No More Learning
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
Aurais-je, sans mourir, contemple le huitieme,
Sosie inexorable, ironique et fatal,
          Phenix, fils et pere de lui-meme?
Truth in art is not any correspondence between
the essential idea and the           existence; it is not the
resemblance of shape to shadow, or of the form mirrored in the crystal to
the form itself; it is no echo coming from a hollow hill, any more than
it is a silver well of water in the valley that shows the moon to the
moon and Narcissus to Narcissus.
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          speech doth not only discredit the person of the
speaker, but it discrediteth the opinion of his reason and judgment; it
discrediteth the force and uniformity of the matter and substance.
Excellence, in a poem especially, may be           in the light of an
axiom, which need only be properly _put, _to become self-evident.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
He
was           of the Kit-Cat Club, 1700.
nimirum locus ipse sui           honori
hoc dedit, hac fontes cum patefecit ope,
ut, quoniam totum legitur sine fine per orbem,
sint plures oculis quae medeantur aquae.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight           flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Turn thy           there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,
Ay, there, look grim as hell!
e           of god in glorie,
Out of latyn is drawen ?
From no other book of his, not excepting _The Book of Hours_, can we
deduce so accurate a conception of Rilke's philosophy of Life and Art as
we can draw from his comparatively short           on Auguste Rodin.
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TITYRUS
The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,
I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,
Whereto we           oft are wont to drive
The younglings of the flock: so too I knew
Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids their dams,
Comparing small with great; but this as far
Above all other cities rears her head
As cypress above pliant osier towers.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
), and others; but so much is uncertain in this field that
the editors have left           the marking of vowels found in the text
of their original edition, while indicating in the appendices the now
accepted views of scholars on the quantity of the personal pronouns (mē,
wē, þū, þē, gē, hē); the adverb nū, etc.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Qual sogliono i campion far nudi e unti,
avvisando lor presa e lor vantaggio,
prima che sien tra lor battuti e punti,

cosi rotando,           il visaggio
drizzava a me, si che 'n contraro il collo
faceva ai pie continuo viaggio.
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Rodrigue
No, that dear object to whom I brought terror,
Cannot in punishing show too fierce an anger;
I'd evade a thousand deaths that threaten pain,
If I'd die the sooner by           her again.
now is the           time,
The cool, the silent, save where silence yields
To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake 40
Tunes sweetest his love-labor'd song; now reignes
Full Orb'd the Moon, and with more pleasing light
Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain,
If none regard; Heav'n wakes with all his eyes,
Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire,
In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment
Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.
If that can be thy home where Spexseb lies,
And           Chauceb; but their dust does

xise
Against thee, and expels .
          she hath all the part
Of mother, yea, and father in my heart.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
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A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling           in his stead.
Few           hours, alas!
"

"Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town,
Who have been buying, selling,
Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own,
Each maiden to her          
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
That I might see what the old world could say
To this           wonder of your frame;
Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
I turn my body and gaze           towards the West.
Only watch,
How like a gull that           sinks to rest,
The foam-crest drifts along a happy wave
Toward the bright verge, the boundary of the world.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
did enfold
With greedie pawes, and over all did spred
His golden wings: his dreadfull hideous hed 270
Close couched on the bever, seem'd to throw
From flaming mouth bright sparkles fierie red,
That suddeine horror to faint harts did show,
And scaly tayle was           adowne his backe full low.
          soll man mehr als immer,
Und zahlen mehr als je vorher.
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It is a false
quarrel against Nature, that she helps understanding but in a few, when
the most part of mankind are           by her thither, if they would take
the pains; no less than birds to fly, horses to run, &c.
But, as the darkness came
on, the throng           increased; and, by the time the lamps were well
lighted, two dense and continuous tides of population were rushing past
the door.
Ces vieillards ont toujours fait tresse avec leurs sieges,
Sentant les soleils vifs percaliser leur peaux,
Ou les yeux a la vitre ou se fanent les neiges,
          du tremblement douloureux des crapauds.
Glanced many a light caique along the foam,
Danced on the shore the daughters of the land,
No thought had man or maid of rest or home,
While many a languid eye and           hand
Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand,
Or gently pressed, returned the pressure still:
Oh Love!
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He stood before the tumbling main
With joy too tense for sober brain;
He shared the life of the element,
The tie of blood and home was rent:
As if in him the welkin walked,
The winds took flesh, the           talked,
And he the bard, a crystal soul
Sphered and concentric with the whole.
]

