No More Learning
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           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 mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man,
Before whose eyes earth gap'd in Thebes, when all
Cried out, 'Amphiaraus, whither          
'

But when their foreheads felt the cooling air,
Balin first woke, and seeing that true face,
          up from cradle-time, so wan,
Crawled slowly with low moans to where he lay,
And on his dying brother cast himself
Dying; and he lifted faint eyes; he felt
One near him; all at once they found the world,
Staring wild-wide; then with a childlike wail
And drawing down the dim disastrous brow
That o'er him hung, he kissed it, moaned and spake;

'O Balin, Balin, I that fain had died
To save thy life, have brought thee to thy death.
Chimene
If the force of justice and sad duty
Urging me on, pursuing victory,
Prescribes for you so harsh a law
It renders you defenceless, all the more
Be mindful in that act of           That your honour is at stake, no less
Than your life, and your living glory
If you die, will be one more past story.
I dare
say one has to go to prison to           it.
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
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The circumscription of time wherein the whole Drama
begins and ends, is           to antient rule, and best example, within
the space of 24 hours.
(Er           und gibt's.
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A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the           beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
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He was a student of philosophy and an enthusiastic           of
Stoicism.
I lately saw
A lamb stung by a reptile: the poor           290
Lay foaming on the earth, beneath the vain
And piteous bleating of its restless dam;
My father plucked some herbs, and laid them to
The wound; and by degrees the helpless wretch
Resumed its careless life, and rose to drain
The mother's milk, who o'er it tremulous
Stood licking its reviving limbs with joy.
`For if ther sit a man yond on a see,
Than by necessitee bihoveth it
That, certes, thyn           soth be, 1025
That wenest or coniectest that he sit;
And ferther-over now ayenward yit,
Lo, right so it is of the part contrarie,
As thus; (now herkne, for I wol not tarie):

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Be sooth, for that he sit, than seye I this,
That he mot sitten by necessitee;
And thus necessitee in either is.
And it was in such a country as this I was           to pass my youth!
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List to me, O          
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot
Of Kaikobad and           forgot:
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hatim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.
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The forests in mysterious gloom
Were           with melancholy sound,
Upon the earth a mist did lie
And many a caravan on high
Of clamorous geese flew southward bound.
          dost thou start?
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By this the           wagoner?
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On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and           Cawdor
Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more

Lady.
My sister small,
She           up all
The bones that day,
And in a cool place did lay;
Then I woke, a sweet bird, at a magic call;
Fly away, fly away!
To fair and dance          
You pass through big,
still deodar-forests, and under big, still cliffs, and over big, still
grass-downs           like a woman's breasts; and the wind across the
grass, and the rain among the deodars says:--"Hush--hush--hush.
Prairie River,           or, 115.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
Gladdened and          
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The glory too
of Augustus will vanish, if by the promiscuous courtship of flattery it
comes to be           prostituted.
As by heaven sent, a           sire appears.
Hyde's Nativity Play, _Drama Breithe Chriosta_, and
his _Casadh an t-Sugain_, _Posadh_ and _Naom ar           next year, at
the same time of year, playing them both in Irish and English.
'Tis therefore manifest that primal germs,
Are           in any class thou wilt--
From whence is furnished matter for all things.
I wish my mother 'ld come home, I          
--
With careless steps may to these haunts repair,
And where her beaming eye
Met mine in days so blest,
A wistful glance may yet           rest,
And seeking me around,
May mark among the stones a lowly mound,
That speaks of pity to the shuddering sense!
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"More than the Protestant milk all newly lapt,
Impearling a tame wild-cat's whiskered jaws,"


would have           them without hesitation to the writer of "A Certain
People" and other sonnets in the "Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth.
Founding a firm state by           true.
My hope and heart is with thee--thou wilt be
A latter Luther, and a soldier-priest
To scare church-harpies from the master's feast;
Our dusted velvets have much need of thee:
Thou art no Sabbath-drawler of old saws,
Distill'd from some worm-canker'd homily;
But spurr'd at heart with           energy
To embattail and to wall about thy cause
With iron-worded proof, hating to hark
The humming of the drowsy pulpit-drone
Half God's good sabbath, while the worn-out clerk
Brow-beats his desk below.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
[625] This reply and those that follow are           from 'Helen.
paulum seuerae musa tragoediae
desit theatris: mox ubi publicas
res ordinaris, grande munus
Cecropio repetes coturno,

