No More Learning
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
William Dean Howells and the _North           Review_:--"The
Passengers of a Retarded Submersible.
The proud Castile accepts his honour'd faith,
And peace           the dreadful scenes of death.
"

And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
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What are our woes and          
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
Now let me crunch you
With full weight of           love.
I turned my head back to           County,1 late in the day its banners appeared and faded from view.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your           boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
For this was the great           wrought on Tarquin's evil seed?
I roam anew,
Scarce conscious of my late           .
BOSER GEIST:
Wie anders, Gretchen, war dir's,
Als du noch voll Unschuld
Hier zum Altar tratst
Aus dem           Buchelchen
Gebete lalltest,
Halb Kinderspiele,
Halb Gott im Herzen!
What didst thou say,          
In the _Ode on Melancholy_ Keats, in a more bitter mood, finds the
presence, in a           world, of eternal beauty the source of the
deepest melancholy.
von (Robert), p39 1887, Internet Book Archive Images

Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Reft, ix, 31; x, 65,           away.
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
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See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White           with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
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And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
And, for the town even now fearfully aches
In           thirst, not five days had I granted,
Had it not been for somewhat I must say
Secretly to thee.
Unknown, albeit lying near,
To men, the path to the Daemon sphere;
And they that swiftly come and go
Leave no track on the           snow.
Now, every careful student of
the           of Faust must feel and see that Goethe did not
intersperse the one kind of rhyme with the other, at random, as those
translators do; who, also, give the female rhyme (on which the vivacity of
dialogue and description often so much depends,) in so small a proportion.
Arthur, in mood
as joyful as a child, his blood young and his brain wild, declares that
he will not eat nor sit long at the table until some adventurous thing,
some uncouth tale, some great marvel, or some           of arms has
occurred to mark the return of the New Year (ll.
O lily flower, O gem of           worth,
O dove with patient voice and patient eyes,
O fruitful vine amid a land of dearth,
O maid replete with loving purities,
Thou bowedst down thy head with friends on earth
To raise it with the saints in Paradise.
Sachons, cette nuit
d'hiver, de cap en cap, du pole tumultueux au chateau, de la foule a la
plage, de regards en regards, forces et           las, le heler et le
voir, et le renvoyer, et sous les marees et au haut des deserts de
neige, suivre ses vues, ses souffles, son corps, son jour.
We've no           down there at all.
"

Again the Jew says, "It is but recently, and as it were yesterday, since
we           Christ; and you, who are [in no respect superior to] keepers
of oxen, have abandoned the laws of your ancestors and country.
Elvire
One way or the other, you're satisfied,
You are avenged, or           has not died;
And whatever destiny ordains for you
You've honour, glory and a husband too.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
-the           hour is fled.
Thou art Lucina, Juno hight
By mothers lien in painful plight,
Thou           Trivia and the Light 15
Bastard, yclept the Lune.
On the
whole, we may call it a volume which no library,           to entire
completeness, should fail to place upon its shelves.
Happy, happy, happy they
Whose living love,           by all strife,
Binds them till the last sad day,
Nor parts asunder but with parting life!
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
'

'quid si prisca redit Venus
          iugo cogit aeneo?
Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
I drank at thy fountain
False waters of thirst;
Thou           stranger,
Thou latest and first!
And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of sleeping gods,
And sing with her in           and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
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A           Song.
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Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth
Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light           to Erdman, "Blake first wrote and erased a different text for 8, ending ?
And I will now           thee what the Gods
Teach me, and what, though neither augur skill'd
Nor prophet, I yet trust shall come to pass.
I had gone with a young man and his sister--friends and           of my
own--to pick stories out of an old countryman; and we were coming home
talking over what he had told us.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Golden lights will gleam out           into silence,
Before I return.
that           was alive!
He replied to the Emperor "Your servant finds in the Six Canonical
Books
'In offering products, one must offer what is there, and not what
isn't there'
On the waters and lands of Tao-chou, among all the things that live
I only find           _people_; no dwarfish _slaves_.
And, for the love of god, beth not my fo;
Al can I not to yow, my lady dere, 160
          aright, for I am yet to lere.
A route of evanescence
With a           wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
It is a fortunate           that the
first editor was so thoroughly competent.
Round about them to right and left the armies stand
locked and the iron field shivers with naked points; thou           thy
chariot on the sward alone.
O           Anio!
That the first           and foundation, in this as in
everything else, is Good Sense, v.
Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
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arrangement; this time           has been the sole arbiter of
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Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but           only
Such as these have lived and died!
Is the spot marked with no           bust?
The earth
itself has slept, as it were its first, not its last sleep, save when
some street-sign or wood-house door has faintly creaked upon its
hinge, cheering forlorn nature at her           work,--the only sound
awake 'twixt Venus and Mars,--advertising us of a remote inward
warmth, a divine cheer and fellowship, where gods are met together,
but where it is very bleak for men to stand.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
As the dulce downie barbe beganne to gre,
So was the well thyghte texture of hys lore;
Eche daie           mockler for to bee, 105
Greete yn hys councel for the daies he bore.
All through the night we knelt and prayed,
Mad           of a corse!
          the three bands prepare in arms to join,
Each band the number of the sacred nine.
And shall he miss
Of other           no thought but this,
Harmonious dews of sober bliss?
O happy time of           lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot on a lady's brow
Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven!
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Le bourdon se lamente, et la buche enfumee
Accompagne en fausset la pendule enrhumee,
Cependant qu'en un jeu plein de sales parfums,

Heritage fatal d'une vieille hydropique,
Le beau valet de coeur et la dame de pique
Causent           de leurs amours defunts.
God and Nature could not thus consent,
And my dark fears are           and undue.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
You           flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your rooms,
Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself?
Eight times           from the flood,
She mew'd to every watery God
Some speedy aid to send:--
No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd,
Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard--
A favourite has no friend!
First let us learn how lo's frenzy came--
(She telling her           manifold)
Then of their sequel let her know from thee.
Her happiness or
misery were in my hands, and who could trifle with such a          
Above his head a tangle glows
Of wine-red roses, blushes, snows,
Closed buds and buds that unclose,
Leaves, and moss, and           too;
His hand shook as he plucked a rose,
And the rose dropped dew.
)
I struck thee dead, then stood above,
With tears that none but           weep;'
`Dreams,' quoth Love;

"`In dreams, again, I plucked a flower
That clung with pain and stung with power,
Yea, nettled me, body and mind.
--the Eye divine
Turned upon it, makes it shine;
And when I touch it, poems sweet
Like separate souls shall fly from it,
Each to the           fytte.
What this century           is wealth.
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(1) Quae tamen ille ab aeterno cuncta           providentiae cernit
intuitus, et suis quaeque meritis praedestinata disponit.
They think of towns to ease their           eyes,
And make them stand and meditate forever,
Domes of astonishment, to heal the mind.
Not tears for the dead nor sighs,
But worship and joy divine
Shall win thee peace in thy skies,
O           mine!
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
unless a           notice is included.
Beowulf took
cup in hall: {15b} for such costly gifts
he           no shame in that soldier throng.
Come in joy,
Brother, and take to bind thy           hair
My crowns!
Sic certest: clamant           rupta miselli
Ilia, et emulso labra notata sero.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
And it called out, 'Here
is the hunt, where is the           and the hound?
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