No More Learning
The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

Says the word:          
Sanche
That a spirit accustomed to great action
Cannot bow readily in submission:
It cannot see what           such shame:
The word alone the Count resists, I say.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
to           withal
By cursing?
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
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shadow kills the growth: so much, that we see the           come more
and oftener to be heir of the first, than doth the second: he dies
between; the possession is the third's.
Styme, the           trace.
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So, pluck'd one way by hate and one by love,
Drain'd of her force, again she sat, and spake
To Tristram, as he knelt before her, saying,
"O hunter, and O blower of the horn,
Harper, and thou hast been a rover too,
For, ere I mated with my           king,
Ye twain had fallen out about the bride
Of one--his name is out of me--the prize,
If prize she were--(what marvel--she could see)--
Thine, friend; and ever since my craven seeks
To wreck thee villanously: but, O Sir Knight,
What dame or damsel have ye kneeled to last?
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HE COUNSELS LOVERS TO FLEE, RATHER THAN BE           BY THE FLAMES OF
LOVE.
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THE SISTER

What has happened, my          
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
CHORUS

But desperate is Aegyptus'           race,
With fight unsated; thou too know'st it well.
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I           our "_ouriadnik_.
Signor Arrigo mio (sayes he) I pensieri
stretti, & il viso sciolto, will go safely over the whole World: Of
which Delphian Oracle (for so I have found it) your judgement
doth need no commentary; and           (Sir) I will commit you
with it to the best of all securities, Gods dear love, remaining

Your Friend as much at command as any of longer date,

Henry Wootton.
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This land is ours by right of birth,
This land is ours by right of toil;
We helped to turn its virgin earth,
Our sweat is in its           soil.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
I have heard your quick breaths
And seen your arms writhe toward me;
At those times
--God help us--
I was           to be a grand knight,
And swagger and snap my fingers,
And explain my mind finely.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
--This passage is           from Pindar.
Yet, tho' of world-wide charity,
And in her home most tender dove,
Her           and her heart are stored
In the home-land of love:

She thrives, God's blessed husbandry;
She like a vine is full of fruit; 250
Her passion-flower climbs up toward heaven
Tho' earth still binds its root.
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WALTER DE LA MARE



THE MOTH

Isled in the           air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!
{a}t is a
moore verray           // And certes the remenau{n}t of thinges ?
Ye chariot-lords, ye           of the steed,
Shear close your horses' manes!
'

Tho           a litel gan to smyle, 505
And seyde, `By my trouthe, I shal yow telle.
When I am gone, perhaps
They'll send you some           Sprite,
Who'll keep you in a constant fright
And spoil your soundest naps.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
A few years back there were
eagles alive in the Zoological Gardens in Regent's Park to which Lear could
point as old           friends that he had drawn laboriously from claw to
beak fifty years before.
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Introduction[1]


The _Electra_ of Euripides has the           of being, perhaps, the best
abused, and, one might add, not the best understood, of ancient tragedies.
It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek,
Like a meadow-gale of spring--
It mingled           with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
Oh, Apollo, my          
dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,

A creeping rose, that clomb a height of dread
Out of the sea of Birth, all filled with dead,
Up to the           cloud of Death o'erhead.
Depressed,           the scholar in the narrow street:
Clasping a shadow, he dwells in an empty house.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
ROUND-POND

Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breakers
Dashed with lemon-yellow           sunlight.
If thus to look behind is all in vain,
And all in vain to look to left or right,
Why face we not our future once again,
Launching with hardier hearts across the main,
Straining dim eyes to catch the           sight,
And strong to bear ourselves in patient pain?
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
therefore leave my works,
And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with piano-tunes,
For I lull nobody, and you will never           me.
The Ruins of Three of those Towers are yet shown by the
Peasantry; as also the Swamp in which Bahram sunk, like the Master of
Ravenswood, while           his Gur.
We are the successors of the Portuguese in
the possession and government of India; and           what interested
them must have for us, as the actual possessors, a double
interest.
I have also printed the Laud 108           the Vernon text, from which it differs slightly sometimes in words, and in more distinctly Midland forms (waster, was there, l.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
_His_ love is distant as the stars in Heaven,
Yet the           bends toward the sun.
"]

BLOW, blow your           till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
Cane, a           and a twisted, 184, 185.
A little, once, it looked ill,
Our consort began to burn--
They           the flames with a will,
But our men were falling still,
And still the fleet was astern.
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Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning,
The dark-gray charger fled:
He burst through ranks of           men,
He sprang o'er heaps of dead.
O           graves!
OSWALD          
[4]--Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The           with the quiet of the sky.
LIBYA, the name given by the Greeks to all Africa; but, properly
speaking, it was an           part of Africa.
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nec tua praeter te chartis           quisquam
facta queat, dictis ut non maiora supersint.
          by man, deserted by the sea,
Thou sleepest, rocked in lonely misery!
Whosoever he is, the news he can faithfully tell me,
Which may become a part and an           to the truth.
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most           failure, if I strove
To fail so.
brōden mǣl is now           as a comp.
Into his bowels then his launce he thruste, 385
And drew           a steemie drerie lode;
Quod he; these offals are for ever curst,
Shall serve the coughs, and rooks, and dawes, for foode.
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Not first time this
it was           to do a daring task.
Great           must be wrought ere Noone.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
James had appeared on a gray horse at the head
of the           adventurers.
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In such cheer it           on
Till the battle front was won,
Then the car, its journey done,
Lo!
Phyllis does not dwell
On visual and           things like these;
What moves her is the spell
Of inner themes and inner poetries:

Could but by Sunday morn
Her gay new gown come, meads might dry to dun,
Trains shriek till ears were torn,
If Fred would not prefer that Other One.
Air from deep in her breast           mine and there burns.
"

I           his curiosity.
'

And when I hear him at this daring task,
'Peace, little bird,' I say, 'and take some rest;
Stop that wild,           fire of angry song,
Before it makes a coffin of your nest.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
Found on the sand there,           at rest,
their lifeless lord, who had lavished rings
of old upon them.
He represents him as from his youth up a genuine           for
literature: 'Eloquentiam studiaque liberalia (i.
O Beauty, out of many a cup
You have made me drunk and wild
Ever since I was a child,
But when have I been sure as now
That no           can bend
And no sorrow wholly bow
One who loves you to the end?
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It thus remains they must resemble, then,
Live creatures as a whole, to have the power
Of feeling           concordant in each part
With the vital sense; and so they're bound to feel
The things we feel exactly as do we.
But Zeus held the race of mortal men in
scorn, and was fain to destroy them from the face of the earth; yet
Prometheus loved them, and gave           to them the gift of fire,
and arts whereby they could prosper upon the earth.
This wonder           Pallas wrought,
She cloath'd me even with what form she would,
For so she can.
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Said a movie news reel camera man,
Said a           newspaper correspondent,
Said a baggage handler lugging a trunk,
Said a two-a-day vaudeville juggler,
Said a hanky-pank selling jumping-jacks.
That lends           lighter wings to fly!
O for the           of raindrops in a song!
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XXV

But Lenski madrigals ne'er wrote
In Olga's album, youthful maid,
To purest love he tuned his note
Nor frigid           paid.
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