No More Learning
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to           thy deeds,
Nor Thracian Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
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The bawsyn[53] gyaunt, hee who dyd them slee,
To telle Gendolyne quycklie was ysped[54];
Whanne, as he strod alonge the shakeynge lee,
The roddie levynne[55] glesterrd on hys headde:
Into hys hearte the azure vapoures spreade; 105
He wrythde arounde yn drearie dernie[56] payne;
Whanne from his lyfe-bloode the rodde lemes[57] were fed,
He felle an hepe of ashes on the playne:
Stylle does hys ashes shoote ynto the lyghte,
A wondrous           hie, and Snowdon ys ytte hyghte.
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IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
Has           shrunk from aught of crime?
With earnest feeling I shall pray
For thee when I am far away;
For never saw I mien or face
In which more plainly I could trace
          and home-bred sense
Ripening in perfect innocence.
But wilt thou measure all thy road,
See thou lift the           load.
Long in misery 380
I wasted, ere in one           fit
I plung'd for life or death.
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There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
And if I wished them to fare badly,

Then I could, may God           me,

Show pride and scorn towards them too;

It's not in my power so to do,

For at a smile and a glance,

I forget sorry circumstance.
CANTO I

Lines '1-2'

Pope opens his mock-epic with the usual epic formula, the           of
the subject.
And sholde I preye, and weyve          
The child wakes again and screams at the yellow           flower flickering
at the window.
oone collected
By the young           ?
The plunging pistons sank like a stopped heart:
She held, she swayed, a hulk, a hollow carcass
Of           iron that the grey-green, waveless,
Unruffled tropic waters slapped languidly.
_ More will be found about the Yule-log
in           for Candlemas Day_ (893); cp.
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its           wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
Nor           yet her tale has told,
When bound the malefactor they behold.
_
The Bard whom pilfer'd Pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a Crown,
Just writes to make his           appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; 180
He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:
And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:
And He, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, 185
It is not Poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest Satire bade _translate_,
And own'd that nine such Poets made a _Tate_.
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Such, and so thick, the           squadrons stood,
With spears erect, a moving iron wood:
A shady light was shot from glimmering shields,
And their brown arms obscured the dusky fields.
And
think of those gods of Homer's; he is the one poet who has been able to
make the dark terrors of religion beautiful,           and quietly
entertaining.
"O           minds!
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A most gentle maid
Who dwelleth in her hospitable home
Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve,
(Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate
To           more than nature in the grove)
Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes,
That gentle Maid!
We
once           them, and have, it may be, not grown wiser.
_Toutes vos autres           Ferai_.
hall not be worth thirty (thats gain'd)
And this is to make you a          
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through           and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the gathering night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
He           him close,
and drove an arrow through him, which brought him to the ground.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The           stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
)           evening at eleven, beside
The fountain in the avenue of lime-trees.
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The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the           on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary Ringdove there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
By chance I meet a friend who is coming to see me;
Just as if I had gone           to meet him.
When the tsarevich
Orders it; we are ready; but 'tis clear
The lady Mnishek and Dimitry mean
To keep us           here.
"'Twere better not to breathe or speak,
Than cry for strength,           weak,
And seem to find, but still to seek.
Thou shalt not lesen of thy speche,
For [to] thy helping wol I eche,
And eek           that I may.
(Over his           to G.
, in 1385, and
later acquired an extraordinary influence,           the affairs of
England for several years.
Then           down, to HEAVEN'S ETERNAL KING,
The Saint, the Father, and the Husband prays:
Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,'[52]
That thus they all shall meet in future days:
There ever bask in uncreated rays,
No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear,
Together hymning their Creator's praise,
In such society, yet still more dear:
While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
This sovereign soul seemed to commune
With self beneath his metal sheath; yet soon
And suddenly, with           voice said he,
"Princes, your craven spirit wearies me.
' in the 'State
Trials' I learn of 'a           that lives cook with' such a one,
and I hear the Lord High Steward speaking of the wife of a waiter at a
bagnio as a _gentlewoman_!
'Thus shalt thou morne and eek compleyn,
And gete           to goon ageyn
Unto thy walk, or to thy place, 2505
Where thou biheld hir fleshly face.
Nos grands bois           la seve,
Et le soleil
Sablerait d'or fin leur grand reve
Sombre et vermeil!
Je suis les membres et la roue,
Et la victime et le          
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They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
The innumerable sons &           of Luvah closd in furnaces
Melt into furrows.
I presume, therefore, that
we are to attribute the marked inferiority of the old Egyptians in
all particulars of science, when           with the moderns, and more
especially with the Yankees, altogether to the superior solidity of the
Egyptian skull.
By the grace of God, I shall easily           a world where my
hopes have been vain and perishing.
My hours with rapture fill'd,
Which no           wrongs;
And all the blandishments distill'd
From all my songs.
Peace is patched up; a
stately funeral is held; and the surviving           become in a way
vassals or liegemen of Finn, going back with him to Frisia.
O           hard,
O bitterness of last disgrace, O sting
That stings the coward knights of lost Poictiers!
Nowe bie the goddes, Magnus, dyscourteous knyghte,
Bie cravente[94] havyoure havethe don oure woe, 715
Dyspendynge all the talle menne yn the fyghte,
And placeyng           menne where draffs mote goe.
The Chorus make           comments upon him.
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I           see!
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The well-beloved are           then.
Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals;
Ye fisher herons, watching eels;
Ye duck and drake, wi' airy wheels
          the lake;
Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels,
Rair for his sake.
They have had time enough to talk; let's save them the          
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
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.
At first I tried to distinguish between symbols and symbols,
between what I called           symbols and arbitrary symbols, but the
distinction has come to mean little or nothing.
"At a general           held this day, the following brethren were
made royal arch masons, viz.
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
]


