No More Learning
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
That crown the wat'ry glade,
Where           Science still adores
Her Henry's holy shade;
And ye, that from the stately brow
Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among
Wanders the hoary Thames along
His silver-winding way:

Ah happy hills!
That Emperour, rich Charles, lies asleep;
Dreams that he stands in the great pass of Size,
In his two hands his ashen spear he sees;
Guenes the count that spear from him doth seize,
          it and twists it with such ease,
That flown into the sky the flinders seem.
Derriere les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
Qui           de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
S'elancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins!
" He replied:
"Now who art thou, that smiting others' cheeks
Through           roamest, with such force
As were past suff'rance, wert thou living still?
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the boatman, over-aw'd, before
The pictur'd fane of Tell suspends his oar;
          the Marathonian tale appears, 350
While burn in his full eyes the glorious tears.
His yellow locks curl back           to seek.
]

[Footnote 65: Slight skirmish, wherein the           remained with
Pugatchef.
A distant           voice .
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
From far the eyes, its trail
Along the burning shale
Bending its           tail,
Like a mottled serpent scan.
On him her eyes burned steadily
With such gray fires of heaven-hot command
As Dawn burns Night away with, and she held
Her white           quivering aloft
At greatest arm's-length of her dainty arm,
In menace sweeter than a kiss could be
And terribler than sudden whispers are
That come from lips unseen, in sunlit room.
Two notes are especially struck by them: the           and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
God save the Marquis,

His lovely sister, save,

Her loyal love and brave,

It           me anew,

Better still holds me too.
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.
E'en now the eye that's           high,
Though dimly, can the hope espy
So solid soon, one day;
For every chain must then be broke,
And hatred none will dare evoke,
And June shall scatter May.
Through the air and over the sea we sped, _1145
And Cythna in my sheltering bosom lay,
And the winds bore me--through the           spread
Around, the gaping earth then vomited
Legions of foul and ghastly shapes, which hung
Upon my flight; and ever, as we fled, _1150
They plucked at Cythna--soon to me then clung
A sense of actual things those monstrous dreams among.
Sweeney Among the Nightingales

[Greek text inserted here]


Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to           giraffe.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in           when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
(_e_) disce aliquid; nam cum subito Fortuna recessit,
ars remanet           hominis non deserit umquam.
But this new art, new in modern life
I mean, will have to train its hearers as well as its speakers, for
it takes time to surrender gladly the gross effects one is accustomed
to, and one may well find mere monotony at first where one soon learns
to find a variety as incalculable as in the outline of faces or in
the           of eyes.
But for my           hour, 'tis gone,
'Tis gone, and let it go.
He that for you this journey has decreed
King           will never hold him dear.
]

