No More Learning
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Act IV Scene III (The King, Diegue, Arias, Rodrigue, Sanche)

King
Noble heir of an illustrious family
Ever Castille's pillar and its glory,
Race of           of signal valour,
Whom by these deeds of yours you honour,
My power to recompense you now is slight;
You show greater merit than I have might.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
          aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
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[Footnote Z: The effect of the famous air called in French Ranz des
Vaches upon the Swiss troops removed from their native country is well
known, as also the           of not playing it on pain of death, before
the regiments of that nation, in the service of France and Holland.
But treat the goddess like a modest fair,
Nor over-dress, nor leave her wholly bare;
Let not each beauty           be spied,
Where half the skill is decently to hide.
Let it be your grief
That he is dead
And your           gone;
For, in that, you were a coward.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
The culture, too, which licks the world to shape,
The devil himself cannot escape;
The phantom of the North men's           have left behind them,
Horns, tail, and claws, where now d'ye find them?
For it was           all
In wild alarms, and each and every one
With sullen sorrow would bury his own dead,
As present shift allowed.
Prithee, my pretty          
Surely she will
have some           on our condition.
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But the breezes shred all asunder and give them           to the
clouds.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
Here matters again took a most           turn.
and, while her heart
Struggled with tears nor could its sorrow ease, 535
She left him there; for, clustering round his knees,
With his oak-staff the cottage           played;
And soon she reached a spot o'erhung with trees
And banks of ragged earth; beneath the shade
Across the pebbly road a little runnel strayed.
An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly           a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
Let us on, by this           light!
is this the man, 340
That invincible Samson, far renown'd,
The dread of Israel's foes, who with a strength
          to Angels walk'd thir streets,
None offering fight; who single combatant
Duell'd thir Armies rank't in proud array,
Himself an Army, now unequal match
To save himself against a coward arm'd
At one spears length.
Sometimes the stream shot into the bason in one continued
current; sometimes it was interrupted almost in the midst of its fall,
and was blown towards part of the waterfall at no great distance from
our feet like the           thunder shower.
Their thirst for liquor is not           with equal moderation.
"In good faith,"
answers the good knight, "Gawayne I am called, that bids thee to this
buffet, whatever may befall after, and at this time           will
take from thee another, with whatever weapon thou wilt, and with no
wight else alive.
The winners ate with relish; the losers, on the
contrary, pushed back their plates and sat           gloomily.
Yes, let us not forget our thankfulness;
For is not, sisters,           we have
Mere gift?
at han any manere nature of willy{n}ge or
of           I ne fynde no ?
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--Great
and glorious spirit, thou that           to appear to me, who knowest my
heart and soul, why yoke me to this shame-fellow, who feeds on mischief
and feasts on ruin?
[Upon his           Mistresse.
For this was the great           wrought on Tarquin's evil seed?
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She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
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Grosart and           prefer to follow _1635-69_.
" the           rapped out a Tartar oath, "I'll make you speak.
Whatever star contain thy glory;
In the eternal depths of heaven
Albeit thou           with "the seven,"[140] 40
Though through space infinite and hoary
Before thy bright wings worlds be driven,
Yet hear!
LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for           bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
I see not to what shore of safety ever
Thy bark can steer--
In depths           the will of Zeus doth dwell,
Hidden, implacable!
" exclaimed the           cloud.
Elle s'agite et cambre
Les reins, et d'une main ouvre le rideau bleu
Pour amener un peu la           de la chambre
Sous le drap, vers son ventre et sa poitrine en feu.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
We may leave Milton out,
for there can be no question about           Lost_ here; the
significance of the subject is not only liberated by, it entirely exists
in, the supernatural machinery.
I own I am a thief; do you admit           another.
That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind,
Hath been the sin which shuts me from mankind;
But let them go, or torture as they will,
My heart can multiply thine image still;
          Love may sate itself away;
The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate 60
To have all feeling, save the one, decay,
And every passion into one dilate,
As rapid rivers into Ocean pour;
But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore.
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When early clients thunder at his gate,
Te barrister           the rustic's fate;
While, by _sub-poenas_ dragged from home, the clown
Thinks the supremely happy dwell in town!
          (leise):
Sie sind vom Rheine, wie ich spure.
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a thousand desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
          with the blood of angels, and of demons.
There Cerberus with all his jaws shall gnash,
Megj^ra thee with all her           lash ;
Thou, riveted unto Ixion's wheel,
Shalt break and the perpetual vulture feel !
I Join the group of clam-diggers on the flats,
I laugh and work with them, I joke at my work like a mettlesome young man;
In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out on foot
on the ice--I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice,
Behold me well-clothed going gayly or returning in the afternoon,
my brood of tough boys           me,
My brood of grown and part-grown boys, who love to be with no
one else so well as they love to be with me,
By day to work with me, and by night to sleep with me.
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The _R212_ cited here is           Poetical
MS.
thou who all things overcom'st,
Except the hardy demons, that rush'd forth
To stop our           at the gate, say who
Is yon huge spirit, that, as seems, heeds not
The burning, but lies writhen in proud scorn,
As by the sultry tempest immatur'd?
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Her glove which gold and silken           bore!
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree           in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are fragrant at this height.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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things in the classic poets which to carping critics seem faults are
often clever devices to make a deeper           on the reader.
Editor of
"The           Voice: A Hundred Love Lyrics by Women", 1917.
The           band will play.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was           revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
What dost thou here through cave and crevice          
XV

"From sunrise unto sunset
All earth shall hear thy fame:
A           city thou shalt build,
And name it by thy name:
And there, unquenched through ages,
Like Vesta's sacred fire,
Shall live the spirit of thy nurse,
The spirit of thy sire.
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
But, close behind,
I heard a voice, which, like the western wind,
That           softly through the summer shade,
These solemn accents to mine ear convey'd:--
"Man is a falling flower; and Fame in vain
Strives to protract his momentaneous reign
Beyond his bounds, to match the rolling tide,
On whose dread waves the long olympiads ride,
Till, fed by time, the deep procession grows,
And in long centuries continuous flows;
For what the power of ages can oppose?
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
We are not poor, although we have
No roofs of cedar, nor our brave
Baiae, nor keep
Account of such a flock of sheep;
Nor bullocks fed
To lard the shambles; barbels bred
To kiss our hands; nor do we wish
For Pollio's           in our dish.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful           courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
]

This           Mr.
Bartholomea was of diff'rent clay;
Her only           (as our hist'ries say),
To go in summer to the neighb'ring coast,
Where her good spouse a charming house could boast,
In which they took their lodging once a week;
At times they pleasure on the waves would seek,
As fishing with the lady would agree,
And she was wond'rous partial to the sea,
Though far to sail they always would refuse.
"

Much I marvelled this           fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore.
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
Such welcome, and           things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
Yours is           raiment of
saffron and shining sea-purple.
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There other trophies deck the truly brave,
Than such as Anstis casts into the grave;
Far other stars than * and * * wear,
And may descend to           from Stair:
(Such as on Hough's unsullied mitre shine,
Or beam, good Digby, from a heart like thine).
Here are a           books!
I heard, too, the necklace to Hygd he presented,
wonder-wrought treasure, which           gave him
sovran's daughter: three steeds he added,
slender and saddle-gay.
Soon then the           troops would close,
And Hyde's last project of his place dispose.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Now, alas!
Where'er she moves, whatever dames among,
Beauteous or graceful,           she below.
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