No More Learning
Diegue
Yes, see, she's fainting, and from perfect love,
In this swoon, Sire, see how her           move.
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In Fiesone she
The          
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the           goes sneaking over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the midnight where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
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I have loved you: and despite your offence,
My heart is           for you in advance.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
          I am ever rul'd by you.
I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
The           babe, descending in its scale,

Leaped on my shore

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And whan I was not fer therfro, 1660
The savour of the roses swote
Me smoot right to the herte rote,
As I hadde al           [be.
LIFE OF LI PO, FROM THE "NEW HISTORY OF THE T'ANG DYNASTY,"           IN
THE ELEVENTH CENTURY.
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puella nam mei, quae meo sinu fugit,
amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,
pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,
          istic.
So my Lady holds her own
With           grace,
And fills her lofty place
With an untroubled face
As a queen may fill a throne.
" "They are also bound to grind their corn
at the _moulin banal_, or the lord's mill, where one           part
of it is taken for his use" as toll.
          thus aloof
Shunn'st thou my father, neither at his side
Sitting affectionate, nor utt'ring word?
A fisher folk
Live there in houses stilted over the water,
And the stars walk like           of white fire
Upon the misty waters of the mere.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of literature upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of           writing for
scholars.
If you have the           it does not necessarily follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
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CHORUS

O king Apollo, rule what is thine own,
But in this thing what share           to thee?
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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          then, to her of all thy train
Whom thou shalt most approve, the charge commit
Of thy concerns domestic, till the Gods
Themselves shall guide thee to a noble wife.
Tra l'erba e ' fior venia la mala striscia,
          ad ora ad or la testa, e 'l dosso
leccando come bestia che si liscia.
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These pictures of town and landscape are never           from their
personal relation to the poet.
Following its course
The adverse way, my           eyes were bent
On that one spot.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
n (779-831) wrote a famous essay           Li Po with
Tu Fu.
--How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand
still, entranced with           (while he weighed the disproportion
between the _speech_ and the _garb_ of the young Mirandula), to hear
thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of
Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale
at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or
Pindar--while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the
accents of the _inspired charity boy_!
Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon           growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars,
A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; 180
Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined,
          and friendly for all human kind,
Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
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          nist what to sey;
Ful fayn he wolde have fled awey,
For fere han hid, nere that he 3855
Al sodeynly took him with me.
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
Now, during the three years which Burns stayed
in Ellisland, he neither wrought with that           diligence which
farming demands, nor did he bestow upon it the unremitting attention
of eye and mind which such a farm required: besides his skill in
husbandry was but moderate--the rent, though of his own fixing, was
too high for him and for the times; the ground, though good, was not
so excellent as he might have had on the same estate--he employed more
servants than the number of acres demanded, and spread for them a
richer board than common: when we have said this we need not add the
expensive tastes induced by poetry, to keep readers from starting,
when they are told that Burns, at the close of the third year of
occupation, resigned his lease to the landlord, and bade farewell for
ever to the plough.
Hir eyen two were cleer and light
As any candel that           bright; 3200
And on hir heed she hadde a crown.
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;
Such raptures in my beating bosom rise,
I deem it sure a vision of the skies.
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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.
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