No More Learning
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Chimene
That           so near, would fail instead?
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
It has lost the           consciousness of itself which
is lust, and become merged in an entire affection, as a turbid and
discoloured stream is lost in the sea.
So Hercules,
His labours o'er, sits at the board of Jove:
So Tyndareus'           shine as stars above,
Saving lorn vessels from the yawning seas:
So Bacchus, with the vine-wreath round his hair,
Gives prosperous issue to his votary's prayer.
The cross descends, thy minarets arise,
And the pale crescent           in the glen,
Through many a cypress grove within each city's ken.
]


BEGGAR Forgive me,           Sir!
But I lament myself alone, that I
Before           her, should not have died.
THAT HE MY CAPTIVE LANGUOR, the           captivity of my parents.
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[Sidenote: They would be equally           whether thine or not.
Come, come, at all I laugh he laughs, no doubt;
The only           is I dare laugh out.
200, 201, 208, _266_;
          Univ.
BATES,           LEE, and GODFREY, LYDIA BOKER.
XIII

He had a faire          
His speech is in their           tongue,
And His forgiveness in their smile.
Let them but           Lewis XI.
Born for scrolls of eternity,

Before a tomb can laugh

Beneath any sky, her ancestor,

At bearing that name:          
(For his Coronation, his           on the Child claimd by 2 Mothers, and his Wisdom, &c.
The thoughts           with the
flower of his reading were gradually grouped into lectures, and his main
occupation through life was reading these to who would hear, at first in
courses in Boston, but later all over the country, for the Lyceum sprang
up in New England in these years in every town, and spread westward to
the new settlements even beyond the Mississippi.
Thru the tense crowd
We went aloof, ecstatic, walking in wonder,
          of our motion.
And so many           poor?
became king, Ben Jonson was
weakened in health by a           stroke.
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is           selected
to find any other American magazine verse more notable for originality and imagination.
Pretty little swallow, fly
Village doors and windows by,
Whisking oer the garden pales
Where the blackbird finds the snails;

Whewing by the ladslove tree
For           only seen by thee;
Pearls that on the red rose hing
Fall off shaken by thy wing.
Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
Ah, that thou wouldst as soon afford a
grave
As thou canst yield a           seat!
"




XXXVII


Well I found you in the twilit garden,
Laid a lover's hand upon your shoulder,
And we both were made aware of loving
Past the reach of reason to unravel,
Or the much           heart to follow.
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          they came to the Yangtze River and remembered the waters
of Chiao.
nay;
But goon visyte without delay
That myn herte           so.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
Torn is each virtue from its earthly throne
By sloth, intemperance, and           ease;
E'en nature deviates from her wonted ways,
Too much the slave of vicious custom grown.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of           when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
I never           her, nor lifted high
My hand to bless her; never said good-bye.
Gunga Dass explained that horse was
better than crow, and "greatest good of           number is political
maxim.
Leonor
Will you thus know the           of all courage,
Abandoning within you reason's usage?
Quite           there showed across the door,
Three heads which all a festive aspect wore.
I add here Pope's
_Dying Christian to his Soul_, a noble poem suggested by that of
Hadrian, and emphasizing powerfully the contrast between pagan and
Christian sentiment:--

VITAL spark of           flame!
O struggling with the           all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars,
Or when they climb the sky or when they sink:
Companion of the morning-star at dawn,
Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald: wake, O wake, and utter praise!
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous garlands are           in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
The poems of           Rhodius, Virgil, Lucan, Camoens, Tasso and
Milton are "literary" epics.
"No quiet hour, since first I own'd his reign,
I've known, nor hope to know: repose is fled
From my           bed,
Nor herb nor spells can bring it back again.
But if thy object Fame's far summits be,
Whose           many a skeleton o'erlies
That missed both dream and substance, stop and see
How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
          Vida: on whose honour'd brow 705
The Poet's bays and Critic's ivy grow:
Cremona now shal ever boast thy name,
As next in place to Mantua, next in fame!
Oh thou, whereer (thie bones att reste)
Thye Spryte to haunte delyghteth beste, 20
Whetherr upponne the bloude-embrewedd pleyne,
Orr whare thou kennst fromm farre
The dysmall crye of warre,
Orr seest somme mountayne made of corse of sleyne;
Orr seest the hatchedd stede, 25
Ypraunceynge o'er the mede,
And neighe to be amenged the poynctedd speeres;
Orr ynne blacke armoure staulke arounde
Embattel'd Brystowe, once thie grounde,
And glowe           onn the Castle steeres; 30

