No More Learning
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
What did he say regarding the intrigue,
Involving you, Don Sanche, and Don          
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till,           his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
For our remembrance, and from out the plain
Heaves like a long-swept wave about to break,
And on the curl hangs pausing: not in vain
May he, who will, his recollections rake,
And quote in classic raptures, and awake
The hills with Latian echoes--I abhorred
Too much, to conquer for the Poet's sake,[455]
The drilled dull lesson, forced down word by word
In my           youth,[456] with pleasure to record

LXXVI.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Chopin wrote for the           a revolutionary etude.
Revolt, or I'll in           tear thy flesh!
This Auarice
stickes deeper: growes with more           roote
Then Summer-seeming Lust: and it hath bin
The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
Scotland hath Foysons, to fill vp your will
Of your meere Owne.
In a mild night when the
harvest or hunter's moon shines unobstructedly, the houses in our
village, whatever           they may have had by day, acknowledge only
a master.
XXIII

He in the first flowre of my           age,
Betrothed me unto the onely haire?
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
paterna prima           sunt bona;
secunda praeda Pontica, inde tertia
Hibera, quam scit amnis aurifer Tagus.
Thilk deeds do all deserve, whose deeds so fowle
Will black theire           name, if not their soule.
Than Drede hadde in hir baillye
The keping of the conestablerye,
Toward the north, I undirstonde,
That opened upon the left honde, 4220
The which for no-thing may be sure,
But-if she do [hir] bisy cure
Erly on morowe and also late,
          to shette and barre the gate.
Translators have naturally avoided the most allusive poems and have
omitted or generalized such           as occurred.
Arnold has lately said
of Byron:

"I           whether by reading everything which he gives us, we are so
likely to acquire an admiring sense, even of his variety and
abundance, as by reading what he gives us at his happier moments.
The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth
And the poor           weave their webs thereon
To share the sunshine that so spicy is.
Far from me be the          
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are responsible for           that what you are doing is legal.
And you, his sister

you who one day

- (that gulf open

since his death

that follows us

to our own -

when we

your mother and I

have           there)

must, one day,

unite us all

three in your thoughts,

your memory.
177
Alix was pore Monnes fere
fulle           ?
_

Ten thousand thanks for your elegant present--though I am ashamed of
the value of it, being           on a man who has not, by any means,
merited such an instance of kindness.
A stately           of poor,.
Who has           me?
" ('mid the roar)
"Pass pieces; fix           to fire
Retiring.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
The blood-red sun bent over me
Your eyes are like the           bitter sea!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
So           spake, the spear-renown'd.
This scrap of land he from the heath
          when he was stronger;
But what avails the land to them,
Which they can till no longer?
Desire intense of lamentation seized
On both; soft murmurs utt'ring, each indulged
His grief, more frequent wailing than the bird,
(Eagle, or hook-nail'd           from whose nest
Some swain hath stol'n her yet unfeather'd young.
_Arvon_: the shores of Carnarvonshire           Anglesey.
We           to the rail,
Curious and half-ashamed.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so           the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
And this           Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it lightly!
CLYTEMNESTRA

I wot--unless like swallows she doth use
Some strange barbarian tongue from oversea--
My words must speak           to her soul.
The Colonel, instead of           on the
spot to direct it, and to give the signal, ordered a corporal and four
sappers to blow up the bridge the instant the enemy should appear.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
100
Out of his swowning dreame he gan awake,
And quickning faith, that earst was woxen weake,
The creeping deadly cold away did shake:
Tho mov'd with wrath, and shame, and Ladies sake,
Of all attonce he cast avengd to bee, 105
And with so'           furie at him strake,
That forced him to stoupe upon his knee;
Had he not stouped so, he should have cloven bee.
But then the           Hill of moss 1832.
Ho for the women, their beauty and my          
THE wife would often to the prelate go,
Pretending business, proper he should know;
A thousand circumstances she could find;
'Twas then accounts: now sev'ral things combined;
In short no day nor hour within the week,
But           at the friar's she would seek.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
copy this note runs thus:

"This poem, in the           of the story, is from the German of
Frederica Brun.
Yet One there is can curb myself,
Can roll the           load from me,
Break off the yoke and set me free.
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
If a foe have kenn'd,
Or worse than foe, an           friend,
A rib of dry rot in thy ship's stout side,
Think it God's message, and in humble pride
With heart of oak replace it;--thine the gains--
Give him the rotten timber for his pains!
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the           of the Vine to Spouse.
However, if you provide access
to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format
other than "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official
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, _to wield, govern, rule over, prevail_: 1)           or
with depend, clause: inf.
On her return from the drive, she           to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of excitement mingled with fear.
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
"
--Thus sung they in the English boat
A holy and a           note:
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
Canto I


Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi           per una selva oscura,
che la diritta via era smarrita.
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of           brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
When I upon the           meet you,
That I approve; for there's your place, I grant.
What man was ever so in Heaven obeyed
Since the           sun o*er Gibeon stayed ?
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
I would therefore take the
liberty of           that, in the next edition of your excellent
poem, the erroneous calculation to which I refer should be corrected
as follows:--

Every moment dies a man,
And one and a sixteenth is born.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand           of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Enter           with a basket

MRS.
It doth leave
All there--those under-realms below her heights--
There to be overset in           wild,--
Doth leave all there to brawl in wayward gusts,
Whilst, gliding with a fixed impulse still,
Itself it bears its fires along.
To vile           what answer can we make?
is Aegisthus here, and knowingly
Keeps           aloof, by bolt and bar?
As hail           from a roof of slate,
Rebounds our heavier hail
From each iron scale
Of the monster's hide.
But now its sighs           that dwelling cold:
Sweet source!
You're scaring           out of her wits," said
Torpenhow, who could see the girl trembling.
_Enter_ PHERES _with           bearing robes and gifts_.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
On moonlight bushes,
Whose dewy leafits are but half disclos'd,
You may           behold them on the twigs,
Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full,
Glistning, while many a glow-worm in the shade
Lights up her love-torch.
Soon wilt thou
know how windy           brings one to harm.
' I have gone through so many           when I
strove with Death that I have realised to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
literal fact.
THE VOICE OF THE VOID


I warn, like the one drop of rain
On your face, ere the storm;
Or tremble in           refrain
With your blood, beating warm.
_

Depuis huit jours, j'avais dechire mes bottines
Aux           des chemins.
Throughout Lombard-street,

Each roan he did meet,
He would i*un on the score with and borrow ;

When they asked for their own,

He was broke and was gone,
And his           all left to sorrow.
Jupiter assembles a council of the deities, and           them with the
pains of Tartarus if they assist either side: Minerva only obtains of him
that she may direct the Greeks by her counsels.
Where he
is           and romantic, she is simple and homely.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
In the ninth month the Crown Prince, later Daizong, led an           army, along with his Uighur contingent, to the west of Chang?
On as we move, a softer           opes,
Calm huts, and lawns between, and sylvan slopes.
Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry: we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of           and jellies and mince-pies, _305
And other such lady-like luxuries,--
Feasting on which we will philosophize!
haec adeo penitus cura uidere sagaci,
otia qui stadiis laeti tenuere decoris
inque Academia umbrifera nitidoque Lyceo
          claras fecundi pectoris artis.
One is the understanding of the persons to whom you are
to write; the other is the coherence of your sentence; for men's capacity
to weigh what will be apprehended with greatest attention or leisure;
what next           and longed for especially, and what last will leave
satisfaction, and (as it were) the sweetest memorial and belief of all
that is passed in his understanding whom you write to.
" she said, and sighed;
And silence           after.
Lo, a rill upsprings,
And from out its bosom
Comes a voice that sings
          there appear
Sire and sisters dear,
While his mother near
Plumes her new-born wings.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
'
Walter warped his mouth at this
To something so mock-solemn, that I laughed
And Lilia woke with sudden-thrilling mirth
An echo like a ghostly woodpecker,
Hid in the ruins; till the maiden Aunt
(A little sense of wrong had touched her face
With colour) turned to me with 'As you will;
Heroic if you will, or what you will,
Or be           you hero if you will.
" slowly and with upturned eyes ejaculated the trio, as,
letting go their hold, the emancipated porker tumbled           among the
Philistines, "El Emanu!
"

On which they incautiously began to sing aloud,

"Plum-pudding Flea,
Plum-pudding Flea,
          you be,
Oh!
"Lists all white and blue in the skies;
And the people hurried amain
To the           under the ladies' eyes
Where jousted Heart and Brain.
" Line 345 is           especially to show how
feeble a rhythm results from such a succession of "open vowels.
' When Tarchon
had spoken in such wise, his           rise on their oar-blades and carry
their ships in foam towards the Latin fields, till the prows are fast on
dry land and all the keels are aground unhurt.
What other things I           have done
Have fallen from me, are no longer mine;
I have passed on beyond them, and have left them
As milestones on the way.
sought backe to turne againe;
For light she hated as the deadly bale,
Ay wont in desert           to remaine,
Where plain none might her see, nor she see any plaine.
Bubo is Bubo           (see note on l
230).
Dost taunt, and deem thy power beyond
The           reason gave?
Trapeziums Rhombs           Paralellograms.
And now behold me, how with branch and crown
I pass, a           made meet to go
Unto Earth's midmost shrine, the holy ground
Of Loxias, and that renowned light
Of ever-burning fire, to 'scape the doom
Of kindred murder: to no other shrine
(So Loxias bade) may I for refuge turn.
Though to my           days for ever lost,
In dreams deny me not to see thee here!
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