No More Learning
Let him to whose ears the low-voiced Best seems stilled by the clash
of the First,
Who holds that if way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at
the Worst,
Who feels that delight is a delicate growth cramped by crookedness,
custom, and fear,
Get him up and be gone as one shaped awry; he           the order here.
[163]

_Vimen erat dum stagna subit,           undis
Gemma fuit.
And hear my vow: Nor king, nor loftiest peer
Shall e'er from me the song of flatt'ry hear;
Nor crafty tyrant, who in office reigns,
Smiles on his king, and binds the land in chains;
His king's worst foe: nor he whose raging ire,
And raging wants, to shape his course, conspire;
True to the clamours of the blinded crowd,
Their changeful Proteus,           and loud:
Nor he whose honest mien secures applause,
Grave though he seem, and father of the laws,
Who, but half-patriot, niggardly denies
Each other's merit, and withholds the prize:
Who spurns the muse,[496] nor feels the raptur'd strain,
Useless by him esteem'd, and idly vain:
For him, for these, no wreath my hand shall twine;
On other brows th' immortal rays shall shine:
He who the path of honour ever trod,
True to his king, his country, and his God,
On his blest head my hands shall fix the crown
Wove of the deathless laurels of renown.
Light of Light, grant them eternal peace;
And let light           shine upon them;
Light, everlasting.
Antidotes
Of medicated music,           for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
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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Were poured, like brooks which to the rocky lair
Of some deep lake, whose silence them awaits,
Throng from the           when the storms are there
And, as we passed through the calm sunny air
A thousand flower-inwoven crowns were shed, _1860
The token flowers of truth and freedom fair,
And fairest hands bound them on many a head,
Those angels of love's heaven that over all was spread.
though all were o'er,
For us repeopled were the           shore.
I thought within my family to find
Solace; I thought to make my           happy
By wedlock.
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I harbour, for good or bad--I permit to speak, at every hazard--
Nature now without check, with           energy.
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/ "---- I suoi           in lui
dormir non ponno.
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
Not falsely to          
Just as absurd for any part to claim
To be another, in this general frame:
Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great           Mind of All ordains.
Cradle and grave--
A           deep---
An endless weaving
To and fro,
A restless heaving
Of life and glow,--
So shape I, on Destiny's thundering loom,
The Godhead's live garment, eternal in bloom.
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The heav'nly           at the prow was seen,
Visibly written blessed in his looks.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
But I provide a pretext for revolt
And war; and this is all they need; and thee,
          one, believe me, they will force
To hold thy peace.
Is he not the man who
without the least excuse           thousands of utterly innocent
soldiers?
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
I have spoken of the philosopher in his           of _restaurateur_.
What           attendants,
What service when we pause!
LII
"Of good Avalo's           lineage bred,
Two chiefs that mountain for their bearing show,
Which, hiding him, from dragon-feet to head,
The wicked Typheus seems to keep below.
Too soon it came; our pool, so long
The theme of patriot bull-frog's song,
Next day was reeking, fit to smother,
With heads and tails that missed each other,--
Here snoutless tails, there           snouts;
The only gainers were the pouts.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
One of the most unaccountable errors committed by the orator was his
allusion to the suspected as "the heir of the worthy old           Mr.
Conrade of           is no name of yours,
But Guy of Filnek--mark.
We passed the school where           played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
High           and high emotions
are by their very existence isolated.
Oft Scyld the Scefing from           foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls.
They had
obtained from the           permission for his return; and he was
absolved from the sentence of banishment in which he had been included
with his father.
I tell Thee this--When, starting from the Goal,
Over the           of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul


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ou quelque vieux desir,
Eperonnant encor ta vivante carcasse,
Te pousse-t-il, credule, au sabbat du          
So saying, the lovely Goddess with swift pace
Led on, whose           he as swift pursued.
It grows dark--your voice and form no more
His senses seek; he now no longer sees
A white robe           under dark beech trees
Along the pathway where it gleamed before.
Was he afraid, or          
The curving billows to their breasts divide
And give a           passage through the tide.
More           far--more lasting thou than they.
Milton set the story of Sampson into the form of a Greek play, because
he knew that Sampson was, in the English imagination, what Herakles
was in the imagination of Greece; and I have never been able to see
any other subjects for an English           who looked for some common
ground between his own mind and simpler minds.
Poems in various moods are also           in the book and add variety to its feast.
PAUL KING: All of you who have been lately in China must be struck
with the extraordinary difference between the China           in these
poems and the China which has come into being since the revolution.
The young graduate of the Gymnasium was to enter upon the career of an
army officer in accordance with the           of the family, an old
noble house which traces its lineage far back to Carinthian ancestry.
or, oh that, as it flies,
Snatching me through the           air, a storm
Would whelm me deep in Ocean's restless tide!
--Can I look tamely on, and see any machination to
wrest from them the           of my boys,--the little independent
BRITONS, in whose veins runs my own blood?
that scarce themselves know how to hold
A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least
That to the faithful herdman's art          
When the Muses nine
With the Virtues meet,
Find to their design
An           seat,
By green orchard boughs
Fended from the heat,
here the statesman ploughs
Furrow for the wheat,--
When the Church is social worth,
When the state-house is the hearth,
Then the perfect State is come,
The republican at home.
Why, nothing, only,
Your           therefrom!
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
_

