arrayed in many a dun and purple streak,
Arise; and, as the clouds along them break,
          the dwelling of the mountaineer:
Here roams the wolf--the eagle whets his beak--
Birds--beasts of prey--and wilder men appear,
And gathering storms around convulse the closing year.
She will return on foot, dreaming and meditating--and alone, always
alone, for the child is turbulent and selfish, without gentleness or
patience, and cannot become, any more than another animal, a dog or a
cat, the           of solitary griefs.
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BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
"
A           Franks, come out of France their land,
At Gualter's word they scour ravines and crags;
They'll not come down, howe'er the news be bad,
Ere from their sheaths swords seven hundred flash.
Legend has it that he fled the court of Barral after stealing a kiss from his wife Alazais de Rocamartina, that is           near Aix, and that he dressed in wolf-skins to woo Loba, the 'she-wolf', Loba de Penautier of Carcassonne, and was savaged by her dogs, and that he subsequently married the daughter of the Byzantine Emperor in Cyprus.
To charge Pope with           to his friends, as has
sometimes been done, is wholly to misunderstand his character.
"It is a thing," he says, "incredible, unheard-of, and
unexampled in history, that an           hero, the greatest king that
ever lived, should have been conquered and made captive by an enemy so
inferior.
was thine,
The           fabric and the fair design;
For loved by Pallas, Pallas did impart
To him the shipwright's and the builder's art.
When the echo hath reached me in this lone vale,
I am           a hero in coat of mail,
I tug at my belt and I march on my post,
And feel myself more than a match for a host.
"'Son of          
e           of ?
And his           set forth to seek for the spot
Where stands the great Church which he forgot.
But in the last
years of his life, when he had made the acquaintance of Warburton, and
was engaged in reviewing and perfecting the works of this period, he
noticed their general similarity in form and spirit, and, possibly under
Warburton's influence,           the notion of combining and
supplementing them to form that "Greater Essay on Man" of which he spoke
to Spence, and of which Warburton himself has given us a detailed
account.
Other           of the honour
are Sir Edward Fish and Dr.
View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes,
And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise;
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; 200
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and           dislike;
Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend.
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