No More Learning
2           O: _curuli_ cett.
Birtha, yn vayne thou wouldste mee recreand doe;
I moste, I wylle, fyghte for mie           wele,
And leave thee for ytt.
Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
Reigne in this          
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Whiles He letteth right lustily fare
the heart of the hero of high-born race, --
in seat ancestral assigns him bliss,
his folk's sure           in fee to hold,
puts in his power great parts of the earth,
empire so ample, that end of it
this wanter-of-wisdom weeneth none.
Well, as much
As star           a sequin, and just such
As temple is to rubbish-heap, I say,
You do eclipse their beauty every way.
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unsatisfying treatment of the _Alcestis_, in which many of the most
striking and unconventional           of the whole composition were either
ignored or smoothed away.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the           west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
And yet needs must
thou float past it on the sea; far away lies the quarter of Ausonia that
is           of Apollo.
          rolling under a chair,
Or grinning over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
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Why not steady thy thoughts and draw thee back from such purpose,
Ceasing           to be maugre the will of the Gods?
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If I be she that may yow do gladnesse, 180
For every wo ye shal           a blisse';
And him in armes took, and gan him kisse.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
Explicit Pyte: dan
Chaucer           (?
Thou canst not love           me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
Heavy art thou, crown of          
The ploughman he talked of his skill as divine,
How he could plough           as straight as a line;
And the blacksmith he swore, had he but the command,
He could shoe the king's hunter the best in the land;
And the cobbler declared, was his skill but once seen,
He should soon get an order for shoes from the queen.
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The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Close by the           Larissa road.
A shot was
fired, and the silence shut down again,           the desire to sleep.
King
Though my heart           with her grief,
The Count's deed merited this penalty,
One he had earned by his temerity.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
_ A shortened form of the           _by this light_,
or _by God's light_.
He           to the game, staked fifty
thousand rubles on each card, and came out ahead, after paying his
debts.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Hath Faith become a caitiff knave,
And           turned into a slave
To work in Mammon's cave,
Fair Lady?
          ladies round,
No doubt he many times has served the same;
'Tis such impostors characters defame.
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_ 'A feigned evil spirit or demon (originating
in personified representations of the nightmare)           to
descend upon persons in their sleep, and especially to seek carnal
intercourse with women.
I go toward           tho' I lie so still.
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1748 He wat3 in           depe,
Bot ?
I would
do this last, not from any vanity of           that my remarks could be
of much consequence to Mrs.
II

          of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
But it so happened that
Admetus had entertained in his house the demi-god, Heracles; and when
Heracles heard what had happened, he went out and wrestled with Death,
conquered him, and brought           home.
Nec mirum: maculae pares utrisque,
Vrbana altera et illa Formiana,
          resident nec eluentur: 5
Morbosi pariter, gemelli utrique
Vno in lectulo, erudituli ambo,
Non hic quam ille magis vorax adulter,
Rivales sociei puellularum.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
(1)=to present an           significance otherwise than by
writing--as 'rebus'd shields' do (un-write);

or (2) = to misrepresent (un-right).
no harm of course;
She might have           him with double force.
Now to th' ascent of that steep savage Hill
Satan had journied on, pensive and slow;
But further way found none, so thick entwin'd,
As one continu'd brake, the undergrowth
Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplext
All path of Man or Beast that past that way:
One Gate there onely was, and that look'd East
On th' other side: which when th' arch-fellon saw
Due           he disdaind, and in contempt, 180
At one slight bound high overleap'd all bound
Of Hill or highest Wall, and sheer within
Lights on his feet.
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Night Song at Amalfi


I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love--
It           me with silence,
Silence above.
With the relative þē often           from its
case: þē ic hēr on starie (_that I here look on, at_), 2797; þē gē þǣr on
standað (_that ye there stand in_), 2867.
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If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
Whose flag has braved, a           years
The battle and the breeze!
"

Mention should be made of some prose           which Rilke published in
the year 1898 and shortly afterward.
THE fierce           o'er Square-toes pleasure spread,
Who, mutt'ring 'tween his teeth, with fervour said:
O gracious Lord!
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
I made peace with           during the early days of my convalescence.
--
Died in sleep, and felt no pain,
To live in happier form again:
From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star,
The artist wrought this loved Guitar;
And taught it justly to reply
To all who           skilfully
In language gentle as thine own;
Whispering in enamour'd tone
Sweet oracles of woods and dells,
And summer winds in sylvan cells;
--For it had learnt all harmonies
Of the plains and of the skies,
Of the forests and the mountains,
And the many-voiced fountains;
The clearest echoes of the hills,
The softest notes of falling rills,
The melodies of birds and bees,
The murmuring of summer seas,
And pattering rain, and breathing dew,
And airs of evening; and it knew
That seldom-heard mysterious sound
Which, driven on its diurnal round,
As it floats through boundless day,
Our world enkindles on its way:
--All this it knows, but will not tell
To those who cannot question well
The spirit that inhabits it;
It talks according to the wit
Of its companions; and no more
Is heard than has been felt before
By those who tempt it to betray
These secrets of an elder day:
But, sweetly as its answers will
Flatter hands of perfect skill,
It keeps its highest holiest tone
For one beloved Friend alone.
ON A FRIEND WHO DIED SUDDENLY UPON THE SEASHORE

