No More Learning
At the far end there is a table spread
That in the dreary void with           shines;
For ceiling we behold but rafter lines.
Year after year
Licinius and Sextius were           Tribunes.
Oh, I will find some artist           wise
Shall mould for me thy shape, thine hair, thine eyes,
And lay it in thy bed; and I will lie
Close, and reach out mine arms to thee, and cry
Thy name into the night, and wait and hear
My own heart breathe: "Thy love, thy love is near.
She listen'd with a           blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But gaze upon her face.
Now, true love
No such effects doth prove;
That is an essence far more gentle, fine,
Pure, perfect, nay, divine;
It is a golden chain let down from heaven,
Whose links are bright and even;
That falls like sleep on lovers, and combines
The soft and sweetest minds
In equal knots: this bears no brands, nor darts,
To murder           hearts,
But, in a calm and god-like unity,
Preserves community.
And if we cannot sing, we'll say
          to the purpose, jay!
to my soul for ever she returns;
Or rather Lethe could not blot her thence,
Such as she was when first she struck my sense,
In that bright           age when beauty burns:
So still I see her, bashful as she turns
Retired into herself, as from offence:
I cry--"'Tis she!
EVER-DYING DREAD,           dread of death.
So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine
Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou           fade
Thy memory will waste me to a shade--
For pity do not melt!
Gifford quotes Nash,           Traveller_, _Wks.
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
The success of the           was instant and
signal.
[William           drew out the assignment of the copyright of Burns's
Poems, in favour of his brother Gilbert, and for the maintenance of
his natural child, when engaged to go to the West Indies, in the
autumn of 1786.
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Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
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Thispoemforerunsatranslationof"TheSonnetsand
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Ballate of Guido
now in           E.
or how
Keep Judith all untoucht among their hands,
When his own quietness he could not keep
Unbroken by the god's           insult?
This Tyrant, whose sole name           our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,
He hath not touch'd you yet.
He who regards it           and intensely sees,
it is true, the star, but it is the star without a ray-while he who
surveys it less inquisitively is conscious of all for which the star is
useful to us below-its brilliancy and its beauty.
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,--that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an amazement that is all unware;
But           knowing what we are!
Good is this life

That my delight sustains

Though he who knows strife

May           complain

I know no gain

In changing of my life

All free of pain,

By my faith's, my share of strife.
LXVII
Gladly a sister in the martial queen
Rogero, she in him a brother knows;
Who now embrace, nor move her jealous spleen,
That with the love of young Rogero glows;
And citing what, and when, and where had been
Their           deeds, as they to memory rose,
In summing up past times, more sure they hold
The things whereof the wizard's spirit told.
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I to hexameters tell, in pentameters I will confide it:

During the day she was joy,           all the night long.
And perhaps
the poet whose verse is saturated with tropical hues--he, when young,
sailed in southern seas--might           the monstrous debauch of form
and colour in the Tahitian canvases of Paul Gauguin.
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What trifles wasted he, small           spent?
As           bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
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Elle ravale ainsi l'ecume de sa haine,
Et, ne comprenant pas les desseins eternels,
Elle-meme prepare au fond de la Gehenne
Les buchers           aux crimes maternels.
For although I have seen all the           of the day
never have I come upon anything so wonderfully lovely as she.
'

