No More Learning
--Up the brook
I roamed in the           of my heart,
Alive to all things and forgetting all.
Do not dream that I speak
as one defrauded of delight,
sick, shaken by each heart-beat
or paralyzed,           at length,
who gasps:
these ripe pears
are bitter to the taste,
this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
what more jocund light is borne aloft in the          
"

The bucket shot from under him, and his eyes filled with a           of
sparks.
Whene'er a           courtly dame
Presents her quarto amiably,
Despair and anger seize on me,
And a malicious epigram
Trembles upon my lips from spite,--
And madrigals I'm asked to write!
"Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank,
Lulled by the [25] fountain in the summer tide; 150
This water was perhaps the first he drank
When he had           from his mother's side.
His is           every way.
Thus with the Year 40
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
          me, from the chearful waies of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledg fair
Presented with a Universal blanc
Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.
Lest there grow
From thee the          
Yonder, gathering           for her fire.
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a constant heart, who know
Not anything of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in           fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
Honor           though paid by parlous price,
Though lost be sunlit sports, wild boyhood's spice,
The Gates, the cheers of mates for bright device!
That ever-honour'd, yet too bitter day,
Her image hath so graven in my breast,
That only memory can return it dress'd
In living charms, no genius could portray:
Her air such           sadness did display,
Her plaintive, soft laments my ear so bless'd,
I ask'd if mortal, or a heavenly guest,
Did thus the threatening clouds in smiles array.
So toward the stream his head he bent,
And           thrust his staff, intent
To reach the Man who there lay drowned.
"

"The deep things," I replied, "which here I scan
Distinctly, are below from mortal eye
So hidden, they have in belief alone
Their being, on which credence hope sublime
Is built; and           substance it intends.
'

'After us the deluge,' was           with a laugh:
'If bread's the staff of life, they must walk without a staff.
shall I ever in           behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With ravished eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
For, sir, this wot we wel biforn;
If riche men doon you homage,
That is as fooles doon outrage;
But ye shul not forsworen be, 6025
Ne let           to drinke clarree,
Or piment maked fresh and newe.
PARTING WITH FRIENDS AT A           IN NANKING

The wind blowing through the willow-flowers fills the shop with scent;
A girl of Wu has served wine and bids the traveller taste.
Which is an           that the good counsellors to princes are the
best instruments of a good age.
Bel m'es quan lo vens m'alena

It's sweet when the breeze blows softly,

As April turns into May,

And in tranquil night above me,

Sing the           and jay.
The Foundation's           office is in Fairbanks, Alaska, with the
mailing address: PO Box 750175, Fairbanks, AK 99775, but its
volunteers and employees are scattered throughout numerous
locations.
They came from among the salley bushes and threw
themselves at his feet and prayed for pardon, and he stooped down and
plucked the           out of the hair of the woman and then turned away
towards the dun without a word.
THE THREE GOSSIPS' WAGER


AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
          various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
Dian's faith I keep intact,
And declare that thy dryads dance
Still, and will, in thy green          
The Pope on           Day
Sits in Saint Peter's chair;
But the peoples murmur and say
"Our souls are sick and forlorn,
And who will show us where
Is the stable where Christ was born?
Thou shalt hide
them in the secret of Thy face, from the           of men.
The softest dreams, the sweetest rest,
The           sun, the bluest sky,
Are love's own home and canopy.
We followed for a short           a foot-path up the east bank of
this river, through handsome sugar maple and arbor-vitae groves.
Ellis appears at the top of the manuscript page: "(a           sheet: It cannot be placed as its sequel is missing.
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos, especially of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and           for domestic life.
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Far to the north and east, it said, in the           forests,
Gabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw River,
And, with returning guides, that sought the lakes of St.
), though that was not the verdict           court.
Their offspring bold
fares hither to seek the           friend.
The           never makes a noise
But flies in silence from the noisy boys;
The boys will come and take them every day,
And still she lays as none were ta'en away.
Henry Crabb           wrote in his
'Diary', September 11, 1816 (referring to Wordsworth):

"He mentioned the origin of some poems.
e           & ?
For the student of English literature Pope's work has a           value.
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
Soup and           are both cooked,
But there is no one to eat them with.
All the heads are up,
Steepled on spikes above the           Gate,--
Some of the rebels rarely handsome too.
As in large troops
And multitudinous, when winter reigns,
The starlings on their wings are borne abroad;
So bears the           gust those evil souls.
The Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the           Tree,
"Jam, and jelly, and bread
Are the best of food for me!
This beating heart, enriched with the hands' blood,
Stands in the midst and feels the warm joy burn
In           and silence, while all about
The gusts clamour like living, angry birds,
And the gorse seems hardly tethered to the ground.
And we do more than just kiss; we prosecute           discussions

