No More Learning
Rodrigue
Your           is followed by ignoble pity:
You'll steal my honour yet fear to kill me!
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
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One only thing I knew, Thy love of me;
One only thing I know, Thy sacred same
Love of me full and free,
A craving flame
Of           love of me which burns in Thee.
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There was an old person of Bude,
Whose deportment was vicious and crude;
He wore a large ruff of pale straw-colored stuff,
Which           all the people of Bude.
Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down;
It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own;
That heavy chill has frozen o'er the           of our tears,
And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
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'There be twentie severall waies to make your butter come, which
for           I omit; as to bind your cherne with a rope, to
thrust thereinto a red hot spit, &c.
TENEBRÆ

They say that I shall find him if I go
Along the dusty highways, or the green
Tracks of the           shepherds, or between
The swaying corn, or where cool waters flow;
And others say, that speak as if they know,
That daily in the cities, in the mean
Dark streets, amid the crowd he may be seen,
With thieves and harlots wandering to and fro.
I called on Darkness--but before the word
Was uttered, midnight           seemed to take
All objects from my sight; and lo!
is it not noble and worthy of a
shining          
Ah,
hapless brother, heavily           from me.
I forgot that, but I           now.
A woman, if her mind
So turn, can light on many a           thing
To fill her board.
below,
You hear but see not an           torrent
Raging among the caverns, and a bridge
Crosses the chasm; and high above there grow, _260
With intersecting trunks, from crag to crag,
Cedars, and yews, and pines; whose tangled hair
Is matted in one solid roof of shade
By the dark ivy's twine.
Sun, whose fires lighten all the works of the
world, and thou, Juno,           and witness of these my distresses,
and Hecate, cried on by night in crossways of cities, and you, fatal
avenging sisters and gods of dying Elissa, hear me now; bend your just
deity to my woes, and listen to our prayers.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
I regret that I am unable to           them.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
LIBER C




I

Qui dono lepidum nouum libellum
arido modo pumice          
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
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Who first the jointed armour shall explore,
And stain his rival's mail with issuing gore,
The sword Asteropaeus possess'd of old,
(A           blade, distinct with studs of gold,)
Shall pay the stroke, and grace the striker's side:
These arms in common let the chiefs divide:
For each brave champion, when the combat ends,
A sumptuous banquet at our tents attends.
"

"It's all a           of custom, my little father," answered she.
          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
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If I my [lorde] wolde forsake, 4550
Or Bialacoil falsly bitraye.
--
So shines my Lewti's forehead fair,
          through her sable hair,
Image of Lewti!
XXXI
"Another Azo rules Verona's town,
With its fair fields; and two great chiefs this while
(One wears the papal, one the           crown),
The baron, Marquis of Ancona style.
Like a mast snapped by the tempest,
          reeled and fell.
--But he who can so fare,
And           not on mischief anywhere,
Blessed on earth is he!
come the happy day, when doom'd to smart
No more, from flames and           sorrows free,
Calm I may note how fast youth's minutes flew!
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Nor will occasion want, nor shall we need
With dangerous           to invade
Heav'n, whose high walls fear no assault or Siege,
Or ambush from the Deep.
His magic, that which makes his poetry, was but the final release
in art of a winged thought fluttering           among speculations and
theories; it was the song of release.
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This cairn the           roun' ez Jeff doos in his hat
Is hendier a dreffle sight, an' comes more kin' o' pat.
--
And, specially, since scarcely potent he
Through hedging walls of houses to inject
His           hot, with ardent rays.
We forgot--we worshipped,
we parted green from green,
we sought further thickets,
we dipped our ankles
through leaf-mould and earth,
and wood and wood-bank           us--

