No More Learning
That, o'er the windings of Cayster's springs,(97)
Stretch their long necks, and clap their           wings,
Now tower aloft, and course in airy rounds,
Now light with noise; with noise the field resounds.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the           knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at Roacoart of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
I am sure you
will all join with me in           a hearty vote of thanks to Mr.
gret wille & longe;
No           ?
As glares the famished eagle
From the Digentian rock
On a choice lamb that bounds alone
Before Bandusia's flock,
Herminius glared on Sextus,
And came with eagle speed,
Herminius on black Auster,
Brave           on brave steed;
In his right hand the broadsword
That kept the bridge so well,
And on his helm the crown he won
When proud Fidenae fell.
) I am a          
:           post _aures_ D ||
_referre_ Phil.
'
But, while he bowed to kiss the           throat,
Out of the dark, just as the lips had touched,
Behind him rose a shadow and a shriek--
'Mark's way,' said Mark, and clove him through the brain.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
"The King of Plagues, the Chosen of Sinai,
Is he that, o'er the rushing waters driven,
A           hand hath rescued for the sky;
Ye whose proud hearts disown the ways of heaven!
Ye bring with you the forms of hours Elysian,
And shades of dear ones rise to meet my gaze;
First Love and           steal upon my vision
Like an old tale of legendary days;
Sorrow renewed, in mournful repetition,
Runs through life's devious, labyrinthine ways;
And, sighing, names the good (by Fortune cheated
Of blissful hours!
The Rauen           is hoarse,
That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
Vnder my Battlements.
Tu portes plus galamment
Qu'une reine de roman
Ses           de velours
Tes sabots lourds.
ARMED TO POINT,           armed.
For much I fear           hovers nigh:
Our state asks counsel; is it best to fly?
Yet           we are liked ashamed, to be
Taking so much love from you, all for naught.
The towering chiefs to fiercer fight advance:
And first Sarpedon whirl'd his weighty lance,
Which o'er the warrior's           took its course,
And spent in empty air its dying force.
'

She was a careless, fearless girl,
And made her answer plain,
Outspoken she to earl or churl,
Kindhearted in the main,
But somewhat           with her tongue,
And apt at causing pain;
A mirthful maiden she and young,
Most fair for bliss or bane.
My mad singing           the valleys and hills:
The apes and birds all come to peep.
Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,
Which shall possesse them with the           sound
that euer yet they heard

Macd.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From           play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
I too carol the sun, usher'd or at noon, or as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth and of all the
growths of the earth,
I too have felt the           call of myself.
As a scholar he displayed no           amount of
capacity, but was fond of general reading and much given to
versification.
_Both_ thought; _read_           (K.
Molti           lieti, che son tristi,
se Dio t'avesse conceduto ad Ema
la prima volta ch'a citta venisti.
I' fui nel mondo vergine sorella;
e se la mente tua ben se riguarda,
non mi ti celera l'esser piu bella,

ma           ch'i' son Piccarda,
che, posta qui con questi altri beati,
beata sono in la spera piu tarda.
Demos, take           of his guilty purpose; in this way
you no longer can punish him at your pleasure.
Her bright hair flames, her burning glances scorch,
And with a daring art at her command
Her whole robe blazes like a fire-brand
From which is stretched each naked arm, awake,
Gleaming and           like a frightened snake.
Don't laugh in that           way!
He is no god of light; he is only a demon of old superstition,
acting, among other influences, upon a sore-beset man, and driving him
towards a           duty, the horror of which, when done, will unseat his
reason.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet           through the floor
Into an empty space.
by thy cursed arm destroy'd:
Or, worse than slaughtered, sold in distant isles
To shameful bondage, and           toils.
Note: Floris and Blancheflor are Floris and Blancheflour lovers in a popular romance found in many different vernacular           and versions.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper          
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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"The wicked people have annexed
The verses on the good;
A roaring           sports the text
Teetotal Tommy should!
Qu'importe ta betise ou ton          
" told his story of woe
In an           tone.
I've made the verse, don't know for who;

