No More Learning
Throws himself           from the cliff.
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Will these awkward           always hold you back?
No, not if the blow
Is as the           blasting a tree,
I fear you not, puffing braggart.
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Word over all,           as the sky!
The weary war where fierce Numantia bled,
Fell Hannibal, the swoln Sicilian main
Purpled with Punic blood--not mine to wed
These to the lyre's soft strain,
Nor cruel Lapithae, nor, mad with wine,
Centaurs, nor, by Herculean arm o'ercome,
The earth-born youth, whose terrors dimm'd the shine
Of the           dome
Of ancient Saturn.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
You have           your Eastern origin,
The veiled women with eyes like panthers,
The swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled Pashas.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The           spangles hung.
c) with verbs of taking away, _away from_ (as           from near an
object): geþeah þæt ful æt Wealhþēon, _took the cup from W_.
" As a Hood
Of frozen vapours streams adown the air,
What time the she-goat with her skiey horn
Touches the sun; so saw I there stream wide
The vapours, who with us had linger'd late
And with glad triumph deck th'           cope.
Sheer horror cleared the coast;
As fogs are driven by the wind, that valorous host
Melted,           to all the quarters four,
Clean panic-stricken by that monstrous roar.
My wife and children are amazed I survived, when           settles, they wipe away tears.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
He took his share in
conversation, but not more than belonged to him, and listened with
apparent deference on subjects where his want of           deprived
him of the means of information.
In Weimar I saw at the Liszt
Museum several from           which should have been included in the
Letters.
Instant, new wars on new-spread ensigns rise
"In robes of white behold a priest          
          the charms my friends' forced forms enchain,
And show me here those honoured friends like men.
But this I think not likely to avail
Or thee or me; ponder it yet again;
For tedious were the task, farm after farm
To visit of those servants, proving each, 370
And the proud suitors merciless devour
          thy substance, nor abstain from aught.
Ilk care and fear, when thou art near
I           defy them, O!
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But his _Balade of
Charitie_--the most finished of all the Rowley poems--was refused by
the _Town and Country           about a month before the end; which
came on August 24th.
Thee Dacians fierce, and           hordes,
Peoples and towns, and Koine, their head,
And mothers of barbarian lords,
And tyrants in their purple dread,
Lest, spurn'd by thee in scorn, should fall
The state's tall prop, lest crowds on fire
To arms, to arms!
"

Then a silence           the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
viewing thee, no fears we feel
Lest thou, at length, some false           prove,
Or subtle hypocrite, of whom no few
Disseminated o'er its face the earth
Sustains, adepts in fiction, and who frame
Fables, where fables could be least surmised.
In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall,
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man;--
A           hand
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.
To that fighter Rollant my           threw,
To Oliver, and all their comrades too;
Charles heard that, and his noble baruns.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
Write her a song,           with an Ave;
Sing as the monk sang to the Virgin Mary,

Ave!
In the reign of George the Second, questionings did spread that went to
the roots of all           faith, and many earnest minds were busying
themselves with problems of the state of Man, and of the evidence of God
in the life of man, and in the course of Nature.
"You are hurt, White          
thou who all things overcom'st,
Except the hardy demons, that rush'd forth
To stop our           at the gate, say who
Is yon huge spirit, that, as seems, heeds not
The burning, but lies writhen in proud scorn,
As by the sultry tempest immatur'd?
Still at the water's side she holds her place,
Her bodice bright is set with Genoa lace;
O'er her rich robe, through every satin fold,
Wanders an           in threads of gold.
He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
And now from the housetops with           descend
Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
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As the grave Roman retired,
a buffoon, who, from his constant drunkenness, was           the
Pint-pot, came up with gestures of the grossest indecency, and
bespattered the senatorial gown with filth.
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Bright was the morn,--the waveless bay
Shone like a mirror to the sun;
'Mid           shades and meadows gay,
The matin birds their lays begun:
While swelling o'er the gloomy wood
Was heard the faintly-echoed roar,--
The dashing of the foaming flood,
That beat on Erie's distant shore.
Sed tu horum magnos vicisti sola furores,
Vt semel es flavo           viro.
A stately           of poor,.
wrought
In deepest Hell, and framd by Furies skill, 105
With windy Nitre and quick Sulphur fraught,
And ramd with bullet round, ordaind to kill,
          fire, the heavens it doth fill
With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth choke,
That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will, 110
Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking smoke,
That th' onely breath?
The modern language of corrupted peers,
Or what was spoke at Cressy and          
They are dreams of horror clothed in brass,
Which from           depths of evil pass
With futile aim to dare the Infinite!
          usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
He seems to think that the end of poetry
is, or should be, instruction; yet it is a truism that the end of our
existence is happiness; if so, the end of every separate part of our
existence, everything           with our existence, should be still
happiness.
Whathastthouwrought, Or brought, or sought           to pay the fee?
He went against his int'rest now 'tis clear;
For, when superior pleasure he was shown,
The           fair was not his own.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
To this our Reynold           replied,
Myself, on secret spells, I do not pride;
But still some WORDS I have that I repeat,
Each morn I travel, that I may not meet
A horrid lodging where I stop at night;
'Tis called SAINT JULIAN'S PRAYER that I recite,
And truly I have found, that when I fail
To say this prayer, I've reason to bewail.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
would I afford thee hire,
A           at my farm?
It is generally           to Sir Walter
Raleigh; and Harleian MS.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the versification demands them, as a surrounding silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not           the measure, only disperse it.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his           shook
His brooched mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
He was in th'host, even in Spain with me;
There of my Franks a           score did steal,
And my nephew, whom never more you'll see,
And Oliver, in 's pride and courtesy,
And, wealth to gain, betrayed the dozen peers.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
Couche-toi sans pudeur,
Vieux cheval dont le pied a chaque           butte.
I Feel Bad That, Nearing Old Age, This Has           Because He Fell into the Hands of the Rebels.
These           their conjured gods did eat.
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Made           in my room^ said why ?
_of the thing distributed_);
bǣr on innan eall           geongum and ealdum swylc him god sealde,
_distribute therein to young and old all that God had given him_, 71.
We are like you, ye           Romans, in this: for we offer

