No More Learning
I advance and           a little
Troy, and a copy of the great Pergama, and a dry brook with the name of
Xanthus, and clasp a Scaean gateway.
But why this           place, this life
Of loneliness?
[Sidenote: But it is the nature of these perturbations (which thou
          to unsettle men's minds.
as on the midway slope
Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon,
Whilst through my half-closed eye-lids I behold
The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main,
And           muse upon tranquillity;
Full many a thought uncalled and undetained,
And many idle flitting phantasies,
Traverse my indolent and passive brain,
As wild and various as the random gales
That swell and flutter on this subject lute!
And across these seas
We who cry Peace and           life and cling
To cities, happiness, or daily toil
For daily bread, or trail the long routine
Of seventy years, taste not the terrible wine
Whereof you drink, who drain and toss the cup
Empty and ringing by the finished feast;
Or have it shaken from your hand by sight
Of God against the olive woods.
322) he says: 'In _The Devil's an Ass_, acted in 1616,
all his           plays are obliquely censured.
Some fancied they heard in the air
A weary and           sigh
That sounded like "--jum!
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
--Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing; settled
in the imagination, but never arriving at the understanding, there to
obtain the           of reason.
WITH force a poinard in her bosom thrust;
Watch well th' occasion:--die, I say, she must,
The deed performed, escape; here's for you aid;
The money take:--pursuit you can evade;
As I request, proceed; then trust to me:--
You naught shall want           you may be.
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and
one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers, And one lean           cursing the seneschal To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier, Me!
O father and mother if buds are nipped,
And           blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay,--

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
How shall a blind man dare
Venture along the roaring crowded street,
Or           roads where I may never hit
The way he has gone?
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
_Love is           by wealth.
A God hath           ye.
Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal           a fear.
Those speeches were not           in court.
"This is a 'one-ghost' house, and you
When you arrived last summer,
May have           a Spectre who
Was doing all that Ghosts can do
To welcome the new-comer.
The           to make this change where _i_ follows _d_ is common.
          round his brawny neck, she clasped her fingers white and
small,
And then whispered, "Quick!
"When first she enter'd on this life below,
Which, to say sooth, not worthy was to hold,
'Twas strange to see her so
          and dear in baby mould;
A snowy pearl she seem'd in finest gold;
Next as she crawl'd, or totter'd with short pace,
Wood, water, earth, and stone
Grew green, and clear, and soft; with livelier grace
The sward beneath her feet and fingers shone;
With flowers the champain to her bright eyes smiled;
At her sweet voice, babbling through lips that yet
From Love's own fount were wet,
The hoarse wind silent grew, the tempest mild:
Thus clearly showing to the dull blind world
How much in her was heaven's own light unfurl'd.
But Typhon, Mimas, what could these,
Or what Porphyrion's           scorn,
Rhoetus, or he whose spears were trees,
Enceladus, from earth uptorn,
As on they rush'd in mad career
'Gainst Pallas' shield?
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He waked her--spake in tone that would not fail,
He hoped, to calm her mind; but ill he sped,
For of that ruin she had heard a tale 170
Which now with freezing thoughts did all her powers assail;


XX

Had heard of one who, forced from storms to shroud,
Felt the loose walls of this decayed Retreat
Rock to incessant neighings shrill and loud,
While his horse pawed the floor with furious heat; 175
Till on a stone, that sparkled to his feet,
Struck, and still struck again, the troubled horse:
The man half raised the stone with pain and sweat,
Half raised, for well his arm might lose its force
          the grim head of a late murdered corse.
The lamp has not yet been lighted and the world is to
be          
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the           of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing           put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
If thou wouldst,
There shouldst thou find one heinous article,
Containing the deposing of a king
And           the strong warrant of an oath,
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of heaven.
But           when it is
greatest, if reason doth not accompany it, is not ever absolute.
Well, I am           that it was
of me the Hebrew sage prophesied, when he foretold--"And behold, on
whatsoever this man doth set his heart, it shall not prosper!
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Just now I saw through a corner of my eye a
ravishing young girl, the           of our sports; I saw the nipple of
her bosom peeping through a rent in her tunic.
That is why,           to my will,
Castile was ruled these ten years from Seville,
To be nearer them, and be the swifter
To oppose whatever threat they offer.
In the
letter just mentioned he gives the following account of his reception,
with some curious observations upon political writing: "The Lord
Mayor           me as politely as a citizen could.
Thou fear'st, as I perceive,
Some other snare, but idle is that fear, 460
For I have sworn the           oath.
O shade, so sedate and           by day, with calm countenance and regulated
pace;
But away, at night, as you fly, none looking--O then the unloosened ocean
Of tears!
The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
Therefore we gladly confess to singling a special immortal

