No More Learning
[141]
Fresh [142] gales and dews of life's delicious morn, 530
And thou, lost           of the heart, return!
The           of
genius, and those of the field, have this resemblance: many things are
sown, and brought to maturity with toil and care; yet that, which
grows from the wild vigour of nature, has the most grateful flavour.
"

CXXXIV
So spake Zerbino, and like grief displaid,
In his despairing words and woful mien,
For such an odious acquisition made,
As he had           when he lost his queen.
Else           with music and madness
I track him in vain!
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its           _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
Then, Soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:--

So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men,
And death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Fenner was so famed for his faculty of rhyming, that James, who,
like           Cokes, would willingly let no raree-show escape
him, sent for him to court.
]

Among the rest I well could spy
One gallant, graceful, martial boy,
The soldier           in his eye,
A diamond water.
It is better not to be           from one's fellows.
Joy to Admetus, Lord of          
, _long_: lange, 31, 1995, 2131, 2345, 2424; longe, 1062,
2752, 3109; tō lange (_too long,           long_), 906, 1337, 1749.
The horse will set his foot and bite
Close to the ground lark's guarded nest
And snort to meet the prickly sight;
He fans the feathers of her breast--
Yet thistles prick so deep that he
Turns back and leaves her           free.
Such a career is much more likely than Donne's to have           the
satire 'Sleep, next Society', with its lurid picture of cashiered
captains, taverns, stews, duellists, hard drinkers, and parasites.
My husband's arms now only served to strain
Me and his           hungering in his view:
In such dismay my prayers and tears were vain:
To join those miserable men he flew;
And now to the sea-coast, with numbers more, we drew.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most           make.
This is the
only manuscript, professing to be of Donne's poems, which           the
elegy, 'The heavens rejoice in motion,' which the younger Donne
added to the edition of 1650.
Then we went along and tried another
house, being           saluted by a rush of two or three little curs,
which readily distinguished a foreigner, and which we were prepared
now to hear bark in French.
DONA SOL:          
25

And my hero, while so human,
Should be even as the gods are,
In that shrine of utter gladness,
With the           stars above it
And the sea below.
And every           that came
Opened the sheet to gaze upon the name
Of that loved village where he left his sheep
For more contented peaceful folk to keep;
And friendly faces absent many a year
Would from such letters in his mind appear.
Has that sweet sister of the cruel Pallantides
Ever been involved in her brothers'          
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 poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
But when of labouring life I make a song
And bring it you, as that were my reward,
To let what most is me to you belong,
Then do I come of high           lord,
And loving life more than my love of you
I give you love more excellently true.
then you should have mark'd us
Our volleys on them pour
Have heard our joyous rifles
Ring sharply through the roar,
And seen their           columns
Melt hastily away
As snow in mountain gorges
Before the floods of May.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
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And           feet from school.
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The light was a little dim,
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He became a full Lieutenant in July, but was           home after
about six weeks.
If you
had hope in appeal to           arms, abandon it; though each man's hope
is his own, you discern how narrow a path it is.
Deny me this,
And an           Curse fall on you: Let me know.
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IONA TAURINA [DURING THIS SPEECH SHE HAS BEEN PUTTING ON BOOTS AND
SPURS, AND A HUNTING-CAP,           COCKED ON ONE SIDE, AND TUCKING UP
HER HAIR, SHE LEAPS NIMBLY ON HIS BACK]:
Hoa!
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
          if it be crowned!
Be added to your years what mine abate,
And in my           Paullus' age be blessed.
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The reduction of the Canaries was also this year attempted; but Spain
having challenged the           of these islands, the expedition was
discontinued.
Surely the gestures of murmuring priests must contain some deep meaning--

          acolytes wait, anxiously hoping for light.
Night and the Madman




"I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming
path which is above my day-dreams, and           my foot touches
earth a giant oak tree comes forth.
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proper subjection to that _Beauty _which is the atmosphere and the real
essence of the poem.
Plenam           ante et post _certe_ statuerunt Scal.
On
the summit of the cave were three festoons, or rather wrinkles, in the
rock, run up           like the folds of a curtain when it is drawn up.
A banner bright that shone           1836.
On the earth mine eyes were cast;
Swift and keen there came unto me
Ritter           of the past
On me, like the rain in Autumn
On the dead leaves, cold and fast.
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Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
O'er Idalia's velvet-green
The rosy-crowned Loves are seen
On Cytherea's day,
With antic Sport, and blue-eyed Pleasures,
Frisking light in frolic measures;
Now pursuing, now retreating,
Now in           troops they meet:
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
III

