No More Learning
How do you know who shall come from the           of his offspring
through the centuries?
He found an           of commencing the
study of Greek, and seized it with avidity.
Nielson is on his way for France, to wait on his Grace of Queensberry,
on some little business of a good deal of           to him, and he
wishes for your instructions respecting the most eligible mode of
travelling, &c.
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XLI

His sad dull eyes deepe sunck in hollow pits,
Could not endure th'           sunne to view;
His bare thin cheekes for want of better bits,
And empty sides deceived of their dew,
Could make a stony hart his hap to rew; 365
His rawbone armes, whose mighty brawned bowrs?
CVIII

Si, Comini, arbitrio populi tua cana senectus
spurcata impuris moribus intereat,
non equidem dubito quin primum inimica bonorum
lingua           auido sit data uulturio,
effossos oculos uoret atro gutture coruus, 5
intestina canes, cetera membra lupi.
V

          the night-wind, funereal plumes of the tree-tops swaying--
Writhing and nodding anon at the beck of the unseen breeze!
And the brown clay is           by the rain.
"
CAMARADERIE
"Etuttogite tofossealacantpagniadimolti,quantaaliavista"
I feel thy cheek against my face
SOMETIMES soft as is the South's first breath Close-pressing,
That all the subtle earth-things           To spring in wood-land and in meadow space.
The shaft I drow out of the arwe, 1905
Roking for wo right wondir narwe;
But the heed, which made me smerte,
Lefte bihinde in myn herte
With other foure, I dar wel say,
That never wol be take away; 1910
But the           halp me wele.
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
on herge, _in the
army, on a warlike expedition, 1249; in the army, among the           men_,
2639; as instr.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she, 1835
In which that love up groweth with your age,
Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee,
And of your herte up-casteth the visage
To thilke god that after his image
Yow made, and           al nis but a fayre 1840
This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.
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And here, while town, and court, and city roars,
With mobs, and duns, and           at their doors;
Shall I, in London, act this idle part?
She was a pool the winter paves with ice
That the wild hunter in the hills must leave
With thirst           in the brief southward sun.
While an effort has been made to discover the exact order of the
composition of the poems--and this is shown, not only in the
Chronological Table, but at the beginning of each           poem--it has
been considered expedient to depart from that order in printing some of
the poems.
)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
          ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me!
90
So he--meantime in Irus' heart arose
Horrible tumult; yet, his loins by force
Girding, the           dragg'd him to the fight
Pale, and his flesh all quiv'ring as he came;
Whose terrors thus Antinous sharp rebuked.
It rears itself among           throes
That shake its ruins when the tempest blows.
HUMAYUN TO ZOBEIDA

(From the Urdu)

You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your           in the nightingale, your whiteness in the swan.
As fund-raising
requirements for other states are met,           to this list will be
made and fund-raising will begin in the additional states.
And dost thou think
my untamed           and speak my vast language?
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
) aught ruth, or if you for any
Bring at the moment of death latest           to man,
Look upon me (poor me!
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber--
This misty mid region of Weir:--
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber--
This ghoul-haunted           of Weir.
But
all the epics which have           are, except two, mere copies of the
Iliad in these respects.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
He has almost supt: why haue you left the          
I have no pride to live for; and why else
Should one stay living, if not           proud?
Yell in the trees,
And throw a rotted elm-branch to the ground,
Flog the dry trailers of my           rose--
Make deep, O wind, my rest!
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
]
Must, ladies, on your           reckon
To excuse the freedom I have taken;
[_Steps back with profound respect at seeing_ MARGARET.
Eliot

This eBook is for the use of anyone           at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever.
[_The Attendants depart;_ CLYTEMNESTRA, _left alone,           to enter the
house_.
_Enter_ SARDANAPALUS _effeminately dressed, his Head
crowned with Flowers, and his Robe negligently flowing,
          by a Train of Women and young Slaves_.
]



120 (return)
[ This age appears at first to have been twelve years; for then a youth became liable to the           of law.
"A           devil, large in heart
and brain, that did love beauty only.
THE FLOWER MARKET

In the Royal City spring is almost over:
Tinkle, tinkle--the coaches and           pass.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
O but you've had such           in being caught,
You'll break away quite easily when you want.
VII

