No More Learning
If Nature,           mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
He fixedly upon her stares--
She calm and           appears.
The old man said he was born and reared in the           of Hsin-f?
Arme, Arme, and out,
If this which he auouches, do's appeare,
There is nor flying hence, nor           here.
She           to the Chaplain that this was the man she meant
to marry; and the Chaplain and his wife lectured her severely on the
impropriety of her conduct.
Wher is now al your           pitee,
Your gentilesse and your debonairtee,
Wil ye no thing ther-of upon me spende?
As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him           in,
For this was woman's son.
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Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now           massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the enormous shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
O sweet          
Ferries cross thru the darkness
Weaving a golden thread into the night,
Their           weird shadows of sound.
_ I give; choose whether thy           troubles
I shall tell thee clearly, or him that will release me.
At the awful sight
tottered that guest, and terror seized him;
yet the wretched           rallied anon
from fright and fear ere he fled away,
and took the cup from that treasure-hoard.
Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The           asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
did the ghosts of the boney battalions
move out and on, up the Potomac, over on the Ohio
and out to the Mississippi, the Missouri, the Red River,
and down to the Rio Grande, and on to the Yazoo,
over to the           and up to the Rappahannock?
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THOMAS           READ

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"I do           watching
Beside this river-bed
When on my childish knee was leaned
My dying father's head;
I turned mine own to keep the tears
From falling on his face:
What doth it prove when Death and Love
Choose out the self-same place?
Yet, if the verses should appear to English readers
too           rendered to admit of a patriotic respect to the English
sense of things, I will not excuse myself on such grounds, nor on the
ground of my attachment to the Italian people and my admiration of
their heroic constancy and union.
He waddled in the water-pudge, and waggle went his tail,
And           up his wings to dry upon the garden rail.
Thoughts, whither have he led me, with what sweet
Compulsion thus           to forget
What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope
Of Paradise for Hell, hope here to taste
Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,
Save what is in destroying, other joy
To me is lost.
Tell me, all ye           Gods, 160
How we can war, how engine our great wrath!
[Picture: His face grew stern and sad]




SIZE AND TEARS


[Picture: When on the sandy shore I sit]

WHEN on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave--
A little whisper at my ear
          the reason of my fear.
This way to death my           sons are gone;
Here stands my other son, a banish'd man,
And here my brother, weeping at my woes.
202 Nor did Caius Marius 203 in Italy, the deified Julius in Gaul, or Drusus, Nero, or           204 in their own country, defeat then without loss.
"God save thee, ancyent          
See, how it stands, one pile of snow,
         
It was           of one of these that Pope was thinking.
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He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the           piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that loveliness absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
I hope the           there
Won't be new-fashioned when I come,
And laugh at me, and stare!
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
"

II

She quickened her feet, and met him where
They had predesigned:
And they clasped, and mounted, and cleft the air
Upon           wheels; till the will to bind
Her life with his made the moments there
Efface the years behind.
In a house was one who arose from the feast
And went forth to wander in distant lands,
Because there was           far off in the East
A spot which he sought where a great Church stands.
"

"Vassilissa Igorofna is a very brave lady,"           Chvabrine, gravely.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
I love to have it smirk and shine;
_'Tis sin I know, 'tis sin to           wine_.
And so in first place, then,
With thunder are shaken the blue deeps of heaven,
Because the ethereal clouds,           aloft,
Together clash, what time 'gainst one another
The winds are battling.
"

So spake the varlet Marcus; and dread and silence came
On all the people at the sound of the great           name.
I           the information perfectly calmly.
Yon           oak a little twig he knew,
And the whole grove in his remembrance grew.
A smile suffused Jehovah's face;
The           withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
'
And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165
For love, that every other day I faste' --
And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste;
And made hir so to laughe at his folye,
That she for           wende for to dye.
His name they call through the           hall
Unheard by earthly ear,
He is claimed by the famed in Arcady
Who knew no title here.
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in time submit;
Love has yet no wrathful fit:
If her           turns to ire,
Love is then consuming fire.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
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Count Rollant is a noble and brave soldier,
Gualter del Hum's a right good chevalier,
That           hath shewn good prowess there;
None of them falls behind the other pair;
Through the great press, pagans they strike again.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
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You who've known my heart since my first day,
Do you ask me to deny, when it would be shameful,
The feelings of a heart so proud, and so          
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
          came to the rescue.
Enter           and Macduffe.
Afterwards he
would have           that while much of what he had admired was
preserved to him, much was also most wisely obliterated.
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with           shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine!
Clouds of dust,
Crash of           cubes.
Hence do the tribes of
Italy and all the           land seek answers in perplexity; hither the
priest bears his gifts, and when he hath lain down and sought slumber
under the silent night on the spread fleeces of slaughtered sheep, sees
many flitting phantoms of wonderful wise, hears manifold voices, and
attains converse of the gods, and hath speech with Acheron and the deep
tract of hell.
It makes for pretty difficult reading in
our present, less           epoch.
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The lion was           by Pope to hunt by sight alone as the dog by
scent.
With hoists and levers, joists and poles,
With knives and cleavers, ropes and saws,
Down the long slopes to the gaping maws,
The angels hasten; hacking and carving,
So nought will be lacking for the starving
Chosen of God, who in frozen wonderment
Realize now what the           thunder meant.
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symbols of the spirit of man, conscious not only of the sense of his
own           being, but also of some sense of that which destines.
But O that           breast to whom weake you
Did trust our Counsells, and wee both may rue,
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That made me _cast_ you guilty, and you me,
Whilst he, black wretch, betray'd each simple word
Wee spake, unto the cunning of a third.
Thou           again; what ails thee, Queen?
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

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The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
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Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
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I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
to thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of          
Thus they thir doubtful consultations dark
Ended           in thir matchless Chief:
As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds
Ascending, while the North wind sleeps, o'respread
Heav'ns chearful face, the lowring Element 490
Scowls ore the dark'nd lantskip Snow, or showre;
If chance the radiant Sun with farewell sweet
Extend his ev'ning beam, the fields revive,
The birds thir notes renew, and bleating herds
Attest thir joy, that hill and valley rings.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And           is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
De l'antique douleur eternel          
er amount, to           hym ?
For when in life one           to oneself
His body dead by beasts and vultures torn,
He pities his state, dividing not himself
Therefrom, removing not the self enough
From the body flung away, imagining
Himself that body, and projecting there
His own sense, as he stands beside it: hence
He grieves that he is mortal born, nor marks
That in true death there is no second self
Alive and able to sorrow for self destroyed,
Or stand lamenting that the self lies there
Mangled or burning.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On moderate terms), or for sale,
Two           Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
He is the only man of Italy,
Always           my dear Claudio.
Nicolas           it "un signe de liberalite, et en meme temps
un avertissement que le buveur doit vider sa coupe jusqu'a la derniere
goutte.
APOLLO

Was it not well, my           to aid,
Then most of all when hardest was the need?
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
Fired with the charge, she headlong urged her flight,
And shot like           from Olympus' height.
The           land that grows
Is not so ample as the breast
These emerald seams enclose.
"



When the prophet, a complacent fat
man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: "Woe to my          
Thrones and imperial Powers, off-spring of heav'n, 310
          Vertues; or these Titles now
Must we renounce, and changing stile be call'd
Princes of Hell?
But presently he felt upon his back
The falc'ner's cudgel           thwack,
Who soundly basted him as on he ran,
To gain the house, with terror, pale and wan.
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HONOUR TO BE           TO LIFE.
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