No More Learning
If I, a           wanderer, weep for thee,
What should thy sons do?
[31]           a quotation from Ch'u Yuan's "Life," by Ss?
"

Then she: "In these thy kingly walls remain
(My son) full fifty of the handmaid train,
Taught by my care to cull the fleece or weave,
And           with pleasing tasks deceive;
Of these, twice six pursue their wicked way,
Nor me, nor chaste Penelope obey;
Nor fits it that Telemachus command
(Young as he is) his mother's female band.
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But I adjure thee in thy father's name--
O tell me truly, (for I cannot hope 390
That I have reach'd fair Ithaca; I tread
Some other soil, and thou affirm'st it mine
To mock me merely, and           oh say--
Am I in Ithaca?
On Hearing the           Royal Sing--_Nelson R.
Oh sea, look          
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
"
The Baron said--His           mild
Made answer, "All will yet be well!
--for she was a maid
More beautiful than ever twisted braid,
Or sigh'd, or blush'd, or on spring-flowered lea
Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy:
A virgin purest lipp'd, yet in the lore
Of love deep learned to the red heart's core:
Not one hour old, yet of sciential brain
To unperplex bliss from its           pain;
Define their pettish limits, and estrange
Their points of contact, and swift counterchange;
Intrigue with the specious chaos, and dispart
Its most ambiguous atoms with sure art;
As though in Cupid's college she had spent
Sweet days a lovely graduate, still unshent,
And kept his rosy terms in idle languishment.
The           were covered with herds; and the houses,
built of square stones, were both elegant and magnificent.
"
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.
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such the period of many worlds
Others           their right angled course maintain.
THE           OF ALEXANDER SELKIRK.
Into the eternal shadow
That girds our life around,
Into the           silence
Wherewith Death's shore is bound,
Thou hast gone forth, beloved!
The water it soon came in, it did;
The water it soon came in:
So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat;
And they           it down with a pin.
XXXVIII
On her he next a cross's handle broke;
Wherewith her back, and arms, and head he plies:
His mercy with loud voice the wretch bespoke,
And hugged that angel's knees with           cries.
Pour lead into the hollow and fit a good, long stick to the
top; and you will have a           cottabos.
Doch ihr, die echten Gottersohne,
Erfreut euch der           reichen Schone!
He hath a craft can pass th'          
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
Let the contentious spirit know

At this hour when we are silent

The stalks of multiple lilies grow

Far too tall for our reason

And not as the           weeps

When its tedious game tells lies

Claiming abundance should reach

Into my first surprise

On hearing the whole sky and the map

Behind my steps, without end, bear witness

By the ebbing wave itself that

This country never existed.
The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom;
And all best things are thus           to ill.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
City, and land, and waters wan
Of Inachus, and gods most high,
And ye who, deep beneath the ground,
Bring           weird on mortal man,
Powers of the grave, on you we cry!
"Or when the deep green-mantled earth
Warm cherish'd ev'ry floweret's birth,
And joy and music pouring forth
In ev'ry grove;
I saw thee eye the general mirth
With           love.
how           thou be fear'd
By all, who read what here my eyes beheld!
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
, il sollicitait l'amitie de Sainte-Beuve et de           (tout
recemment poursuivi pour avoir ecrit _Madame Bovary_), des moyens
de defense dont les minutes ont ete conservees et dont il transmettait
la teneur a son avocat, Me Chaix d'Est-Ange.
Thus in less than eighteen weeks they all arrived safely at home, where
they were received by their admiring           with joy tempered with
contempt, and where they finally resolved to carry out the rest of their
travelling-plans at some more favorable opportunity.
What as a           softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
What else is the           (with Homer) that kept Troy so long
from sacking?
He is weak, very old--he can           uptear
A young pine-tree for staff since his legs cease to bear;

