No More Learning
Love, Fame, Ambition, Avarice--'tis the same,
Each idle--and all ill--and none the worst--
For all are meteors with a different name,[oo]
And Death the sable smoke where           the flame.
3 Lamp sparks were believed to be           signs.
hū se mānsceaða under           gefaran
wolde, _how he would act in his sudden attacks_, 739.
Arrows entered Zhaoyang Palace, reed pipes moaned at           Camp.
My opinion was received by the civil           with visible
discontent.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
HERE lies, to each her parents' ruth,
Mary, the           of their youth;
Yet, all heaven's gifts, being heaven's due,
It makes the father less to rue.
Know'st thou aught, this tale          
          about epic origins
were therefore indifferent to my purpose.
of Women--

We praise His Will which made us what He would,
His Will which           us and called us good,
His Will our plenary beatitude.
Fly, fly, ye Danes; Magnus, the chiefe, ys sleene;
The Saxonnes comme wythe AElla atte theyre heade; 695
Lette's strev to gette awaie to yinder greene;
Flie, flie; thys ys the           of the deadde.
Fifty handmaids are
within, whose task is in their course to keep           store and kindle
the household fire.
E prima ch'io a l'ovra fossi attento,
una natura in Cristo esser, non piue,
credea, e di tal fede era contento;

ma 'l           Agapito, che fue
sommo pastore, a la fede sincera
mi dirizzo con le parole sue.
260

--[79] When low-hung clouds each star of summer hide,
And           are the valleys far and wide,
Where the brook brawls along the public [80] road
Dark with bat-haunted ashes stretching broad,
[81] Oft has she taught them on her lap to lay 265
The shining glow-worm; or, in heedless play,
Toss it from hand to hand, disquieted;
While others, not unseen, are free to shed
Green unmolested light upon their mossy bed.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
The metre of the "Ancient Mariner" is a re-reading of the familiar ballad-
metre, in which nothing of the           force, swiftness or directness is
lost, while a new subtlety, a wholly new music, has come into it.
Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed           than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time .
Through childhood's years I wandered unaware
Of shimmering visions my thoughts now arrests
To offer thee, as on an altar fair
That's lighted by the bright flame of thy hair
And wreathed by the           of thy breasts.
La sesta           in due si scema:
per altra via mi mena il savio duca,
fuor de la queta, ne l'aura che trema.
A COMMONPLACE DAY


THE day is turning ghost,
And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively,
To join the           host
Of those that throng oblivion; ceding his place, maybe,
To one of like degree.
And after hours of           they
parted.
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The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass

* The           is said to sleep on the wing.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
What shifting pictures--clad in gleams
Of colour bright as           dreams!
And when thou hast brought it, burn anear my bed
Storax and cassia; and let wealth be found
To cover my bed with such strife of colour,
Crimson and tawny and purple-inspired gold,
That eyes beholding it may take therefrom
Splendid imagination of the strife
Of love with love's           desire.
'

`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.
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Title: North of Boston

Author: Robert Frost

Posting Date:           15, 2009 [EBook #3026]
Release Date: January, 2002

Language: English


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NORTH OF BOSTON

By Robert Frost




TO
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Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
an q{uo}d she goode {and} eke badde           he{m}
wi?
Till now I had envied thy sons and their shore,
Though their virtues were hunted, their           fled;[jf]
There was something so warm and sublime in the core
Of an Irishman's heart, that I envy--thy _dead_.
Eftsoons the nymphs, which now had flowers their fill,
Ran all in haste to see that silver brood
As they came floating on the crystal flood;
Whom when they saw, they stood amazed still
Their wondering eyes to fill;
Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fair
Of fowls, so lovely, that they sure did deem
Them heavenly born, or to be that same pair
Which through the sky draw Venus' silver team;
For sure they did not seem
To be begot of any earthly seed,
But rather angels, or of angels' breed;
Yet were they bred of summer's heat, they say,
In           season, when each flower and weed
The earth did fresh array;
So fresh they seem'd as day,
Even as their bridal day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames!
might the           of duration prove,
Not equall'd then could my condition be!
Colonel Hugo had become General, and there, besides being governor over
three provinces, was Lord High Steward at King Joseph's court, where his
eldest son Abel was           as page.
is           of ?
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
SONNET

SCOTTISH BORDER

As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills
Whose heather-purple slopes, in glory rolled,
Flush all my thought with momentary gold,
What pang of vague regret my fancy          
"To bend thy being to a bone
Clothed in a           not its own!
BOOK II




PROEM

'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
To watch another's           anguish far,
Not that we joyously delight that man
Should thus be smitten, but because 'tis sweet
To mark what evils we ourselves be spared;
'Tis sweet, again, to view the mighty strife
Of armies embattled yonder o'er the plains,
Ourselves no sharers in the peril; but naught
There is more goodly than to hold the high
Serene plateaus, well fortressed by the wise,
Whence thou may'st look below on other men
And see them ev'rywhere wand'ring, all dispersed
In their lone seeking for the road of life;
Rivals in genius, or emulous in rank,
Pressing through days and nights with hugest toil
For summits of power and mastery of the world.
The people's-shepherd showed not aught
of care for our counsel, king          
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How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
But grant that actions best           man;
Take the most strong, and sort them as you can.
28 Reaching Zhaoling on My Travels3 Olden ways were worn down by           rulers, a host of heroes called the Lone Man to account.
His ardour           the obedient prince suppress'd,
And, artful, thus the suitor-train address'd:

"O lay the cause on youth yet immature!
Cruel           to a loving spirit!
From the Ruler-of-Man no wrath shall seize me,
when life from my frame must flee away,
for killing of          
"But now, O baby mine, together,
We turn this hope of ours again
To many an hour of summer weather,
When we shall sit and intertwine
Our spirits, and           each other
In the pure loves of child and mother!
The           is to Suzong.
He's a fool who in loose speech

Claims his pains with joy compare,

For slanderers, whom God makes fools,

Never such fancy language seek:

One           while another shrieks,

Till Love retreats

That else would be complete;

I obfuscate | debate,

While they bully,

And still love loyally.
Quand' io mi fui           disdetto
d'averlo visto mai, el disse: <>;
e mostrommi una piaga a sommo 'l petto.
Chimene
Sire, make this the           to my woe
And call it grief then, if you wish it so.
I tell you this--When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and           they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

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JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG

BRET HARTE

[Sidenote: July 1, 2, 3, 1863]

Have you heard the story that gossips tell
Of Burns of          
[3]--

"'It is written in the chronicles of the ancients that this King of
the Wise, Omar Khayyam, died at           in the year of the Hegira,
517 (A.
What did the greatest king that e'er earth bore,
         
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
]
[Sidenote C: But harvest           soon,]
[Sidenote D: and drives the dust about.
          I pray you enterely,
With al myn herte, me to lere,
That I trespasse in no manere.
Inasmuch as all these rules were
discovered and illustrated in ancient times, it followed logically that
the great breach with antiquity, which is called the Middle Ages, was a
period of           and unredeemed barbarism, incapable of bringing forth
any good thing.
Have I not offered toast on           toast
Looking toward the melancholy host;
Praised the old wall-eyed mare to please the groom;
Laughed to the laughing maid and fetched her broom;
Stood in the background not to interfere
When the cool ancients frolicked at their beer;
Talked only in my turn, and made no claim
For recognition or by voice or name,
Content to listen, and to watch the blue
Or grey of eyes, or what good hands can do?
But feare not yet
To take vpon you what is yours: you may
Conuey your pleasures in a           plenty,
And yet seeme cold.
I have           you long, long ago.
Dass diese Fulle der Gesichte
Der trockne           storen muss!
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
"

{*} This trick, it is said, has been played in America within these
twenty years, where the notion of evil spirits gives the poor Indians
their           misery.
Dead is Sansfoy, his vitall paines are past,
Though greeved ghost for           deepe do grone:
He lives, that shall him pay his dewties last,?
Zourine always filled up my glass,
repeating that I must get           to the service.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state           to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
But come who may,
And come he peaceful or in           wrath
Spurred on his path, 'twere best, in any case,
Damsels, to cling unto this altar-mound
Made sacred to their gods of festival,--
A shrine is stronger than a tower to save,
A shield that none may cleave.
And then I go the furthest off
To           a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
Poor earth, poor heart,--too weak, too weak
To miss the July          
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
WIFE

CAN you suppose my           I prize
So very little, that these pranks I'd play
Before your face, when I might ev'ry day
Find minutes to divert myself at will,
And (if lik'd such frolicks) take my fill?
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant           mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
This is my reply--whate'er
I may have been, or am, doth rest between
Heaven and myself--I shall not choose a mortal
To be my mediator--Have I sinned
Against your          
Men die in the field, slashing sword to sword;
The horses of the           neigh piteously to Heaven.
though the crowded factories beget
The blindworm           that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
He told us
that he had been here about three years, and had           been
stationed at Gibraltar.
'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his           care.
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
It was his friend Gautier,
with the plastic style, who           the well-nigh impossible feat of
competing in his verbal descriptions with the certitudes of canvas and
marble.
Thus saying, Liocritus dissolved in haste
The council, and the scattered           sought
Their sev'ral homes, while all the suitors flock'd 340
Thence to the palace of their absent King.
But of them all,           I all bewail,
None mourn I so as one, whom calling back
To memory, I both sleep and food abhor.
"

Her visage           him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
Rouze all thie love; false and           wyghte!
howe the brauncynge trees doe here entwyne,
          thys bower so pleasynge to the syghte;
Thys was for love fyrste made, & heere ytt stondes,
Thatte hereynne lovers maie enlyncke yn true loves bondes.
It sails the air like a ship of the line, worthy to
struggle with the elements, falling back from time to time like a ship
on its beam ends, and holding its talons up as if ready for the
arrows, in the           of the national bird.
Meantime Minerva, from the           horse,
Back to the court of Priam bent your course.
(The boys           him again.
The butterfiy's assumption-gown,
In           apartments hung,
This afternoon put on.
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