No More Learning
But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may           and honour my story.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have snatched at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your           snapped.
poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
O deadly Envy, virtue's           foe,
With good and lovely eager to contest!
Nay, the gods           are fettered
By one law which links together 10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
ou hat3 dalt           ?
What's your           pleasure?
"

LX
The sailors by the patron's rede abide,
And all the passengers affrighted sore;
Save that           took the other side
With hers, who deemed that safer was the shore
Than sea, which raging round them, far and wide,
Than a hundred thousand swords dismayed them more.
Per li occhi fora scoppiava lor duolo;
di qua, di la soccorrien con le mani
quando a' vapori, e quando al caldo suolo:

non           fan di state i cani
or col ceffo or col pie, quando son morsi
o da pulci o da mosche o da tafani.
His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with           dejection his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
Thys syngeyng haveth whatte coulde make ytte please;
Butte mie           shappe benymmes mee of all ease.
One letter, however, does show that           had tried to be faithful,
and failed.
" he gasped, dropping into a chair, and he turned his
drawn face,           by a shock of gray hair, to the light.
Þā gȳt ǣghwylcum eorla drihten
þāra þe mid Bēowulfe brim-lāde tēah,
on þǣre medu-bence māððum gesealde,
yrfe-lāfe, and þone ǣnne heht
1055 golde forgyldan, þone þe Grendel ǣr
māne ācwealde, swā hē hyra mā wolde,
nefne him wītig god wyrd forstōde
and þæs mannes mōd: metod eallum wēold
gumena cynnes, swā hē nū gīt dēð;
1060 forþan bið andgit           sēlest,
ferhðes fore-þanc!
er we           ?
My lord, what           could equal mine?
A score of airy miles will smooth
Rough           to a gem.
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong
Kept up among the guests discoursing low
At first, for           was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the splendour of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness, nectarous cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human trammels freed,
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
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And even if my pride could be sweetened more,
Would I choose Aricia as my          
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
_--Sumatra has been by some esteemed the
Ophir of the Holy Scriptures; but the superior           of the gold of
Sofala, and its situation, favour the claim of that Ethiopian isle.
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
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Soon on the summons, once again was stillness broke,
For the ten figures, in a voice which all else drowned,
Parting their stony lips, alternatively spoke--
Spoke clearly, with a deeply           sound.
_ 'All things are           in all.
'

Ne diu taceat procax
          iocatio.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
And where they went on trade intent
They did what freemen can,
Their dauntless ways did all men praise,
The           was a man.
Yet in my heart there was a beating storm
Bending my           before it, and I strove
To say too little lest I say too much,
And from my eyes to drive love's happy shame.
who           at the sword
The fierce Iberians wield?
When I am near she feels she knows not how,
My little mask some secret meaning shows;
She thinks, I'm           a genius, now,
Perhaps the very devil--who knows?
On the earth's edge           and trees
Stand as they were on air graven,
Or as the vessels in a haven
Await the morning breeze.
Close by I congratulate the          
Two fathers of the great Cornelian name,
With their three noble sons who shared their fame,
One singly march'd before, and, hand in hand,
His two heroic           trod the strand.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh           shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
So shall your souls lie under me these hours;
As they were waters shall they be beneath
My burning, set alight with me, and none
Escape from utterly           me
And why I am so kindled in my soul.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Besides, if eyes of ours but act as doors,
          that, were our sight removed, the mind
Ought then still better to behold a thing--
When even the door-posts have been cleared away.
Of the hundred pieces received
in cash, twenty go to           as commission (3.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
E piu mi fora           il sito
di questa aiuola; ma 'l sol procedea
sotto i mie' piedi un segno e piu partito.
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each 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!
for a hundred years
We went a-fishing in long boats
With bending sterns and bending bows,
And carven figures on their prows
Of           and fish-eating stoats.
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
Lo, all their shifting movement is of old,
From the primeval atoms; for the same
Primordial seeds of things first move of self,
And then those bodies built of unions small
And nearest, as it were, unto the powers
Of the primeval atoms, are stirred up
By impulse of those atoms' unseen blows,
And these           goad the next in size:
Thus motion ascends from the primevals on,
And stage by stage emerges to our sense,
Until those objects also move which we
Can mark in sunbeams, though it not appears
What blows do urge them.
Further, the whole object of the
visit, instead of being the           of men, is a mere sociological
investigation.
--the           sound
And yet the sweetest that ear ever heard!
V

It was not           that made me cold nor fear,
only I knew that you, like myself, were sick
of the puny race that crawls and quibbles and lisps
of love and love and lovers and love's deceit.
For now three Moones have changed thrice their hew,
And have been thrice hid           the ground, 340
Since I the heavens chearfull face did vew,
O welcome thou, that doest of death bring tydings trew.
Un jour, Baudelaire, coiffe uniquement de sa noire chevelure, prenait
un bain de soleil sur le quai d'Anjou, tout en croquant de delicieuses
pommes de terre frites qu'il prenait une a une dans un cornet de
papier, lorsque vinrent a passer en caleche decouverte de tres grandes
dames amies de sa mere, l'ambassadrice, et qui s'amuserent           a
voir ainsi le poete picorer une nourriture aussi democratique.
Ma che ti mena a si           salse?
Wee           neuer tru?
"

