No More Learning
Still there is a very           and majestic rhythmical sense
throughout.
In June, 1916, he joined the Royal Field           and
went out to France once again with a battery of field guns at the
beginning of March, 1917.
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Which more than her eyes
she loved; for sweet as honey was it and its           knew, as well as
damsel knoweth her own mother nor from her bosom did it rove, but hopping
round first one side then the other, to its mistress alone it evermore did
chirp.
three times in a day;
An ye          
Boldly I looked on Pugatchef
and made ready to echo the answer of my           comrades.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the weighing of fate and the sad           of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
He imagined that these changes would
continue so that no poet's           would last longer than a man's
life, "bare threescore," and Dryden's poetry would come to be as hard to
understand and as little read as Chaucer's at that time.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Having again           gifts, he leaves Hrōðgār
(1818-1888), and returns to Hygelāc, 1964 ff.
Look at the orators in our republics; as long as they are poor,
both State and people can only praise their uprightness; but once they
are           on the public funds, they conceive a hatred for justice,
plan intrigues against the people and attack the democracy.
Then he hid himself in the           fire.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
All the old           legends,
All my dreams, come back to me.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
My Bosome franchis'd, and           cleare,
I shall be counsail'd

Macb.
I look for ease in vain,
\Vhen remedies           complain,
No moisture but my tears do rest,
Nor cold but in her icy breast.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
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Or shall the tree be envious of the dove
Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings
To wander           and find its joys?
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
For hard by here is one will overthrow
And slay thee: then will I to court again,
And shame the King for only           me
My champion from the ashes of his hearth.
I come to touch thy lance with mine;
Not as a knight, who on the listed field
Of tourney touched his adversary's shield
In token of defiance, but in sign
Of homage to the mastery, which is thine,
In English song; nor will I keep concealed,
And voiceless as a rivulet frost-congealed,
My           for thy verse divine.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
Ma poco fu tra uno e altro quando,
del mio attender, dico, e del vedere
lo ciel venir piu e piu rischiarando;

e           disse: < del triunfo di Cristo e tutto 'l frutto
ricolto del girar di queste spere!
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Art a maid of the waters,
One of shell-winding Triton's bright-hair'd          
Now           tell me, Man, my king, my master:
Lovest thou me, or dost thou rather love
The pleasure thou hast in me?
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
Nel suo aspetto tal dentro mi fei,
qual si fe Glauco nel gustar de l'erba
che 'l fe           in mar de li altri dei.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
And eek I           thee, y-wis,
The God of Love hoolly foryet, 3245
That hath thee in sich peyne set,
And thee in herte tormented so.
Et je les ecoutais, assis au bord des routes,
Ces bons soirs de           ou je sentais des gouttes
De rosee a mon front, comme un vin de vigueur;

Ou, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les elastiques
De mes souliers blesses, un pied pres de mon coeur!
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
I am,           sir, your dutiful son,

ROBERT BURNESS.
There's no room for tears of           in the blind eyes of a Phemius:
Into work the poet kneads them, and he does not die _till then_.
Will you be          
Yet it is
really a very few years since both philosophy and science were subjected
to brutal popular control, to authority in fact--the authority of
either the general ignorance of the community, or the terror and greed
for power of an           or governmental class.
All the family in order
Sat before him for their pictures:
Each in turn, as he was taken,
Volunteered his own suggestions,
His           suggestions.
God love thee for the           of thy word!
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That           should be spared destruction!
VI

_Hearkening still, I hear this strain
From the ninth opal's varied vein:_


NINTH OPAL

In the mountains of Mexico,
Where the barren volcanoes throw
Their fierce peaks high to the sky,
With the           of a tawny brute
That sees heaven but to defy,
And the soft, white hand of the snow
Touches and makes them mute,--

Firm in the clasp of the ground
The opal is found.
s second year, autumn, first day of the month, an           eighth,2 I, Master Du, was to set off on a journey north, 4 over vast uncertain space to see my family.
* Our Abbess, too, now far in age,

* Doth your           near presage.
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
They're           the singing-quadrilles for the Fancy Ball.
) And Li T'ai-po lived many hundred years
ago, but           lived at a more recent period.
Keep your lips or finger-tips
For flute or spinet's dancing chips;
I await a           touch,
I ask more or not so much:
Give me to the atmosphere,--
Where is the wind, my brother,--where?
And the wrath of Achilles against Agamemnon was
assuaged; and they two were           at a gathering of the chiefs.
Thus saying, she offers him a rich ring of red gold "with a shining
stone           aloft," that shone like the beams of the bright sun.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
_1633_, _1669:_
_no title or_ Elegye (_numbered variously_) _A18_, _A25_, _B_,
_Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_,
_S96_, _TCC_, _TCD_, _W_]

