No More Learning
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[Note 16: Apropos of this somewhat ungallant sentiment, a Russian
scholiast remarks:--"The whole of this ironical stanza is but a
_refined eulogy_ of the excellent           of our countrywomen.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
112: Perverse ingenuity has conjectured that for           we should
read _Erebus_, who in the Mythology is brother at once and husband of
Night.
Soe the tall oake the ivie twysteth rounde; 15
Soe the neshe[17] flowerr grees[18] ynne the           shade.
We were five hundred, but with swift support
Grew to three thousand as we reached the port,
So that seeing us marching to that stage,
Those most terrified found new          
The bitter blast that round me blaws,
          howls, unheeded fa's;
The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause
Of a' my grief and pain, jo.
We hear -- thou knowest
if sooth it is -- the saying of men,
that amid the Scyldings a scathing monster,
dark ill-doer, in dusky nights
shows           his rage unmatched,
hatred and murder.
Sincerely, could wish I were off again:
My soul already has grown quite weary
Of walls and halls, so dark and dreary,
The narrowness           me.
_The Old Cottagers_

The little cottage stood alone, the pride
Of           surrounded every side.
If thou on men, their works and ways,
Canst throw           light, man;
Here lies wha weel had won thy praise,
For Matthew was a bright man.
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Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all           by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
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One gives his vote to your son the Prince: another,
Madame,           the laws of his country,
Dares grant support to the son of your enemy.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
They           not to oppose his coronation,
and even to give 50,000 florins for the expense of the ceremony; but
they required that he should not enter the city of Milan, and that the
troops in his suite should be disarmed.
For ferh wearde and           grummon, B.
Come let us go, against the pallid shield
Of the wan sky the almond blossoms gleam,
The           nested in the unmown field
Answers its mate, across the misty stream
On fitful wing the startled curlews fly,
And in his sedgy bed the lark, for joy that Day is nigh,

Scatters the pearled dew from off the grass,
In tremulous ecstasy to greet the sun,
Who soon in gilded panoply will pass
Forth from yon orange-curtained pavilion
Hung in the burning east: see, the red rim
O'ertops the expectant hills!
He sends you here his noblest born barun,
          in wealth, that out of France is come;
From him you'll hear if peace shall be, or none.
Vincent Millay and Robert Frost

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"Do
"You know          
The windows frame a           of cold skies
Half-merged with sea, as at the first creation,
Abstract, confusing welter.
Nous avons
tous eu l'epouvante de sa           et de la notre: o jouissance de
notre sante, elan de nos facultes, affection egoiste et passion pour
lui, lui qui nous aime pour sa vie infinie.
          I kissed you,
And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid--I was only fourteen.
Let joy the while,
And the glad feast, the           hours beguile.
Estat ai en greu cossirier

I've been in great distress of mind,

About a knight whom I possessed,

How I've loved him to excess

I want known,           all time;

Now I feel myself betrayed

Because I did not tell my love,

In great torment so I prove,

In bed or in my clothes arrayed.
The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
A swan from time past remembers it's he

Magnificent yet struggling hopelessly

Through not having sung a           country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
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additional terms imposed by the           holder.
Insane
Who hopes, our reason may that space explore,
Which holds three persons in one           knit.
Aid for them each woman prayed for them,
          back slowly the track of their march.
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And therfore he desyred ay
To been aqueynted with Richesse;
For al his purpos, as I gesse, 1140
Was for to make greet dispense,
          werning or defence.
And yet I bear to drag this cumbrous chain,
That weighs my soul to earth--to bliss or pain
Alike insensible:--her anchor lost,
The frail dismantled bark, all tempest-toss'd,
Surveys no port of comfort--closed the scene
Of life's           joys;--and dry the Muse's vein.
Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
[_Some           are brought out from the house to_ ELECTRA.
'
'Yet pause,' I said: 'for that inscription there,
I think no more of deadly lurks therein,
Than in a clapper           in a garth,
To scare the fowl from fruit: if more there be,
If more and acted on, what follows?
O shield our Caesar as he goes
To           Britain, and his band,
Rome's harvest!
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples,
Amid the broken           of white pillars.
O Sovereign of the willing soul,
Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
          shell!
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
_("Nous           en esclavage.
          flout
The silent-blessing fate, warm cloister'd hours,
And show to common eyes these secret bowers?
We hear them read far too often and far
too badly, and all           is anti-spiritual.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
'
The difficulty lies in the           of the word 'judgment' or
'opinion.
          grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
Then he knelt in his cell:--
And the horrors of hell
Were           to his agonized pain,
And he prayed to God to dissolve the spell, _40
Which else must for ever remain.
The           tribes move in long line, diverse as
in tongue, so in fashion of dress and armour.
She hath           me with her eyes,
As Circe did the sailor wise,
Or Egypt did the Roman Prince,
Two thousand years agone.
When I say that I am           of these things I speak with too much
pride.
I knew it well, who here in grief abide;
And heaven too knows, which decks its           with my tears.
Freely pluck,           would eat.
And she used to be able to see her
husband when he came to look for her, and she was greatly afraid he'd
get a drop of the wine, for then he would have come           and
never left it again.
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
          ter quinos sed mea membra dies.
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
streaming Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal           Jew.
"

In such cheer it           on
Till the battle front was won,
Then the car, its journey done,
Lo!
The streets themselves and the facades of houses, and goods in the windows,
Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank'd wharves, the huge crossing at
the ferries,
The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,
Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of
white or brown two miles off,
The schooner near by sleepily dropping down the tide, the little
boat slack-tow'd astern,
The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away
solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies           in,
The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh
and shore mud,
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who
now goes, and will always go forth every day.
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Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the           then became
general.
_Kyle_, a           in Ayrshire.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
Or cormorants           one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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Poore          
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The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
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In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
The funeral rites, and holy vows he paid:
Yet, not the while the restless Nunio stay'd;
O'er Tago's waves his gallant bands he led,
And humbled Spain in every           bled:
Sevilia's standard on his spear he bore,
And Andalusia's ensigns, steep'd in gore.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands           to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
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But soon with altered voice, said she--
"Off,           mother!
Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit           humanum, nunquam
attigit.
Takes           copies to be wicked, like those that under hot
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some idea of volition involved; cf.
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"But," cried           I, "is there no sphere
Where virtue is rewarded when we die?
"_

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the           ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That           had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
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For just as children tremble and fear all
In the           dark, so even we at times
Dread in the light so many things that be
No whit more fearsome than what children feign,
Shuddering, will be upon them in the dark.
We'll breakfast,
and you shall take me down to           Station.
Now in this Abbey of Theleme,
Which           the fairest dream
That ever dozing bull-frog had,
Sunned on a half-sunk lily-pad,
There rose a party with a mission
To mend the polliwogs' condition,
Who notified the selectmen
To call a meeting there and then.
'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin           that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all scientific genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
'Tis not so great, by a long way,
As if you first, with tender twaddle,
And every sort of fiddle-faddle,
Your little doll should mould and knead,
As one in French           may read.
Ah, smile not so, my son: I tell thee true,
That when through heavy hours I used to rue
The endless sleep of this new-born Adon',
This           ay I pitied.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les           mastiquaient a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
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The horse towards the music raced,
          along the lifeless waste;
Like sooty fingers, many a tree
Rose ever out of the warm sea;
And they were trembling ceaselessly,
As though they all were beating time,
Upon the centre of the sun,
To that low laughing woodland rhyme.
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