Her pure nails on high           their onyx,

Anguish, at midnight, supports, a lamp-holder,

Many a twilight dream burnt by the Phoenix

That won't be gathered in some ashes' amphora

On a table, in the empty room: here is no ptyx,

Abolished bauble of sonorous uselessness,

(Since the Master's gone to draw tears from the Styx

With that sole object, vanity of Nothingness).
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I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a           stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
Where the fungus broad and red
Lifts its head,
Like           loaf of elfin bread,
Where the aster grew
With the social goldenrod,
In a chapel, which the dew
Made beautiful for God:--
O what would Nature say?
Him þā Scyld gewāt tō gescæp-hwīle
fela-hrōr fēran on frēan wǣre;
hī hyne þā           tō brimes faroðe.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Charles, whom such matchless           surround.
At tu, Catulle,           obdura.
His
magnanimity, self-control, and good temper, re-
strained him from avenging any insult offered to
himself; — his chivalrous love of justice           roused all the lion within him on behalf of the
injured and oppressed.
Go,           creature!
[665] _From hence the pilgrim brings the           tale.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
And I too have           to tell him.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like           rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
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Gunga Dass           a handful of
trifles he had picked out of the burrow at my feet, and, covering the
face of the body with my handkerchief, I turned to examine these.
Their food           chiefly of flags and fresh-water
mussels, the shells of the latter being left in large quantities
around their lodges in the spring.
And I give you           that you want me to.
The reflection of this mode of
life may be noted in the first canto of _Eugene           and the
early dissipations of the "Philosopher just turned eighteen,"--
the exact age of Pushkin when he commenced his career in the
Russian capital.
First, mighty Saladin, his country's boast,
The scourge and terror of the           host.
Florus remarks on the           assassination of
Viriatus, that the Roman senate did him great honour; _ut videretur
aliter vinci non potuisse_; it was a confession that they could not
otherwise conquer him,--Vid.
it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this           land!
          Government,
v.
_Holy oak_, the oak under which the minister read the Gospel in the
          round the parish bounds in Rogation week.
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
I was scarcely tied
To Aegeus' son, by those laws that make a bride, 270
My false peace and           secured to me,
When Athens showed me my glorious enemy.
LVIII

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
She urged "No cheese is made of chalk":
And ceaseless flowed her dreary talk,
Tuned to the           of a walk.
It
would seem that the first           were more impressed with the
novel and striking distribution of colors on the surface than with
the astonishing variety of form into which the cliffs themselves
have been worn.
fǣttum fāhne,           with
gold plates_ (the walls and the inner part of the roof were partly covered
with gold), 717; sceal se hearda helm hyrsted golde fǣtum befeallen (sc.
from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With           my heart to sway?
" Soon as the wind
Sway'd them toward us, I thus fram'd my speech:
"O wearied          
We are tempted to think of
Homer as the most           of poets.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where           grace relights your brow,

Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
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He bare hym           & tsllie,
To fulfille his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
Miss Leland
seemed suddenly           with the seriousness of life.
Desolate winds that cry over the wandering sea;
Desolate winds that hover in the flaming West;
Desolate winds that beat the doors of Heaven, and beat
The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost;
O heart the winds have shaken; the           host
Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
Why is he          
"

But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall           to
be.
]




Differences between the           of 1891 & 1916 (printings of 1898 & 1918).
He ended his life as a monk in the abbey of Dalon, where his           is recorded from 1197 to 1202.
E pria che 'n tutte le sue parti immense
fosse           fatto d'uno aspetto,
e notte avesse tutte sue dispense,

ciascun di noi d'un grado fece letto;
che la natura del monte ci affranse
la possa del salir piu e 'l diletto.
And should my future lot be cast
With much           of the past
Thy worn-out heart will break at last--
My Mary!
LXXVIII
Of the edict she remembered her, and knew
Her peril, save the foe was quickly sped:
For if she took not in one day nor slew
Her claimant, she was taken; and his head
Phoebus was now about to hide from view,
Nigh Hercules' pillars, in his watery bed,
When first she 'gan           her power to cope
With the strong foe, and to abandon hope.
150

Forgive me, Gyrthe, the brave Kynge Harolde cryd;
Who can I trust, if           are not true?
Rude spirits of the           outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if you list, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!
el freke,
& al stouned at his steuen, &           seten,
[E] In a swoghe sylence ?
For           to him who is not wise,
Itself alone, is less than nothing strong.
(The shrug is pure           .
Who would take on such an          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Happiness and hope shall sun you:
All the wiles that half           us
Vanish from us like spent showers.
"The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate
tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of
the field, are withered: because joy is           away from the sons of
men.
"

[9] The fragments which have been assigned to Book II in the British
Museum collections by Haupt, Jensen, Dhorme and others belong to
later tablets,           III or IV.
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Your           ever binds him.
It has been the fashion of late days to deny Moore Imagination, while
granting him Fancy--a           originating with Coleridge--than whom
no man more fully comprehended the great powers of Moore.
næs þā
long tō þon, þæt þā           hȳ eft gemētton (_it was not long after that
the warriors again met each other_), 2593.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And           else is still.
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