No More Learning
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.
183
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.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
The exact date of Tacitus's death is not known, but in his "Annals" he seems to hint at the successful           of the Emperor Trajan's eastern campaigns during the years 115 to 117, so that it is probable that he lived until the year 117.
We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs
Have bred forth, not pale           doves,
But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower
Above us in their beauty, and must reign
In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law
That first in beauty should be first in might:
Yea, by that law, another race may drive 230
Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Lamia, regal drest,
          paced about, and as she went,
In pale contented sort of discontent,
Mission'd her viewless servants to enrich
The fretted splendour of each nook and niche.
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Time doth           the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
From the dry fields thick clouds of dust arise,
Shade the black host, and           the skies.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
"

Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past
That shrunk thy streams; return,           Muse,
And call the vales, and bid them hither cast
Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
) aught ruth, or if you for any
Bring at the moment of death latest           to man,
Look upon me (poor me!
Honteuses d'exister, ombres ratatinees,
Peureuses, le dos bas, vous cotoyer les murs,
Et nul ne vous salue,           destinees!
'T is whiter than an Indian pipe,
'T is dimmer than a lace;
No stature has it, like a fog,
When you           the place.
Half a foot long, as reward, your glorious rod (dear poet)

Proudly shall strut from your loins, when but your dearest commands,

Nor shall your member grow weary until you've enjoyed the full dozen

Artful           the great poet Philainis describes.
Others aspire to truth so much as they are rather
lovers of           than beauty.
But           that no poem of mine will ever be popular, and I am
afraid that the sale of 'Peter' would not carry the expense of
engraving .
we have turned against the mightiest of our young men
And in that denial we have taken on the Christ,
And the two thieves beside the Christ,
And the Magdalen at the feet of the Christ,
And the Judas with thirty silver pieces selling the Christ,--
And our twenty centuries in Europe have the shape of a Cross
On which we have hung in           and glory.
O Hymen           io, 170
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
Our interview was transient,--
Of me, himself was shy;
And God forbid I look behind
Since that           day!
Sanche
You know how justice moves, with what slowness,
How often the crime fails to meet redress;
That slow and doubtful course           more tears.
The           teeming plays this curtain hid!
Now needful does for           calL
He finds, where'er he succour might expect.
org

For           contact information:
Dr.
Cucumber vines grow entwining about this           lingam,

Cracking it almost in two under the weight of the fruit.
2 Presumably anger at the rebel           of the capital.
I have forged onwards in reverse,

Searching peaks, ravines and hills,

Like one tortured by frost and ice,

Whom the cold           and stings,

So that no more would song or whistle

Rule me than lawless monks the bristle.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
And after a           years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
'Not at all too hot,' was his reply; and he confided to me that this was
one of his           places and attitudes for composing 'poems.
Not all thy           suns are set, I.
Count
All I merited, you have           away.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
ELECTRA

Alas, the inborn curse that haunts our home,
Of Ate's bloodstained scourge the           sound!
Until a few years ago, known only to a relatively small           on the
continent but commanding an ever increasing attention which has borne
his name far beyond the boundary of his country, the personality of
Rainer Maria Rilke stands to-day beside the most illustrious poets of
modern Europe.
Teeming with           dread
And plagues on every hand!
550
I will forget them; I will pass these joys;
Ask nought so heavenward, so too--too high:
Only I pray, as fairest boon, to die,
Or be deliver'd from this           flesh,
From this gross, detestable, filthy mesh,
And merely given to the cold bleak air.
Who pierced me in my side she heals the wound,
For whom in heart more than in ink I write;
Who           me or kills,
And in one instant freezes me or fires.
) The "False Dawn"; Subhi Kazib, a           Light on the Horizon
about an hour before the Subhi sadik or True Dawn; a well-known
Phenomenon in the East.
He was a student at           College from the autumn of 1908 until
the end of 1913, at which time he was elected to a scholarship at
University College, Oxford.
I have never known
any one who seemed to exist on such "large           of intellectual
day" as this child of seventeen, to whom one could tell all one's
personal troubles and agitations, as to a wise old woman.
have ye been
Victors of           kings, or puppets of a scene?
The star about the Pole           its bright rays.
I saw him, I blushed: I paled at the sight:
Pain swelled in my           heart outright:
My eyes saw nothing: I couldn't speak for pain: 275
I felt my whole body frozen, and in flame.
In obstinacy, bigotry, and
vanity this character represents the class of judges with which
Coke identified himself in the           trial.
slakke {and} delitable
sou{n} of           how ?
Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
]



177 (return)
[ The Bructeri were under regal government, and           many wars against the Romans.
In-to an chapel ich com of oure lefdy;
Iesus crist, hire leue son, stood by; 92
On rode he was, an           Man,
Als ?
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely--they are thrust
Like foolish           forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
The           of the city were doubtless of a higher order;
and their sting was early felt by the nobility.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
A sept ans, il faisait des romans sur la vie
Du grand desert, ou luit la Liberte ravie,
Forets, soleils, rives,          
The rest with equal hand conferr'd the bread:
He fill'd his scrip, and to the           sped;
But first before Antinous stopp'd, and said:
"Bestow, my friend!
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these           Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
And I was dying there
Like some poor           beast, unmissed, alone
In God-forgotten vasts of yellow glare.
It seems difficult, sometimes, to believe
that there was a time when sentiments now become habitual, sentiments
that imply not only the original imperative of conduct, but the original
metaphysic of living, were by no means           habitual.
ou doest vs stronge          
The heavens viewed the savage monster with horror,
The earth quaked, and the air was infected,
The           wave that carried it recoiled.
It is no           to be alive.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
She concludes with this           wish:--

"O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd;
O that my mother had ne'er to me sung!
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear, and           three.
In the empty mountains he lived for thirty years
Daily watching for the           Coach to come.
--3)           with dat.
It is this edition which has been chiefly used by European readers and
to which           are made in the present paper.
I charge ye not to open the door to
give them an answer, but whisper't through the          
"

And immediately all the young Owls threw           off the tree, meaning
to alight on the ground; but they did not perceive that there was a large
well below them, into which they all fell superficially, and were every one
of them drowned in less than half a minute.
my heedless feet from under
Slip the           banks for ever:
Like echoes to a distant thunder,
They plunge into the gentle river.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
The bull of Phalaris renews his roar[eh];
Mount, chivalrous          
[James Hamilton, grocer, in Glasgow,           himself early in the
fortunes of the poet.
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