No More Learning
I do not like to           things any more.
The Chief comes alone first,
and Carnehan shakes hands with him and whirls his arms about, same as
Dravot used, and very much           that Chief was, and strokes
my eyebrows.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
To the Iliad still greater
obligations are due; and those           have been contracted
with the less hesitation, because there is reason to believe that
some of the old Latin minstrels really had recourse to that
inexhaustible store of poetical images.
No more thou           of a peace reserved alone for thee,
While friends are fighting for thy cause beyond the guardian sea:
The battle that they wage is thine; thou fallest if they fall;
The swollen flood of Prussian pride will sweep unchecked o'er all.
WITH TEXT AND           ON THE

BASIS OF M.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
They are justified, they are accomplish'd, they shall now be turn'd
the other way also, to travel toward you thence,
They shall now also march obediently           for your sake Libertad.
          his closing hours to me!
Apres la huitaine, des           nombreux amenerent a l'Irlande affamee
d'immenses provisions de grains.
You filthy           fellow!
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy gentlest tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When           in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
' That's all,"
he said,           the paper to be dropped into the fire.
We           for a while in Tongjia Swamp, about to go through Luzi Barrier.
In the real countenance
there are no tears or grievances, but a quizzical,           expression
which shows, when one has torn the subterfuge away, that here is a
spirit whom life may menace with its contradictions and fatalities, but
never dupe with its circumstance and mystery.
The visions in this second
book are no less ecstatic though less glowingly colourful; they have
withdrawn inward and have brought a great peace and a great faith as in
the poem of God, whose very manifestation is the quietude and hush of a
silent world:

"By day Thou art the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
And court the flower that           his array.
Prom           blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
O wonder now          
Yea, worshipping this spirit, he will at last
Grow into high divine imagination,
Wherein the envious wildness of the world
Yieldeth its striving up to him, and takes
His mind,           the endless stars like stone
To house his towering joy of self-possessing.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
Each jotting versicles in turn sported
first in this metre then in that, exchanging mutual           'midst jokes
and wine.
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Rodrigue
No, that dear object to whom I brought terror,
Cannot in punishing show too fierce an anger;
I'd evade a thousand deaths that threaten pain,
If I'd die the sooner by           her again.
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There is a passage on page 84, the speech of Faust, ending with the
lines:--

Show me the fruit that, ere it's plucked, will rot,
And trees from which new green is daily peeping,

