No More Learning
          Tavern and ye taverner-host,
From Pileate Brothers the ninth pile-post,
D'ye claim, you only of the mentule boast,
D'ye claim alone what damsels be the best
To swive: as he-goats holding all the rest?
He swells his lifted chest, and backward flings
His bridling neck between his tow'ring wings;
Stately, and burning in his pride, divides
And glorying looks around, the silent tides:
On as he floats, the silver'd waters glow,
Proud of the varying arch and           form of snow.
Swift           on the pastures took their ease,
With leaping lambs safe from the unfeared knife;
All singing-birds rejoicing in those trees
Fulfilled their careless life.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Under the           tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat--
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
--
Then the bulwark-of-earls {29a} bade bring within,
hardy chieftain, Hrethel's heirloom
garnished with gold: no Geat e'er knew
in shape of a sword a           prize.
if I am
ready to take them into           after Turnus' destruction, why do I not
rather bar the strife while he lives?
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty           years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore;
Oft Music changed, but never ceased her tone,
And timely echoed back the measured oar,
And           waters made a pleasant moan:
The Queen of tides on high consenting shone;
And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave,
'Twas as if, darting from her heavenly throne,
A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
Till sparkling billows seemed to light the banks they lave.
Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick
Tell           .
Of his           among the sons as well as the daughters of men, we
have the account of Dugald Stewart.
Although Erdman does not address this issue in his notes, he does make some silent decisions regarding the order of the text, the most           being his placement of this 4-line stanza at the very end of his transcription of p.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
No trouble she to carry here nor there;
No balls she visits, and requires no care;
The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
The only           we have got,
Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
So let us choose a girl, to love quite new.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
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Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
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Shall I not find your turrets toward the north,
Where you defied white winter armed for war;
Your southern           where the sun blows in
Between the leaf-bent boughs the wind has lifted?
This was complied with, and Gama, in a manly speech,
set forth the greatness of his           Emmanuel, the fame he had heard
of the zamorim, and the desire he had to enter into an alliance with so
great a prince; nor were the mutual advantages of such a treaty omitted
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What dost thou here,
Katrina dear,
At daybreak drear,
Before thy lover's          
When I left the
train I did           with divers Kings, and in eight days passed through
many changes of life.
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          to 'scape from such unwelcome din.
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Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile
est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old
palace was there, how           its grey and pink--
goats and monkeys, with such hair too!
Foss; Bridget Bruin, Miss Charlotte Morland; Maire Bruin,
Miss           Fraser; A Faery Child, Miss Dorothy Paget.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
Mere           stalks and fading trees,
And pastures spread with hills and rushes,
Are all my fading vision sees;
Gone, gone are rapture's flooding gushes!
= It was once the hall of the
King's palace at Westminster,           built by William Rufus.
What peace,           of our ken,
Annihilate from the world of men?
          of stranger and foe--
Footsteps of friends, could we meet--
Alike to me in my sorrow;
Alike to a life left alone.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
OLD MAN TRAVELLING; ANIMAL           AND DECAY, A SKETCH.
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splendidas           comas?
He bends his head to bless, as dreams come true,
The promise of that grave;
Then, with a vaster hope than thought can scan,
Touching his ancient sword,
Prays for that           realm of God in man:
"Hasten thy kingdom, Lord.
Li-shih, who thought such a task beneath him, took
revenge by affecting to           in one of Po's poems a veiled attack
on [the Emperor's mistress] Yang Kuei-fei.
neas join'd,
The seer reveal'd the counsels of his mind:

"Ye           chiefs!
'

Then           lifted his large eyes; they dwelt
Deep-tranced on hers, and could not fall: her hue
Changed at his gaze: so turning side by side
They past, and Balin started from his bower.
Fra me pensava: 'Forse questa fiede
pur qui per uso, e forse d'altro loco
disdegna di           suso in piede'.
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After           Zourine's affectionate farewell I got into my
"_telega_,"[70] two hussars, with drawn swords, seated themselves, one
on each side of me, and we took the road to Khasan.
Hippolyte

