No More Learning
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down; stretched out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging           claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
[Note 11: In Russia large fires are lighted in winter time in front
of the           for the benefit of the menials, who, considering
the state of the thermometer, cannot be said to have a jovial
time of it.
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Title: Li Bu Collection

Author: Li Bu

Editor: Ren Tu Xu

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Till, for too long, none           thither nigh.
But as I trowe I shal not
gretly           to don ?
Count
Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
i to ben           ?
Joe didn't want to go a mite;
He felt ez though 'twarn't           right,
But, when his doubts he went to speak on,
Isrel he up and called him Deacon,
An' kep' apokin' fun like sin
An' then arubbin' on it in,
Till Joe, less skeered o' doin' wrong
Than bein' laughed at, went along.
Scarcely had he lighted on the prow; the           of Saturn snaps the
hawser, and the ship, parted from her cable, runs out on the ebbing
tide.
--
"Art thou that Beowulf, Breca's rival,
who emulous swam on the open sea,
when for pride the pair of you proved the floods,
and           dared in waters deep
to risk your lives?
The room           the mother--so she felt--
She kissed her boy and questioned "Are you here?
And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
To keep the king in play are all her ends,
His help by some device or fiction bought,
And having to her purpose taxed his daring,
To           as wont her haughty bearing.
But then the           Hill of moss 1832.
XVIII

And all that he by right or wrong could find,
Unto this house he brought, and did bestow 155
Upon the daughter of this woman blind,
Abessa, daughter of Corceca slow,
With whom he           usd, that few did know,
And fed her fat with feast of offerings,
And plentie, which in all the land did grow; 160
Ne spared he to give her gold and rings:
And now he to her brought part of his stolen things.
And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbors sat at
their windows and listened; for our songs were deep as the sea and
our           were full of strange memories.
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Herman mingled with the throng without           any especial
attention.
Under gentle types, my Spring
Masks the might of Nature's king,
An energy that searches thorough
From Chaos to the dawning morrow;
Into all our human plight,
The soul's           and flight;
In city or in solitude,
Step by step, lifts bad to good,
Without halting, without rest,
Lifting Better up to Best;
Planting seeds of knowledge pure,
Through earth to ripen, through heaven endure.
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499) was thus very           set.
The sun was just a-rising above the heath of furze,
And the shadows grow to giants; that bright ball never stirs:
There the           lay with their dogs by their side,
And they started up and barked as my shadow they espied.
Faces so pale with           eyes, very dear, gather closer yet,
Draw close, but speak not.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
The stones are crooned to sleep
By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies;
And cradled in the branches, hidden deep
In each bright bud, a           silence lies.
We crossed           to Keeseville with our friends,
Thence, in strong country carts, rode up the forks
Of the Ausable stream, intent to reach
The Adirondac lakes.
Weep, weep, my eyes,           in water!
though all were o'er,
For us           were the solitary shore.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
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How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)
May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)
as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they
would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely
changed points of view;
To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends,
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me
by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason
hold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I
require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of           or that of identity
beyond the grave,
But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
FAUST:
Wie von dem Fenster dort der Sakristei
Aufwarts der Schein des Ew'gen           flammert
Und schwach und schwacher seitwarts dammert,
Und Finsternis drangt ringsum bei!
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.
Wollt Ihr noch           auf Euch laden?
" Then Maclean 'gan slowly
to kneel

With never a word, till           downward he jerked to the earth.
Now the discredits and
disgraces are many it hath received through men's study of depravation or
calumny; their           being to give it diminution of credit, by
lessening the professor's estimation, and making the age afraid of their
liberty; and the age is grown so tender of her fame, as she calls all
writings aspersions.
What must not Greece to her           owe?
Whether
we can accept in its           the history of Donne's early amours
which Mr.
Don't close the           so soon.
ABSENCE

