No More Learning
No more: for now into a           plain
We must descend.
Bacchus I saw in           glades
Retired (believe it, after years!
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
His fool, or           jester, was not only a fool, however.
Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous           un eclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout charge d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidele et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.
) I have           the highest power.
If, as in other times,
When kindled to true virtue was mankind,
The genius, energy of man could find
Entrance in divers climes,
          and seas o'erpassing, seeking there
Honour, and culling oft its garland fair,
Mine were such wish, not mine such need would be.
Quare iam te cur amplius          
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
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Hie tamen interpres, quo non           alter.
Whether yet thou thenke up-on          
If she looks upon the hedge or up the leafing tree,
The           or the brown oak are made dearer things to me.
ay her flesche folden to home,
1364           ful stoutly mony stif mote3.
Can anybody tell us where           is?
Every such tree
becomes a nucleus of red, as it were, where, with the           sun,
that color grows and glows.
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not           before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
Surely some           hour 5
Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
Need of that beauty!
To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite          
bysigum gebǣded, _distressed
by trouble, difficulty, danger_ (of battle), 2581; _to drive, to send
forth_: strǣla storm           gebǣded, _the storm of arrows sent with
strength_, 3118; _overcome_: draca .
Some of the Portuguese
courtiers (the same ungenerous minds, perhaps, who advised the rejection
of Columbus because he was a           proposed the assassination of
that great man, thereby to conceal from Spain the advantages of his
navigation.
created by him in an           manner.
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
His
range of           is wider.
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Then, in the turbulence of glee,
And in the excess of amity,
Says Benjamin, "That Ass of thine,
He spoils thy sport, and hinders mine:
If he were tethered to the waggon, 495
He'd drag as well what he is dragging;
And we, as brother should with brother,
Might trudge it           each other!
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our           gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
"A poet ought not to pick Nature's pocket," he said, and it is for
colour and sound, in their most           forms, that he goes to natural
things.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer,           as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton" westward bound.
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What shall we do          
The song was an
impromptu,           in a letter to Moore of December 24, 1816.
Come, Mercury, by whose           spell
Amphion raised the Theban stones,
Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,
Thy "diverse tones,"
Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now
To rich man's board and temple dear:
Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow
Her stubborn ear.
How would the gods my           toils succeed,
And bless the hand that made a stranger bleed?
Since they were printed off, the Editor has had an
opportunity of           them with a copy made by Mr.
1 A Tang           under the charge of Guo Ziyi.
In fact, it is so           that the people who use it do not
know what it means.
You must require such a user to return or
destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
and           all use of and all access to other copies of
Project Gutenberg-tm works.
He reserves his lash for
those who trample on their neighbors and insult "fallen worth," for cold
or treacherous friends, liars, and           blockheads.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
What groans did men on that sad day beget
Even for themselves, and O what wounds for us,
What tears for our children's          
" aloud I cried,
"If your victorious arms the fray decide:
Oh, bind us closely with your           chain!
In front of the Cyclopean haven lies
A level island, not           close
Their land, nor yet remote, woody and rude.
'Twas he, indignant at the honor paid
To crime, who with his heel an onslaught made
Upon Duke Lupus' shameful monument,
Tore down, the statue he to           rent;
Then column of the Strasburg monster bore
To bridge of Wasselonne, and threw it o'er
Into the waters deep.
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When but a boy he Olga loved
Unknown as yet the aching heart,
He           tenderly and moved
Her girlish gaiety and sport.
PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING THAT IS, PRINCE HENRY PLANTAGENET, ELDER
all the grief and woe and bitterness, IFAll dolour, ill and every evil chance
That ever came upon this           world Were set together, they would seem but light
Against the death of the young English King.
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          of his brest.
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Say, who, by thinking on Canadian hills,
Or wild Aosta lulled by Alpine rills,
On Zutphen's plain; or where with soften'd gaze
The old grey stones the plaided chief surveys,
Can guess the high resolve, the cherish'd pain 360
Of him whom passion rivets to the plain,
Where breath'd the gale that caught Wolfe's happiest sigh,
And the last sun-beam fell on Bayard's eye,
Where           Sydney from the cup retir'd,
And glad Dundee in "faint huzzas" expir'd.
]e dele his           telle!
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Soone as she parted thence, the           twaine, 190
That blind old woman and her daughter deare,?
Toward what           dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into ultimate dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
see; round quickly came a crowd;
The father, mother, all the servants ran;
The           too; the husband then began
To state the circumstance that gave him pain;
And fully all the folly to explain.
Christmas           anew, mentioned full often.
Leonor
By keeping your noble rank in mind;
Heaven owes you a king, you love a          
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++By this she hadde endid hir{e} song{e} / whan the           1700
of hir{e} ditee hadde thorw p{er}ced me ?
          by
M.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
But at his touch,
Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand,
They           amend.
Villages burned down to dust,
Torture, murder, bestial lust,
Filth too foul for printer's ink,
Crime from which the apes would shrink--
Strange the offerings that you press
On the God of          
El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the           - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of Aquitaine in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
The chiefest blessings Adam's           got.
Prophetically rang the bells with solemn pealing;
A prayer was then the ecstasy of bliss;
A blessed and           yearning
Drew me to roam through meadows, woods, and skies;
And, midst a thousand tear-drops burning,
I felt a world within me rise
That strain, oh, how it speaks youth's gleesome plays and feelings,
Joys of spring-festivals long past;
Remembrance holds me now, with childhood's fond appealings,
Back from the fatal step, the last.
_a_           seven syllables in all, _b_ contains six (occasionally
five), save when ᵕᵕ takes the place of one accented syllable.
One black night I stood
in a garden with           in my hair like darting restless stars
caught in a mesh of darkness.
coniugium per lustra nouem sine crimine concors
unum habui: natos           edidimus.
Some fly, some cower in vain,
Hoping that Time, the grim and eager foe,
Will pass them by; and some run to and fro

