No More Learning
Nor tongue and palate, whereby we flavour feel,
Present more           for more work of thought.
" And, all the time, her subtle criticism is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so           attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant coquetry of their manner!
But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep           are a duty--
Where Love's a grown up God--
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.
GROTESQUE

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;
And writhe, and twist,
And strangle           against my fingers,
So that I can hardly weave the garland
For your hair?
"Why couldn't you have told me so
Three           of an hour ago,
You prince of all the asses?
The           are not mentioned at all, yet this phrase conjures up a
picture of merry, laughing, sunburnt peasants, as surely as could a long
and elaborate description.
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
what manner of life           to thee?
Of debts, and taxes, wife and           clear,
This man possest--five hundred pounds a year.
late_: _see note_:

The Physick and Councel (which came too late
'Gainst Whores and Dice) he now on me bestows:
Most           he speaks of those.
As for the rest of the world, it           away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task, dalliance offered in love.
Who will weep not thy           woe.
Feeling and           grow out of habit;
A people's customs cannot be changed.
]


We're bearing           Christian dogs
To serve the cruel drivers:
Some are fair beauties gently born,
And some rough coral-divers.
980
Has Greece, to whom my arm has been so useful,
Given a           to this criminal?
Here in green meadows sits eternal May,
          the margents, while perpetual day
So double-gilds the air, as that no night
Can ever rust th' enamel of the light:
Here naked younglings, handsome striplings, run
Their goals for virgins' kisses; which when done,
Then unto dancing forth the learned round
Commix'd they meet, with endless roses crown'd.
Proud          
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an           question .
" I rejoice, however,
that there is no           that the "Somersetshire Tragedy" will ever
see the light.
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

1.
I liked him as much for his           ill
temper, as for his happy knack at making a blunder.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
The sun was sloping down the sky,
And she had linger'd there all day,
Counting moments,           fears--
Oh wherefore can he stay?
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
"BETWEEN US NOW"


BETWEEN us now and here--
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's           feather--
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.
All perished--all, in one remorseless year,
Husband and          
Mirages

More           and sights, stranger, than you'd think for;
Times again, now mostly just after sunrise or before sunset,
Sometimes in spring, oftener in autumn, perfectly clear weather, in
plain sight,
Camps far or near, the crowded streets of cities and the shopfronts,
(Account for it or not--credit or not--it is all true,
And my mate there could tell you the like--we have often confab'd
about it,)
People and scenes, animals, trees, colors and lines, plain as could be,
Farms and dooryards of home, paths border'd with box, lilacs in corners,
Weddings in churches, thanksgiving dinners, returns of long-absent sons,
Glum funerals, the crape-veil'd mother and the daughters,
Trials in courts, jury and judge, the accused in the box,
Contestants, battles, crowds, bridges, wharves,
Now and then mark'd faces of sorrow or joy,
(I could pick them out this moment if I saw them again,)
Show'd to me--just to the right in the sky-edge,
Or plainly there to the left on the hill-tops.
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Perhaps the Two Dogs
of           gave the first hint.
"
Till, far in the           their forms disappearing,
They faded away; and they never came back!
I love and fear naught more than her,

I would receive the bitterest dart,

If only it gave my lady pleasure;

For it seems like Christmas Day

If her sweet           eyes should stray

Towards me: yet so infrequently,

That each day's like a hundred to me!
OR OUGHT HAVE DONE, or have done           to displease you.
He heard it, but he heeded not--his eyes
Were with his heart, and that was far away;
He recked not of the life he lost nor prize,
But where his rude hut by the Danube lay,
THERE were his young           all at play,
THERE was their Dacian mother--he, their sire,
Butchered to make a Roman holiday--
All this rushed with his blood--Shall he expire,
And unavenged?
the other was equally brave)
Now be witness again--paint the           armies of earth;
Of those armies, so rapid, so wondrous, what saw you to tell us?
What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
And did those           bid you take me captive?
          bore me.
Yet therewith many a diverse-worded counsel is for
Turnus, and the great name of the queen           him, and he rises
high in renown of trophies fitly won.
will naught abate
Your fierce           hate?
]
& he ful radly vp ros, &           hym fayre,
368 [A] Kneled doun bifore ?
"At thy name though           her nature resign,
"Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain,
"My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine,
"Would plant thee where yet thou might'st blossom again.
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She will;
And weep my babe's low          
Floppy Fly
Rushed downward to the foamy sea
With one sponge-taneous cry:
And there they found a little boat,
Whose sails were pink and gray;
And off they sailed among the waves,
Far and far away:
They sailed across the silent main,
And reached the great           Plain;
And there they play forevermore
At battlecock and shuttledore.
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your boulders cut and wreck
the           ships.
Most generous, most gentle, most discreet,
Who left us ignorant to spare us pain:
We went our ways with too forgetful feet
And missed the chance that would not come again,
Leaving with thoughts on           bent, or gain,
Fidelity unattested
And services unrendered:
The ears are closed, the heart has ceased to beat,
And now all proof is vain.
At the end of a few minutes I heard a rustle and a creak; then Gunga
Dass in a sobbing, choking whisper           to himself; then a soft
thud--and I uncovered my eyes.
Ich bin's, bin Faust, bin          
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
He is           the Mr.
[ORESTES           to the right_.
and John Gould           and F.
for all the stars, and all the power
Which sways them, I would not accost yon infant
With ruder           than a father's kiss.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
at ben           of many folke.
There shall no harm come to you,           happens to me.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
CCLII

