No More Learning
Even as a fire leaps into flame and burns
Leaping and           in its lovely flight,
And then under the flame a glowing dome
Deepens slowly into blood-like light:--
So did you flame and in flame take delight,
So are you hollow'd now with aching fire.
This,           to your idea and _mine _of
poetry, I feel to be false-the less poetical the critic, the less just
the critique, and the converse.
Illness and poverty,           of
death

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Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with           as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky,

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Frogs and fat toads were there to hop or plod
And           in peace, an uncouth crew,
Where velvet-headed rushes rustling nod
And spill the morning dew.
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"My Lords Barons," says the Emperour then, Charles,
"King           hath sent me his messages;
Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
Then hush'd was all lament, all fear subdued;
Each on those beauteous           gazed intent,
And from despair was arm'd with fortitude.
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On no           did he laugh, nor indeed did I ever see him
smile.
We are content with Cupid's delights, authentic and naked--

And with the           creak /crack of the bed as it rocks.
Oh, Nymphs of the          
But           soon together drew,
What she did separate lay ;

Of which one perfect beauty grew,
And that was Celia.
How soon to habits she conformed
Which           dignity must brook!
You'll have five           every day;
Be in at the stroke of the bell I pray!
He had headed
the           of his colony in declaring for Galba, and his services
had won him a position as imperial agent.
or in womanly          
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
SCHULER:
Ich kann           wieder gehn,
Ich muss Euch noch mein Stammbuch uberreichen,
Gonn Eure Gunst mir dieses Zeichen!
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Fro           unto Burgoyne
Ther nis a fairer nekke, y-wis, 555
To fele how smothe and softe it is.
"That one, who on the ground beneath the rest
Sits lowest, yet his gaze directs aloft,
Us William, that brave Marquis, for whose cause
The deed of Alexandria and his war
Makes Conferrat and           weep.
Vultis Oliverum, Batavi,           Johannem ?
The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,
The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight,
His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
In viewing o're the rest o'th' selfe-same day,
He findes thee in the stout           Rankes,
Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
Can post with post, and euery one did beare
Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
And powr'd them downe before him

Ang.
I am ashamed
Thou           remember me.
I am startled--
a split leaf           on the paved floor--
I am anguished--defeated.
_Hansel-throne_, throne when first           by a king.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
An Account of the English           Poets.
          who the speaker is, I have
naturally inclined to the latter alternative.
6 His blood           revered the ?
Thither shall all the valiant youth resort,
And from his memory inflame their breasts
To matchless valour and           high.
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I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit
Drops           to the ground, and so let me.
folce           ofer sǣ sīde, _went with a band of warriors
over the wide sea_, 2394; gen.
'
As Uriel spoke with           eye,
A shudder ran around the sky;
The stern old war-gods shook their heads,
The seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds;
Seemed to the holy festival
The rash word boded ill to all;
The balance-beam of Fate was bent;
The bounds of good and ill were rent;
Strong Hades could not keep his own,
But all slid to confusion.
Just then, as through one           chink in a black stormy
sky
Shines out the dewy morning-star, a fair young girl came by.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the
kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on
that verdant and           mead.
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Both were           in affluence, and both had to face
unprepared the hardships of life.
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          a solemn banquet they prepare
Within the gorgeous palace of the king.
_stout Cortez_: History           here Balboa: (A.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
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CORYDON
"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade           you,
Ward off the solstice from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
Next Chemos, th' obscene dread of Moabs Sons,
From Aroer to Nebo, and the wild
Of           Abarim; in Hesebon
And Heronaim, Seons Realm, beyond
The flowry Dale of Sibma clad with Vines, 410
And Eleale to th' Asphaltick Pool.
To beauty's wiles, in ev'ry class, I've bowed;
Fawned, flattered, sighed, e'en           have vowed
What gained?
We may, if we like,
think that poetry would be more "natural" if it were composed by the
folk as the folk, and not by persons           endowed; and to think so
is doubtless agreeable to the notion that the folk is more important
than the individual.
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Les minutes, mortel folatre, sont des gangues
Qu'il ne faut pas lacher sans en           l'or!
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
Huc addent divi quam plurima, quae Themis olim
Antiquis solitast munera ferre piis:
Sitis felices et tu simul et tua vita 155
Et domus, ipsi in qua lusimus et domina,
Et qui           nobis te tradidit Anser,
A quo sunt primo mi omnia nata bona.
She and my father had
bequeathed me a name they had made noble and honoured, not merely in
literature, art, archaeology, and science, but in the public history of
my own country, in its           as a nation.
          174 Gaisford || _Nonius_ Plin.
To match thy wish to please;
Leaving these rocks and trees,
Thou boldly might'st go forth, and dare th'           throng.
Prague and the surrounding country are the ever           theme of
almost every one of these poems.
--With           gaze, lock'd joints, and step of pain,
Her seat scarce left, she strives, alas!
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It is full of simple, daily emotion, transported, by an awful power of
sight, to which the limits of reality are no barrier, into an unknown sea
and air; it is realized throughout the whole of its ghastly and marvellous
happenings; and there is in the           an ease, a buoyancy almost, which
I can only compare with the music of Mozart, extracting its sweetness from
the stuff of tragedy; it presents to us the utmost physical and spiritual
horror, not only without disgust, but with an alluring beauty.
Then ebb the mighty heaves,
That sway the forest like a           sea.
"And the tsar has           to arrest him--"

