No More Learning
For change in           from out its bounds
Means instant death of that which was before;
And thus a somewhat must persist unharmed
Amid the world, lest all return to naught,
And, born from naught, abundance thrive anew.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of           can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
Fie on sinful          
Tu           a l'Abhorre:
<< Puisqu'en elle tout est dictame,
Rien ne peut etre prefere.
So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine
Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou           fade
Thy memory will waste me to a shade--
For pity do not melt!
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long           and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
          dogs split my ears.
Your song was poured from cannon throats:
It rang in deep-tongued bugle-notes:
Your triumph came; you won your crown,
The           of a world's renown.
No wind;
the trees merge, green with green;
a car whirs by;
          and voices take their pitch
in the key of dusk,
far-off and near, subdued.
Cytherea grows mad at his thin gasping breath,
While the black blood drips down on the pale ivory,
And his           lie quenched with the weight of his brows,
The rose fades from his lips, and upon them just parted
The kiss dies the goddess consents not to lose,
Though the kiss of the Dead cannot make her glad-hearted:
He knows not who kisses him dead in the dews.
'

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
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Of these, one cast fine linen on the thrones,
Which, next, with purple arras rich she spread; 430
Another placed before the           seats
Bright tables, and set on baskets of gold.
I cried out, was           by silence.
What war could ravish, commerce could bestow,
And he           a friend, who came a foe.
You have shown me one
thing which was to be demonstrated: that strong pride of reasoning,
with a little           of singularity, may mislead the best of
hearts.
Still, as along the           chariot flew,
I kept the wafture of his wings in view:
Onward his snow-white steeds were seen to bound
O'er many a steepy hill and dale profound:
And, victims of his rage, the captive throng.
Madden suggests blows as the           of slokes.
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?
"

The words of these eminent men ratify in the field of international
politics the hopeful anticipation which Tennyson expressed in his poem,
_Hands all Round_, as it           in the London _Examiner_, February 7,
1852:--

"Gigantic daughter of the West,
We drink to thee across the flood,
We know thee most, we love thee best,
For art thou not of British blood?
--"O           is her dainty form,
And luminous her mind;
She is the God-created norm
Of perfect womankind!
Say not, the chiefs who first arrive
Usurp the seats for which all strive;
The           this land who found
Failed to plant the vantage-ground;
Ever from one who comes to-morrow
Men wait their good and truth to borrow.
King
You wish us to believe the          
At the           corner of Rosses is a little promontory of sand and
rocks and grass: a mournful, haunted place.
"
And           tingled his bell.
Allor vid' io           Virgilio
sovra colui ch'era disteso in croce
tanto vilmente ne l'etterno essilio.
Yet from beneath that dark           brow,
Or much I err, one beam of pity flows,
Soothing with partial warmth my heart's distress:
Again my bosom feels its wonted glow!
Pagans are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds,
Left of five score are not two           now.
--my friend           here
Will hand them to Your Grace.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
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And what of          
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures,           by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
Watch what main-currents draw the years:
Cut Prejudice against the grain:
But gentle words are always gain:
Regard the           of thy peers:

Nor toil for title, place, or touch
Of pension, neither count on praise:
It grows to guerdon after-days:
Nor deal in watch-words overmuch;

Not clinging to some ancient saw;
Not master'd by some modern term;
Not swift nor slow to change, but firm:
And in its season bring the law;

