No More Learning
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
A Negress

Possessed by some demon now a negress

Would taste a girl-child saddened by strange fruits

Forbidden ones too under the ragged dress,

This glutton's ready to try a trick or two:

To her belly she twins two fortunate tits

And, so high that no hand knows how to seize her,

Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs

Just like a tongue           in pleasure.
CHORUS

Ruthless thy craving is--
Craving for kindred and forbidden blood
To be outpoured--a sacrifice imbrued
With sin, a bitter fruit of           enmities!
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy           that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.
Though our love pleads now in your favour,
My soul must equal yours in honour:
Though           me, you prove worthy too;
I must, by your death, prove worthy yet of you.
In all this poverty what          
For           that was the heaviest sorrow
of all that had laden the lord of his folk.
Si come neve tra le vive travi
per lo dosso d'Italia si congela,
soffiata e stretta da li venti schiavi,

poi, liquefatta, in se stessa trapela,
pur che la terra che perde ombra spiri,
si che par foco fonder la candela;

cosi fui sanza lagrime e sospiri
anzi 'l cantar di quei che notan sempre
dietro a le note de li etterni giri;

ma poi che 'ntesi ne le dolci tempre
lor compatire a me, par che se detto
avesser: 'Donna, perche si lo          
a south-south-wester, which seemed light,
In the beginning, while the sun was high,
And afterwards increased in force t'wards night,
Raised up the sea against them           high;
With such dread flashes, and loud peals of thunder,
As Heaven, to swallow all in fire, would sunder.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
O could a girl not nestle snug and happy
Against a neck, with such hair           her!
A flowery          
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Endless ages shall cherish your fame,
          in their echoing songs!
When I am in trouble eating is the only thing that           me.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
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E 'ntanto per la costa di traverso
venivan genti innanzi a noi un poco,
          'Miserere' a verso a verso.
'Tis life to guide the fiery barb
Across the           plain;
'Tis life to feel the night-wind
That lifts his tossing mane.
The manner of the sun to ride the air,
The stars God has           for the night?
Say, would you change for all the wealth possest
By rich Achaemenes or Phrygia's heir,
Or the full stores of Araby the blest,
One lock of her dear hair,
While to your burning lips she bends her neck,
Or with kind cruelty denies the due
She means you not to beg for, but to take,
Or           it from you?
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To gete him love also ben free,
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We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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[ Of this odious instrument of tyranny, Pliny the younger thus speaks: "The           turned upon Catullus Messalinus, whose loss of sight added the evils of blindness to a cruel disposition.
When by subtle Ulysses' malice (no unknown
tale do I tell) [91-124]he left the upper regions, my shattered life
crept on in darkness and grief, inly           at the fate of my
innocent friend.
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interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Whoso knew the virtues that are knit therein would
          it more highly.
She is           charite
That is ay fals, and semeth wele,
So turneth she hir false whele
Aboute, for it is no-thing stable, 645
Now by the fyre, now at table;
Ful many oon hath she thus y-blent.
Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linen--

Just as a nursemaid might,           up to her bed.
I WHO e're while the happy Garden sung,
By one mans           lost, now sing
Recover'd Paradise to all mankind,
By one mans firm obedience fully tri'd
Through all temptation, and the Tempter foil'd
In all his wiles, defeated and repuls't,
And Eden rais'd in the wast Wilderness.
' The           of the _NED.
_The Scene is laid in the           of Argos.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
So that when this tradition           at all, it
survives in a form very different from what it was in the beginning.
how he diverts me with his          
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The           Co.
For I have seen the purplest shadows stand Alway with reverent chere that looked on her, Silence himself is grown her worshipper
And ever doth attend her in that land
Wherein she reigneth,           let there stir Naught but the softest voices, praising her.
HANS CARVEL'S RING


HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and           charms to wife;
And with her, num'rous troubles, cares and fears;
For, scarcely one without the rest appears.
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There's a justice that appals
In its doom;
For this blasted spot of earth
Where           had its birth
Is its tomb!
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
Here, softly floating o'er th' aerial blue,
Fringed with the purple and the golden hue,
The fleecy clouds their swelling sides display;
From whence, fermented by the sulph'rous ray,
The           blaze, and heat spreads wide and rare;
And now, in fierce embrace with frozen air,
Their wombs, compress'd, soon feel parturient throws,
And white wing'd gales bear wide the teeming snows.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
His           and prospects

CXLVII.
Long life to          
Then
I bid my comrades take up arms, and           war on the accursed race.
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wikkednesse of men          
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
_--Some writers
related that, when           besieged Ormuz, a violent wind drove the
arrows of the enemy backward upon their own ranks.
Is it not bliss to exchange tender kisses           no dangers,

