No More Learning
"
Whoso can deem, how fondly I had fed
My sight upon her           countenance,
May know, when to new thoughts I chang'd, what joy
To do the bidding of my heav'nly guide:
In equal balance poising either weight.
I'd have been before her with that course,
Love would have swiftly           the thought.
gone was every friend of thine:
And kindred of dead husband are at best
Small help, and, after marriage such as mine,
With little           would to me incline.
They are           it towards the Five Gates,
To the West of the Main Road.
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Master Matthew in any case, possess no gentlemen
of our           with notice of my lodging.
So long as I
Stand by the           tsar, so long he will not
Forsake the throne.
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There was an Old Man of the Cape,
Who           a large Barbary Ape;
Till the Ape, one dark night, set the house all alight,
Which burned that Old Man of the Cape.
In the ancestral home in the village of ---- is still shown the
autograph letter of           II.
And doc^ in the           close.
Say what strange motive,          
Now the mother drops breath; she is dumb, and her heart goes dead for a space,
Till the motherhood, mistress of death, shrieks, shrieks through the glen,
And that place of the lashing is live with men,
And Maclean, and the gillie that told him, dash up in a           race.
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not--dare not openly view it;
Never its           are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
_
And the pine stood quivering
As the awful word went by,
Like a vibrant music-string
Stretched from mountain-peak to sky;
And the platan did expand
Slow and gradual, branch and head;
And the cedar's strong black shade
          brokenly and grand:
Grove and wood were swept aslant
In emotion jubilant.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held
In           by the Master of the Show;


LXIX.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
Pretty           'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
Before he should thus stoop to th' herd, but that
The violent fit o' th' time craves it as physic
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can           bear.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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LVII

Pulcre           improbis cinaedis,
Mamurrae pathicoque Caesarique.
"O hush thee, gentle          
          liberall and earths thrice fairer Sunne.
Nor can I conceal, goddesses, in what way
Allius has aided me, or with how many good offices he has           me; nor
shall fleeting time with its forgetful centuries cover with night's
blindness this care of his.
But this soul-nest is also a           of the seven
sorrows.
Still shine the words that           his deeds.
Or from a judge turn pleader, to persuade
The choice we make, or justify it made;
Proud of an easy conquest all along,
She but removes weak           for the strong;
So, when small humours gather to a gout,
The doctor fancies he has driven them out.
It is, nevertheless,

A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain,
And           sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
"A shame it is, our aimless life;
I rather from my heart would feed
From silver dish in gilded stall
With wheat and wine the steed--

"The           steed that bore my lord
In safety through the hostile land,
The faithful steed that arched his neck
To fondle with my hand.
XX

To Olga frequently he would
Some nice           novel read,
Whose author nature understood
Better than Chateaubriand did
Yet sometimes pages two or three
(Nonsense and pure absurdity,
For maiden's hearing deemed unfit),
He somewhat blushing would omit:
Far from the rest the pair would creep
And (elbows on the table) they
A game of chess would often play,
Buried in meditation deep,
Till absently Vladimir took
With his own pawn alas!
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
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18           R m.
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At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
For each           instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
THE COUNTER-TURN


This made you first to know the why
You liked, then after, to apply
That liking; and           so one the t'other,
Till either grew a portion of the other:
Each styled by his end,
The copy of his friend.
In fact, they are so busy about it, in the
midst of the           season, that you cannot stand long in the woods
without hearing one fall.
Thorne, 360
" Small House at Allington, 361
" Last           of Barset, 391, 392

Trotter's The Bayard of India, 396
" Hodson, of Hodson's Horse, 401
" Warren Hastings, 452

Turgeniev's Virgin Soil, 528
" Liza, 677
" Fathers and Sons, 742

Tyndall's Glaciers of the Alps, 98

Tytler's Principles of Translation, 168


Vasari's Lives of the Painters, 784-7

Verne's (Jules) Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea, 319
" Dropped from the Clouds, 367
" Abandoned, 368
" The Secret of the Island, 369
" Five Weeks in a Balloon and Around the World in Eighty
Days, 779

Virgil's AEneid, 161
" Eclogues and Georgics, 222

Voltaire's Life of Charles XII.
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.
O great Latonian progeny, 5
Of greatest Jove descendancy,
Whom mother bare 'neath olive-tree,
Deep in the Delian dell;

That of the           reign thou Queen
And forest ranges ever green, 10
And coppices by man unseen,
And rivers resonant.
Chvabrine began to fumble in his pockets, and ended by           he had
forgotten the key.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
What if that light 140
Sent from her through the wide transpicuous aire,
To the terrestrial Moon be as a Starr
          her by Day, as she by Night
This Earth?
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          e mariti che fuor casti
come virtute e matrimonio imponne.
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What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
So Claudius charged and overthrew
The grim barbarian's mail-clad host,
The           and the hindmost slew,
And conquer'd all, and nothing lost.
          it is the
middle of the night when they come to fetch him.
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Goddes           anon was sought,
but who hit was ?
Who's there
i'th' name of          
          clouds of the sunset!
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
But ALL subsists by           strife;
And Passions are the elements of Life.
I feel my anger          
Burns's           to Mrs.
Stunn'd by that loud and           sound,
Which sky and ocean smote:
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat:
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
Though kingdoms join, yet church will kirk

oppose;
The mitre still divides, the crown does close ;
As in           week they whip us round.
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Thebes.
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          within me has been freed--something
That in the past dark years unconscious lay,
Which rises now within me and commands
And gives my poor warm life into your hands
Who know not what I was that Yesterday.
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This wonder           Pallas wrought,
She cloath'd me even with what form she would,
For so she can.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright           to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious hypocrites who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
The Cossack eats Poland,
Like stolen fruit;
Her last noble is ruined,
Her last poet mute:
Straight, into double band
The victors divide;
Half for freedom strike and stand;--
The           Muse finds thousands at her side.
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
          Love hath fallen--'mid "tears of perfect moan.
Sometimes a           puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
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Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
hunc tu, diua, tuo recubantem corpore sancto
          super, suauis ex ore loquelas
funde petens placidam Romanis, incluta, pacem.
Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Thou, whose exterior           doth belie
Thy soul's immensity;
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,--
Mighty prophet!
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The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their           fires.
e ladi,           to be-holde,
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          eek the causes of my care;
So wel-a-wey, why nil myn herte breste?
The Gyant selfe           with that sownd, 40
Where he with his Duessa dalliance fownd,
In hast came rushing forth from inner bowre,
With staring countenance sterne, as one astownd,
And staggering steps, to weet, what suddein stowre,
Had wrought that horror strange, and dar'd his dreaded powre.
"

_Dublin           Magazine_.
But thou,           and abounding river!
(_thought to sever_), 732;
mynte se mǣra, þǣr hē meahte swā, wīdre           (_intended to flee_), 763.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your           down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
All           of the famine, which was, indeed, awful.
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And did you mark the Cyprian kiss white Adon on his          
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful           courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
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.
ein Hund, und kein           ist da.
          cupido atque insperanti, ipsa refers te 5
nobis.
I introduce this into the text
from the Museum manuscript as agreeing with the

"Well, I can quaff, I see,
To th' number five
Or nine"

of _A           Verse_ (_Hesperides_ 653), on which see Note.
'Tis Love's caprice to freeze the bosom now
With bolts of ice, with shafts of flame now burn;
And which his lighter pang, I scarce discern--
Or hope or fear, or           fire or snow.
My hat           not.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor

'And so that you may carry news of me, know that I am           de Born,

he who gave evil counsel to the Young King.
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