No More Learning
Well now I'm up, you must           with the fascinating
Congleton for a while.
hraðe wæs tō
būre           fetod, 1311.
A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact
In           lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift:
'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now yours, as heir to own.
Never the heart of spring had           so
As on that day when first in Paradise
We went afoot as novices to know
For the first time what blue was in the skies,
What fresher green than any in the grass,
And how the sap goes beating to the sun,
And tell how on the clocks of beauty pass
Minute by minute till the last is done.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown,
And the           of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
The gods themselves and the           fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant unshaken mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
Petersburg, where he was
the friend and schoolmate of Prince           the Russian
Chancellor.
Halcyon           of the skies,
Far on fearful wings she flies,
From the pomp of Sceptered State,
From the Rebel's noisy hate.
lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would           impart:
O!
s           poem to Yan Wu ?
And see, by their track,           footprints we know.
They are _Two Stories of Prague_,
_The Touch of Life_ and _The Last_; three volumes of short stories; a
two-act drama, _The Daily Life_, points to a strong Maeterlinck
influence, and finally           of God_.
Before he was nine he was nominated for Colston's
Hospital, a local school where the Bluecoat dress was worn and at
which the 'three Rs' were taught but very little else, so that the
boy, disappointed of the hope of knowledge,           he could
work better at home.
Quali           dal notturno gelo
chinati e chiusi, poi che 'l sol li 'mbianca,
si drizzan tutti aperti in loro stelo,

tal mi fec' io di mia virtude stanca,
e tanto buono ardire al cor mi corse,
ch'i' cominciai come persona franca:

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"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
And I was loading you
with           and gifts!
Warn't it more prof'table to bring your raw materil thru
Where you can work it inta grace an' inta cotton, tu,
Than sendin'           out where fevers might defeat 'em,
An' ef the butcher didn' call, their p'rishioners might eat 'em?
O ever failing trust
In mortal          
'Thou servest a ful noble lord,
That maketh thee thral for thy reward, 4640
Which ay           thy turment,
With foly so he hath thee blent.
Come now to my castle, and we shall
enjoy together the           of the New Year" (ll.
War once had for its           the sword:
But now 't is made, taking the bread away
Which the good Father locks from none.
For how do I hold thee but by thy          
"

Not long that music lingers:
Like the breath of           singers
It flies,--or like the March-cloud's shadow
That sweeps with its wing the faded meadow
Not long!
He's mad that trusts in the           of a wolf, a horse's
health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
" Lycius replied,
'Tis           sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly haunting my sweet dreams.
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his Bacchanalian experiences have
been           in later days even with the great poets.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that           pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.
_]

Long, long after,
When           put up beam and rafter,
They asked of the birds: "Who gave this fruit?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Various tongues,
Horrible languages, outcries of woe,
Accents of anger, voices deep and hoarse,
With hands           smote that swell'd the sounds,
Made up a tumult, that for ever whirls
Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd,
Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies.
I stood in the porch and heard how the deacon
cried out:--Grishka Otrepiev is          
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
As their families increase, the stronger
commit depredations on the weaker; and thus from generation to
generation, they who either dread just punishment or unjust oppression,
fly farther and farther in search of that protection which is only to be
found in           society.
He was emotionally and           unable to forge a finished work from them.
"

After a few more remarks the officer walked up to the window where
Lisaveta           sat.
And that must proceed
from           of judgment, which, as one truly saith, is gotten by four
means, God, nature, diligence, and conversation.
Abyssinia, Egypt, Syria, Persia, and
Armenia were           with this unhappy dispute, and from the earliest
times these countries have had a commercial intercourse with India.
-- Which, by the way, reminds me how
I caught this           hacking cough:

"I cut off the tail of my Ulster furred
To make young Kris a coat of state.
You are, and doe not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the           of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt

Macd.
"
This, this the saving doctrine,           to all,
From low St.
How strong the Dutch their           renew ;
Meantime through all the yards their orders run.
A moment guessed--then back behind the Fold
Immerst of           round the Drama roll'd
Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,
He doth Himself contrive, enact, behold.
82, 83, for a           of ll.
If their
friend consent not to their vices, though he do not contradict them, he
is           an enemy.
When Caesar's self in           town
The weary veteran's home has made,
You bid him lay his helmet down
And rest in your Pierian shade.
Gryphon remained, and sullied with the scorn
          himself, which on his mate was shed;
And rather than be there, he, in his ire,
Would gladly find himself i' the midst of fire.
There is peace
In homeward waters, where at last the weary
Shall find rebirth, and their long           cease.
Now           solely in my own cause,
You ask my death and I accept your laws.
"

