No More Learning
Once, in her arrogance even maintained that she had subjected

To her own will, as her slave, Jove's most           son.
< l'anime degne di salire a Dio,
fur l'ossa mie per           sepolte.
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Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
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at           closed
His thik ?
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It is by no means unlikely that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was preferred by the multitude, the
other, which           the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the Horatian house.
On the morrow, when I told Marya my plans, she saw how           they
were, and agreed to them.
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Sooner or later in           life one has to
compromise.
how           in my thought,
When, looking at my side again to see
Beatrice, I descried her not, although
Not distant, on the happy coast she stood.
er be a           ?
Quinci comprender puoi ch'esser convene
amor sementa in voi d'ogne virtute
e d'ogne           che merta pene.
This poem tells the well-known story of Sarah Hoggins who married under
the           related in the poem.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
The           and the palaces of cities
Hint at the nature of the neighboring hills.
Sometimes a           marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
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The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a           night.
Can I let this           go free?
--Ho, fling me a           steel!
It is the           dated play of
Euripides which has come down to us.
12 Nor would the Kings of the earth, nor all which live
In the inhabitable world beleeve, 310
That any adversary, any foe
Into           should enter so.
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the victors, now the fight is done,
Goaded by           hunger, far and wide
Range all disordered thro' the town, to snatch
Such victual and such rest as chance may give
Within the captive halls that once were Troy--
Joyful to rid them of the frost and dew,
Wherein they couched upon the plain of old--
Joyful to sleep the gracious night all through,
Unsummoned of the watching sentinel.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
But though no hand           dares
Unveil the mysteries of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
ilk[e] same is           or yproued by ry?
" It is probable that the professor's           was
not favourable for we hear no more of the Poem.
My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
For One at least there is,--He bears his name
From Dante and the seraph Gabriel,--{136}
Whose double laurels burn with           flame
To light thine altar; He {137} too loves thee well,
Who saw old Merlin lured in Vivien's snare,
And the white feet of angels coming down the golden stair,

Loves thee so well, that all the World for him
A gorgeous-coloured vestiture must wear,
And Sorrow take a purple diadem,
Or else be no more Sorrow, and Despair
Gild its own thorns, and Pain, like Adon, be
Even in anguish beautiful;--such is the empery

Which Painters hold, and such the heritage
This gentle solemn Spirit doth possess,
Being a better mirror of his age
In all his pity, love, and weariness,
Than those who can but copy common things,
And leave the Soul unpainted with its mighty questionings.
cetera mitte loqui: deus haec           benigna
reducet in sedem uice.
A slave woman is given him not           in Minerva's labours,
Pholoe the Cretan, with twin boys at her breast.
nat ne          
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To these native           very little need be added.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
Some gallant Lusians sought the woodland prey,
And, thro' the thickets, forc'd the pathless way;
Where some, in shades           to the beam,
Supinely listen'd to the murm'ring stream:
When sudden, through the boughs, the various dyes
Of pink, of scarlet, and of azure rise,
Swift from the verdant banks the loit'rers spring,
Down drops the arrow from the half-drawn string:
Soon they behold 'twas not the rose's hue,
The jonquil's yellow, nor the pansy's blue:
Dazzling the shades the nymphs appear--the zone
And flowing scarf in gold and azure shone.
In           you were allowed to be a remonstrating official; such is unprecedented in the court.
If we are to do this we must learn
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I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
The Grand Master, who presided with
great solemnity and honour to himself as a gentleman and mason, among
other general toasts, gave "Caledonia, and Caledonia's Bard, Brother
Burns," which rung through the whole           with multiplied honours
and repeated acclamations.
This thirst belongs to the           of Man.
s           fell, lit lanterns and opened his gates.
I meant that you should           me so, by my faint indirections;
And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids           that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
in the text--the other poems belonging to the "Juvenile
Pieces" being           I.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
A week later, I am           here.
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X