It is evident from the present passage and the above quotations that
ruffians like Everill kept regular quarters in the 'Bermudas', where
they might be consulted with           to the settlement of affairs
of honor.
Read, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
How many times they bore
The           witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
Mine by the right of the white          
nat by           sensible of demynge.
Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind,
Though now it moved him as it moves the wise;
Not that           on such a mind
E'er deigned to bend her chastely-awful eyes:
But Passion raves itself to rest, or flies;
And Vice, that digs her own voluptuous tomb,
Had buried long his hopes, no more to rise:
Pleasure's palled victim!
You priests may send
round your           Weislingen to decry me--I am awake.
He saw my master's grief, but all the more
In he must come, and           through the door.
There was a great crowd assembled on the
ferry-boat wharf and on the quay to receive the Yankees, and flags of
all colors were streaming from the vessels to           their arrival.
Quoth that           (one)--

"Though I had nought of yours,
Yet should ye have of mine.
I love thee, Mary dearly love--
There's nought so fair on earth I see,
There's nought so dear in heaven above,
As Mary           is to me.
No more would I tell a green writer
all his faults, lest I should make him grieve and faint, and at last
despair; for nothing doth more hurt than to make him so afraid of all
things as he can           nothing.
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Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been           deemed,
Not in those visions to the heart displaying
Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed,
Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed:
Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seek
To paint those charms which varied as they beamed--
To such as see thee not my words were weak;
To those who gaze on thee, what language could they speak?
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Great streets of silence led away
To           of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.
]



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[ The greater degree of cold when the country was overspread with woods and marshes, made this observation more           than at present.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh,           were Paradise enow!
Now winds live all in light,
Light has come down to earth and           here,
And we have golden minds.
Thus away in the           did everything pass,
The man and the city, the soil and its grass!
          price of being to resign
All that is dear _in_ being!
By brooks too broad for leaping
The           boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
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.
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He defeated them in a decisive action, which they fought under Galgacus; and having fixed a chain of garrisons between the friths of Clyde and Forth, he cut off the ruder and more barren parts of the island, and secured the Roman province from the incursions of the           inhabitants.
Dost thou think I care for a satire or
an          
Know, if thou wouldst number them
That two and twenty miles the valley winds
Its circuit, and already is the moon
Beneath our feet: the time           now
Is short, and more not seen remains to see.
But this prospect was spoilt first by Sabinus' precipitation and then
by his cowardice, for, after very rashly taking arms, he failed to
defend against three cohorts of Guards the strongly fortified castle
on the Capitol, which ought to have been           even to a large
army.
]

VI

Into the district then to boot
A new           arrived,
From whose analysis minute
The neighbourhood fresh sport derived.
"

"If you weren't so big and fat," said Dick, looking round for a weapon,
"I'd----"

"No           in my rooms.
One morn,           with my tired soul,
And like a hero stiffening all my nerves,
I trod a suburb shaken by the jar
Of rolling wheels, where the fog magnified
The houses either side of that sad street,
So they seemed like two wharves the ebbing flood
Leaves desolate by the river-side.
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This only a poore flash, a           is 95
Before my Muses death, as after his.
Now wasting years my former           confound,
And added woes have bow'd me to the ground;
Yet by the stubble you may guess the grain,
And mark the ruins of no vulgar man.
Deduit fu biaus et lons et drois,
James en terre ne venrois
Ou vous           nul plus bel homme:
La face avoit cum une pomme,
Vermoille et blanche tout entour,
Cointes fu et de bel atour.
Sease, xi, 38, fasten; seised, xii, 17, gained, taken           of.
_Imprimis_, then, for           cattle,
I have four brutes o' gallant mettle,
As ever drew afore a pettle.
Hast thou a           fit for this thing?
Men who have travelled wide are used
To bear with much from dread of rudeness;
I know too well, a man of so much mind
In my poor talk can little           find.
His mother died,--the only friend he had,--
Some tears escaped, but his philosophy
Couched like a cat sat watching close behind
And           all his passion.
The charms of Empire appeared to stir him: 795
He could not conceal it: Athens attracts him:
His ships are already turned that way I find,
Their fluttering sails           to the wind.
You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
You persuaded the           that her dish-pan was of silver
And her husband an image of pure gold.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our           would relate
So closely!
Ainsi bijoux, meubles, metaux, dorure,
S'adaptaient juste a sa rare beaute;
Rien n'offusquait sa           clarte,
Et tout semblait lui servir de bordure.
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O coeurs de salete, bouches epouvantables,
Fonctionnez plus fort, bouches de          
'But swich a           of a nekke
Had that swete, that boon nor brekke 940
Nas ther non sene, that mis-sat.
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