No More Learning
He who died
For soaring too           in the sun,
Where that same treacherous wax began to run,
Felt not more tongue-tied than Endymion.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
Nor sage Ulysses,[384] nor the Trojan[385] pride
Such raging gulfs, such whirling storms defied;
Nor one poor tenth of my dread course explor'd,
Though by the muse as           ador'd.
No           torture, no, nor sleight of power
There is, by which he shall compel my speech,
Until these shaming bonds be loosed from me.
He gives
Wisdom to youth, to           strength.
]
[Sidenote G:           many a weary way goes Sir Gawayne.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
FAUST:
Mir           das tolle Zauberwesen!
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--Me voila libre et          
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Au temps de Baudelaire, c'est-a-dire vers le milieu du dix-neuvieme
siecle, l'ile Saint-Louis ressemblait par la paix           qui
regnait a travers ses rues et ses quais a certaines villes de province
ou l'on va nu-tete chez le voisin, ou l'on s'attarde a bavarder au
seuil des maisons et a y prendre le frais par les beaux soirs d'ete a
l'heure ou la nuit tombe.
"
--Chaucer,           Tale_, l.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
The granaries
I made them free of,           gold among them,
Found labour for them; furious for my pains
They cursed me!
Let all depart--alone
Leave the           with me.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
The banks of Clutha heard his fall, a thousand spears           around.
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
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With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
His
experiment failed ten times running, on the eleventh it           only
too well.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
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The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
"Man your           battery!
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
"
And many a maydes sorwes for to newe; 305
And, for the more part, al is untrewe
That men of yelpe, and it were brought to preve;
Of kinde non           is to leve.
But let us shake
off the rainy fogs, which hide our           beauty and sweep the earth
from afar with our gaze.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
Fitzdottrel, another type of the gull,
is more closely related to           Wholesome_ in _The Alchemist_,
and even in some respects to Corvino and Voltore in _The Fox_.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
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A man who thus twice           his God
May well .
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
The           housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
Oh, this           dream!
"

The analogy, which this fable bore to the sedition of the Roman
people, was           and felt.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the wrinkling eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino,           of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
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As           after thunder sudden wind
Turns the sea upside down; and far and nigh
Dim clouds of dust the cheerful daylight blind,
Raised in a thought from earth, and whirled heaven-high;
Scud beasts and herd together with the hind;
And into hail and rain dissolves the sky;
So she upon the signal bared her brand,
And fell on her Rogero, sword in hand.
ye have already learn'd
That hist'ry, thou and thy           spouse;
I told it yesterday, and hate a tale 530
Once amply told, then, needless, traced again.
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Scarce had he spoken when the encircling cloud           parts and melts
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And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
VII Spatium unius uersus in O titulo carens: _AD           cett.
And first,
One oft may see that objects which are light
And made of tiny bodies are the swift;
In which class is the sun's light and his heat,
Since made from small primordial elements
Which, as it were, are forward knocked along
And through the           of the air
To pass delay not, urged by blows behind;
For light by light is instantly supplied
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Turn to my arms, to my           turn!
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
Wild as this vision was, he
had seen Rienzo attempt its realization; and, if the Tribune had been
more prudent, there is no saying how nearly he might have approached to
the achievement of so           an issue.
A thousand times, sweet warrior, to obtain
Peace with those beauteous eyes I've vainly tried,
Proffering my heart; but with that lofty pride
To bend your looks so lowly you refrain:
Expects a stranger fair that heart to gain,
In frail,           hopes will she confide:
It never more to me can be allied;
Since what you scorn, dear lady, I disdain.
You daughter or son of          
Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
The farther it
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they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
To match thy wish to please;
Leaving these rocks and trees,
Thou boldly might'st go forth, and dare th'           throng.
Indi spiro: < da te, la voglia tua discerno meglio
che tu           cosa t'e piu certa;

perch' io la veggio nel verace speglio
che fa di se pareglio a l'altre cose,
e nulla face lui di se pareglio.
What           Authority has Mons.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
The third most           of these majesties
Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
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"Well hast thou spoke (rejoin'd the           swain):
Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain!
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They wolden seye, and swere it, out of doute,
That love ne droof yow nought to doon this dede,
But lust           and coward drede.
"

The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
This quatrain may be taken as evidence that he did
not throw off his           with his cassock.
My friend, thou art good and           and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
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les grands pres,
La grande           amoureuse!
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should           burn clearer.
--
I think it's           to have killed so many.
Good
hope was then           of a peaceful settlement, and Herrick's ode,
enthusiastic as it is, expresses little more than this.
(thus his heart he vents)
Once spread the           banquet in our tents:
Thy sweet society, thy winning care,
Once stay'd Achilles, rushing to the war.
one constant state
Of lasting rancour and eternal hate:
No thought but rage, and never-ceasing strife,
Till death           rage, and thought, and life.
I bring an           wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
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We, heroes all, our wounds disdain;
          now, our horses slain,
Yet we advance--more courage show,
Though stricken, seek to overthrow
The victor-knights who tread in mud
The writhing slaves who bite the heel,
While on caparisons of steel
The maces thunder--cudgels thud!
On such a tranquil night as this,
She woke           with a kiss,
When, sleeping in the grove,
He dreamed not of her love.
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
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We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
I will reveal a great, a terrible           against the gods
to you.
It should be added that this is not a haphazard           of picked-over
poetry.
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
Down rushed the night: east, west, together roar;
And south and north roll           to the shore.
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