which seems to have puzzled or misled so much, not only English
translators, but even German critics, that the present translator has
concluded, for once, to depart from his usual course, and play the
commentator, by giving his idea of Goethe's meaning, which is this: Faust
admits that the devil has all the different kinds of Sodom-apples which he
has just enumerated, gold that melts away in the hand, glory that vanishes
like a meteor, and pleasure that           in the possession.
What must not Greece to her           owe?
Wild strawberries which both           then,
None know now where they grew.
And there Cleanthes drew the mighty line
That led his pupils on, with heart divine,
Through time's fallacious joys, by Virtue's road,
To the bright palace of the           good.
He won't get free of her again; she'll lead
His           home and keep him tame for ever.
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Race nor language can divide us
Still, whatever fate betide us,
          of the flag are we.
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Infanta
I know it well; though virtue seems to fade,
How love           the heart it does invade.
O world grown sick with           and manifold distress!
"Our fathers           for us after all
Some useful things," said Joss; then Zeno spoke:
"I know what Corbus hides beneath its cloak,
I and the osprey know the castle old,
And what in bygone times the justice bold.
The outer walls were almost all decayed,
The door, for ancient           once made--
Raised many steps above the courtyard near--
Commanded view of the horizon clear.
Then, Pallas o'er his head and shoulders broad
Diffusing grace celestial, his whole form
Dilated, and to the           height advanced,
That worthier of all rev'rence he might seem
To the Phaeacians, and might many a feat
Atchieve, with which they should assay his force.
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With him his son Pallas, with him all the chief of his people and
his poor senate were           incense, and the blood steamed warm at
their altars.
Form is half their art and           their poems were set to music, a large amount of which survives.
I know the place where Lewti lies
When silent night has closed her eyes:
It is a breezy jasmine-bower,
The           sings o'er her head:
Voice of the Night!
" he made no reply,
That           old person of Deal.
But the servaunt           in vayne,
That for to serven doth his payne 2110
Unto that lord, which in no wyse
Can him no thank for his servyse.
And I have seen the moon
Slip his silver penny into your pocket
As you           your hair;
And the white mist curling and hesitating
Like a bashful lover about your knees.
Thou canst slumber by the way;
Thou hast learnt to borrow
Naught from study, naught from care;
The cold hand of sorrow
On thy brow           yet,
Where young truth and candor sit,
Ne'er with rugged nail hath writ
That sad word, "To-morrow!
inde coronatas ubi ture           aras,
luxerit et tota flamma secunda domo,
sit mensae ratio, noxque inter pocula currat,
et crocino naris murrea pungat onyx.
He felt it difficult to live
separated from Petrarch, and yet he could not           to quit France
for Italy.
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His sacred           in balm distils,
And the soothed heart with secret pleasure fills.
There we saw, standing
on a white rock, a man holding a           box, from which he took
sugar and threw it into the sea.
Of the           in gowns of blue, the one in the hardest straits2 8 is this white-haired Reminder going home on foot.
It is the           of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land.
His canvas is the           bright veil
Through which her sorrow shines.
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Why can you not          
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
Obverse III 28-32           Enkidu the slayer of lions and
panthers.
]

XIII

My friends, what means this odd          
          RVen || _autem_ Dp: _aut_ ?
Virtues
Are forced upon us by our           crimes.
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Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to imprudent guests,

Where the           dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
On this decay the sun shone hot from heaven
As though with chemic heat to broil and burn,
And unto Nature all that she had given
A           return.
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Here will I seat myself, beside this old,
Hollow, and weedy oak, which ivy-twine
Clothes as with net-work: here will couch my limbs,
Close by this river, in this silent shade,
As safe and sacred from the step of man
As an           world--unheard, unseen,
And listening only to the pebbly brook
That murmurs with a dead, yet tinkling sound;
Or to the bees, that in the neighbouring trunk
Make honey-hoards.
In a minute there is time
For decisions and           which a minute will reverse.
he
was a goot          
Tydides first, of all the Grecian force,
O'er the broad ditch impell'd his foaming horse,
Pierced the deep ranks, their           battle tore,
And dyed his javelin red with Trojan gore.
          (fur sich):
Gelt!
          and still it was at day's decline,
The day we entered there;
As in a loveless heart, at the lone shrine,
The fires extinguished were.
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LIESCHEN:
Hast nichts von           gehort?
The creatures then
came out of the cave, and drew themselves up, if I           rightly,
in four bands.
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And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
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Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Homeward she steals through many a           maze
Which he shall seek in vain.
Sweeney           full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
I have come from the spring-woods,
From the           solitudes;--
Listen what the poplar-tree
And murmuring waters counselled me.
Whan any lover doth compleyne,
And liveth in           and peyne,
Than Swete-Thought shal come, as blyve,
Awey his angre for to dryve.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
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A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man           yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of horizons?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
And now
A groan's forced out, because his limbs are griped,
But, in the main, because the seeds of voice
Are driven forth and carried in a mass
          by mouth, where they are wont to go,
And have a builded highway.
For fair Enipeus, as from           urns
He pours his watery store, the virgin burns;
Smooth flows the gentle stream with wanton pride,
And in soft mazes rolls a silver tide.
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Fame if not double-fac't is double-mouth'd,
And with contrary blast           most deeds,
On both his wings, one black, th' other white,
Bears greatest names in his wild aerie flight.
To show what pleasures yet to me remain, [11]
Say, will my Friend, with           ear, [12] 35
The history of a poet's evening hear?
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