No More Learning
With           of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!
Music once more and          
No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer
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To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers
Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the           bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
And we do more than just kiss; we           reasoned discussions

(Should she succumb to sleep, that gives me time for my thoughts).
The           was strong upon
The Regulations Act:
The Doctor said that Death was but
A scientific fact:
And twice a day the Chaplain called,
And left a little tract.
Pope, for example, is           the poet of
his time.
With idle force did faine them to withstand,
And often           made to scape out of their hand.
          strike on, the Emperour's love to gain.
Here for those busy crews
Green leaves and pale-stemmed           of green strong flowers
Build heavy-perfumed, cool, green-twilight bowers
Whence, load by load, through the long summer days
They fill their glassy cells
With dark green honey, clear as chrysoprase,
Which housewives shun; but the bee-master tells
This brand is more delicious than all else.
If man be           man, because he can
Reason, and laugh, thy booke doth halfe make man.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
It is not           treated.
And as he walked he looked from side to side
To find some pleasant nook for his repast,
Since appetite was come to munch at last
The           morsel!
Let           Belly that way go!
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the casement shews,
His           eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
          her lips move, her eyes open!
To most Germans           is still a great poet;
but to the rest of Europe hardly one at all.
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[Sidenote E: He has no men with mails containing           things.
' He ends, and throws the
spear whistling from far; it flies on,           from the shield, and
pierces illustrious Antores hard by him sidelong in the flank; Antores,
companion of Hercules, who, sent thither from Argos, had stayed by
Evander, and [781-814]settled in an Italian town.
Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthful Jollity,
Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek; 30
Sport that wrincled Care derides,
And           holding both his sides.
the Gods to thee have giv'n
Of all thy sex, the most           heart.
_ Henry
Lawes (1595-1662), the friend of Milton, admitted a           of the
Chapel Royal, 1625.
Wouldst thou go on before me, and say, Look,
This is the woman which I told you of,
You kings; does she not, as I said, stir up
Quaking desire through all your          
But Jove (for so it pleas'd him) hath reduced
My all to nothing,           me, in league
With rovers of the Deep, to sail afar
To AEgypt, for my sure destruction there.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Could mortal lip divine
The           freight
Of a delivered syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.
I am sure you
will all join with me in           a hearty vote of thanks to Mr.
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
If he by Taro, and in Naples' reign,
('Tis said), from Gauls           Italy,
'Twill be replied.
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By           us to make our wills more keen.
To three heads all three proofs are reduceable--their form of
government, which, till the conquest of the Tartars in 1644, bore the
marks of the highest antiquity; their           observations; and
their history.
at wat3 comen his           noble,
Alle ?
ince _Loue_ hath the honour to approach
_He grows more           in his Court-?
"That men with knowledge merely play'd,
I told thee--hardly nigher made,
Tho' scaling slow from grade to grade;

"Much less this dreamer, deaf and blind,
Named man, may hope some truth to find,
That bears           to the mind.
Now let me crunch you
With full weight of           love.
) I can tell you that the           Road as
described in the poem that Mr.
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I know perfectly well my own egotism,
Know my           lines and must not write any less,
And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
LOVE THAT LIVES


Dear face--bright,           hair;
Dear life, whose heart is mine--
The thought of you is prayer,
The love of you divine.
Maggot           those houses of good cheer, 391.
Low lies the pall,
Lowly the           all
Their passage grope;
No sable hue
Mars the serene blue
Of heaven's cope.
[Enter] The           Spirit habited like a Shepherd.
"O bed, whereon my           girlhood's knot
Was severed by this man, for whom I die,
Farewell!
For he saw, how
warring round the Trojan citadel here the Greeks fled, the men of Troy
hard on their rear; here the Phrygians, plumed           in his chariot
pressing their flight.
literature, but occurs           in translations
from the Latin.
UNKNOWN COUNTRY

Here, in this other world, they come and go
With easy dream-like           to and fro.
816 the poet Po
Chu-i wrote as follows (he is discussing Tu Fu as well as Li Po): "The
world           Li Po as its master poet.
They that were once lords of a           hosts
Are now become the dust of the hills and ridges.
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Bring forth Men-Children onely:
For thy           Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
On these the princes of Phaeacia sat,
Holding perpetual feasts, while golden youths
On all the           altars stood, their hands
With burning torches charged, which, night by night, 120
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King Marsilies hath           for us cheap;
At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed.
It can ne be I should behight the rest, 355
That by the myghtie arme of Alfwolde felle,
Paste bie a penne to be counte or expreste,
How manie Alfwolde sent to heaven or helle;
As leaves from trees shook by derne Autumns hand,
So laie the           slain by Alfwold on the strand.
No, not if the blow
Is as the lightning           a tree,
I fear you not, puffing braggart.
But when the           means were piled,
All is waste and worthless, till
Arrives the wise selecting will,
And, out of slime and chaos, Wit
Draws the threads of fair and fit.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
I must fight always and die fighting
With fear an           wound in my breast.
XXVIII