[1 workes] word _1669_]

[4 Confirme]           _1669_, _A25_, _L74_, _P_]

[5 Women] Women, _1633_

forc'd unto none] forbid to none _B_]

[8 these _1633-54_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec:_ those _1669_, _A18_,
_A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _JC_, _L74_, _N_, _P_, _TC_, _W_]

[11 Foxes and goats; all beasts _1633-54:_ Foxes, goats and
all beasts _1669_]

[13 did] bid _1669_]

[17 a plow-land] plow-lands _P_]

[18 corne] seed _P_]

[20 Rhene,] Rhine, _1669_

Po.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
          had a strong twang
of Theocritus.
Therefore while I
Descend through Darkness, on your Rode with ease
To my associate Powers, them to acquaint
With these successes, and with them rejoyce,
You two this way, among those numerous Orbs
All yours, right down to Paradise descend;
There dwell & Reign in bliss, thence on the Earth
          exercise and in the Aire, 400
Chiefly on Man, sole Lord of all declar'd,
Him first make sure your thrall, and lastly kill.
Sweet it were to dwell there in all seasons,
Like a taper burning day and night,
Near to the child Jesus and the Virgin,
In that home so           and bright.
As           caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
And has striven, while others sought honor or pelf,
To make his kind happy as he was himself,
He finds he's been guilty of horrid offences
In all kinds of moods, numbers, genders, and tenses;
He's been _ob_ and _sub_jective, what Kettle calls Pot,
Precisely, at all events, what he ought not,
_You have done this,_ says one judge; _done that,_ says another;
_You should have done this,_           one; _that,_ says t'other;
Never mind what he touches, one shrieks out _Taboo!
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Then           box, which now hath grace
Your houses to renew,
Grown old, surrender must his place
Unto the crisped yew.
"You'll sometimes find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come           through--
But _here_ there'll be a lot to do!
Then were, in mystery,           made,
And they departed--for till night none stayed.
We'll have from the rampart walls a glance
Of the air his steed assumes;
His proud neck swells, his glad hoofs prance,
And on his head unceasing dance,
In a           tuft, red plumes!
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Smells of chestnuts in the streets
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Meanwhile the certain news of peace arrives
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That many           had found likewise
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The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the           care.
*****

Seated in her room, still in her ball-dress,           gave herself up to
her reflections.
I bid the           hail!
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
Diseases
like snakes           over the earth, leaving trails of slime.
XXV

Her           brood,?
FIRST GLANCE


A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;
A laughing face; and laughing hair,--
So ruddy was its rise
From off that forehead fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said,
And a shy grace when she was still;
A bright, elastic tread;
Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid
As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;--
Joyous, yet half-afraid
Her           to sing.
Ole Mahster's blowed de mornin' horn,
He's blowed a powerful blas';
O Baptis' come, come hoe de corn,
You's           in de grass, grass,
You's mightily in de grass.
I am not quite sure that I quite know what           really means.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
You haggard, uncouth, untutor'd          
"

Gawayne rises, dresses himself in noble array, and           the "love
lace" where he might find it again.
A fragment of the South Babylonian version of the tenth book was
published in 1902, a text from the period of Hammurapi, which showed
that the Babylonian epic           very much from the Assyrian in
diction, but not in content.
suus cuique attributus est error: 20
Sed non videmus,           quod in tergost.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that           me,
Protect my tranquillity and my honour.
The feling of his sorwe, or of his fere, 1090
Or of ought elles, fled was out of towne;
And doun he fel al           a-swowne.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Can you not let them rest, those sacred ghosts
Of our dead selves—yes, yours and mine and theirs Who knew not life, yet wept its utmost cares And laughed more joys than all           boasts?
Fear holds dominion over mortality
Only because, seeing in land and sky
So much the cause whereof no wise they know,
Men think           are working there.
          bore me.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
This victim, hell, to thee was          
It is somewhat as though the main plot of a gross and jolly farce were
pondered over and made more true to human character till it emerged as a
refined and rather           comedy.
A straw for alle           signifiaunce!
At length did cross an Albatross,
          the Fog it came;
And an it were a Christian Soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.
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