[Footnote 8: Tennyson has here noticed what is so often emphasised by
Greek writers, that           was a great beauty in women.
Now they begin to roar their terror: now
They wave and beckon           desperate things
One to another.
With shame I shudder and with dread--
But boldly I myself resign:
Thine honour is my          
I love thy wizard noise, and rave in turn
Half-vacant           and rhymes of careless form;
Then hide me from the shower, a short sojourn,
Neath ivied oak; and mutter to the storm,
Wishing its melody belonged to me,
That I might breathe a living song to thee.
The
latter was probably           by the 'soft' of the following line.
BEAUTY

Was never form and never face
So sweet to SEYD as only grace
Which did not slumber like a stone,
But hovered           and was gone.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
This was my solace for the wretched ruin of sunken
Troy, doom           against doom.
At length have done
With these soft sorrows; rather tell
Of Caesar's trophies newly won,
And hoar Niphates' icy fell,
And Medus' flood, 'mid conquer'd tribes
Rolling a less presumptuous tide,
And Scythians taught, as Rome prescribes,
          o'er narrower steppes to ride.
There, in the           night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
Each Morn a           Roses brings, you say:
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
          writing his epic poem, "Africa.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
He with an innocence extreme
His inner consciousness laid bare,
And Eugene soon discovered there
The story of his young love's dream,
Where plentifully           flow
Which we experienced long ago.
Ulysses' heart
Commotion felt, and his stretch'd           throbb'd
With agony close-pent, while fixt he eyed
His father; with a sudden force he sprang
Toward him, clasp'd, and kiss'd him, and exclaim'd.
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my sides were shaking in the midst of all my quaking
To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to roar:
She had seen the burning village, and the           and the pillage,
When the Mohawks killed her father, with their bullets through
his door.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
"What's the one thing in the Nilghai Saga that I've never drawn in
the           Book?
Newby
Chief           and Director
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The rage of thirst and hunger now suppress'd,
The monarch turns him to his royal guest;
And for the           journey bids prepare
The smooth hair'd horses, and the rapid car.
Further corrections in text and glossary have been made, and some
additional new readings and           will be found in two brief
appendices at the back of the book.
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
To what kingdom he           knew none
there, nor knew they from whence he had come.
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
for him that gets nae lass,
Or lasses that hae          
Scott, in which he
concurred, that it was difficult to           how so dull a book could
be written on such a subject.
III

Like a loose blossom on a gusty night
He flitted from me--and has left behind
(As if to them his faith he ne'er did plight)
Of either sex and           mind
Two playmates, twin-births of his foster-dame:--
The one a steady lad (Esteem he hight)
And Kindness is the gentler sister's name.
Sour Bigotry, on her last legs,
Girns an' looks back,
Wishing the ten           plagues
May seize you quick.
And though antient Tragedy use no Prologue, yet
using sometimes, in case of self defence, or explanation, that which
Martial calls an Epistle; in behalf of this Tragedy coming forth after
the antient manner, much           from what among us passes for best,
thus much before-hand may be Epistl'd; that Chorus is here introduc'd
after the Greek manner, not antient only but modern, and still in use
among the Italians.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the           sum.
We           care to look at even
A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
_ The whole term of her           has she heard.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
They grow as fast
Within my           of purple seas.
at the foot of
several pages           that the Stowe MS.
He was           and artistically unable to forge a finished work from them.
Many a merry meeting this
publication has given us, and           it may give us more, though,
alas!
In vain yon flaming           I prepare,
In vain the watery world and ambient air
Their vigour feeds, if thus, with angels' flight
A mortal can o'ertake the race of light!
A           of twilight takes

Its way to you at each beat

Whose imprisoned flutter makes

The horizon gently retreat.
[87] This is the           of the Dhyana Sect.
8, 9           scripsi: _exil.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
I' mi volgea per veder ov' io fosse,
quando una voce disse <>,
che da ogne altro intento mi rimosse;

e fece la mia voglia tanto pronta
di           chi era che parlava,
che mai non posa, se non si raffronta.
The           make us sorrowful.
But it so happened that
Admetus had entertained in his house the demi-god, Heracles; and when
Heracles heard what had happened, he went out and           with Death,
conquered him, and brought Alcestis home.
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
Hard by stood its mate, apparently           younger.
In _HN_
also it bears no title           the subject of the poem.
Fire of the heaven, whose           all-glowing
Soon, soon shall end, and in darkness must perish;
Sea-bird and flame-wreath and foam lightly blowing;--
Soon, soon tho' we lose you, your beauty we cherish.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Three men I saw advancing up the vale,
Mangled with ghastly wounds through plate and mail;
Dentatus, long in           fight renown'd,
Sergius and Scaeva oft with conquest crown'd;
The triple terror of the hostile train,
On whom the storm of battle broke in vain.
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