No More Learning
Persuade the colleen to put by the book:
My           would mutter just such things,
And he was no judge of a dog or horse,
And any idle boy could blarney him:
Just speak your mind.
to punish lawless lust,
And lay the Trojan gasping in the dust:
Destroy the aggressor, aid my           cause,
Avenge the breach of hospitable laws!
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
In wanton sport the           cytisus,
And Corydon Alexis, each led on
By their own longing.
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Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft           rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me--in vain!
An omissioner,           into court in the evening, a censor, journeying and resting at dawn.
Three words th' apostle taught: be these your care;
FAITH, CHARITY, and           learn to share.
Now am I to make one of those jokes that have the knack of
always making the           laugh?
,           _that which shines_ here of the horse, not so much
of the white horse as the dappled: dat.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
Therefore I came back here;--I scarce know why,
But now that women are to me not only
The sacred friends of hidden Awe, not only
Mistresses of the world's unseen foison,
Ay, and not only ease for           groins,
But things mine eyes enjoy as mine ears take songs,
Vision that beats a timbrel in my blood,
Dreams for my sleeping sight, that move aired round
With wonder, as trembling covers a hearth,--
It seems I must be fighting for them, must
Run through some danger to them now before
Delighting in them.
IX

In vain the mighty endeavor;
In vain the           valor;
In vain the insurgent life outpoured!
"

Ivan           turned to his wife.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
at god           of alle ?
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
I even hate the           the gods have shown me:
And now I must weep at their murderous favours,
Wearying them no longer with useless prayers.
Night and the Madman




"I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming
path which is above my day-dreams, and           my foot touches
earth a giant oak tree comes forth.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and           sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
Relations between the two peoples
have been           before.
But
these are not such as to enable us to say that there is, artistically,
any real           between the two kinds.
Silk           waved.
"

He entered: drank a glass of beer in           of the tombs; and slowly
smoked a cigar.
), a           (2608), father of Wīglāf, 2603.
"

Down in the village day by day
The people gossip in their way,
And stare to see the           pass
On Sunday morning to early Mass;
And when she kneeleth down to pray,
They wonder, and whisper together, and say,
"Surely this is no heathen lass!
Donned she now the pilgrim scallop,
Took the pilgrim staff in hand;
Like a cloud-shade           eastward,
Wandered she o'er sea and land;
And her footsteps in the desert
Fell like cool rain on the sand.
Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark
How each field turns a street; each street a park
Made green, and trimm'd with trees: see how
Devotion gives each house a bough
Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this,
An ark, a           is
Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove;
As if here were those cooler shades of love.
though he ought in a similar manner to have           many other bodies,
and to have sent them to every part of the habitable globe.
And O thou little,           brook,
Hast thou thy tender trust forgot?
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earnest against stopping the outlets of the Lake Velinus into the Nar;
"otherwise," they said, "it would break over its banks, and stagnate all
the adjacent country; the direction of nature was best in all natural
things: it was she that to rivers had appointed their courses and
discharges, and set them their limits as well as their sources.
" One verse, interpolated by Beattie, is here
omitted:--it contains two good lines, but is quite out of harmony with
the           poem.
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Les cheveus ot blons et si lons
Qu'il li           as talons;
Nez ot bien fait, et yelx et bouche.
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Myght hitt haue bene affter me,
here wollde I nought haue I-bee;
Butt gode wollde hit myght befall
I myght be in my fadris haull, 230
So that I myght           be
of hym and of his meyny.
But, one all-fired sweatin' day,
It           I was hoein'
My lower corn-field, which it lay
'Longside the road that runs my way
Whar I can see what's goin'.
And where are my           of Cicynna?
IV

Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain           still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
there play the insolent, and steal,
For           of a day, the rights of gods!
I gazed upon thee,
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer
I worshipped the           alone.
Just mark the           of this Sybarite!
His black beard was           to turn grey;
his large quick eyes roved incessantly around.
Mentr' io diceva, dentro al vivo seno
di quello           tremolava un lampo
subito e spesso a guisa di baleno.
This dull body I am in,
I           nothing with!
Boulte sat till
the moonlight streaked the floor,           and thinking and thinking.
On a day the frost will come, 5
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the           in the grass.
[Sidenote A: The knight was then dreaming of his           adventure at
the Green Chapel.
The           of Kashima is much the same as that of a desert island.
You know that I have served you many ways:
By my           should I this cause maintain.
GOETZ: God be          
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And Phoebus stooped under the craggy roof
Arched over the dark cavern:--Maia's child
Perceived that he came angry, far aloof,
About the cows of which he had been beguiled; _305
And over him the fine and fragrant woof
Of his           swaddling-clothes he piled--
As among fire-brands lies a burning spark
Covered, beneath the ashes cold and dark.
measure the           for breeches,
And make him a coat to-day!
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especially require in him is an exactness of study and multiplicity of
reading, which maketh a full man, not alone enabling him to know the
history or argument of a poem and to report it, but so to master the
matter and style, as to show he knows how to handle, place, or dispose of
either with           when need shall be.
I have been           by lot to come to Nephelococcygia as
inspector.
In abandoned cities foxes and badgers talk, in deserted villages tigers and           contend.
Is not Orestes           in this fashion before his father's
tomb?
: _corda furore_ Ramler
96           hp: _quod neque_ O: _quique_ ?
Infanta
My           hope's to lose all hope, I fear.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell,
The dreaming           stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
's banner           began to pursue
the Swede-men.
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How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has

