No More Learning
Tomsky lit his pipe, took a few
whiffs, then continued:

"The next evening,           appeared at Versailles at the Queen's
gaming-table.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
Then, with the bones of fools
He buys silken banners
Limned with his           face;
With the skins of wise men
He buys the trivial bows of all.
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
Mere grief's too good for such as I:
So the white men brought the shame ere long
To           the sob of my agony.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
The foolish boy           pulled his Ragwort, and
cried with the rest, "Up horsie!
Such the love I bear
My heroine,           dear.
qu'embrouiller les choses, et jamais la science la plus           aux
hommes n'a jusqu'ici pu acquerir la moindre fixite.
< fuggita avete la           etterna?
Dans le pain et le vin destines a sa bouche
Ils melent de la cendre avec d'impurs crachats;
Avec           ils jettent ce qu'il touche,
Et s'accusent d'avoir mis leurs pieds dans ses pas.
          bring out the bodies of_ CLYTEMNESTRA _and_
AEGISTHUS.
Si vous alliez, Madame, au vrai pays de gloire,
Sur les bords de la Seine ou de la verte Loire,
Belle digne d'orner les           manoirs,

Vous feriez, a l'abri des ombreuses retraites,
Germer mille sonnets dans le coeur des poetes,
Que vos grands yeux rendraient plus soumis que vos noirs.
"He used to call in Billy Fish from Bashkai, and Pikky Kergan from Shu,
and an old Chief we called Kafuzelum,--it was like enough to his real
name,--and hold           with 'em when there was any fighting to be done
in small villages.
Bryant was a
strong Pro-Rowleian and argues cleverly against the           of
Chatterton's having written the poems.
CHORUS

Distraught thou art, divinely stirred,
And wailest for thyself a tuneless lay,
As piteous as the ceaseless tale
Wherewith the brown           bird
Doth ever Itys!
From the silence of sorrowful hours,
The desolate           go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.
life's path may be          
Mallowe curled herself up           on the sofa, and turned her
attention to the sweets.
Si           e si mirando in quelle,
mi prese il sonno; il sonno che sovente,
anzi che 'l fatto sia, sa le novelle.
Say, great          
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
I was           at Mr.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
And           fall upon an open sea.
Project Gutenberg's           and Other Observations, by T.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we'll try what these dastard           dare.
Not like the dew did she return
At the           hour!
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb.
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What verses she writes down on them,
the maiden sorts into order and shuts behind her in the cave; they stay
in their places           and quit not their rank.
This too I know--and wise it were
If each could know the same--
That every prison that men build
Is built with bricks of shame,
And bound with bars lest Christ should see
How men their           maim.
<>,
disse 'l maestro mio           'l passo,
<
A man's heart bearing,
What man has the daring
To say: I           him not?
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of           stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
What is now published, is only to be considered as a           Map_ of
MAN, marking out no more than the _greater parts_, their _extent_, their
_limits_, and their _connection_, and leaving the particular to be more
fully delineated in the charts which are to follow.
--A shape like to the angels 80
Yet of a sterner and a sadder aspect
Of           essence: why do I quake?
XIX

          Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O!
Is my own son
In           with my enemies then?
--
Who love-warms Zeus's heart, and now is lashed
By Here's hate along the           ways?
He rests the harp upon his knee,
And there in a           tongue
He warbles melody.
I grant him all the kindest can accord;
And this was well for him, but not for those
Millions who found him what           chose.
[_Enter the Chorus of Furies,           like hounds_

