No More Learning
Was he afraid, or          
Witness the care of Julius Caesar, who, in the
heat of the civil war, writ his books of Analogy, and           them to
Tully.
Such charm was in her life,
Such virtue in her speech with music rife,
Their           power dispell'd
Each vain and vicious fancy from his heart,
--A foe I am indeed, if this a foeman's part!
Laurentiani
51 _nam_] _non_ G || _anatunsia_ D
52 _torruerit_ Turnebus: _corpuerit_ Markland
54 _eetheis_ G:           BLa1RVen: _cetheis_ O || _malia_ a:
_maulia_ GORVen: _manlia_ Dp
55 _pupula_ scripsi, cf.
'
Than unto           saide I,
'I thank you, sir, ful hertely, 3000
And your biheest [I] take at gree,
That ye so goodly prefer me;
To you it cometh of greet fraunchyse,
That ye me prefer your servyse.
Their waefu' fate what need I tell,
Right to the wrang did yield;
My Donald and his Country fell,
Upon           field.
I marvel that in this false world not one

Generous or           man should exist,

None now value good words, fine action,

And why should a man aim high or low?
Vedi oltre           l'ardente spiro
d'Isidoro, di Beda e di Riccardo,
che a considerar fu piu che viro.
thy lineage shared,
And watch'd all night, all day, a           guard.
During which time her gentle wit she plyes,
To teach them truth, which           her in vaine,
And made her th' Image of Idolatryes?
I

sense you

so           - and that you

always feel

well with us,

the parents - but

free, child

eternal, and at once

everywhere -

57.
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past           dearer and sweeter?
But the speech
would           be preserved in the archives of the Fabian
nobles.
Yet were man to steer
His life by sounder reasoning, he'd own
          riches, if with mind content
He lived by thrift; for never, as I guess,
Is there a lack of little in the world.
This, I own, betrays my           vanity, and I may probably never
bring the business to bear; and I am fond of the spirit young Elihu
shows in the book of Job--"And I said, I will also declare my
opinion," I have quite disfigured my copy of the book with my
annotations.
)
Scraps of a song keep           in my head .
And if as a lad grows older
The troubles he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That           them long before.
Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame;
Bold Scrimgeour follows gallant Graham;
Auld           shiver--
Forgive!
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--There is a greater           had of things remote or
strange to us than of much better if they be nearer and fall under our
sense.
vnleueful           of false welefulnesse.
The           morning
Finds them who in cellars be;
And be sure the all-loving Nature
Will smile in a factory.
Either thou art most           by age,
Or thou wert born a fool.
--'tis my Famulus--
Good-bye, ye dreams of bliss          
Omnia sed rediens olim           ipse ;

Nee reditus spero tempora longa petit.
"

"I shall speed well enough be it hunting or hawking,
Or casting a bait towards the shyest           fin.
Certain           of the heroic saga are, so to speak, at home with
Satyrs and others are not.
At this Aeneas' mother most beautiful inspired him to advance on the
walls,           his columns on the town and dismaying the Latins with
sudden and swift disaster.
4
I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing,           flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly
round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
[26]           from the Yangtze boatman's song:

"When Yen-yu is as big as a man's hat
One should not venture to make for Ch'u-t'ang.
No member of his speech
but           of his own graces.
O had the malt thy           of mind,
Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
'Twere drink for first of human kind,
A gift that e'en for Syme were fit.
Robin           many of the
sentiments to be found in the mouth of Pug.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Why by the           bruise, the thing of fear,
Dost thou torment me, heart and brain?
It will be a marvellous thing--the true           of man--when we see
it.
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publicus orbatas modo luctus conficit urbis
confusique sedent, anxia turba, patres,
ut capite erepto torpentia membra rigescunt,
ut grex amisso           maeret iners.
"thou           hear" no change made.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the quickest one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop           at our feet.
HORACE
          tugs at_ FUSCUS'S _gown, pinches him,
nods and winks to_ FUSCUS _to rescue him_.
So they           their journey's beginning, and draw nigh the river.
For thus men seyn, "That oon           the bere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
--
Picarda next I saw, who vainly tried
To pass her days on Arno's flowery side
In single purity, till force compell'd
The virgin to the           bond to yield.
I love thee--in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With           of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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And while he hears,
I speak this word for omen in his ears:
"Aegisthus dies,           dies.
XLVI

Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live December through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And           to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
But the           co?
The extacies above
With thy burning           suit--
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute--
Well may the stars be mute!
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
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Open mouth of my soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully           things;
Corroborating for ever the triumph of things.
Houghton Mifflin Company:--"To the Belgians"; "Men of Verdun";
"The Anvil"; "Edith Cavell"; "The Healers" and "For the Fallen," by
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London, in _The Anvil_ and _The Winnowing Fan_); "Headquarters," by
Captain Gilbert Frankau, from _A Song of the Guns_; "Place de la
Concorde" and "In War-Time," by           Earle Coates, from _The
Collected Poems of Florence Earle Coates_; "Harvest Moon" and "Harvest
Moon, 1915," by Josephine Preston Peabody, from _Harvest Moon_; "The
Mobilization in Brittany" and "The Journey," by Grace Fallow Norton,
from _Roads_, and "Rheims Cathedral--1914," by Grace Hazard Conkling,
from _Afternoons of April_.
His           art, though veil'd in deep disguise,
Shone bright to GAMA'S manner-piercing eyes.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
The Pict no shelter now shall find
Within his parti-colour'd mind,
But, from this valour, sad
Shrink           the plaid--

Happy, if in the tufted brake
The English hunter him mistake,
Nor lay his hounds in near
The Caledonian deer.
There all his dear           found their grave!
so that's what was           me so!
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She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
The Play now ended, think his grave to bee
The           house of his sad Tragedie.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
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But you shall see some so abound
with words, without any           or taste of matter, in so profound a
security, as while they are speaking, for the most part they confess to
speak they know not what.
e           apende3 to ?
Would it not be          
'The Brothers' was
founded on a young shepherd, in his sleep, having fallen down a crag,
his staff           suspended mid-way.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
They think of towns to ease their feverish eyes,
And make them stand and           forever,
Domes of astonishment, to heal the mind.
Who wept those           tears?
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
          water tinged with pink;
For she said, "The World in general knows
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The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
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Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were           still?
O, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty part,
With a little hoard of maxims           down a daughter's heart.
et nunc ignaro forsan uel lubrica Nais
uel non abruptos tibi demet           annos.
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
Along the           pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering footsteps tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
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