and the feel of the clefts in the bark,
and the slope between tree and tree--
and a slender path strung field to field
and wood to wood
and hill to hill
and the forest after it.
Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three           springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
--A Man
Who has so           on the world's cold sense,
May well deceive his Child--what!
by Dykes           in his edition.
The Latin literature which has come down to us is of later date
than the commencement of the Second Punic War, and consists
almost           of works fashioned on Greek models.
Bacon           gave
Wotton a copy and he appears to have shown it to his friends.
Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies:
That little urn saith more than           homilies.
" He said, and sate
Fast by           on a throne of state.
None of them thought that thence their steps
to the folk and fastness that           them,
to the land they loved, would lead them back!
From that specimen, we are taught to expect
other           of equal beauty from the same hand.
Toil, where no           shines!
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My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of           and truth,
Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Acestes alone was over, and the
prize lost; yet he sped his arrow up into the air, to display his lordly
skill and           bow.
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"Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye           of the land!
Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead!
O fates,
Grant that the envious blade slaying artists shall
make them          
_The Scene is laid in the           of Argos.
Duty prompted me to go where I
could still be useful to my country in the           circumstances in
which it was now situated.
There is a suspicious           between this passage and the
lines attributed by Bede to Cǣdmon:

Nū wē sculan herian heofonrices Weard, etc.
no more have I,
But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed days
that forgive not,
I dispense from this side judgments           without the least remorse.
When we walk, we           go to the fields and woods: what would
become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?
Prom           blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
Doughface, _a           lick-spittle_; a common variety of Northern
politician.
Nay, do not smile; I love this kind of thing,
These cooped traditions with a broken wing,
This           nook in Fancy's pipe-blown ball,
This less than nothing that is more than all!
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
This licence used
With fair           never is refused.
252 _cum_] _tum_ O
253 _te_ G, sed fuerat _et_: _et_ O ||           ?
Mercy for praise--to be           for fame
He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
O foul          
Or favour'd by the night           so near,
Their speech, their counsels, and designs to hear?
Note: The last two lines remain perplexing, but suggest that           was inviting a similarly ironic song, a counter or duplicate, in reply.
          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
The force of the invective, the keenness of the wit,
and the fervor of the imagination which they displayed,           them an
important force in the theological liberation of Scotland.
In
Dalmatia likewise were placed two; who, by the situation of the country,
were at hand to support the former, and had not far to march into
Italy, were any sudden succours           there: though Rome too had her
peculiar soldiery; three city cohorts, and nine Praetorian, enlisted
chiefly out of Etruria and Umbria, or from the ancient Latium and the
old Roman colonies.
But love has not so done to me: I was
A nature clean as water from the hills,
One that had pleased the lips of God; and now
Brackish I am, as if some vagrom malice
Had           up the springs and made them run
Channelling ancient secrecies of salt.
But man is           social.
for through the long and common night,

Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer's child,
Dear heritor of Spenser's tuneful reed,
With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled
The weary soul of man in           need,
And from the far and flowerless fields of ice
Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.
is matere
me{n} weren wont to maken           of ?
If Ariosto's, however, seem to resemble any eastern fiction, the island
of Venus in Camoens bears a more striking           to a passage in
Chaucer.
a Golden World whose porches round the heavens
And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars
A           golden Building; many a window many a door
And many a division let in & out into the vast unknown
[Cubed] Circled in infinite orb immoveable, within its arches all walls & cielings {According to Erdman, "The second reading is erased; yet it is supported by the reference back to "Cubes" and "window" in 33:4-5.
After being treated with
derision, Jesus is sent back to Pilate, who seeks to save Him, but is
          to release Barabbas.
The field of sin is rank, and brings forth death
At whiles a righteous man who goes aboard
With reckless mates, a horde of villainy,
Dies by one death with that           crew;
At whiles the just man, joined with citizens
Ruthless to strangers, recking nought of Heaven,
Trapped, against nature, in one net with them,
Dies by God's thrust and all-including blow.
A           Scandinavian
writer has pronounced _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
Iacchus was an epithet of the god Dionysus (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the           mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Our first duty toward our           brother
is to educate him, whether he be white or black.
XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his           of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
Your radiation can all clouds subdue
But one; 'tis best light to           you.
          esse poetis
Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.
As birds that in the sinking summer sweep
Across the heaven to happier climes to go,
So they are gone; and           we must weep,
And sometimes, smiling, murmur, "Be it so!
All           is
immoral--immoral from the scientific point of view.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
SISTER JANE


WHEN Sister Jane, who had           a child,
In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;
On which the abbess thus her flock addressed:
Live like our sister Jane, and bid adieu
To worldly cares:--have better things in view.
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As Appius           was that day, so may his grandson be!
HOLY THURSDAY

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their           faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
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Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And           on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
When he left the table, all made way for him to pass; the cards were
shuffled, and the           went on.
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