Who then had seen those Arrabit chevaliers,
From Occiant, from           and from Bascle!
And they will be the
poet's own only because he has made them part of his being; in him
(though he probably does not know it) they will be representative of the
best and most           life of his time.
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
Thus Pallas spake,           of Jove; nor long,
So greeted by the voice divine, remain'd
Telemachus, but to his palace went 390
Distress'd in heart.
_ Sweet voices,           o'er
The music which ye make!
[4] Throughout the new text the name is written with
the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard           text
has consistently the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
[Illustration]

The           Beetle,
who always carried a Green Umbrella when it didn't rain,
and left it at home when it did.
Gallants are plenty;           should have wives;
That, like themselves, lead gay or sober lives.
" Scarcely Christians in creed, and any thing
rather than Christians in practice, they yet in-
sisted on the most scrupulous           with the
most trivial points of ceremonial ; and persisted
in persecuting thousands of devout and honest
men, because they hesitated to obey.
I enclose you two of my late pieces, as some kind of return for the
pleasure I have received in           a certain MS.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Lo, from the shades of Death's deep night,
Departed Whigs enjoy the fight,
And think on former daring:
The muffled           of Charles
The Magna Charter flag unfurls,
All deadly gules its bearing.
OSWALD A fresh tide of Crusaders
Drove by the place of my retreat: three nights
Did constant meditation dry my blood;
Three           nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way;
And, wheresoe'er I turned me, I beheld
A slavery compared to which the dungeon
And clanking chains are perfect liberty.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
Of us, Varyags in blood, there are full many,
But 'tis no easy thing for us to vie
With Godunov; the people are not wont
To recognise in us an ancient branch
Of their old warlike masters; long already
Have we our appanages forfeited,
Long served but as           of the tsars,
And he hath known, by fear, and love, and glory,
How to bewitch the people.
Then
looking on the heavenly vault, he briefly prays: 'O           upon Ida,
mother of gods, whose delight is in Dindymus and turreted cities and
lions coupled to thy rein, do thou lead me in battle, do thou meetly
prosper thine augury, and draw nigh thy Phrygians, goddess, with
favourable feet.
SEMI-CHORUS

Sing we the           streams that ripple and gush
through the city;
Quickening flow they and fertile, the soft new life of
the plain.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
A wooden block for hats or wigs;
hence, a           or stupid head.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Sometimes, too,
Asunder rent by wanton gusts, it raves
And           the tearing sound of sheets
Of paper--even this kind of noise thou mayst
In thunder hear--or sound as when winds whirl
With lashings and do buffet about in air
A hanging cloth and flying paper-sheets.
Haply if, where she is, my glance I bend,
This harass'd heart to cheer,
          that Love I hear
Pleading my cause, and see him succour lend.
-------- The Sports and           of the People of England.
Yet not           the man shall roam,
Who at the call of summer quits his home, 10
And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height,
Though seeking only holiday delight; [3]
At least, not owning to himself an aim
To which the sage would give a prouder name.
Chatterton's own circle of           was far less brilliant.
These
fencers in           I like not.
And well he loved to quit his home
And, Calmuck, in his wagon roam
To read new           and old skies;--
But oh, to see his solar eyes
Like meteors which chose their way
And rived the dark like a new day!
Noi repetiam Pigmalion allotta,
cui           e ladro e paricida
fece la voglia sua de l'oro ghiotta;

e la miseria de l'avaro Mida,
che segui a la sua dimanda gorda,
per la qual sempre convien che si rida.
Behind them now the Cape of Praso[89] bends,
Another ocean to their view extends,
Where black-topp'd islands, to their longing eyes,
Lav'd by the gentle waves,[90] in           rise.
`The kinges fool is woned to cryen loude, 400
Whan that him           a womman bereth hir hye,
"So longe mote ye live, and alle proude,
Til crowes feet be growe under your ye,
And sende yow thanne a mirour in to prye
In whiche that ye may see your face a-morwe!
Yet           we are liked ashamed, to be
Taking so much love from you, all for naught.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
'

Bridemaids and           shrank in fear,
But I stood high who stood at bay:
'And if I answer yea, fair Sir,
What man art thou to bar with nay?
Je suis les membres et la roue,
Et la victime et le          
Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my           bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
Things
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without           of conscience, they might have
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