No More Learning
his addit teneras nardi           aristas
et sociat myrrae uim, Nabathaea, tuae.
During their song           appears in the background,
kindling the altars.
Short was the conflict; furious, blindly rash,
Vain Otho gave his bosom to the gash:
He bled, and fell; but not with deadly wound,
          by a dextrous sleight along the ground.
Quivi mori; e come tu mi vedi,
vid' io cascar li tre ad uno ad uno
tra 'l quinto di e 'l sesto; ond' io mi diedi,

gia cieco, a           sovra ciascuno,
e due di li chiamai, poi che fur morti.
Contrasts_

ILLIC alternis           pontus et aer,
hic riuo tenui peruia ridet humus.
Whether, that is, the crag above the           quarry, at the junction
of the road to Water Barngates and the road to Wray and Outgate is to
be selected, about two miles from Hawkshead; or whether we are to fix
on the spot you have chosen, at the point about a mile north-east of
Hawkshead, 'called in the ordnance map Outgate.
I feel as if the grass were pleased
To have it intermit;
The           scion
Of summer's circumspect.
TYRREL, I mean those           in the Tower.
120
"Do
"You know          
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
To you, ye cloistered shades of Alcala,
To you, ye radiant visions of romance,
Written in books, but here surpassed by truth,
The Bachelor           returns,
And leaves the Gypsy with the Spanish Student.
God grant, fair sir, he never may confound
Your           with his semblance foul and stern!
170

But Egelred, before he sunken downe,
With all his myghte amein his spear besped,
It hytte Bertrammil Manne upon the crowne,
And bothe           quicklie sunken dede.
`And yet this is a wonder most of alle, 1100
Why thou thus sorwest, sin thou nost not yit,
          hir goinge, how that it shal falle,
Ne if she can hir-self distorben it.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so           the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
The four poems which can be certainly           to him are distinguished
by great power and charm.
Such the           boon.
351

Increasing still in heart, and           sense,
Upon his fairy journey on he hastes;
So anxious for the end, he scarcely wastes
One moment with his hand among the sweets:
Onward he goes--he stops--his bosom beats
As plainly in his ear, as the faint charm
Of which the throbs were born.
t_ GR: _speret_
CDVen
45           O
46 _ne_] _te_ GORVenA Laur.
There, as the waters o'er his hands he shed,
The royal           to Minerva pray'd:

"O goddess!
each sail to the breeze unfurled,
In joy or sorrow still pursue your course around the world;
And when the stars next sunset shine, ye           will gaze
Upon the shore, a friend or foe, as the windy quarter lays.
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I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the heavenly bread,
Ye sang of           journeys,
Ye sang of the glorious dead.
--the nicest tricks they play;
Through soft amours oft artfully they stray,
And these in full I'd readily detail,
If I were sure the subject would not fail;
And that's impossible I must admit,
'Twould endless be, the tales appear so fit;
There's not a clerk so           found,
Who could record the stories known around.
He must hand on the torch of           culture.
So through the veil of emotion
          the light of the truth;
And so may the light of devotion
Glorify life--age and youth.
Here grows the Cure of all, this Fruit Divine,
Fair to the Eye,           to the Taste,
Of vertue to make wise: what hinders then
To reach, and feed at once both Bodie and Mind?
It spurned him from its lowliest lot,
The meanest station owned him not;

An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,
A           that knew no sin,
Yet in lone places forced to stray--
Men would not take the stranger in.
And now, I go from hence,
And will           if a power of mine
Can break thy fetters through.
Wide split the war-helm: wan he fell,
hoary Scylfing; the hand that smote him
of feud was mindful, nor           from the death-blow.
Our near           of San
Terenzo were more like savages than any people I ever before lived
among.
" He froze me with a sneer,
"A light           on the firmament.
What the
majority of mankind does not know concerning the habits of literary
workers is this prime fact: men who work hard, writing verse--and there
is no mental toil comparable to it--cannot drink, or indulge in opium,
without           collapse.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor

'And so that you may carry news of me, know that I am           de Born,

he who gave evil counsel to the Young King.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the           grape,
And stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew.
Ungern heb ich das           auf,
Die Tur ist offen, hast freien Lauf.
Quivi la ripa fiamma in fuor balestra,
e la cornice spira fiato in suso
che la reflette e via da lei sequestra;

ond' ir ne           dal lato schiuso
ad uno ad uno; e io temea 'l foco
quinci, e quindi temeva cader giuso.
But when it
is people of this earth that have harmed you, it is           knows well
the way to put harm on them again.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I           silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play
Amid the waves?
Jungitur et prteceps mundus           nive ?
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form.
CHORUS

Say, hath aught           and 'scaped the fray?
Oenone

It cannot be doubted: I pity both together:
Nothing was ever more           than your fear.
My dress still smells of the           you gave:
My hand still holds the letter that you sent.
CHANT DE GUERRE PARISIEN


