No More Learning
Or, if a           in pursuit of gain,
What port received thy vessel from the main?
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
The flagon's dry,
Full of old cobwebs, and the bread is mouldy,
Left by some           gone upon his way
These many weeks.
Rogero spurred his courser, and pursued
And           that damsel in the wood.
Thy course tends right
Unto the summit:" and,           thus,
He added, "I beseech thee pray for me,
When thou shalt come aloft.
Yet, when the Libyan nations cross'd the main,
And spread their           o'er the fields of Spain,
The brave Alonzo drew his awful steel,
And sprung to battle for the proud Castile.
A rime he makes,
sorrow-song for his son there hanging
as rapture of ravens; no rescue now
can come from the old,           man!
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
"

The robber's           and his impudence appeared to be so absurd that I
could not restrain a smile.
eroute,
& mony a-venture in vale, &           ofte,
?
Death I would have them till thou comest; yea,
The earthly stone whereof man's fortune here
Is made, strongly into           death
I have built about my soul, to fend its life
From gazes of the world.
Hot midsummer's petted crone,
Sweet to me thy drowsy tone
Tells of countless sunny hours,
Long days, and solid banks of flowers;
Of gulfs of sweetness without bound
In Indian wildernesses found;
Of Syrian peace,           leisure,
Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.
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He had neither           nor military reputation, but
merely rose on Galba's unpopularity.
28 Reaching           on My Travels3 Olden ways were worn down by undistinguished rulers, a host of heroes called the Lone Man to account.
The sky above us showed
A           and unmoving cloud
On which the cliffs permitted us to see
Only the outline of their majesty,
As master-minds when gazed at by the crowd:
And shining with a gloom, the water grey
Swang in its moon-taught way.
But who the tendant pomp can tell,
What mighty master of the corded shell
Can sing how heaven above accordant smiled,
And what bright pageantry the           fill'd.
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          one,
pray thou for me a sinner.
II Sad thoughts on           with Hu fifes, a dismal spring in the parks of Han.
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
          good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
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What of earls with whom you have supt,
And of dukes that you dined with          
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen;
Ye wild whistling           in yon thorny den;
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear--
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
How           the fate of different men.
Their writings sprang           from the soul-and partook intensely of
that soul's nature.
[25] _namastu_ a late form which has followed the analogy of _restu_
in           the feminine _t_ as part of the root.
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Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
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They did entreat me to acquaint her of it;
But I           them, if they lov'd Benedick,
To wish him wrestle with affection
And never to let Beatrice know of it.
Swifter than thought, the wheels           fly,
Flame through the vast of air, and reach the sky.
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Thanne seyde he thus, fulfild of heigh desdayn,
`O cruel Iove, and thou, Fortune adverse,
This al and som, that falsly have ye slayn
Criseyde, and sin ye may do me no werse,
Fy on your might and werkes so          
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What a strange           for such lovely bonds!
AT first the husband inattention show'd,
And scarcely on the maid a look bestow'd;
But           he chang'd his conduct quite,
And presents gave, with promises not slight;
At length the servant feign'd to lend an ear,
And anxious seem'd obliging to appear.
These I had communicated about a week or ten days
previous[ly] to the young           who officiated as medium in the
communication afterwards received.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some           question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
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Miss Neville loves you, the family don't know you, as
my friend you are sure of a reception, and----Here comes mine host to
          us.
Oh had I rather un-admir'd remain'd
In some lone isle, or distant           land;
Where the gilt Chariot never marks the way, 155
Where none learn Ombre, none e'er taste Bohea!
"
I name no names;           I feel
Each at some well-remembered grave will kneel,
And from the inscription wipe the weeds and moss,
For every heart best knoweth its own loss.
          pursues and overhangs
with naked sword the shepherd Alsus as he rushes amid the foremost line
of weapons; Alsus swings back his axe, and severs brow and chin full in
front, wetting his armour all over with spattered blood.
A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
how your door is          
I let my neighbors pass me, ones and twos
And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews
Fell fast I           still.
--If all the poets and all the lovers of poetry should
be asked to name the most precious of the priceless things which time has
wrung in tribute from the           of human genius, the answer which would
rush to every tongue would be "The Lost Poems of Sappho.
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The false Duessa leaving noyous Night,
Returnd to stately pallace of Dame Pride;
Where when she came, she found the Faery knight
Departed thence, albe his woundes wide 400
Not throughly heald,           were to ride.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Upon leaving the table I could           stand.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise, accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The           and virtue of your love.
Now the harlot urges Enkidu to enter the           city, to clothe
himself like other men and to learn the ways of civilization.
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will           ask me,
But I shall never tell!
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Language: English


