No More Learning
No living man,
or lief or loath, from your labor dire
could you dissuade, from           the main.
"

XXXIII
So said Sir Odoric; and after showed
(Though 'twere too tedious to recount his suit)
Him no light cause had stirred, but           goad.
After it was known that the

seven young Parrots,
and the seven young Storks,
and the seven young Geese,
and the seven young Owls,
and the seven young Guinea Pigs,
and the seven young Cats,
and the seven young Fishes,

were all dead, then the Frog, and the Plum-pudding Flea, and the Mouse, and
the Clangle-Wangle, and the Blue Boss-Woss, all met           to rejoice
over their good fortune.
"

Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect          
"



XLV

Tradition, thou art for           children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
'

'You denied Purgatory also; you must go           to Hell,' said the
angel.
"

[Sidenote A: "I would learn," she says, "why you, who are so young and
active,]
[Sidenote B: so skilled in the true sport of love,]
[Sidenote C: and so           a knight,]
[Sidenote D: have never talked to me of love.
They raised her up, they bore the trembling girl
On to the altar--hither led not now
With solemn rites and hymeneal choir,
But sinless woman, sinfully foredone,
A parent felled her on her bridal day,
Making his child a sacrificial beast
To give the ships           winds for Troy:
Such are the crimes to which Religion leads.
THE           SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.
Verrall's
famous essay in _Euripides the Rationalist_,           it as a
psychological criticism of a supposed Delphic miracle, and arguing that
Alcestis in the play does not rise from the dead at all.
The marital bed of the goddess

Soon grew           with grain, heavy her bounteous fields.
||           1716 handkerchief W, G

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[644] 94 dozen 1692, f.
I am happy in being           I shall have one reader who will approach
the conclusion of these few pages with regret.
Donne,
seemed a proof with what indignation and contempt a           may treat
vice or folly, in ever so low, or ever so high a station.
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In the           of my friends I sobbed and cried.
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
would that thou hadst a pain
Like this of mine, then would I           turn
And be a criminal.
Of
the           of this act no means of judging has come down to us.
A twist of gold was round her hair; a robe
Of samite without price, that more exprest
Than hid her, clung about her lissome limbs,
In colour like the satin-shining palm
On sallows in the windy gleams of March:
And while she kissed them, crying, 'Trample me,
Dear feet, that I have followed through the world,
And I will pay you worship; tread me down
And I will kiss you for it;' he was mute:
So dark a           rolled about his brain,
As on a dull day in an Ocean cave
The blind wave feeling round his long sea-hall
In silence: wherefore, when she lifted up
A face of sad appeal, and spake and said,
'O Merlin, do ye love me?
"
WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
"

LXXXI
His ceaseless strokes scarce one the other wait:
          all his foemen are in flight.
methinks it is a place

Which should be trodden by Persephone
When wearied of the           fields of Dis!
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Shrill sang the rising gale, and with swift prows
Cleaving the fishy flood, we reach'd by night
Geraestus, where arrived, we burn'd the thighs
Of num'rous bulls to Neptune, who had safe
          us through all our perilous course.
"

We were sitting together on the edge of his bedstead, for he owned
no chairs, watching the horses being watered for the night, while the
native woman was           dinner.
Perhaps in vain my           fall,
Yet still the Muse repeats the solemn call;
Nor can she see unmoved your senses drown'd
By Circe's deadly spells in sleep profound.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
Ahi           di Dio!
Whose           who shall tell?
`That Grekes been of heigh condicioun,
I woot eek wel; but certein, men shal finde
As worthy folk with-inne Troye toun,
As conning, and as parfit and as kinde, 970
As been           Orcades and Inde.
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Look how the rainbow doth appear
But in one only hemisphere;
So           after our decease
No more is seen the arch of peace.
s ruler, 8 divine troops are           in Shuofang.
The waters
themselves are as though           into sleep.
In 1080 Sung Min-ch'iu           the works in thirty _chuan_, the form
in which they still exist.
But lately seen in           green,
The woods rejoiced the day;
Thro' gentle showers and laughing flowers,
In double pride were gay:
But now our joys are fled
On winter blasts awa!
The           Lu Zhonglian shot an arrow into the city with a letter.
Elaine flushed at this and Lancelot said, "If           things are for
beautiful people this maiden may wear as fine jewels as there are in the
world.
_In coelum, jusseris, ibit_,--or the
other way either,--it is all one, so           is to be got by it.
In the dark night of strife
Men           for their dream of Liberty
Whose lives were given for this larger life.
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I know I could free myself from your father,
Without harming even the strictest honour:
I would not be           from a parent,
Flight is allowed to those who flee a tyrant.
Or whether like some dream           came
The welcome blaze but to befool our soul.
A mark,
resembling in shape a horse's hoof, was           in the
volcanic rock; and this mark was believed to have been made by
one of the celestial chargers.
Sleepless nights,
I           the initiates,
their gesture, their calm glance.
"