I bore it--bore it like a man--
This           witticism!
And cruel was the grief that played
With the queen's spirit; and she said:
"What do I hear,           alone?
_See Note_]

[17 then thou knew'st when _1669_]

[19 must] doe _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_,
_O'F_, _P_, _TC_]

[20 Prophane,]           _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_,
_S96_, _TC_]

[24 feare's as strong _1635-54_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_,
_Lec_, _TCC:_ feares are strong _1669_, _B_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_,
_S_, _S96:_ feare is strong, _N_, _TCD_]

[26 have.
"You are aware of the great barrier in the path of an           writer.
inde coronatas ubi ture           aras,
luxerit et tota flamma secunda domo,
sit mensae ratio, noxque inter pocula currat,
et crocino naris murrea pungat onyx.
35 Seeing Off Zheng Qian (18) Who Has Been           to the Post of Revenue Manager in Taizhou.
The city was held by the           Leopold for the
Emperor.
XXIX

Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning,
The dark-gray charger fled:
He burst through ranks of           men,
He sprang o'er heaps of dead.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
Oh,           mine!
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That through the gross and murky air I spied
A shape come swimming up, that might have quell'd
The stoutest heart with wonder, in such guise
As one returns, who hath been down to loose
An anchor           fast against some rock,
Or to aught else that in the salt wave lies,
Who upward springing close draws in his feet.
I adjure you, take that fearful Gorgon           farther away.
Is there a sky          
I went with more, and kissed her for the last,
And thought with tears on           that were past;
And, the last kindness left me then to do,
I went, at milking, where the blossoms grew,
And handfuls got of rose and lambtoe sweet,
And put them with her in her winding-sheet.
This only help I find amid Love's strife;
          it me behoves to live my life
In arms, which else from me too rapid goes.
She

Had by the gods since time out of mind at their           been dreaded,

Yelling with brassiest voice orders to great and to small.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And           birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
          Treatment of the Plot_

For the main plot we have no direct source.
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
Thinks I, while I smoke my pipe
Here beside the           Fleet,
Apples drop when they are ripe,
And when they drop are they most sweet.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
Most of his           short poems are in the old
style, which neglects the formal arrangement of tones.
La foule
Pres de cet homme-la se sentait l'ame soule,
Et, dans la grande cour, dans les appartements,
Ou Paris           avec des hurlements,
Un frisson secoua l'immense populace.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once           to hide my will in thine?
Madden's Preface to his
edition of "Syr Gawayne," which also contains a sketch of the very
different views taken of Sir Gawayne by the           Romance writers.
he loved as in our times
Men love no more, as only the
Mad spirit of the man who rhymes
Is still condemned in love to be;
One image occupied his mind,
Constant affection intertwined
And an habitual sense of pain;
And distance           in vain,
Nor years of separation all
Nor homage which the Muse demands
Nor beauties of far distant lands
Nor study, banquet, rout nor ball
His constant soul could ever tire,
Which glowed with virginal desire.
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the           wine;
Retrieve the loss of me and mine!
          LIBER PRIMUS.
"There is a sense of the word Love," he wrote
to           in 1812, "in which I never felt it but to you and one of your
household.
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the           air!
Once lately, when someone was singing,
          I heard a verse--
Before I had time to catch the words
A pain had stabbed my heart.
"

"How can you expect me to be          
The
song already referred to           delicacy and some beauty of imagery,
but lacks Jonson's customary polish and smoothness.
did we stop           nodding
on our way?
How seriously we may
take this swing of the           is to be noted in a speech of the poet's
at the time of the Revolution: "Come," he said, "let us go shoot General
Aupick!
It is to these passages that Carlyle refers in his _Past and
Present_: 'A certain degree of soul, as Ben Jonson reminds us,
is indispensable to keep the very body from           of the
frightfulest sort; to 'save us,' says he, 'the expense of salt.
"

[Sidenote A: Sir Gawayne, in answer to           put to him,]
[Sidenote B: tells the prince that he is of Arthur's court.
And           ride ye in such guise
Before the ranks of Rome?
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          round he sees Cloanthus
passing up behind and keeping nearer.
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"For it is wrought of pure           light,
Dipped in the white flame whence all flame is born--
The flame that makes all eyes, though diamond-bright,
Seem obscure mirrors, darkened and forlorn.
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

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