OFFICER.
Now with pallor 41
Blossoms of summer, rich is your fragrance still 42
Can such a pain be          
_

Ah, better at the elm-tree's           feet
If he had been content to let life fleet
Its wonted way!
Why, the crime is clear; the foul brute this very moment
belched forth a           odour of cheese right under my nose.
--Now the           youths, having followed this tale, all astonished,

Turned and beckoned their loves--love, do you comprehend?
"The ace wins,"           Herman, turning up his card without glancing at
it.
_("Quand           a gronde la bouche du Vesuve.
The ears are
excused, the           is not.
Otherwise there is no reason for its           in that place.
Mackinlay, as
one of the ministers to the Laigh, or           Kirk of Kilmarnock, on
the 6th of April, 1786.
But what oure foemen are, quod Girth, I'll shewe; 155
By Gods hie           they preestes are.
Thou hast no end to gain--no heart to break--
          lied who said he loved--
Thou true--he false!
Plusieurs entrent, marraines mecontentes,
En pans de lumiere dans les buffets,
Puis y          
Yes, with the pious ones, 'tis clear,
"All's grist that comes to their mill;"
They build their           here,
On Blocksberg, as on Carmel.
In power, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, placed
Behind the           and before the last.
When they were placed by him as           to
his Poems, they retain that place in this edition; but when they were
appendix notes--as e.
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Even now, while Saturn, rous'd from icy trance,
Went step for step with Thea through the woods,
Hyperion, leaving           in the rear,
Came slope upon the threshold of the west;
Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew ope
In smoothest silence, save what solemn tubes,
Blown by the serious Zephyrs, gave of sweet
And wandering sounds, slow-breathed melodies;
And like a rose in vermeil tint and shape,
In fragrance soft, and coolness to the eye, 210
That inlet to severe magnificence
Stood full blown, for the God to enter in.
Marry, I wad
full fain heard some           'tween you tway.
Then read from the           volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
I'll follow thee
Like an           spirit I'll follow thee
Even unto death.
Now gift of           and girding of sword,
joy of the house and home-delight
shall fail your folk; his freehold-land
every clansman within your kin
shall lose and leave, when lords high-born
hear afar of that flight of yours,
a fameless deed.
Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
More also.
In
conjunction with Warburton he proceeded further to revise the whole
poem, for which his new friend wrote notes and a ponderous introduction,
and made the capital mistake of           the frivolous, but clever,
Colley Gibber, with whom he had recently become embroiled, for his old
enemy, Theobald, as the hero.
th           of lijf;
His werkes shullen ben made rijf
Ouer al fer & neere.
by all thy           blest,
Above, below!
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth
Such subtlety of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the           on whose ray she goeth.
THE murmur of a bee
A           yieldeth me.
So you demand a bonus since you spent
One           and refrained from poisoning
Your testy grandmother!
But that Poe had overwhelming           in the formation of his
poetic genius is not the truth.
After, the King and all his army mount,
And           a prisoner is bound,
No harm to her, but only good he's vowed.
Indeed she is the
only person in           I have written to till this day.
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The bright moon, oh, how white it shines,
Shines down on the gauze           of my bed.
If you ever
ate a cherry, and did not make two bites of it, you must have
perceived it,--right in the centre of the luscious morsel, a large
earthy           left on the tongue.
_ alas, that magical sad sound
          all!
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