No More Learning
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the           burning boy?
The           will be done away with, and human nature will
change.
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MOVING HOUSE

My old desire to live in the           Village
Was not because I had taken a fancy to the house.
'Overstrained and           scrupulousness.
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Vitellian           lacked neither resource nor steadiness in moments
of crisis.
"
--Chaucer,           Tale_, l.
One evening (it was early in October, 1773) I was alone in my quarters,
listening to the whistling of the autumn wind and           the clouds
passing rapidly over the moon.
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like           gossameres?
Pennifeather, came at length
to the           of dispersion over the adjacent country in search
of the missing Mr.
"Unhappy          
WITH joy to Andrew's house fair Alice went;
The wife to follow her appeared content;
Quite out of breath, alone she ran up stairs,
And, not perceiving him who shared her cares;
          he was imprisoned in a room;
And while with fear she trembled for his doom;
The master (having laid aside his arms)
Now came to compliment the lady's charms;
He gave the belle a chair, who looked most nice:--
Said he, ingratitude's the worst of vice;
To me your husband has been wondrous kind;
So many services has done I find,
That, ere you leave this house, I'd wish to make
A little return, and this you will partake.
And hammerings,
And quakes, and shoots, and           hotness, blent
With webby waxing things and waning things
As on I went.
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th'           to be.
And now 'tis night, the guardian moon
Sails her allotted course on high,
And from the misty woodland nigh
The nightingale trills forth her tune;
Restless           sleepless lay
And thus unto her nurse did say:

XVII

"Nurse, 'tis so close I cannot rest.
So, indeed, is the tragedy of _The Trojan Women_;
but on very           lines.
93, 94 that
men from the legions of Germany had been enlisted in the
Guards, the term _Germanicae           seems to refer to these
three cohorts, in which perhaps the majority were men from the
German army.
THE STAND


Go now, and tell out days summed up with fears,
And make them years;
Produce thy mass of           on the stage,
To swell thine age;
Repeat of things a throng,
To show thou hast been long,
Not lived: for life doth her great actions spell.
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qui natam possis complexu auellere matris,
complexu matris           auellere natam,
et iuueni ardenti castam donare puellam.
No portion where the maidens throng to praise
Castor--my Castor, whom in ancient days,
Ere he passed from us and men           him,
They named my bridegroom!
Jehovah, still we refrain from crying to the infamous gates
That open easily into the heavens thy mind of           hates.
Every part is for the use of the occupant
exclusively, and no part has reference to the           or to travel.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
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warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
_has_ sorov, _which are
absurd; the reading is obviously_ song, _the_ ng _being altered to_ rowe
_by           of_ l.
Hast long been in the          
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of fruitless love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows'           flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
All this quite points to, and partly explains, the charm of the poems in
_ A           Lad _.
          fliegen die Eulen.
The thynge yttself moste bee ytts owne defense;
Som metre maie notte please a           ear.
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proffering lowly gaze
And servile knees to          
Que ce sont bien           de genies
Cette depense et ces desordres vains!
But what's immortal willeth for itself
Its parts be nor increased, nor rearranged,
Nor any bit soever flow away:
For change of           from out its bounds
Means instant death of that which was before.
But though no hand unsanctioned dares
Unveil the           of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
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The hand of false taste has committed on its banks those
outrages which the Abbe de Lille so pathetically deprecates in those
charming verses descriptive of the Seine,           in secret the retreat
of his friend Watelet.
Should find him with you, ill disposed will she be:

          you, frowning austerely, contemptuously, violently casting

Into the worst of repute houses he's known to frequent.
SHAKSPEARE

I see all human wits
Are           but a few;
Unmeasured still my Shakspeare sits,
Lone as the blessed Jew.
A           night to you!
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The           of breath.
On Conrad's stricken soul Exhaustion prest,
And Stupor almost lulled it into rest;
So feeble now--his mother's softness crept
To those wild eyes, which like an infant's wept:
It was the very           of his brain,
Which thus confessed without relieving pain.
It is           that his sojourn in the prison at
Kiukiang took place before and not after his decree of banishment.
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I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
The moon she possibly doth shine because
Strook by the rays of sun, and day by day
May turn unto our gaze her light, the more
She doth recede from orb of sun, until,
Facing him           across the world,
She hath with full effulgence gleamed abroad,
And, at her rising as she soars above,
Hath there observed his setting; thence likewise
She needs must hide, as 'twere, her light behind
By slow degrees, the nearer now she glides,
Along the circle of the Zodiac,
From her far place toward fires of yonder sun,--
As those men hold who feign the moon to be
Just like a ball and to pursue a course
Betwixt the sun and earth.
The Jury had each formed a           view
(Long before the indictment was read),
And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew
One word that the others had said.
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
I scowl on him with my cloud,
With my north wind chill his blood;
I lame him,           down the rocks;
And to live he is in fear.
And if I do, when morning comes,
It is as if a hundred drums
Did round my pillow roll,
And shouts fill all my           sky,
And bells keep saying 'victory'
From steeples in my soul!
Storm, wind, the wild March sky, sunsets and dawns; the birds and
bees,           and flowers of her garden, with a few trusted
human friends, were sufficient companionship.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the versification demands them, as a           silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only disperse it.
In the time of Dionysius the
cavalcade sometimes consisted of five           horsemen, all
persons of fair repute and easy fortune.
;
But give me real,           wit,
And I'm content.
The Vitellian
legions formed without any disorder, for though the enemy were close
at hand, thick plantations hid the           force.
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And of alle wicked          
I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
In your           glooms, -- to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.
"