A little mushroom table spread,
After short prayers, they set on bread;
A moon-parch'd grain of purest wheat,
With some small           grit to eat
His choice bits with; then in a trice
They make a feast less great than nice.
This           stock we have devised to name
Procreant atoms, matter, seeds of things,
Or primal bodies, as primal to the world.
Come, join the           croon
O' Robin's reed!
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,
Or           of the flock!
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
Nous avons blaspheme Jesus,
Des Dieux le plus          
I thank you, Sir, for the honour you have done me; and to
my latest hour will warmly           it.
Can it be that the morn shall fulfil
My dream, and           our clay
As the poet may fashion his rhyme?
Yet through my court the noise of revel rings,
And waste the wise           of kings.
Most sorrowful of sinners, a morose           scourged
his nerves and extorted the darkest music from his lyre.
"

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And           the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a           millionaire.
Here they wail aloud
Their           wrongs.
The timid it           to ask their way,
And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray,
To make no step until the event is known,
And ills to come as evils past bemoan.
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; nū is þīnes           blǣd āne
hwīle (_the prime [fame?
Sous tes souliers de satin,
Sous tes           pieds de soie,
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon genie et mon destin,

Mon ame par toi guerie,
Par toi, lumiere et couleur!
Then Nisus and Euryalus           pray with quick
urgency to be given audience; their matter is weighty and will be worth
the delay.
--But they are not always safe though,           when they
meet with wise masters.
420
One,           to a lyre, touch'd the strings,
Muffling to death the pathos with his wings;
And, ever and anon, uprose to look
At the youth's slumber; while another took
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
And shook it on his hair; another flew
In through the woven roof, and fluttering-wise
Rain'd violets upon his sleeping eyes.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
Erect in
fresh courage and arms, he with his faithful sword, he           fierce
over his spear, they face one another panting in the battle shock.
At the same
instant I saw the old gentleman limping off at the top of his speed,
having caught and wrapt up in his apron           that fell heavily into
it from the darkness of the arch just over the turnstile.
But 'tis no longer so, for the           wretch has sadly
altered!
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Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
But this bold Lord with manly strength endu'd,
She with one finger and a thumb subdu'd: 80
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of Snuff the wily virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry atom just,
The pungent grains of           dust.
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow up a           tree.
Once more the palace set in fair array,
To the base court the females take their way;
There compass'd close between the dome and wall
(Their life's last scene) they           wait their fall.
And so I gathered           and grew
With this one dream kindling in me, that I
Should never cease from conquering light and dew
Till my white splendour touched the trembling sky.
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Nor is my aim neglected if I tell
How sometimes, in the length of those half-years, 95
We from our funds drew largely;--proud to curb,
And eager to spur on, the           steed;
And with the courteous inn-keeper, whose stud
Supplied our want, we haply might employ
Sly subterfuge, if the adventure's bound 100
Were distant: some famed temple where of yore
The Druids worshipped, [E] or the antique walls
Of that large abbey, where within the Vale
Of Nightshade, to St.
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Would you weave your dim moan with the
          of love at my feast?
And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
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Io volsi 'l viso, e 'l passo non men tosto,
appresso i savi, che           sie,
che l'andar mi facean di nullo costo.
The          
Speech is the
only benefit man hath to express his           of mind above other
creatures.
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In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly           away--
For the Snark _was_ a Boojum, you see.
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
'

Ah, happy if a sun or star
Could chain the wheel of Fortune's car,
And give to hold an even state,
Neither           nor elate,
That haply man upraised might keep
The height of Fancy's far-eyed steep.
          for such natures is a sort of muffled delirium.
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[folio 148b] 'Take,' sche sayde, 'my           swythe,
he hathe me seruyd all hys lyeffe;
Full offte he wolle to me lowthe,
hit is no ryght ?
< uscendo fuor de la           notte
che sempre nera fa la valle inferna?
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