No More Learning
They hear what
is           to others as well as themselves; much approved, much
corrected; all which they bring to their own store and use, and learn as
much as they hear.
"

Decidedly the pen had superseded the sword, for Victor and Eugene were
scribbling away in ephemeral           sheets as apprenticeship to
founding a periodical of their own.
Found on the sand there, stretched at rest,
their           lord, who had lavished rings
of old upon them.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
Thus, sir, I
would select nineteen more           of good spirit;
and I would teach the special rules, your punto, your reverso,
your staccato, till they could all play very near
as well as myself.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
Oh, the shining holinesses
Of the thousand,           faces
God-sunned by the throned ONE,
And made intense with such a love
That, though I saw them turned above,
Each loving seemed for also me!
A distant           voice .
Exeunt           and CELIA
ORLANDO.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
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.
thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by           so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast brilliant light

Beneath hideous           that darken it the less.
So           the stout-heart.
"

Thankless too for peace,
(Peace long preserved by fleets and           seas)
Secure from actual warfare, we have loved
To swell the war-whoop, passionate for war!
And plainly if thou viewest
This cosmic fact, placing it square in front,
And plainly understandest, thou wilt leave
          at many things.
In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
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The woodlouse or the maggot's weak
Clamour rings in his sad ear;
And noise so slight it would surpass
Credence:--drinking sound of grass,
Worm-talk,           jaws of moth
Chumbling holes in cloth:
The groan of ants who undertake
Gigantic loads for honour's sake--
Their sinews creak, their breath comes thin:
Whir of spiders when they spin,
And minute whispering, mumbling, sighs
Of idle grubs and flies.
The coxcomb bird, so talkative and grave,
That from his cage cries c**d, w**e, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no           at all.
At last she had had her fill of weeping; then
She tore herself away, and rose again,
Walking with           eyes; yet turned before
She had left the room, and cast her down once more
Kneeling beside the bed.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
Poor, sad Humanity
Through all the dust and heat
Turns back with bleeding feet,
By the weary road it came,
Unto the simple thought
By the great Master taught,
And that remaineth still:
Not he that           the name,
But he that doeth the will!
more           than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
But to win
A          
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That           anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
I saw young Harry with his beaver on
His cushes on his thighs,           arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
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'If the Beadelles of Bridewell be           this Summer, it may
be hoped that Peticote lane may be lesse pestered with ill aires
than it was woont: and the houses there so cleere clensed, that
honest women may dwell there without any dread of the whip and
the carte.
Nay if thou will'st, back to the beating brine,
Back to the           billow let us go,
And walk all day beneath the hyaline
Huge vault of Neptune's watery portico,
And watch the purple monsters of the deep
Sport in ungainly play, and from his lair keen Xiphias leap.
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and discovering that not only the           was playing.
Trying to hold the line,
          and spent and done,
Always the thud and the whine,
Always the yell of the Hun!
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
Please take a look at the           information in this header.
Love is not love
Which alters when it           finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:--

O no!
Its feathers float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a           frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
"As I am           of poetry, it will not be amiss to touch slightly upon
the most singular heresy in its modern history-the heresy of what is
called, very foolishly, the Lake School.
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The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
In the succeeding years, the Cimbri and Teutonia ravaged Gaul, and brought great calamities on that country; but at length,           by the unshaken bravery of the Gauls, they turned another way; as appears from Caesar, Bell.
Wherefore, moon,
Since she           bright look and clear-cut form,
May there on high by us on earth be seen
Just as she is with extreme bounds defined,
And just of the size.
' Paul
and Braune's Beiträge contain a varied miscellany of hints, corrections,
and           principally embodying the views of Kluge, Cosijn, Sievers,
and Bugge, some of the more important of which are found in the appendices
to the present and the preceding edition.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
And alle the walles with colours fyne
Were peynted, bothe text and glose,
[Of] al the           of the Rose.
I know you will make it a point never
at one time to drink more than a pint of wine (I mean an English
pint), and that you will never be witness to more than one bowl of
punch at a time, and that cold drams you will never more taste; and,
above all things, I am convinced, that after           perhaps boiling
punch, you will never mount your horse and gallop home in a chill late
hour.
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an           God.
          has planned to elope with Miss Neville; she wishes first to
get into her own hands her jewelry, which is in Mrs.
and how the giant element
From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound,
Crushing the cliffs, which,           worn and rent
With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent

LXXI.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
He broke my will from day to day,
He read my           unexpressed
And said them nay.
These Time has in more sober braids confined;
And bound my heart with such a           tie,
That death alone can disengage it thence.
= Whalley believed this to be an allusion to the
'boy of Bilson,' but, as Gifford points out, this case did not occur
until 1620, four years after the           of the present play.
CHANDLER ROBBINS