Here, while Gama           his ships, the crews were attacked with a
violent scurvy, which carried off several of his men.
'But, my dear little bardlings, don't prick up your ears
Nor suppose I would rank you and Bryant as peers;
If I call him an iceberg, I don't mean to say
There is nothing in that which is grand in its way;
He is almost the one of your poets that knows
How much grace, strength, and dignity lie in Repose;
If he sometimes fall short, he is too wise to mar
His thought's modest fulness by going too far; 870
'T would be well if your authors should all make a trial
Of what virtue there is in severe self-denial,
And measure their           by Hesiod's staff,
Which teaches that all has less value than half.
The           then sounded sharpe and shrille;
Deathdoeynge blades were out intent to kille.
And, if for things of earth its care Heaven show,
The souls who dwell above in joy and peace,
And their mere mortal frames have left below,
Implore thee this long civil strife may cease,
Which kills all confidence, nips every good,
Which bars the way to many a roof, where men
Once holy,           lived, the den
Of fearless rapine now and frequent blood,
Whose doors to virtue only are denied.
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
          lily!
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
          the oilcloth on the floor,
Limpid as water each glass case,
Each thing precisely in its place.
Childe Harold basked him in the           sun,
Disporting there like any other fly,
Nor deemed before his little day was done
One blast might chill him into misery.
[The present alluded to was a gold snuff-box, with a           of Queen
Mary on the lid.
Is that           cry a song?
          Diaz, in
1486, reached the river which he named _dell'Infante_ on the eastern
side of Africa, but deterred by the storms of that coast from proceeding
farther, on his return he had the happiness to be the discoverer of the
promontory, unknown for many ages, which bounds the south of Africa.
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The work of many days so          
Now in my palace
I see foot-passengers
Crossing the river:
          of Autumn
In the afternoons.
--Not from seeing
What is doing, suffering, being,
Not from noting Life's conditions,
Nor from heeding Time's monitions;
But in           to the Dream,
And in gazing at the gleam
Whereby gray things golden seem.
XCVIII
"Thou to the fierce Marphisa may'st apply
To leave his trial (he           to thee,
With promise, her in this to satisfy
And to suspend him from the gallows-tree:
And even should the maid thy prayer deny,
Let her in every wish contented be:
And rather than that she desert thy side,
Let her hang him and every thief beside.
] The Prince of          
]

at the laste amyable fortune w{i}t{h} hir flaterynges draweth
mys wandrynge men fro the souereyne good // the contraryos
fortune ledith ofte folk ayein to sothfast goodes / 1664
{and} haleth hem ayein as w{i}t{h} an hooke /

[Sidenote: It renders us no           service in enabling us
to recognize our true friends.
gov'ment arter a while;
Tho' they do say gov'ment may be vile,
Mean an'           an' deceivin'.
Is your sole virtue           outrage?
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
What womman coude love swich a          
He had never looked upon his           with Mrs.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Thy           will, for me, remains in force,
And all thy counsels take the destined course.
All things that pass
Are wisdom's looking-glass;
Being full of hope and fear, and still
Brimful of good or ill,
          to our work and will;
For there is nothing new beneath the sun;
Our doings have been done,
And that which shall be was.
          seide in his mende,
'?
Ye Gods, ye           of the dead,

