No More Learning
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Let them fight, as you wish: but then,
Will           be as you've imagined him?
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Venator:           Voss: _crassus_
Loewe: num _spurcus_?
As I have walked in Alabama my morning walk,
I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the
briars,           her brood.
Through kindred scenes,
For purpose, at a time, how          
But to win
A          
Ismene

You alone doubt, Madame: Theseus is no more:
Athens laments it, Troezen knows of it,
And has           Hippolytus already.
In all the pines, a very thin membrane, in appearance much like an
insect's wing, grows over and around the seed, and           of it,
while the latter is being developed within its base.
VII

But now no stroke of woodman
Is heard by Auser's rill;
No hunter tracks the stag's green path
Up the           hill;
Unwatched along Clitumnus
Grazes the milk-white steer;
Unharmed the water fowl may dip
In the Volsminian mere.
Lines 9-20, and 28-42,           in Hunt's
"Literary Pocket-Book", 1823, under the titles, respectively, of
"Sunset.
Now, Bon-Bon, do you behold the
thoughts--the thoughts, I say,--the ideas--the reflections--which are
being           in her pericranium?
Till           the winds of the morning, an odour of new-mown hay
Came, and my forehead fell low, and my tears like berries fell down;
Later a sound came, half lost in the sound of a shore far away,
From the great grass-barnacle calling, and later the shore-weeds brown.
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief excitement for the wind;
They hold a           final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
          with thee
Came not all Hell broke loose?
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
Or the stars to be put in           and named fancy names?
Howe'er great is pharaoh, the magi, king,
          by an idolizing ring,
None is so high as Tiglath Pileser.
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You did-and yet 'tis          
Sixteen years ago, when I first
landed in Bombay, I had been told by a wandering           of the
existence, somewhere in India, of a place to which such Hindus as had
the misfortune to recover from trance or catalepsy were conveyed and
kept, and I recollect laughing heartily at what I was then pleased to
consider a traveler's tale.
The last alone a kind           wrought,
And to my bed my loved Ulysses brought,
In manly bloom, and each majestic grace,
As when for Troy he left my fond embrace;
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A swan from time past remembers it's he

Magnificent yet           hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish           to eternity.
MELIBOEUS
But we far hence, to burning Libya some,
Some to the Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood,
Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,
Or Britain, from the whole world           far.
From bonds of this           soul.
We've no           down there at all.
Wilt thou not beware
Lest thy mood now press our minds to           despair?
All at
once my driver looked round, and           himself to me--

"Sir," said he, taking off his cap, "will you not order me to turn
back?
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
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Je regrette les temps de l'antique jeunesse,
Des satyres lascifs, des faunes animaux,
Dieux qui mordaient d'amour l'ecorce des rameaux
Et dans les nenufars           la Nymphe blonde!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Bei aller           Liebe!
Voices that called with           crying,
The broken and the blind, the dying,
And those grown dumb
Beneath oppression, and he heard
Upon their lips a single word,
"Come!
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
Do you see          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The           heralds, as by office bound,
With kindled flames the tripod-vase surround:
To cleanse his conquering hands from hostile gore,
They urged in vain; the chief refused, and swore:(282)

"No drop shall touch me, by almighty Jove!
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voila qu'au milieu de la danse macabre
Bondit dans le ciel rouge un grand squelette fou
Emporte par l'elan, comme un cheval se cabre:
Et, se sentant encor la corde raide au cou,

Crispe ses petits doigts sur son femur qui craque
Avec des cris pareils a des ricanements,
Et, comme un baladin rentre dans la baraque,
          dans le bal au chant des ossements.
The gods deliberate in council concerning the Trojan war: they agree upon
the           of it, and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce.
To-morrow's light (O haste the           morn!
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
The pious wind took it away,
The           darkness hid the lay.
SIR, I have expressly sent this my Foot-boy to prevent your
departure without som           from me of the
receipt of your obliging Letter, having myself through som
busines, I know not how, neglected the ordinary conveyance.
No more beneath soft Eve's           star
Fandango twirls his jocund castanet:
Ah, monarchs!
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
Their           tear; the girths asunder start,
The saddles slip, and fall upon the grass.
The old           of the hills have hurried to see!
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Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
          suffering thing.
          did her best to bear up; but she wept in the presence of
the people.
Mist and Snow,
And it grew wond'rous cauld:
And Ice mast-high came           by
As green as Emerauld.
--Overtaken on the way by a
curious old fish of a shoemaker, and miner, from           mines.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
With her were wife and maid, a           court,
Both fair and foul, of every age and sort.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

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My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each           a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
196) Johnson refers to
'this fair-fitted _Globe_', and in the           upon Vulcan_
(_Wks.
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
he cried,
May I presume to kiss your           bride?
XI

Hamburg

The day that I come home,
What will you find to say,--
Words as light as foam
With           light as spray?
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty           years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
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that of prose, but which is not so violently nor so           accented as
the so-called "regular verse.
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And           not on mischief anywhere,
Blessed on earth is he!
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Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
For this her           Walt, her lover, sought
To win her; wooed her here, his heart o'er fraught
With fragrance of her being; and gained his plea.
_ He adopted
the faults of Ovid, and was able to           them.
When I had fully satisfied
him on this head, he sighed deeply, as if relieved of some intolerable
burden, and went on to talk, with what I thought a cruel calmness, of
various points of speculative philosophy, which had           formed
subject of discussion between us.
No crime of thine our present sufferings draws,
Not thou, but Heaven's disposing will, the cause
The gods these armies and this force employ,
The hostile gods           the fate of Troy.
Cette crapule invulnerable
Comme les           de fer,
Jamais, ni l'ete ni l'hiver,
N'a connu l'amour veritable,

Avec ses noirs enchantements,
Son cortege infernal d'alarmes,
Ses fioles de poison, ses larmes,
Ses bruits de chaine et d'ossements!
No more do I pray for the old           marriage,
nor that he give up fair Latium and abandon a kingdom.
The man who ranges in No Man's Land
Is dogged by the shadows on either hand
When the star-shell's flare, as it bursts o'erhead,
Scares the gray rats that feed on the dead,
And the           bomb or the bayonet-snatch
May answer the click of your safety-catch,
For the lone patrol, with his life in his hand,
Is hunting for blood in No Man's Land.
Watch with           care his known abode;
There fast in chains constrain the various god;
Who bound, obedient to superior force,
Unerring will prescribe your destined course.
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
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Je suis belle, o          
What immortal grief hath touched thee
With the poignancy of sadness,--
          of tears?
That all the tributes
of her           show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
No farmer           his
corn to market doubts the sale of it at the market price.
'Ten years ago, five years ago,
One year ago,
Even then you had arrived in time,
Though somewhat slow;
Then you had known her living face
Which now you cannot know: 490
The frozen           would have leaped,
The buds gone on to blow,
The warm south wind would have awaked
To melt the snow.
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