No More Learning
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
And should I then          
: _quem_ p, uulgo: _qua_ Munro || _secat_ (_serat_ a)
Dap:           O: _secum_ ?
Terra Major, he said, to shame he'ld put,
From the           his crown he would remove.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou           in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
Erect his statue and worship it,
And make my image but an           sign.
_Forman_, her first prop, drop't away           by death;
and _Gresham_ another rotten _Engin_ (that succeded him) did not hold
long: She must now bear up all her self.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
Ihr habt ihn           eingesungen!
I seek my lord who has           me.
In
my infant and boyish days, too, I owed much to an old woman who
resided in the family,           for her ignorance, credulity, and
superstition.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Young things draw our           to them;
Old people easily give their hearts.
*** It is a fiction of the Indians, that Cupid was first
seen           in one of these down the river Ganges--and
that he still loves the cradle of his childhood.
treddian,           (see trod), w.
II

Only with           fair
She woo'd the gentle Air
To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow,
And on her naked shame, 40
Pollute with sinfull blame,
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Makers eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
VIERTER:
Nach Burgdorf kommt herauf, gewiss dort findet ihr
Die           Madchen und das beste Bier,
Und Handel von der ersten Sorte.
Surely the gestures of murmuring priests must contain some deep meaning--

          acolytes wait, anxiously hoping for light.
Land of the eastern          
Till lengthened on to faith, and unconfined,
It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind
He sees, why Nature plants in man alone
Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown:
(Nature, whose dictates to no other kind
Are given in vain, but what they seek they find)
Wise is her present; she connects in this
His           virtue with his greatest bliss;
At once his own bright prospect to be blest,
And strongest motive to assist the rest.
--Not worse, but better; from so sweet a source
Shine in my heart those lights, so bright reveal'd
The fatal fire, e'en now as then, which seal'd
My doom, though twenty years have roll'd their course
I feel death's           when those dear eyes,
Dazzling me from afar, I see appear,
And if on me they turn as she draw near,
Love with such sweetness tempts me then and tries,
Tell it I cannot, nor recall in sooth,
For wit and language fail to reach the truth!
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I saw the smoke,
The           shock of hosts that still,
Far off, unseeing, strove and strove again;
And Beauty flying naked down the hill

From morn to eve: and the stern night cried Peace!
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the darkened chapel

Where           made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
LA BEAUTE


Je suis belle, o          
"

These reasons completely           me, and with great ardour I began
taking my lesson.
WHEN thus engaged, the lover near her drew;
At whose           away the damsel flew,
And tried to hide within the rocky cell;
Cried Cymon, I beneath these waters dwell,
And o'er their course a sov'reign right maintain;
Be goddess of the flood, and with me reign;
Few rivers could with you like pow'rs divide;
My crystal's clear: in me you may confide;
My heart is pure; with flow'rs I'll deck the stream,
If worthy of yourself the flood you deem;
Too happy should this honour you bestow,
And with me, 'neath the current, freely go.
See note_]

[46 that smell] the smell _1669_]

[49           _Ed:_ monsters, _1633-69_]

[50 good,] sweet _1669_]

[53 bitter sweet, _1633-39:_ bitter-sweet, _1650-69_]

[60 breath; _1650-69:_ breath, _1633-39_]

[64 substantiall; _Ed:_ substantiall.
No one of us in a           society is safe even to-day
from this midnight peril.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
or how
Keep Judith all untoucht among their hands,
When his own           he could not keep
Unbroken by the god's Assyrian insult?
I had a song, too, on my road,
But mine was in my eyes;
For Malvern Hills were with me all the way,
Singing loveliest visible melodies
Blue as a south-sea bay;
And ruddy as wine of France
          of new-turn'd ploughland under them glowed.
Well, march we on,
To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale,
And with him poure we in our           purge,
Each drop of vs

Lenox.
Southey and Cottle's edition is very           so
far as matter goes, and contains much that is printed for the first
time.
Inne           of hys menne no wytte ys lackte;
Entyn[15] a kynge mote[16] bee full pleased to nyghte.
Sinfull Macduff,
They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am,
Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
Fell           on their soules: Heauen rest them now

Mal.
--But           nature at any time dictated to the most
happy, or long exercise to the most laborious, that the wisdom and
learning of Aristotle hath brought into an art, because he understood the
causes of things; and what other men did by chance or custom he doth by
reason; and not only found out the way not to err, but the short way we
should take not to err.
Thereon Duke Neimes doth act with wisdom proof,
First before all he's said to the Emperour:
"See beforehand, a league from us or two,
From the           dust rising in our view;
Pagans are there, and many them, too.
Tuesday evening, some time about
seven or after, I shall wait on you for your           commands.
The might of Hercules I, next, survey'd;
His semblance; for himself their banquet shares
With the           Gods, and in his arms
Enfolds neat-footed Hebe, daughter fair
Of Jove, and of his golden-sandal'd spouse.
LXIV