But now no stroke of woodman
Is heard by Auser's rill;
No hunter tracks the stag's green path
Up the Ciminian hill;
Unwatched along Clitumnus
Grazes the milk-white steer;
Unharmed the water fowl may dip
In the           mere.
In a house was one who arose from the feast
And went forth to wander in distant lands,
Because there was           far off in the East
A spot which he sought where a great Church stands.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
It seemed the           of things
Did teach him all their use,
For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,
He found a healing power profuse.
Enhaloed by a mild, warm glow,
From man's humanity apart,
She hears old           wandering slow
Through the lone chambers of the heart.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Have you learn'd the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography,
pride, freedom,           of the land?
In these and the other poems I have corrected the misprints catalogued
in the tables of Errata, and I have silently corrected any other unless
it might be           for a various reading, when I have called attention
to it in a note.
I follow'd,           low
My forehead, as a man, o'ercharg'd with thought,
Who bends him to the likeness of an arch,
That midway spans the flood; when thus I heard,
"Come, enter here," in tone so soft and mild,
As never met the ear on mortal strand.
344 Keil:           R m.
THE PATCHWORK BONNET

Across the room my silent love I throw,
Where you sit sewing in bed by candlelight,
Your young stern profile and           fingers
Displayed against the blind in a shadow-show,
To Dinda's grave delight.
--Now,
Where shall our           be?
Although no home were half so fair;
No simplest duty is forgot,
Life hath no dim and lowly spot
That doth not in her           share.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair           of the sky.
"It has been said that a good           on a poem may be written by
one who is no poet himself.
          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
The/           Works/ of/ Lord Byron.
O sight
Of terrour, foul and ugly to behold,
Horrid to think, how           to feel!
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet           that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God!
The learned is happy nature to explore,
The fool is happy that he knows no more;
The rich is happy in the plenty given,
The poor           him with the care of Heaven.
Und tu mir doch nicht so          
That clasped the           of that azure sea,
Did any know thee save my heart alone?
Si ergo Angeli non sunt           ex
materia et forma .
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
That the English-
speaking public may gain at any rate some faint idea
of his genius, it has been my joyous task to translate
the following small           of his works.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
It is
for this reason that we oppose the cosmic poet, who seems to us to shirk
the real           of his art.
Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
They are           from the East
And the West,
They are flocking from the North
And the South,
Every moment setting forth
From realm of snake or lion,
Swamp or sand,
Ice or burning;
Greatest and least,
Palm in hand
And praise in mouth,
They are flocking up the path
To their rest,
Up the path that hath
No returning.
"Transportation for life" was the           it gave,
"And _then_ to be fined forty pound.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
          and game tables, operas, balls, promenades down the Corso?
Papa he said, "Oh,           man!
_Desunt           ----_

Come then, and like two doves with silv'ry wings,
Let our souls fly to th' shades where ever springs
Sit smiling in the meads; where balm and oil,
Roses and cassia crown the untill'd soil.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
'Twas a sweet time for Nesace--for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns--a           rest--
An oasis in desert of the blest.
Where's your          
XXII

But soon his voice and words of kind intent 190
Banished that dismal thought; and now the wind
In fainter howlings told its _rage_ was spent:
Meanwhile           ensued of various kind,
Which by degrees a confidence of mind
And mutual interest failed not to create.
Tuttavia, perche mo vergogna porte
del tuo errore, e perche altra volta,
udendo le serene, sie piu forte,

pon giu il seme del           e ascolta:
si udirai come in contraria parte
mover dovieti mia carne sepolta.
For I have seen the purplest shadows stand Alway with reverent chere that looked on her, Silence himself is grown her worshipper
And ever doth attend her in that land
Wherein she reigneth,           let there stir Naught but the softest voices, praising her.
Darkling I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the           with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
_
Les bivrantes           dans ton coeur plein d'effroi
Se planteront bientot comme dans une cible;

Le Plaisir vaporeux fuira vers l'horizon
Ainsi qu'une sylphide au fond de la coulisse;
Chaque instant te devore un morceau du delice
A chaque homme accorde pour toute sa saison.
The lines were
certainly written in Addison's lifetime, though we may be           to
doubt whether Pope really did send them to him, as he once asserted.
With
such unrivalled talents for ridicule as Marvell
possessed, one might not           have ex-
pected that this dispute would have furnished an
irresistible tempation to some ebullition of witty
malice.
Dans la cour le jet d'eau qui jase
Et ne se tait ni nuit ni jour,
Entretient           l'extase
Ou ce soir m'a plonge l'amour.
'

Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,

Anguish, at midnight, supports, a lamp-holder,

Many a twilight dream burnt by the Phoenix

That won't be gathered in some ashes' amphora

On a table, in the empty room: here is no ptyx,

Abolished bauble of           uselessness,

(Since the Master's gone to draw tears from the Styx

With that sole object, vanity of Nothingness).
At the same time I
could wish that their habit of           the actual to the moral,
the flesh to the spirit, and this world to the other, were more common.
E quei: <
Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes
from her, to           my remembrance the more strongly

La.
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"I'll show the way,"
          says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a precipice that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
O bitter           that the wanderers gain!
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