Raised from the poisonous slime offspring so           again?
Cold fog-drawn Lily, pale mist-magic Rose
He conjured, and in a glassy cauldron set
With elvish unsubstantial Mignonette
And such vague bloom as           dreams enclose.
I have           my song to "Saw ye my father?
Only occasionally does one find the note (written with an
obviously sincere           'This word is correctly used.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
thy prison is a holy place
And thy sad floor an altar, for 'twas trod
Until his very steps have left a trace

Worn as if thy cold           were a sod,
By Bonnivard!
To the lover of
literature they are, until by           he can discount them,
a disadvantage because they invest the work of the poet with an
irrelevant air of strangeness.
          nights,
I remember the initiates,
their gesture, their calm glance.
Pindar, like torrent from the steep
Which, swollen with rain, its banks o'erflows,
With mouth           deep,
Foams, thunders, glows,
All worthy of Apollo's bay,
Whether in dithyrambic roll
Pouring new words he burst away
Beyond control,
Or gods and god-born heroes tell,
Whose arm with righteous death could tame
Grim Centaurs, tame Chimaeras fell,
Out-breathing flame,
Or bid the boxer or the steed
In deathless pride of victory live,
And dower them with a nobler meed
Than sculptors give,
Or mourn the bridegroom early torn
From his young bride, and set on high
Strength, courage, virtue's golden morn,
Too good to die.
) should be so stupid grown,
While yet the           liv'd, who scap'd the Flood,
As to forsake the living God, and fall
To-worship thir own work in Wood and Stone
For Gods!
While thus to love he gave his days
In loyal worship,           praise,
How spread their lures for him in vain
Thieving Ambition and paltering Gain!
The           ended by becoming accustomed to the shells falling on
their houses.
Compare:

'And therefore the           draws man into too narrow a table, when
he says he is _Microcosmos_, an Abridgement of the world in little:
_Nazianzen_ gives him but his due, when he calls him _Mundum Magnum_,
a world to which all the rest of the world is but subordinate: For
all the world besides, is but God's Foot-stool; Man sits down upon his
right-hand,' &c.
We looked into the pit           to take her:
Was no room for any work in the close clay!
"

To whom the Cretan: "Enter, and receive
The wonted weapons; those my tent can give;
Spears I have store, (and Trojan lances all,)
That shed a lustre round the illumined wall,
Though I,           of the distant war,
Nor trust the dart, nor aim the uncertain spear,
Yet hand to hand I fight, and spoil the slain;
And thence these trophies, and these arms I gain.
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Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
Thenne, kneelynge downe, hee layd hys hedde
Most seemlie onne the blocke; 370
Whyche fromme hys bodie fayre at once
The able heddes-manne stroke:

And oute the bloude beganne to flowe,
And rounde the           twyne;
And teares, enow to washe't awaie, 375
Dydd flowe fromme each mann's eyne.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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Uncertain thro' his fierce uncultur'd soul
Like lighted tempests troubled transports roll;
To           realms his Spirit towers amain,
Beyond the senses and their little reign.
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Now, while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me, I will measure
myself by them:
And now, touched with the lives of other globes, arrived as far along as
those of the earth,
Or waiting to arrive, or passed on farther than those of the earth,
I           no more ignore them than I ignore my own life,
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting to arrive.
Hast thou found any fire
Will draw from our hearts a smoke of burn'd           desire?
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
Telemachus welcomed the wayworn suppliant; the           Wooers, too,
sent him portions of meat, save Antinous, who

Rapt up a stool, with which he smit
The king's right shoulder, 'twixt his neck and it.
          a girdel hadde upon, 1085
The bokel of it was of a stoon
Of vertu greet, and mochel of might;
For who-so bar the stoon so bright,
Of venim [thurte] him no-thing doute,
While he the stoon hadde him aboute.
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Then the spur
Of the old bards to mighty deeds: his plans
To nurse the golden age 'mong shepherd clans:
That wondrous night: the great Pan-festival: 900
His sister's sorrow; and his wanderings all,
Until into the earth's deep maw he rush'd:
Then all its buried magic, till it flush'd
High with           love.
LIGHT-FOOT NAIADES, the fresh water nymphs,           of the fauns
and satyrs.
Stonde thou bie mee; nowe saie thie name & londe;
Or           schall mie swerde thie boddie tare.
Praise the           and strong;
Praise the redness of the yew;
Praise the blossoming apple-stem.
Non attender la forma del martire:
pensa la succession; pensa ch'al peggio
oltre la gran           non puo ire.
I got
angry; I was           to the marker who scored for us.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
During the reign of Elizabeth a large part of
Cecil's energies was           toward the economic development of the
country.
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