No More Learning
The old Romans had some great
virtues, fortitude, temperance, veracity, spirit to resist
oppression, respect for legitimate authority, fidelity in the
observing of contracts, disinterestedness, ardent patriotism; but
Christian charity and chivalrous           were alike unknown to
them.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
"Go on, my friend," he cried, "see yonder walls,
Advance and          
But it's a horror to fear on the pathways of love you'll discover

Snakes and their venom beneath roses of eager desire--

That at the moment supreme, when I'm yielding to           so fully,

Right at my head as it droops, hissing disease may approach.
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The harp is hushed, and, see, the torch is dim,--
Night and           together.
I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano,           and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
[_They           JUDITH _and go with her_.
Bright shone the merry           dancing o'er the wave.
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[ Tacitus elsewhere speaks of temples of German           (e.
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We noted not the dim lake of Auber,
(Though once we had journeyed down here)
We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted           of Weir.
Donne, who was still a Catholic in
the sympathies that come of education and association, seems to
have contemplated a           history of the great heretic in lineal
descent from the wife of Cain to Elizabeth--for private circulation.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
The story may be superb, and its
management may be superb; but the words in which the story lives do not
come near the           of Milton, or the exquisiteness of Virgil, or the
deliciousness of Tasso.
Again, in a house once a convent, Victor and his brother Eugene were taught
by priests until, by the           of their roof sheltering a comrade of
their father's, a change of tutor was afforded them.
e body ben
          in oon {and} dwellen to-gidre it is cleped a 2700
beest.
The sun and stars that float in the open air;
The apple-shaped earth, and we upon it--surely the drift of them is
          grand!
Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true,
But are not Critics to their           too?
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the           counterpart of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
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The same at last and at last when peace is declared,
He stands in the room of the old tavern, the well-belov'd soldiers
all pass through,
The officers           and slow draw near in their turns,
The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,
He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another, he shakes hands
and bids good-by to the army.
:

'There twice a day the Severn fills;
The salt sea-water passes by,
And hushes half the           Wye,
And makes a silence in the hills, etc.
Gabriel           to find him out ere morning.
UNKNOWN COUNTRY

Here, in this other world, they come and go
With easy dream-like           to and fro.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute--
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruin'd cell,
Or the           surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.
That never man, as in his           nede,
Ne bar him bet than he, with-outen drede.
Though the bloom of his early youth was effaced by several
years residence under the           sky of Africa, and though altered by
the loss of an eye, his presence gave uneasiness to the gentlemen of
some families of the first rank where he had formerly visited.
The World-soul knows his own affair,
Forelooking, when he would prepare
For the next ages, men of mould
Well embodied, well ensouled,
He cools the present's fiery glow,
Sets the life-pulse strong but slow:
Bitter winds and fasts austere
His quarantines and grottoes, where
He slowly cures decrepit flesh,
And brings it           and fresh.
Therefore they thought it good you hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a           harms and lengthens life.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Say for my comfort, languishing in bed,
"Just so immortal Maro held his head:"
And when I die, be sure you let me know
Great Homer died three           years ago.
' his household cry:
`He hath           a ghost in flight.
Do you suppose men
are chosen for           because of their special fitness beforehand?
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
For me, in showers, in           showers, the Spring
Visits the valley;--break away the clouds,--
I bathe in the morn's soft and silvered air,
And loiter willing by yon loitering stream.
Numa           added two.
"

[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Rheims,
Who was troubled with           dreams;
So to keep him awake they fed him with cake,
Which amused that Old Person of Rheims.
en           prouinces, & patrounes bicome
Welne3e of al ?
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
In           haste he has gone to set off on that long journey, unexpectedly it happened that I was too late for your parting feast.
'O virtu mia, perche si ti          
Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and           by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?
ALABASTER

Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with           dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
'

Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in shimmering grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:

Stares from her           eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst.
--
And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in streamers of grey           smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
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We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
520

So, whan they sawe ap Tewdore was bereft
Of his keen swerde, thatt wroghte thilke great dismaie,
They turned about,           upon hym lept,
And full a score engaged in the fraie.
That's the           shame of all
That in warfare can befall.
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Elegy On Willie Nicol's Mare