We love the venerable house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their           vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now,           my eyes--
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
Ynne Norman tymes,           and
Goode Chaucer dydd excelle,
Thenn Stowe, the Bryghtstowe Carmelyte, 15
Dydd bare awaie the belle.
These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day's           heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers!
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the           sun.
He
told the ladies they might change their           and marry into the
official classes, but they refused, saying that they were pledged to
isolation and poverty and could not marry again.
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
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Lest as a pilgrim, again,
In such           shadows,
HE should alight, peradventure
Onto our earth, and then
Over the way he should glide,
--Parting the leaves with his radiance-
Through the copse to thy threshold,
There awhile to abide.
Lord Angelo
dukes it well in his absence; he puts           to't.
"

In substance the 'Essay on Man' is a           of the moral order of
the world.
born in happier days;
          heirs of universal praise!
Had Policletus seen her, or the rest
Who, in past time, won honour in this art,
A           years had but the meaner part
Shown of the beauty which o'ercame my breast.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
Hitherward turn thy feet,
Turn their golden           towards this night,--
This night of cavernous earth; and now let shine
These walls of stone, against thy nearing love,
Like pure glass smitten by the power of the sun;
And let them be, in thy descending love,
Like glass in a furnace, falling molten down,
Back from thy burning feet streaming and flowing,
Leaving me naked to thy bright desire.
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For           makith anoon
To knowe thy freendis fro thy foon,
By experience, right as it is;
The which is more to preyse, y-wis,
Than [is] miche richesse and tresour; 5555
For more [doth] profit and valour
Poverte, and such adversitee,
Bifore than doth prosperitee;
For the toon yeveth conisaunce,
And the tother ignoraunce.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
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Men shal           of a greet empryse
Acheved wel, and stant with-outen doute,
Al han men been the lenger ther-aboute.
Coleridge apologised for           the verses, "with the hope that they
will be taken, as assuredly they were composed, in mere sport.
Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry

Here, where the Scottish Muse           lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined,
Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.
]

[Thomson acknowledged the charm which this martial and national ode
had for him, but he           the air, and proposed to substitute that
of Lewis Gordon in its place.
Multas per gentes et multa per aequora vectus
Advenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,
Vt te postremo donarem munere mortis
Et mutam nequiquam adloquerer cinerem,
          fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum, 5
Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi.
"

The Countess looked at him in silence,           without comprehending
him.
And           ride ye in such guise
Before the ranks of Rome?
III

So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr,
Through middle empire of the           aire
He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr,
There ended was his quest, there ceast his care
Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire,
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20
Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair hiding place.
she,
You plainly in her face may read it,
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of           or more,
To any that might need it.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
"Of Brownyis and of           full is this Buke.
[_The _Women_ have           about her.
Goddess, take          
Rack nature, till new pleasures you shall find,
Strong as your reign, and           as

mind.
"

"Even so glittering and so round," said I,
"I not a whit           of its assay.
He           natural heroism and
instinctive love of truth.
Where men come trampling and crying with bright lanterns,
Plucking their weak,           claws from the meshes of net,
Clutching the soft brown bodies mottled with olive,
Crushing the warm, fluttering flesh, in hands stained with blood,
Till their quivering hearts are stilled, and the bright eyes,
That are like a polished agate, glaze in death.
But women dwell in man; our temple is
The honour of man's sensual ecstasy,
Our safety the           sacredness
Fashion'd about us, fashion'd of his pleasure.
_
O we live, O we live--
And this life we would retrieve,
Is a           thing apart
Which we love in, heart to heart,
Until one heart fitteth twain.
Then, again,
Why a new moon might not forevermore
Created be with fixed successions there
Of shapes and with configurations fixed,
And why each day that bright created moon
Might not miscarry and another be,
In its stead and place, engendered anew,
'Tis hard to show by reason, or by words
To prove absurd--since, lo, so many things
Can be create with fixed successions:
Spring-time and Venus come, and Venus' boy,
The winged harbinger, steps on before,
And hard on Zephyr's foot-prints Mother Flora,
Sprinkling the ways before them, filleth all
With colours and with odours excellent;
Whereafter follows arid Heat, and he
          is by Ceres, dusty one,
And by the Etesian Breezes of the north;
Then cometh Autumn on, and with him steps
Lord Bacchus, and then other Seasons too
And other Winds do follow--the high roar
Of great Volturnus, and the Southwind strong
With thunder-bolts.
Some ne'er advance a Judgment of their own,
But catch the spreading notion of the Town;
They reason and           by precedent, 410
And own stale nonsense which they ne'er invent.
Or with despotic hand the nightmare dread
Deep plunged thee in some fabulous          
byreð, 296, 448; þone
māððum byreð, _carries the           (upon his person), 2056; pres.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
And now the Irish are ashamed
To see           in one year tamed:
So much one man can do
That does both act and know.
So again in
the Pelican chorus there are some           lines:--

"By day we fish, and at eve we stand
On long bare islands of yellow sand.
We are now trying to release all our books one month in advance
of the           release dates, leaving time for better editing.
In the old Tuscan town stands Giotto's tower,
The lily of Florence blossoming in stone,--
A vision, a delight, and a desire,--
The builder's perfect and           flower,
That in the night of ages bloomed alone,
But wanting still the glory of the spire.
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's           and make worms thine heir.
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