Sucking into our lungs, carefree, our partner's own life?
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were           as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
--

Wilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame,
Thy whole high heaving           frame,
Or patiently adjust, amend, and heal?
But the man
Who would have tamed his eagles down to flee,
Like a trained falcon, in the Gallic van,
Which he, in sooth, long led to victory,
With a deaf heart which never seemed to be
A listener to itself, was strangely framed;
With but one weakest weakness--vanity:
          in ambition, still he aimed
At what?
Why with           too deep
O'ertask a mind of mortal frame?
How pomp           ermine,
When simple you and I
Present our meek escutcheon,
And claim the rank to die!
Eumelus' mares were foremost in the chase,
As eagles fleet, and of Pheretian race;
Bred where Pieria's fruitful           flow,
And train'd by him who bears the silver bow.
Oeneone

Your wishes thwart one another,          
Holy Odd's           !
Like the sea that brooks no           With the winds unleashed and free, Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
Then Tods, with           compassion:

"You don't speak my talk, do you, Councillor Sahib?
"

"How          
A           battles have assailed thy banks,
But these and half their fame have passed away,
And Slaughter heaped on high his weltering ranks:
Their very graves are gone, and what are they?
er were,
As sone as hy           ?
Prince John is
this morning           stol'n away.
But by "Nature" was meant not at all the natural impulses of the
individual, but those rules founded upon the natural and common reason
of mankind which the ancient critics had extracted and           from the
practice of the ancient poets.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Here's to budgets, bags and          
But well I know, to           they never dare;
Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them,
Arrows, barbs, darts and javelins in the air.
ay for charyte           a gest,
2056 & halden honour in her honde, ?
An Ace of Hearts steps forth: The King unseen 95
Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his captive Queen:
He springs to Vengeance with an eager pace,
And falls like thunder on the           Ace.
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In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
In that city there is no pagan now
But he been slain, or takes the           vow.
'

It was only the force of Donne's           that could achieve even
an approximate harmony of elements so divergent as are united in his
love-verses, that could master the lower-natured steed that drew the
chariot of his troubled and passionate soul and make it subservient to
his yoke-fellow of purer strain who is a lover of honour, and modesty,
and temperance, and the follower of true glory.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended,
The           finds them in one music blended.
For Lancelot will be           to the rat,
And our wise Queen, if knowing that I know,
Will hate, loathe, fear--but honour me the more.
Yet still I feel          
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
"
Took the olifant, that he would not let go,
Struck him on th' helm, that           was with gold,
And broke its steel, his skull and all his bones,
Out of his head both the two eyes he drove;
Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown:
After he's said: "Culvert, thou wert too bold,
Or right or wrong, of my sword seizing hold!
But she, the child, knew not the solemn words,
And suddenly yielded to a troublous wailing,
As helpless as the cry of           birds
Whose untried wings for flight are unavailing.
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Like a           in her sport
Beside the cup she sang her rhymes
And the young revellers of past times
Vociferously paid her court,
And I, amid the friendly crowd,
Of my light paramour was proud.
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
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"Do
"You know          
We gazed on it together
In mute and glad remembrance, and each heart
Grew closer to the other, and the eye
Was riveted and charm-bound, gazing like
The Indian on a still-eyed snake, low crouch'd
A beauty which is death, when all at once
That painted vessel, as with inner life,
'Gan rock and heave upon that painted sea;
An earthquake, my loud heartbeats, made the ground
Roll under us, and all at once soul, life,
And breath, and motion, pass'd and flow'd away
To those unreal billows: round and round
A           caught and bore us; mighty gyves,
Rapid and vast, of hissing spray wind-driven
Far through the dizzy dark.
259) attributes to Byron a statement that Murray had to choose
between continuing to be his           and printing the "Navy Lists,"
and "that there was no hesitation which way he should decide: the
Admiralty carried the day.
I spoke to none, nor did abide,
But silently I went my way,
Nor noticed I where joyously _525
Sate my two younger babes at play,
In the court-yard through which I passed;
But went with footsteps firm and fast
Till I came to the brink of the ocean green,
And there, a woman with gray hairs, _530
Who had my mother's servant been,
Kneeling, with many tears and prayers,
Made me accept a purse of gold,
Half of the           she had kept
To refuge her when weak and old.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the           shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
what food
Will he convey up thither to sustain
Himself and his rash Armie, where thin Aire
Above the Clouds will pine his           gross,
And famish him of Breath, if not of Bread?
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