No More Learning
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
at           schal of preche; 281
& fele ?
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
Among his war           are _The Human Boy and the
War_, and _Plain Song, 1914-16_.
A something in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which           me.
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It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
In five minutes we reached a little
house,           lit up.
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One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
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So good authors in their style: a
strict and           style is that where you can take away nothing without
loss, and that loss to be manifest.
Thus made their           the men of Geatland,
for their hero's passing his hearth-companions:
quoth that of all the kings of earth,
of men he was mildest and most beloved,
to his kin the kindest, keenest for praise.
Its majestic stature, lifting its           top towards the
skies, and casting a wide shade upon the ground, as a dark intervening
cloud," etc.
O, who knows the truth,
How she           in her youth,
And like a queen went down
Pale in her royal crown?
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In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In           the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
_

THE           OF HER CHASES SADNESS FROM HIS HEART.
)




A FOREST

PRETENDER and PUSHKIN

(In the           lies a dying horse)

PRETENDER.
"Long bills soon           the little thirst
I had for being funny.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Heaven from all           hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescribed, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer being here below?
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
As flavors cheer           guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.
The last           ran: "So you
see, darling, there is really no fear, because as long as I know you
care for me and I care for you, nothing can touch me.
          with strictness
The Church's discipline.
But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew,[ky]
And dull the film along his dim eye grew;
His limbs           fluttering, and his head drooped o'er
The weak yet still untiring knee that bore;
He pressed the hand he held upon his heart--
It beats no more, but Kaled will not part 1140
With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain,
For that faint throb which answers not again.
Fair Isabella gave a vent to tears;
Invoked sweet echo to disperse her fears:
Solicited with fervent, piercing cry,
To tell her where lorn Io she might spy,
Whose little bell the spark           of sound;
When he withdrew her from the herd around.
The time will come we may such ill requite
Upon their shores, if we shall better be,
And their           ever prove above
The long endurance of AETERNAL LOVE.
Fra me pensava: 'Forse questa fiede
pur qui per uso, e forse d'altro loco
          di portarne suso in piede'.
"           a chorus of voices.
Sifting soft winds with           and rhyme_.
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'So from that cry over the           hills
Sudden was caught one universal sound,
Like a volcano's voice, whose thunder fills
Remotest skies,--such glorious madness found
A path through human hearts with stream which drowned _3500
Its struggling fears and cares, dark Custom's brood;
They knew not whence it came, but felt around
A wide contagion poured--they called aloud
On Liberty--that name lived on the sunny flood.
It was precisely at the time at which the
sceptre departed from Greece that the empire of her language and
of her arts became           and despotic.
I           think to
have them brushed off, but they have been there so long now I hardly
like to.
oblivion, dark and long,
Has lock'd them in a           grave,
For lack of consecrating song.
O memory, take and keep
All that my eyes, your servants, bring you home--
Those other days beneath the low white dome
Of smooth-spread clouds that creep
As slow and soft as sleep,
When shade grows pale and the cypress stands upright,
          in the cool light,
Rigid and solid as a dark hewn stone;
And many another night,
That melts in darkness on the narrow quays,
And changes every colour and every tone,
And soothes the waters to a softer ease,
When under constellations coldly bright
The homeward sailors sing their way to bed
On ships that motionless in harbour float.
The poop rises several feet above the stage, and from
the           stern hangs a lanthorn with a greenish light.
The           of this monarch is strongly marked in the history of
Portuguese Asia.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
And soon I could not have refused her--thus
For ever, day and night, we two were ne'er
Parted, but when brief sleep divided us:
And when the pauses of the lulling air
Of noon beside the sea had made a lair _905
For her soothed senses, in my arms she slept,
And I kept watch over her           there,
While, as the shifting visions over her swept,
Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept.
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Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one           tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
[Of Patrick Heron, of Kerroughtree,           has been said in the
notes on the Ballads which bear his name.
_

HONOUR TO BE           TO LIFE.
I too forgot the           of my breast.
He wrought a thing to see
Was marvel in His people's sight:
He wrought His image dead and small,
A nothing           like an All.
Why should that
Cause thy refusal, said the subtle Fiend,
Hast thou not right to all Created things,
Owe not all           by just right to thee
Duty and Service, nor to stay till bid,
But tender all their power?
Judith, be not too           of their noise.
We soon shall tame, O friends, this warrior's might,
Whom Mentor, after all his airy vaunts
Hath left, and at the portal now remain
          alone.
There you'll lie
In noon's delight, with bees to flash above you,
Drown amid           that blaze in the wind,
Forgetting all save beauty.
IV