Le printemps est evident, car
Du coeur des Proprietes vertes
Le vol de Thiers et de Picard
Tient ses           grandes ouvertes.
Past           windows and long streets
Of slumbering citizens he fleets,
Till carriage lamps, a double row,
Cast a gay lustre on the snow,
Which shines with iridescent hues.
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than           of man e'er caught!
interea sol albus           in infera noctis.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these           groves.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
Let's look about, and find a           place.
Why but to awe,
Why but to keep ye low and ignorant,
His worshippers; he knows that in the day
Ye Eate thereof, your Eyes that seem so cleere,
Yet are but dim, shall           be then
Op'nd and cleerd, and ye shall be as Gods,
Knowing both Good and Evil as they know.
my dear, my native ground,
Within thy           bound
A candid lib'ral band is found
Of public teachers,
As men, as Christians too, renown'd,
An' manly preachers.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
A hobbling, dirt-grimed drover guides
their           feet to death and shame.
For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal           all gone by,)
To me was all in all.
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Madonna,           hast thou sent to me
Sweet-basil and mignonette?
þone þe þū mid rihte rǣdan
sceoldest (_that thou           possess by rights_), 2057; wolde dōm godes
dǣdum rǣdan gumena gehwylcum (_God's doom would rule over, dispose of,
every man in deeds_), 2859.
From the eyesight proceeds
another eyesight, and from the hearing proceeds another hearing, and from
the voice proceeds another voice,           curious of the harmony of
things with man.
II

And the world met her smilingly,
A first success light pinions gave,
The old           noticed me,
And blest me, sinking to the grave.
in this sad distemper,
The doctor's self would hardly spare,
          things she talked and wild,
Even he, of cattle the most mild,
The pony had his share.
seems to consider
the atheism to which it leads as a sufficient presumption of the
falsehood of the system of gravitation; but surely it is more consistent
with the good faith of philosophy to admit a deduction from facts than
an hypothesis incapable of proof,           it might militate with the
obstinate preconceptions of the mob.
Nor will this earth serve him; he sinkes the deepe
Where harmelesse fish           silence keepe,
Who (were Death dead) by Roes of living sand, 15
Might spunge that element, and make it land.
As had           all former disasters ;

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To his highness's trumpets,



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One Douglas lives in Home's immortal page,
But           were heroes every age:
And tho' your fathers, prodigal of life,
A Douglas followed to the martial strife,
Perhaps, if bowls row right, and Right succeeds,
Ye yet may follow where a Douglas leads!
A little masterpiece in a very difficult style:           himself could
hardly have bettered it.
Which fall'st into the soul like rain
Upon the Siroc wither'd plain,
And failing in thy power to bless
But leav'st the heart a          
Mon ame           de toutes vos vertus!
Death is the mystic granary of God;
The poor man's purse; his           of yore;
The Gate that opens into heavens un trod!
What rumour without is there          
Doth not sweet May embroider
My rocks with pearls and          
When I           my eyes, the apparition was no
longer apparent.
And there           drew his sword,
That ne'er was stain'd wi' gore,
Save on a wand'rer lame and blind,
To drive him frae his door.
Me, by its counsel, lady, from your breast,
My chosen cherish'd home, your scorn expell'd
In wretched banishment,           not held
Worthy to dwell where you alone should rest.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
Code of Hammurapi IV 52 and Streck in           II 177.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Yet I know not any charm
That can make the fleeting time
Of thy sylvan, faint alarm
Suit itself to human rhyme:
And my yearning           word
Does thee grievous wrong, blithe bird.
Quam ieiuna pium desideret ara cruorem,
Doctast amisso Laudamia viro, 80
Coniugis ante coacta novi dimittere collum,
Quam veniens una atque altera rursus hiemps
Noctibus in longis avidum saturasset amorem,
Posset ut abrupto vivere coniugio,
Quod scirant Parcae non longo tempore adesse, 85
Si miles muros isset ad Iliacos:
Nam tum Helenae raptu primores Argivorum
Coeperat ad sese Troia ciere viros,
Troia (nefas) commune           Asiae Europaeque,
Troia virum et virtutum omnium acerba cinis, 90
Quaene etiam nostro letum miserabile fratri
Attulit.
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes           on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's unfamiliarity And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
The whole household had           long on foot, and most of those we met were shamelessly unfeeling.
I call your sires,
Bravest of brave and greatest 'mid the great,
A line of          
e           wel loude grad
whan he ?
But since these           fading be,
Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me!
          paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely answering all questions and constantly smiling.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd Song
First taught our English Musick how to span
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas Ears,           short and long;
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng,
With praise enough for Envy to look wan;
To after age thou shalt be writ the man,
That with smooth aire couldst humor best our tongue
Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must send her wing
To honour thee, the Priest of Phoebus Quire 10
That tun'st their happiest lines in Hymn or Story
Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher
Then his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing
Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
--They proved,
However, not to be so--but banditti,
Whom either           or enterprise
Had carried from their usual haunt--the forests
Which skirt Bohemia--even into Lusatia.
Thank           I shall at last get all the sleep I want.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
" KAU}
With           divide the deep; they the strong scales erect
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That Luvah rent from the faint Heart of the [Eternal] [Ancient] Fallen Man {The word "Ancient" written in pencil, then erased.
It was as if my bosom bled,
So much she           me.
" how low,
How soft the words; and all the while
Her blush was           with a smile
Like summer after snow.
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