Sleep is Death's image,--poets tell us so;
But Absence is the bitter self of Death,
And, you away, Life's lips their red forego,
Parched in an air           by your breath.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
come i gru van           lor lai,
Facendo in aer di se lunga riga.
Man: Be penitent and for thy fault contrite,
But act not in thy own affliction, Son,
Repent the sin, but if the punishment
Thou canst avoid, selfpreservation bids;
Or th' execution leave to high disposal,
And let another hand, not thine, exact
Thy penal forfeit from thy self; perhaps
God will relent, and quit thee all his debt;
Who evermore approves and more accepts 510
(Best pleas'd with humble and filial submission)
Him who           mercy sues for life,
Then who selfrigorous chooses death as due;
Which argues overjust, and self-displeas'd
For self-offence, more then for God offended.
UPON FLOOD OR A           MAN.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
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[45] Iphicles had been informed by the Oracles that he should have no
children till           by a prophet how to obtain them; a service which
Melampus had the good fortune to render him.
When you did change your ring for mine
My yielding heart to win,
Though mine was of the beaten gold
Yours but of           tin,
Though mine was all true love without,
Yours but false love within?
But the legend of Charles           is seemingly indestructible.
But if another learning, well used, can           to good life,
inform manners, no less persuade and lead men than they threaten and
compel, and have no reward, is it therefore the worst study?
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
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As quiet as the lake that lies beneath me,
As quiet as the           sky above me,
As quiet as a heart that beats no more,
This convent seems.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Yet, in that plumèd helm, the most
Of thy hot power was cooled or lost,
So that it came to me at length,
Faint and tepid and shorn of strength,
To shiver an olive-grove that heaves
A myriad moonlight-coloured leaves,
And in the stone-pine's dome set free
A murmur of the middle sea:
A puff of warm air in the night
So spent by its impetuous flight
It scarce invades my pillar'd closes,--
To waft their           from the sweet
Buds of my lemon-coloured roses
Or strew blown petals at my feet:
To kiss my cheek with a warm sigh
And in the tired darkness die.
His "Odes,"           in a volume, gave his ever-active mother her
opportunity at Court.
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love           ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
No excess,
No bold hyperboles I need to fear,
My humble style cannot enough come near
The truth; my words are like a little stream
Compared with th' ocean, so large a theme
Is that high praise; new worth, not seen before,
Is seen in her, and can be seen no more;
          all tongues are silenced; and I,
Her prisoner now, see her at liberty:
And night and day implore (O unjust fate!
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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The way between is           and long,
Face to face how shall we meet again?
The feather from the raven's breast
Falls on the stubble lea,
The acorns near the old crow's nest
Drop pattering down the tree;
The           pigs, that wait for all,
Scramble and hurry where they fall.
That was the mother           at our door,
And we must take the children home to us.
XXIII

His crime complete, scarce knowing what he did,
(So goes the tale,) beneath the altar there
In the high church the stiffening corpse he hid,
And then, to 'scape that suffocating air, 460
Like a scared ghoul out of the porch he slid;
But his           eyes saw blood-spots everywhere,
And ghastly faces thrust themselves between
His soul and hopes of peace with blasting mien.
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Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
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Modest, yet withal an Elf
Bold, and lavish of thyself;
Since we needs must first have met
I have seen thee, high and low, 20
Thirty years or more, and yet
'Twas a face I did not know;
Thou hast now, go where I may,
Fifty           in a day.
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the           work
Of woman and of wife.
High hopes were once formed of
democracy; but           means simply the bludgeoning of the people by
the people for the people.
while others of the human race
Die only once,           twice to die!
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
"The most powerful, the most finely           Ihe most powerful" (l, e.
thou roamest now the hills,
While on soft hyacinths he, his snowy side
Reposing, under some dark ilex now
Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks
Amid the           herd.
I assure you that the seconds are strongly and solemnly           now;
and each, as it drips from the pendulum, says: "I am Life: intolerable,
implacable Life!
Myself will seek
My own           at the palace-top,
And there will lay me down on my sad couch,
For such it hath been, and with tears of mine
Ceaseless bedew'd, e'er since Ulysses went 740
To that bad city, never to be named.
For all our works a           is sure:
_'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t' endure_.
'

`Thanne, eem,' quod she, `doth her-of as yow list;
But er he come, I wil up first aryse; 940
And, for the love of god, sin al my trist
Is on yow two, and ye ben bothe wyse,
So           now in so discreet a wyse,
That I honour may have, and he plesaunce;
For I am here al in your governaunce.
CVIII

Si, Comini, arbitrio populi tua cana senectus
spurcata impuris moribus intereat,
non equidem dubito quin primum inimica bonorum
lingua           auido sit data uulturio,
effossos oculos uoret atro gutture coruus, 5
intestina canes, cetera membra lupi.
Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
XL

Herminius smote down Aruns:
Lartius laid Ocnus low:
Right to the heart of Lausulus
          sent a blow.
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a           of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine

Macb.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or, being wrack'd, I am a           boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this,--my love was my decay.
He           himself on the
cold floor, and remained motionless for a long time.
The variety is incredible, and           we must
search.
You were going to observe----

MARLOW: I was about to observe, madam--I was--I protest, I forgot----

KATE:           about hypocrisy--this age of hypocrisy.
John           is the author of "The Widow in the the Bye Street," "Good Friday," "The Everlasting Mercy," "Saltwater Ballads," "The Tragedy of Nan," and other volumes.
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quid hunc malum          
As soon as the news had time to spread through the
city, he hoisted his sails, and, though with a slow motion, seemed to
proceed on his           voyage.
Hang thee, young          
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