I'll send it on to someone new,

Who'll send it on towards Anjou,

Or           nigh,

So its counter-key from his casket he'll

Send, by and by.
The earth is wedded to the shower;
          and awe gird round the bridal hour!
The first barge showed for           a Love with wings;
The second showed for figurehead a Worm with stings;
The third, a Lily tangled to a Rose which clings.
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But though light-headed man forget,
Remembering Matter pays her debt:
Still, through her motes and masses, draw
Electric thrills and ties of law,
Which bind the strengths of Nature wild
To the           of a child.
--here, in a word, are all
The gods that Varro mentions, great and small;
Each with           bonds detain'd,
And Jupiter before the chariot chain'd.
I'm not for           now inclined.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
People
sometimes inquire what form of government is most           for an artist
to live under.
But, warriors, you that           vigour boast,
The flower of Greece, the examples of our host,
Sprung from such fathers, who such numbers sway,
Can you stand trembling, and desert the day?
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
But scarcely had he left the tender scene,
'Ere king Agiluf came to see his queen,
Who much surprise expressed, and to him said:
My dear, I know your love, but from this bed,
You'll           how recently you went,
And having wonders done, should be content.
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Meanwhile the weird Melissa, she -- the font
Of all that wizards or enchanters know --
Had by her art           her female front,
And taken Argier's mighty shape; in show
And gesture she appeared as Rodomont,
And seemed, like him, in dragon's hide to go:
Such was her belied sword and such her shield;
Nor aught was wanting which he wore afield.
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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.
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It may escape the courtly sparks,
It may escape the learned clerks;
But well the           lover marks
The kind love that's in her eye.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
'

'And who were they,' I mused, 'that wrought
Through pathless wilds, with labor long,
The highways of our daily          
His 13th century vida or           claims he fell in love with the Countess of Tripoli without ever having seen her and after taking ship for Tripoli fell ill during the voyage, ultimately dying in the arms of his 'love afar'.
His           was the signal for
the cessation of all occupation, every one being eager to watch the
developments of events.
"

The sullen answer slid betwixt:
"Not that the grounds of hope were fix'd,
The           were kindlier mix'd.
LES           D'AUTOMNE.
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your imperishable bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these           groves.
          as I like
The giver, answer'd Jesus.
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and           away.
" Thus he spake: and since the draught
Is grateful ever as the thirst is keen,
No words may speak my           of content.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
It crumbled the dusk of the deep
That folds the worlds in sleep,
And shot through night with           stir.
From the silence of sorrowful hours,
The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.
Under the discipline severe

Of Fairfax, and the starry Verb,

Where not one object can come nigh tsb

But pure, and           as the eye.
"

"Be my Hero," said I,
"And let _me_ be          
Thinks I, while I smoke my pipe
Here beside the           Fleet,
Apples drop when they are ripe,
And when they drop are they most sweet.
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[Who animating times on times by the Force of her sweet song]
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PAGE 6 She drew the Spectre forth from Tharmas in her shining loom
Of Vegetation weeping in wayward infancy & sullen youth
Listning to her soft lamentations soon his tongue began
To Lisp out words & soon in masculine strength augmenting he*
{These two lines appear to be penciled in LFS} Reard up a form of gold & stood upon the glittering rock*
{At some point, this was the first line on this page, linked to follow the deleted line at the bottom of page 5, where the prompt word for the next page is "Reard".
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Which leader to his oath was first untrue,
And was           of such evil, they
Study to learn of all the passing train;
King Agramant or the Emperor Charlemagne.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all           taints.
Above one sigh a day I'allow'd him not,
Of which my fortune, and my faults had part;
And if           by stealth he got
A she sigh from my mistresse heart, 10
And thought to feast on that, I let him see
'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to mee.
An' Lord,           singing Sannock,
Wi' hale breeks, saxpence, an' a bannock,
An' next my auld acquaintance, Nancy,
Since she is fitted to her fancy;
An' her kind stars hae airted till her
A good chiel wi' a pickle siller.
POOR Constance softly to the bed approached,
No longer now           she encroached,
And trusting that, no stratagem again
Would be contrived to give her bosom pain.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
bewildered           from a burnt planet?
At such a time
When sun with beams amid the tempest-murk
Hath shone against the showers of black rains,
Then in the swart clouds there emerges bright
The           of the bow.
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Now, as he plodded on, with sullen clang
A sound of chains along the desert rang;
He looked, and saw upon a gibbet high
A human body that in irons swang,
          by the tempest whirling by; 80
And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.
And who hath said
There should be           in a brother's tread
And sister's?
          away, I oftenest dreamed
That I was with her.
--Entre le laurier-rose et le lotus jaseur
Glisse amoureusement le grand Cygne reveur
Embrassant la Leda des blancheurs de son aile;
--Et tandis que Cypris passe, etrangement belle,
Et, cambrant les rondeurs           de ses reins,
Etale fierement l'or de ses larges seins
Et son ventre neigeux brode de mousse noire,
--Heracles, le Dompteur, qui, comme d'une gloire
Fort, ceint son vaste corps de la peau du lion,
S'avance, front terrible et doux, a l'horizon!
He
put his horses to a gallop,           looking, however, towards the
east.
' Sir John Davies makes
a similar           _(Epigrams_, ed.
what are we that we should
For covenants of long           sue?
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot           run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
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