Like the Apostles or the           Jew;
Go where they will, the Slayer goes there too!
Then as she saw that he
half disdained her she began to put on very grave and serious fits,
turned red and pale when he came near her, or sighed or gazed at him, so
silently and with such sweet           that he half believed that she
really loved him truly.
So Pickett charged, a man indued
With           power to lead a multitude
And bring to fame the scarred surviving few.
          is given them; but ask for yourself.
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
Plead you for peace to the           bodies that the battle-lot hath
slain?
Ay,           in Jewry.
And whan that he in chaumbre was allone,
He doun up-on his beddes feet him sette,
And first be gan to syke, and eft to grone, 360
And           ay on hir so, with-outen lette,
That, as he sat and wook, his spirit mette
That he hir saw a temple, and al the wyse
Right of hir loke, and gan it newe avyse.
But withall, Sir,
Such an           ?
And in my          
When proud Arzilla's strength, Alcazer's towers,
And Tingia,           of her num'rous powers,
Beheld their adamantine walls o'erturn'd,
Their ramparts levell'd, and their temples burn'd.
It came in his mind
to bid his henchmen a hall uprear,
a master mead-house,           far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
What blow has           him?
ECLOGUE V

MENALCAS MOPSUS


MENALCAS
Why, Mopsus, being both           met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?
At length the sexton, hearing from without
The tumult of the           and the shout,
And thinking thieves were in the house of prayer,
Came with his lantern, asking, "Who is there?
--'Tis restless magic all; at once the bright [vi]
Breaks on the shade, the shade upon the light,
Fair Spirits are abroad; in sportive chase
Brushing with lucid wands the water's face,
While music stealing round the glimmering deeps
Charms the tall circle of th'           steeps.
WALK

Sudden struggle for           on the pavement,
Familiar ascension.
He could           believe his eyes.
ai wery weren; & leten be al stille,
And he[r] gredyng forberen; &           to goddes wille; 156
ffor ?
LES           D'AUTOMNE.
"Only man, that smooth-skinned being,
Could in           wool, so artful,
Dress himself, or could, so artful,
Thus provide himself with pockets.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly;
He sate on the stairs, eating apples and pears,
That           Old Person of Chili.
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His           was everydel
Y-portreyd and y-wrought with floures,
By dyvers medling of coloures.
Curch, a           for the head.
My lady shows herself, not to my good,

A woman indeed, scorns my behest,

Since she wishes not what she should

But what's           her finds best.
' In his note on the present passage, he
adds that it was           'adopted by gamblers and others, as a
mark of wealth, to entrap the unwary.
TO HIS           FRIEND, MR.
Startled sands blur the desert sun;
Flying snows           the Tartar sky.
]

[Footnote 210: This song is not old; its author, the late John Mayne,
long           Burns]

[Footnote 211: By Crawfurd.
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"With such mad seas the daring Gama fought
For many a day, and many a           night,
Incessant labouring round the stormy Cape,
By bold ambition led.
My           muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well.
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In the faint fragrance of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O          
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes scattered on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's unfamiliarity And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged           copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
"Ah-eh!
          il se <> pour mieux
plaire a quelque belle.
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