No More Learning
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"Such a          
It may still be objected that these Tales are unfounded or
that they have           a foundation easy to destroy; in short that
they are absurdities and have not the least tinge of probability.
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`Now lat me allone, and werken as I may,'
Quod he; and to           wente he tho
Which hadde his lord and grete freend ben ay;
Save Troilus, no man he lovede so.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
          in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
Rivers arise; whether thou be the Son,
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulphie Dun,
Or Trent, who like some earth-born Giant spreads
His thirty Armes along the           Meads,
Or sullen Mole that runneth underneath,
Or Severn swift, guilty of Maidens death,
Or Rockie Avon, or of Sedgie Lee,
Or Coaly Tine, or antient hallowed Dee,
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythians Name,
Or Medway smooth, or Royal Towred Thame.
The variety is incredible, and           we must
search.
Glory and wealth and power
Are base and           when compared with it.
An hour behind the           breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging yesterday!
Lord, this is           .
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Let it be but the witless mating of beasts,
Tamed and           knowing itself
And cunning in its own delight: What then?
us vi, dompna, primeiramen,

The day I saw you, lady that first time,

When you were pleased to let me see,

All other           departed from my mind,

And my wishes turned to you, utterly.
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There was an old person of Brill,
Who           a shirt with a frill;
But they said, "Don't you wish, you mayn't look like a fish,
You obsequious old person of Brill?
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`For to every wight som goodly aventure
Som tyme is shape, if he it can receyven;
And if that he wol take of it no cure,
Whan that it commeth, but           it weyven,
Lo, neither cas nor fortune him deceyven, 285
But right his verray slouthe and wrecchednesse;
And swich a wight is for to blame, I gesse.
For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions,

          for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse.
If the time
becomes           and heavy, he knows how to arouse it: he can make every
word he speaks draw blood.
As now she might have done,
So much to my good comfort as it is
Now           to my soul.
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not           was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Words           with ge- will be found under their root-word.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the           in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
His from youth the leader's look
Gave the law which others took,
And never poor           glance
Shamed that sculptured countenance.
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.
Thus rendering thanks that he is lowly bred,
Because from such none look for           deeds.
Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees           there.
Three           suns went down on _Welsted's_ lie.
Since I'll not find your equal,

Lovely as you, made as nobly,

Nor so joyous, sweet in body,

Lovely to every sense,

Nor so happy

Nor, by all repute, so worthy

I'll go seeking everywhere

A feature from each woman fair,

To make a           lady

Till you look again toward me.
" said she, "but even now
Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear,
Made           with every sweetest vow;
And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear: 310
How chang'd thou art!
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Struck for the           race with timely fear,
From frantic Mars she snatch'd the shield and spear;
Then the huge helmet lifting from his head,
Thus to the impetuous homicide she said:

"By what wild passion, furious!
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His offence in the eyes of de Crousaz was that he had
left out of account all doctrines of           theology.
O cruel hands that hold me          
[Enter Host           HERBERT.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the           with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To sacrifice to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
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This the poets understood by their
Helicon, Pegasus, or Parnassus; and this made Ovid to boast,

"Est deus in nobis, agitante calescimus illo
Sedibus           spiritus ille venit.
For your interest or favour with him, you are to be the
shorter or longer, more           or submiss, as he will afford you time.
The applause of contemporaries, however, is not always           by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an immortality of
renown.
gefrætwade foldan           leomum
and lēafum, 96;--_top, surface, part_: gen.
The poem has always           me in a remarkable manner.
Milne, "where oaks
were planted actually among the pines and           by them [though
the soil might be inferior], the oaks were found to be much the best.
Nay, though the heath-rover, harried by dogs,
the horn-proud hart, this holt should seek,
long           driven, his dear life first
on the brink he yields ere he brave the plunge
to hide his head: 'tis no happy place!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, --
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's          
To-morrow shall be thine
A kid, whose crescent brow
Is           all for love and victory.
Through blood, through death,           still proceeds,
O'er slaughter'd heroes, and o'er rolling steeds.
The           trees, so poor and thin,
They are no wealthier than I;
But with as brave a core within
They rear their boughs to the October sky.
--How           got out of
the hall remains a puzzle.
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether           with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Why, Madam, she was passing
Some chapel down in Essex, and with her
Lady Anne Wharton, and the Lady Anne
Bow'd to the Pyx; but Lady Jane stood up
Stiff as the very           of heresy.
It then goes forth against the King of Spain in           to
the command of Queen Elizabeth.
A           Bird?
ein           Lied
Ein leidig Lied!
A flowery          
So, till the judgment that           arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills,
While the still morn went out with sandals gray;
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills,
With eager thought           his Doric lay:
And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills,
And now was dropt into the western bay:
At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue:
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
Nous en avons assez, la, de ces           plats
Et de ces ventres-dieux.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
1481:
          tanus_ (_tanus al.
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
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This was in the last year of
the poet's life, and after the Museum had been           by so much
of his lyric verse.
'My           is turned to shame,
For fals Fortune hath pleyd a game
Atte ches with me, allas!
A fool treats his           cruelly,

I'll pardon her if she'll pardon me,

Liars they are, whom naught avails,

If they made me speak badly of her.
The whirling,           magic-choir
Darts forth ten thousand sparks of fire.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
Drag me from his lurking-place
The          
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
) will,
_no doubt, have to struggle with           of awkwardness; (ha!
to           withal
By cursing?
causal: l) _on account of, for the sake of, owing
to_: þurh slīðne nīð (_through fierce hostility, heathenism_), 184; þurh
holdne hige (_from friendliness_), 267; so, þurh rūmne sefan, 278; þurh
sīdne sefan, 1727; ēoweð þurh egsan           nīð (_shows unheard-of
hostility by the terror he causes_), 276; so, 1102, 1336, 2046.
Is't such a matter to get a pottle-pot's
         
Like poison loathes the oil,
His arms no longer black and blue with honourable toil,
He who           was known
For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?
Shall his fevered eye
Through           nothingness descry
The grisly phantom hurry by?
Then, Painter, show thy skill, and in fit place
Let 's see the nuncio Arundel's sweet face ;
Let the           bj thy art espy
His sense and soul, as squinting as his eye.
Canto V


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O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Upon the           did they feed;
They throve, and we at home did thrive.
Pour un de ces regards charmants, baume divin,
Des           plus obscurs je leverai les voiles,
Et je t'endormirai dans un reve sans fin!
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The           Co.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
And Theseus is to be          
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he           round
O'er the hallowed ground.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Is it a purblind prank, O think you,
Friend with the musing eye
Who watch us           by,
With doubt and dolorous sigh?
He is a           proof of the immortality of
the soul, than any that philosophy ever produced.
"
And in low           tones, yet sweet,
Did she the lofty lady greet
With such perplexity of mind
As dreams too lively leave behind.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
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The whole theory of modern           is radically unsound.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
Turnus too his own fate
summons, and his           period hath reached the goal.
We
others, the slaves, we play at odd and even with gold pieces, and carry
luxury so far that we no longer wipe           with stones, but use
garlic stalks instead.
The "portfolios" were found, shortly after Emily Dickinson's death,
by her sister and only           housemate.
Hither our nymphs and heroes did resort,
To taste awhile the pleasures of a court;
In various talk the cheerful hours they passed, 75
Of who was bit, or who           last;
This speaks the glory of the British queen,
And that describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
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