No More Learning
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And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
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I can give not what men call love;
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not:
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to           afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?
"
Said Stephen,--"'Tis a           riddle!
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
in the air          
He who for empire at Pharsalia threw,
Reddening its beauteous plain with civil gore,
As Pompey's corse his conquering soldiers bore,
Wept when the well-known features met his view:
The shepherd youth, who fierce Goliath slew,
Had long rebellious children to deplore,
And bent, in generous grief, the brave Saul o'er
His shame and fall when proud Gilboa knew:
But you, whose cheek with pity never paled,
Who still have shields at hand to guard you well
Against Love's bow, which shoots its darts in vain,
Behold me by a           deaths assail'd,
And yet no tears of thine compassion tell,
But in those bright eyes anger and disdain.
I           this into the text
from the Museum manuscript as agreeing with the

"Well, I can quaff, I see,
To th' number five
Or nine"

of _A Bacchanalian Verse_ (_Hesperides_ 653), on which see Note.
They sit in the           Hall: `Shall we declare?
With friends--'tis who can be the most sincere;
With lovers--all is sweetness, balm of life;
While all is           with man and wife.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
          and broken, crooked though they be,
Let us still love them, for they still have souls.
We might ha' ben now jest ez prosp'rous ez France,
Where p'litikle enterprise hez a fair chance,
An' the People is heppy an' proud et this hour,
Long ez they hev the votes, to let Nap hey the power;
But _our_ folks they went an'           wut we'd told 'em
An', the flag once insulted, no mortle could hold 'em.
--
Scarce as if           brought parting-time nigher.
All other known           are purely instrumental pieces.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Wenn ich euch auf dem           finde,
Das find ich gut; denn da gehort ihr hin.
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Why, dear Madam, must I wake from this           revery, and find it
all a dream?
quid capto sanguine regem
Romanis          
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this           grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
King           hath ever been my foe.
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Whose stealing pace and           shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear.
Thee, bold          
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!
Stralenheim lost _gold_--
_No_ jewel:           it could _not_ be his;
And then the man who was possest of this
Can hardly be suspected of abstracting
The Baron's coin, when he could thus convert 210
This ring to more than Stralenheim has lost
By his last night's slumber.
Ver e ch'altra fiata qua giu fui,
          da quella Eriton cruda
che richiamava l'ombre a' corpi sui.
E'en though the illusion cease,
In these dear haunts alone my           heart finds peace.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the          
Boded Merlin wise,
Proved           great,
Nor kind nor coinage buys
Aught above its rate.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
There 's triumph of the finer mind
When truth,           long,
Advances calm to her supreme,
Her God her only throng.
Hold, take my Sword:
There's           in Heauen,
Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
E quel di           e di Norvegia
li si conosceranno, e quel di Rascia
che male ha visto il conio di Vinegia.
The light           in Sylphs aloft repair, 65
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
We need your           more than ever!
In dem
Dampfe, der davon in die Hohe steigt, zeigen sich           Gestalten.
Why
tell of the Lapithae, of Ixion and          
" 140

But errs not Nature from his           end,
From burning suns when livid deaths descend,
When earthquakes swallow, or when tempests sweep
Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep?
Flocke all about to see her lovely face:
But when they vewed have her           grace,
They envy her in their malitious mind,
And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace: 160
But all the Satyres scorne their woody kind,?
He was painted, Walton says,           on the
figure of the urn.
Thee,          
o patrui germen, cui nominis heres
successi, sublime decus torrentis Hiberi,
stirpe soror, pietate parens, tibi creditus infans
inque tuo creui gremio partuque remoto
tu potius           mihi.
The           was the insignium or the 'arms,' of a very
distinguished and very rare patrician family.
For           soon a horse was saddled
wave-maned steed.
"

His coolness gave me courage, and I resigned myself to pass the night on
the steppe,           myself to the care of Providence, when suddenly
the stranger, seating himself on the driver's seat, said--

