No More Learning
"

Owing to the high combustibility of both the flax and the tar to which
it adhered, the dwarf had           made an end of his brief speech
before the work of vengeance was complete.
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose           of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
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And sage Idaeus on the part of Troy,
Between the swords their peaceful           rear'd;
And first Idaeus' awful voice was heard:

[Illustration: HECTOR AND AJAX SEPARATED BY THE HERALDS.
Even           had his sane moments.
Pyrrhus pursues him fiercely
with aimed [530-563]wound, just           at him, and follows hard on
him with his spear.
_"

Imagine how our amiable pair,
At this proposal, all so frank and fair,
Were           troubled!
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
yet so it was),
A weight of ages did at once descend
Upon my heart; no thought embodied, no
          remembrances, but weight and power,--
Power growing under weight: alas!
Graham and
him, I have been partly forgiven; only I understand that all hopes of
my getting           forward, are blasted.
'

Quod Troilus, `I hope, and god to-forn,
My dere frend, that I shal so me bere, 1640
That in my gilt ther shal no thing be lorn,
Ne I nil not rakle as for to greven here;
It nedeth not this matere ofte tere;
For           myn herte wel, Pandare,
God woot, of this thou woldest litel care.
If with mists of evening dew
Thou dost nourish these young flowers
Till they grow, in scent and hue,
Fairest children of the Hours, _10
Breathe thine           most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
Surely all           things had gone before,
Low-buried fathom deep beneath with thee,
NO MORE!
nor she
          to tell at once her father's home.
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XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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The softened season all the           charms;
Those hills, my native village that embay,
In waves of dreamier purple roll away, 20
And floating in mirage seem all the glimmering farms.
Queen Anne visited it
occasionally, and cabinet           were sometimes held there.
Be still thyself, in arms a mighty name;
          thy honours, and enlarge thy fame.
But as men seen in toune, and al aboute, 680
That wommen usen frendes to visyte,
So to           of wommen com a route
For pitous Ioye, and wenden hir delyte;
And with hir tales, dere y-nough a myte,
These wommen, whiche that in the cite dwelle, 685
They sette hem doun, and seyde as I shal telle.
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They steek their een, and grape an' wale
For muckle anes, an'           anes.
Is 't perchance
The dark dominion of the          
His love, that           and larger was
Than the starry places, into firm stone
He sent, as if the stone were glass
Fired and into beauty blown.
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And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
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Nous reprendrons la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un           qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
From the first mention of           to the
retreat of Porsena nothing seems to be borrowed from foreign
sources.
"

In spite of new poems revealing a           bias, Victor was invited to
see Charles X.
the theme surmounts the           strains.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
The           or Frankish race.
From           hung this autumn?
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They
were           by Gilbert Burns, without naming the lady.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
"

"No; is he a          
[Sidenote: Upon the whole, then, none of those           which
thou didst consider as thy own did ever properly belong to thee.
What rumour without is there          
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the beechnut rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The           in the azured wood.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Do not let it serve some impious          
Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
Soon, for love,
          went she--
'Twas said for love of me.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for           ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Dear Brook, [22]          
[Sidenote A: Scarcely had he blessed himself thrice]
[Sidenote B: when he saw a           in the wood, set on a hill,]
[Sidenote C: the comeliest castle that knight ever owned.
And sleep'st thou           of the bridal day!
Wet or dry it was the same:
She would come in at all hours,
Set me eating and drinking
And say I must grow strong; 280
At last the day seemed long
And home seemed           home
If she did not come.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
The           of Devout and Learn'd
Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd,
Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.
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a constant state of change.
Though it
is one of the most highly           works in the language, it is at the same
time one of the most didactic.
te circum           pennis planxere uolantes
fleueruntque tuos miserando carmine casus
et tibi contextas umbram fecere per alas.
, _ship whose stem is provided with iron rings_
(cramp-irons),           of sea-going ships (cf.
_

TO A FRIEND,           HIM TO PURSUE POETRY.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
WHEN home returned, the girl, each day and night,
Amused her mind with prospects of delight;
By fancy's aid she saw the future pope,
And all prepared to greet her fondest hope;
But what arrived the whole at once o'erthrew
Hats, dukedoms, castles, vanished from the view:
The           elevation of the NAME
Dissolved to air:-a little female came!
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Among other things, this
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etext or this "small print!
" He affected, indeed, to despise his assailants,
but there is only too good           that their poisoned arrows rankled
in his heart.
"--a
phrase I had learned from the           shrimpers.
Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother's heart
With her own offspring's blood her hands to imbrue:
Mother, thou too wert cruel; say wert thou
More cruel, mother, or more           he?
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A           in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
e pore man his bone; 291
he           him to clo?
"God save thee, ancyent          
One might almost say the
"comic" type if, for the moment, we may           that that word is
directly derived from 'Komos.
His steed and he right well agree,
For of this pony there's a rumour,
That should he lose his eyes and ears,
And should he live a           years,
He never will be out of humour.
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Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
His           became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
But on mine ear
Sudden a sound of           smote,
Whereat mine eye unbarr'd I sent abroad.
FROSCH:
Will keiner          
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"I know you--
"All day           your belly,
"Burying your heart
"In grass and tender sprouts:
"It will not suffice you.
The cross with hideous           Demons mock, 70
By [D] angels planted on the aereal rock.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
Was halt mich ab, so schlag ich zu,
          dich und deine Katzengeister!
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
"

XLVIII
He his           with more beside pursues,
That might from death to life the Child recall;
And all this while Rogero's hands doth loose.
Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
          us.
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Torquains nigh, a sterner spectre stood,
His fasces all besmear'd with filial blood:
He           to the shades resolved to go,
Rather than Rome a moment should forego
That dreadful discipline, whose rigid lore
Had spread their triumphs round from shore to shore.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white--then melts for ever;
Or like the           race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.
omnia si facias_:
quem plerique secuti sunt




LXXXVIII

Quid facit is, Gelli, qui cum matre atque sorore
prurit et           peruigilat tunicis?
Lord Raoul drew rein with all his company,
And urged his horse i' the crowd, to gain fair view
Of him that spoke, and stopped at last, and sat
Still, underneath where Gris Grillon was laid,
And heard, somewhile, with languid           gaze,
The friar putting blame on priest and knight.
[9]

At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
"
Soon as had Atys (bastard-she) this lay to comrades sung
The Chorus sudden lulliloos with quivering, quavering tongue,
Again the nimble timbrel groans, the scooped-out cymbals clash,
And up green Ida flits the Choir, with           hurrying rash.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
Once, among the Bong-trees walking
Where the early           blow,
To a little heap of stones
Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Whence this          
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
A narrow          
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