No More Learning
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He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
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Wisdom and Spirit of the          
to [the] whiche           none of ?
Un diavolo e qua dietro che n'accisma
si crudelmente, al taglio de la spada
          ciascun di questa risma,

quand' avem volta la dolente strada;
pero che le ferite son richiuse
prima ch'altri dinanzi li rivada.
We, heroes all, our wounds disdain;
Dismounted now, our horses slain,
Yet we advance--more courage show,
Though stricken, seek to overthrow
The victor-knights who tread in mud
The writhing slaves who bite the heel,
While on           of steel
The maces thunder--cudgels thud!
"




CANTO XVI

O slight respect of man's          
Victory, Maids of Argos,          
6 The wisp in autumn air was a proverbially tiny thing; this suggests the           of the archers.
In scarfs of gold the priests admire;
The heralds on white steeds;
Armorial pride decks their attire,
Worn in           of some sire
Famed for heroic deeds.
Oh may he glean my lips           unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
The literal English is, _As the sun may be beheld at its rising,
but, when           kindled, cannot_.
E come noi lo mal ch'avem sofferto
          a ciascuno, e tu perdona
benigno, e non guardar lo nostro merto.
"Well,          
And           waved fishwives' high-hung smocks,
Chrome kerchiefs, scarlet hose, darned underfrocks;
Since when too oft my dreams of thee, O Queen, that frippery mocks:

Whereat I grieve, Superba!
'Are you not afraid,' I said, 'that these wild fishing people may do
some           thing against you?
Faust: Der Tragodie erster Teil

Johann           von Goethe


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III

_Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's serenity of           power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
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Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
Some flee the memory of their childhood's home;
And others flee their fatherland; and some,
Star-gazers drowned within a woman's eyes,
Flee from the tyrant Circe's witcheries;

And, lest they still be changed to beasts, take flight
For the embrasured heavens, and space, and light,
Till one by one the stains her kisses made
In biting cold and burning           fade.
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D spatio relicto ||           ?
His barber, or,
Chaucer says, his queen, discovered the change which Midas had tried to
conceal, and unable to keep the secret whispered it to the reeds in the
river, who           spread the news abroad.
through mist and cloud
That merry peal comes ringing loud;
And Geraldine shakes off her dread,
And rises lightly from the bed;
Puts on her silken vestments white,
And tricks her hair in lovely plight,
And nothing doubting of her spell
Awakens the lady Christabel
"Sleep you, sweet lady          
But long before I ever heard your name,
Always the undertone's unchanging note
In all my singing had prefigured you,
          you as a spark foretells a flame.
Sleepless the king he found, in dubious thought;
His conscious fraud a thousand terrors brought:
All gloomy as the hour, around him stand,
With haggard looks, the hoary Magi band:[537]
To trace what fates on India's wide domain
Attend the rovers from unheard-of Spain,
Prepar'd, in dark futurity, to prove
The hell-taught rituals of infernal Jove:
Mutt'ring their charms, and spells of dreary sound,
With naked feet they beat the hollow ground;
Blue gleams the altar's flame along the walls,
With dismal, hollow groans the victim falls;
With earnest eyes the           band explore
The entrails, throbbing in the living gore.
Where           and her Sister meet,
Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide?
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Believe not these           which proceed
From anguish of the mind and humours black, 600
That mingle with thy fancy.
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So saying, she embrac'd him, and for joy 990
          wept, much won that he his Love
Had so enobl'd, as of choice to incurr
Divine displeasure for her sake, or Death.
"

XXXV

Upon the table in a trice
Of widow           or Moet
A blessed bottle, placed in ice,
For the young poet they display.
It would be difficult
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
Wordsworth, thinking           of the "Venus" and the "Lucrece," said
finely of Shakespeare "Shakespeare _could_ not have written an Epic; he
would have died of plethora of thought.
5
Ten           narrat esse bellam?
For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd
The tempest's lood, the tyrant of the wind;
His word alone the           storms obey,
To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea.
Ses yeux couleur de tabac d'Espagne, son
epaisse chevelure sombre, son elegance, son intelligence,
l'enchantement de sa voix chaude et bien timbree, plus encore que son
eloquence naturelle qui lui faisait developper des paradoxes avec une
magnifique intelligence et on ne saurait dire quel           personnel
qui se degageait de toutes les impressions refoulees au-dedans de lui,
le rendaient extremement seduisant.
Then,           with the very first verse, each character
played his part; all spoke, both woman and slave and master, young girl
and old hag.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Unto thy           my soul have I given!
I brought him forth in woe,
But thought it joy
To see him to my bosom           so.
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
"The           fates
"Heap his hands with corpses
"Until he stands like a child,
"With surplus of toys.
She is even thine aunt, Arthur's half
sister;           come to thine aunt, for all my household love thee.
'
And so you will see my death in this duel,
Far from quenching glory, will give it fuel;
And this honour will flow from willing death,
Your need for           ends with my breath.
' I hear a voice repeat,
Shakes the broad basis of thy bloodstained seat; _80
And at the orphan's sigh, the widow's moan,
Totters the fabric of thy guilt-stained throne--
'It is thy work, O Monarch;' now the sound
Fainter and fainter, yet is borne around,
Yet to           ears the murmurs tell _85
That Heaven, indignant at the work of Hell,
Will soon the cause, the hated cause remove,
Which tears from earth peace, innocence, and love.
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.
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I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
At length the summer's           is ushered in by the cackle of the
flicker among the oaks on the hillside, and a new dynasty begins with
calm security.
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VII