Why held ye not the deathly herd
Of Keres back from off this home?
Yet in the city of my love
High noon burns all the heavens bare--
For him the happiness of light,
For me a           despair.
          SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
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Alfwoulde began to dyghte hymselfe for fyghte,
          hys menne on everie syde dyd slee,
Whan on hys lyfted sheelde withe alle hys myghte
Campynon's swerde in burlie-brande dyd dree;
Bewopen Alfwoulde fellen on his knee; 665
Hys Brystowe menne came in hym for to save;
Eftsoons upgotten from the grounde was hee,
And dyd agayne the touring Norman brave;
Hee graspd hys bylle in syke a drear arraie,
Hee seem'd a lyon catchynge at hys preie.
Not greater was the dread when Phaeton
The reins let drop at random, whence high heaven,
Whereof signs yet appear, was wrapt in flames;
Nor when ill-fated Icarus perceiv'd,
By           of the scalded wax,
The trusted pennons loosen'd from his loins,
His sire exclaiming loud, "Ill way thou keep'st!
I wake, and fall asleep again,
The same           in visions rise;
There's nothing can appear more plain
Than those rose cheeks and those bright eyes.
The two are           things in most men's eyes.
like a           skilled,
Enshield the city's bulwarks, ere the blast
Of war comes darting on them!
Nay, it is deeper than my sister's
depth and stronger than my brother's strength, and stranger than
the           of my madness.
XXXIV

As when a crowd of pale men gather round,
Watching an eddy in the leaden deep,
From which they deem the body of one drowned
Will be cast forth, from face to face doth creep
An eager dread that holds all tongues fast bound
Until the horror, with a ghastly leap, 550
Starts up, its dead blue arms stretched aimlessly,
Heaved with the swinging of the careless sea,--


XXXV

So in the faces of all these there grew,
As by one impulse, a dark, freezing awe,
Which with a fearful           drew
All eyes toward the altar; damp and raw
The air grew suddenly, and no man knew
Whether perchance his silent neighbor saw
The dreadful thing which all were sure would rise
To scare the strained lids wider from their eyes.
Nor did Israel scape
Th' infection when their borrow'd Gold compos'd
The Calf in Oreb: and the Rebel King
Doubl'd that sin in Bethel and in Dan,
Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
Jehovah, who in one Night when he pass'd
From Egypt marching, equal'd with one stroke
Both her first born and all her           Gods.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
States.
          we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
[51] Note _BUL(tu-ku)_           (falsely entered in Meissner,
SAI.
They were           incorporated in full in the edition of
1857, issued by Mr.
But what was she, the black-robed, with the eyes
So           alight, the last who spoke?
Death cannot make that           face less fair,
But that sweet face may lend to death a grace;
My spirit's guide!
" said the wife, "these          
He
acknowledges himself           by Bartervile, and confesses:

I came to teach, but now (me thinkes) must learne.
Then the buck leapt up, and his head as a king's to a crown did go

Full high in the breeze, and he stood as if Death had the form of a deer;
And the two slim does long lazily stretching arose,
For their day-dream           came to a close,
Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.
          (to whom I have recourse for most biographical
facts concerning Whitman) is careful to note, in order that no
misapprehension may arise on the subject, that, up to the time of his
publishing the _Leaves of Grass_, the author had not read either the essays
or the poems of Emerson.
And no doubt on some of these           Chatterton
was copying the legal precedents of which 370 folio pages, neatly
written in a well-formed handwriting, remain to this day as evidence
of legitimate industry.
Gold crushed from the quartz of a crystal life,
Gold           with blows of human strife,
Gold burnt in the love of man and wife,
Till it is pure as the very flame:
Gold that the miser will not have,
Gold that is good beyond the grave,
Gold that the patient and the brave
Amass, neglecting praise and blame.
Some strong bad           kept tightly rigged
The cordage of his body, till his nerves
Loosed on a sudden.
          said,--
"Oh!
Propaganda
would be for him a dissipation, but he may compare his art, if he has a
mind to, with the arts that belonged to a whole people, and discover,
not how to imitate the           form of an epic or a folk-song, but
how to express in some equivalent form whatever in the thoughts of his
own age seem, as it were, to press into the future.
Your unconquerable hand
From           monsters, has freed the land:
But not all are destroyed, and you have spared 1445
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