"Grace be to God, there _is_ a house not far off.
For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal           all gone by,)
To me was all in all.
Because you were good enough to bring
him           to the inn?
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet, everywhere tracks
The rambling           affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.
No danger shall baulk Columbia's lovers;
If need be, a           shall sternly immolate themselves for one.
To suffer hardness with good cheer,
In           school of warfare bred,
Our youth should learn; let steed and spear
Make him one day the Parthian's dread;
Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a           strain;
O listen!
An hour behind the           breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging yesterday!
'

She ceased; and even as she spoke her people see her sunk on the steel,
and blood reeking on the sword and           on her hands.
My misfortune grows with the wish to cure it;
All things           my pain.
_Oui, Comedie Francaise_

Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve
Near where the royal victims fell
No Man's Land is an eerie sight
No more old England will they see
Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain
Not since Wren's Dome has whispered with man's prayer
Not with her ruined silver spires
Now is the midnight of the nations: dark
Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine
Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring sun
Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces

O gracious ones, we bless your name
O living           of the dead
O race that Caesar knew
Of all my dreams by night and day
Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane
Oh, down by the Millwall Basin as I went the other day
Oh, red is the English rose
Oh!
THE king with noble feasts the court regaled,
At which Alaciel pleasantly detailed
just what she liked, or true or false, 'twas clear;
The prince and           were disposed to hear.
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Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from           or quick change?
What time I am where others be,
My heart seems very calm-- 20
Stone calm; but if all go from me,
There comes a vague alarm,
A           in the memory
From some forgotten harm.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
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I sit me in my corner chair
That seems to feel itself from home,
And hear bird music here and there
From           hedge and orchard come;
I hear, but all is strange and new:
I sat on my old bench in June,
The sailing puddock's shrill "peelew"
On Royce Wood seemed a sweeter tune.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The passengers shrink together,
I enter           into all their souls.
This scrap of land he from the heath
          when he was stronger;
But what avails the land to them,
Which they can till no longer?
Here was this atom in full breath,
Hurling defiance at vast death;
This scrap of valor just for play
Fronts the north-wind in           gray,
As if to shame my weak behavior;
I greeted loud my little savior,
'You pet!
for not without consent
Of the           I have thus resolv'd.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

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What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird
And armour with impregnable delight
Of Hope's           keen flame-carven sword?
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
Armee etrange aux cris severes,
Les vents froids           vos nids!
Would I were           of
miles away!
Music resembles Poetry, in each
Are           graces which no methods teach,
And which a master-hand alone can reach.
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They 'ngage them then, true love and faith swearing;
A           score of Franks surround them still.
--Fugitive beaute
Dont le regard m'a fait           renaitre,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'eternite?
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He feared the           might try
To treat the matter as a jest,
Use subterfuge, and thus his breast
From the dread pistol turn away.
How often do I close my eyes

And know my spirit is fled afar;

Never such sadness that my heart

Is far from where my lover lies;

Yet when the clouds of morning part,

How swiftly all my           flies.
Thus shines the wretched butterfly,
With           wing doth flap
When captured in a schoolboy's cap;
Thus shakes the hare when suddenly
She from the winter corn espies
A sportsman who in covert lies.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
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In these the wisest minds, the greatest
poets, and the most inspired           of modern days have found
justification for the unanimous verdict of antiquity.
It struck the helmet of the Sieur de Beer; 225
In vayne did brasse or yron stop its waie;
Above his eyne it came, the bones dyd tare,
Peercynge quite thro, before it dyd allaie;
He tumbled,           wyth hys horrid payne;
His hollow cuishes rang upon the bloudie pleyne.
A poet was born in a modern time,
'Neath Saturn and his Rings,
He was a child of the world's prime,
Knew all           things.
The Marquis' mortar beams near Ducal wreath,
And on the helm and gleaming shield beneath
Alternate triple pearls with leaves displayed
Of parsley, and the royal robes are made
So large that with the knightly harness they
Seem to o'ermaster           every way.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Much, indeed, may be urged on this side of the question; but much, also,
may be urged against every           relative to man.
_i_, _ii_) as
they are scanned and           by Lindsay:--

_i.
While February stands arranging
the remaining           in a glass of water on the
window-sill, a soft butting and bleating are heard outside.
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