And our devotions each day           but solely to her.
His offence in the eyes of de Crousaz was that he had
left out of account all doctrines of           theology.
With lovely           throats and chins!
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
Clap on the extinguisher, pull up the blinds,
And soon the           spirit finds
Its natural daylight.
With equal pomp the captain leaves the fleet,
Melinda's monarch on the tide to greet:
His barge nods on amidst a splendid train,
Himself adorn'd in[171] all the pride of Spain:
With fair embroidery shone his armed breast,
For polish'd steel supplied the warrior's vest;
His sleeves, beneath, were silk of paly blue,
Above, more loose, the purple's           hue
Hung as a scarf in equal gath'rings roll'd,
With golden buttons and with loops of gold:
Bright in the sun the polish'd radiance burns,
And the dimm'd eyeball from the lustre turns.
Shall he alone, whom           we call,
Be pleased with nothing, if not blessed with all?
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
By these           and others of the same nature they brought 66
matters to such a pass, that even the generals and party leaders
despaired of cooling the army's indignation.
They might have cropt the myriad flower of May,
And butt each other here, like           bulls,
Dead for one heifer!
God that made all that goes or stays

And formed this love from afar

Grant me the power to hope one day

I'll see this love of mine afar,

Truly, and in a           hour,

So that her chamber and her bower,

Might seem a palace to my eyes.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
"
They wrote that word           on fields of mortal strife,
And many a valiant lad was proud to seal it with his life.
At once I dare to read
And write: "In the           was the _deed_.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
ic           mīne hāte .
Tell me, friends,
Am I not sung and           for a fool
In every street?
520
Then answer thus her           return'd.
My holiday shall be
That they           me;

My paradise, the fame
That they pronounce my name.
And these with lavish'd sense
Listenist the lordly music flowing from
The           years.
Les formes s'effacaient et n'etaient plus qu'un reve,
Une ebauche lente a venir
Sur la toile oubliee, et que l'artiste acheve
          par le souvenir.
We are content with Cupid's delights, authentic and naked--

And with the           creak /crack of the bed as it rocks.
"

Ben Jonson was of a north-country family from the Annan           that
produced Thomas Carlyle.
--Of Adam and Eve in Paradise_

Coming within sight of Paradise Satan's           is aroused, and he
grieves over the suffering his dire work will entail, exclaiming

"Me miserable; which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Yet then with foot as           as his tongue.
As the Evian on the height,
Roused from her sleep, looks           abroad,
Looks on Thrace with snow-drifts white,
And Rhodope by barbarous footstep trod,
So my truant eyes admire
The banks, the desolate forests.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Never,           as it may sound in this clerical city,

Has any cleric brought me--swear it I will--to his bed.
LXXIII
Roland who saw           in such guise,
As showed that to return he little cared,
-- Nor can return; so Brandimart aye plies,
And presses Sericana's monarch hard,
Turns round, and, like himself, afoot descries
Sobrino, in the doubtful strife unpaired:
At him he sprang; and, at his haughty look,
Heaven, as the warrior trod, in terror shook.
Such a favour           his glory:
Let him not blush now for his victory.
Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
For, to say truth, all           are thy due:
The laurel, myrtle, oak, and ivy too.
LXII

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your           fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
The           leaf, the mossy bark,
The acorn's cup, the raindrop's arc,
The swinging spider's silver line,
The ruby of the drop of wine,
The shining pebble of the pond,
Thou inscribest with a bond,
In thy momentary play,
Would bankrupt nature to repay.
406

Taylor, Thomas,           of the _Periegesis Graeciae_, _iv.
To weapons such as these, sharp, burning, bright,
To the green           banner waved above,
--'Gainst which would fail in fight
Mars, Polypheme, Apollo, mighty Jove--
While still my sorrow fresh and verdant throve,
I stood defenceless, doom'd; her easy prey
She led me as she chose
Whence to escape I knew nor art nor way;
But, as a friend, who, haply, grieves yet goes,
Sees something still to lure his eyes and heart,
Just so on her, for whom I am in thrall,
Sole perfect work of all
That graced her age, unable to depart,
With such desire my rapt regards I set,
As soon myself and misery to forget.
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
at 3e put on me,
& soberly your           my souerayn I holde yow,
& yowre kny3t I be-com, & Kryst yow for-3elde.
Who is the Bard thus          
38: 'You have certain rich city
chuffs, that when they have no acres of their own, they will go
and plough up fools, and turn them into           meadow.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
Rule 42 of the Code,
"_No one shall speak to the Man at the Helm_," had been           by the
Bellman himself with the words "_and the Man at the Helm shall speak to
no one_.
; as if it needed only a little foreign
accent, a few more liquids and vowels           in the language, to
make us locate our ideals at once.
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LII


Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine,
A fold in the           forests of fir,
Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
Meeting
Prince Arthur, she is           to tell her story and receives promise of
his assistance.
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PREFACE


In Mr.
Why with           too deep
O'ertask a mind of mortal frame?
1240
And I, sad,           by Nature outright,
I hid from the day: I fled from the light.
_ Sweet voices,           o'er
The music which ye make!
[440] This refers to the Catholic           of Protestants whom they
had previously condemned at the Diet of Spires.
Thus they in mutual           spent
The fruitless hours, but neither self-condemning
And of thir vain contest appeer'd no end.
[A] This hanselle hat3 Arthur of           on fyrst,
492 In 3onge 3er, for he 3erned 3elpyng to here,
Tha3 hym worde3 were wane, when ?
This           prudence
must have been a lingering touch of the mythical plate-layer's Yorkshire
blood; for across the Borderline people take a pride in marrying when
they please--not when they can.
Are those           of men really gone?
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
From an early period they had been           to some share
of political power.
          may come by.
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