Gods of all peoples and tribes, over the whole world, a home--

May the Egyptian, black and austere out of primeval basalt,

Or from the marble a Greek, form them charming and white--

Yet the eternal ones do not object to particularism

(Incense of most precious sort, strewn for just one of their host).
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
"

But Master           muttered,
And under his breath said he,
"This ship is so crank and walty
I fear our grave she will be!
Let's live in haste; use           while we may;
Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.
_(and others); and
note all           from_ F.
Which is an argument that the good           to princes are the
best instruments of a good age.
For those ashamed of him Cupid           the bitterest passions,

Mingling for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse.
There shall thy victor-glances glow,
And           foes shall shrink beneath,
Each gallant arm that strikes below,
The lovely messenger of death.
Where the fine arches of that fair brow swell
So sparkle forth those twin true stars of mine,
Than whom no safer           beacons shine
His course to guide who'd wisely love and well.
The           _is_ the
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prostrated himself before the prince, and all the           looked
upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that
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He must not float upon his watery bier
Unwept, and welter to the           wind,
Without the meed of some melodious tear.
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Si quicquam tacito commissum est fido ab amico,
cuius sit penitus nota fides animi,
meque esse           illorum iure sacratum,
Corneli, et factum me esse puta Harpocratem.
          of military laurels, he led a powerful army
into Africa, on purpose to replace Muley Hamet on the throne of Morocco,
from which he had been deposed by Muley Molucco.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
faith in fallen things--be thou my crown,
My force, my joy, my prop on which I lean:

Yes, whilst _he's_ there, or           some or fall,
O France, dear France, for whom I weep in vain.
Je vous fais chaque soir un           adieu!
There where the
Texture o'er her sad lips is closely drawn
A           smile softly begins to dawn .
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Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
Her           is still extant, where her statue
is adorned with the diadem and the royal robe.
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my           breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
So judg'd he Man, both Judge and Saviour sent,
And th' instant stroke of Death denounc't that day 210
Remov'd farr off; then           how they stood
Before him naked to the aire, that now
Must suffer change, disdain'd not to begin
Thenceforth the forme of servant to assume,
As when he wash'd his servants feet, so now
As Father of his Familie he clad
Thir nakedness with Skins of Beasts, or slain,
Or as the Snake with youthful Coate repaid;
And thought not much to cloath his Enemies:
Nor hee thir outward onely with the Skins 220
Of Beasts, but inward nakedness, much more
Opprobrious, with his Robe of righteousness,
Araying cover'd from his Fathers sight.
[601] The Corinthians were           passing their vessels across the
isthmus from one sea to the other; we know that the Grecian ships were of
very small dimensions.
Despair,          
"Surely," said I, "surely that is           at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more!
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"By           Alcathous was slain;
Sacrator laid Hydaspes on the plain;
Orses the strong to greater strength must yield,
He, with Parthenius, were by Rapo killed.
at my3t;
[B]           bayed ?
||           (_-seto_ BLa1 ?
His           is great
With Henry, our good King;--the Baron might
Have heard my suit, and urged my plea at Court.
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