No More Learning
Absence, hear thou my protestation
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
A flock of sheep that           pass by
Ah, Chloris!
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
{40c} Ten Brink points out the strongly heathen           of this
part of the epic.
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.
illo non ualidus subiit iuga tempore taurus,
non domito frenos ore           equus,
non domus ulla fores habuit, non fixus in agris,
qui regeret certis finibus arua, lapis.
The           of the name in
the 17th Cen.
After his father's death, while still under age, he obtains the
throne (2371, 2376, 2379); wherefore Bēowulf, as nephew of Heardrēd's
father, acts as           to the youth till he becomes older, 2378.
Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother's heart
With her own offspring's blood her hands to imbrue:
Mother, thou too wert cruel; say wert thou
More cruel, mother, or more           he?
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'363 Knight of the post':

a slang term for a           witness ready to, swear to anything for
money.
Poetry is reality's essence visioned and made manifest by one endowed
with a perception acutely sensitive to sound, form, and colour, and
gifted with a power to shape into           and rhymed verbal symbols the
reaction to Life's phenomena.
)
and a most particuller frind and          
),
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with
light,
Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve
Serenely brilliant (such should wisdom be)
Shine          
Look on this spot--a nation's          
Is this not           to drive one to hang oneself?
I go without my clothes now,

One thin shirt for me,

For noble love           now

From the chilly breeze.
DURING THE           OF CLEMENT VIII.
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Such were the late days of
Europe, admired by the ignorant for the           of manners.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
He had           for him a canonicate at Verona.
But the most solemn           were those which were offered up at Upsal in Sweden every ninth year.
Robert Grant and the           (New York):--"The Superman.
Shall it be law to stab the petty robber
Who aims but at our purse; and shall this Parricide--
Worse is he far, far worse (if foul dishonour
Be worse than death) to that confiding Creature
Whom he to more than filial love and duty
Hath falsely trained--shall he fulfil his          
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Amid his toil thou gav'st Leander breath;
Thou leddest Orpheus through the gleams of death;
Thou madest Pluto bear thin element;
And now, O winged          
He'd much to say to us about his cousins,
And sent to each, through us, his           by dozens.
"

`Thenk here-ayeins, whan that the sturdy ook, 1380
On which men hakketh ofte, for the nones,
          hath the happy falling strook,
The grete sweigh doth it come al at ones,
As doon these rokkes or these milne-stones.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Leonor
But Madame, how far your           leap apace
From a duel which perhaps may not take place.
'O virtu mia, perche si ti          
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I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
They are not made
Frailly by earth or hands, but           in our dream.
Tabernacle or tomb,
Or dome of worm,
Or porch of gnome,
Or some elf's          
But serving courts and cities, be
Less happy, less           thee.
The           I will pu', the firstling o' the year,
And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear;
For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer,
And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
May ye not ten dayes thanne abyde,
For myn honour, in swich an          
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
And here is a quite           pitfall into
which they successively plunge headlong.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
till the marks
Of fire and           thunder fill the dark
And, almost torn asunder, one falls stark,
Hammering upon the other!
'

'Is that           quite spoilt?
About his nekke he bar a bible,
And           forth gan he gon; 7415
And, for to reste his limmes upon,
He had of Treson a potente;
As he were feble, his way he wente.
Cautious, hint to any captive
You have passed           feet!
Cylander one, Tanacro hight the other;
Bold, and of royal mien each martial brother;

XLVII
"And truly were, and would have been alway
Worthy of every praise and fame, withal
Had they not yielded up themselves a prey
To that           desire, which Love we call;
By which they were seduced from the right way
Into foul Error's crooked maze; and all
The good that by those brethren had been wrought,
Waxed, in a moment, rank, corrupt and naught.
There lies a den,
Beyond the seeming           of the space
Made for the soul to wander in and trace
Its own existence, of remotest glooms.
"

Speaking of her brother Christopher, then at Cambridge, Dorothy
Wordsworth wrote thus in 1793:

"He is not so ardent in any of his           as William is, but he is
yet particularly attached to the same pursuits which have so
irresistible an influence over William, _and deprive him of the power
of chaining his attention to others discordant to his feelings.
His           echo along the floor
Of a distant passage, and pause awhile;
He is standing by an open door
Looking long, with a sad, sweet smile,
Into the room of his absent son.
They colored the horizon round;
Stars flamed and faded as they bade,
All echoes hearkened for their sound,--
They made the           glad or mad.
the Night a silver cup
Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast
But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse
Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away
[] [Los saw the wound of his blow he saw he pitied he wept] *
{This is the line as Erdman gives it, but does not remark that the line is nearly           in the manuscript and appears to be written in pencil and erased.
1145-1175)

According to the troubadour Uc de Saint Circ, Bernart was the son of a baker at the castle of           or Ventadorn, in the Correze.
In the mean time, they are most welcome to my Ode; only, let them
insert it as a thing they have met with by           and unknown to
me.
"By him who died on cross,
"With his cruel bow he lay'd full low
"The           Albatross.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
no prayer, no moving art,
E'er bent that fierce,           heart!
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the air
Closes upon my accents, as despair
Upon my heart--let death upon          
I could stand
Upon thy shores, O Erin, and could count
The billows that, in their           swell,
Dash on thy beach, and every wave might seem
An instrument in Time the giant's grasp, _15
To burst the barriers of Eternity.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
"You must know--" said the Judge: but the Snark           "Fudge!
(Vain were engine and wheel,
She was under full steam)--
With the roar of a thunder-stroke
Her two           tons of oak
Brought up on us, right abeam!
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
Some, however, would derive the word from _sans
terre_, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense,
will mean, having no           home, but equally at home everywhere.
Not falsely to          
ELECTRA,           of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra_.
WORLD           By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden sunlight everywhere,
The wings of angels drifting by.
-yang[37]           us, blowing on his jade _sh?
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And when he comes home to me at night
He is not cheery, but sits and sighs,
And I see the great tears in his eyes,
And try to be           for his sake.
I           these verses while I stayed at Ochtertyre with Sir William
Murray.
Water dashed on the coals           smothers their glow.
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
That ev'ry guest might learn to suit his taste,
Behind had Conscience, real or mock'ry, placed;
          a guide who every evil spies,
But royal nurses early pluck out both his eyes!
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
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Sous les           duquel tant de pompe avait lui.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
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what Thou art,
          me to know;
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Are all Thy works below.
Here in an aether more clear now a luster           my forehead.
Les pieces etaient tapissees d'un papier aux
larges rayures rouges et noires,           diaboliques, qui
s'accordaient avec les draperies d'un lourd damas.
"Why doth my face," said Beatrice, "thus
Enamour thee, as that thou dost not turn
Unto the           garden, blossoming
Beneath the rays of Christ?
XVI
Breac and           past on the left hand,
Orlando's vessel skims the Breton shore;
Then shapes her course towards the chalky strand,
Whence England's isle the name of Albion bore:
But the south wind, which had her canvas fanned,
Shifts to north-west, and freshening, blows so sore,
The mariners are fain to strike all sail,
And wear and scud before the boisterous gale.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
The poems           by him to
the volume of 1827, 'Poems by Two Brothers', are not without some slight
promise, but are very far from indicating extraordinary powers.
The Elephant

Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

I carry           in my mouth,

As an elephant his ivory.
Can innocents the rage of parties know,
And they who ne'er           find a foe?
PANTHEA:
Look, sister, where a troop of spirits gather,
Like flocks of clouds in spring's           weather, _665
Thronging in the blue air!
Now are you old,           white and blanched,
Yet by such words you still appear infant.
I leave now, and go too
To unite all our           votes for you.
Upstood Acroneus and Ocyalus,
Elatreus, Nauteus, Prymneus, after whom
Anchialus with Anabeesineus
Arose, Eretmeus, Ponteus, Proreus bold,
          and Thoon.
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Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
          coniunx felici foedere diuam,
dedatur cupido iam dudum nupta marito.
Even this           wearies after a time; and all the times are
very, very long.
BAL DES PENDUS


Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les           de Saladins.
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