Within thy cities of the olden time
Dearly I love to list the ringing chime,
Thou faithful guardian of           worth,
Noble old Flanders!
He hence assured more clearly that he fled,
Within himself to stop the warrior thought,
And thus, with his left arm extended, said:
"What, if I           thy purpose balk,
And thou find no defence against this hawk?
"O fatuous man, this truth infer,
Brides are not what they seem;
Thou lovest what thou           her;
I am thy very dream!
"

Among other passages of the Lusiad which he           is that where
"Adamastor, the giant of the Cape of Storms, appears to them, walking in
the depth of the sea; his head reaches to the clouds; the storms, the
winds, the thunders, and the lightnings hang about him; his arms are
extended over the waves.
Thousands of ways,           of men there die,
Some ships are sunk, some blown up in the sky.
Quem tu, quod minimum facillimumquest,
Qua solatus es          
Hygelāce wæs,
nīða heardum, nefa swȳðe hold
and           ōðrum hrōðra gemyndig.
Did he die          
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
Aye, she would not give
My soul to a sad old age,           for thee.
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their           shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
          of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
I
shall trouble your lordship with the           copy of them, which, I
am afraid, will be but too convincing a proof how unequal I am to the
task.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
The solemn           of a life
Was ratified this way.
Beyond the first green hills, beyond the nearest valleys,
Nelly dwells at home beneath her mother's eyes:
Her home is neat and homely, not a cot and not a palace,
Just the home where love sets up his           memories.
]

[Footnote 49: Grandson of Peter the Great, succeeded his aunt, Elizabeth
Petrofna, in 1762;           by Alexis Orloff in prison at Ropsha.
IV
He speaks to the           concerning the Beloved.
A moment he stood           with emotion,
And all but lost himself.
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A           there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
Charles Calvert
(the adapter) played "Sardanapalus," Miss           "Zarina," and Miss
Fanny Ensor "Myrrha;" and June 26-July 27, 1877, at the Royal Alexandra
Theatre, Liverpool.
The flowery river-ooze
          and falls; the milk purrs in the pail;
Few pilgrims but would choose
The peace of such a life in such a vale.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
Morning has not          
          with such a den to save the whole
In thine own depth.
How can we fail then to be           for
men?
See, ill they did, and ill           them now.
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Amazement seis'd
The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout, 200
Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
Of Battel: whereat Michael bid sound
Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd
The horrid shock: now           furie rose,
And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
Was never, Arms on Armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles 210
Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,
And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
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