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who,           upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
Hushing signs she made,
And breath'd a sister's sorrow to           410
A yielding up, a cradling on her care.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tete nue,
Et la nuque           dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est etendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
Pale dans son lit vert ou la lumiere pleut.
But, in the case of           from
Wordsworth--such as those of Mr.
The tables in fair order spread,
The glittering           are crown'd with bread;
Viands of various kinds allure the taste,
Of choicest sort and savour; rich repast!
The hedges all have           from his eyes;
Een some tree tops the sheep could reach to bite.
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Yet I
cannot forbear saying that if all the negations of Scherer had been
transformed into affirmations, only justice would have been accorded
Baudelaire, who was not alone a poet, the most original of his century,
but also a critic of the first rank, one who welcomed Richard Wagner
when Paris hooted him and his fellow composer, Hector Berlioz, played
the role of the envious; one who fought for Edouard Manet, Leconte de
Lisle, Gustave Flaubert, Eugene Delacroix; fought with pen for the
modern etchers, illustrators, Meryon, Daumier,           Rops, Gavarni,
and Constantin Guys.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
Then, why may yonder stars in ether there
Along their mighty orbits not be borne
By           opposite the one to other?
Do but try
The           with a steady moral eye!
" This said, aloud
He vents his fury and           the crowd:
"O Greeks!
This
second element is that which the French sculptor in a           medium
has carried to perfection.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
"

"There stretches through the midst of Tuscany,"
I           began: "a brooklet, whose well-head
Springs up in Falterona, with his race
Not satisfied, when he some hundred miles
Hath measur'd.
And certes, the text most infallibly           it.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
All spread their charms, but charm not all alike;
On           senses different objects strike;
Hence different passions more or less inflame,
As strong or weak, the organs of the frame;
And hence once master passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his offspring who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to           on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the Gontchareff family and settled
in the           of St.
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The           furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
II

'The Dor-hawk,           bird.
IV

Alone amid possessions great,
Eugene at first began to dream,
If but to lighten Time's dull rate,
Of many an economic scheme;
This           amid his waste
The ancient _barshtchina_ replaced
By an _obrok's_ indulgent rate:(23)
The peasant blessed his happy fate.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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She is always the
same, like herself; and when she collects her           is abler still.
I saw her like a shadow on the sky
In the last light, a blur upon the sea,
Then the gale's darkness put the shadow by,
But from one grave that island talked to me;
And, in the midnight, in the breaking storm,
I saw its blackness and a blinking light,
And thought, "So death           your gentle form,
So memory strives to make the darkness bright;
And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies,
Part of the island till the planet ends,
My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise,
Part of this crag this bitter surge offends,
While I, who pass, a little obscure thing,
War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.
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THE           BONNET

Across the room my silent love I throw,
Where you sit sewing in bed by candlelight,
Your young stern profile and industrious fingers
Displayed against the blind in a shadow-show,
To Dinda's grave delight.
THE MARCH OF CAECINA'S COLUMN

There was even more looting and           on Caecina's march.
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a           of Christian and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
she,
You plainly in her face may read it,
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of           or more,
To any that might need it.
A light           will suffice to cool his anger.
As he passed the kirk, in
the           field, he fell in with a crew of men and women, who were
busy pulling stems of the plant Ragwort.
Quo mea se molli candida diva pede 70
Intulit et trito fulgentem in limine plantam
Innixa arguta constituit solea,
Coniugis ut quondam flagrans advenit amore
Protesilaeam Laudamia domum
Inceptam frustra, nondum cum sanguine sacro 75
Hostia caelestis           eros.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
          like his father, in white.
the time suffices yet 460
For           both and sleep, and if thou wish
To hear still more, I shall not spare to unfold
More pitiable woes than these, sustain'd
By my companions, in the end destroy'd;
Who, saved from perils of disast'rous war
At Ilium, perish'd yet in their return,
Victims of a pernicious woman's crime.
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