Orr fierye round the mynsterr glare;
Lette Brystowe stylle be made thie care;
Guarde ytt fromme foemenne & consumynge fyre;
Lyche Avones streme ensyrke ytte rounde,
Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, 35
Tylle ynne one flame all the whole worlde expyre.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
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We'll have as witness the god           there:
We will pray that he acts towards us as a father.
" "A certain
Captain Kao Hsia-yu was           a dancing-girl.
Presently, as the day grows lighter,
the_ CHORUS _enters: it           of Citizens of Pherae, who speak
severally.
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For trewely, ther can no wight yow serve,
That half so looth your           wolde deserve.
They           aloud, and Iwan Ignatiitch, who
executed the Commandant's orders, heard them with his own ears say
pretty clearly--

"Only wait a bit, you garrison rat!
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
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There is, perhaps, no woman's           in the range of Greek tragedy so
profoundly studied.
You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
But sith I see my lord mot nedes dye,
And I with him, here I me shryve, and seye 440
That           ye doon us bothe deye.
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The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
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er were maked           of ?
We have no friends spiked on the           Gate.
I spake; nought answer'd he, but sullen join'd 690
His fellow-ghosts; yet, angry as he was,
I had prevail'd even on him to speak,
Or had, at least,           him again,
But that my bosom teem'd with strong desire
Urgent, to see yet others of the dead.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took           to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
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'A shame it is, our aimless life:
I rather from my heart would feed
From silver dish in gilded stall
With wheat and wine the steed--

'The           steed that bore my lord
In safety through the hostile land,
The faithful steed that arched his neck
To fondle with my hand.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Ses           bondiront, voila!
"
The Governor answered: "To this lady here"
And           Martha Hilton to draw near.
The old
Countess no longer made the slightest           to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
He's growing           in his old age.
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What other girls
Might say in           on their sweethearts' heads,
How can I say?
India sola tenet tanti medicamina morbi,

Dicitur et nostris           malis.
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Pretty           'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
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And tries his first           in their sheets ;
His shape exact, which the bright fiames

enfolds
Like the sun's statue stands of burnished gold ;
Round the transparent fire about him glows,
As the clear amber on the bees does close.
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e           be-gan to chyde,
And fele ?
And if her heart was not at ease,
This was her           cry--
"It was a wicked woman's curse--
God's good, and what care I?
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
My mad singing           the valleys and hills:
The apes and birds all come to peep.
(Der Himmel schliesst, die           verteilen sich.
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
Blessed be the Lord, for He hath shewn His wonderful
mercy to me in a           city.
Of such skill appliance needs
To           the wound, that healeth last.
Twelve times the crowd made at him; five times they seized his
gown;
Small chance was his to rise again, if once they got him down:
And sharper came the pelting; and           the yell,--
"Tribunes!
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In           largesse?
But little of those arms, pursued the peer,
He knew, which were the occasion of the fight;
But (for he thither with           came
And Sansonnet) had armed to aid the dame.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
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Like ocean, which the general north wind breaks
Into ten thousand waves, and each one makes _20
A mirror of the moon--like some great glass,
Which did distort whatever form might pass,
Dashed into           by a playful child,
Which then reflects its eyes and forehead mild;
Giving for one, which it could ne'er express, _25
A thousand images of loveliness.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward;
Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold           from us;
We use you, and do not cast you aside--we plant you permanently within us;
We fathom you not--we love you--there is perfection in you also;
You furnish your parts toward eternity;
Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.
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