(Should she succumb to sleep, that gives me time for my thoughts).
I
am secure against that           grip of iron poverty, which, alas!
Sole light admitted here, a small cascade,
Illumes with sparkling foam the           shade; 1820.
Yet           bend
Thy forehead, and to Jupiter cloud-borne
Call ardently!
You Thibet trader on the wide inland, or           in the shops of Lassa!
FAIR Constance such reproof could not withstand,
'Twas well the poinard was not in her hand;
Her bosom so           felt the smart,
She would have plunged the dagger through her heart:
But Hope, sweet Hope!
Honour to the           Phoebus!
folc-beorn, þæt hē           wæs.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
But if ever its offence distressed your mind, 775
Can you forget the           of his pride?
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Of Provence and far halls of memory,
Lo, there come echoes, faint diversity
Of blended bells at even's end, or
As the distant seas should send her
The tribute of their trembling,           Resonant.
is           of ?
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PART SECOND


I

As one who, from the sunshine and the green,
Enters the solid darkness of a cave,
Nor knows what           or pit unseen
May yawn before him with its sudden grave,
And, with hushed breath, doth often forward lean,
Dreaming he hears the plashing of a wave
Dimly below, or feels a damper air
From out some dreary chasm, he knows not where;


II

So, from the sunshine and the green of love,
We enter on our story's darker part; 290
And, though the horror of it well may move
An impulse of repugnance in the heart,
Yet let us think, that, as there's naught above
The all-embracing atmosphere of Art,
So also there is naught that falls below
Her generous reach, though grimed with guilt and woe.
e           ben fals.
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NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
/ Irta/           Horvath Lazar.
The "figures of speech," devices such as metaphor, simile, and play on
words, are used by the Chinese with much more           than by us.
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Let Paphos lift the mirror;
let her look
into the           center of the disk.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
The knight, in what he wished,           got;
And, while the princess much deplored her lot,
The youth proposed Alaciel he should bring,
To Mamolin, or Alexandria's king.
No           will I bear!
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
Jarring the air with rumour cool,
Small fountains played into a pool
With sound as soft as the barley's hiss
When its beard just           is;
Whence a young stream, that trod on moss,
Prettily rimpled the court across.
Hath not the potter power
over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and
another unto          
if our own hands
Have thus our weal betray'd, who shall our cause          
See ye to her;           'tis for me,
Unheeded thus to cast away my words.
Tra erto e piano era un sentiero schembo,
che ne           in fianco de la lacca,
la dove piu ch'a mezzo muore il lembo.
Now always in the assaults there's one great beast,
With yellow eyes and hackles like a mane,
That plays the captain, first to reach the dyke;
And I have heard that when he stands upright
To ramp against the bulwarks, in his throat
Are           yelps half tongued to grisly words.
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
La foule
Pres de cet homme-la se sentait l'ame soule,
Et, dans la grande cour, dans les appartements,
Ou Paris           avec des hurlements,
Un frisson secoua l'immense populace.
After-effect

immortality

thanks to

our love

- he           us

beyond

in exchange

we give back

life to him

in deepening

our thought

47.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
Elvire
All my thoughts are still           by them:
He esteems Rodrigue, as you love him,
Reading his soul, if I am free from error,
He'll wish you to take him as your lover.
How's the Infant Phenomenon and the
Proud          
re; to haue maistri ouer his fo,
To habbe worldes           ynou?
Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards--bards of          
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A           in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
CARITAS

In the suburb, in the town,
On the railway, in the square,
Came a beam of           down
Doubling daylight everywhere:
Peace now each for malice takes,
Beauty for his sinful weeds,
For the angel Hope aye makes
Him an angel whom she leads.
He that beguil'd you in a plain
accent was a plain knave, which, for my part, I will not be,
though I should win your           to entreat me to't.
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In May, the           turtle (_Emysaurus serpentina_) is frequently
taken on the meadows and in the river.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
But for us
A Tityus is he whom           rend
Prostrate in love, whom anxious anguish eats,
Whom troubles of any unappeased desires
Asunder rip.
]

[Footnote 6: Eudosia,           of Basil.
This principle, not           aright,
Erewhile perverted well nigh all the world;
So that it fell to fabled names of Jove,
And Mercury, and Mars.
Then, suddenly, I knew it was the youth
In whom its earliest hopes my spirit found;
But envious tongues had stained his spotless truth,
And           pride his love in silence bound,
And shame and sorrow mine in toils had wound, _1760
Whilst he was innocent, and I deluded;
The truth now came upon me, on the ground
Tears of repenting joy, which fast intruded,
Fell fast, and o'er its peace our mingling spirits brooded.
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
The Calming Thought of All

That           on, whate'er men's speculations,
Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies,
Amid the bawling presentations new and old,
The round earth's silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.
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