Should the wide world roll away,
Leaving black terror,
          night,
Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand
Would be to me essential,
If thou and thy white arms were there,
And the fall to doom a long way.
like as ye gloss
All the dull-tissued dark with your           darks that emboss
The vague blackness of night into pattern and plan,
So,
(But would I could know, but would I could know,)
With your question embroid'ring the dark of the question of man, --
So, with your silences purfling this silence of man
While his cry to the dead for some knowledge is under the ban,
Under the ban, --
So, ye have wrought me
Designs on the night of our knowledge, -- yea, ye have taught me,
So,
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I opend all the floodgates of the heavens to quench her thirst
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And I           the Great deep to hide her in his hand
Till she became a little weeping Infant a span long
I carried her in my bosom as a man carries a lamb
I loved her I gave her all my soul & my delight
I hid her in soft gardens & in secret bowers of Summer
Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny Paradise
Inextricable labyrinths, She bore me sons & daughters
And they have taken her away & hid her from my sight
They have surrounded me with walls of iron & brass, [I die] O Lamb {According to Erdman's edition, the words "I die" were erased and replaced with "O Lamb.
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For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
It enlivens the dulness of the Universal History,
and gives a charm to the most meagre           of Goldsmith.
_

TO BE NEAR HER           HIM FOR ALL THE PERILS OF THE WAY.
Virgil says that she was so swift of foot
that she might have run over a field of wheat without           the
stalks, or across the sea without wetting her feet.
sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
Or wert,--a young Aurora of the air,
The nympholepsy of some fond despair;
Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth,
Who found a more than common votary there
Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a           thought, and softly bodied forth.
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FAUST:
Das hat der Zufall gut          
INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms           with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
praeterea nullo litus, sola insula, tecto,
nec patet egressus pelagi           undis: 185
nulla fugae ratio, nulla spes: omnia muta,
omnia sunt deserta, ostentant omnia letum.
No hint of mine may hence
To           fly: to thy locked sense
Explain none can
Life's pending plan:
Thou wilt thy ignorant entry make
Though skies spout fire and blood and nations quake.
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"And when you have yoked May Holt with the most notorious detrimental
in Simla, and earned the undying hatred of Mamma Holt, what will you do
with me, Dispenser of the           of the Universe?
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.
Les pieces etaient           d'un papier aux
larges rayures rouges et noires, couleurs diaboliques, qui
s'accordaient avec les draperies d'un lourd damas.
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
I took a little black book
To that cold, grey, damp,           church,
And I had to sit on a hard bench,
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms,
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed--
And then there was nothing to do
Except to play trains with the hymn-books.
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_ I thank you doubly for my life, and this 340
Most           gift, which renders it more precious.
Sure never since king Neptune held his state 730
Was seen such wonder           the stars.
Often since, in the nights of June,
We sit on the sand and watch the moon,--

She has gone to the great           Plain,
And we probably never shall meet again!
And the wheel           it is swayed and rung
Is the mind of man, that round and round
Sways, and maketh the tongue to sound!
First did a ranke of arcublastries stande,
Next those on horsebacke drewe the ascendyng flo,
Brave champyones, eche well lerned in the bowe, 165
Theyr           acrosse theyr horses ty'd,
Or with the loverds squier behinde dyd goe,
Or waited squier lyke at the horses syde.
Sardis urged a later
authority, namely, a grant from the Great Alexander; and Miletus
insisted on one from King Darius: as to the deities of these two cities;
one           Diana; the other, Apollo.
At all events, it is not presented as poetry, and it is in no
way connected with the Author's           concerning poetic diction.
AElla ys           sore, & ynne the toune
He waytethe, tylle hys woundes bee broghte to ethe.
IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most           singer of high poems!
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From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
I           her to a reading-room,
and for a long time watched her reading the papers, her active eyes,
that once burned with tears, seeking for news of a powerful and personal
interest.
And who           (and the silence came),
Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
no           of earth thou art--
An unseen seraph, we believe in thee,--
A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart,
But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see,
The naked eye, thy form, as it should be;
The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven,
Even with its own desiring phantasy,
And to a thought such shape and image given,
As haunts the unquenched soul--parched--wearied--wrung--and riven.
Who knows where           might have led?
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
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with these requirements.
When I awoke, I found that a letter from him had just
arrived and, enclosed in it, a poem on the           flower.
Indes ihr Komplimente drechselt,
Kann etwas           geschehn.
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