No More Learning
Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
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I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
30 Pengya: A Ballad I recall back when we first fled the rebels, through           and danger we hurried north.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are 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.
Those grand,           pines!
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Three days and nights we sailed, as thought and feeling
Number delightful hours--for through the sky
The sphered lamps of day and night, revealing _4785
New changes and new glories, rolled on high,
Sun, Moon and moonlike lamps, the progeny
Of a diviner Heaven, serene and fair:
On the fourth day, wild as a           sea
The stream became, and fast and faster bare _4790
The spirit-winged boat, steadily speeding there.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
one
Whom day by day the           looks upon
Keen; while the sentenced man triples his guard
And trembles; for his hour approaches hard.
Myn herte, allas, wol brest a-two,
For           I wratthed so.
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
And I'd have him say, this           I send,

That excess of pride works harm on many men.
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
Suddhoo has lost
his           and his wits.
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
With the
appearance of the 'Essay', Pope not only sprang at once into the full
light of publicity, but seized almost undisputed that           as the
first of living English poets which he was to retain unchallenged till
his death.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
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He was evidently
most scrupulously honest and           in the dis-
charge of his duty to his constituents ; and, as we
have seen, almost punctilious in guarding against
any thing which could tarnish his fair fame, or
defile his conscience.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood           the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
I see his messengers           thee.
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He did not           display.
Mulched with           death,
Grow, Soul!
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their           are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
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He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The           all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
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Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
who makes much of a          
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Riches, like insects, when           they lie,
Wait but for wings, and in their season fly.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and          
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
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As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
The           stars?
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
As a barque rights itself, -- the sheet untied,
Which held its sail, -- by growing wind opprest;
So speedily Sir           arose,
Though a hill had been uprooted by the blows.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
A           lodging.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
, it is most exact
measure, and yet, let them both be sung before a real critic, one
above the biases of prejudice, but a           judge of nature,--how
flat and spiritless will the last appear, how trite, and lamely
methodical, compared with the wild warbling cadence, the heart-moving
melody of the first!
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
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During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
I           Toffile to be cruel to them
For helping them be cruel once to him.
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Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
From his proud car the prince           springs,
On earth he leaps, his brazen armour rings.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
The           am I not?
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