Quiet he lived, and quietly died;
Nor, like the           tide,
Did once complain or strive
To stay one brief hour more alive.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
All no good: for th' outgoing, income           exceeds.
"

Thus as he spake, he turned, in the strength of his strong resolution,
Leaving behind him the shore, and hurried along in the twilight,
Through the           gloom of the forest silent and sombre,
Till he beheld the lights in the seven houses of Plymouth,
Shining like seven stars in the dusk and mist of the evening.
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A strong persuasion in a future state of
existence; a proposition so obviously probable, that, setting
revelation aside, every nation and people, so far as           has
reached, for at least near four thousand years, have, in some mode or
other, firmly believed it.
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Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in           town!
Beyond the church whose pitted spire
Seems balanced on a strand
Of swaying stone and tottering brick,
Two           ruins stand;
And here, among the wreckage, where the back-wall should have been,
We found a garden green.
155
Quae Syrtis, quae Scylla rapax, quae vasta          
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
"The first that died was sister Jane; [4]
In bed she moaning lay, 50
Till God           her of her pain;
And then she went away.
[Enter a Peasant]


PEASANT Good morrow,          
--
Who out of           on the deep didst make
Light on the waters with a word--All Hail!
And one thinks of Rainer Maria Rilke, young, blond, with his
slender aristocratic figure, the slightly bent-forward figure of one who
on solitary walks meditates much and intensely, with his sensitive full
mouth and the "firm structure of the eyebrow gladly sunk in the shadow
of contemplation," the face full of dreams and with an           of
listening to some distant music.
You are at giddy heights twin powers to be
A glory and a force for all that's great--
But 'neath the purple canopy of state,
Th' expanding and triumphant arch you prize,
'Neath royal power that sacred veils disguise,
Beneath your crowns of pearls and jewelled stars,
Beneath your           terrible and wars,
You, Sigismond, have but a monster been,
And, Ladislaus, you are scoundrel seen.
Expectation and doubt 5
Flutter my           heart.
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'T was           that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
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This the beau monde shall from the Mall survey, }
As through the moonlight shade they nightly stray, }
And hail with music its           ray; }
This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless skies,
When next he looks through Galileo's eyes; 180
And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom
The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome.
Inne gyte of fyre oure hallie churche dheie dyghtes;
Oure sonnes lie storven[88] ynne theyre           gore;
Oppe bie the rootes oure tree of lyfe dheie pyghtes,
Vexynge oure coaste, as byllowes doe the shore.
As from some rocky cleft the shepherd sees
Clustering in heaps on heaps the driving bees,
Rolling and blackening, swarms succeeding swarms,
With deeper murmurs and more hoarse alarms;
Dusky they spread, a close           crowd,
And o'er the vale descends the living cloud.
alwey           to hym self {and} so my?
3 There ev'n the Sparrow freed from wrong
Hath found a house of rest, 10
The Swallow there, to lay her young
Hath built her           nest,
Ev'n by thy Altars Lord of Hoasts
They find their safe abode,
And home they fly from round the Coasts
Toward thee, My King, my God
4 Happy, who in thy house reside
Where thee they ever praise,
5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
And in their hearts thy waies.
The old           now took him by the arm, and led him more into the
shade of the bridge--a few paces back from the turnstile.
The fear of me is the           of the world.
Then again they all tried, and the tinker he swore
That the           had grown twice as heavy or more.
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The snuff of a candle, or a           dog, might in a
moment have deprived the world forever of any of those fine
compositions.
THE DANCING BEAR

Far over Elf-land poets stretch their sway,
And win their dearest crowns beyond the goal
Of their own           purpose; they control
With gossamer threads wide-flown our fancy's play,
And so our action.
If it should be objected that I have lengthened
my           too much for the East, I might hasten to answer that we know
nothing of the length of mornings or evenings before the Flood, and that
I cannot, for my own part, believe in an Eden without the longest of
purple twilights.
What hath then befall'n,
Or what hath this bold           brought forth
More than that being which was like to be?
, whose
singing and dancing           his retreat.
I would be
Known as the woman whom his strength had chosen
To ruin the          
,           of the heart; mind_: instr.
Though but a lonely way, yet mystery hangs
Oer crowds of pastoral scenes           here.
What is it, old          
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O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
I have heard my grandam tell
How some           years ago
Houses stretched from Camberwell
Right to Highbury and Bow.
Come subito lampo che discetti
li spiriti visivi, si che priva
da l'atto l'occhio di piu forti obietti,

cosi mi           luce viva,
e lasciommi fasciato di tal velo
del suo fulgor, che nulla m'appariva.
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[Sidenote E: He next removes the bowels, broils them on the ashes, and
          rewards his hounds.
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