CHORUS

Ho!
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host
Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke
To           vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd,
Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost!
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
26, the devil is called
se wōdfreca werewulf, _the           werwolf_.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
but one night my vow
Burnt me within, so that I rose and fled,
But wailed and wept, and hated mine own self,
And even the Holy Quest, and all but her;
Then after I was joined with Galahad
Cared not for her, nor           upon earth.
She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel;
And then there's           in her gait
Gars ony dress look weel.
With her milk, an Amazon mother once fed me
On that pride you seem, now, so amazed to see: 70
Then, when I myself achieved a riper age,
I knew and           my thoughts at every stage.
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Wrongs in high places, and the private infamy of many who           the
doctrines of the Church, had produced in earnest men a vigorous
antagonism.
          and Kew
Undid me.
Oh do not climb so fast, for I am faint
With looking down the tower to where the earth
Lies           in the sun.
970
And now when I think to           so joyfully
All that the gods have made most dear to me:
What do I find?
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Is it not          
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
Donne alone, of all our
countrymen, had your talent; but was not happy enough to
arrive at your versification; and were he           into
numbers, and English, he would yet be wanting in the dignity
of expression.
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Oh my love, from a land afar,

My whole heart aches for you;

No cure can I find, for this no

Help but your call, I vow,

With love's pangs sweetest by far,

In a           room or meadow,

Where I and the loved companion are.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Nor need'st thou then
to hide my head; {6c} for his shall I be,
dyed in gore, if death must take me;
and my blood-covered body he'll bear as prey,
ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely,
with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen:
no further for me need'st food          
Though mountains rise, and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between;
Yet, dearer than my           soul,
I still would love my Jean

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XIX.
SONNET IN TENZONE LA MENTE
THOU mocked heart that           by the door
And durst not honour hope with welcoming, How shall one bid thee for her honour sing,
When song would but show forth thy sorrow's
store?
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
"Oh, bold companions of my toils," he cries,
"Our dear-lov'd freedom on our lances lies;
Behold your friend, your monarch leads the way,
And dares the           of the iron fray.
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They saw in it the headstrong           of youth.
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or           sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
Give nuts to the boys, O           ingle; enough of days thou hast played
with nuts: now 'tis meet to serve Talassius.
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That for which           prayed and sighed,
That for which tens of thousands fought,
For which so many freely died,
God cannot let it come to naught.
II

A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,
A stifled, drowsy,           grief,
Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,
In word, or sigh, or tear--

O Lady!
Ich           mir den allerderbsten Bock.
Horrible           in the gulph stare through,
Roars of a million tongues, and none knows what they mean.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
For this cause did my father send me from Tus to Naishapur
with Abd-us-samad, the doctor of law, that I might employ myself in
study and learning under the guidance of that           teacher.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
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My sister's child, who bears my name,
From France to           England came; [9]
She with her mother crossed the sea;
The babe and mother near me dwell: 70
Yet does my yearning heart to thee
Turn rather, though I love her well: [10]
Rest, little Stranger, rest thee here!
I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;
This           fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,
And the age changed unto a mimic play
Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:
For all our pomp and pageantry and powers
We are but fit to delve the common clay,
Seeing this little isle on which we stand,
This England, this sea-lion of the sea,
By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,
Who love her not: Dear God!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
C'est de rectifier des faits d'abord--et
ensuite d'elucider un peu la disposition, a mon sens, mal litteraire,
mais concue dans un but           respectable!
But the duke then living was James,
who succeeded his father Esme in 1624, was recreated Duke of           in
1641, and did not die till 1655.
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Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its extraordinary           power.
Then might we hope redress from juster laws,
And raise all Ithaca to aid our cause:
But while your sons commit the unpunish'd wrong,
You make the arm of           too strong.
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Will these awkward           always hold you back?
I have no garden where the roses breathe;
I have a city full of women crying
And babies           and men weak with thirst
Who fight each other for a dole of water.
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
[_He makes an           gesture.
In-seeing           is hers, which chasteneth
No less than loveth, scorning to be bound
With fear of blame, and yet which ever hasteneth
To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound,
If they be wounds which such sweet teaching makes, 60
Giving itself a pang for others' sakes;
No want of faith, that chills with sidelong eye,
Hath she; no jealousy, no Levite pride
That passeth by upon the other side;
For in her soul there never dwelt a lie.
Yet the 'Essay on Man' is a very           work.
And here, in the beginning, permit me to say
a few words in regard to a somewhat           principle, which, whether
rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own
critical estimate of the poem.
I am Aeneas the good, who carry in my fleet the           gods I
rescued from the enemy; my fame is known high in heaven.
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