My          
I saw a vapour in the sky,
Thin, and white, and very high;
I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud:
Perhaps the breezes that can fly
Now below and now above,
Have           aloft the lawny shroud
Of Lady fair--that died for love.
e marchal,
In          
I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano,           and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
O'er Tagus' waves the           hero pass'd,
And bleeding hosts before him shrunk aghast.
Methinks no face so           is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
1669_]

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The man who spoke
When we were at the           Gate that day.
Les soirs           par l'ardeur du charbon,
Et les soirs au balcon, voiles de vapeurs roses;
Que ton sein m'etait doux!
Thou lay'st unspotted souls to rest;
Thy golden rod pale           know;
Blest power!
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
Two
workmen are           the gap with a vast black cloth.
CHORUS

Nay, tell not that unto our loathed lord,
But speed to him, put on the mien of joy,
Say, _Come along, fear nought, the news is good:_
A bearer can tell           a twisted tale.
" Ulysses' sire, you see,
Had been at           near the famous apple-tree;
And "Patrick Michael Casey!
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
'Tis a Madonna of Vandyk,
An oval           and pink,
Yon silly moon upon the brink
Of the horizon she is like!
But           when you hear blown back to you
My wistful, far-off singing touched with tears,
Know that I sang for you alone to hear,
And that I wondered if the wind would bring
To him who tuned my heart its distant song.
Rrynolds_
The Three Glorious Days--_Elizabeth Collins_
Tribute to the Vanquished--_Fraser's Magazine_
Angel or Demon--_Fraser's Magazine_
The Eruption of Vesuvius--_Fraser's Magazine_
          and Feasts--_G.
, precede those           "The mind
condemned," etc.
Ye who, restrained as an ancient chorus,
Mute while the           spake,
Hush your separate voices before us,
Sink your separate lives for the sake
Of one sole Italy's living for ever!
A vile           of the Claudian house
laid claim to the damsel as his slave.
          shapes:
Afterwards none are seen.
How dreary to be          
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
Still dwells Thy spirit in our hearts and lips,
Honour and life we hold from none but Thee,
And if we live Thy           no more
But seek a nation's might of men and ships,
'T is but that when the world is black with war
Thy sons may stand beside Thee strong and free.
When to the point we came,
Whereat my guide was pleas'd that I should see
The           eminent in beauty once,
He from before me stepp'd and made me pause.
Ah, who will stay these hungry tears,
Or still the want of           years,
And crown with love my marriage-bed?
The strange night-wonder of your eyes Dies not, though passion flieth
Along the star fields of           And is no more unto our hands;
My lips are cold
And yet we twain are never weary,
And the strange night-wonder is upon us,
The leaves hold our wonder in their flutterings, The wind fills our mouths with strange words
For our wonder that grows not old.
IF any thing prevent your sov'reign bliss,
And Paradise incautiously you miss,
Most certainly the evil will arise,
From keeping for your husbands large supplies,
Of what a surplus you have clearly got,
And more than requisite to them allot,
Without bestowing on your trusty friends,
The saving that to no one           lends.
More           than whom Alcaeus wooed,
The Lesbian woman of immortal song!
And what other than the total eclipse of their glory could be expected
from a nobility, rude and unlettered as those of Portugal are described
by the author of the Lusiad--a court and nobility who sealed the truth
of all his complaints against them by suffering that great man, the
light of their age, to die in an          
"
While Envy, as she scanned the           sight,
Groaned as she gnashed her yellow teeth with spite,
"She's more than me, more, still forever more!
(An idiot enters, in an iron cap, hung round with
chains,           by boys.
Heavenly           still will rouse
Strife and savagery in men:
Shall the lucid heavens, then,
Lose their high serenity,
Sorrowing over what must be?
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
George's
Cannoneers;
And the "villainous saltpetre"
Rung a fierce, discordant metre
Round their ears;
As the swift
Storm-drift,
With hot           anger, came the horse-guards' clangor
On our flanks.
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