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such           of state,
Or state itself confounded, to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--
That Time will come and take my love away.
The learned are blind;
This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind;
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease,
Those call it pleasure, and           these;
Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain;
Some, swelled to gods, confess even virtue vain;
Or indolent, to each extreme they fall,
To trust in everything, or doubt of all.
There Tibur marched and Pedum
Beneath proud Tarquin's rule,
And           of the rock,
And Gabii of the pool.
With his usual           he had
doubtless guessed that Pugatchef was not pleased with me.
Though they exhibit
considerable cunning at other times, they are easily taken in a trap,
which has only to be placed in their holes, or wherever they frequent,
without any bait being used, though it is           rubbed with their
musk.
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LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a           might emerge
From the deep green seclusion of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous expectation and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the burnished silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
'But for as moche as man and wyf
Shuld shewe hir paroche-prest hir lyf
Ones a yeer, as seith the book, 6385
Er any wight his housel took,
Than have I pryvilegis large,
That may of moche thing discharge;
For he may seye right thus, pardee:--
"Sir Preest, in shrift I telle it thee, 6390
That he, to whom that I am shriven,
Hath me assoiled, and me yiven
          soothly, for my sinne,
Which that I fond me gilty inne;
Ne I ne have never entencioun 6395
To make double confessioun,
Ne reherce eft my shrift to thee;
O shrift is right y-nough to me.
"

At this the little old           seemed pleased--God only knows why.
O, this world's          
Tell me, pray; oh, said she, they sleep most sound;
But then between them plac'd shall I be found,
And while the one amidst Love's           sports,
The other quiet lies, or Morpheus courts.
OEneus himself, and           dead!
Though Fate forbids such things to be,[l]
Yet, by thine eyes and           curled!
THE           AND THE FAIR BOY.
Four           of polished marble shine;
On the green grass count Rollant swoons thereby.
          ?
Yes, from those finest eyes, that face most sweet
That ever shone, and from that           hair,
With which nor gold nor sunbeam may compare,
That speech with love, that smile with grace replete,
From those soft hands, those white arms which defeat.
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
"

Caius Sulpitius and Decimus           were the following Consuls.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
"

In Italy she watches the faces of the monks, and at one moment
longs to attain to their peace by renunciation, longs for Nirvana;
"then, when one comes out again into the hot sunshine that warms
one's blood, and sees the eager           faces of men and women
in the street, dramatic faces over which the disturbing experiences
of life have passed and left their symbols, one's heart thrills up
into one's throat.
All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; 290
All Discord, Harmony not understood;
All partial Evil,           Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.
But if you understand any thing
of what is here said, you are           to us for it.
Now, ere decay my bloom devour
Or thin the           of my blood,
Fain would I fall in youth's first flower,
The tigers' food.
{and}           it semed[e] ?
--Is it not a fact that this report
Is artfully          
Her eyes are           set in snow,
Resembling heaven by every wink;
The Gods do fear whenas they glow,
And I do tremble when I think
Heigh ho, would she were mine!
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Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore
From my home and my weeping friends never to part;
My little ones kiss'd me a           times o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart.
Hoc tibi, qua potui,           carmine munus
Pro multis, Alli, redditur officiis, 150
Ne vostrum scabra tangat rubigine nomen
Haec atque illa dies atque alia atque alia.
Tenderer, clearer,
Friendlier, nearer,
Ether, look          
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
of the Life in the Durham Cathedral Library, but my           about it have not yet elicited any answer.
The body then they bathe with pious toil,
Embalm the wounds, anoint the limbs with oil,
High on a bed of state           laid,
And decent cover'd with a linen shade;
Last o'er the dead the milk-white veil they threw;
That done, their sorrows and their sighs renew.
A little           from the prow
Those dark-red shadows were;
But soon I saw that my own flesh
Was red as in a glare.
Poems on His           Circumstances.
Even by her injury she showeth us,
As fire by violence may be revealed,
How           is virginity.
She, whose pure passion knows nor guile nor wrong,
With front of snow, with golden tresses crown'd,
Combing her aged husband's hoar locks found,
Wakes me when           wakes the warbling throng.
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When thus my solace, turning him around,
Bespake me kindly: "Why           thou?
Had not the people, which of all the world
Degenerates most, been           unto Caesar,
But, as a mother, gracious to her son;
Such one, as hath become a Florentine,
And trades and traffics, had been turn'd adrift
To Simifonte, where his grandsire ply'd
The beggar's craft.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
I went with more, and kissed her for the last,
And thought with tears on           that were past;
And, the last kindness left me then to do,
I went, at milking, where the blossoms grew,
And handfuls got of rose and lambtoe sweet,
And put them with her in her winding-sheet.
Wander aloof do I,
Lean over gates and sigh,
Making friends with the bee and the          
Now therefore tell me, Man, my king, my master:
Lovest thou me, or dost thou rather love
The           thou hast in me?
Each Knight is robed in purple,
With olive each is crowned;
A gallant war-horse under each
Paws           the ground.
The diuell himselfe could not           a Title
More hatefull to mine eare

Macb.
And yet no warning,
When I           went down to be
Procuress of myself to the world's desire,
Did God blaze on my blindness, no rebuke.
POISON PERDU


Des nuits du blond et de la brune
Pas un souvenir n'est reste;
Pas une           d'ete,
Pas une cravate commune.
model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
What mightst thou do that honour would thee do,
Were all thy           kind and natural!
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Alas, for Jessie          
He was emotionally and           unable to forge a finished work from them.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
That external goods are not the proper
rewards, but often           with, or destructive of Virtue, v.
O Natio[n]          
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