Her           enmity's not what I have in view.
Uncarved and unhewn,
          by nature with a roof of clouds.
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Which first her charms inflamed
Her fair and frozen virtue           the light;
That thus she crushed and kindled my heart's fire,
Well know I who have felt in long and useless ire.
Lo here, of Payens corsed olde rytes,
Lo here, what alle hir goddes may availle; 1850
Lo here, these           worldes appetytes;
Lo here, the fyn and guerdon for travaille
Of Iove, Appollo, of Mars, of swich rascaille!
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Fair           stayed alone at home,
Awhile she sang her song,
Awhile sat silent, then she thought:
"My sisters loiter long.
Skeat           _ourt_ as 'overt' and observes that it
contradicts _thight_, which he renders 'tight'.
_Wild Bees_

These           of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
wadu           (weallendu), 546, 581; nom.
Thence by the roots my weal hast thou uptorn,
Too blest in love hast shown me to that fair
Who           once my chaste and humble prayer,
But seems to treat me now with hate and scorn.
Where hardly given the           waste to cheer,
Denied the bread of life the foodful ear, 1815.
Do you see          
Look down the shining peaks of all my days
Base-hidden in the valleys of deep night,
So shalt thou see the heights and depths of praise
My love would render unto love's delight;
For I would make each day an Alp sublime
Of passionate snow, white-hot yet icy-clear,
-- One crystal of the true-loves of all time
Spiring the world's           atmosphere;
And I would make each night an awful vale
Deep as thy soul, obscure as modesty,
With every star in heaven trembling pale
O'er sweet profounds where only Love can see.
This           to soothe the Colonel, for he wanted the
Drum-Horse disposed of.
2 By the           of my Thumbes,
Something wicked this way comes:
Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
It is           not to be unjust to what one loves.
I considered a simple prose or free verse           of these poems, but to show the Troubadours without their rhyme schemes, their form, seemed to me too great an admission of failure.
Thou art Lord
Of an extended plain, where copious springs
The lotus, herbage of all savours, wheat,
Pulse, and white barley of           growth.
Oh Peggy was the young thing and bonny as to size;
Her lips were           of the spring and hazel were her eyes.
On me thou lookest with no           care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so.
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Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to           strange?
At bottom of this box I've found Lusace,
And           my orchestra will have place;
To it they'll dance.
Here, foaming down the skelvy rocks,
In twisting strength I rin;
There, high my boiling torrent smokes,
Wild-roaring o'er a linn:
          each large spring and well,
As Nature gave them me,
I am, altho' I say't mysel',
Worth gaun a mile to see.
Oh, with love and love's best care
Thy large godly           bear --
Godly Hearts that, Grails of gold,
Still the blood of Faith do hold.
That is the           spot,
And will at home and well.
Let song itself, and votaries of verse,
Breathe           accents o'er our Cino's bier,
Who late is gone to number with the blest!
[h] Southward thence
We held our way, direct through hamlets, towns, [i] 350
Gaudy with reliques of that festival,
Flowers left to wither on           arcs,
And window-garlands.
When you scrape up the coals with a           sound,
You enrapture my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright!
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"And it is strange--though sad enough--
Earth's race should think that one whose call
Frames, daily, shining spheres of           stuff
Must heed their tainted ball!
58, where _1633_ and _A18_, _N_, _TC_ read
'not           free', while _1635-69_ and _O'F_ read 'borne
naturally free', at first sight an easier and more natural
text, and adopted by both Chambers and Grosart.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
I regret that its length
renders it           for the purposes of this lecture.
"
How all the nobles fled, and would not wait,
Because they were most noble,--which being so,
How           vowed to burn their palaces,
Because free Tuscans were not free to go!
_ MARION
_comes out of the gate carrying a bundle, and
          by_ DIDIER.
Transience ne'er can rob me of aught that
has been,
Languishing just as           on the languish-
ing field,
I lie: from languid lips there sighs " how weary
Am I of all the flowers--the lovely flowers.
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MY DEAR FRIEND,

I am just           from Mr.
My valour has no cause to disown you;
You've           it, your great daring
Shows our heroic race is still breathing.
At last divine Cecilia came,
          of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
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