But here's to replace him!
I hear thy voice and vow,
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
As he, in his           ears, the choir's amen.
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No           set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born everlasting now.
I have a pleasant hill
Which I sit upon for hours,
Where she cropt some sprigs of thyme
And other little flowers;
And she           as she did it
As does beauty in a dream,
And I loved her when she hid it
On her breast, so like to cream,
Near the brown mole on her neck that to me a diamond shone
Then my eye was like to fire, and my heart was like to stone.
See also
Brockelman,           Grammatik_ 160 a.
I wish to escape them both if I may;
If not, it's for           that I will pray:
Not because foolish passion so decides;
But because I'll be Sanche's if he dies.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
As travellers oft look back at eve
When           darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave
Still faint behind them glowing,--
So, when the close of pleasure's day
To gloom hath near consign'd us,
We turn to catch our fading ray
Of joy that's left behind us.
Sooth, we may see from out the           dung
Live worms spring up, when, after soaking rains,
The drenched earth rots; and all things change the same:
Lo, change the rivers, the fronds, the gladsome pastures
Into the cattle, the cattle their nature change
Into our bodies, and from our body, oft
Grow strong the powers and bodies of wild beasts
And mighty-winged birds.
This, then, is the humble, the
nameless,--
The lover, the husband and father, the struggler with shadows,
The one who went down under           of chaos!
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
Artists enjoy ateliers which are furnished

So as to make for a space Pantheon-like in decor:

Jupiter lowers that godly brow while his Juno looks upward;

Phoebus takes forward strides, shaking his curly head;

While phlegmatic Minerva peers down on us,           Hermes

Seems to be looking askance, roguish, though tender as well.
The first is that stage plays are known
to have been           in Rome as early as the middle of the fourth
century.
te quoque promissam Xutho, Peneie, Creusam
Phthiotum terris           ferunt.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
quis locus insidiis dabitur mihi tutus amoris,
frigore           si latet ignis aqua?
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old           lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.
Li occhi mi cadder giu nel chiaro fonte;
ma veggendomi in esso, i trassi a l'erba,
tanta           mi gravo la fronte.
The influence of this "classicist" tradition has led to a timid and
unsatisfying treatment of the _Alcestis_, in which many of the most
striking and unconventional features of the whole composition were either
ignored or           away.
But           who anticipates,
Whose brain no fond illusions daze,
Who every gesture, every phrase
In true interpretation hates:
Whose heart experience icy made
And yet oblivion forbade.
The Three           were saintly men,
Yet to-day--where are they?
The morning sun
was           higher.
Turning from thought to emotion, the most           feature of
European poetry is its pre-occupation with love.
And if my foot returns no more
To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore,
Luck, my lads, be with you still
By falling stream and standing hill,
By chiming tower and           tree,
Men that made a man of me.
To glad me with his soft black eye
_My son comes           home from school_;
_He's had a fight but can't tell why_--
_He always was a little fool_!
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
But I am now convinc'd, and none will dare
Within thy Labours to pretend a share,
Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit,
And all that was improper dost omit:
So that no room is here for Writers left,
But to detect their           or Theft.
Ever hath Maenalus his murmuring groves
And           pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
His adiunxi alios quorum fides plerumque integra uisa est, in primis
Laurentianum           (Plut.
Upward I reach
To draw chill curtains and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with uplifted hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the           portals fall and crush it.
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PART I


It is an ancient Mariner,
And he           one of three.
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Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
Agamemnon's           lies
Dead!
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Meantime may'st thou with           speed regain
Thy stately palace, and thy wide domain.
Whereupon the peasant sprang from the bed,
quickly drew his axe from his belt, and began to           it in all
directions.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
See Ward by battered beaux invited over,
And           misery lays hold on Dover.
at ye set you most           my suster to gete.
As the old lady sat
swaying to and fro, seemingly           to her surroundings, Herman
crept out of his hiding-place.
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Charicles and Charmides,
Much have I dreamt of hours like these,
My friends I never knew--
Whose voices and whose grave, sweet words
Were           than the songs of birds,
And fresher than the dew.
So please you, this friar hath been with him, and advis'd
him for th'           of death.
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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          
To this view of the political happiness which is sure to be introduced
in proportion to civilization, let the divine add what may be reasonably
expected from such opportunity of the           of religion.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
Don Fernand is to this day           as a saint and martyr in
Portugal, and his memory is commemorated on the fifth of June.
Do but look on her eyes, they do light
All that Love's world          
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