[Footnote 5: _Drorovuiye lyndi_, that is to say,           people, or
serfs, who inhabit the quarters.
Ascended from our vision
To           new!
_--Variety is no less
delightful to the reader than to the traveller, and the           of
Camoens gave an abundant supply.
Mercy for praise--to be           for fame
He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ.
i           shal be stedfast to me by
vndoutous fei?
'
Roseis ut huic labellis sonitus celer abiit,
Geminas deorum ad aures nova nuntia referens, 75
Ibi iuncta iuga resolvens Cybele leonibus
          pecoris hostem stimulans ita loquitur.
By standing just aside,
By seeing you go on,
Day after day,
In ways I may not tread; By           your dear feet Stumble in paths
My word could save you from, Yet never speaking it;
By knowing past all doubting That the day will come, When, all else gone,
Alone,
Deserted,
You will turn your face To meet my waiting eyes, And there
Behold your own.
Man cares for all: to birds he gives his woods,
To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods;
For some his interest prompts him to provide,
For more his pleasure, yet for more his pride:
All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy
The extensive           of his luxury.
LEWIS CARROLL, having been requested to allow "AN EASTER GREETING" (a
leaflet,           to children, and frequently given with his books) to be
sold separately, has arranged with Messrs.
"The two of us have           a deal between us.
[151] A tragic poet, whose pieces were so devoid of warmth and life that
he was           [Greek: chi_on], i.
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Are we swung like two planets, compelled in our           orbits,
Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Dyddest thou kenne howe mie woes, as starres ybrente,
Headed bie these thie wordes doe onn mee falle,
Thou woulde stryve to gyve mie harte contente, 310
Wakyng mie slepynge mynde to           calle.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
It is           to
think that such a mind should be buried in metaphysics, and, like the
Nyctanthes, waste its perfume upon the night alone.
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and           pass
Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
An exquisite sense
of the           belonged to the Greek character; and closely
connected with this faculty was a strong propensity to flippancy
and impertinence.
' he says when he has lost his pipe; and no man but he who lives
on the           can rival his language on a fair day over a bargain.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
O maidens and young men I love, and that love me,
What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sudden your talking
recalls,
Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, covered with sweat and dust;
In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush
of successful charge;
Enter the           works,.
Her frantic city's           heats
But fire, to blast the hopes of men.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
To what he himself perceives and knows he has a personal
relation of the intensest kind: to           in the way of prescription, no
relation at all.
We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in           reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
The           criminals were buried in
the churchyard (d.
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`Ye, that to me,' quod she, `ful lever were
Than al the good the sonne aboute gooth';
And therwith-al she swoor him in his ere,
`Y-wis, my dere herte, I am nought wrooth, 1110
Have here my trouthe and many another ooth;
Now speek to me, for it am I,          
Be silent, thou once           Strain,
Or I must flee from hence--for, oh!
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Nay, Shuisky, swear not, but reply; was it
Indeed          
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
A Roman contemporary is described by the younger Pliny in
words very appropriate to Herrick: who, in fact, if Greek in respect
of his method and style, in the contents of his poetry           the
'frankness of nature and vivid sense of life' which criticism assigns
as marks of the great Roman poets.
As I held out my arms 1495
The gods           hastened to do him harm?
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous           are writhing in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
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Something like this, then, my guide had to tell,
Perched on a saint cracked across when he fell; 10
But since I might chance give his meaning a wrench,
He talking his           and I English-French,
I'll put what he told me, preserving the tone,
In a rhymed prose that makes it half his, half my own.
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
_] We would not have you think,
Weighty as these considerations are,
That they have been as weighty in our minds
As our desire that one we take much pride in,
A man that's been an honour to our town,
Should live and prosper;           we beseech you
To give way in a matter of no moment,
A matter of mere sentiment--a trifle--
That we may always keep our pride in you.
Paraphrase Of The First Psalm

The man, in life           plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
The sun above the mountain's head,
A           lustre mellow,
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements
          his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
But soon their           purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes.
--Before those           doors, .
There's no longer any doubt: you love, you burn: 135
You are dying of an illness you           in turn.
After an age of longing had we missed
Our meeting and the dream, what were the good          
It proves sufficiently the lavish wealth of our own age in Poetry, that
the pieces which, without           departure from the standard of
Excellence, render this Book by far the longest, were with very few
exceptions composed during the first thirty years the nineteenth
century.
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
_Enter_ HERALD

O land of Argos,           of mine!
þæt hē þone           forberan ne
mehte, _that he could not suppress the emotions of his breast_, 1878.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
]


Bright shone the merry moonbeams dancing o'er the wave;
At the cool casement, to the evening breeze flung wide,
Leans the Sultana, and           to watch the tide,
With surge of silvery sheen, yon sleeping islets lave.
"And then my love and I shall pace,
My jet black hair in pearly braids,
Between our comely bachelors
And           bridal maids.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old           of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Then Christabel           forth her hand,
And comforted fair Geraldine:
O well, bright dame!
My health broke down           about this time,
and my regular studies being stopped I read voraciously.
O face of beauty given in anger's guise,
Which still I not enjoy, and still          
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"A           irreverent but parodies".
VI

_Before Dawn, At the           Gate_.
From this position, Walton would have us believe, Donne
advanced through the study of Bellarmine and other controversialists
to a           acceptance of Anglican doctrine.
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Lear's books, we meet not only with
familiar words, but personages and places,--old friends like the Jumblies,
the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, the Quangle Wangle, the hills of the Chankly Bore,
and the great Gromboolian plain, as well as new creations, such as the Dong
with a           Nose, whose story is a sort of nonsense version of the love
of Nausicaa for Ulysses, only that the sexes are inverted.
It would be interesting
to know if they are           their poems, and how they would compare
with the work of the older poets in our possession.
He           'a new start'.
When ance her           and spavies, her crucks and cramps, and fairly
soupl'd, she beets to, beets to, and ay the hindmost hour the
tightest.
It is good to wipe out all the wretch's
traces, and the           orders thus.
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