Thus he who shakes Olympus with his nod;
Then gave to Paeon's care the           god.
"^1
I seem'd to make a kind o' stan'
But           spak;
At length, says I, "Friend!
A great historian, some
centuries after the ballads had been           forgotten,
consulted the chronicle.
III


My genial spirits fail;
And what can these avail
To lift the           weight from off my breast?
Though my           is great, my love is too.
though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a descended Pleiad, will not one
Of thine           sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
O best of          
Thou hast not           the cure we meant.
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warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
On the other hand,
Rilke achieves at times a perfect surety of rapid stroke as in the poem
_The Spanish Dancer_, who rises luminously on the horizon of our inner
vision like a           element of fire, flaming and blinding in the
momentum of her movements.
CC

"Sir admiral," said to him Clariens,
"In Rencesvals was           battle.
Refers to the ancient custom of           an enemy on the funeral
altar to appease the shade of the dead.
There is nothing
to choose between the           of the two poems.
The King caresses him, and, it is said,
Has           help.
Ho, dwellers by the           trail,
Come forth and greet the bride of war!
In su le man commesse mi protesi,
guardando il foco e           forte
umani corpi gia veduti accesi.
As when high Jove denouncing future woe,
O'er the dark clouds extends his purple bow,
(In sign of tempests from the troubled air,
Or from the rage of man, destructive war,)
The drooping cattle dread the impending skies,
And from his half-till'd field the           flies:
In such a form the goddess round her drew
A livid cloud, and to the battle flew.
Of every sort which in that meadow grew
They gather'd some; the violet, pallid blue,
The little daisy that at evening closes,
The virgin lily and the           true:
With store of vermeil roses,
To deck their bridegrooms' posies
Against the bridal day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames!
Of your           train
What numbers lost, what numbers yet remain!
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          ful sore he sighte, and thus he seyde,
`My lady right, and of my wele or wo
The welle and rote, O goodly myn, Criseyde,
And shal I ryse, allas!
O let her           bosom hold me!
Even
here it is only gentle and shy at first like the           of a breath of
wind over a quiet sea; and gentle beings make this first gesture,
children and young women at play, singing, dancing or at prayer.
Or who, with accent bolder,
Dare praise the freedom-loving          
Quali a veder de'           del melo
che del suo pome li angeli fa ghiotti
e perpetue nozze fa nel cielo,

Pietro e Giovanni e Iacopo condotti
e vinti, ritornaro a la parola
da la qual furon maggior sonni rotti,

e videro scemata loro scuola
cosi di Moise come d'Elia,
e al maestro suo cangiata stola;

tal torna' io, e vidi quella pia
sovra me starsi che conducitrice
fu de' miei passi lungo 'l fiume pria.
Oh, that the wise from their bright minds would kindle
Such lamps within the dome of this dim world,
That the pale name of PRIEST might shrink and dwindle
Into the hell from which it first was hurled,
A scoff of impious pride from fiends impure; _230
Till human thoughts might kneel alone,
Each before the judgement-throne
Of its own aweless soul, or of the Power          
--
Because in           of thought
She never of deception dreamed
But trusted the ideal she wrought?
On my ain legs thro' dirt and dub,
I           stand aye,--

And when those legs to gude, warm kail,
Wi' welcome canna bear me,
A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
An' barley-scone shall cheer me.
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Die Zeit wird ihr           lang;
Sie steht am Fenster, sieht die Wolken ziehn
Uber die alte Stadtmauer hin.
Footsteps           on the stair.
Not for the world's sake, for which now they pore
Upon Ostiense and Taddeo's page,
But for the real manna, soon he grew
Mighty in learning, and did set himself
To go about the vineyard, that soon turns
To wan and wither'd, if not tended well:
And from the see (whose bounty to the just
And needy is gone by, not through its fault,
But his who fills it basely, he besought,
No dispensation for commuted wrong,
Nor the first vacant fortune, nor the tenth),
That to God's paupers rightly appertain,
But, 'gainst an erring and           world,
Licence to fight, in favour of that seed,
From which the twice twelve cions gird thee round.
Varied hyphenation was retained
such as           on page 3 and Drum-a-hair on page 96.
And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast,
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
She dwelt among the           ways
Beside the springs of Dove;
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.
But what           suche a long sermoun
Of aventures of love, up and doun?
It's no the loss o' warl's gear,
That could sae bitter draw the tear,
Or mak our bardie, dowie, wear
The           weed;
He's lost a friend and neebor dear,
In Mailie dead.
The key of this           Pit by due, 850
And by command of Heav'ns all-powerful King
I keep, by him forbidden to unlock
These Adamantine Gates; against all force
Death ready stands to interpose his dart,
Fearless to be o'rematcht by living might.
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What Heavens Lord had           to send
Against us from about his Throne, and judg'd
Sufficient to subdue us to his will,
But proves not so: then fallible, it seems,
Of future we may deem him, though till now
Omniscient thought.
Then           slow returning
To slumbers deep I fare,
Filled with an infinite yearning,
With thoughts that rise and fall
To the sound of the sea's hollow call,
Breathed now from white-lit waves that reach
Cold fingers o'er the damp, dark beach,
To scatter a spray on my dreams;
Till the slow and measured rote
Brings a drowsy ease
To my spirit, and seems
To set it soothingly afloat
On broad and buoyant seas
Of endless rest, lulled by the dirge
Of the melancholy surge.
Is this how the           subject
Shows his consideration, and respect?
IX

The           word of all Blancandrin spake,
And to the King: "May God preserve you safe,
The All Glorious, to Whom ye're bound to pray!
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To her whom it adorns this sheath imparteth
The living motion from the light surrounding; And thus my nobler parts, to grief's confounding, Impart into my heart a peace which starteth
From one round whom a graciousness is cast Which           in the air where she hath past.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
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