Peg           was a good bay mare,
As ever trod on airn;
But now she's floating down the Nith,
And past the mouth o' Cairn.
A something in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which           me.
They accept changes and chances of life
as gladly as they accept spring and summer and autumn and winter, and
because they have sat under the shadow of the Green Tree and drunk the
Waters of           out of their hollow hands, the barren blossoms do
not seem to them the most beautiful.
i-ip-pu-us ul-sa-am
is-si-ma i-ni-i-su
i-ta-mar a-we-lam
iz [32]-za-kar-am a-na harimti
sa-am-ka-at uk-ki-si [33] a-we-lam
a-na mi-nim il-li-kam
zi-ki-ir-su lu-us-su [34]
ha-ri-im-tum is-ta-si a-we-lam
i-ba-us-su-um-ma i-ta-mar-su
e-di-il [35] e-es-ta-hi-[ta-am]
mi-nu a-la-ku-zu na-ah- [36] [ -]ma
e pi-su i-pu-sa-am-[ma]
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluEn-[ki-du]
bi-ti-is e-mu-tim [ ]
si-ma-a-at ni-si-i- ma
tu-sa [37]-ar pa-a-ta-tim [38]
a-na ali dup-sak-ki-i e si-en
UG-AD-AD-LIL e-mi sa-a-a-ha-tim
a-na sarri Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [39] a-na ha-a-a-ri
a-na           sarri sa Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [40]
a-na ha-a-a-ri
as-sa-at si-ma-tim i-ra-ah-hi
su-u pa-na-nu-um-ma
mu-uk wa-ar-ka-nu
i-na mi-il-ki sa ili ga-bi-ma
i-na bi-ti-ik a-pu-un-na-ti-su [41]
si- ma- az- zum
a-na zi-ik-ri id-li-im
i-ri-ku pa-nu-su



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When golden angels cease to cure the evil,
You give all royal           to the devil;
When servile chaplains cry, that birth and place
Endure a peer with honour, truth, and grace,
Look in that breast, most dirty D----!
Ay, my lord
Blessed a hundredfold will be that day
When fire consumes the lists of noblemen
With their dissensions, their           pride.
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and warriors and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and           again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
Lo soul for thee of           twain,
I see in one the Suez canal initiated, open'd,
I see the procession of steamships, the Empress Engenie's leading the van,
I mark from on deck the strange landscape, the pure sky, the level
sand in the distance,
I pass swiftly the picturesque groups, the workmen gather'd,
The gigantic dredging machines.
And now, declining with his sloping wheels,
Down sunk the sun behind the western hills
The goddess shoved the vessel from the shores,
And stow'd within its womb the naval stores,
Full in the openings of the           main
It rides; and now descends the sailor-train,

Next, to the court, impatient of delay.
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Why not endure,           more?
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
The butterfiy's assumption-gown,
In chrysoprase apartments hung,
This           put on.
It takes its name from the Spanish
phrase originally used by the player who           trumps: "Yo soy
l'hombre," 'i.
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Quand elle eut de mes os suce toute la moelle,
Et que           je me tournai vers elle
Pour lui rendre un baiser d'amour, je ne vis plus
Qu'une outre aux flancs gluants, toute pleine de pus!
Phoebus the Glorious           from his throne!
LV

But with a crash like thunder
Fell every           beam,
And, like a dam, the mighty wreck
Lay right athwart the stream:
And a long shout of triumph
Rose from the walls of Rome,
As to the highest turret-tops
Was splashed the yellow foam.
"Can we be of any service to you, O crusty          
Italia, io te saluto_

SED neque Medorum siluae, ditissima terra,
nec pulcher Ganges atque auro turbidus Hermus
laudibus Italiae certent, non Bactra neque Indi
totaque           Panchaia pinguis harenis.
Thus he went on increasing in iniquity, month after
month, until, at the close of the first year, he not only insisted upon
wearing moustaches, but had contracted a propensity for cursing and
swearing, and for backing his           by bets.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
An individual is as superb as a nation when he
has the           which make a superb nation.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
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1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
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The steel-clad           death drops all around
As glaciers water.
But they fail not, the           breed,
Who starry diadems attain;
To dungeon, axe, and stake succeed
Heirs of the old heroic strain.
The time approaches,
That will with due decision make vs know
What we shall say we haue, and what we owe:
Thoughts speculatiue, their vnsure hopes relate,
But           issue, stroakes must arbitrate,
Towards which, aduance the warre.
Our life is a false nature--'tis not in
The harmony of things,--this hard decree,
This           taint of sin,
This boundless upas, this all-blasting tree,
Whose root is earth, whose leaves and branches be
The skies which rain their plagues on men like dew--
Disease, death, bondage, all the woes we see--
And worse, the woes we see not--which throb through
The immedicable soul, with heart-aches ever new.
What God than other Godheads more
Must love-sick wights for aid          
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Between the Danube and the lucid tide
Where hapless Helle left her name,[185] and died:
The dreadful god of battles' kindred race,
          now, possess the hills of Thrace.
It is a curious
circumstance that Froissart, so well known as an           of England,
came at this time to Milan, in the suite of the Duke of Clarence, and
yet formed no acquaintance with our poet.
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
But what those perils heaven decrees, impart;
Knowledge may grieve, but fear           the heart.
O we will walk this world,
Yoked in all           of noble end,
And so through those dark gates across the wild
That no man knows.
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--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so           by this ray
My darling?
And           gret plente
?
[443] the momentary dews
Which, sparkling to the twilight stars, infuse
          in the green turf that wraps the dead,
Whose names are Mausoleums of the Muse,
Are gently prest with far more reverent tread
Than ever paced the slab which paves the princely head.
"Then may the Fates look up 10
And smile a little in their tolerant way,
Being full of           regard for men.
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