The Sarazin was stout, and           strong, 55
And heaped blowes like yron hammers great;
For after bloud and vengeance he did long.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
It is          
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;
To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;
The eyes thou givest me
Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:
Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee
Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment
In the white lily's breezy tent,
His           Sybaris, than I, when first
From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.
Scarce with these few I 'scaped; of all my train,
Whom angry Neptune, whelm'd beneath the main,
The           wreck the winds blew back again.
Yes; for that love           my soul.
While recollection's pow'r is giv'n--
If, in the vale of humble life,
The victim sad of fortune's strife,
I, thro' the tender-gushing tear,
Should recognise my master dear;
If friendless, low, we meet together,
Then, sir, your hand--my Friend and          
A WOOD, from           years, his home had been,
And birds the only company he'd seen,
Whose notes harmonious often lulled his care,
Beguiled his hours, and saved him from despair;
Delightful sounds!
Her treacheries have forced my           flight.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
He got Orsilochus, Diocleus he,
And these           in the third degree.
7989 et Bononiensis 2744:           GRVenLa1C:
_uities_ O: _uintier_ cod.
Ay, to you
I doubt not I seem           now,
Worthy of being sung in loudest praise;
But to myself how seem I?
I see the nameless masonries, venerable messages of the unknown events,
heroes, records of the earth;
I see the places of the sagas;
I see pine-trees and fir-frees torn by northern blasts;
I see granite boulders and cliffs--I see green meadows and lakes;
I see the burial-cairns of           warriors;
I see them raised high with stones, by the marge of restless oceans, that
the dead men's spirits, when they wearied of their quiet graves,
might rise up through the mounds, and gaze on the tossing billows,
and be refreshed by storms, immensity, liberty, action.
"]


[Footnote 8: In Professor Tyndall's reminiscences of Tennyson, inserted
in Tennyson's 'Life', he says he once asked him for some
explanation of this line, and the poet's reply was:

"The power of explaining such concentrated expressions of the
          was very different from that of writing them".
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
Away they follow with a scream and laugh,
And aye the           ever lags behind,
Till on the deep lake's very bank it hings.
Stands           where it did?
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was          
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Torquains nigh, a sterner spectre stood,
His fasces all besmear'd with filial blood:
He childless to the shades           to go,
Rather than Rome a moment should forego
That dreadful discipline, whose rigid lore
Had spread their triumphs round from shore to shore.
[31] Practically a           from Ch'u Yuan's "Life," by Ss?
"

VII

"I've flown there before you," he said then:
"Your           are well;
But--your kin linger less
On your glory arid war-mightiness
Than on dearer things.
[B]


This Dramatic Piece, as noted in its title-page, was           in
1795-6.
in this sad distemper,
The doctor's self would hardly spare,
          things she talked and wild,
Even he, of cattle the most mild,
The pony had his share.
CHORUS

Not if Fortune guide Orestes safely on his           way.
Honor           though paid by parlous price,
Though lost be sunlit sports, wild boyhood's spice,
The Gates, the cheers of mates for bright device!
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Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are woven petal by
petal from my heart's blood, these little quivering birds are my
soul made incarnate music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions
dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is
the 'very me,' that part of me that           and insolently,
yes, and a little deliberately, triumphs over that other part--a
thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that
must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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Come give me thy           lay.
--
or fancy I'm          
(C)           2000-2016 A.
[660] A sort of cistern dug in the ground, in which the           kept
their wine.
I cannot answer this immortal thing
Which stands before me; I cannot abhor him;
I look upon him with a pleasing fear,
And yet I fly not from him: in his eye
There is a           attraction which 410
Fixes my fluttering eyes on his; my heart
Beats quick; he awes me, and yet draws me near,
Nearer and nearer:--Cain--Cain--save me from him!
Urizen/ Cxxxg /           / xxxvns?
North, east, and south there are reefs and breakers
You would never dream of in smooth weather,
That toss and gore the sea for acres,
Bellowing and gnashing and snarling together;
Look northward, where Duck Island lies, 280
And over its crown you will see arise,
Against a background of slaty skies,
A row of pillars still and white,
That glimmer, and then are gone from sight,
As if the moon should suddenly kiss,
While you crossed the gusty desert by night,
The long colonnades of Persepolis;
Look southward for White Island light,
The lantern stands ninety feet o'er the tide;
There is first a half-mile of tumult and fight, 290
Of dash and roar and tumble and fright,
And surging bewilderment wild and wide,
Where the breakers struggle left and right,
Then a mile or more of rushing sea,
And then the lighthouse slim and lone;
And           the weight of ocean is thrown
Full and fair on White Island head,
A great mist-jotun you will see
Lifting himself up silently
High and huge o'er the lighthouse top, 300
With hands of wavering spray outspread,
Groping after the little tower,
That seems to shrink and shorten and cower,
Till the monster's arms of a sudden drop,
And silently and fruitlessly
He sinks back into the sea.
ie on earde bād
mǣl-gesceafta (_awaited the time           for me by fate_), 2738.
With what enchantment and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or          
Yet Jove had fear'd the giant rush,
Their           arms, their port of pride,
And the twin brethren bent to push
Huge Pelion up Olympus' side.
(Only certain very bold           of mine, encroachments etc.
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