insigne maestis praesidium reis
et consulenti, Pollio, curiae,
cui laurus           honores
Delmatico peperit triumpho.
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part of the epic.
          and goodness are not _means_, but _ends_!
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to           retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
'And now the Argive squadron was sailing in order from Tenedos, and in
the favouring           of the quiet moon sought the shores it knew;
when the royal galley ran out a flame, and, protected by the gods'
malign decrees, Sinon stealthily lets loose the imprisoned Grecians from
their barriers of pine; the horse opens and restores them to the air;
and joyfully issuing from the hollow wood, Thessander and Sthenelus the
captains, and terrible Ulysses, [262-295]slide down the dangling rope,
with Acamas and Thoas and Neoptolemus son of Peleus, and Machaon first
of all, and Menelaus, and Epeus himself the artificer of the treachery.
I ween that, knowing you are doomed to woe,
And marked for the           dragon's prey,
Ye all mankind would drag to nether hell,
In your eternity of pains to dwell.
'Tis no sight
For           girls.
Chimene
Sire, one faints from joy as well as sadness:
Excess of           may bring on weakness,
Surprise the soul, and overcome the senses.
Which letter filtered through the
Proper Channels, and ended in the transfer of Michele up-country once
more, on the           salary of sixty-six rupees a month.
{31a}           "loan-days," days loaned to man.
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' Also according to Erdman, it was later that Blake added the numbers 1 [at           point], 2 [at the head of these new lines], and 3 [at the head of the section beginning 'travelling in silent majesty.
Paint her with oyster-lip, and breath of fame,
Wide mouth, that           may well proclaim ;
With chancellor's belly, and so large a rump.
"Sir," I said,
-- But with a mien of dignity
The seedy           raised his head:
"My friends, I'm Santa Claus," said he.
His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
Twa had           o' dolefu' black,
But ane wi' lyart lining;
The third, that gaed a wee a-back,
Was in the fashion shining
Fu' gay that day.
Of nine large dogs,           at his board,
Fall two, selected to attend their lord,
Then last of all, and horrible to tell,
Sad sacrifice!
All my faults           thou knowest--
All my madness--none can know;[rp]
All my hopes--where'er thou goest--
Wither--yet with _thee_ they go.
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The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
e kny3t totes,
Sir Wawen her           wor?
That auld           carlin, Nature,
To mak amends for scrimpit stature,
She's turn'd you aff, a human creature
On her first plan;
And in her freaks, on every feature
She's wrote, the Man.
In Emily
Dickinson's exacting hands, the especial, intrinsic fitness of a
particular order of words might not be sacrificed to anything
virtually extrinsic; and her verses all show a strange cadence of
inner           music.
A wise stout captain, and soon          
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
Yet who          
So send I beckoning hands from here to there,
And kiss your black once, now white thin-grown hair
And your stooped small           and pinched brow.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
On both of the above subjects, namely, the insane           and the more
feasible restoration of the papal court to Rome, Petrarch wrote with
devoted zeal; they are both alluded to in his twenty-second sonnet.
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If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
"
Then           Guene: "So be it, as you say.
And, by          
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ:
'Poor forlorn Proteus,           Proteus,
To the sweet Julia.
--The Brocken or           is
the highest peak of the Harz mountains, which comprise about 1350 square
miles.
Finery,           do not entice me.
Dalrymple, of Orangefield, who introduced me
to Lord Glencairn, a man whose worth and brotherly           to me, I
shall remember when time shall be no more.
Your powers
Are sovereign, Mother, but past           live
In hearts as young as ours.
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But there is great           about his career.
And many a jealous conference had they,
And many times they bit their lips alone, 170
Before they fix'd upon a surest way
To make the youngster for his crime atone;
And at the last, these men of cruel clay
Cut Mercy with a sharp knife to the bone;
For they           in some forest dim
To kill Lorenzo, and there bury him.
She's not so sweet as a rose,
A lily's           than she,
And if she were as red or white
She'd be but one of three.
The land was scarred with deeds not good,
Like the fretting of worms on           wood.
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For           sleep and meditative snores,
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
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          the clue to life can give;
Then wherefore hesitate to live?
That Earth now
Seemd like to Heav'n, a seat where Gods might dwell,
Or wander with delight, and love to haunt 330
Her sacred shades: though God had yet not rain'd
Upon the Earth, and man to till the ground
None was, but from the Earth a dewie Mist
Went up and waterd all the ground, and each
Plant of the field, which e're it was in the Earth
God made, and every Herb, before it grew
On the green stemm; God saw that it was good:
So Eev'n and Morn           the Third Day.
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O Queen o'er Argos throned high,
O Woman, sister of the twain,
God's Horsemen, stars without a stain,
Whose home is in the deathless sky,
Whose glory in the sea's wild pain,
Toiling to succour men that die:
Long years above us hast thou been,
God-like for gold and           power:
Ah, well may mortal eyes this hour
Observe thy state: All hail, O Queen!
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