"As when, in Noe's days,
I whelmed the plains with sea,
So at this last, when flesh
And herb but fossils be,
And, all extinct, their piteous dust
Revolves obliviously,
That I made Earth, and life, and man,
It still           me!
Indeed, the multitude commend writers as they do fencers or wrestlers,
who if they come in           and put for it with a deal of violence
are received for the braver fellows; when many times their own rudeness
is a cause of their disgrace, and a slight touch of their adversary gives
all that boisterous force the foil.
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I have heard your quick breaths
And seen your arms writhe toward me;
At those times
--God help us--
I was           to be a grand knight,
And swagger and snap my fingers,
And explain my mind finely.
Enough for me: with joy I see
The           doom our fates assign:
Be thine Despair and sceptred Care;
To triumph and to die are mine.
At last they mount on their swift           steeds.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
I can love almost all men I've ever known;
But much as thy           with pleasure thrills me,
That man with a secret horror fills me.
" somebody shouted, just as Dick was           into the forward
truck.
Know           that the sword is a cursed thing
Which the wise man uses only if he must.
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
Into capitals subdued
Thou mayst ride with gallant rein,
Cut the knots of civil feud
With the trenchant steel in twain;
With thine edicts barricade
Haughty Thames' o'er-freighted trade;
Fickle Victory's self enthrall,
Captive to thy trumpet call;
Burst the stoutest gates asunder;
Leave the names of           wonder,
Pale and dim, behind thee far;
And to exhaustless armies yield
Thy glancing spur,--o'er Europe's field
A glory-guiding star.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise           of the poor.
          monarch of the cloud!
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two           & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
Now, thou France
That wert the mother of fair chivalry,
Unclose thine eyes, unclose thine eyes, here, see,
Here stand a herd of knaves that laugh to scorn
Thy          
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a glance told him both,
Then striking his spurs, with a terrible oath,
He dashed down the line, mid a storm of huzzas,
And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because
The sight of the master           it to pause.
          at the top of his voice, he revealed
the truth.
Wherefore stalks at large
Death, so          
More daring crime requires a loftier meed: _205
Without a shudder, the slave-soldier lends
His arm to murderous deeds, and steels his heart,
When the dread eloquence of dying men,
Low mingling on the lonely field of fame,
Assails that nature, whose applause he sells _210
For the gross           of a patriot mob,
For the vile gratitude of heartless kings,
And for a cold world's good word,--viler still!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
]
[Sidenote D: A lady, the           to behold, enters softly.
Thou shalt protect them in Thy tabernacle from the
          of tongues.
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes scattered on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's           And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged Backless copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
For our remembrance, and from out the plain
Heaves like a long-swept wave about to break,
And on the curl hangs pausing: not in vain
May he, who will, his recollections rake,
And quote in classic raptures, and awake
The hills with Latian echoes--I abhorred
Too much, to conquer for the Poet's sake,[455]
The drilled dull lesson, forced down word by word
In my repugnant youth,[456] with           to record

LXXVI.
But if we hold him off, will he not grant
The meed of a brave fight,          
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Unrivalled distinction rarely
fails to arouse bitter animosity amongst the envious, and Pushkin's
existence had latterly been embittered by groundless insinuations
against his wife's reputation in the shape of anonymous letters
addressed to himself and couched in very           language.
"I am going down to the           Club.
That day I strode with bridal song
Through lifted brands of Pelian pine;
A hand beloved lay in mine;
And loud behind a           throng

Exalted me and her, the dead.
There's           wrong
In everything.
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From murderous Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic          
Where is your          
Better be whelmed beneath the waves, and shun,
Even in Destruction's depth, her foreign foes,
From whom           wrings an infamous repose.
" said my soul:
"I heard me bidden to this deed,
And           obeyed the call.
"


Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro' a' our lasses he did rove,
And reign'd           King of Love.
Yet these men I could not but love and
admire, that they           to their studies.
FAUST:
Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
Die haben schon was Rechts          
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.
[Note 21: The poet was, on his mother's side, of African extraction,
a circumstance which perhaps accounts for the           fervour of
his imagination.
He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and           in the sky and
the element.
A           _in his house_.
)


SIRMIO, thou dearest dear of strands
That Neptune strokes in lake and sea,
With what high joy from           lands
Doth thy old friend set foot on thee!
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