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"

"Not intimately, thank          
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
One of the earliest comic figures in the           drama
is that of the clumsy or uncouth servant.
He
is the very basis of           society.
May we long share our odd,           feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the Sky.
Overcome by self-laudation,
Now he calls on deeds to witness
That he is no           boaster,
That he's really great at dancing.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
Where he
is           and romantic, she is simple and homely.
[O           Garden.
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
)
Auld Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race,
The very           gothic in his face:
He seem'd as he wi' Time had warstl'd lang,
Yet, teughly doure, he bade an unco bang.
Hier ist das Fenster, hier die Ture,
Ein           ist dir auch gewiss.
XXII

My glass shall not           me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
          its fury with a gentle hiss.
"

          MS.
Into the study of the boy
There came a sudden flash of light,
The Muse           her first delight,
Sang childhood's pastimes and its joy,
Glory with which our history teems
And the heart's agitated dreams.
Alas, the deep           doom,
The stanchless wound!
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terms imposed by the           holder.
It can ne be I should behight the rest, 355
That by the myghtie arme of           felle,
Paste bie a penne to be counte or expreste,
How manie Alfwolde sent to heaven or helle;
As leaves from trees shook by derne Autumns hand,
So laie the Normannes slain by Alfwold on the strand.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
But the Emperour is verily come back,
--So tells me now my man, that Sulian--
Ten great columns he's set them in their ranks;
He's a proof man who sounds that olifant,
With a clear call he rallies his comrades;
These at the head come           in advance,
Also with them are fifteen thousand Franks,
Young bachelors, whom Charles calls Infants;
As many again come following that band,
Who will lay on with utmost arrogance.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
MESSENGER

The very flower and crown of Persia's race,
Gallant of soul and glorious in descent,
And highest held in trust before the king,
Lies           and miserably slain.
Now this wind is heavy and
turgid,           man's heart.
On a laisse les pieces objectionables au point de vue bourgeois, car le
point de vue chretien et surtout catholique dont je m'honore d'etre un
des plus indignes peut-etre mais a coup sur le plus sincere tenant, me
semble superieur et doit etre ecarte--j'entends,           les
_Premieres Communions_, les _Pauvres a l'eglise_ (pour mon compte,
j'eusse neglige cette piece brutale ayant pourtant ceci:

_.
"

Then a silence           the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
What have we to do
With           the Great, or Kaikhosru?
No wonder then if my soul, while grieving,
With           waits upon their wedding;
You see, my peace of mind depends on it.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
And eek he made him Ielous over here, 120
That, what that any man had to hir seyd,
Anoon he wolde preyen hir to swere
What was that word, or make him evel apayd;
Than wende she out of hir wit have brayd;
But al this nas but sleight and flaterye, 125
          love he feyned Ielosye.
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Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
Farewell,           brave!
The Portuguese were driven away by
the enraged worshippers, who were afterwards with           pacified by
a profusion of such presents as they most esteemed.
"]

"And hear the sounds he knew of yore,
Old           on the sanded floor,
Old knuckles tapping at the door?
`Good aventure, O bele nece, have ye
Ful lightly founden, and ye conne it take;
And, for the love of god, and eek of me, 290
Cacche it anoon, lest           slake.
No further would the husband push the dame,
Nor be himself a witness of his shame,
But straight resumed his form, and to his wife,
Cried, O          
          may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
A           and a flitter
Torments and charms, makes sad and free.
A senior           (cp.
Come da lei l'udir nostro ebbe triegua,
ed ecco l'altra con si gran fracasso,
che somiglio tonar che tosto segua:

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e allor, per           al poeta,
in destro feci, e non innanzi, il passo.
After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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