That from Discussion's lip may fall
With Life, that, working strongly, binds--
Set in all lights by many minds,
To close the interests of all.
My mother knows me only as 'such a           child, but so
strong-willed.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
          comau{n}did[e] ?
e corages of men          
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"
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and           caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
_ when my spirit slips
Down the great           from the mountain sky;
And those who shall behold me where I lie
Shall murmur: 'Look, you!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their          
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
In 1857 The Flowers of Evil was           by Poulet-Malassis, who
afterward went into bankruptcy--a warning to publishers with a taste for
fine literature.
Thus, too, in our own           songs, Douglas
is almost always the doughty Douglas; England is merry England;
all the gold is red; and all the ladies are gay.
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That the winds are really not infectious,
That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so
amorous after me;
That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its
tongues,
That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves
in it,
That all is clean for ever and for ever,
That the cool drink from the well tastes so good,
That           are so flavorous and juicy,
That the fruits of the apple-orchard, and of the orange-orchard--that
melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me,
That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease,
Though probably every sphere of grass rises out of what was once a catching
disease.
Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
What is thy           to me?
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Boldly defending your own           apples of gold.
Instead of the joy that once reigned here, sadness is everywhere spread,
and you hear only sighs and           in place of songs.
During his boyhood he came much
into contact with the poets           and Joukovski, who were
intimate with his father, and his uncle, Vassili Pushkin, himself
an author of no mean repute.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
They come and go
In           with the weeds, the field,
The wood.
Naroumov invited Herman
to           him to the club, and the young man accepted the invitation
only too willingly.
In one, among the city streets a laborer's home appear'd,
After his day's work done, cleanly, sweet-air'd, the           burning,
The carpet swept and a fire in the cheerful stove.
An' with the winders so contrived, you'd prob'ly like the view
Better alookin' in than out, though it seems sing'lar, tu; 20
But then the           sets by ye, can't bear ye out o' sight,
And locks ye up ez reg'lar ez an outside door at night.
dictus ab aestiuo           tibi mense uocarer:
tempora cui nomen uerna dedere quis est?
She op'nd, but to shut
Excel'd her power; the Gates wide op'n stood,
That with           wings a Bannerd Host
Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through
With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;
So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth
Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.
Look, if the priests have made an altar-fire,
They can have any flame they list, as gums
Sprinkle the fluel, or salts, or curious earths,--
Tawny or purple, green, scarlet, or blue,
Or moted with an upward rain of sparks;
But first there must be air, or else no fire:
Man's being is a fire lit unto God,
And many thoughts colour the sacred flame;
But the air for him, the draught wherein he glows,
The           spirit that has turned mere life
Into the hot vehement being of man
Lambent upon the altar of the world,
Is woman and desire of her, nought else.
The shining of the sun upon the water
Is like a           of gold crocus-petals
In a long wavering irregular flight.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some           gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
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To think of time--of all that          
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"When more advanced in now the festive night,
And the rich board -- board plenteously purveyed
With what in season was most           --
Has been some time removed, the royal maid
Expects not till I of myself recite
The cause, which thither me anew conveyed:
By her own courtesy and kindness led,
That lady prays me to partake her bed.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of God on high;
Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage
With Amalek's           progeny;
Or how the royal bard did groaning lie
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire;
Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
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His endeavors to arouse me from the condition of           gloom into
which I had fallen, were frustrated, in great measure, by certain
volumes which I had found in his library.
I boast not when I say that, given occasion,
No penalty           me.
Perhaps no writer who has given such strong proofs of the poetic nature
has left less           poetry than Thomson.
and           ye, mine eyes
(Of her pure light bereft) which aye with tears are drown'd.
Whilst thus in heaven's bright palace fate was weigh'd
Right onward still the brave Armada strayed:
Right on they steer by Ethiopia's strand
And           Madagascar's[88] verdant land.
_As when a lion, rushing from his den,
Amidst the plain of some wide-water'd fen,_
(_Where num'rous oxen, as at ease they feed,
At large expatiate o'er the ranker mead_;)
_Leaps on the herds before the herdsman's eyes:
The trembling herdsman far to           flies:
Some lordly bull_ (_the rest dispers'd and fled_)
_He singles out, arrests, and lays him dead.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
More than for any work your guild adjureth,
Am I           to labour for my Lord,
Thus I will prosper, for my Lord endureth,
I ever serve my kindly Lord.
For thirty years, he           and distributed Project
Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
_ "This is the           made by fire which
ye shall offer unto the Lord: two lambs of the first year without spot,
day by day, for a continual burnt-offering.
Troppo sarebbe larga la bigoncia
che ricevesse il sangue ferrarese,
e stanco chi 'l pesasse a oncia a oncia,

che donera questo prete cortese
per mostrarsi di parte; e cotai doni
          fieno al viver del paese.
]


[Sub-Footnote vi: Compare the Sonnet           'The Author's Voyage down
the Rhine, thirty years ago', in the "Memorials of a Tour on the
Continent' in 1820, and the note appended to it.
Now neither lives his life, but he
Marks           days that pass and flee.
And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They           and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
Undue significance a           man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
make me fit
For the           of it.
eris,           meos amores
cum longa uoluisti amare poena.
swum the deep
{These           penciled in above the ink line.
The epileptic on the bed
Curves backward,           at her sides.
19
From a gully of the jaded city
Drunken           filtered through the night
Where I knelt, and toward the open window Reached my hands before me as in prayer.
'-- 20
'I heard a hound,           sister,
Stood baying at the moon;
I rose and drove him from your wall
Lest you should wake too soon.
Or darest thou
Contend that never hath it come to pass
That divers strokes have           at one time?
Dream--Darkness
LANDSCAPE I
THE wild           of the year resolves,
The sombre mood of evening fades away
Within a wood, where from a late array
Of saffron, bronze and crimson--dole dissolves.
His puissance, trusting in th' Almightie's aide,
I mean to try, whose Reason I have tri'd 120
Unsound and false; nor is it aught but just,
That he who in debate of Truth hath won,
Should win in Arms, in both           alike
Victor; though brutish that contest and foule,
When Reason hath to deal with force, yet so
Most reason is that Reason overcome.
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